at the start they barely understand each other

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Perspective | I wanted to understand why racists hated me. So I befriended Klansmen.
My collection of robes and hoods is still growing.

By Daryl Davis,  September 29 at 6:00 AM:  Daryl Davis, author of “Klan-Destine Relationships,” and subject of the documentary “Accidental Courtesy,” is an award-winning musician, actor, lecturer and race relations expert.    

“One night in 1983, I found myself playing in a country band at a truck stop lounge. I was the only black person in the joint. Taking a break after the first set of music, I was headed to sit at a table with my bandmates when a white gentleman approached from behind and put his arm around my shoulders. “I really enjoy y’all’s music,” he said. I shook his hand and thanked him. “This is the first time I ever heard a black man play piano like Jerry Lee Lewis,” he continued.

I told him that Lewis was a friend of mine and that he had learned his style from watching and listening to black blues and boogie-woogie pianists. My new fan didn’t buy it, but he did want to buy me a drink. While we sipped, he clinked my glass and said, “This is the first time I ever sat down and had a drink with a black man.”

Why? “I’m a member of the Ku Klux Klan,” he said. I burst out laughing. Then he handed me his KKK membership card, and I recognized the Klan’s symbols. In that moment, I was overcome by a question: How could anybody hate me when they didn’t even know me?

I was no stranger to racism. Having grown up a black person in the ’60s and ’70s, I knew that prejudice was common. But I had never understood why. Sitting in that lounge with my new friend, I decided to figure it out in the only way that made sense: By getting to know those who felt hostility toward black people without ever having known any.

Several years later, I recruited that man, whose name was Frank James, to put me in contact with the grand dragon of the Maryland Klan. He tried to deter me, warning that the leader would kill me. But eventually, after I promised not to reveal how I’d gotten the grand dragon’s contact information, James gave it to me.

By then I had decided to travel around the country and interview KKK leaders and members from various chapters and factions to get the answer to my question: How can you hate someone you’ve never met? I was planning to write a book detailing my interviews, experiences and encounters with these Ku Klux Klan members. (The book, “Klan-Destine Relationships,” was published in 1998.)

I had my white secretary, who typically booked my band and assisted me with my music business, set up a meeting with the Maryland grand dragon, explaining that her boss was writing a book on the Klan and would like his input. Per my instructions, she did not reveal the color of my skin.

The grand dragon agreed to participate, and we secured a room at a Frederck, Maryland motel, where my secretary filled an ice bucket with cans of soda so I could offer my guest a drink. Regardless of how and what he felt about me, if he entered my room after seeing the color of my skin, I was going to treat him with hospitality.

Punctual to the minute, there was a knock on the door. The grand nighthawk (the grand dragon’s bodyguard) entered first, and then the dragon himself. “Hello,” I began, “I’m Daryl Davis.” I offered my palm, and the dragon shook my hand as he and the nighthawk introduced themselves. The dragon sat in the chair I had set out, and the nighthawk stood at attention beside him.

We were both apprehensive of the other, and the interview started haltingly. We discussed what he had hoped to achieve by joining the Klan; what his thoughts were on blacks, Asians, Jews and Hispanics; and whether he thought it would ever be possible for different races to get along. A little while later, we heard an inexplicable crackling noise and we both tensed. The dragon and I stared each other in the eye, silently asking, “What did you just do?” The nighthawk reached for his gun. Nobody spoke. I barely breathed.

Seated atop the dresser, my secretary realized what had happened: The ice in the bucket had started to melt, causing the soda cans to shift. It happened again, and we all began laughing. From there, the interview went on without a hitch.

It was a perfect illustration that ignorance breeds fear and possibly violence. An unknown noise in an ice bucket could’ve led to gunfire, had we not taken a moment to understand what we were encountering.

Even though the grand dragon, who now prefers not to be named, had told me he knew that white people were superior to blacks, our dialogue continued over the years. He would visit me in my home, and I would eventually be a guest in his. We would share many meals together, even though he thought I was inferior. Within a couple of years, he rose to the rank of imperial wizard, the top national leadership position in the Klan.

Over the past 30 years, I have come to know hundreds of white supremacists, from KKK members, neo-Nazis and white nationalists to those who call themselves alt-right. Some were good people with wrong beliefs, and others were bad people hellbent on violence and the destruction of those who were non-Aryan.

There was Bob White, a grand dragon for Maryland who served four years in prison for conspiring to bomb a synagogue in Baltimore, where he had been a police officer. When he got out, he returned to the Klan and later went back to prison for three more years for assaulting two black men with a shotgun, evidently intent on murder. But after I reached out to him with a letter while he was in prison for the second time, Bob became a very good friend, renounced the Klan and attended my wedding.

Imperial Wizard Frank Ancona, who headed one of the largest Klan groups in the country, would also become a very close friend. When Frank was killed this year (his wife and stepson have been charged with his murder), one of his Klan members, knowing how close we had been, called me and told me before notifying the police. I accepted the Klan’s invitation to participate in his funeral service.

Three weeks after this summer’s violent clash in Charlottesville, I was invited by the leaders of the Tennessee and Kentucky chapters of Ancona’s branch of the Klan to speak at their national Konvocation. I accepted, spoke and took audience questions after the lecture. Whether or not anyone there immediately changed their minds, we talked as people — and we all benefitted from that.

I am not so naive as to think everyone will change. There are certainly those who will go to their graves as hateful, violent racists. I never set out certain that I would convert anyone. I just wanted to have a conversation and ask, “How can you hate me when you don’t even know me?” What I’ve learned is that whether or not I’ve changed minds, talking can still relieve tensions. I’ve seen firsthand that when two enemies are talking, they are not fighting. They may be yelling and beating their fists on the table, but at least they are talking. Violence happens only when talking has stopped.

And sometimes, people do change. One day in 1999, after having been in the Ku Klux Klan for about 20 years, the Klan leader from the motel interview, whom I watched go from grand dragon to imperial wizard, called me, said he was leaving the Klan and apologized for having been a member. He told me he could no longer hate people. I had not turned out to be what he had always thought of black people. He went on to become one of my best friends, and today I own his robe and hood — one set of many in my collection of garments donated to me by apostate Klansmen and Klanswomen,

which is always growing.”

There they go again

Humans as a whole have each of their own ways to communicate with either short bursts of activity or an unimaginable amount of time sending a message that resonates with another of their ilk.

I am Tznnek of Zenzubir under Sector 737-E and I have been tasked to gather as much data as possible about on Human Gestures in different countries.

I hope this will not prove as disastrous as my colleague sustaining injury from observing leap-beasts in Australia.

Observer’s Log – Earth Cycle #4

The younglings (called “teenagers”, see chapter 10.3 for clarification) perform hand gestures they call “fist bumps” as opposed to a nod or a handshake. Some adolescent males would also participate in leaping at each other (???) in mock-attack and bump their shoulders, chest, and abdomen against each other before baring white dentals in a form of a grin.

Perhaps it is a form of assurance in both of their so-called “masculinity”. Perhaps it is merely a source of fun like most humans said. Regardless, this is a good start. Maybe now I will understand exactly why other life forms fear, idolise and dote on these species.

anonymous asked:

Oh! If i can get kind of specific, and.. not andriel for once.. (clutches heart i love those boys though) would you be willing to do 34 with jerejean, as like, jeremy introducing jean to the rest of the team maybe?

34: “I’d like to apologize in advance for my crazy family”

He has these serious grey eyes, dull like pebbles blazed by heat. There’s the other stuff too, the broken hitch sideways of his nose, the spidering scars all over, like they’re coming straight from the hurt in his brain. 

Jeremy sees them and tucks his burning questions away for later. There are more important things to notice. Like how Jean has a very pretty mouth, an overfull upper lip that makes him look like he’s perpetually pouting. It matches the frown line that cuts his brow in two.

He’s seen Jean before, for minutes at most, passing ships at Exy banquets, one intense first meeting when Jean was hastily smuggled onto the USC lineup and Jeremy was asked to do some reconnaissance and a cursory meet and greet.

He’d gone to see Jean, carrying a USC sweater he’d stolen from the bin of spares at the court as a peace offering. Jeremy hadn’t been prepared for the single saddest looking person he had ever seen, stripped of the bravado he’d worn at Riko’s side, cut off from some sort of threat but clearly not from the fear. 

Jeremy had pressed the bundle of red and gold into Jean’s hands and Jean had suppressed a jump, worried his torn lip and accepted it gently, gently, as if Jeremy was handing him a bomb for disposal.

Jeremy was nervous, but he fought to scrape the waver from his voice. He’d ignored Jean’s fresh wounds, ignored the look on his face like he was going to get hit or lied to.

They’d spoken briefly about how they’d handle the media, about the superficial scheduling concerns but also the bone-deep concern for Jean’s life that hummed underneath, sickening and obvious. Jeremy was frighteningly aware of the game running adjacent to Exy, always, something deadly eating at their community. The way they were handling Jean’s transfer like it was an illegal exchange of goods, Neil and Kevin in the news with a new bandage every few months, Jean in front of him looking like someone’s make up practice for a horror movie. It was all unmistakable.

And those eyes. He’s worried they’re never going to have anything in them.

They’re on him now, unflinching, and Jean’s less of a twitchy raw wound then he had been that first time the two of them had spoken. Jeremy’s trying to keep his smile pinned up at both sides but he feels like one end keeps sagging. The airport is a streaky spill of reunions and rolled luggage and Jean hoists his single duffle bag and waits for Jeremy to move first.

“How was your flight?” Jeremy asks nervously, trying to steer them out towards the car without getting too close or asking too much.

“How are they usually?”

Jeremy shrugs, offset. “Uhh, I mean. Good or bad is usually the measure. No turbulence and free pudding versus babies and vomit.”

“I don’t like pudding,” Jean says, dead serious, and Jeremy smiles for real.

“Well I like babies, so. It was a flawed example.”

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With All My Heart - Part 2

Word Count: 2225

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Slight panic attack

A/N: Again, there will be no tags for this series other than my Jensen tags which are closed. All new fics and only new fics will be reblogged over on my writing blog @torn-and-frayed-writes for easier access. Please do not ask to be tagged. 

Thanks to @impalaimagining for beta-ing this for me super fast at 1:30am! 

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Running out on Jensen was one of the dumbest things you’d done in your life. You didn’t quite know why you did it and you’d spent almost every waking moment over the last week curled up on your couch trying to figure it out. He’d been nothing but kind to you, staying with you, driving you home, offering to get your car. You’d stared at his number in your phone a few times, debating whether or not you should call and apologize, but you’d chickened out every single time.

“Well, don’t you look like shit?” You drew your eyes up from your coffee cup and glared at Emma, your best friend who had agreed to meet you for coffee before your doctor’s appointment. You’d asked her to meet you at a smaller, hole in the wall coffee shop for fear of running into Jensen at Starbucks again, although you didn’t exactly tell her that.

“Fuck you too, Emz.” She laughed and sat down across from you, taking a sip of her coffee before looking you over one more time.

“You really do look like hell. Are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, kinda.” You shrugged. “I have that appointment in like an hour and then I guess I need to go beg Don for my job back.”

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Secretly Dating (Jeff Atkins)

Title: Secretly Dating

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: Yes. Hope you like it.

Word Count: 1013 words

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: Y/n is dating Jeff, but no one knows. Not even her brother Clay, or her best friend Tony. What is going to happen? Will they ever find out?

Author’s Note: Thank you for all the love you give me. CONTINUE REQUESTING. Request more Alex please. Love you

“I don’t think Clay gets mad. He’s my friend.” Jeff said kissing all over your neck.

“Yes, and he’s my brother. My twin brother. I never hide him anything and he’ll be mad at me because I lied.” I told him a little angry and pulled him away.

“Hey it’s okay. I just want to you to be fine.” He smiled but I looked at the window.

“It’s getting late. We should go home before my mom starts freaking out.”

He started driving and I turned the radio on. I couldn’t pay attention to anything on the radio, I just wanted to hear noise instead this uncomfortable silence between us. We went to some dates secretly and now he tried to get serious with me. He was friends with Clay which was great but Jeff couldn’t understand how suddenly I drift away from Clay. He stopped talking to me like my brother, now we barely see each other.

“Can I see you tomorrow after practice?” Jeff asked taking my attention to his words again.

“I’ll see Tony at Monet’s. I’m sorry.” I leaned in near his face and I kissed him slowly. Then I opened the car’s door and got out.

“I love you. Don’t forget it.” He shouted and I smiled.

I got in the house and found everyone having dinner. I left my backpack on the entrance and joined them.

“How was the project with Sheri?” Mom asked.

“She brought you? She’s a nice girl.” Dad agreed. “She’s your friend right, Clay?”

“Umm, yes. But she didn’t say anything about you Y/n.” Clay take a bite of his meet and then looked at me.

“It was a project that came on my last class. That’s why she didn’t tell you. But it was good.” I told him and continue to look at my food.

Then I ate my food and they continued talking about their plans for tomorrow. I had to talk with Tony and I had to tell Clay the truth. By now, probably Tony already heard rumors around after Courtney saw me sneaking with Jeff out of the library. Maybe Clay already knew it. Guilt was eating me, I need to tell the truth.

“Can I get to my room? I’m exhausted.” Mom held my hand a second and then she nodded. “Thanks”

I got in my room trying to find a way to tell Clay and Tony about it.


Tony saw me and followed me until my locker where I hugged him.

“Hey, where were you last night?” He expressed a little concerned.

“I had to do some homework with Sheri. But we're​ going later to Monet’s, right?” I asked changing the subject. He nodded.

“Of course. I have to go with Clay. See you later.” He said and he left me there. Then Sheri came to me.

“Gosh. Tell me everything.” She asked and then we walked together to class.

“Nothing happened. Jeff had to study and I helped him. That’s all. Also thanks for agreeing to be my cover-up. You helped a lot.”

“Of course, but tell later everything about Atkins, okay?” She asked and then she went to sit next to some of her friends.


By the second hour, I had forgotten my book and the teacher didn’t allow me get in class. So I went to the gym where I found Bryce talking with Justin.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Justin asked and they got closer to me.

“The teacher said I needed to bring my book to be in his class. That’s why I just went to walk around.” I explained and they smiled.

“You can borrow my book for the next hour. You have two today right?” Justin said and he gave me his book.

“I thought you’d be with Clay.” Bryce wondered and I looked at him confused.

“Why?”

“You didn’t hear it? He was about to have a fight with Jeff when Tony interrupted before a teacher did.”

“I should go with Clay. See you later guys. And thank you Justin for the book.” I rushed and ran to the parking lot to look for Tony.

Suddenly I saw him with Clay. He looked mad but I knew that I had to face this.

“Clay.” I rushed and I hugged him. He pulled me away and I knew something must be really wrong.

“When you were going to tell me that you were dating Jeff?” Clay yelled.

“Dude. Calm down.” Tony interrupted him.

“I promise I was going to tell you about it. But I had no idea how to do it. He-”

“He told me. And maybe I overreacted. But I’m angry because you don’t trust me anymore.” He murmured and I turned to see Tony.

“She loves you Clay. I bet she was just waiting a good moment. You haven’t had the best days lately. Also, he asked your permission to date her.” Tony agreed.

“Fine. I’m sorry Y/n.” Clay opened his arms and I hugged him.

“I love her. I promised I wouldn’t hurt her.” Jeff interrupted behind Tony.

“I know man. You helped me a lot, it’s fine.” Clay said and I smiled.

“They even look cute. I bet they’ll take the cutest couple title from Justin and Jessica soon.” Tony teased and I laughed.

“By the way, I have to go to class. See you later Clay.” I shouted and grabbed Jeff by the hand.

“Look.” Tony told Clay looking at us. “She’s happy, and you should be happy for them. He’s a good boy, and he won’t definitely hurt her.”

“I hope so. She’s my sister and his one of my best friends. I think I can handle this know. You knew it before Jeff told me after math?”

“I knew it because Bryce told me. But I just wanted you to be fine to know about it.”

“I guess I rather Jeff around my sister than Bryce or Justin.” Clay nodded to himself and then grabbed his backpack.

“I guess I agree with that too. Now let’s go to class.”

anonymous asked:

May I ask you something that's not so much in Mor's favor? Don't you think that she should have told Az that she doesn't want him that way? She didn't need t come out to him in order to do that. Another reason to add how this whole plot was done horribly. It made her seem.. Not a great friend. She also said that she likes things the way they are to Feyre, she doesn't want to change things, it's comfortable for her (Az, her, Cass thing). I just.. Wish that all of this is different completely.

Right *rubs temples* we have finally reached a point I have been struggling with with this whole Mor…fiasco which is the tension between my desire to drag sjm through the mud for the way this was written…but also my intense desire to protect Mor’s choices as a queer character having agency with her own identity. This ask is going to be dedicated entirely to the latter (okay maybe not ENTIRELY but when I’m talking about  how Mor acted I’m going to do it in such a way that’s just ‘I wish all of this hasn’t happened how it did but it has and I’m working with what I’ve got here’) Clunky disclaimer out the way, let’s pick this apart… 

Right, first off,I would like to point out that it’s canon that Mor did actually try to talk to Azriel about this after he found her in the Autumn Court. However he wasn’t really listening and was doing some babble-confessing of his own at the time and she panicked. She was seventeen years old and the boy who just saved her life, who she knew she couldn’t be with, tried to tell  her that he loved her and she had no idea what to do so she panicked. After that it’s not really surprising she struggled with trying to explain things to him. 

Then  I think it’s important to remember a lot of things about the dynamic between Mor, Cass, Rhys and Az early on in the series when she knew Az and might have told him. So she’s only known Cassian and Azriel for two weeks when the whole Incident happens. The situation Mor is in is a  hell of a lot more complicated than ‘I slept with this one dude and this other dude loves me but I’m queer I’m not sure how to tell him’ (which is complicated enough in itself) 

Mor owes her life to all three of them at this point. Azriel saved her from the Autumn Court. Cassian and Rhys got her out of the Court of Nightmares and then proceeded to keep her out. So not is she indebted to them for saving her she is also completely reliant on them for her freedom. At this point in the canon we’re dealing with an extremely vulnerable queer girl who has been brutalised beyond belief and has only just been able to get out of her abusive situation. If the relationship she has with Cass Az and Rhys deteriorates she has nowhere else to go but back to her emotionally abusive homophobic family. 

Factor into that that she’s recently had sex with Cassian, largely because of Az and his jealousy over the two of them, and then walked away from that and the fact that she knows Azriel is in love with her but that she can’t reciprocate…I’m not surprised she’s terrified of telling them the truth. She’s grown up being told people like her are selfish and awful and that they should be forced into marriage and breeding regardless of how they feel about it, she probably believes that’s how Az and Cassian definitely, since she’s only known them about 3 weeks, will react to her. And Rhys grew up with them, they’re his brothers, she’s probably petrified of telling them the truth about her and having them all reject and abandon her which leaves her with nowhere to go but back to her father. I don’t blame her for not telling them. 

Then the War happens and she’s away from them all for a while and falls in love with Andromache and she has to go through losing her (twice) completely alone because no-one knows and she can’t tell t hem. She says herself that there was no-one for a few decades and like..Those aren’t circumstances where I’d feel like adding a whole  heaping pile of angst on top when she still isn’t sure how the boys will react so she just bottles things up and hides them away again. 

And then…Things settle out a little bit. The dynamic between her and Cass and Az finds something like what we see now, the three of them all tied together and loving each other just in different ways. And then she has to start trying to accept herself (Andromache was her first female lover and after that fell apart Mor was alone for decades, it’s hard to talk to people about something you barely understand or accept yourself) 

She has to unlearn the vile homophobia that she grew up with, she has to coax herself into trying to be with a woman again after what happened before, she has to try and explore this part of herself without letting anyone know…That’s hard. And so she finds Velaris, she finds Rita’s and at last she has a little safe place, a place where she experiment and be herself and so she does.  But that’s a safe place, a place that’s just hers, a thing that’s just hers, that no-one has yet managed to take away from her or destroy, and she feels this desperate urge to keep it safe because it’s all that’s kept her from breaking at times, knowing that no-one has ever truly known her

All of this takes time. Mor is healing and I know she’s a strong, confident woman when we meet her in ACOMAF and she’s had while to process all of this but…Abuse and that sort of homophobia and the trauma she was subjected to on top of then losing the only person she’s ever truly loved…That takes a lot of healing, that takes a lot of time to slowly build up an identity and a self-worth and by the time that happens…She needs the people around her. She has a support system in place and she deeply loves all of them. 

If she suddenly reveals that she’s queer that’s going to mess up her relationship with everyone in the Circle (except, perhaps, Amren) But everything will change and she’s only just managed to find herself and a place where she belongs and she has NEVER had that before. Cassian and Azriel both had difficult childhoods but they also both had Rhys and Rhys’ mother. Mor has not had a single positive, mutual, respectful relationship before Rhys, Cassian, Azriel and Amren. That is so fucking important for her recovery and her stability and I cannot find it in myself to shame her or hate her for wanting to keep that whole. 

Not to mention the fact that she knows this will hurt Azriel. And she loves him. I don’t care what bullshit that coming out scene spouts about her not being able to love him ‘the way he deserves’ because of her sexuality (which I have issues with) because she loves this man in a very deep, unconditional way and this will hurt him and she can’t bear that. 

So there are a lot of pressures surrounding her keeping her sexuality hidden. She’s petrified of her family, of the homophobia she grew up surrounded by and she wants to keep this one tiny piece of herself hidden from them, so they never truly know her and therefore can’t own or break her. She’s petrified of losing the Circle, who she owes her life, freedom, power and stability to, they’re her support system and the only truly positive relationships she’s ever known. of course she’s terrified of losing that? And she’s scared of hurting Azriel and wrecking her relationship with someone that she truly and genuinely loves, even if she doesn’t want to be with him romantically. 

Also I think, when you mention that she didn’t have to come out to explain things to Azriel I think….In this case it’s complicated by them? She’s already walked away from him once while he was trying to tell her that he loved her…If she just goes to him and tells him that she can never ever be with him without the context of her sexuality…That’s going to ruin him? And she knows that. She knows how he sees himself and she’s probably terrified of offering up that rejection because the Circle is Az’s safe space and support network too and she loves him. She cannot just say ‘I don’t want you, I never will’ because then it will just…sound like he’s not good enough for her and he never will be? It’s going to sound like a ‘him’ problem than it just being the way that she is and she knows that would shatter him. (You can argue all you like that this is an Azriel problem and it’s not on her to fix or attend to his insecurities, and it’s not, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy for her to just shatter him like that? This is the reality of their situation) 

Also, on the subject of her not wanting to change it…I want to make it clear that I don’t think this is actively good for her. Like, I’m sorry, but if you think that Azriel, a straight man, is suffering more for Mor not feeling like she’s able to come out, feeling ‘petrified’ of facing him with this, than she is…I don’t know what to say to you. 

Being closeted is not fun. It’s not a little ‘straight passing’ card that you get to wave around so you can blend in with the normal people and not get noticed, it’s hard. It’s painful. It’s frightening. It’s constantly having to censor yourself whenever you’re talking to people, constantly worrying if they’ve figured it out even though you’re not ready, this constant paranoia and this guilt that builds up and the frustration and the hurt at not being able to be yourself. 

This situation is harming more exponentially more than it is Az and when she says that she doesn’t want it to change that’s not her being selfish. at all. 

(Especially when, as Mor told us herself in ACOMAF, she could peel her clothes off in front of Azriel and he wouldn’t move. He isn’t ready for this relationship anyway. He could have gone to her as well at any point in these 500 years and approached her about this and he hasn’t. Mor is not the only one maintaining this stasis between them and telling herself it’s ‘good enough’ this thing is mutual. 

Azriel isn’t technically losing out on anything by this because he hasn’t tried to make a move or talk to her about it and isn’t ready for the relationship himself? Maybe he could have moved on if she’d given him a concrete no but like…After five hundred years…He could have damn well just decided to move on for himself, like I’m sorry. A man should not need a flat out rejection from a woman (which, you could argue that he’d gotten when she walked away from him when he told her he loved her) to move on with his life, okay. 

He could have made that choice for himself she is not stopping him making that choice and she is not ‘stringing him along’ either, she isn’t hinting that oh maybe some day this might happen, not today but maybe tomorrow, she’s avoiding the subject and she has Cassian buffer them ffs to try and protect her from this. That’s not stringing him along, like, sorry) 

“Whenever Azriel makes his feelings clear, like he did with Eris … It’s stupid, I know. It’s so stupid and cruel that I do this, but … I slept with Helion just to remind Azriel … Gods, I can’t even say it. It sounds even worse saying it.”

“To remind him that you’re not interested.”

“I should tell him. I need to tell him. Mother above, after last night, I should. But …” She twisted her mass of golden hair over a shoulder. “It’s gone on for so long. So long. I’m petrified to face him—to tell him he’s spent five hundred years pining for someone and something that won’t ever exist. The potential fallout … I like things the way they are. Even if I can’t … can’t really be me, I … things are good enough.

Right, regardless of how you personally view Mor’s sexuality (bi/gay/queer/whatever you wish) the fact of the matter is that, in canon, Feyre states THREE TIMES that Mor did not enjoy sleeping with Helion and that she got no pleasure out of it. She’s described as ‘pale and vacant’ the next day and during the coming out scene Feyre actually thinks of her as looking ‘tortured’ okay, she is not enjoying this. The fact of the matter is, Mor is repeatedly having sex with men…For Az. To keep him at a distance. This is…Like I’m sorry but if you can’t see how fucked up that is (for HER) I don’t know what to say to you. She’s repeatedly putting herself in sexual situations she may or may not want that she does not seem to enjoy…For Azriel. 

She is suffering here, okay. She is closeted, that’s painful, that’s hard in itself but she also has this to deal with. Azriel’s affection has kept her closeted (in part) all these years and she is PETRIFIED of facing him with this?? How can this possibly be purely selfish on her part? How is she the only one getting flack for doing what she needs to do to keep herself safe

Especially when it’s hurting her like? ‘Good enough’ it’s just..It’s like Lucien’s situation in the Spring Court. That was ‘good enough’ for him, yes he was being abused  horrendously, no he didn’t have any real agency or power over himself or freedom or love or respect but it wasn’t the abusive shithole he was trapped in all those years so it was ‘good enough’. 

That’s what this good enough is, okay. She cannot be herself. She cannot openly love who she wants to. She has to suffer heartache and grief alone and isolated because she can’t tell anyone how she feels. She is ‘petrified’ of facing Azriel. She is closeted and that hurts. She is also GUILTY AS FUCK. She’s doing all of this, hiding herself, hurting herself, sleeping with people she doesn’t get any pleasure out of, and has been doing this for five  hundred years and she still feels horrifically guilty about this. She’s said in that coming out scene too that she wants to be able to love Azriel the way he deserves but she can’t. She’s tried to change herself and has hidden herself and hurt herself all for this relationship that she doesn’t want, that makes her uncomfortable? 

She likes things the way that they are  because these are the first people who accepted even a part of her. They love her and they respect her and they treat her with dignity and gave her basic fucking needs from a relationship and that is ‘good enough’ for her. Because she grew up with emotionally and physically abusive homophobic parents who accepted no part of her, who treated her like an animal, or worse, and then she found this…She found this love and respect and of course she doesn’t want to change it. Of course she doesn’t want to lose it. Of course she’s terrified of telling them and seeing that same hatred that lived in her parents’ eyes. Even if she knows it’s irrational that doesn’t matter. She’s a terrified queer abuse victim and she is suffering, she cannot be herself, but that’s good enough because what choice does she have, really? 

Mor is a closeted, scared, vulnerable, abuse survivor who is petrified of losing the only safe space that she’s ever had just because of who she is. She is suffering 100 times more from this situation than Azriel or anyone else in the Circle. I will not sit here and call a queer character selfish or a bad friend or any of it for doing what she feels she has to to protect herself. Especially not when most of the things that she’s doing are more damaging for her than they are for anyone else. I love Azriel, I relate to his character a lot, but I’m not going to sit here and prop up this ‘oh no poor boy’ while Mor gets thrown under the bus because she is afraid. 

Her identity is her own and this choice, revealing this part of herself to who she chooses, is one of the only pieces of ultimate agency that she has ever had. I won’t say she was wrong to keep it hidden, keep it safe, if that made her feel okay. Mor’s situation is not ‘good enough’, Mor’s situation is deplorable and painful and I refuse to call her selfish for maintaining something like this because she is absolutely terrified of the alternative. 

Queer people have the right to be in the closet for as long as they need to be in order to feel safe. It is not for anyone else (especially not straight characters a la Feyre) to tell them when they should come out. They are not ‘liars’ for being closeted. They should not feel guilty for being closeted and keeping themselves safe. That’s a disgusting way of looking at things and it’s an incredibly damaging mentality to have. 

‘Out and proud’ is great, okay, but it’s not possible for everyone. A queer person’s safety comes first and if they feel that they need to keep their sexuality hidden in order to do so that is their choice. And it is not up to anyone, especially those who have no way of understanding what this feels like, to judge them or shame them or guilt-trip for that. It’s not selfish to want to protect yourself and not risk ruining the relationships you have with those around you for the sake of telling them something they do not have a right to know unless you choose it. 

In the end I will chose validating and defending a queer person’s decision to keep their identity hidden for their own personal reasons and safety over the feelings of anyone who feels like they might have been entitled to know this every. Single. Fucking. Time. 

She Hates Me

A/N: Is this terrible? Idk maybe, really it’s up to you to decide, but I do think the idea is good. Cole said that they were probably going to play the Ethel x Jughead angle on Riverdale in an interview and the idea of a Jealous!Ethel kinda inspired this thing + I’m playing off on the shadiness seen in 1x03 
Feedback is always greatly appreciated! 
p.s.- I apologize if there are any mistakes. 

Pairing: Jughead x Fem!Reader x Ethel

About: Ethel targets reader’s anxiety when she feels like the reader’s relationship with Jughead is much more than friends, and maybe she’s right causes the reader to avoid Jughead

Warnings: I think there’s a swear in there somewhere and the beginning might be a bit triggering as it’s Ethel being a meanie + mention of anxiety

Words: 2,500, give or take a few

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           You’re too much of a nervous mess to make sense in any sort of conversation, aren’t you? No wonder he never talks to you, he probably just lets you hang out with him out of pity. Your anxiety is a damper to be around so how about you just leave Jughead alone. He doesn’t need you in his life and he sure as hell doesn’t want you in it either, so maybe it’s time for you to finally get the memo.

           Ethel’s words echoed in your head as you walked home with takeout from Pop’s, a place you had loved to take refuge in, now an environment full of negative emotions– too much of them to bare all at once. Jughead and you had been close friends since middle school because of the sitting arrangement in your English class at the time. You didn’t think anything had changed between the both of you, well not until Ethel crashed joined your quiet nights at Pop’s with Jughead.

           She’d constantly make conversation with Jughead, and crack jokes that made him laugh chuckle. You were happy there was a girl interested in him, except that she was a total bitch to you. Scratch that, Ethel didn’t even acknowledge your presence or the comfortable silence that there was between you and your best friend before she got there. Jughead either didn’t notice or didn’t care and would just continue to type away on his laptop while listening to Ethel talk.

           Then the incident between you and Ethel happened whilst Jughead was in the restroom. This was the first time you and Ethel were left alone with each other. You wanted to start a conversation with the girl who showed such fondness towards Jughead, but found it hard to start a conversation with Ethel as she glared at you. You had already felt incredibly uncomfortable and felt close to tears seeing Jughead not need you as company anymore, but when she let those harsh words out you left immediately. You didn’t understand why she had it out for you, but she definitely seemed to embody the voice in your head. You could barely walk as you were struggling to breathe, so thank God Archie had found you on his way to Pop’s.


           It had been five days since you and Jughead had spoken. You had tried to distance yourself from him and Jughead had noticed your efforts. He tried to talk to Archie about it, but he said that he promised you not to meddle. Archie didn’t agree with what you wanted, but he also didn’t want to see you in that state of distress again. Jughead wasn’t sure what he did wrong as he hadn’t noticed anything off the last time you guys hung out. You had left early because of some family issues, but family issues always seemed to arise more often nowadays. 

          Ethel seemed to appreciate the time alone with him, but Jughead felt uncomfortable being there with her by himself. Not to say that Ethel wasn’t great company, which she was, but she kept on interrupting his thoughts every time she spoke. Jughead rarely heard you speak when the both of you were at Pop’s, but he liked the way your voice was smooth every time you ordered despite knowing that you felt terrified that you were going to say it wrong.

          Jughead somehow managed to make eye contact with you despite being in the middle of a crowd, but you quickly looked away. You didn’t want to face Ethel or Jughead, but having a class with both of them and Riverdale being such a small town made the endeavor extremely difficult. You had a feeling Jughead knew what you were doing and was just letting you be, but you secretly hoped that he’d get fed up with your antics.

           “Y/N!” you heard Veronica call after you, so you turned around and waited for her. “It’s been a while girl, what’s been up?” Veronica said as she linked her arm with yours. Veronica was very kind to you and you appreciated the kindness she showed not only to you, but to all her fellow girls (unless they somehow managed to not deserve it).

          “Nothing really, just that meandJuggiearen’tfriendsanymore,” you say quickly.

          “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I caught any of that,” Veronica let out a small laugh and pulled you aside from the crowds of students walking in the halls.

          “I said that Jughead and I aren’t friends anymore,” you took a deep breath while Veronica looked more confused than ever.

          “You and Juggie were so close, though. Kev and I were even hoping the both of you would end up together,” Veronica admitted. After the whole Ethel ordeal, you had started questioning your feelings toward Jughead, sure, but you had only confused yourself further.

          “Well it doesn’t matter, Ethel brought some interesting points up last time I hung out with Jug,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. Jughead saw you again, this time speaking to Veronica, and had decided to talk to you to figure out how to salvage the friendship between the both of you. Of course, neither you nor Ronnie noticed the boy walk towards the both of you.

          “Really? What exactly were they?” it was Veronica’s turn to cross her arms across her chest. Her eyes were narrowed as if she knew that you weren’t about to say anything good. She was right, of course, but that didn’t make it any easier. “Wait if you and Jughead were hanging out, I definitely hope you would call it a date, but why the hell was Ethel there?” her face was scrunched up in disbelief. Veronica once thought of Ethel as brave, and she was, but now she was beginning to wonder how much shadier that girl is. Jughead was at earshot at this point and started to piece things together in his head, stopping in his tracks.

          “It wasn’t a date Ronnie, you talk in those. Jughead and I hardly speak when we’re at Pop’s. As for why Ethel was there, she just sort of self-invited herself I guess. She asked me what I was doing one day and then she had just decided to tag along. And then she started to tag along for all of the times Juggie and I were at Pop’s,” you shrugged, your arms no longer crossed. You hadn’t noticed how much it bothered you until you said those words aloud. “Anyways, she just told me that Jughead probably only hung out with me out of pity, why else wouldn’t he speak to me when I’m obviously sitting across from him?” Veronica noticed you biting your lip from saying anything else.

          “Is that all she said Y/N?” Veronica asked, and you shook your head looking down at your shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world now. “Tell me what she said right now or I’ll get her to tell me herself,” Veronica’s tone was deadly, so you sniffled and mustered up all the courage you had to tell her.

          “She said that Juggie doesn’t need me in his life and that he doesn’t want me in it either,” Veronica’s face softened at your words. You had started crying so Veronica hugged you. “She was so mean Veronica, I mean who says these kinds of things to someone?” you pulled away from her embrace, cleaning up your face and wiping the tears away. You knew that you had told yourself those things, but it was easier to brush off when you could blame it on your anxiety. You definitely knew you looked like a complete and total mess because of that brief crying session. “I don’t even like Jughead in that way, I think. I’m just so confused and I don’t know how I feel and I just- it’s been five days and I miss him, Ronnie. Why do I miss him so much?”  

          “Because you care about him, and I sure as hell know that he cares about you, okay?” Veronica says reassuringly. “I think the best thing for the both of you right now is to talk to each other.” Archie had said the same thing, but you made him swear that he wouldn’t tell Jughead a thing. 

          “I doubt he’d want to speak to me, I’ve been ignoring him all week,” you let out a humorless laugh. Your face was blotchy, but you were no longer crying just sniffling from time to time. You felt the anxiety building up in the pit of your stomach just thinking about it.

          “I’d like to disagree,” Jughead said from behind you, making you tense up. “How about we ditch and go to Pop’s to discuss this Y/N, think of it as a way to repay me for the avoidance.”  

          “Go,” Veronica insisted as the bell rang. You nodded and sent her a small forced smile before turning to face Jughead.

          “Lead the way,” you mumble, keeping your head down.


           Sitting in a booth at Pop’s next to Jughead made you feel sick. You wanted to curl up in a ball and cry while hoping the earth would swallow you up whole.

          “Earth to Y/N,” Jughead snapped you out of your thoughts. Your eyes felt droopy so you didn’t bother to turn and look him in the eyes, not like you would have been able to anyways. You hummed to let Jughead know you were listening. “So now you’re spacing out on me?”

          “Sorry,” you mumbled an apology. You had to try to stop distancing yourself from the feelings this place brought or else no progress would be made. Your therapist had told you that before, and now you were finally taking her advice.

          “Why didn’t you tell me?” Jughead asked, wanting the answers he should have asked for from the very beginning.

          “Tell you what exactly,” you weren’t about to start talking about the wrong thing, especially considering the fact that it wouldn’t have been the first time you did that.

          “About Ethel. Why didn’t you tell me she basically targeted your anxiety?” it was hard for Jughead to get through asking the question.

          “I didn’t want you to confirm what she had said,” you said quietly, shifting in the booth.

          “You actually believed her?”

          “I didn’t want to, but then I started analyzing everything and I noticed how our dynamic had changed from talking at all times to now hardly even saying any words when we’re near each other–”

          “That’s because we can literally make eye contact and have a full conversation Y/N… I don’t hang out…,” Jughead trailed off again, the words he was about to say felt as if they were burning his throat. He sighed, “Y/N I enjoy your company, just sitting across or next to you is good enough for me. I don’t need to have full conversations with you because you know me well enough to know that whenever I start whining like a baby when you get up it’s because I want you to grab me more food, or that when my hands are carefully tapping at the keyboard of my laptop it’s because I don’t know how to continue. You start talking about your day in hopes that I’ll figure out what to write and if I still haven’t started typing anything you start listing words alphabetically, which actually does help.

          “I’m the only one who knows that you only get the crease in between your brows when you’re trying to remember something you forgot and that when you start to fidget with your hands it’s because something is bothering you and making you feel uneasy. Y/N, I never want you to feel uneasy when you’re around me,” Jughead grabbed your hands. You hadn’t noticed you were fidgeting with them, you also hadn’t noticed that you were barely breathing.

          “Juggie I don’t know how I feel about y-you being this close to me,” you had said, barely above a whisper. You didn’t know what compelled you to tell him this information, but you felt the need to acknowledge it.

          “You think I do? I’m not even sure why I’m still holding your hands,” he said, his voice sounding deeper as he spoke at the same volume you did. He didn’t let go of your hands and instead, you quirked your eyebrow at him. He smirked, knowing that you were recalling the last time you held hands with each other. You gave him a small smile and noticed his eyes flickered towards your lips. You felt the need to do the same, and you remembered a time when you wondered what kissing was like.

          “Remember that time you let me kiss you?”

          “I remember the kiss, I don’t recall letting you,” you laughed at his reply, your forehead resting on his chest and your hands still intertwined.

          You were both no older than 13 as you walked next to each other on your way home. The friendship between the both of you had barely reached its first year of existence, while your anxiety was hardly existent. When you finally filled in the silence with a question, it was definitely not one Jughead saw coming.

          “Have you ever kissed anyone?” Jughead had scoffed, but you were genuinely interested.

          “Oh you’re being serious,” he said, as if he was surprised when you were indeed inclined to know.

          “’Course I’m being serious Jug.”

          “No Y/N, I have not kissed anyone. Have you?”

          “Nah, but I wonder what it’s like.”

          “It’s like exchanging saliva,” you gave Jughead a shove as the both of you laughed lightly. You guys neared your house and you were bummed you had to leave Jughead’s side.

          “Thanks for walkin’ me home Jug.”

          “It’s not a problem, you should know that by now. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

          You smiled and he seemed satisfied with that response when you planted a kiss on his lips. He was so surprised he didn’t even get to kiss you back, but you were happy with what you had gotten.

          “Not like exchanging saliva at all,” you grinned at him and skipped your way to the door. “Bye Juggie, I’ll see you tomorrow!” and with that you went inside.

          “When did everything get so complicated?” you ask, looking up at the boy. Your anxiety levels grew exponentially a month after that because the arguments between your parents grew just as much.

          “When we started to experience different types of feelings at the same time probably,” you hummed in agreement and a quiet fell over the both of you. You sat up straight in your seat, making eye contact with Jughead, but neither of you could explain why there was a feeling of panic being shared between the both of you. Maybe it was just nervous jitters that you were both feeling, but it felt a bit too suffocating to just be that. The both of you seemed to make a subconscious effort to lean in, but separated from each other, hands no longer being held either.

          “We should figure out how we feel about each other first?” you say but it comes out as a question instead of a statement.

          “Yeah,” Jughead said quickly, which made you laugh. “I mean, yes. We should definitely get our feelings straight before moving ahead.”

          And with that, you guys shook on it.

PotC: Dead Man’s Chest  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Hide the rum.”
  • “You smell funny.”
  • “Do you fear death?”
  • “Never mind! Let’s go!”
  • “Dirt. This is a jar of dirt.”
  • “You know you can’t read.”
  • “You want me to find this?”
  • “Enough! This is madness!”
  • “Why is the rum always gone?”
  • “I’m here to find the man I love.”
  • “If you don’t want it, give it back.”
  • “I’m listening. I’m listening intently.”
  • “Now you’re not making any sense at all.”
  • “How much do you know about Davy Jones?”
  • “Come to join my crew, lad? Welcome aboard!”
  • “You look bloody awful, what are you doing here?”
  • “Come to negotiate, eh? Have you, you slimy git?”
  • “You hired me. I can’t help it if your standards are lax.”
  • “Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?”
  • “Do excuse me while I kill the man who ruined my life.”
  • “I’m deeply flattered, but my first and only love is the sea.”
  • “I got a jar of dirt, I got a jar of dirt, and guess what’s inside it!”
  • “I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.”
  • “There will come a time when you have a chance to do the right thing.”
  • “No! This is barbaric! This is no way for grown men to settle… oh, fine!”
  • “No doubt you’ve discovered that loyalty is no longer the currency of the realm.”
  • “I expect, then, that we can come to some sort of understanding. I’m here to negotiate.”
  • “My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are troubled.”
  • “Let’s just haul out our swords and start banging away at each other! That will solve everything!”
  • “Do you fear… death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare, all your sins punished?”
Truth

request:  Omg I need a part 3 of Lie 😍😍 i’m really loving it, and your writing is amazing!! 💕💕💕

hello loves! this is the final part of ‘Lie’! i’ll do two more requests then i will post the final part to ‘Sorry’! keep sending in requests! hope you enjoy!


Harry was not raised to treat women as if they were dirt. He was raised in a female dominant household, meaning that the tow ladies always made sure that he was respectful, encouraging, and made sure he didn’t see himself as superior. And he never was, no matter how the media portrayed him. He was always respectful of the female gender, which is why everyone wanted to work with him, along with his talents. No one would have thought that he was capable of treating someone as bad as he treated Y/N. Harry didn’t even know he was capable of treating someone that badly.

He didn’t know why he did it, there was no logic to it. He could try and say it was because he liked her, but that didn’t make much sense either. You weren’t supposed to treat someone you cared about like they were the scum on the bottom of your shoes. You were supposed to try and win them over, with quick antidotes or flirty winks, not with the rolling of the eyes or quip remarks. He wanted to desperately know what made him want to do that, even though he had a slight inkling of why, but his reasoning still sounded ridiculous. 

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ok, so i get it that tp zelink is the most Extra™ of all zelinks (ymmv i guess) in that link and zelda barely even share a screen for more than five seconds BUT CONSIDER

  • post-game zelink which starts as a two people helping each other cope through what has to be a hella traumatic experience because there’s no one else who actually understands the full extent of the twilight invasion and the toll it took on the two of them
  • post-game zelink exchanging what is at first a couple of hesitant letters because they need to talk about their experiences
  • link and zelda comforting each other over missing midna and talking about how amazing and pretty she is
  • link and zelda learning that against all odds the queen of hyrule and a goatherder have more in common than their struggle
  • that they share of love of heroic adventure novels full of daring and wonder and courtly love
  • zelda sending link books she thinks he’ll like
  • link sending zelda sketches of ordon life
  • link and zelda being nerds about horses
  • link and zelda realizing the first person they want to share anecdotes and happenstances with is each other
  • post-game zelink going on rides together whenever zelda can slip away from queenly duties
  • link and zelda always walking Too Close to each other so that their fingers always brush, but they don’t hold hands because there’s a LINE and they can’t figure out how to cross it but they are butts in love anyway
  • slowburn friends to lovers post-game tp zelink
  • post-game tp zelink y’all
dating nct jaehyun!!!1!1!

• you guys are super cute
• jaehyun always smiles when he’s w you, not just any smile but he whole, cresent eyes, and the cute, well defined dimples
• he really likes being lowkey w you like
• “hey…,,,, wear a black and white striped shirt tomorrow” “,,,,,ok???”
• the next day
• “omGYALLMATCHING!!!!”
• “oh,,, my,,,, i- we didn’t even realize!!!! haaaa, we’re so perfect for each other”
• he’s awkward in a really non awkward, cute way
• it’s confusing
• it’s like he’s your best friend that happen to be dating and kissing on basis and hugging
• he doesn’t do cheesy things like put your name in his IG bio or anything, but he does make you his profile picture on his social media sites
• there’s some weird shit going on in his lil perv brain
• omg ok when nct u debuted you were like “hoLY- shiT. bABY DO U LOOK GOOD OR DO U LOOK GOOD”
• “i think i look weiRD. LOOK AT MY WEIRD RAMEN LOOKING HAIR”
• he’s super tall so you kinda, cling to him but he doesn’t care he likes it
• k he loves kissing you sm sm sm sm
• he kisses the top of your head a lot tho
• ok first kiss time w jaehyun!!!!
• ok so what happened was you were just chilling on the nct boys’ dorm couch
• and the sm BABy rookiES. were like “noONA. LET’S WATCH A MOVIE” and you were like “daMNBOYS. OK”
• jaemin, the princess himself, chose sleeping beauty.
• and at that very moment jaehyun came in the living room and was like “lol what are u guys doing w my girlfriend” and just plopped down in between you and jaemin and jaemin was like “hyuNG. wyD.”
• so it went like, donghyuk, jeno, jaemin, jaehyun, you and jisung.
• the first 4 boys were like, so INDULGED IN THE MOVIE, BUT you and jisung were like “lol lol lol we saw this like 40 times together already let’s just goof off” and you just kept squishing his cheeks being like “ugh jisung u’re like 3 what are u doing in an entertainment company i should be baby sitting you and be feeding u mushed up bananas”
• and jaehyun looked over at you and you whispered to jaehyun while squishing jisung’s cheeks and you were like “omg look at this literal baby jae”
• and jaehyun smiled bc goodness you’d be the most embarrassing mother to you and jaehyun’s children
• and then jisung fell asleep and you got bored and fell asleep with him while leaning on jaehyun’s shoulder
• AND SUPER CLICHÉ, BUT THE PRINCE GOT INTO THE CASTLE AND WAS ABOUT TO KISS THE PRINCESS AND BEING THE ROMANTIC BABY HE IS, HE TURNED HIS HEAD AND GENTLY KISSED YOU, VERY LIGHTLY, AND THEN TURNED HIS HEAD BACK TOWARDS THE MOVIE
• THEN YOU WOKE UP
• “WHAT HAPPENED” and you screamed
• AND EVERYONE FREAKED OUT AND JISUNG WOKE UP AND HE JUST YELLED “WHAT HAPPENED I’M SO SORRY”
• and the 2000 boys were like “HYUNG WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER” and he was like “whAT- WHY DO YOU ALL BLAME ME I DIDNT DO ANYTHING”
• “WHAT. HYUNG APOLOGIZE”
• “NO I DONT THINK HE DID WHAT I THINK HE DID AND I’M SO CONFUSED I’M SORRY GUYS”
• and so you just hugged jisung and told him to go back to sleep but he was all shaken up
• and jaehyun just “oK. LET ME. JUST. GO TO MY ROOM.”
• but then 2 minutes later he motioned w his hand for you to come into the room
• and all the babies got up and started following you to his room and jaehyun was like “why- NOT ALL OF YOU. JUST HER. YOU GUYS-”
• a unison of “ooohhhhhhhh” from all the boys who go back to the couch
• and you got into the room and he closed the door and you were thinking “crap”
• but he very awkwardly was like “uh so… uh”
• “SORRY I HAD A DREAM AND-”
• “a dream??? uh well, did you, enjoy it?”
• “what?”
• “um” and he kinda, walked closer towards you and you just stayed there and he got crazy close to you and he put one of his hands on your cheek and another one on your hip and put his lips on yours and you hesitantly kissed back and put your arms around his neck and sjdjrjejf
• then he gently took his lips off of yours and smiled and he just kinda laughed and it was so cute honestly
• and you coughed and was like “um, uh, we should, take the boys, out of ice cream or something they…they wanted ice cream”
• and he put his arm around your shoulders and was like “alright”
• and Y'ALL OPENED THE DOOR AND THE FOUR BABY ROOKIES FELL FACE FIRST ON THE FLOOR
• and fast thinker jaemin was like “hA. LOL. STUPiD US. JENO YOUR CONTACTS AREN’T HERE”
• “me-? oh- Oh YEAH MY CONTACT-”
• “jeno, you don’t wear contacts.”
• “I JUST STARTED WEARING THEM, A FEW DAYS AGO AND I DIDNT TELL YOU GUYS BECAUSE-”
• “you guys still gonna buy us ice cream or” cause all donghyuk wanted was some ice cream
• y'all did end up getting ice cream tho bc you love jisung sm, he’s you and jaehyun’s baby and he wanted ice cream
• it was a fun day
• ok when firetruck came out you went nuts
• “you CAN RAP? HOW COME YOU NEVER TO L D M E”
• ok you once found an old predebut video of him having a full on conversation by himself in english in his english class and you sent it to him
• he didn’t reply for like, 12 hours
• he cooks for you and you guys cook together sometimes it’s great
• you wear his sweaters sometimes and it’s so cute he loves it you look so tiny
• jaehyun made you cry once
• LOL JK THIS BOY TREASURES YOU TOO MUCH AND KNOWS WAY TOO MUCH ABOUT YOU TO HURT YOU IN ANYWAY, HE’S ALWAYS CAUTIOUS AND CARES ABOUT YOU
• you guys were best friends first before you guys started dating
• he’s so modest it makes you ejdjfjfk
• ok jaehyun, not to be weird, but he gets boners a lot
• you pretend not to notice sometimes bc “jaehyun come on this happened on stage too you gotta chill man i know you’re growing up and you cant help it and all but-”
• but sometimes you just laugh and give him a small kiss on the cheek and continue doing what you were doing or something bc yoU GUYS AREN’T GONNA DO IT EVERYTIME HIS FRIEND ACTS UP DOWN THERE
• ok but he gets needy he just, hugs you a lot and back hugs you when he NORMALLY REALLY DOESNT, and he kisses you and whispers in your ear and, hM. IT’S TEMPTING BUT YOU’RE A STIFF STONE YOU’RE “you’re cute”
• you guys watch nct life together
• when he sleeps over/when you sleep over it’s so fun you always ask him to sing you to sleep and he does sing and skdkf
• but honestly most of the time y'all are gummy bears, potato chips, video games, dance breaks, and candy till 4am
• lol ok he looks at you, the same way he looks at honey butter chips and oh my goodness it’s the cutest thing
• johnny always messes w jae like “yoUR BAE OR HONEY BUTTER CHIPS JAEHYUN. ANSWER ME. 3, 2, 1. OHHHHH”
• ok jaehyuns lock screen is a picture of you and him together, smiling and laughing at your favorite coffee shop that yuta took when he was with hansol.
• ok so yuta and hansol were stalking you, but the way they put it was “we were not stalking you we were following you to make sure that you were being nice kids and just going on clean, 18 and under age dates.” and while they were behind the bushes, they saw you and him laughing at something and you two looked so cute that yuta snapped a pic and sent it to jaehyun and hansol was like “…wait. YUTA-” and then at that very moment jaehyun and your heads turned and you two made eye contact w hansol and yuta who was awkwardly standing behind the bushes of the coffee shop.
• it was a weird day
• jaehyun’s home screen is a picture of you sleeping, your hair in your face, your mouth kind of open, your cheek squished up from the pillow under your cheek and you hate it but he thinks it’s the cut e s t thing e v e r. it’s his favorite picture of you.
• he loves feeding you and being fed like he’s kinda shy about it but he loVES. IT.
• jaehyun doesn’t really get jealous, i mean, he does like any other guy, but he prefers to talk it out with you and ask you directly rather than keeping his emotions and questions to himself and hurting both himself and you and the relationship.
• he pretends you’re his giant teddy bear
• he likes it when you sit on his lap
• he does aegyo when you’re sad or when he wants something and you’re like “uGHWHAT”
• he loves spooning well, not spooning but, he just likes holding on to you while you’re both laying down
• he loves it when you touch his hair and play with it
• he catches all the bugs and when you’re scared he’s like “iTSOK I GOT YOU”
• when you’re cold, he doesn’t hesitate to take his jacket off and give it to you
• or when you’re like “oh no you’re gonna be cold ill be fine” he just let’s you sit in between his legs and he just drapes around you like a giant blanket
• ok your selfies are so cute it could be super casual where to u’re wearing normal clothes and just smiling or you guys could be wearing weird clothes that look like you’re about to go on stage to perform for lady gaga, sticking your tongues out, they’re all cute, super cute
• you guys say “i love you” when you’re in the mood for it meaning like, you guys would be watching TV then it’d get boring and you guys would just be smiling and really quiet and then he’d say “i love you” really quietly and pat your head.
• he talks in 3 different languages
• “PLEASE TALK IN ONE LANGUAGE JAEHYUN”
• now he’s learning chinese from winwin and kun and his chinese classes so, 4 LANGUAGES. Y A Y.
• you saw jaehyun in a suit, once.
• once was enough.
• “I LIVED IN AMERICA FOR 4 YEARS, THAT’S WHY I’M HERE MAN.”
• “stoooooooop”
• you guys never stop smiling around each other
• you guys, barely fight/argue
• he once took advice from johnny and, “went for it” aka took your head band to wash his face without getting his bags wet.
• “she won’t notice” he said. “she won’t laugh” he said. “SHE WON’T TAKE PICTURES OF YOU AND KEEP THEM FOREVER.” HE SAID

• he lied. johnny lied. and johnny’s the one that told you about the head band thing, allowing you to get the picture in the first place.

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW HARD THIS WAS I HAD TO START THIS OVER AGAIN LIKE, 6 TIMES WHEN I WAS ¾ DONE BC I KEPT CLICKING THE BACK BUTTON AND SJDJJFKG i feel like this one isn’t as good as the other ones bc i restarted it so many times omg but yES. bias wrecker af jaehyun yes thank u for existing u wonderful human being//giraffe.

For “humans are strange”.


As I already said, every ship has at least a human in the crew. 

At least.

They’re useful in more then a way and the fact that they are so friendly makes almost necessary to have a couple of them - to keep each other company, no?

The first time the Captain brings another one on the ship, human Steve is so, so happy! He hugs the new crew member, an engineer named Lydia. They immediately start talking and they can’t stop smiling (that awkward thing they do, baring their teeth). 

The third human the Captain hires looks just like the others - two eyes, two legs, two arms and so on…

It’s looks kind, too. He brings gifts for everyone.

It’s just… Something is off. Human Lydia doesn’t like him.

The Captain doesn’t understand. He asks human Steve about it.

Human Steve looks a little bit sad. 

“It’s nothing, you know. It’s just…”

“What?”

“It’s nothing, Captain, sir, really.”

“I demand to know! Is it something that has to do with the crew?!”

“No, sir,” human Steve shrugs. “It’s, you know… Lydia is American.”

“…”

“From USA, you know. A Country, a… Part of Earth. You know, I’m from England. She’s from US. That’s why she doesn’t like Antoine.”

“Why? Where’s human Antoine from?”

Human Steve lowers his eyes. “Canada.”

star blossom - lai guanlin

LAI GUANLIN SCENARIO

▹ word count: 1523 words
▹ summary: lai guanlin, your biggest fan, just landed an internship at your entertainment company, and you hate to admit it, but he’s kind of cute… filling this request for (reverse) idol!guanlin.

  • this is sort of based off of the sm station song but not really
  • okay so in this au, you are the idol and guanlin is your fan!!!
  • you’re a member of a well known girl group
  • and you are managed by sm entertainment
  • which… well, you know how it goes

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BTS reaction to there s/o flinching during an argument

Hey there!~ Thanks for requesting vuv 
I kept it gender neutral just for the sake of everyone but i hope you enjoy~~
This was really heart breaking/hard to write tbh ;u; but a lovely in end hhh i tried my best <3 
- Adminnie

Kim Namjoon/Rapmonster
You rarely ever argued with one another, but when you did… Boy did it get bad. You and Joon had been in a shouting match for what felt like hours over something you couldnt even remember at this point- 
Everything you said was making him angry and everything he said in response was simply infuriating, it brought you to the point where you finally yelled a threat to break it off when he stepped closer to you grabbing your shoulder-
Your eyes squeezed shut and you jerked back slightly in response, catching him a bit off guard..

“Y/N-ah I-I Im sorry did i hurt you?”
“No Joon… Just- its nothing”
“You can tell me, im really sorry….”
“Just my past experiences and arguments weren’t the best in the end..”
You stepped back from him, this impulsively made him hug you tightly, stroking your hair….

“I get it youre sorry and i forgive- But dont think you are off the hook mister”
“yeah yeah”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Kim Seokjin/Jin
Like Namjoon you and Seokjin barely fought, you were both grown enough to have the sense to understand each other. And when it came to you two bickering it was more like an old married couple arguing than a shouting match.
It started when he came home late from the studio, he was sweaty and taired, you noticed he seemed to be a bit upset so you confronted him a bout it. He immediately denied being tired or angry, telling you not to worry or stress- The same old same old, you were tired of him telling you not to worry,

“Jin how am i supposed to not worry, you come home, sleep, go back to work- dont you think you are working a bit too hard?”
He raised his voice in protest, turning swiftly to you.

You wrenched your eyes shut, hands coming up to protect your face-
This sparked confusion in his eyes, “What are you doing?” He would question, walking closer to you, moving your hands.. You would explain to him about your past relationship ad he would feel a bit guilty in the end, proposing he takes the day of tomorrow and you both relax sex it up 

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Min Yoongi/Suga
When you and Yoongs argue, he says few words. He lets you yell out your feelings before saying his peace, trying to keep things as neutral as possible, knowing he has a temper and he needs to control it. In this particular time you had been feeling a bit neglected. Shouting at him about putting his career before your life together-
“At this point its me or the music”

When he looked at you with a certain gaze and pulled you into a hug, your body tensed, shoulders raising, eyes squeezing tightly shut. 

“Y/N are you ok? I-I I’ll try to spend more time with you im sorry”
You shook your head, explaining to him why you seemed to cringe at his touch, he would just hug you for a moment, telling you how he will never treat you like that and he will try his best to spend more time with you. 

Originally posted by jeonbase

mochi

Jung Hoseok/Jhope
Fights with Hobi would be extremely emotional  both of you sobbing intensely as you screamed at him for god knows what. He would be so angry by the time you finally stopped yelling he would turn suddenly-
You would flinch, stumbling backwards at his action.

“What- Are you ok? Why did you flinch? Did i really hurt you” *sniffle sniffle, im sobbing*

As if he wasnt crying enough hes so soft when he questioned why you would be hesitant to tell him and when you finally did you would just cry together for a while, eventually falling asleep where ever you were.

Originally posted by gotjhope

WOW THATS SEXCI LIKE THIS GIF IS TRIGGERING ME 

Park Jimin/Jimin
Fighting? With Jimin? What is this trechery? 
On the 1 and a Million chance that you and Jimin fought, he would be so heartbroken to see you angry at him-
”Im sorry y/n” *sobbing like a 5 year old bc you yelled at him for leaving the milk out and it went bad*
He would lunge to hug you, causing you to whimper and fall back a bit- He would question your actions, taking your hands in his, listening to everything you said extremely carefully.

”Ah- My bad Y/N.. Im sorry i angered you, and im sorry for scarying you- i didnt know”
”Aishhh Its ok you big softie”

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Kim Taehyung/V
You and Taehyung are young, you are bound to fight sometimes- 
Growing together is hard to do at times so when he came home angry you knew at some point you would argue… 

”Christ Y/N can you get off my back for 1 second???”
“I asked what was wrong Taehyung”
“Nothing is wrong!”
‘nOtHinG iS wRoNg’ 

He huffed throwing his bag from practice on the ground, the thud causing you to nearly jump out of your skin, his gaze making you physically cringe, nose wrinkling and eyes squeezing shut as you sunk back into yourself. 
He nearly forgot about your past in this moment, his face dropped to one of guilt, walking over to you to plant a kiss on the top of your head. An apologetic grin sprawled on his face as he brought you to his chest-

”Lets just forget about this, ok? Wanna cuddle or something?”
”Yeah..”

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jeon Jeong-guk/Jungkook
Like Taehyung, you and Jungkook are extremely young and equal parts dumb (jk <3)
 Sometimes you two would annoy eachother just make one another mad- This night you were working his last nerve, nitpicking, just egging him on for the hell of it..
“Y/N!”
He shouted at you, rubbing the bridge of his nose before placing his hands of his face, at his yell you stumbled at bit, and when he stood to look at you, frustration clear on his face you instinctively shook and backed away. 
He cocked an eyebrow at your reaction, his head shaking slightly like he always did when he was unsure.
You let out a long sigh when he questioned you hours later-

“My past is so good Kook- you scared me is all”
“Im sorry Y/N, i wont be so careless next time”
“Its not just your fault- im sorry too i took it too far”
He would hug you tightly, a hum in his throat loving the moment of open emotion.

Originally posted by jengkook

Favaro and Amira + Charioce and Nina

Romance was a main element of Virgin Soul whereas Genesis barely had any except for one scene.

Romance was forced in Virgin Soul while Genesis had a better one? why? because Favaro is a more likable character than Charioce? funny thing is Charioce treated his love interest far better than Favaro.

Favaro and Amira weren’t exactly a couple in Genesis. Their bond grew stronger because of their journey, it wasn’t love at first sight but far from it. Amira placed a curse “demon tail” on Favaro so he takes her to Helheim. Favaro wanted to get rid of Amira and even tried to kill her once. After that, he told the royal guards about where she is so they can capture her. He lied to her and hurt her feelings. He was forced to be around her just because of the curse. He later on grew fond of her and planned to take her to Helheim and this was only by episode 7? 6 episodes before the finale? he didn’t even love her yet. The kiss was the real romantic thing in their entire relationship, at this point their love was blooming, the show didn’t develop their relationship in a romantic way until the last episode, more like the last scene they had together.

Arguments I always hear is “Charioce wanted Nina dead” not intentionally, the show emphasizes on Charioce’s body language and you can see he did not really mean the order he carried out and also his guards failed to capture Nina multiple times. Well, Favaro wanted to kill and get rid of Amira the entire time. How ironic is it to look up to a relationship that started with one of the couple trying to kill the other. We have never seen Charioce trying to harm Nina in any way. So telling me Charioce wanted to harm Nina but Favaro “who we have seen wanting to kill amira” and Amira are a better couple than them means you’re contradicting yourself.

Charioce and Nina are developed as a couple far better than Favaro and Amira. Virgin Soul had romance as one of its themes while Genesis had 5%? I feel like they had to squeeze the romance by the end of Genesis. I find Favaro and Amira cute but I wasn’t invested in their relationship because it wasn’t developed, it wasn’t the focus in Genesis, in a romantic perspective. Romance started out in episode 3/6 in Virgin Soul (24 eps) whereas Genesis Favaro only started to care about Amira in episode 7 (12 eps).

Charioce and Nina.

Charioce and Nina fell in love with each other at first sight. I wonder why is it hard to process the fact that characters and any person can love someone from first sight? attracted to someone’s kindness and genuine personality? someone’s smile? it happens all the time so don’t come at me and tell me the romance was forced.

It was clear ever since the PV 3 that Charioce and Nina were gonna be the main couple since the theme of Virgin Soul was “a tale of love and ruin”. Nina and Charioce were instantly attracted to each other. Charioce saved Nina from mercenaries and picked up her grocery. He stole a chili pepper and was staring at it lovingly while walking in his castle. Nina’s love for Charioce grew because of his kindness towards her, because he made her feel something no man has ever made her feel, she felt safe with him. He broke the barriers she built up without her realizing and her heart found the one person she could truly treasure.

Charioce was never cruel to Nina “in Episode 19 he lied to her just so she can stay away from him for her safety”. Their dance in episode 6 was one of the most romantic scenes I have ever seen. They bonded through a dance, they spent time together, he had fun she had fun. Their love was already blooming in episode 6 and you’re telling me their love doesn’t make sense? then Amira and Favaro’s love doesn’t make sense either yet I read people saying they are a better couple than Nina and Charioce, they are BARELY a couple.

If you don’t like Charioce sure I mean I understand why some don’t like him but don’t trash the romance because it focused on him and Nina. Charioce healed Nina and Nina healed Charioce, they are soulmates, they are virgin souls.

The fact that even in episode 8 during the trial when Charioce gave the order to lock them up indefinitely THAT ORDER WAS TOO EASY for people to committed treason, Nina affects Charioce’s decisions even when it comes to her friends. He didn’t harm any of them after episode 13, he wasn’t concerned about Kaisar, Azazel, and Favaro when they escaped the arena in episode 16, he was actually smiling, he know they are people Nina cares about.

Look at his face whenever he sees Nina, look at how kind and different he is with her, and ALSO the fact that he told her his real name “Chris”, he never lied to her. We’ve seen how conflicted he is because once he fell in love with her he started to waver.

Of course, everyone is gonna blame Nina for loving someone that did bad things but she is the only one who knows Charioce’s true self, she can’t change his past, but she can change his present and future. It’s better for him to change than remain the same right? Nina was the solution to that. Nina wanted to save everyone but when she wants to save her lover she is selfish? why? should she choose friends over her true love? It’s not like she gave him access to their whereabouts or told him some things about them that could threaten them. Some of us have been in love, sure we could be selfish about certain choices but that’s only natural.

Charioce and Nina’s love is true love whereas I need to see more of Favaro and Amira to consider it true love. Like, really I don’t get those that say Amira and Favaro are a better couple than Nina and Charioce when they “barely” been a couple whereas in Virgin Soul there are some episodes dedicated to romance. It’s funny how some consider a couple that started out on a bad note and barely had any romance far better than a couple that were loving each other right from the beginning, that proves their lack of understanding when it comes to romance “It doesn’t matter if you truly love each other, if one of you is a character I hate then it’s a forced/bad romance” right? Lol.

I am in awe of Charioce and Nina’s love story, it developed beautifully throughout the series. The dance is their bond and although both lost their most important senses they still bond through a dance.

I have been in the mood to write a lot today so sorry for spamming you all with my posts and enjoy XD

I didnt think I’d have to make this post, but after reading an essay of a post basically victimizing Joseph/demonizing Robert/all that other fun stuff, here goes nothing. Joseph is n o t a saint, just as Mary and Robert aren’t. B o t h and neither Joseph and Mary are at fault for their failing marriage.

Yes Mary drinks and is neglectful, that is something that can’t be denied. Also to top it off she flirts with men at the bar, which is unfair to Joseph. B u t she hasn’t crossed that line of actually sleeping with them. “But what about when she walked away with a man on-” we do not know if she slept with him, but based of her track record it would be a safe bet to imagine they probably went to the bar to drink and she eventually got a worker to take her home. Does her not sleeping with men excuse her actions? Hell no. But it does show something about her character. It shows how even drunk, in a state where you are more likely to do risky things, she has limits. Unlike Joseph.

Now while Joseph is (from what we’ve seen) a better parent with a nicer demeanor, it doesn’t wipe away the fact that he slept with Robert. You can cover it up with “it was one time and it ended there” but if it was Mary some of you would have used that as evidence for the rest of your lives. We can assume he felt guilty about it which is honestly good on his character. But another thing is, if you choose his route, he does it a g a i n. He literally openly engages on full on adultery with you, someone he barely knows. With Robert its a little more understandable why he might have gone through with it because they probably have known each other for a long time. But he literally makes the same mistake a g a i n and seems perfectly quaint afterwords. And don’t even get me started on his bad end. Like some of you are demonizing Mary for flirting/Robert for his bad endings, when in Joseph’s bad route he literally offers you the position of being his Side Hoe™. You guys get mad at Robert (possibly rightfully so) for albeit unfairly treating MC as an object, when in Joseph’s bad end he does the s a m e thing to you. If you respected someone, you would never put them in a position where you dump them, then while they’re clearly uncomfortable, flirt with them/charm them into being your mistress.

Like Joseph come on. If you regretted sleeping with Robert, w h y would you do it again. You can argue “the chemistry between dadsona and him was different, think about Margaritaville™” and I would say no. I’m sure Joseph felt like he was in Margarita Zone with Robert too while he was with him.

Now on to the complaints about fan art making Joseph look bad. Honestly what? In most Mary, Robert, Joseph fan art, everything the characters do are pretty accurate to how they’d act in the game??? Its just played up/modernized/meme’d up a bit to be funny??? In the words of Martin Luther King Jr, “It ain’t that deep”. I can understand you wanting good fan art for your favorite character but just as there’s fan art making Joseph a stick in the mud, there’s art playing on Mary alcoholism/neglectful parenting. If you’re gonna complain about fan art “demonizing” Joseph, then you gotta jump on people for “demonizing” his wife.

Sorry for the long rant

Helpless, Homeless (Josh Dun) Part 1

A/N

Heyo guys this is going to be a short multipart series if thats alright as I didnt want to squeeze it all into one update I hope you enjoy it 

Words: 1,500+

triggers: Mentions of physical abuse, homelessness and stealing

if you find any of these triggers sensitive to you then please don’t read as I would much rather someone stays safe than read one of my fics.

If anyone would like to talk to me about any of the triggers in this fic or anything else my inbox is always open if you want someone to talk to or if you want someone to listen. 

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Abandoned, stranded, homeless. Those are all terms that could be used to describe my current situation as a pleading beggar, who lies helpless on the cold concrete slabs hoping and praying for the smallest morsel of food to survive on, if i find any I am lucky it means that I got there before the pigeons did. I sit alone hoping that a generous commuter would chuck me a few pence on their way to work which would be enough for me to do the walk of shame to the nearest convenience store, there I would be able to look longingly and hungrily through the shelves as I see what I am able to buy with my precious pennies. This isnt the life I dreamed of as a small girl playing with my dolls, I dreamed of being a princess living in a magnificent castle with my knight in shining armour there by my side to protect me. However the results of me getting older meant that the dream life i had planned for myself had become unrealistic and impossible. If I could show 7 year old Y/N where she was currently at the age of 25 she would be scared stiff. At the age of 17 I then knew that my young and ignorant dreams of becoming royalty and living in an elegant ancient castle were not what I wanted. I wanted to have a home, a safe home for me and my family no prince with shining armor, just me and a man I love and our little family, I wanted to have a stable job that meant I was able to take my dream family on tropical holidays. Was that to much to ask? It seems as though it was. 

I retreat back the small home that I had made for myself in a back alley away from the unsafe streets. I would sit on the hard pavement during the day begging for food and money or anything that would help me get back on my feet however in the evenings I hide away as best as I can trying my hardest not to be to exposed to the unfair world we live in. Its not safe for a young girl to alone on the streets at night, especially a young girl who has no where to go and is in a vulnerable position like myself. my trembling fingers pick apart at the sandwich I had purchased quickly eating it so I could sleep and rest for the night. It was a cold night a freezing one in fact, and it is on night like these I truly wonder to myself what is even the point of living if this is what I am living for? I lie down on the cardboard that I had placed down for me to sleep on, I shudder as my back collides with the cold solid surface. It was my mattress, and I was very careful with it as it is the only thing that is separating me from the concrete slabs.

As soon as I shut my eyes the sounds of the clustered streets around me are heightened dramatically, it feels as though the fast cars are heading straight towards me even though I am safe. Well, as safe as you can be when you are a poor young girl living on the city streets.

Unfortunately, my mind whizzes back to night that I ended up on the streets for the first time. My parents had split up when i was 16 and I was still living at home with my mum and my dad had moved out, i never pressured my parents into telling me why they broke up, the last thing i wanted to do was start a heated argument over something that isn’t that important. However I do know that they didnt end on good terms, they stayed away from each other and couldn’t bare to look each other in the eyes. My mother was lonely and angry I can understand why, but what I will never understand is why she decided to take out her loneliness and anger on me. She stopped me from seeing my beloved father, she believed that if she wasn’t going to be able to see my dad then she didnt want me to be able to see him either. From then on it proceeded to get worse. She would come home every night get drunk, sleep for a while, wake up, the beat me. She would beat me when I would go to check on her and make sure she was all right, consequently she would lash out on me out of pure spite and jealousy.

It got to the point where I couldn’t handle it anymore and I wanted to leave and never see her again, I packed up all my belongings and left, I didnt have much I didnt care because all my sights were set on getting out of there and as far away as possible. I walked and walked nd walked and then I ended up in a city in Columbus, Ohio. Here I am, helpless and alone.

I have just woken up to the sound of the commuters going to work in the early hours. This is usually how I am woken up on a weekday, I am used to it. I pack up a few of most valuable things and take them with me. The las time i forgot to do this all my personal belonging were stolen and it was terrible. I can never understand why someone would steal off of a homeless person. Haven’t they lost enough?

7 hours, that’s how long i have been sitting here and I haven’t even raised enough for a sandwich. I was desperate, it never usually gets to this point where I even consider stealing however today is different, and I don’t really know why.

I take my personal belongings with me as I shuffle towards a convenience store to see what I was able to buy today. I go to the clearance section and with my measly coins i am unable to buy anything. I was stuck, what was I going to do? I am starving right now what am I going to be like in a few hours?

I reach out for the sandwich and hastily shove it in the inside of my jacket pocket just after i checked my surrounding area. I walk round the shop for a few more seconds wanting it to appear as though I was still browsing the items before I left. As I was about to complete a successful theft and leave the shop I felt a strong grip tight around my arm, I was expecting whoever it was who had a firm hold on me to be a worker or some type of security worker. Considering this, I concluded that if it was a worker or a security worker they would have made a scene out of this and would have made their actions more known to the people in the surrounding area. But this person was subtle and I wasn’t feeling any kind of aggression in their hold.  

I look up and see a man, not a worker, just a man. I catch myself thinking just a man however he his appearance doesn’t strike me ‘just’ a man. His salmon hair was attempting to escape from under his baseball cap, I was able to see that he has dark eyes that stared down at me with an emotion I can only describe as care, he had arms painted in ink of beautiful designs that had been carefully crafted. I found it difficult to look at this and not think him attractive as he was. However I will not allow myself to think such things as I am in such a position, it would be foolish.

This man pulls away from the exit of the shop and we hide in one of the aisle as to not be seen by any of the workers.

“Let me buy that for you” This man said, this man who I had only met a matter of seconds before hand was offering to buy me some food.

I dont say a word, I have leant not to trust people so easily over the years, and I hand over the food.

He takes it and walks over to get a bottle of water and a chocolate bar, which I could only assume that was what he actually came in for then he goes towards the till. He buys the items and gestures me out of the shop.

“Here you go” He says grinning, a flurry of emotions overwhelmed me I suddenly felt extremely embarrassed that I had let an attractive man see me in such a state.

“Thank you” I whisper and take the bag out of hands, I peer in, I see that the water and chocolate wasnt for him, it was for me along with the sandwich I had attempted to steal earlier.

“My name is Josh, what’s yours?” 

I look at the man who I now as Josh and see that he isn’t looking at me like I was a tramp, he is looking at me like I am an actual person and that is something that hasn’t happened to me in a long time. 

“Y/N”

Touch Me

Request:   Can I request prompt 165 & 193 with Bruce banner? Thank you.

Pairing: Dom!Bruce Banner x Sub!reader, 

Summary:   165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?”  193: “ Good girl. ”

Bruce and (y/n) get handsy in the lab.

Words Count: 606 

Genre: KINK, NSFW, SMUT

Warning: So this was my first NSFW post, and I kinda went all out. Sorry it was short, I was just nervous to write this!  Dom/Sub play, Public sex, touching,  blowjob, dirty talk



    “God! Bruce,” you moan. 

   “ Do you like it when I touch you like that baby girl?” He smirks into your neck, gently sucking the delicate skin of your collar bone.

   This wasn’t the first time this has happened, often Tony would leave for lunch leaving you and Bruce alone in the lab. Almost every time something would come over Bruce and he stopped being the shy science geek, he became a dominant man determined to take what he wanted. 

   Today, you were working with Bruce on a new project and Tony decided to leave for lunch early. He was barely out of the doors before Bruce lifted you up and carried you over to the work bench, knocking everything off of it and started to rub you through your dress. You two weren’t in a relationship per se, but you had a mutual understanding. you were both willing adults who needed releases and found them in each other.

   “Mmm yeah” You mewl out, savoring the way his hands held you so tightly.

   He moves his hand from your core, “I’m sorry, what was that?” He demanded.

   You gulped,”I meant yes sir!” You pouted, craving his hands again.

   “That’s what I thought” he said, stroking you again. “I’m getting tired of these panties,” he said slowly pulling them down your legs and sliding them into his pocket.

   “You know when I saw you in that tight dress strutting into the lab today, all I could think of was being buried into your tight little ass. It’s not fair to tease your master and get none in return, don’t you think?” He asks

   You can’t answer with words, his fingers were slowly pushing in and out of you and your pleasure clouded your mind. You nodded, throwing your head back.

   “God, you’re such a slut. You enjoy me finger fucking you in a place where anyone could see us, don’t you? You like knowing that I’m giving you so much pleasure out in the open. I think its my turn, get on your knees baby girl.” Bruce demands, lifting you off of the table and setting you on the floor.

   Almost instantly, you drop to your knees and start pulling down his pants. Bruce chuckles at your rushed movements and helps you pull down his pants. His hard cock pops out and you start giving it small kitten licks, teasing Bruce.

   “Come on baby girl, you know what I want.” he says, grabbing your hair into a tight ponytail to give him something he can hold onto. 

   You smile and slowly wrap your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue around and going down as far as you can onto his dick, pumping what you couldn’t take with your hand. Bruce starts moaning lowly, using your hair and pumping his cock in and out of your mouth.

   You suck for awhile longer until Bruce starts groaning, his climax fast approaching. You pull away and wrap your lips just around the tip, sucking harshly as Bruce cums in your mouth. You look him in the eyes and swallow it all, his eyes were clouded with lust.

    “Good girl, swallowing my load like that. You look so pretty with your mouth full of my seed” He praises.

   Your cheeks heat up and you look to the floor, “Thank you sir.”

    He pulls you onto your feet and slaps your ass. “ Go clean yourself up, Tony will be back soon. Don’t want to let him know our dirty little secret, do we?”

   “Nope! “ you giggle, heading to the bathroom to clean up. 

   Well, that was one way to take your lunch break. 

I Don’t Want You to Get Hurt

Characters: Sam Winchester x reader, Dean Winchester (mentioned)
Word count: 1357
Warnings: angst, arguing, accident, minor injuries, hospital, making out??, swearing, fluff
Request: Could you do a piece for Sam X reader where they get into a fight and the reader storms off, and leaves in one of the cars to get into a car crash while driving in anger? Like not super major but enough to hurt them and maybe break a bone or two? Please and thanks! ☺️
A/N: Thanks for the request, nonnie! <3 I’ve actually had this done for like two weeks, but I didn’t like the way it turned out for some reason, so I was really nervous about it. I’m still not 100% satisfied, but now I’m just going fuck this and posting it…
(GIF not mine)

“No. Sam. Seriously. I get why you want to protect me! I get that you don’t want me to get hurt. I don’t want you to get hurt either. But you can’t just make me stay home all the time. I’ve stayed behind on two hunts already. Not another one.” I dumped my cup and plate in the sink.

“You almost died last time, y/n!” He was towering over me, his expression a mixture of frustration and fear.

I sighed heavily, walking around him and to the door of the kitchen. “You know that when you start hunting, you pretty much sign your life away, okay? I mean come on. You and Dean have died hundreds of times. I half died that one ti-” I stopped talking for a second as Sam gave me a look. “Okay. Bad point… But either way. You can’t just stop me from going out there and helping save people from shit they don’t even know about!”

Sam started to say something, but I walked into the hall without another word.

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anonymous asked:

Solangelo olympic athletes AU (gymnastics for will and maybe track/field for nico?)

fun fact i learned from a furry in my english class last week that gymnasts are generally short bc the strain is too much for a tall person’s spine and they could severely injure themselves solely bc of their height

anyway. here’s your headcanons!

  • will solace, representing america, is possibly the tallest gymnast the olympics has ever seen and he’s amazing, he can do the craziest flips, he’s got the strongest arms, and nico fell in love at first sight
  • nico di angelo, representing italy, is possibly the shortest sprinter the olympics has ever seen. sure, he doesn’t have the long legs to keep up with some of the taller runners, but his small collection of bronze medals that he’d started when he was 17 is proof of his determination. the first time will saw nico accepting a medal, he fell in love with the bright smile on his face
  • before the end of the olympics, will made sure to congratulate nico on his awards, and nico did the same, even though he was just barely able to speak an understandable english sentence
  • they exchanged contact information and managed to keep each other in their thoughts for the next four years, even if they never got another chance to meet in person. will did his best to learn italian - maybe not how to speak it but he’s managed to text it plenty of times now - and nico did his best to learn more english
    • neither of them talked much about the upcoming olympics, which would be hosted in america
  • when the time came, nico spent more time training than anything else and completely forgot to set up a time and place to meet with will until after the opening ceremony and then he’s just so busy that he keeps forgetting about it. plus he always figures will might try to find him himself
  • so nico ends up finding just enough time to head over to the men’s gymnastics competitions and,,,, will’s not there???? like at all?? he even asks someone on the american team and will’s just,,, not competing anymore apparently
    • and boy is it a good thing that nico already finished all of his races bc hes super bummed out now and doesnt really know what to do about it like he doesnt even know if he should text will or anything
  • so he mopes around until the closing ceremony and gets completely bombarded by a bunch of people from the american team?? like he doesn’t know these people and he doesn’t know where they came from but they keep telling him to follow them so he does and they take him right to will who’s in a wheelchair????
    • immediately will’s like “hey ok so dont freak out im mostly fine i just fractured a few vertebrae and my doctor said i can never do gymnastics again if i want to keep walking in a few years so that’s whats up with me how are you” and nico literally just. kisses him right there in front of the entire american team bc hes been waiting to do that for four years now ok

actual things that happened to that furry in my class: broke some vertebrae bc tall people can’t do gymnastics, had to do physical therapy for 2 years, and was told he had to stop if he wanted to keep walking so. basically. headcanons based on that furry i’m never gonna see again hopefully

i hope you liked this???

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