and this is a two year flashback so just

dine and dash (stefan salvatore ft klaus mikaelson, part ii)

Plot: You and Stefan dated for a while in high school, but like most high school relationships, college got in the way. You wanted to move away and Stefan couldn’t find the strength to let go of his life and home in Mystic Falls. So you two decided to break up. You left to college in Boston and Stefan stayed in Mystic Falls. Now, almost six years later, you’re both invited to Bonnie and Kol’s wedding. It’s the first time you two are seeing each other since the break up. That’s not the case with some of your other friends, however.

Pairing: Stefan x Reader, Klaus x Reader, Matt x Rebekah, Kol x Bonnie, Damon x Elena, Caroline x Enzo, Elijah x Hayley (not mentioned in this chapter)

Warnings: SMUT, dom!Klaus, visual smut, fingering, cursing

A/N: HI!!!!  okay so just a heads-up that the italics are a flashback and purely smut. I thought I wanted the reader to end up with Stefan in this, but idk anymore. I will say, however, that you will see smut from both Nik and Stefan in this fic. Some flashbacks and some current. please let me know what you think!! (gifs aren’t mine!!)


Previously

As soon as Stefan walks away, you shake your head and pour yourself a glass of bourbon. You swirl the glass around, staring at it until you hear Elena and Caroline’s voices. You turn to face them, raising a glass as Caroline places her hands on her hips.

“Y/N! The clipboard,” she huffs, walking over to you with said clipboard in hand. “I’ve made hotel arrangements, I just need you to pick who you’ll be sharing a room with.”

“Let me guess, you’ve made me a list of all possible roommates, huh?” You grab the clipboard and Caroline nods, smiling.

“Ah, good,” you hear a deep British voice and look up to see Enzo walking over to you two. “Now that you’re here, Y/N, my girlfriend and I can spend sometime alone.”

“Hey to you too, ass,” you narrow your eyes at him as he smiles and wraps his arms tightly around you.

“You know I’m happy you’re here. And not just because Caroline can take a break now,” he pulls away and winks at you, intertwining his fingers with Care’s.

“Yeah, yeah. You two deserve some alone time. Caroline, go. I’ll figure things out here, I promise. Besides, I’m sure you’ve sent me at least a dozen emails containing proper instructions.” To prove your point and insure that Caroline doesn’t protest, you pull out your phone and show Caroline all 15 emails that you’d received in regards to the wedding.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Caroline sighs, shaking her head and smiling at you and Enzo. “I know you just got here, and I’m sorry. Thank you for doing this. I owe you!”

“Just remind me not to hire you as my wedding planner if the time ever rolls around,” you chuckle and push Caroline and Enzo away from the bar.

“I will be your wedding planner and you will get married and–oof okay fine we’re leaving!” She pulled Enzo into a bedroom and you smile, looking at the clipboard.

“Y/N!” Of course before you can get any work done, you’re already smothered in a hug by the one and only Damon Salvatore.

“Damon!” You try to move your arms so he could hug you, but he’s got a bone-crushing grip on you. “Please I am human do not break me.”

“Oh, crap! Sorry!” He quickly lets you go and you take a deep breath, pressing your hands against your ribs. “I’m just excited to see you! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay, don’t worry,” you groan and stretch, cracking your neck as Damon gives you a wierd look. “Stop that, my neck was in a wierd position for like three hours! Airplane seats aren’t as comfy as you think.”

“How’s Massachusetts treating you?” You two start walking back to the bar and Damon wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Undergrad was fun, more than one would think. Law School wasn’t bad either, to be honest. I finished the program a few months ago. How’ve things been here?” You grab your bourbon as Damon reaches around the bar to pour himself a glass.

“It’s been wierd. I’ve been alive for over a century, but I finally feel at home here and now,” he looks towards the living room and you follow his gaze: all your friends laughing and teasing one another while planning on of your weddings.

“I’ve missed this,” you whisper, eyes resting on Stefan’s figure for a second longer than necessary all the while hoping that Damon wouldn’t notice.

“What was that?” Damon, of course noticed.

“That was nostalgia, Damon. Hopefully the last of it,” you down your bourbon and look at the clipboard in your hand. “I’ve got a wedding to plan, so please–”

“Y/N!!!” You hear a pair of voices call out your name, music to your ears.

“Matt, Beks!!!!” You hold your arms out for your favorite couple, missing them more than you’d care to admit.

“We’ve missed you so much,” Matt, of course, wraps his arms around you first, squeezing you and kissing your head.

“We really have, things haven’t been the same,” Rebekah places her head against your chest as you wrap your arms around her shoulders.

“Aw I’ve missed you too, babies,” you kiss Rebekah’s head and Matt smiles at the two of you.

“My two favorite ladies! I’m so–”

“Excuse me, Donovan?” A very threatening whispers comes from behind Matt and you recognize the voice as the bride’s.

“Not including you, of course, Bon! Come on!” Matt stuttered as he tried to clear himself out of the hole he’d just dug. Meanwhile, Rebekah lets you go and you meet Bonnie’s eyes.

“Come on, he hasn’t seen me in years. I think it’s okay if he likes me a little more,” you laugh as Bonnie glares at you. “COME HERE!”

You and Bonnie quickly wrap your arms around one another, squeezing each other and whispering thank and ‘i love you’s.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married!” You squeal as Bonnie laughs, holding her hand out to show you the ring.

“Yeah, well, Kol is very–”

“Sexy? Handsome? Good at making love?” Kol steps in next to Bonnie, a cocky smirk on his face.

“I was actually gonna go with persistent, but sure baby,” Bonnie boops his nose. “Whatever makes you happy.”

You laugh and Kol hugs you from the side, pouting at Bonnie as she shakes her head, smiling.

“Bonnie’s being mean to me,” he sticks his tongue out at her and you shake your head.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for you to get married to him, Bonnie? Child marriages are a terrible idea,” you whisper loudly, hand covering the side of your face that Kol could see. Everyone erupts in laughter and Kol groans.

“I forgot you two were best friends! You’re supposed to be on my side,” Kol gently nudges your shoulder and you smile up at him.

“I’ll always be on your side, loser. I’m glad you two are getting married!” You squeal and give him a tight hug, pulling away to smile at him and Bonnie. “So happy for you two!”

“We’re so glad you’re here,” Kol smiles at you and walks over to Bonnie, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her temple.

“I’m happy to be here. Now, you two have a cake testing in half an hour and I have to look over hotel arrangements and say hi to all the other losers,” you rub Bonnie’s shoulder as she smiles up at Kol. “Also, there’s no way you two lovebirds are going there alone. We’re on a tight schedule.”

“Y/N, we’ll be fine! We’re not teenagers, come on!”

“Sure you’re not, Kol. Tell your hormones that,” you brush him off and look around for a responsible adult. “Elijah! Stefan! Stefan’s girlfriend! Gather round.”

All three of them walk over to you with tired expressions, not that you care exactly.

“Alright, Bonnie and Kol have to go taste testing, but I don’t trust them alone simply because we’ve got a tight schedule that we have to follow if we want me to live. That being said, I need you three,” you point at Elijah, Stefan, and Stefan’s girlfriend individually. “I need you three to chaperone. Got it?”

“Um, sure. Who are you?” Stefan’s girlfriend speaks up and you turn to look at her.

“Your worst nightmare if anything goes wrong today. Your regular nightmare if you don’t fuck things up. Call me Y/N,” you give her a sweet smile as Damon, Matt, and Rebekah try not to laugh. “Now off you go, everyone!”

You shoo them away, Stefan’s face hardened after your interaction with his girlfriend.

“God, I’m so fucking glad you’re back,” Damon laughs as Matt and Rebekah agree .

“Matt, Beks, I need you to pick up Hayley and Hope, Marcel, Cami, Freya, and Davina from the airport.They should all arrive within 15/20 minutes of one another. The first one lands in half an hour, so get going!” You hand them a sheet with all arrival times, terminal and gate numbers, and hotel arrangements if needed.

“Perfect. See you guys!”  Bekah and Matt grab everything and head out.

“So, anything for me to do?” Damon asks and you look at the crowd, only to find Kai and Alaric arguing rather animatedly about party treats while Elena tried to stop them.

“Yeah, you keep an eye on them. Make sure the idea for the party treats is figured out by tonight. We need decorations ready tonight, too. The color theme is yellow and egghsell white with hints of light green so please get me something by tonight,” you give Damon a look and he nods, finishing up his bourbon.

“One daddy coming right up,” he smirks and walks over to the group as you groan.

You place the clipboard on the bar and eye it, taking a look at everything that needed to be done tonight. Then taking a look at everyone’s hotel arrangements, the times, the baggage. You pour yourself another drink, hoping the jetlag doesn’t catch up with you.

“Need some help, love?” Klaus asks, sitting on the stool next to yours.

“I just need to relax, but I know that I can’t with this wedding coming up,” you swirl your cup and look over to Klaus.

“I can definitely help with that,” he whispers, letting his eyes rest on your lips, and you shake your head, trying not to think of that night.

“Klaus, come on,” you chuckle and look back at the clipboard, hoping he leaves it alone.

“I’m just trying to help, love,” he whispers, his fingers tilting your head to face him.

“Help me some other time,” you bring your lips closer to his and press them against the side of his mouth. He still for a moment as you turn back to the clipboard, trying your hardest not to think of that one night in particular with Klaus.

You’d spent plenty nights with him before. He was one of the few people from back home that you’d actively try to see, the only one who could take your mind off things. This time was different though, this time, he reached out to you. He wanted to see you, wanted you to help him forget. He said he’d surprise you one of these days.

Normally with you two, everything happened fast. A rush of teeth against flesh, nails raking down one another’s sides and back, a primal need to have the other succumb to your will.

That time in particular, Klaus tied you up. You two had never done this before, but you always wanted to try it with him.

“Does my baby girl have some rope?” Klaus cupped your face, gently tilting your head up.

“Y-yes, she does, sir,” you whispered and turned away, grabbing some rope from your closet.

“Good girl,” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours. “Now Sir needs you to strip yourself of everything but your panties and spread out on the bed, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” you turned away, blushing wildly as you obliged. You spread yourself out on the bed and his eyes ravaged you before the rest of him could. You shifted under his gaze, more aroused and more insecure by the second.

“Nuh-uh, love,” he tsked, shaking his head at you as he walked closer and removed his tie. “Sir loves looking at you. He loves seeing a slight tremor pass through you every time I rake my eyes up and down your beautiful body. He loves seeing your nipples perk up the longer they’re left unattended. He loves that beautiful pussy of yours, god that is breathtaking.”

You whimpered as Klaus stopped at the edge of the bed, lowering himself so that his nose was barely brushing against your clothed slit. You begin to move and before you can do so, Klaus raised his eyebrows at you and you stop immediately.

“If baby girl wants my mouth on her, she has to play by Sir’s rules. Okay?” He whispered, gently placing a finger against your panty-covered opening.

“Oh, y-yes si-sir,” you groaned softly and bit your lip as Klaus teased you.

“There’s my good girl,” he whispered, his tone huskier now as his eyes flash golden. “Sir is going to tie up your wrists, okay? The safeword will be watermelon.”

“Yes, sir,” you nodded, eager to have Klaus’s hands all over you. You’d thought about this for a while now.

“Hold your wrists out for Sir,” Klaus climbed on top of the bed and straddled your waist while you lifted your arms to him. He smiled and wrapped the rope around your wrists, eyes growing hungrier by the second. His eyes trailed up and down your body, clearly loving how you looked tied up. The longer he went without touching you, the more impatient you became.

“Are you going to touch me or are you just going to keep staring at me, huh?” Before you could think, the words spilled out of your mouth and you could feel the air around you still. You could feel the change in Klaus’s demeanor. He was never going to touch you now.

“What is one thing that Sir asks of you, the only thing that I ask of you?” He growled out, removing himself from on top of you.

“S-sir asks me to be patient and not speak until spoken to,” you whimpered and looked down, ashamed that you’d broken his one rule.

“And yet you do the exact opposite,” he glared at you, sitting at the edge of your bed and pulling you up towards him. “How many times do you think Sir should spank you for disobeying him?”

“F-five?” You whispered, still unable to look at him. You’d never gotten spanked more than five times.

“Wrong answer. I was thinking more along the lines of 10,” he breathed against your lips as you gasped, finally meeting his gaze. “I want you to count each one, okay?”

“Y-yes,” you couldn’t look up at him, you could barely speak without your voice breaking.

Klaus pulled you over his lap, gently rubbing your panty-covered ass.

“Sir really likes these panties,” he pressed his lips against your back before speaking again. “He would’ve loved to rip these off with his mouth.”

You wanted to beg him to touch you, to bite you, but you knew that would only make this situation worse. So you stayed quiet as Klaus continued to press soft kisses along your backside, once on each cheek and then moving lower.

“Sir loves your filthy little pussy, you know that?” His lips brushed against your lower set and you couldn’t help but whimper at even the slightest touch.

“You’ve been a bad girl. Sir won’t eat you out yet,” he nuzzled his cheek against your ass as his fingers made their way up your thighs and to your panties. “His fingers, however, will give you a wild orgasm. You’ll feel each slap even more after I finger-fuck your wet pussy.”

You couldn’t help but to groan at his words and at his hands. His fingers stayed outside your panties but the fabric somehow added friction with each touch. He held your hip with one hand while the other teased you. He pressed one slender finger against where he knew was your eager opening. You moaned loudly and he did it again, this time pushing the finger and the cloth deeper in you.

“Who knew having your panties on made you even more vulnerable?” Klaus growled as he used his thumb to tease your swollen clit. He leaned down to lick a small strip over your panties, from your opening to your clit. That way, the cloth was more flexible. He bent both it and me to his will. His thumb worked tirelessly against my clit as he brought forth another finger and quickly rammed it against my panties, the thickness of his fingers wrapped inside the cloth made me shake.

“Oh, that’s it. You’re getting closer, aren’t you?” He bit your thigh, careful not to sink his teeth into you.

His fingers swiftly removed the cloth and found their places against your pussy. His thumb was pressed against your clit, not moving and not letting you move. Meanwhile, his fingers quickly rammed in and out of you, your walls clenching around them as he grew merciless. You screamed his name, barely yelling out a warning as you came all over his fingers and your panties. He chuckled lowly, wiping his fingers against your panties and pulling them back up against you.

Before you can come down from your high, you feel Klaus’s palm make contact with your ass. Over and over and over. 10 times over to be exact. You knew because you counted. You knew because Klaus apologized and made you cum 10 times after that to prove his guilt. You, of course, didn’t mind the spanking, but you wouldn’t tell him that for a while.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” A hand waving in front of your face pulls you out of your rather embarrassing thoughts.

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“Yes?” You clear your throat and turn to face Jeremy, completely ignoring Klaus’s rugged smirk to your side.

“First of all, I’m so fucking glad you’re back. These people are all crazy,” he pulls you into a hug and you laugh, realizing how much you’d miss this annoying kid.

“Second of all,” he pulls away and smiles widely at you. “Kai and I don’t know who we’re rooming with. I don’t think anyone else does either.”

“Oh, right. Well,” you clear your throat and grab the clipboard, flipping through the pages until you find one titled hotel arrangements. “It says here that are couples are rooming together; Bonnie and Kol will be staying in separate, larger suites; everyone else will get paired off and one lucky trio will get a larger room but will have to band together.”

Everyone nodded, seeing as it made sense thanks to Caroline.

“Now let’s see. It says here that the Saltzmans are all in one huge room. Elijah, Hayley, and Hope are in one room. Matt and Beks, Davina and Cami, Stefan and Ivy? So that’s her name, hm,” you shrug and continue reading the list to those present. “Damon and Elena. Caroline and Enzo. Tyler and Liv. Freya and Luke. Kai, Marcel, and Jeremy. And that leaves me with Klaus. Any questions?”

You look up to see the others have poured in as well: cake testing is over and Matt and Beks are back from the airport with all the folks.

“Yes,” Kai pipes up, looking rather concerned. “Does that trio room have three beds because I refuse to share one with dirty Jeremy over here.”

“No, Kai. You all have share one King bed. We’re making a porno,” you shake your head and Kai’s eyes grow wide. “I’m kidding Kai. Three separate Queen beds for three sassy queens. Any other questions?”

“Yes, why are you sharing a room with Klaus?” Stefan’s eyes meet yours and you do all you can not to walk over there and punch him.

“I didn’t want to be part of a lucky trio and Klaus is one of my best friends. Now, any questions that concern you?” You roll your eyes at him and Stefan shakes his head.

“Yes,” Ivy pipes up and by now you’re fuming. “Who are you, seriously?”

Let us all take a moment to reflect on the many gifts episode 5 blessed us with:

1) Cosima backstory (including info on her parents and why they don’t know she’s sick!!)
2) Cosima character development (personal growth and learning from past experiences! Huzzah!!)
3) Cosima being the vintage Cosima we fell in love with (whip smart, cheeky, principled, stubborn, emotional, tender, and brave!!)
4) Family spoon! (I’m dead)
5) Hearing that Felix & Delphine will be working together in Geneva (implying that they will actually get along and maybe he’ll treat her w/ respect)
6) A shred of hope that Marion is in Geneva and/or deep throat. (those sounds you hear are the deafening squees of Vintage!Bordeax fans)
7) A talented female director…and “it showed”. THANK YOU, HELEN!
8) Moar Irish Creme dynamic duo (the crack fics just write themselves!)
9…and my personal favorite)  Cosima and Delphine actually TALKING to each other like adults and working through issues in the moment. Both making their feelings/positions known but also letting their past experiences (like that flashback where Delphine passionately pledges her loyalty) guide their reactions and conclusions. Cosima being given (albeit via retcon flashback) the chance to see what Delphine’s fans have been hollering about for years: She is fully committed to you and your family, you just have to trust her and give her the room to do the (often dirty) work that needs to be done, Cosima! On-screen Cosima never got to really see the side of Delphine that fans did, so giving her a flashback to fill in those gaps was so satisfying and vindicating for a fan like myself. OB had me bawling for the first time in ages. Emotional about seeing how far these two have come (personal growth at last!) and crying tears of joy over our chance to see a united and more mature Cophine on this Final Trip…

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Dean Winchester x Reader
by @luci-in-trenchcoats
“Dean’s in a mood…”

I’ve Had The Time of My Life
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @theincredibleultron
“The reader teaches Steve the dance from Dirty Dancing for a fundraiser variety show.“

13 Reasons Why
Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader
by @supernotnaturalcas
“Dean listens to the first tape that you left after you died. He learns about the rules he has to follow with them, and who the first cause of your decision was.” Ongoing Series

Secret Identity
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @redgillan
“Just the a good old Stripper fic.“

I Think I’m In Love With My Tutor
Newt Scamander x Reader
by @fantasticwritingandwheretoreadit
Reader is forced to tutor Newt in his subjects but the two end up falling for each other.

Falling
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @just-call-me-mrs-captain
“After an unsavory discovery, you find yourself flying back across the country to your childhood home–and coming face-to-face with someone from your past. Could it be true what they say; sometimes when things seem to be falling apart, others are falling into place?“ Completed Series

Catalyst
Sirius Black x Reader
by @azurakenway
Reader belongs to a pureblood family who don’t like the fact that she is friends with Sirius, so they do they everything they can to annoy them further.

Shapely
Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers
by @avengemebuckyy
“Bucky and Steve will never let you know that they’re the heads of your booty’s fanclub.“

Behind The Walls
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @221bshrlocked
“You are currently getting your PhD in Art History, your dissertation being about The Power of Nudity in Art. Your adviser recommends you switch from being her TA to another professor because she feels her health is declining and wants you to get the best help/advice from someone new. She recommends Dr. James Barnes and believes he will be of great help to you. Things don’t turn out as you plan.“ Completed Series

Little Notes
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @marvelfic
“Reader always writes reminders/her To Do list on her hands, so she always has writing in them. She’s so busy all the time that she often falls asleep wherever she sits down in the tower. When she wakes up she sometimes finds new notes written on her hands written by none other than the Bucky Barnes.”

The Dentist Knows
Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers
by @angryschnauzer
“A visit to the onsite dentist at The Avengers compound give you flashbacks of  various times with your two boyfriends.”

Faking It
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @just-call-me-mrs-captain
“When the first boy you lusted after stumbles back into your life ten years later, propositioning a fake relationship that’s mutually beneficial, it’s hard to say no. But how long can two people with a history ‘fake it’ before the feelings become real?“ Ongoing Series

Among The Crowd
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @bovaria
“Soulmates’ worlds go from black and white to colors when they are in the same room for the first time. Bucky is a famous actor in the middle of a convention, trying to find his soulmate, you.“

A Friend Like Mine
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @bladebarnes
“A discussion about a break up leads to….interesting revelations.“ Ongoing Series

Untitled
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @trenchcoat-quartermaster
Deab has a thing for the reader who is exceptionally curvy. Ongoing Series

Untitled
Sam Winchester x Reader
by @supernatural-imagine-oneshot
Dean underestimates the reader while on a hunt and treats her like the ‘weak link’. She ends up being a complete bad ass and saving the two brothers after they get caught and captured.

Hips
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @timeforsmut
“Reader has a crush on dean but is scared to tell him because of the women he goes after.“

Getting In The Way
Newt Scamander x Reader
by @wayward-marvel-and-more
Newt comforts you after you’re sad because his creatures don’t like you.

Pulse
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @tomhollands
“Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.”

Sharing A Room
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @gaybybirth
Reader and Bucky share a room while staying at Clint’s house.

It’s A (Tinder) Date
Steve Rogers x Reader
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“Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match!” Ongoing Series

Lieutenant
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @supersoldierfreak
“Where you’re hired by the team as Steve’s assistant but he doesn’t see why he needs you.“ Ongoing Series

Strong Opinions
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @coffeekeyboardsss
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Come Inside
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @luci-in-trenchcoats
“Dean’s in a mood…“

Irate
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @bxckyfxcknbxrnes
“Y/N’s curious, clumsy, and has a knack for asking the wrong questions at the wrong time. Bucky’s a hot-headed prick with a dark past and communication issues. Both are paired for training, and neither party is all too thrilled.” Ongoing Series

Not Without Her
Barry Allen x Reader
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“You’re Y/S/N, the famous telekinetic hero who works with The Flash. You are really close but you don’t know each other’s secret identities… yet.”

okay… can i just say HOW PROUD i am of pixelberry for this week’s chapter of endless summer? the chapter was actually really long and there weren’t any ridiculous diamond options, everyone was happy and we got TWO FREE flashbacks and a FREE option to kiss your li for new years?? maybe i’m being dramatic but this is without a doubt my favorite chapter of endless summer and one of my favorite choices chapters ever. i’m so happy wtf

Ok so i know its been a few weeks since haikyuu season three ended but ive been thinking a lot recently about what Tendou says in the last episode and i dont browse the Haikyuu tag enough to know if anyones talked about it yet so if not im here to talk about it. So in the final episode of season three after Shiratorizawa loses, we get a scene with Tendou saying the following: “Farewell, my paradise” as seen in the photo below.

So when i first heard him say this, of course, being the Tendou fanatic i am, i did get a little emotional. I thought he was talking about all the straight wins that he acquired while attending Shiratorizawa. But this scene truly got me thinking, “why is it so bad that he lost before going to Nationals, when he has gone the past two years?”, then  i realized, he isn’t talking about losing, he’s talking about the safe haven he found at Shiratorizawa, or more specifically, the Shiratorizawa team. In a previous episode we gathered insight and flashbacks of Tendou’s childhood days playing volleyball. When he was just starting out playing volleyball, no one wanted to play with him because he was the weird kid, or a “monster” as they said in one of these flashbacks.

They even go as far as to say he looks like one. For what reason they believe that, i have no clue. I mean, hell, the kid on the right looks like something straight out of a toilet wand commercial but whatever. They leave Tendou alone and exclude them from playing simply because they dont like him. Later in this episode we get to witness a scene where Tendou finally gets to play with the other kids and he wins a point against them. Now going back to the second season for a second, we get to see Tsukki talking to Bokuto and Kuroo about how he has never truly experienced a moment where he loved volleyball. Bokuto then tells Tsukki, “it’s a matter of whether ‘that moment’ exists for you or not…If you experience that moment,…”

…it’ll really get you hooked on volleyball.” In this scene, Tendou truly experiences his blooming love for volleyball, and doesn’t let anyone let him not play and he decides to do his own thing. So, great. He’s gained his love for volleyball and continues playing throughout elementary school despite being bullied by the other kids trying to exclude him. That’s great, but then comes middle school. In middle school, he experiences what it’s like having a coach telling him how to play, instead of coming up with his own play style, saying:

Though this is how he plays and how he feels comfortable playing, he gets scolded for doing it and for playing how he wants. Even though Tendou is later quoted saying “but I’ve scored a lot of points on just my hunch”, his coach continually berates him, saying:

Though this in and of itself is correct, do you really think Tendou cares personally? If he truly cared whether or not he won, wouldn’t you think he would follow his coaches advice? We saw before that he only started playing because he felt good while playing, he felt good when he was able to score a point. That right there doesn’t bother him. He just wants to play volleyball where volleyball is more enjoyable instead of stressful(though throughout season three he was always striving to win more points to win and even playing against the opposing team emotionally). Add another obstacle onto Tendou’s list, a controlling coach. Boom, done. After Tendou walks away, he head towards what looks like a storage closet in the gym, where he overhears his fellow teammates talking about him, saying the following:

Once again, he’s being judged for something that is just a part of him, his personality. He has already experienced this one time before, when he first started volleyball. Tendou, after overhearing the conversation, then walks away, presumably to get away from people who are talking bad about him behind his back. Tendou throughout his volleyball career has had to deal with unhelpful teammates, a coach that tries to control how he plays, and teammates that try excluding him from any club activity. Tendou just deserves a hug can we make a protect Tendou squad? I just love him so much. #ProtectTendou2k17. Anyways back to the subject at hand. After finishing middle school, he then has to choose the high school he wishes to attend. Like most other Japanese students, he probably did some research according to the things he wants to do in future life and, of course, according to his club activities. Assuming Shiratorizawa was already a major powerhouse school before Ushijima went there(i believe it was) Tendou decided to go there not only for his studies but also to pursue volleyball further. When he goes to meet the coach of the volleyball team at Shiratorizawa, he says that he “just want[s] to play volleyball that makes [him] feel good”. I wish i screencaped him saying that but i didn’t unfortunately so you have to deal with me quoting him. After he expresses his feelings about the matter he shows this expression:

This is the expression of someone who has gradually lost their love for something this is a very solemn expression. He feels somewhat embarrassed that he has to express what he wants in such a plain manner to the coach. The person in charge of exposing the teams true potential in matches. He tells this to the coach specifically because he’s already gone through not being able to play the way he wants and having to conform to the ways the coach wants him to. If the coach at Shiratorizawa doesn’t allow him to play how he wants, Tendou most likely would’ve quit volleyball, considering the way he looks and how desperate he acts towards the coach about this matter. You can even tell the difference between how he acts in front of this coach than he did with his old middle school coach. He talked back to his middle school one but over time he gradually caved inward on himself and no longer is the free spirit he once was, all because of how he was treated during his volleyball years. But then the coach responded to him(and i wish i had screencapped this too ughh), “I don’t care, as long as you’re able to win” (more or less).

Can’t you just feel his expression and mood lift? He finally gets to play volleyball the way he desires, the way he loves to play, and on a team where he feels needed. And that’s exactly what happens. Over the course of his next three years at school, he finally gets to play a version of volleyball he loves, a version of volleyball where he always has the upper hand and it’s just overall so beautiful. Then the game against Karasuno happens, and Shiratorizawa loses. As we see in the manga and also in the anime i believe, Tendou says he isn’t going to continue playing volleyball. When he says “farewell, my paradise”, he isnt just referring to their constant win streak. He’s talking about the paradise he found in the Shiratorizawa volleyball team, a paradise where he can play how he wants, a paradise where he’s included in the matches, a paradise that didn’t and couldn’t last forever, and this makes me upset. Tendou is such a complex character and he deserves a lot more love than he gets. I’m not going to be re reading this through so f there are any spelling mistakes i apologize. And remember, #ProtectTendou2k17. Thank you for reading!

All That Matters

Title: All That Matters

Summary: People always told you that loving someone can hurt just as much as it can heal. You never believed it. And then you met Dean Winchester…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Haley (OFC, briefly), John Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Bobby Singer (briefly)

Word count: 5621 (I know, I know. But I hope it’s worth it…)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Very light smut. Some language. Mentions of abduction, blood, tortures and death (nothing graphic). 

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @frickfracklesackles 1000 follower celebration challenge. Natalie, congratulations on your incredible milestone and thank you for letting me participate and for being so patient with me, I had a great time planning this fic.

Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for helping me figure out plenty of things about this.

Now about the story: My trope was “feisty strangers to lovers”. The storyline starts two years before season 1 (when Dean is 24 years old and the reader 22) and it follows the timeline of the show through flashbacks that are included in italics. The entire fic is loosely based on Ed Sheeran’s Photograph (I am so in love with this song tbh)

I hope you all enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

Countless photo albums were scattered around the floor, old photographs thrown here and there, creased and torn and faded. Empty whiskey bottles littered the corners of the dark room and fast-food wrappers stained the carpet but you didn’t care. Nobody minded.

Dean would have minded.

There it was again, that annoying little voice in the back of your mind that wouldn’t shut up. You could hear it every time you drank a little too much, every time you got a little too reckless, every time a guy tried to flirt with you, not knowing that it was pointless because your heart belonged to someone else already.

Dean. Dean. Dean.

Most of the times you were able to shake it off, tune the voice out, and reach for another bottle of Jack Daniels but today that was physically impossible. The hunt had drained all the energy you had left and the memories of Dean were far too many and far too painful to just go away.

And, besides, the little voice was right.

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mrsjadecurtiss  asked:

What do you mean about a timeskip in winds of winter? :0 you said it won't happen, but in what shape would it have been there? I've still put off reading the new Chapters, but this matter sounds worrisome (feel free to talk about spoilers tho, i dont mind)

When GRRM was originally working on ASOIAF, he wanted it to be an (in-story) years-long adventure, where the characters would start out as children but by the last book they’d be adults. (At the time, the story was conceived as a trilogy – A Game of Thrones, A Dance with Dragons, The Winds of Winter.) But not only did the story get bigger as he wrote it, but everything happened so quickly – instead of AGOT taking years, with months-long gaps between each chapter, most chapters take place very soon after each other and the whole book is just over a year, at most. A Clash of Kings and A Storm of Swords also move quickly with even fewer timejumps between chapters, everything happening during a year at most together. So for example, Arya’s 9 in AGOT and by the end of ASOS she’s 11.

Therefore, to catch up with his original idea, that the younger characters would be adults by the end of the series, GRRM planned a timeskip, a five year gap. A Dance with Dragons (now planned to be book #4) would have started five years after the end of ASOS. That’s why so many storylines conclude in ASOS and why so many mysteries are resolved (Jon Arryn’s murder, the murder attempt on Bran, etc) and why so many characters are in a place where you can see their future has so many possibilities albeit on one specific track. Like, Jon’s elected Lord Commander, Dany chooses to stay as queen in Meereen, Tyrion’s killed his father and is off to Essos, Arya’s off to Braavos using her Faceless Men coin, Bran and company have made it through the Wall with a guide to take them to the three-eyed crow, Sansa’s at the Eyrie with Lord Protector Littlefinger having killed Lysa, Brienne’s off to find Sansa and Arya, Jaime and Cersei are in charge of King’s Landing after Tywin’s death, Euron has taken the Seastone Chair, etc.

And ADWD was supposed to begin 5 years after that, with all that had happened in those 5 years maybe occasionally shown as flashbacks after the first new status quo chapter. Jon and Dany and Cersei would have been entirely sick of ruling, with all the trouble that comes with it. Tyrion (probably) would be a slave in Meereen. Brienne (probably) would be wandering the Riverlands, jaded and wounded. Theon would be Reek, having spent years in the dungeons of the Dreadfort. Bran, 14, would be deep in his lessons with the Last Greenseer, having gained all kinds of power and knowledge. Sansa, 18, would have spent years learning the game under Littlefinger’s tutelage as Alayne, ready to work on the next part of his plan. And Arya, 16, was supposed to begin ADWD with “Mercy”, in which she’s someone else entirely, a cold faceless assassin actress who uses seduction to entice a man and kill him (while snapping back to being Arya while she does so), before returning to this not-Arya self. Later chapters might explain exactly how Arya got to this, but the point was this post-five-year-gap chapter was supposed to shock the reader with how much she’d changed, what she’d become.

However, GRRM ran into trouble writing ADWD – not the least that this “endless flashbacks” structure became incredibly unwieldy with very forced and complicated writing. Parts of the story moved too quickly time-wise, with Dorne needing to respond to Oberyn’s death immediately, not five years later. The Ironborn storyline also needed to happen right away. Other problems involved some characters having done basically nothing for five years while other characters had done a ton of things in the same time period. And the big question of the main ice-and-fire plot, why exactly have the Others decided to wait doing nothing for five years, when they were so active (with the attack on the Fist of the First Men, etc) just before, why are they finally starting to move again just when everything else is also finally happening. It was just very contrived and GRRM was more and more uncomfortable and frustrated with it as he wrote.

So a few (our world) years into writing this uncomfortable and frustrating project, GRRM decided to throw out and rewrite tons of material. There would be no five year gap, everything would happen real-time as it had in AGOT-ASOS, and all these “training sessions” and roadtrips and ruling difficulties would be shown on page. The problem of the kids being so young would just be dealt with, and “if a twelve-year-old has to conquer the world, then so be it.” The book was split into two, A Feast for Crows mostly dealing with southern Westeros, King’s Landing and Dorne and the Iron Islands, and A Dance with Dragons mostly dealing with the North and Essos. (The new ADWD ran into its own writing slowdown problems mostly because of “the Meereenese Knot”, figuring out the order of Dany’s many visitors, but at least there was no flashback structure anymore to deal with.) And notably, in-world the story still moves with few gaps time-wise, taking place over less than a year. (It’s “January” 300 AC at the start of AFFC, “August” at most by the end of ADWD.)

But then GRRM released his TWOW preview chapters… and “Mercy” is still “Mercy”, even though Arya’s only 11, not 16. It was significantly revised, he said, very different from how it looked when it was Arya’s first post-five-year-gap chapter, revisions that happened because of the removal of the timeskip… but there’s still a lot of extremely uncomfortable sexual elements in it, IMO. And I shudder to think at what it might have looked like back when Arya was a Westeros legal adult. Or for that matter Sansa being 18 in her post-ASOS storyline; while it might have made some relationships more palatable, I hesitate to think about what GRRM might do, because GRRM. Although the fact he’s said he’s not going to change his plans that much despite the kid characters being so young still… well… well… we’ll see, I guess.

Hope that helps! And if you’re interested, you can see more discussion of the five-year gap that never happened under this tag (including many links to GRRM quotes on the subject), and my specific reactions to “Mercy” here.

Reggie Mantle x Reader: PART FOUR: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

A/N: I really am loving doing this for you guys, hopefully you guys are liking it as well. I have so much fun writing these.

Words: 1128

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Summary: Flashback to camping trip b/w the reader and Reggie

Spoilers: N/A

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 Flashback:

You and Reggie were finally going on your weekend camping trip, both 11 years old since your parents bailed on you guys when you were 10 for work differences and you both wanted both your families to go. You guys finally planned it three weeks before summer was over and didn’t tell your other friends since you both just wanted to be alone. Sadly Riley got sick and Reggie’s mom stayed behind, so Reggie’s dad decided to bail on the trip as well. Your parents decided to finally take you guys after plenty of begging from both you and Reggie. Although they rented a cabin, you and Reg wanted to really experience the woods, so you both decided to get a tent.

It was 4:30 pm on a Friday.

“(Y/N/N) hurry up!” Reggie yelled from the bottom of the stairs climbing up to hurry you up, as you grabbed your camping luggage.

“I’m going Reg!” You yelled back opening the door to your room, as Reg was about to knock and he grabbed your bag.

“Why’d you take so long?” Reggie questioned you as you both started to go down the stairs.

“I made my parents buy me “camping” clothes” you answered making quote signals with your fingers “But I just really wanted new flannels and shorts” you added on and Reggie chuckled as you made your way out the door.

Your dad put the bags in the trunk of truck, and you and Reggie climbed to the backseats.

The whole ride to the cabin, you and Reg played road trip games and your dad would tell jokes to make you and Reggie laugh. Your mom would say snippets of stories of when you were younger. As that died down Reggie got out his iPod and you shared headphones jamming to music until you reached your destination.

You couldn’t help but wonder what happened to these parents, to that bond, when did everything change?

It was now 7:00pm

You and Reggie had just knocked out a few minutes before, so you didn’t even realize when your mom moved you into the bed in the cabin while your father carried Reggie into the same bed.

You were still a bit conscious you heard your dad speak “Remember when they were lighter” and you lightly smiled, as your mother chuckled and you went into a deep sleep.

The next day.

“(Y/N/N), Reggie, wake up” You mom called as she opened the curtains so the sun could shine through the windows.

“Aww they look adorable” you heard your mom say to your father as they walked out to the kitchen. You opened your eyes with your arms wrapped around the young and sleepy Reggie and you smiled at how he looked like.

You sat up and spread your arms and shook Reggie “Hey Reginald! Reggie! Reg! Mantle! Mantle The Magnificent!” You laughed as you yelled and jumped on the bed to wake Reggie up.

“I’m up. I’m up” He finally spoke making fists with his hands rubbing them against his eyes as he yawned and you walked to the restroom to brush your teeth.

So much for enjoying the woods you thought to yourself and you grabbed your toothbrush let it rest under the water for a few seconds before you put on the toothpaste.

“So much for enjoying the woods, were living like a luxurious lumberjack” Reggie stated as he did the same to brush his teeth and you turned to him with wide eyes.

“What?! What’d I say?” He questioned you.

“You just… You literally just read my thoughts! My thoughts Reginald! I just said that to myself.” You exclaimed at Reggie with toothpaste trying to escape your mouth.

She was pretty, and careless to the fact she looked like a madman with toothpaste in her mouth Reggie thought not knowing he was staring at you for too long.

“Earth to Reg” you called out motioning your hands in front of his face and he blinked.

“Eh… Uh…” He coughed finishing up brushing his teeth and you grabbed a towel to clean your face “sorry” he added on.

You motioned him to leave the restroom and he stared at you confusingly.

“Well I gotta pee, are you gonna stand there or what?” You retorted sassily at him.

“Well what if I gotta pee?” He asked matching your sarcastic voice.

“You’re a dude, dude, go to the trees” You scoffed and he just chuckled out the restroom and closed the door for you.

The day went on, you guys hung out by the lake, swimming close to the grass as your mom got a tan and your dad was cooking on the grill.

After eating and your parents making you wait to get in the water, you and Reg hung out by the edge of the dock with your feet dangling in the air.

Your parents were hanging out in the cabin, checking on you guys every now and then through the window.

“Reg?” you spoke up as he turned to face you.

“Yeah (Y/N)?” He replied.

“We’re almost 12, we have more friends” Reg stared at you tentatively “Promise me we’ll always be friends” you put out your hand with your pinky out as he hugged your pinky with his and promised “Till infinity and beyond (Y/N/N).”

You both smiled as Reggie came closer and gave you a peck on your cheeks and you both blushed.

Later your dad announced you can jump in the water, so you and Reggie stood up grabbed each other by the hand and jumped in.

You and Reggie splashed the water on each other, and enjoyed the lake as your parents joined you both in the water.

At night your dad started a fire, and you all enjoyed s’mores and running around catching fireflies.

As you were becoming sleepy your mom motioned to you and Reggie that they had built the tent for your last night in the woods. You both ran in to see your sleeping bags and a lantern and spoke in sync “WHOA! COOL!” as you and Reggie fell into a sugar crash.

The next day as you were packing your things to go, you and Reg went on a walk near the cabin to finish soaking in the woods when he broke the silence.

“You know, Riley wasn’t really sick” He looked at you with sadness in his eyes “My parents just didn’t care, and didn’t want to come.”

You grabbed his hand “Well I care, and I will always be here” You vowed.

Until you reached a tree and Reggie carved your initials in a heart on the trunk.

You were so deep into the flashback you didn’t even notice Reggie started walking away to your house.

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nochusfw  asked:

can u recommend me some bottom!yoongi sugakookie fic?? ty<3

Of course!! I’ve actually thought about making a fic rec, but I just never got around to it. We shall see :> I had to stop myself from picking all of the fics to rec. I have so many that I love ahaha here you go:

Cigarettes, Liquor, Sweet as Sugar by SongMaelin Jeon Jungkook has a lot of bad habits. Smoking, drinking, promiscuity… Min Yoongi just has one. Jeon Jungkook.

Friendly Neighbors by Thetrash This is a compilation of three stories about SugaKookie getting together… With smut in there of course.

Bite Me by Sugashark Jungkook had finally made it to University, moving closer and closer to reach his lifelong goals of becoming a Doctor.
He never thought his life would be dragged into hell, when an encounter with a dark figure leaves him bound for life and with an unexpected roommate.

Push my face into the bed by Thetrash Yoongi has a wet dream and texts the wrong person.

mind, soul, and body by hakho  In which Yoongi and Jeongguk spend their first new year’s eve as a married couple staring at the stars and fucking in the back of a van like horny teenagers. (or that fic where Jeongguk is a sappy motherfucker - sorry, husband-fucker)

Nightstick by vhope  Jeongguk’s phone buzzed and lit up, dredging him from his fitful sleep. The digital clock on the table announced that it was too early in the morning for it to be anything other than one of two possibilities: Either there was a major problem at the precinct and he was needed right away, or Min Yoongi was horny.

temporary love by strangedesires  "Don’t think,“ Jeongguk whispers, “Yoongi, don’t think, just kiss me, please.” Yoongi thinks. He thinks a lot. So telling him not to think is… Well, futile.

Redolent by wickedqriosity  Yoongi returns home to Orange County after two years at Seoul University and moves into a shared apartment with his younger brother, Taehyung. A memento discovered during the move triggers flashbacks of an intense, illicit affair with the 16 year-old “neighbor kid” in the weeks before Yoongi left for Grad school. As if his brother was not already chaotic enough, Yoongi is soon pulled into the bizarre microcosm of the building’s inhabitants and forced to re-examine his ideas of ‘right’ and ‘wrong’. And the “neighbor kid” is now his roommate.

because it’s a meaningless dream anyway by hakho  when chuseok comes around, the world stands still for just a moment, and yoongi and jeongguk can finally catch their breaths. Underground Rapper!Yoongi + Idol!Jungkook = Secret Fuck Buddies (with angst)

soft melodies and softer touches by strangedesires  22:39; I see the way you look at me, hyung. Yoongi’s world stands still, and in that moment, he wants nothing more than to wring Jimin’s neck. It’s Jeongguk, it has to be Jeongguk, who else would it be? Yoongi knows many dancers–unfortunately Jimin’s one of them–but there’s only one that he’s on close terms with, and whose number he doesn’t have.Jeongguk. It’s Jeongguk. It’s fucking Jeongguk. (OR: Jeongguk’s a contemporary dancer, and Yoongi is his academy’s pianist).

Kerosene and Desire by minyoongi6275 Min Yoongi needs a new roommate after Namjoon ditched him to live with his boyfriend. Jungkook is more than willing to be that new roommate .

college boyfriend!hyungwon;

Originally posted by wonhontology

  • somehow, someway… the frog prince has become a new lowkey bias of mine,,,, totally on accident
  • no accidents here we stan like men
  • so this post is for this request!! i feel like all i ever do is college boyfriend aus but they’re like… so much fun
  • now, hyungwon… no one knows what he does in college

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Two Years Later

Request:I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader gets pregnant with Archie’s baby but with all of the stuff going on in Riverdale, decides it isn’t safe to raise a child there at the moment, so she leaves and comes back a year or two later and archie finds out he has a kid and then they tell Fred and just Fred’s reaction would probably be the best thing! Lots of fluff please!’ - by Anon

A/N: Sorry this is two days late guys! I got lazy and forgot completely but it’s up now and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, papa Archie and grandpa Fred

Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are either thoughts, or text messages.

A * symbol means that a flashback is occurring.

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Two years ago today, you left Riverdale. No explanation, barely any goodbyes, just a sudden emptiness where you used to be. Archie didn’t get any warning, one day you were there and the next, he woke up and you were gone.

Betty only got a phone call, a five minute conversation with you that told her almost nothing other than the fact that you weren’t going to be around anymore. 

Jughead was the one who got a proper goodbye, you had talked to him the day before, explaining the situation, and despite him disagreeing, he let you go. You were pregnant with Archie’s child, and with everything going on around Riverdale, you assumed he wouldn’t want a child.

Now, you were back, an almost two year old child on your hip, standing in the small town. Anxiety flooded you, but you ignored it once you saw Jughead walking towards you. A grin was n the dark-haired boy’s face, “I almost didn’t believe when you told me over the phone, I thought you were playing some sick joke!” He said, a small snort leaving his lips.

You smiled at him, but before you could say anything he quickly spoke up, “this must be the infamous little Elijah,” he said playfully, voice getting higher as he spoke to the small redheaded boy. Rolling your eyes, you carefully held him out to Jughead, “you can hold him, I wish you told me you only came because of the baby.” you teased lightly, a fond smile coming to your face as you watched Jughead nod enthusiastically, carefully grabbing the small child and holding him gently, grinning.

After bouncing Elijah a few times, Jughead’s attention was back on you, “Archie doesn’t know you’re around, please tell me you’re gonna see him?” he pleaded, eyes widening slightly as you got quiet. He sighed, balancing the child on his hip, “(Y/N), he missed you. He was wrecked when he realized you were gone and didn’t even say goodbye. I know he won’t mind a child, okay? He’s the most understanding and eerily father-like person I know,” he rambled, smirking and rolling his eyes as he spoke about the tall redhead.

His rambling was met with a nod, and a relieved smile took over the boys face, “thank shit.” he sighed, using his free hand to cover his mouth upon realizing Elijah was still balanced on his hip. You rolled your eyes once more at his antics, “still the same Jughead I remember,” you teased sarcastically, taking Elijah back into your arms and sighing, “guess we better get going, huh? All my stuff is in the car,” you shrugged, and Jughead nodded once more, grabbing your free hand and dragging you in the direction of Pop’s Diner.

After a long discussion with Jughead, and a welcome back from Pop himself, you began walking to Archie’s house alone, Elijah in your arms. As you knocked on the door you breathed deeply, eyes shutting for a moment. Your eyes quickly flew open upon hearing the door open, coming face to face with the one and only Archie.

He stared at you blankly for a moment, before a giant grin took over his face and you were engulfed in a hug. You two stood like that for a moment, and once Archie backed away his lips began moving, “I didn’t think i’d ever see you again- you don’t even understand how much I missed you, no goodbye or anything? I loved you- I love you, please tell me you’re staying- never do that again-” he said quickly, as if you two only had a moment to speak. 

Before he could ramble any more, his eyes trailed down to the baffled and messy child, “who is that-? Is he yours- wait- is he ours?” he spoke, quicker than last time as he eyed the red hair. As he saw the look you gave he got his answer, “I’m a dad? I have a son!” he exclaimed, laughing breathlessly and looking at you. His look quickly turned sincere, confusion in his eyes, “this is why you left, isn’t it?” he asked, half already knowing what his answer would be.

You nodded, sad smile on your face, “I thought it’d be too much for you, i’m sorry Arch-” “don’t be sorry, get your ass inside and let’s catch up.” he said dismissively, grinning once more and wrapping a warm arm around you, ruffling Elijah’s hair as he did, guiding you inside.

After what seemed like hours of talking, joking, and playing games with Elijah, the sound of glass breaking at the doorway to the living room got your attention. There stood the famous Fred Andrews, mouth wide open, eyes darting between the three of you.

Archie stood abruptly, smile on his face, but Fred spoke first, “(Y/N)? Wha- why-how?” he stuttered out, “how are you-? Where did you come from? Why is there a baby on the floor!?” he said quickly, voice gradually getting higher, “did (Y/N) come back with a stolen baby!?” he finally shouted, giving Archie a strange look as he laughed.

The redhead shook his head, “dad, this is my baby, it’s why (Y/N) left,” he explained slowly, and Fred slowly slid down the wall, hand on his face and eyes wide. He didn’t blink for what seemed like a full five minutes, “a baby… my son has a human child… and…” he stopped talking, standing slowly, “i’m gonna go shower…” he whispered, shock evident as the confused man walked out of the room slowly, glancing from you to the baby to Archie a few times as he did.

Once the shower turned on you and Archie started laughing, “did you see his face!? He thought we stole a kid!” he laughed, face turning pink from all the laughter. You snorted, “your poor dad! He looked so damn lost!” you laughed, grabbing Archie’s shoulder for support. All the laughter influenced Elijah, and the baby began laughing loudly, snorting a few times which only made you laugh harder as Archie grabbed the child, still laughing himself. He bounced the small boy a few times, “yeah, Elijah. Grandpa thought you were stolen, buddy!” he said in a childish voice, only causing the child to laugh harder.

The night carried on, Frank didn’t come downstairs until over an hour later, looking traumatized. Eventually after everything was explained and the laughing was over, Fred exclaimed how happy he was to be a grandpa, even if he was “a bit young” to be one, in his opinion. Later on Betty and Jughead were invited to stay, an everyone was reunited, once more.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I've always loved your metas and I finally have something to ask after 48 years. How do you think the danvers sisters dynamics has changed over the course of s1 to s3? Maybe it's because s3 deals with trauma a lot more but I feel like they're softer with each other now.

Okay, I was holding this until 3x06, and it’s been a busy couple of weeks, so I’m sorry it took a while to post the answer!

Kara & Alex’s dynamic has changed a lot over the past couple years, and it’s easy to forget that they didn’t get along anywhere near so well when the show started.

Don’t get me wrong – these two have always, ALWAYS had each other’s backs when it counts. This has been true since their very youngest days in the S1 flashbacks. They might get frustrated with each other, they might not want to even be around each other sometimes, but these kids are 110% team Danvers whenever shit goes down. It’s just … when there’s not some kind of crazy emergency, they end up pushing each other away as much as they pull themselves closer together. And this goes on from the time Kara moves in until the first few episodes of Season 1.

What’s changed over the course of the show is that they’ve grown up emotionally, they see each other more clearly, and they talk to each other in much healthier ways than they used to.

Case in point: Alex. I’ve talked before about how she isn’t the most reliable narrator when it comes to her relationships with the people closest to her – she views love and respect as things she needs to compete for, and it’s only when her family forces her to kinda take a breath that she realizes … oh, I don’t really need to do that. She explains this to Kara in 1x01, when she’s trying to get Kara to understand why she snapped at her about saving the plane, but it’s not until her relationships with both J’onn and Eliza also shift a few episodes later that she finally accepts (at least a little) that she’s been appreciated and valued for herself all along. And once that clicks, she loses the confrontational edge in her relationships with her entire family, Kara included. S2 builds on that even more, because it’s the first time we get to see Alex struggle and lean on her sister a little bit, although being vulnerable is clearly not a thing she enjoys, because she sure is irritated when Kara tries to take charge while Alex is hurting in S3.

Kara’s matured over the course of the show, too, although it might not seem as obvious. Kara’s biggest hurdle in the sister dynamic is that she’s kinda spoiled. She spent the first part of her childhood without any siblings, and she spent the rest of her childhood as the youngest and – due to the huge traumas she’d experienced – by far the more indulged, when it came to emotional issues. It’s definitely not on purpose, but she tends to think of her needs first simply because everybody else does, too. I mean, it takes her over ten years to realize her relationship with Alex is completely unbalanced when it comes to providing emotional support. And it’s not that she doesn’t know Alex needs support sometimes, because no-filter Kara goes straight for the kill on calling out Alex’s bad coping skills. It’s just that … she didn’t really devote a whole lot of time to figuring out how to have those conversations growing up, because Alex has issues accepting help and it’s easier to just leave her be. Adult Kara is still trying to figure out the best way to be Alex’s support system, and sometimes it doesn’t go smoothly, as 3x06 demonstrated. But she’s been actively trying since S2, where for the better part of S1 she didn’t.

For The First Time - (Young)Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: aaaaand the winner is… the always handsome Sirius Black! 

Request: 
Anonymous said: Hey love your blog is AMAZING. Just wanted to thank you cause they’ve made my day on several occasions. So I thought of this imagine w/ Sirius Black and I really wanted you to write it, one where the reader temporarily loses her memory after falling off of the ladder? in the library. She remembers everyone except for Sirius who’s trying so hard, gets frustrated but still tries. The reader would eventually remember after he kisses her, I know its cheesy I’m sorry. Thank you in advance

so, thank you for liking my blog! :D and sorry this took a while! and thank you to everyone who voted! I’m sorry if your favorite didn’t win! it was a very close call with Derek but in the end… Sirius stole everyone’s heart! :D so here it is! I really hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :)

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For The First Time

“What happened?” Sirius said running inside the Hospital Wing with the other three Marauders behind him.

“Mr. Black, I’ve told you numerous times, no running in my wing” Madam Pomfrey complained as he reached the bed where his girlfriend laid asleep and a worried Lily Evans stood next to her.

“I-it was all so quick” Lily said still shaken. James immediately walked over to hold her. “I told her she was carrying t-too many books and she should toss them at m-me, b-but she didn’t a-and she fell backwards and she h-hit her head” she said upset as James hugged her to him.

“Shh, it’s ok, love” he said kissing her head and looking at (Y/N). Sirius kneeled next to her and took her hand in his, not daring to take his eyes off her. She had a bandage on her head, she looked so fragile. He kissed her hand before he turned to Madam Pomfrey.

“Is she going to be ok?” he asked with a broken voice.

“Yes, Mr. Black” she assured him with a warm smile. “It is only a matter of time before she wakes up. She had a nasty fall but, is nothing to be worried about” she assured him, placing her hand on his shoulder and Sirius only nodded. “But I don’t think it will be anytime soon, so you children should go to dinner and come back after-“

“I’m not leaving her” Sirius said still looking at the unconscious girl. The other students simply shared a look amongst them and then Remus spoke.

“We’ll bring you back something” he said patting Sirius on his back before they all left. Madame Pomfrey indicating him that she will be in her office if he needed anything and leaving the two teenagers alone.

“(Y/N)” Sirius said bringing her hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss. “I’m here love” he whispered pulling a chair closer so he could sit next to her. He then smiled sadly at her while he drew circles in the palm of her hand as he remembered how he got here. How the infamous Sirius Black came to fall in love with this girl.

***Flashback***

“No!”

“Come on, why not?” Sirius pouted.

“Why not? Really? Sirius, you know exactly why I won’t go out with you” (Y/N) laughed as she kept walking through the shelves of the library and he kept following her.

“But I’ve changed” he argued back.

“Sirius, I am possibly your only female friend ever since you got to Hogwarts. I know exactly how you are and I know you won’t change. You only want to go out with me because, aside from Lily, I am the only girl who has said no to you” she said with a giggle.

“Ok, that’s not true, first of all, I have never asked Evans out” he said wrinkling his nose in abhorrence. “And second, I know you know how I am-was! How I was” he corrected when she looked at him with that ‘I told you so’ look. “And you still like me in spite of all of that” he told her. “Come on, (Y/N). One date” he said with pleading eyes. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

(Y/N) bit her bottom lip debating with herself as she looked at his deep grey, begging eyes. She would be lying if she said she had never found the oldest Black brother attractive. But they had a pretty good friendship, what if this screwed the whole thing up? She knew how he was and he was probably gonna get this date out if his system and move on, so she might as well just go with it.

“Fine” she said sighing. “One date, Black” she warned. “But you better take my breath away” she mocked him.

“Oh, you let me worry about that, love” he said winking at her before he grabbed the books from her hands.

***End of Flashback***

Sirius felt a sad smile forming on his lips at that long-gone memory. One date became two, two became three, and before both of them knew it, they were together. It had been over a year now, and Sirius had never been happier in his life.

“I love you, (Y/N)” he said kissing her hand over and over again.

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The Problem With the “If it’s gay, it’s good.” Mentality.

Hello, various fandoms that will be seeing this.

While I focus on some specific fandoms and shows in this essay, rant, overanalysis, what have you, I believe that the concept is pretty far-reaching and overarching across the majority of the shows that this website freaks the fuck out over.

Gonna go out right here and establish that I’m panro-ace and male, so don’t worry, a “straightie” isn’t preaching to you about what LGBTQ+ representation should look like in media. (that is to say, though, that contrary to popular belief on here, it is possible for cishets to have the right idea about topics such as this.)

Anyway, on to what I want to talk about.

In recent months and going back to when I first joined Tumblr two and a half years ago, I’ve started noticing this disturbing trend with the types of media that we as fans consume. Particularly, those of us who are in the LBGTQ+ community.

Ask anyone who’s spent more than three seconds on here, and they can give you a seemingly endless list of shows that either fucked up representation (Steins;Gate, Rukako/Lukako specifically), baited representation, i.e. “queerbaiting” (Hetalia, Love Live Sunshine/School Idol Project), or killed off one of the two queer partners for “shock value” or some other bullshit reason (e.g. Clexa).

But then, here in late 2016, the year of Hell, we are suddenly graced with Yuri on Ice, the first mainstream anime in recent memory to have a canon gay couple in a non-BL or Yaoi setting. In other words, the first show to treat a homo pairing like a hetero one.

Naturally, we’ve exploded as a fanbase. People obsess over each screenshot pulled from the show, there’s a shipping web more complex than most ones created by spiders, and each Wednesday there’s so much YOI on my dash that sometimes I wonder how anything else is reblogged on those days. Hell, I even changed my URL the day of the reveal to celebrate. It’s a fantastic thing and that shouldn’t be overlooked.

However, it’s not all good. And I think that the popularity Yuri on Ice and shows like it, such as the aforementioned Love Live School Idol Project, Hetalia, even Hibike! Euphonium depending on who you ask (though if you ask me, I believe there’s been enough confirmation from the staff to say they’re canon, but another post for another time there) creates and sets a bad standard for representation in media as a whole.

It’s the standard of “If it’s gay, it’s good.”

We, as fandoms, have an extremely bad habit of completely ignoring a show’s flaws, shortcomings, or queerbaitings if we either 1) see our pairing become canon (Yuri on Ice) or if the show is bait-y enough that all fans have to do is connect a couple dots (NozoEli, ChikaRiko, in Love Live).

Yuri on Ice is being hailed as this masterpiece that can do no wrong, has perfect characters, a deep story, and gorgeous animation.

I’m here to say that that’s simply not the case, that we’ve been blinded by the greatness that is Viktuuri, and how dangerous that is for LGBTQ+ representation going forward.

Firstly, the characters, while not bad, are relatively one-dimensional, save for perhaps Yuuri and Viktor. There’s not much complexity to Yurio’s “tough on the outside, soft on the inside” facade, and the majority of the other side characters in the show could be described pretty vaguely. 

“The fanboy one from Thiland.”

“The hot guy people ship with Yurio”

“The one that looks like Pew-Die-Pie”

As for the animation, while I admire Mappa as a studio, and I think Zankyou no Terror/Terror in Resonance is one of the best animated shows ever, I think they really dropped the ball on Yuri on Ice.

I would ask that the only explanation that this point requires is for you all to take off your manservice glasses and look at how dopey most of the skating scenes are. If you want an ice skating scene, look up the one in Death Parade, a show by Studio Madhouse a year or two ago. (Honestly, please just go watch Death Parade, it’s such an underappriciated show as a whole)

The thing that really irks me, though, is when people say the story is this complex interweaving of perspectives and plot threads, when it’s really just a bunch of flashbacks through the lens of not one, but two whole characters, those being Yuuri and Viktor.

Think Yuri on Ice is a masterpiece for having two perspectives with flashbacks? Compare it to a show such as Durarara or Baccano. I’ve watched all the way through the former while I’m still working on the latter, so I’ll use it as an example.

Off the top of my head, I can think of twelve different perspectives that the show explores and fleshes out in twelve episodes (one more than YOI)

Namely, the perspectives of:

Shizuo Heiwajima, Izaya Orihara, Masaomi Kida, Mikado Ryuugamine, Simon the sushi dude, Celty Sturlenson, Shinra Kishitani, Anri Sonohara, Walker, Erica, Kyohei, and a fucking sentient sword.

All of those characters have well-established backstories, characters, and motivations after twelve episodes.

How many characters does Yuri on Ice flesh out to that extent? Yuri, Viktor, and Yurio.

I know what you’re thinking…at least I think I do- So, ok. Yuri on Ice isn’t as deep as the fandom says it is. Big whoop. Even still, the representation it so boldly carries with that makes up for all the shortcomings, right?

No. Representation does. not. equate. to quality.

And here’s why.

Since anime is my forte, I’ll be focusing on that, but again, this is applicable to all kinds of media Eastern, Western, or otherwise.

The single greatest motivating factor for any animation studio (or any company in general) to produce a show is how much money they can make on it. So naturally, they start looking for easily exploitable means to that end. One such means is the inability of fandoms such as ours to distinguish representation or baiting from quality.

Yuri on Ice is a now the standard for representation, but let’s be honest with ourselves, it’s kind of a shitty standard, at least compared to what it could be.

Like, think about it for a second– yeah, YOI is a fantastically entertaining show, but just imagine if you had a show that was, say, on the level of quality as some of the most critically acclaimed shows of all time with that sort of representation.

That’s a great thought, isn’t it?

Well until we as fandoms start to distinguish quality from representation, there will be very little opportunity, if any at all, for the quality of the media in which said representation takes place to grow.

I am sick and tired of scrolling through my dash to see text post, after fanfic, after comic, after whatever reducing either a canonically LGBTQ+ character or a character that’s commonly baited/implied/headcannoned as such be reduced to that and one other charactaristic.

Nozomi is gay and likes parfaits.

Eli is gay and is Russian.

Yuri is gay and likes Katsudon.

Rukako is trans and shy.

Umi is gay and has a stick up her ass.

Shizuo’s gay and strong.

You see where I’m going with this?

Like, I’m perfectly ok with joking around about these characters. That’s not what I’m talking about.

But when the prevailing works of media in a fandom are these stupid crack fics or fetishy artwork that’s justified under the context of the artist “exploring their sexuality” that do nothing to develop characters in meaningful ways, that’s a problem.

It’s a problem because the creators of mainstream media look at that and think that that’s all we as a community want– one-dimensional characters in easy-to-write shows that take no effort to create yet sell oodles of merchandise due to the fact that “it has gays in it.”

And you know what? It works. Because we as LGBTQ+ people are so starved of representation in the first place, we latch on to any representaton (or teasing thereof) that we see, even if it’s really shitty.

No. If something’s gay and cliche, than it’s still cliche and therefore as bad as something that’s straight and cliche. And until we get past the mentality that that’s not the case, we won’t see any drastic improvement in either the quality and/or quantity of good representation in media.

This post was created for the sole purpose of creating discussion and raising awareness to what I believe is a big issue. Please reply, reblog, send me an ask, whatever with your own opinion of things. I’d love to hear it.

See ya!

How adorable, right?

My favorite part of the “moving out” video was the little flashback (just a few seconds!) to the two of them building the wardrobe when they first moved in. They looked like little tiny babies! With such “interesting” haircuts! And that was such a funny, iconic video! With Phil stroking the piece of wood up and down until Dan stopped him. That made me laugh so hard. I think that was the only part of the video that made me really nostalgic.

Shame on those 5 noisy phandom cynics who insisted that they would be moving out separately. Why would a 25-year-old man and a 30-year-old man who are very special friends ever want to live independently of each other?

anonymous asked:

Where does Robin stands nowadays in the Batman's world in your opinion? How different is it from where it started in the DCU?

Over 78 years and at least 4 ‘main’ versions, yeah: there’ve been some changes.

The thing about Robin though, in terms of how he grew alongside Batman? For the first 30ish years of his existence, he’s not actually a character; he’s an accessory, another item on the utility belt, albeit one Batman cared about a lot more than a grapple gun or flashbang. Past that great page with him and Batman swearing the vow by candlelight, providing valuable symbolism and context for (much) later on - and even there, Batman’s emotions and motivations for bringing this kid into his world amount to “Well, I guess you and I were both victims of a similar trouble.” - Dick’s just *there*, the junior crimefighter, thrown in to add variety to fight scenes and give his partner someone to bounce dialogue off of. As little as the comics brought up Batman’s parents dying in a filthy alley back then, it at least occasionally merited a mention, whereas I could almost believe you if you told me Robin’s origin was literally never brought up again for the first 20 years of his career.

To be clear, that’s not at all a failing of those stories. Robin’s great even then, a fitting splash of color into Batman’s world that paved the way for further weirdness down the line and a great design in his own right (even if the lack of pants hasn’t aged as well as Superman or Batman’s looks at the time), as well as a reader-identification figure in a time when hanging out with Batman still seemed like a fun prospect. But compared to its big rival in Superman, which silly as it got still often dove into big, primal emotions children could relate to - at least in the Silver Age - Batman was mostly rooted in process: here’s how Batman fights his way past the goons/escapes the deathtrap/figures out the mystery. The closest there was to an ongoing emotional conflict was Batman wondering whether or not he should settle down with Batwoman. As a result, despite reams of pagetime and plenty of solo stories, Robin himself had less characterization than, say, the likes of Jimmy Olsen, or even Lori Lemaris. Even stories zeroing in on their relationship like Robin Dies At Dawn are based on Batman’s guilt, not anything substantial on Robin’s end. He’s not even a tonal contrast yet, since Batman himself is pretty chipper by now, and will be for the next few decades.

The turning point is in 1969 when Dick leaves for college as part of a general attempt at streamlining Batman’s operation; while the O’Neil/Adams team hadn’t come onboard yet, the Adam West and Burt Ward show had ended the year before and I imagine DC was already feeling the backlash, so it marked the start in earnest of trying to get everybody to take Batman a bit more seriously. The unintended result being that Robin, while appearing on occasion in the main titles, was for all intents and purposes hermetically sealed away in his own corner of the DCU away from what was happening to Batman, first in solo adventures and then with the New Teen Titans. And eventually, inexorably, that meant that Robin shifted to not really fitting with Batman’s world as we knew it anymore, and that’s therefore what came to define Dick Grayson: he’s not like Bruce Wayne, and moreover he doesn’t especially want to be, until him even nominally being Batman’s sidekick anymore doesn’t work once he grows up and realizes he doesn’t want to sit in a basement scowling for the rest of his life.

Of course, taking Dick Grayson out of the picture meant there wasn’t going to be a Robin period, and the rejection of the fun Robin represented wasn’t complete enough to deny the value of his iconography, so along comes Jason Todd, The Robin Who Makes Sense For Grim Batman once he gets his Post-Crisis origin. He’s got a dark backstory (one that even does marginally more than Dicks’ did to justify the conceit of Batman taking on a young aid - after all, if Jason wasn’t Robin he’d possibly be doomed to a life of crime), and a personality that lets him trade jokes with the bad guys in classic Robin style, but as fueled by a rage at injustice that meant he didn’t contrast that harshly with a post-Miller Batman. There’s a bit more of a deliberate contrast with how Batman himself functions - something that becomes important later - but it’s subdued in the face of Jason’s anger boiling over, until his presence becomes untenable both in-universe and among the fanbase, and what happens, happens. Because goodness knows that if there’s one thing Batman was lacking, it was a defining tragedy to motivate him to fight crime.

So you have a company that recognizes that Robin probably should be a thing, but their attempt at making him mesh with the rough-and-tumble modern world of the 1980s failed so spectacularly that having a child beaten to death by a clown was preferable to having to continue to put up with him. So they were going to have to work with something a little more familiar, while at the same time finding a whole new way to make the idea palatable, especially now that the obvious dangers of bringing a powerless kid to fight supervillains were right at the front of everybody’s minds.

And that’s how you get the most important Robin story of all time past his debut in A Lonely Place Of Dying.

Not the best, mind you; later stories explored the idea introduced here in far more interesting ways. And for that matter, I’m on the record that Tim Drake is by far the least interesting Robin, a generic grab-bag of traits from other characters who never remotely approaches the sum of his parts (and that disappointing streak in fact starts right here, where the question of “how do you justify endangering a child after what happened to Jason Todd?” is kicked under the rug by having a new kid show up out of nowhere who happens to be amazing and perfect for the gig both physically and mentally). But what happens here is where the idea hinted at now and again in the likes of The Dark Knight Returns finally clicks into place, where Robin actually becomes Robin as we now know him with the idea that his contrast with Batman isn’t a bug, but a feature.

That’s what Robin brings to the table, retroactively explaining why Dick worked and Jason didn’t, why he makes sense in Batman’s world, and why Bruce in fact needs him: because there needs to be a light in the dark, someone to remind Batman just what it is he’s fighting for and keep him from losing himself entirely to his mission. That Robin saves Batman just as much as the other way around, and that having a laughing young daredevil out there alongside him will keep Batman’s head in the game, keep him alert and engaged and alive now that he has someone else to look out for. In short, Robin being around forces Batman to be an adult, rather than the kid still crying in the alley all these years later. And in so doing, he has the chance to show these kids a better way, just as he once found one. It’s a take that sticks right away, since that’s the contrast they went with a couple years later for Batman: The Animated Series, setting in stone how those two related to each other in the public eye to the point where it’s hard to remember it any other way (especially since flashbacks to Dick’s period as Robin now retroactively cast him as the upbeat good cop to Batman’s hardass).

It doesn’t quite hold in the comics among the creators though, and the result was an odd period where things were thrown in two directions at once; some writers it was becoming obvious actually did dislike or even hate Robin, or at minimum had no use whatsoever for him, and he started to get kicked to the side at every available opportunity since now not only was he silly on his own but he actively represented the idea that Batman should himself lighten up. Others clearly started to like Robin as a figure more than Batman himself, hence getting stories where it turned out Nightwing was called into Gotham on the night of Jason’s debut so Bruce could rub it in his face that he was replaced, or Bruce replacing Tim with an inadequately-trained young woman who eventually got killed to try and bait him into resuming the role himself. And by the time things returned to some sort of equilibrium, it was already just about time for the next big shift.

Finally, we come to the star of the show if we’re talking about how Robin works and where he stands today: Damian Wayne. The son of Batman as opposed to the brother, and therefore probably why Bruce catastrophically fails at every turn when trying to raise him (outside maybe a few so-so Tomasi comics) - he’s aces at barking orders at partners, but not so much at emotionally connecting with a child who’s for a change actually immature compared to him, rather than being noticeably emotionally healthier. He couldn’t even properly help Jason; what hope did he have at reaching a 10-year-old assassin raised from birth with the promise that his destiny is to one day wreak bloody revolution and seize the world in his grip? Bruce fights crime; what’s he going to do with a kid essentially raised by the platonic concept of capital-C Crime? Hence why he’s not Bruce’s Robin, and never really could be. Even if they could work together without finding themselves at each other’s throats, it’d be two terse efficient warriors cooperating smoothly, with none of the spark that makes Batman and Robin thrive as a partnership in an emotional sense. He’s Dick’s.

He has to be Dick’s, because as Dick’s grown since his years in the speedo, through Nightwing to Batman and back again, he’s become the official adult in the room of the Batman Family (at least as far as the members in tights go). He’s the one who smiles, who has at least semi-stable relationships, who Bruce saved and who therefore grew up not being afraid and vulnerable in the same way as him. And because of that he’s the one who’s able to talk with Damian as a human being to be understood and guided rather than an apprentice to be disciplined - just as he was retroactively the one to make the effort to connect with Bruce, he’s able to do the same thing here, except this time the power dynamic favors him - and because of that Damian eventually comes to understand there’s more to crimefighting than punishing ‘degenerates’, but in protecting the innocent and serving a higher ideal of justice. To the point where the privileged little brat who originally thought blood alone made him worthy of being Batman not only turns his back on the crime that defined his life, but joins the Bat-Family in earnest by essentially orphaning himself with the rejection of his mother.

It’s the completion of a circle, where Dick proves his worthiness as Batman by succeeding in saving Damian where Bruce failed to save Jason. They have the chemistry that defines Batman and Robin as a modern partnership, able to bounce off each other with the wise snarking veteran superhero always able to needle the self-important teen samurai billionaire until the kid comes out, whether to laugh along with him or show how deep his wounds go. And the reason this truly works as a reconfiguration of the Batman and Robin relationship rather than a new one altogether became clear in Nightwing Must Die!, where we see what Damian brings to the table in turn: Dick as a well-adjusted person doesn’t have the diamond-solid certainty in his identity or mission that Bruce did, but Damian most definitely does, and can bring the fire to Dick when he needs it the way Dick could with Bruce. He’s the one who believes in Dick as Batman even more than he believes in Bruce. Hell, probably even more than Dick believes in Bruce.

As is that’s the issue with Robin, at least as far as the comics go - he’s not working with his partner, and you can’t especially shove him together with Bruce without either killing the drama or going endlessly back to the “You’re not my real dad, man!” well (yet another reason Dick should absolutely still be Co-Batman), and while he’s honestly a strong enough character to work on his own, that’s not his situation at the moment. Thankfully we’re still getting a pretty effective contrast with Jon Kent in Super Sons, along with whatever they’re doing in Teen Titans right now, but as Robin specifically rather than Damian Wayne he’s kind of inevitably sidelined until Dick either takes back the cape or just takes Robin as his sidekick even while he’s Nightwing. Bruce himself seems to have moved past needing a Robin truly all his own at the moment, instead cycling through the likes of Bluebird and Signal and Gotham Girl. The honest answer to what Robin means in the DCU right now is probably “identity that’s going to remain in a holding pattern until the DCEU Batman and Nightwing movies come out, and then they’ll do whatever lines up with those”. So, uh, come back to me in 2019 or thereabouts. But on the whole? Batman and Robin are there to save each other. It’s that simple.

ok my new theory:

as predicted, adam and rebecca are going to be the second summer affair IM talked about in the new years spoilers. this has been signposted in the past by emmerdale instagram posting a picture of the two of them from the day they had the conversation about holly in the cafe.

except – the affair has already started. we just haven’t seen it.

IM had said that this year, instead of doing a big ‘stunt week’ with lots of car crashes, they were going to mess with time and narrative storytelling. It couldn’t just be a flashback episode, because they’ve already done that before, when Robert was shot. So what if there’s stories happening in emmerdale right now that aren’t being told? What if they did a series of episodes telling stories of villagers that have been happening right under our noses but we haven’t been shown? One of these would be the adam/bex affair, and what really happened the night of The Incident (R/R didn’t sleep together).

She’s Mine

Originally posted by riverdates

request:  You think that you could do a imagine where the nerd!fem!reader x Cheryl used to date and being friends since being baby’s but Cheryl broke up with her without a reason. But every time the reader try to find someone new to date the person just disappeared so when Veronica arrive the reader make a plan with Veronica to know who is scaring people away for her. And Veronica can make Betty jealous.

a/n - I’m so sorry I haven’t uploaded all day! Tomorrow I’ll be traveling, but I promise I’ll publish plenty on Wednesday!

written by Jasmine

Italics is a flashback!

“Why are you doing this?” You asked. “Is it because of me? What did I do? Cheryl, we can work this out.”

“No, it’s not you. We just need to break up,” She pushed, her face unreadable. You scoffed, picking up your bag that sat on her bed.

“So you’re just throwing this away? Thirteen years of friendship and two years of dating just out the window?” You asked. She sighed.

“I’m sorry, (y/n),” She offered. You shrugged, sucking in a deep breath.

“I love you,” You started. “I’ll do anything. Just please don’t do this.”

“I have to,” She whispered, and you bit your lip.

“Okay, I guess I’ll respect that. Bye, Cheryl.” You marched from her room, wondering what you could’ve done wrong.


“Then you just combine the variables, and you’re done!” You exclaimed, smiling as Veronica finished up the problem she was working.

“How are you so good at this?” She asked, causing you to chuckle.

“Math comes easy to me,” You said with a shrug.

“Yeah, as does English, biology, physics, you name it!” She added. You shook your head.

“Oh shush,” You teasingly scolded, sending her a smile afterward.

“You know-” Veronica was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. The two of you turned around, watching as Lucy, a girl you had been seeing, entered the room.

“Oh, hey,” You greeted her. “We still on for tonight?”

Lucy had asked you out on a date a few weeks into the school year, just after you and Veronica had become great friends. Your “summer fling” had recently dumped you, and she hadn’t wasted any time before asking you out.

“I uh, I just came to talk to you about that.” She shuffled inside, playing with her fingers nervously. You furrowed your brows, before turning to Veronica.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” She said, grabbing her books and leaving the room.

“What’s up?” You asked as Veronica left.

“I don’t think we should do this anymore,” She blurted out. You raised your eyebrows.

“What? Why?” You questioned.

“I just think you deserve better, you know?”

You quickly became confused, that was exactly what your last girlfriend had said when she decided to end things. It was all so sudden, and it happened when things seemed to be going quite well. You were reliving that breakup right now.

“Where’d you get that idea?” You pushed. She shook her head.

“It doesn’t matter. I like you, but I’m just not good enough for you,” She continued. You bit your lip, still thinking about how oddly similar this was to your last breakup.

“Uh, okay. I’ll see you around?” You asked. She nodded, not saying another word before leaving. Veronica came back in a few moments later, Betty at her side.

“What was that about?” Veronica asked. You sat down, shrugging.

“She dumped me. But, it was weird. She said the same things my last girlfriend said before ending things with me,” You admitted. You could see confusion flash on both girls faces before they sat down as well.

“That is weird,” Betty started.

“Maybe someone’s scaring your dates away, telling them what to say when they dump you,” Veronica suggested.

You laughed, shaking your head at her.

“Yeah, I’m sure someone is so in love with the school ‘nerd’ that they’re scaring away all my dates,” You mocked.

“Could be, you’re quite the catch,” Veronica teased, and Betty tensed a bit. You pretended not to notice as she wrapped her arms around Veronica.

“Awh, well aren’t you two just super cute.” You reached over and pinched Betty’s cheeks, causing her to laugh.

“You know, we could find out what’s going on,” Veronica added as you pulled away.

“How so?”

“We fake date,” She said. Betty snapped her head up, glaring at her girlfriend.

“Everyone knows you’re with Betty,” You pointed out.

“Only our close friends. They can be in on it,” Veronica continued.

“It’s not a bad idea,” You said, glancing at Betty.

“So we can act like a couple, and I’ll let you know if anything happens,” Veronica finished.

“Are you okay with that, Betty?” You questioned, and she quickly put on a smile.

“Yeah, of course!” She exclaimed, and you nodded.

“Well, I’ll see you both in physics!” You called as you left the room, hoping that Veronica’s plan would work.


“How’d you do on the test, babe?” Veronica asked, sending you a wink.

“Ninety-seven,” You answered.

“What the hell? I got a sixty-four!” She exclaimed. “No fair.”

“I got a ninety-two,” Betty added, forcing herself between the two of you.  

“That’s so good, Betty!” Veronica praised, almost going in to kiss her, but she quickly straightened herself out. “I’ll see you at Pop’s tonight, (y/n).”

You nodded, kissing her cheek.


“Are you sure Betty’s okay?” You asked, sipping on your vanilla milkshake.

“Yeah, I’m just making sure to hang out with her whenever I can. She won’t admit she’s jealous, but I know Betty,” She answered sadly. You nodded, shuffling out of the booth.

“I’ll be back,” You told her as you walked towards the bathroom, opening the door and standing in front of the sink. You and Veronica had been “dating” for over two months now, and she hadn’t told you anything yet. It was possible that she had been wrong, and your breakups had just been a coincidence.

You shook away your feelings and adjusted your hair before washing your hands. You quickly dried them off, before exiting the washroom.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw Cheryl sitting with Veronica, a cold glare on her face. She had her back towards you, and Veronica hadn’t noticed you yet.

“Stay away from her,” Cheryl hissed. “Or you’ll regret it.”

“Why should I?” Veronica shot back, and you let out a quiet chuckle.

“Because (y/n) is mine, so back off,” Cheryl continued.

“Didn’t you break up with her?” Veronica asked, cocking her head to the side.

Cheryl paused for a few seconds, before answering. “Yeah, I did. But I regret it, So I mean it Lodge. End things with (y/n).”

“Fine, fine.” Veronica held her hands up in surrender, before looking over at you. You watched Cheryl in shock as she stood from the booth, and walking from the restaurant. You made your way back over to Veronica, and she shook her head.

“Told you.”

anonymous asked:

can you do a fluff about vernon being your best friend, but you secretly have feelings for him? you can make up the rest! thank youu ~

Originally posted by visual-17

In Vain

Word Count: 5002
Genre: angst angst anGST (with fluffiness ish? idk)
Pairing: You x Hansol (Vernon)
Warnings: nothing major, just some light cussing here and there, and a bit of dirty humor

Sometimes Cupid runs out of arrows and only shoots one person instead of two. And sometimes, Cupid is cruel enough to make you fall in love with someone who doesn’t have enough room in their heart to love you.

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GD scenario: Hi, little girl...

Words: 1150

Short summary:

You are a mother of 3 years old daughter Jiyoona and G-Dragon is her father. You kept her as a secret.

After 4 years after you left him, you meet him again at the park and he wants to take responsibility of being a father. 

But did you let him, after 4 years, without telling him you were carrying his baby?

A/N:

I am writing an essay tomorrow with the theme: Romeo and Juliet.. Wish me luck ^^. I hope you liked the last  G-Dragon scenario: going to MAMA together, and I hope you like this one too. Thank you for all the support <3


Originally posted by kpopking-gdragon

You were walking through the park with a baby stroller and your 3 years old cute little daughter in it. You had no idea you might run to your ex-boyfriend-Jiyong. You had great times with him. You were in love. But he took his job as a priority and that’s why you left him, without telling you are carrying his baby. You let Jiyoona play on the playground when a man approached you. You saw familiar brown eyes when he took off his sunglasses.
“Hello, Y/N.”
It was him. Jiyong.
*FLASHBACK*
You wrote a note:
I’m sorry, but I’m leaving.
Don’t search for me,
Don’t cry over me.
I’ll miss you, Y/N
The tears kept falling down while you walked downstairs to your car. You remembered he bought you this car, so it wasn’t legally yours, you walked to the bus station, wondering where should you go now. Your parents weren’t an option, but you still had your best friend. You called her and she didn’t mind if you stayed for some time until you find yourself an apartment. You were so grateful for her. You had many friends, but none of them were so connected to you as your best friend from childhood. You had so many memories together. You fought sometimes, but couldn’t be without each other for more than 1 day.
You came to her house, crying. She was comforting me and kept saying how she’ll always be there for you.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get an apartment and you’ll give a birth to a beautiful baby, okay? I’ll always be with you.”
Her voice so calm and full of worry. You appreciated her a lot.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
You picked up Jiyoona and put her in the baby stroller. You had two possibilities.
Talk with him or ignore him.
You tried walking away but he followed you.
“WHY?” he said a bit louder, scaring Jiyoona, who looked up at him.
“Please, just go away.” you said to him, without looking at his face.
He stopped you.
“Let’s talk. I just want to talk. Is she… well… you know… is she mine? I mean it’s been almost 4 years and she must be at least 3 years old…. Tell me.”
You kept thinking in your mind, deciding whether to tell him or not. You were alone for 4 years, raising her… But she should at least know who her father is. And he must know about her.
“She’s yours. What are you going to do now? Introduce her to the public? Visit her secretly until paparazzi find out about her? That’s why I left, Ji. I don’t want her to be famous, she should at least have a normal childhood.”
He was surprised how you were upset. He would never think of a good reason why you left. Now it was right in front of him. He kneeled and gave her hand and said hello then stared at hair eyes for a few moments.
“Let’s just go to your apartment to think about this, okay? I’m upset because you didn’t tell me about her. I have the right to know. I would’ve been there for you and her…”
You couldn’t keep hearing his empty promises and interrupted him.
“Like you’ve been there for me when I needed you? Yeah thanks, but no thanks. If she’d knew who her father was she would just keep thinking you are just an acquaintance. I’m sorry, but let’s just leave this. If you really want to get to know her you’ll have to promise to be there for her. You can’t leave her like you left me. That’s the reason why I left you. You didn’t stay you always just left.”
He remembered all of the fights you went through when he came back home after 2 days being away and working for a couple days straight. He regretted that a lot. He wanted to be a good father and keep her daughter happy. He really wanted to make an effort. She is part of him too. He wanted to be a part of her life.
“I promise, I’ll do anything to make you both happy. That is the past, please give me another chance.”
You never thought you’ll hear him asking for another chance. You always thought you would be the one crawling back to him. ‘It won’t be very bad if he comes over a couple times and plays with her, I guess.’ you thought.
“Okay, I’ll let you see her. You can come whenever you want and come over to get to know her. We’ll see what happens next.” you agreed with him.
He stayed with you and asked you how you were. You felt uncomfortable because he was there. He just came back and you agreed to let him meet Jiyoona.
“Can I talk with her?” he asked and you nodded. You saw his smile when you answered him.
Hi, little girl. What’s your name?” he asked with cute voice.
She was shy for a moment and started to cry, but you stopped and you all sat on the bench.
“It’s okay, Yoonie, do you remember how I talked about your daddy? Say hello, he finally came back. Look it’s daddy.”
She stopped crying and looked at him. Of course, she was still scared of him. He was still a stranger to her. That was the problem, he came in her life now, when she started realizing things and spoke clearly. It made everything confusing for her. She was almost 4 years old and now all of a sudden she gets to meet her father. You know she won’t accept him now. But she’ll get used to him being around.He felt upset because he spent all these 4 years thinking why you left, writing songs about you, he cried. When he saw that note he broke. You wrote you don’t want him to find you, telling him not to cry. He thought it was unfair that you kept her away from him. He was glad he found you. When he saw you walking on the sidewalk earlier he decided to follow you, he was really curious if you cheated on him or if you were babysitting or in the best chance that baby in the baby stroller was his. He was the happiest when you told him she was his.
“Hello, what’s your name, cutie?”
“Ji…yoona. What is your name?” she asked him back.
You always wanted her to be polite to everyone ever since she was a baby.
“Aiiiigooo ~~ You are so cute~~ I’m Jiyong, but you should call me appa.”
They ended up playing together at the playground and you felt happy. You were happy. He was happier. She was the happiest.