good things some to those who wait

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Imagine if Dudley did have a magical child though.

He and Harry haven’t spoken since ‘I don’t think you’re a waste of space’ and he’s matured enough to realise his parents were not good to Harry, especially since the birth of his own little girls because God forbid anything happened to him and they were treated like Harry was.

On Daisy Dursley’s eleventh birthday theres a knock on the door and his wife, Anita, just stares and he feels his stomach drop because the stern lady on the doorstep is wearing a cloak and pointed hat.

They listen to the woman - Professor McGonagall - explain and Anita is surprised but receptive, Daisy is excited and Dudley is terrified of what this means.

It’s a surprise to his wife and little girl when at the end of her explanation, while Daisy’s flicking through a book with moving pictures and Anita peers over her shoulder, Dudley blurts out ‘it’s safe now then? Your world?’

Professor Mcgonagall gives a wry smile and assures him that the magical world is indeed safe. It dawns on him that she was expecting this, that she’d perhaps researched him and was aware of his relation to Harry.

He then admits to Anita and Daisy that his cousin is a wizard, before turning to the Professor and asking if she by chance knows a Harry Potter. Looking amused, professor Mcgonagall acknowledges that she does.

’D'you know where he lives?’

That does surprise her a bit, and she tells him that yes, she knows and that though Daisy’s acceptance into the school has been confidential up until this point, Harry would likely not mind a visitor if he wanted a word.

Daisy begs to come along and he relents eventually, bringing Anita and their youngest, Poppy, along.

All four of them stand on the doorstep of a modest house that Dudley would call nice if there weren’t squat little creatures snickering and running around the front garden.

The door is opened by a slouching boy with turquoise hair who arches a purple eyebrow at them. He yells over his shoulder for someone named Ginny and steps back to let them in, and, when he notices Daisy staring at his hair, he smirks and a second later it’s bubblegum pink.

Daisy squeals in delight and Dudley is still trying to get his head around that when young girl and boy around Daisy’s age with bright red hair and thick brown curls respectively, hurtle down the corridor.

‘Teddy you promised you’d practice the sloth grip roll with us!’ The girl yells in an accusatory tone.

A woman with hair the same shade of flaming red as the little girl appears with what Dudley recognises as a wand in her hand as the boy with blue hair flashes a grin at them before chasing the two younger children outside to a shout of ‘No higher than the treetops Teddy!’

Harry is much like Dudley remembers him, lanky with a pointed face, straight nose and mess of untameable black hair. It’s awkward, but, apparently forewarned, Harry greets him pleasantly and introduces his wife before Ginny goes outside to reign in a gaggle of children he assumes aren’t all Harry’s.

A woman with thick, bushy hair pulled into a messy bun with a wand stuck in it smiles and makes an effort to talk to Anita. She’s not too strange, he thinks, and reassures them that her parents were just as baffled when they found out she was a witch.

‘Why don’t you take Daisy outside to see the broomsticks, Al?’ Harry suggests to Daisy’s obvious delight and Dudley swears Harry’s trying not to laugh.

By the end of the visit Dudley is more informed about the wizarding world than he ever thought he would or wanted to be. Daisy, with a bruise on her forehead and scraped knees, because despite both his and Harry’s warning she hadn’t been able to resist trying to fly, is bouncing off the walls because ‘daddy how could you not tell us?!’

They visit Harry’s a lot over summer and Daisy befriends Lily Luna Potter and Hugo Weasley. Dudley doesn’t feel up to the trip to Diagon Alley but regrets his decision to not go when Daisy comes back with two owls, 'uncle Harry bought the second one for me! So you can write without having to wait for me to send my owl!’

Petunia Dursley faints when she finds out, and Vernon spends a good half hour cursing and brandishing things aimlessly before retreating to his shed.

Dudley being introduced to what he calls 'all those bloody gingers’ some of whom are only just on the right side of civil to him (one cheerfully introduces himself as someone who once visited his childhood home in a flying car and asks if he’s going to need to do the same for Daisy or will she be allowed to attend without punishment).

Daisy is shocked to find out Harry’s famous, and finds out as much as she can about him during her first term, which she relays to an increasingly guilty feeling Dudley, who’s gradually coming around to the idea.

It’s not as bad as his parents made out it was. He’s learned to understand Daisy’s ramblings about her subjects and spells and is proud of her achievements at school. He’s met a handful of witches and wizards through Harry and the world that he’s always been told is terrible doesn’t seem too bad anymore, after all, how could it with his little girl in it? He is prepared come excitable little Poppy’s eleventh birthday, for her to join her sister at Hogwarts instead of standing jealously on the platform as she leaves.

Poppy Dursley never gets a letter.

listen, i know this is tumblr and i’m not supposed to be positive or excited or happy about anything ever (least of all something to do with supernatural) but FUCK IT. I AM SO FIERCRLY EXCITED AND HAPPY ABOUT THIS WAYWARD AF NEWS!

wayward sisters/daughters, an all women spin off of spn, is happening because the fandom, kim rhodes, and briana buckmaster willed it into existence.

those “casual female viewers” and the women who “don’t sell at cons” did this. they tulpa’d this thing! that is AMAZING. yes, i am sure there will be problems because it’s still the cw but this is still a Good Thing.

kim and briana have fought for this fandom and this show. i can’t wait to watch wayward sisters so i can fight for them. :))))

1. Some people aren’t meant to be a part of your life. If they want to leave, let them. Don’t fight for someone to stay if they fight to go. 
2. Your value is not determined by others. A masterpiece is still a masterpiece, even when the lights are turned off and no one’s around to appreciate it.
3. Be grateful, even for the little things - especially for the little things. They are what makes life so wonderful.
4. Always take your time to let go, to move on and to heal. It doesn’t matter if you need a week, a month or a year to find closure. Just don’t rush. Take as much time as you need and find your own pace.
5. Be brave enough to try new things. Don’t shy away from challenges, who knows where you’ll end up?
6. Don’t be afraid of change - it’s always around the corner anyway. Think about what kind of person you were this time last year and how much you’ve transformed during the last 365 days. Truth is we don’t stay the same. No one does. So embrace the change in you.
7. Think of something you’re absolutely terrified of, then do it. Get out of your comfort zone. You’ll feel invincible noticing that you’ve accomplished things that seemed impossible only weeks ago.
8. Pay attention to details. A person may look entirely different to you once you put in some effort to get to know them, and to get to know all of them. The same rule applies to everything around you: your environment, your relationships and also yourself.
9. You don’t have to be in a relationship to feel loved. We often disregard the sings of affection our family and friends show us because we crave romantic gestures. Don’t discredit this kind of love - your family and your friends are the ones who stay.
10. “Good things come to those who wait” - do they? I don’t think so. Good things come to those who get back on their feet when they were torn down. They come to those who just begin, begin fighting for what they want, begin giving their all to get where they want to be.
—  10 things I learned before I turned 22 / n.j.
Gorgeous (Bucky x Reader)

Request: I just wanna say i’m so in love with your writings aaaand i was wondering if you could write a bucky x reader and the reader is so friendly with everyone, but she feels so alone because thinks nobody can fall in love with her, but bucky did. one day, she feels so down the she starts crying and saying awful things to herself looking in the mirror, but bucky hears everything and that makes him confess his feelings. i’m sorry it’s too long,. and if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay <3  

Bucky x reader imagine where she had really horrible anxiety and he is the only one that can calm her down? would you mind putting some angst in there and like one of the other avengers caused her to panic (she isn’t an avenger) thanks doll ;) xx

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Warnings: Self shame, anxiety, FLUFF

Tags: @annadier @happelu970 @shamvictoria11 @spookass @pabegay1(message me if you want to be tagged in any fics or if I forgot to tag you! Sometimes I forget, my apologies!


You were no Avenger.

You weren’t as badass as Natasha or Wanda. You weren’t as sarcastic and outgoing as your father, you were just you. You lived with the Avengers because your dad was Tony Stark, the Avengers were like your huge, crazy, loud family. You loved having them as a family, you loved every last bit of it, but sometimes it’s hard not to doubt your looks or skills.

You were clumsy. You ran into walls, got your shirt caught on pointy objects, face planted into gardens, and tripped going up the stairs.  You weren’t as strong as the others,  you never worked on your upper body strength because you never really cared about it.

You would run twice a week for exercise and that was it. You hated working out, it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced. You would much rather be drinking a milkshake while watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Like you were right now.

“Oo, fancy.” You were sitting criss crossed on the couch, a blanket spread across your bare legs and your baggy long sleeve shirt rolled up slightly on your arms. A milkshake in one hand while your eyes remained glued to the screen projecting the fashion show.

“That looks painful.” Scott spoke with a mouth full of his own milkshake. He was slouched next to you, his legs spread out in front of him and his back surrounded by toss pillows. He was tilting slightly onto the arm of the couch but he seemed to be comfortable.

“I would never wear something that heavy looking on my dick.” Scott took another large gulp of his shake, twisting his face in pain as a brain freeze clearly took over his mind temporarily.

“But it’s so pretty.” You admired the glammed up bra, “Oo, look she has wings! I wish I had wings, how fun would that be?”

“Super fun! I would strut around in wings all day if they looked like that.” Scott glanced over at you, but you were still consumed in admiring all the glamorous outfits and models.

“I have wings.” Sam called out from the chair on the other side of the couch. His legs hanging over the arm of the chair and his back resting against the other arm. His phone rested on his chest and his shake was long gone, the empty cup sitting on the coffee table. “They’re even cooler because mine work.”

“Mm.” Both you and Scott made the same sound and twisted your lips as you both looked at Sam.

“Not the same thing. Yours aren’t as glamorous, now are they?” You turned your attention back at the screen and made your lips in the shape of an ‘o’ as you looked at Gigi Hadid walk down the runway. She was your favorite model, her and Cara Delevingne.

“Yeah. You get feathers, sparkles, jewels and glitter on your wings, then we’ll talk.” Scott nodded his head swiftly and ignored Sam’s narrowed eyes as he directed his eyes back to the Fashion Show.

“I know a girl who can hook you up with some bedazzlement on those wings of yours, Sam.” You winked in his direction, a smirk tilting on your lips. “And by girl I mean me, and by bedazzlement I mean some superglue and a trip to Hobby Lobby.” 

“I hate both of you.” Sam chuckled under his breath and shifted around a little in his chair.

“Man, I wish I had legs like those.” Scott  shook his head and moved the straw in his shake around, trying to get a good sip. You giggled at Scott’s comment, you always found him to say the strangest but most awesome things. 

“You know who has legs like those?” Sam paused, waiting for Scott to answer but when Scott kept gulping down his shake, Sam answered himself. “Natasha. She even has the walk down too, she would slay all those other models.” 

Scott hummed in agreement. “And Wanda has the hair of a Victoria Secret model. I wish my hair was as luscious as hers, that would save me fifteen minutes in the morning.”

“You spend fifteen minutes on your hair?” Sam scuffed and tilted his head back to look at Scott.

“This,” Scott motioned to his hair. “doesn’t just happen, Sam. It takes time, effort and skill, okay?”

“Man, you’re crazy.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head and slouching back down in his chair again. “For real though, Wanda and Nat are hella attractive-”

You shuffled around in your seat, the thoughts that consumed your mind were driving you insane. All they were talking about was how beautiful Natasha and Wanda were, of course you had to agree, they were both stunningly gorgeous. They were badass, strong and attractive all at once. They were your best friends, but it always hurt you when you would go places with them and everyone would notice them and not you.

You weren’t as stunning as them, you weren’t as flawless and beautiful as them. Of course you weren’t. Everyone expected Tony Stark’s daughter to be drop dead gorgeous, but somehow they always seemed surprised to see you. You were never what they were expecting.

You stood up suddenly, your nose tingling and your eyes starting to twitch with tears. Your chest felt tight and your hands felt clammy, you needed a moment to pull yourself together before you came back out here and pretended to not even care. You dropped the blanket previously covering your bare legs on the couch where you used to be sitting and placed your milkshake, that suddenly made you feel bloated, on the coffee table.

“I have to pee.” You announced it as a joke, happily your voice didn’t shake and you seemed to be holding it together on the outside fairly well. You knew you were about to break, you had to hide.

“Okay.” Scott and Sam both watched you speed down the hallway. “Be back soon, the Angels are about to come out!’

“Man, seriously though, Nat and Wanda have the legs and hair, but damn, Y/N has the whole package. The face, hair, walk, legs, and even the hips.” Sam shook his head in astonishment.

Scott nodded his head in agreement and pulled a part of your blanket on his thighs, he knew it was your favorite blanket but he loved it just as much. It was soft and always smelled good.

“She looks more like a Victoria Secret model than some of the Victoria Secret models.” Scott talked with another mouthful of his shake, he didn’t even care though. “Have you seen the way everyone looks at her, she steals the attention away from Nat and Wanda every time they go out.”

“Hell, she steals the attention away from us Avengers. And we’re Avengers.”

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Sneak Preview!

So my short one-shot for @elsewhereuniversity has become a 7,000 words and counting story. Since I’m still working on it I figured I’d give ya guys a sneak peak at it!

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Your new roommate greets you with a smile, clothes like a bunch of sharpies threw up on them, and an extended hand.

“Hi, I’m Reagan!”

You take the hand, note the faint scars crisscrossing like a maze across the skin.

“Um, hi.”

They are so short they have to tip toe to look over your shoulder. “Do you need any help with your stuff?” You shake your head and Reagan nods, still smiling, before leaving the door open and going back to their side. “Kay, just let me know if you do.”

They are wearing the shoes that light up when you walk and you had no idea those came in adult sizes. Or maybe their feet are small? You pick up your first bag and enter the dorm, prepared for your first year at university.

You are not prepared, however, for the cat that sits on your roommate’s bed.

“Uh… we’re allowed pets here?”

Reagan looks up from their laptop, looking confused. “Pets?”

You put your bag down on your side of the room and point to the black long haired cat curled up on their tie dye sheets. Reagan follows your finger and blinks at the cat.

“That’s not a pet. That’s Skooma.”

Pause. “Like in Skyrim?”

Reagan gives you another grin. “Naw, I played Morrowind.” Nervous laughter. “I’m old.”

“I’m still pretty sure we’re not allowed cats.”

Their face goes blank and they stare.  If it weren’t for the blinking you would think they’d died or something.

“It’s… Skooma.”

Clearly, you aren’t getting anywhere about this. You’d just wait for an RA to find out or a teacher or something. It would be sad but you didn’t want to get into trouble. You put your first bag down and go to grab your other two. The meeting is at noon so you have some time to unpack and get things situated. You glance over at your roommate’s side, wondering how they’ve set their stuff up. Reagan is sitting against the wall, laptop on their lap and typing with a speed that sort of intimidates you. They haven’t even removed their shoes. Actually… now that you’re looking at their side it’s kinda… bare. Their sheets are bright tie dye that hurts to look at, there’s a rolling Hello Kitty suitcase beside the bed, and their desk is empty except for a brown, round bed, supposedly for the cat still curled up on the sheets. Other than those things the entire side of their room has no trinkets, posters, not even a litter box.

You wonder if it would be rude to put up your own posters. You eye your small framed photo’s and the Furby you’d brought. No, no, you couldn’t let something like this intimidate you. It was stupid. Who cared what your roommate did. You pull out your posters and sticky tack and try to artfully arrange them on the walls. The photos and Furby are put on your desk along with your brand new Graduation laptop.

“You might want to take the batteries out.”

You jump, in the middle of pulling out clothes and hanging them in the shared closet. “Uh… what?”

Reagan has a pair of thick, expensive looking headphones around their neck, squooshing their face. “That Furby. You should take out the batteries. Might end up hearing things you don’t want to.”

You can only stare at such a weird request.

Reagan smiles. “Just a suggestion.” They put the headphones back on and continue working on their laptop. Somehow, the cat has migrated to their lap and the computer is almost falling off their knees but they don’t seem bothered.

You wait but when they don’t do anything else you put away the last of your clothes. Reagan’s side of the closet isn’t as bare as their side of the room, at least. Just… very bright. You think some of the sneakers are heely’s for goodness sake. Who even wears those anymore? You check the time. It’s almost noon and you just know you’ll get lost on your way to the freshman meeting. You put on a new t-shirt and grab a small jacket just in case. You’re out the door before pausing. Wait… You poke your head back in.

“Uh…” Can they even hear you with those headphones on? Yet Reagan pulls them off and looks up expectantly. “Um, are you coming?”

The smiling is starting to creep you out. “To what? The freshman meeting? God no, I’m definitely not a freshman!”

What.

“What.”

“Pffft, the look… no, no, my old roommate, uh, left and I guess they had to stick someone in here.” They reach down and scratch the cat’s ears. “If you don’t like bein’ my roommate just give it a bit and I’m sure some rooms will open up.”

“Um… kay. Well, I guess I’ll see you later?”

Reagan waves with their unoccupied hand then yelps as their laptop takes a tip. You leave to muttered cursing and something that sounds like hissing air.

You only get lost once on your way to the meeting and so you’re quite early. A cheerful older student comes up and gives you a nametag. She tells you to write your name on it, but not your true name. Whatever that means. You’re staring at the nametag in confusion (do you put your full name? What the heck is a true name?) When another student comes up to you. He’s got a bit of a beard and his curly hair barely fits under his University cap.

“Havin’ some issues?”

“Uh, yeah. I was told to put my name on it but… not my true name?”

He wrinkles his nose and sighs. “Best to go with a nickname. Make ‘em happy, eh?”

It’s still weird but you put a nickname anyways and peel off the back to stick it to your t-shirt.

“Well, anyways, my name’s Harris.” You shake his hand, calloused and rough.

‘Uh, well, you already know mine.” You point to your tag.

“Now I do. What’s your room number? I’m pretty sure I can find your RA for you, I know ‘em all.”

You have to pull the crumpled piece of paper from your pocket and peer at your writing. “Um… I’m in room fourty-four floor four.”

When you look back up from putting the paper away you freeze. Because he’s… he’s staring at you with something like fear or pity.

“So, uh, fourty-four floor four, huh. Um… you met your roommate yet?”

“Yes…..?”

He nods shakily. “Good. That’s… good.”

“Is… is something wrong? They’re not some sort of murderer or something are they?”

“What? No, no.” He wipes his hands on his jeans. “Just… be careful, kay?”

O….kay?

“Is this about the ca-”

His hands clap around your mouth and holy shit you thought people only did that in movies.

“Nope. Nothing to do with them. Or it. Or anything.” You duck away from his gross, sweaty hands and give him a dubious stare. “Well, uh, the RA for floor four is that girl in the blue jacket.” He takes off, giving you looks over his shoulder.

Your RA gives you an absent nod and a smile before returning to her phone and you sit in a provided chair. You thumb on your own phone, blessed anti-social device. Noon passes and when the stragglers thin, the RA claps to get attention and smiles at everyone. You half listen to the speech. Some of it seems odd (carrying iron? Salt? The bowls by the doors had to be filled with milk?) but most was the usual stuff you had already read in the papers they hand out. Yes, you read them.

But, then…

“Oh, and who is staying in room fourty-four?”

You blink. What. Cautiously, you raise your hand and shrink when everyone looks at you.

The RA, you already forgot her name, smiles at you. “Excellent, I have to speak to you after the tour, okay?”

You nod, what else could you do? As the RA continues on, a girl beside you, glasses taking up half her face and hair pulled into a ponytail pokes you in the shoulder.

“What’s so special about room fourty-four?” She whispers through a lisp.

You shrug.

The boy on the other side of her leans over, almost falling into the girls’ lap and she pushes at his shoulder. “Do you have a single room?”

You shake your head. “No, I have a roommate.”

Both of them stare at you. The girl pulls at her skirt. “Who is it?”

“Um, they’re not a freshman. So… they’re not here.”

The boy smacks his hand on the back of the girls chair. “What? No way!”

The RA clears her throat, staring at them pointedly. The two shrink back, still giving you looks. You hope you can avoid them when the tour starts. As usual, it is not to be, and the two corner you as the group is herded together.

“So,” The girl starts. Her nametag says Bea in looping, over exaggerated cursive. “You have a roommate in a freshman dorm building who’s not a freshman?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s what I said.”

They stare at you. You stare back.

The boy, his nametag says Gary in blocky, thick pen, throws up his hands. “Well?! You can’t just say that and then not explain anything!”

You open your mouth, to say <i>i can’t tell if they’re female or male and everytime i think of asking i can’t they have a cat that doesn’t look like a cat and they smile too much</i> but the words catch in your throat and you don’t say anything.

Bea scowls at you, crossing her arms over her chest. “Whatever. C’mon, Gary, we’ll probably see this mystery roommate eventually.” she stalks off in her high heels, skirt swishing about her knees. Gary gives you a glare before following.

You wonder if you’ve lost some potential friends.

“Well, they were rude.”

You yelp and whirl around, your own hair smacking into your face.

Reagan smiles at you, wearing an eye searing orange hoodie and bright pink sweatpants. They are pulling their Hello Kitty suitcase behind them and you have no idea how you didn’t hear them approach.

“I was just heading out and saw you about to start your tour so I decided to say hi.” They tsk and shake their head. “But instead I hear some truly rude people. Those two won’t make any friends like that. Are you okay, though?”

You work your jaw and give them a watery smile. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” For some reason the question makes the two’s snubbing hurt even worse.

Reagan looks into the distance, seeming lost in thought. It goes on long enough you shuffle uncertainly. Just as you’re about to speak they meet your eyes and give you a grin. “Don’t worry about people like them. Oh! Here, you should wear this.” They reach into their hoodie pocket and pull out a bead bracelet. It’s made of those cheap plastic beads you get in kid jewellry making kits. All you can tell is that the colours are bright and many, pinning down the pattern or naming any makes your head hurt.

You accept it.

For some reason you slip it onto your wrist. It’s made of that stretchy string you get in the kits and easily fits. Against your wrist you can see some of the beads are the white letter ones and you flip them over.

Your name.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to your tour. See ya!” Reagan turns, the suitcase making no noise as it runs over the gravel. Their hood is bulging outwards and you can see a black, fluffy tail draped over the edge. Two bright yellow eyes stare at you.

You are not sure when you return to the group. The tour guide’s don’t mention it, in fact they avoid looking at you altogether. You listen to the speeches about the cafeteria and how to use meal points. You follow as they show everyone the library, the on site gym, hand out maps for campus. You rub the bracelet, feeling the square beads in between the round ones.

You… are pretty sure you never told anyone your full name.

Nothing you own has your full name on it.

Only your student number was on your assigned room sheet.

After the tour everyone is herded into the cafeteria for lunch (provided by the school specifically for the freshman). You find your floors RA and tap her on the shoulder. She turns, giving you a customer service generic smile.

“Uh, you wanted to see me after the tour?”

The other older students she was talking to peer at you curiously. Harris is the only one actively avoiding looking at you.

“Oh! Excellent, just give me a sec, you guys.” You follow when she walks into an unoccupied corner. “Okay, your roommate was there when you went to your room, right?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Thought so. So the… uh, previous roommate left some stuff and I figured you could use it.”

“What? Like… clothes? Shouldn’t that stuff be given to, um, someone else?”

She laughs and reaches into her pocket. “Not that kind of stuff.” She pulls out a bag of dried salmon cat treats, a small toy mouse, and a pair of glasses with one of the lenses cracked.You take it because she won’t stop holding the stuff out to you expectantly.

You stare at it. “Um, doesn’t this cat stuff belong to my roommate?”

She shakes her head. “You’ll need it. But don’t wear those,” she points to the glasses. “All the time. They’re brushed with iron. Don’t want to see stuff you shouldn’t!” She laughs, too bright, too loud. “Well, good luck!” And she leaves you standing there with an armful of weird cat things and a pair of useless glasses. You don’t even wear glasses. Actually… you touch the lenses. They’re plastic.

Weird.

THE PATRIARCHY
  • America: *asleep, phone rings, answers* You say you fighting the patriarchy? I'm on my way! *grabs a sword*
  • Canada: *reading, phone rings, answers* THE FUCK DID YOU SAY THE PATRIARCHY WAS UP TO? I'M ON MY WAY! *grabs a sword and shield*
  • Germany and Prussia: *reading, phone rings*
  • Germany: Who is this how did you get this numb- THE PATRIARCHY IS DOING WHAT! *grabs some sunglasses, a sword and a knife*
  • Prussia: SAVE SOME PATRIARCH BLOOD FOR US! *grabs some funny sunglasses, a crossbow, and Austria's violin*
  • Australia: *lying in bed, answers phone* Hello. Patriarchy, WHAT?! *stands up on bed* AW HELL NO *grabs two swords from nowhere*
  • England: Jolly bit of tea. *phone rings, answers* THE PATRIARCHY DOING WHAT!? Those bloody wankers! Looks like tea time will have to wait. It's a jolly good thing I kept my old equipment... *puts on his uniform, grabs two guns and a long knife* All right old chaps, I'm on my way! Tally-ho!

anonymous asked:

Hi, I love the theorizing of hypothetical scenarios that goes on in world building! This blog is a very fun read:) My question is, what would be the effects of extreme age/immortality? From books and other media, immortals from species such as elves/vampires tend to be either inscrutable/wise/world-weary/disdainful of "young" because of experience, but immortals in fiction tends to be in the 4 digit age range. How would an immortal that have lived a million years behave and act and be motivated?

Mirintala: Immortals would be tired. Very tired. They need a second (third, fourth..) wind of interest in the world. They’ve seen it all so what’s left for them to find? Something really needs to grab their interest.

Synth: Cracked.com had an article about that topic a few years ago: http://www.cracked.com/article_18708_5-reasons-immortality-would-be-worse-than-death.html Could be a good jumping-off point.

MareeB:  This is one of those things that you as Author God get to decide for yourself. It’s a pretty common trope to portray immortals as jaded and depressed, but you could take it in another direction, and make them fascinated by the way normal humans live their short lives, or having a benevolent attitude and be interested in improving the world in a sweeping sense, without interest in individual humans. They could be still curious and learning in a sort of Dr Who type way, or be engaged in some sort of long ranging project that they’ve been waiting for the technology to be invented for. You can take it in so many directions. The vampire riddled with ennui is just one (rather lazy I think) trope.

Mirintala: Doctor Who is a very good suggestion, covering the range of “I’ve lived too long” to pure childlike glee.

Bina:  I’d like to see immortals who devote centuries of their time into extremely niche topics and fields and becoming absolute experts. Someone who spent their time from 1800-2007 mastering abstract mathematics or the biology of mollusks, being at the cutting edge of the field and seeing new discoveries be made or even making most leaps of discovery themselves. Fields that are constantly changing or very new might interest an immortal, like computer science (new programming languages are always being made, and new practices always come about), or marine biology (still so much at the bottom of the sea we know nothing about!) or emerging technologies that didn’t exist even five years ago. I’d say there’s lots to keep an immortal’s mind sharp in this day and age. 

 Immortals used to repetitiveness and mastering new skills (especially if they’re the type that doesn’t need to sleep or eat) might be at the top charts for every e-sport in the nation. In fact, the video game industry could keep an immortal occupied for a good while, especially competitive games where they’d be put on their toes. 

 Ones who are benevolent with their skills could take on an endless stream of apprentices and interns to share their knowledge, turning out masters of the craft who regularly make history while they remain in the shadows spreading their knowledge. Imagine if an immortal secretly taught DaVinci how to draw! Or divulged secrets that were burned down in the Library of Alexandria. 

 Like MareeB said, you can take it however you want. For an immortal who’s lived millennia, I can see them clicking their tongue or being pissed/disappointed every time they walk into a museum or watch a documentary. “That’s not what those dinosaurs LOOKED like! They’re getting closer with the feathers, but come ON, people…”

Constablewrites:  They’d definitely have a different sense of timescale. They might not even register the presence of individual humans because their lives are so comparatively short. If they feel like exploring something and get engrossed in it, it would be easy for them to spend centuries or even millennia thus occupied. Like, going into a cave under a tiny village to explore an interesting formation and emerging to find the ruins of a massive city.

anonymous asked:

Did you hear about what unfortunately happened to Arryn on Twitter not to long ago? I don't know the details, just that she deleted a threat about BMBLB and I was wondering if you did know anything. Whatever it was that happened its indicative of something toxic in the fanbase. I think it's confirmation bias, what's your guess?

yeah i just woke up to this

from what i can surmise, Arryn went on twitter seemingly confirming what she was reported to have said at a con in the last week or two (’reported’ because someone decided this week was the perfect time to stir up that little shitstorm, and people on here saw it and went after her on twitter over it), and now everyone’s losing their shit, and then people started attacking her for that (just… stop attacking people)

and once again, it’s Arryn fielding the subject alone, just like she was at the con, with no one else from RT there to corroborate or expand on the answer. Arryn was probably trying to clear things up, because she’d seen that no one from RT had gone on record about it and she probably meant well, but she shouldn’t have been the one to make this kind of statement. because we should’ve got this kind of statement a month ago and now RTX is just gonna be a bomb waiting to go off, and all the antis have this to point to and go “ha it’s not happening” “those shithead shippers are toxic”. Arryn unintentionally handed them a stick to beat over other peoples heads (and i can guarantee that some people are elated by this)

Arryn’s also said she hasn’t actually heard the song yet which is… strange, but okay

long and the short; Arryn was trying to do a good thing out of concern (and probably cracking under pressure from, surprise, people who keep hounding her over things she can’t know about), handled it badly and it backfired (and really, Arryn shouldn’t have been fielding these questions in the first place - Arryn’s one of the VAs and aside from having some scraps of foreknowledge, doesn’t know what’s going to happen - this should’ve been directed at Jeff and the writers, or hell, someone who actually works there at RT, instead of going after Arryn)

now, the show itself still has all that set up, that doesn’t change and that’s not gonna be queerbaiting until the show ends

on top of that, we still don’t have direct word from Jeff or the writers about anything regarding this song - so we don’t know if what Arryn has said is wholly correct (and again, VA, not working at RT, how the hell is she gonna know for definite?). she initially said she didn’t know and that she won’t speak for everyone else, but then, presumably after people kept getting at her on it, went back and decidedly ended up speaking for everyone like she did at the con and unleashed the goddamn apocalypse

and honestly with this song, that might not change things either, because now they have it they can still use it (like i’ve said before, Boop was just something Jeff was working on for fun, they didn’t actually ask him to make it, he was just talking about it for a long while before they asked him where it was and he knuckled down and finished it)

and as i said yesterday, Jeff still writes these with foreknowledge of the show, we know it was already in production before the delay. while he might have sprung it on them for this soundtrack thanks to the delay, it’s possible he’d already told Miles and Kerry he had something in mind on this subject, and it was a ‘surprise’ that he brought it to them thanks to the soundtrack delay - because they would still have to clear it to go in at all. and if they can’t be so blind not to anticipate that this would be the reaction to the possibility it means nothing. they wouldn’t have included it at all - told Jeff to release it as a single on its own with a disclaimer that it’s nothing to do with any shows or something, because otherwise they are being ridiculously irresponsible

so right now we’ve got a lot of assumptions and no concrete answers

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose” (Romans 8:28)
The Lord shall turn your trial into a blessing. As you go through the valley of affliction, wait in faith for the day the power of God would be manifest. The Lord’s every move means miracle for you. Dear Friend, Lord Jesus took a humble form just to transform your life and give you eternal life. It is His will to lift the humble. Are you in distress because you have been humiliated? Or are you afflicted with some kind of sickness? Although you don’t have any human help, according to His promise, “One who breaks open the way will go up before you…” (Micah 2:13), the Almighty shall go before you and break open the way for you and enable your horn to be exalted.
God made Hannah sing, “My heart rejoices in the Lord; in the Lord my horn is lifted high” (1 Samuel 2:1). David also sang, “You (God) have exalted my horn..” (Psalm 92:10). Our exalted King Jesus, who sits at God’s right hand, will exalt you in due time and you will rejoice and sing.

Gajevy Week Entry #1

Prompt Day 1: Sexting/Selfie

Rating: NOT FOR CHILDREN. SMUT ALERT. 

I hope you enjoy. This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I really hope it goes and you all like it! Yay for Gajevy!


It started out like any other day, except that for some reason, Levy was feeling really good about herself from the moment she woke up.

That should have been a sign.

It wasn’t that she didn’t deserve to feel good about herself; she enjoyed and reveled in the feeling. It was just that she got a little overconfident.

It was one of those days that her hair did everything right. Her skin was clear and smooth. Her smile wasn’t forced. Her eyes sparkled. She felt pretty. She was pretty. It was such a freeing feeling, and it didn’t come along all that often.

So of course, she had to take a selfie.

And that’s when things got a little out of hand.

The clothes started to come off as she felt a little bit more daring. And in front of her mirror, she posed for the camera in her lacy underwear (that she never wore) and started feeling really sexy.

One photo in particular – it wasn’t in front of the mirror, it was taken from above while she looked flirtatiously up at the camera, biting her lip, and had her free hand running down her bare stomach – was her favorite. She actually managed to look sexy. And that was totally not her style. Her breasts were small, but this bra pushed them up and gave her some cleavage, and that totally added to the appeal of the image.

And then it all went horribly wrong.

She had somehow managed to send the photo to a random number and he had texted her back.

Eh? Who is this?

Levy’s face was red with embarrassment, and then it was flushed with indignation at the next message that came through.

Are you one of them spam hookers? Cos if you are quit texting me.

I AM NOT A HOOKER!

Levy replied instantly before she realized what she had done. She covered her mouth with her hand and groaned, sitting on her bed in her underwear. She had to find someway to diffuse the situation.

I didn’t mean to send the photo. It was an accident.

Some accident. Whatcha doin’ taking photos like that for if you ain’t a hooker?

Levy stared at the screen. Who the hell was this person?

I just felt like it, okay? And where do you get off accusing me of being a hooker? People take photos like this all the time!

Gihi. Do they now? Do you do this often?

Gihi? Was that this person’s laugh? Levy raised her eyebrow, she didn’t understand why she kept texting back.

NO I do not do this EVER.

Then why ya doing it now? I’m not complaining, by the way.

I just told you that, didn’t I? I felt like it.

Levy bit her lip. He wasn’t complaining? Did that mean he liked the photo? She lay back on her bed and hugged her pillow to her chest, staring at her screen. She was talking to a perfect stranger. Why did it feel so… exciting?

That ain’t a real answer.

Levy frowned. Should she? She could… well, she kind of knew how to flirt. She read enough books to know how to flirt. But actually flirting was a whole different thing. But this was a stranger. She could just say whatever she wanted and no one would be the wiser. A sudden thought hit her.

I’ll tell you if you swear you’ll never show anyone that photo, or post it online, or anything that means that anyone other than you EVER sees it. I will hunt you down.

Gihihihi. Trust me, I ain’t sharing this.

A strange sense of relief flooded through her. She didn’t know why, it wasn’t like she could trust him. Was it even a guy?

Are you a guy?

You kidding me? Course I am, Shrimp.

Shrimp?

Ya look short in ya picture.

Levy frowned again. How could he tell she was short in that picture? And Shrimp? Really? What kind of a nickname is that? Strangely, she kind of liked it.

Well, ya gonna answer me?

I felt good today. So, yeah… I took some photos.

You took more? Can I see?

Levy bit her lip. She could feel a strange desire building inside of her. Should she?

Um, maybe. First I want to know about you.

She waited for him to respond. It felt like forever, but it was quick. Less than a minute.

Whatcha wanna know?

Levy thought. His name? What he looked like? Yeah, all of those things. But they seemed so mundane.

Um. Who are you?

Gihi. Gajeel.

“Gajeel,” Levy mused. It was an interesting name.

How old are you?

17. Why do ya wanna know this stuff?

I don’t know. Just makes me feel better that you’re not a complete stranger I guess. You’ve seen me basically naked. It’s weird.

Gihi. It ain’t weird to me. The photo’s fucking hot.

Levy stared at the screen. He was so crude, but it excited her. He thought she was hot?

You think I’m hot?

Nah.

Levy felt dejected.

“Wow,” she whispered. She’d never felt so deflated before. He phone buzzed again.

The photo’s hot. Your more like a fairy. Real cute.

Levy giggled, feeling lighter. He didn’t think she was ugly, he thought she looked like a fairy. It made her smile and she felt that desire welling inside her again. She scrolled through her pictures, thinking that after that comment, he deserved another one. She picked one where she was looking away from the camera. It was just photo of just above her breasts, but she wasn’t wearing a shirt or a bra, and the top of her breasts were slightly outline (because she was pushing them up with her hand). The photo was kind of… alluring, she thought. You could only see her profile, but her neck looks long and her jawline was smooth.

You there?

He had texted her while she was looking through the photos. She grinned, nervous butterflies were flying in her stomach. She sent the picture to him.

One minute went by.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

The nervous butterflies were like a raging storm inside of her now and the nervous anticipation was being replaced by panic. Why wasn’t her texting her back? Did he decide to send the pictures to his friends? The uncertainty was killing her, but she resisted texting him.

She put her face in her pillow. Her phone buzzed and she raised her head so quickly she thought she might have gotten whiplash. It was from him. She opened the message and then dropped her phone.

He had sent her a picture.

And by god, he was magnificent.

Her hand somehow found it’s way to her panties, she rested her fingers on them, not daring to touch herself quite yet but finding it difficult not to. It wasn’t something she’d ever really done before but seeing that picture of him was making her feel things that she hadn’t felt before.

He’d taken the picture from his waist, so it showed his entire abdomen and his face. He had a perfect V coming up from his hips that immediately made Levy want to touch him. He had an eight-pack. It wasn’t a six-pack, it was a damn eight-pack. And his nipples were pierced. Levy’s breath was a sharp intake of absolute and unexpected excitement. His arms and chest were well defined and his jawline was strong. 

Levy suddenly felt inadequate, her petite, soft figure was so unassuming and so impressive compared to his. But the body, that wasn’t the only part of him that she admired. It was his face.

It wasn’t the pretty-boy face that she was used to seeing at school, or the face with boyish good looks. It was a masculine face with a roughness to it that she didn’t know until now that she was attracted to. He had an eyebrow piercing to go with his nipple piercings and dark eyes shadowed by black eyebrows that matched his black hair. Levy could tell that it was long, it was tied back. But she couldn’t see that much of it. But she wanted to.

A buzz alerted her to another message.

Uh, you there?

Levy realized that she had been staring at the picture for five minutes.

Yes.

And?

Levy was desperately trying to think of something to say other than “please have my babies.” It was difficult. Just flirt, Levy. Flirt.

What are you trying to do, sending me that? Seduce me?

Levy sighed. She was not good at this.

Gihihi. Is it working?

Levy’s fingers began to tickle her womanhood through her panties.

Yes 

Was all that she replied. She could feel her heart rate increasing, and her breathing come faster. A pulsing began between her legs. Oh yes, it was working.

Are you playing with yaself? I am.

Levy’s breathing hitched. That was so forward. It made her more excited as she read it over. He was playing with himself, because of her photos.

Yes, I am. 

Levy brushed her fingers up her stomach and slipped them into the hem of her panties, running them down until she was cupping herself.

Tell me what your doing.

Levy blushed slightly as she typed. This wasn’t what she was used to, it wasn’t something she’d ever done before, but she was enjoying. She felt dirty in the best possible way; it was just turning her on more.

My fingers are sliding up and down, playing with my clitoris, while I’m thinking about that photo you sent.

Are you wet?

I’m wet.

Ah, jeez. This is turning me on so fucking much.

Levy closed her eyes for a moment and imagined that Gajeel was with her. She slipped her panties off and had an idea. She grinned.

I just took my panties off.

Ah, fuck.

Somehow, that word just made her feel more provocative.

What are you doing? What are you thinking?

She wanted to know what he was doing. What he was imagining.

I’m thinking about having you here. Your little hands on my cock, me sucking your nipples. 

Levy swallowed as she imagined it. Oh god, her fingers moved faster, building up more tension inside of her.

Oh, god. She texted him. My lips wrapped around your cock, sucking and licking.

Levy had never used the word ‘cock’ before. It made her feel a little embarrassed typing it, but those feelings were overcome with desire and need.

Levy moaned and she slipped two fingers inside of herself, thrusting in and out.

Jesus Fucking Christ.

And then he sent her another picture. It was his hand, wrapped around his dick in all its solid glory. Levy breathed out and her eyes widened when she saw it. She had never been with a guy before, she’d never had sex, never seen a penis in person. But that, that took her breath away and made her ache. It was big, that much she knew. His hand was at its base, but there was still a third of it showing. She could see the wetness at its tip.

Oh, god, Gajeel.

Levy could barely type, she was consumed with a passion and need she’d never know before. She wanted him. This stranger, she wanted to feel him inside of her. Her fingers were thrusting but she knew it wasn’t what she wanted, but it would do.

You’re glorious. I want you inside me.

Fuck, your gonna make me cum.

Levy’s thumb worked her clit as she thrust her fingers inside again and again, she moaned and dropped her phone. Gajeel filled her mind. His strong arms around her, his lips passionately kissing her neck, her stomach and down there. His cock, thrusting itself inside of her.

“Gajeel!” She cried.

Her orgasm came on like fireworks exploding inside of her. She tingled, her legs clenched, her back arched upwards, her toes curled and she panted, moaning his name as the ecstasy spread throughout her body. She laughed when it was over, panting and sweating.

Her phone buzzed.

She opened the message from Gajeel.

Fuck. That was… something else.

Yes, it was.

I should ask your name.

Levy smiled. She caught sight of herself in the screens reflection, her cheeks were pink, and her eyes were shining. She captured the moment with another photo and sent it to him.

I’m Levy.

He sent her a picture similar to hers; he had a devilish grin on his face. They were both satisfied.

We should do this again sometime.

Levy’s toes curled in anticipation. Oh yes, she was definitely going to do this again. She guessed that things getting a little out of hand weren’t always a bad thing.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

There’s A Boy... (Jared Leto x Reader) pt 1

Summary- You are a popular singer, and Jared is your bestfriend. He has a long-term girlfriend, and you have strong feelings for him. You make a new intro to your album, and he wonders who it is about. (I have an unhealthy obsession with Ariana Grande’s intro/interlude, so It’s going to be based it off that… Also, take a listen, it’s amazing.) 

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Voltron Force [BATTLEFRONT] *Special Bundle* RESTOCK

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Don’t Let Me Die Before I Wake

Pairings: Bitty/Kent, Kent/Jack, Bitty/Jack/Kent, Bitty/Jack
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~106k
Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, assassins, near death experiences, minor character death, weapons, angst with a happy ending, lots (and lots) of sex
Summary:  This is the end, Eric thinks. He’s been kidnapped and sentenced to death and this is the end. But well—at least his kidnapper is attractive. He supposes there are worse ways to go.
Author’s Note:
Alternate summary provided by @jacksbits
bitty: *meets a man who is likely to kill him*
bitty: aw shit
bitty: i’d fuck him tho

All (completely accurate plot) jokes aside, this fic is finally done!!! Wow, what a roller coaster. This fic started with the premise of ‘Kent would be a terrible kidnapper, wouldn’t he? haha!’ and completely snowballed into the story you see here. I had most of everything plotted out (minus some of the twists and sex scenes) from the very beginning, but it took way… way longer to get it all out than I thought it would. Thanks so much to those of you who’ve stuck with it this entire time, and for those who might’ve been waiting for it to finish before you started reading—it’s done!!!

Thanks to @yoursummerfrost and @jacksbits both for reading and betaing the whole entire thing for me. There are many others who I screamed at about this for a good chunk of time, and thanks to all of you as well <3

Don’t Let Me Die Before I Wake

(Final Chapter)

Yin & Yang (Taehyung x Reader One shot)

Plot: When you wanted a breath of fresh air and to cry your eyes out at an internship rejection, you never thought it would happen in a remote area during the interval of a Bangtan concert. 

You also never thought Kim Taehyung would help you pick up the pieces. 

You certainly didn’t think he’d keep coming back into your life either. 

No, you never did. But opposites attract right? Fate works in wonders and its time you started to believe in it. 


Words: 6k

Genre: Fluff, some angst. 

AN: @taeniall I want to say thank you for keeping my head up during exams, every time I logged into tumblr you were there to tell me I’d do great and that really does brighten up my day. You know what this fic is about, so with all my heart- this is dedicated to you. 

Originally posted by softykook

The atmosphere at the concert had made you want to go outside to get some fresh air, you loved that you could see Bangtan but the hall was unusually hot for you so you needed to get out during the interval. You didn’t see where you  were going or if it was off limits, but no one seemed to be around your space so you thought it was safe. 

It was a car park, and you were sure you weren’t supposed to be in the car park either. It had restriction signs with threats of prosecution for anyone caught loitering around the fence. You didn’t care at this moment though, you needed to breathe and this air was doing your lungs well. 

You sat down on the curb, taking a deep breath as you closed her eyes. 

You texted your friend to let her know you were just outside getting some air and then checked your emails. It had escaped your attention today was the day you’d be finding out from one of the one internship you desperately wanted. You had worked your ass off to study for those tests and attended the interviews in the hope of landing a life changing opportunity. 

Seeing an inbox from the company, you proceeded to open it. 

A rejection. 

The weight of the implications hit you like  a ton of bricks. This was your shot and you blew it. How else were you going to make it into the reporting world? The road to the rest of your life felt like it had closed. It confirmed your deepest fears: you were a failure. 

You leaned back, taking deep breaths. Tears escaped from your eyes that were shut quicker than you could control and you used your sleeve to wipe them. 

“I don’t think you should be here…” The hairs on the back of your neck froze. This was probably a hallucination. The velvety deep voice, one that you had heard countless times in interviews sounded awfully like-

“K-Kim Taehyung?” You asked yourself, wiping your eyes some more before shooting your head around towards the voice. 

p>“Hi.” You weren’t hallucinating, in the flesh there was Kim Taehyung who you had just seen performing a while ago before the interval. He looked ethereal under the moonlight standing by the door you had entered from. It was like all those high intensity dance moves hadn’t effected him. He looked fresh. 

“I’m so sorry, I’ll get out of your way.” You babbled getting up, but Taehyung caught your arm. 

To your amazement, he was smiling. You thought he’d call security, but he wasn’t- he was calm. You were starting to panic on the inside. What would Kim Taehyung want to do with you holding your arm like that?

Surprised, you looked down at where he held your arm and then back up to Taehyung. His eyes were fixed on you, but seeing the shock in your eyes had made confused. 

“Well I can’t say fans normally run away from me if I say hi to them. “ He smiled a heartbreaking smile. 

You were speechless. “I- I don’t want to disturb you.” You managed to croak out. The longer his arm was on yours, you forgot about the stifling heat of the stadium. You were comforted by the coolness of Taehyung’s hand. 

Taehyung laughed.

“I’ve been coming out here during intervals to look at the stars. I do it before going back to perform. It’s nice to have company sometimes. Plus, you look like you could use it”. He said referring to the redness in your eyes probably.  

“You wanna talk about it?” Taehyung asked, an reassuring smile on his face that made your forget what you were upset about. 

“I don’t want to bother you with my worries. I’m so sorry for just interrupting your space like this.” You said, feeling uneasy about telling Kim Taehyung one of the biggest opportunities of your life had just slipped under your finger tips and made you cry like a baby. 

“How about you tell me about whats bothering you and I’ll tell you some of mine?” He said sitting down right next to you on the curb. 

You had just seen him performing, and now he sat next to you so freely. You were sure he wasn’t like that with other fans. 

“I don’t know…” You admitted, you didn’t want one of your inspirations to think you were a failure. 

“How about you tell me about why you like our music then? We can go from there.” He said smiling. It shouldn’t be normal, but you felt your worries lift off with that smile. 

With a nervous sigh, you decided to step out into the unknown and begin. 

“I started listening to Bangtan after…”

You couldn’t believe you had spent the last fifteen minutes telling Kim Taehyung, (your bias as well) about your life story getting involved with his music. He listened intently, awed at you as much as you were awed at him. You realised he really cared about the fans, wanting to know more about your life. 

“It’s nice to know what you’re- or what you guys are doing. We don’t get to go out that much, so it’s nice to hear.” Taehyung said. 

“I hope you get enough rest, you all work so hard.” You added in, tucking a hair strand behind your ear.

There was a silence before Taehyung broke it. 

“So what is it that you want to do?”

“I think I want to travel, but travel with purpose. A reporter probably, but you know how the world works. It’s about connections for that kind of business and I have none. It’s probably why I got rejected from that internship.” You admitted, letting a bit about yourself come out which was something not everyone saw. But here you were, pouring your inner thoughts out to Kim Taehyung, an idol. 

“Pretty.” He said, and you momentarily froze.

There had to be something going on, NO WAY did Kim Taehyung just call you pretty?

“The views pretty good I’ll say.” You said looking up at the stars to confirm he wasn’t talking about you. There’s no way Kim Taehyung was talking about you, there had to be an ulterior motive. Was this just a fan prank or something? It had to be. 

“The views good too.” Taehyung chuckled. 

“It was nice to meet you Y/N. It’s nice not to be met with screams for once. I wish you every luck in the future.” He then lifted himself up and offered you his hand to grasp. 

You looked up at him. He was ethereal. How was he even holding out his hand for you? You figured it was probably the last time you’d see him and for some reason that hurt. Despite being next to him only for a short time: you felt comfortable. Taehyung also seemed comfortable, which you were sure wasn’t normal for someone who was just meeting a fan.

“What are you thinking about? It makes me curious.” Taehyung said, bending down to your level.

“You’re still young. You’ll figure out your dreams. Someone once told me good things happen to those who wait, so you’ll get your break soon too. You’ll make your connections.” His smile looked determined, if you had known anything about Taehyung from watching him in front of a screen it was that you could tell when he had a hint of mischief in his eyes. 

You let out a smile and took his hand. Taehyung pulled you up and you nearly lost balance and stubbed his toe.

“Oh God I’m so sorry. What if you can’t dance?”. You said panicked. 

Taehyung sighed. “You’ll probably get sued by BigHit.” 

You looked at him with wide eyes. 

“Kidding!” He laughed. You couldn’t help but let out a smile. 

“Smile more. It suits you.” Taehyung said. Your cheeks were on fire. 

“Aren’t you remotely worried I could spread rumours about meeting you?” You asked sceptically after a moment. 

“Not really, You didn’t scream when you saw me, faint, run or look at your phone even once. I trust you.” He said. 

“That’s awfully nice of you. I won’t say anything, promise.” You let out a smile again, and Taehyung beamed. 

“That’s better. How amazing am I, I saw you crying and now you’re beaming.” He laughed, but was interrupted by a buzzer.

“Oh, I have to get back. The show starts in five minutes.” He said.

Oh. It meant it was time to say bye. Bye from someone who had brightened you up instantly. 

“Good luck with everything Bangtan, you’re going to be industry defining.” You said, keeping the smile on. 

“And you, one day you’ll be the reporter who interviews me after I design the Gucci mens collection.”  

You laughed.

“Promise.” 

“Promise.”

Taehyung held out his slender finger and sealed your expectations with a pinky promise. 

If someone had told you an hour ago, that you’d be pinky promising with Kim Taehyung you would have told them the moon had cheese on it. 

Life worked in weird ways, and you’d cherish how you met Kim Taehyung and would keep it a little secret, shared just between you two. 

After saying your goodbyes, you enjoyed the rest of the concert and your friends had noticed a change in your mood. You seemed peaceful. 

“What happened in the car park?” Sa-Jan asked loudly over the music.

“Nothing! The air was just really refreshing. I needed it.” You replied back, but your eyes were focused on Taehyung who had just paused to say something after I NEED U finished.

“I have a message for you all. Whatever you’re doing in life, whatever you want to do: it’ll take time but don’t give up. It’ll get better soon. I promise.” 

The stadium went wild, but it shook you. There had to be something going on behind this all, it didn’t make sense for Kim Taehyung to do this all for you. Maybe he just saw you as a representative of all fans, but then he knew you were different. You tried to get out of his sight when you met him. 

You could see his eyes scanning the audience, and for a split second you could swear they met yours before the intro of RUN started and he went back to his position.

3 months later

Things had gotten better. 

Whilst you didn’t land that coveted internship, you were shadowing a veteran reporter who use to cover some of the biggest stories back in the 80s. Mr Jian had approached you by email after reading some of your work in an old college paper. You graciously accepted the offer, knowing your route to being a good reporter hadn’t shut. 

On your day off from him, you were at home watching a series on netflix when your friend showed up unannounced and screamed how she had gotten you tickets to a fan meet and greet with Bangtan as an early birthday present. 

You gulped. That would mean seeing Kim Taehyung again, the guy who low key inspired most of your works with his message about never giving up. 

“Come on! We can actually meet them in person!” 

The propsect of meeting Taehyung again had you on edge. You couldn’t stop thinking about him for a while after you had met him in the car park those months ago. 

You knew how expensive those tickets were to get, so it would seem ungrateful to turn them down. Yet you were worried Taehyung would forget who you were and just treat you like anybody else. You didn’t want that. A small part of you liked to think he knew you, but as time went by you convinced yourself he probably just saw you as a fan to help out since she was crying. 

You agreed to go to the meet and greet: for your friend, and you would meet the rest of Bangtan too which wasn’t an opportunity to just pass up like that. Taehyung’s possible forgetfulness be damned. 

As soon as it was your turn to see Taehyung, he smiled brightly to your surprised. 

“Y/N!” He even remembered your name. 

Once again he looked ethereal, but you noticed Jungkook shooting a shook look at how Taehyung had called you by his name before pressing his lips in contemplation and turning back to his fan. 

The inner fangirl inside knew this would be caught on camera.

“My friend got me early birthday tickets to come here. I wanted to say hi.” You said smiling, realising you had over analysed the whole thing before. Taehyung didn’t forget you. 

“Hi.” Taehyung simply said smiling.

“Hi.” You said back, a smile on your face too like you had just met an old friend and were waiting to hug them.

Given the lack of contact between you two, no holding hands or teasing- it must have looked weird to everyone else. 

Taehyung picked up on that, so entwined your hands with his. 

“Room 555. That’s where I’m going to be in an hour. Wait for me. The passwords 1221.” He said keeping up appearances with twirling your hands around. 

“Your hands are so small!” He matched his long slender fingers up to your petite ones in comparison. It looked like he was doting on you, like all the others were doting on the girls in line. It wouldn’t raise questions. 

You played up too, resting your head on the table in embarrassment. 

Taehyung laughed and you were about to say something else but a staff member hurried you across to Jungkook. 

You gave a last knowing smile to Taehyung before meeting with the maknae. 

Jungkook looked at you in contemplation. The smart cookie (no pun intended) picked something up. 

He also entwined his hand with yours in an act but narrowed his eyes out on  you, a smirk on his face.

“Y/N.” Jungkook said your name, earning a short glance from Taehyung.

“Are you Taehyungshi’s new friend?” He teased, making sure Taehyung heard. 

“Why, are you worried I’ll take your place?” You joked back. 

Jungkook smiled a cheesy smile before saying ‘shhhhh…’ and left you confused. 

He turned the conversation into a usual fan-idol one, and you realised you had forgotten to appreciate the maknae. Jungkook and you managed to joke around, but there was a curious tone lacing his voice. He wanted to know how Taehyung knew you. 

Soon enough, you were ushered to finish and that was the end of your meet and greet. All of them were lovely, but it was difficult to say you didn’t have a real attraction to Kim Taehyung. He was  

Your friend still had time until her visit though, so when she was in que you managed to find the entrance to the set of rooms and push a password in. You wandered until you found the room Taehyung had asked you to find, but didn’t need to look far as you were pulled in by a familiar arm.

“Hey you!” Taehyung decided to embrace you in his arms so casually. 

“How are you doing?” He asked.

“Good. I’m shadowing one of the oldest veteran reporters in the country, which is weird since I had no idea how she managed to find out-” You momentarily had looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, which was plastered in a smirk.

No, he wouldn’t do that. It was impossible. 

Your mind flashed back to the mischief you saw in his eyes when he said not to worry a few months back.

“No, why would you do this?” You asked, surprised that he went to those  lengths to get your recognised. 

“I know some people, it’s no big deal. I’ve been reading your stuff for the past month too- it’s really good!” 

You blushed. Your recent stuff had been following the kpop world and you did an article on Bangtan where you admitted Taehyung was your bias. 

You cradled your head in your hands embarrassed. 

“This is so embarrassing! How much did you read?” You asked peeking out of your hands.

“I may or may not have read the part where you said Kim Taehyung stole your heart a while ago, but you’re going to try and give a balanced over view of Bangtan none the less.” Taehyung chuckled, a bright smile on his face. 

“Stole your heart, hey?” He teased.

You were mortified. 

“I think anyone who steals your heart deserves to at least be able to take you out for coffee, right?” 

How you had the courage to agree to coffee with Taehyung, you never knew. Yet, it was safe to say it began the start of something new. 

Your coffee date was a week later, and Taehyung had managed to book a private booth where you both got to know each other. 

“Isn’t it weird to just ask a fan out for coffee like this?” You asked honestly, finishing your macchiato. 

“I think we were past the fan-idol stage when you poured your heart out to me.” Taehyung admitted.  

“Are, we friends then?” You asked, trying to keep your calm inside.

“Friends.” He confirmed, but with a familiar look of mischief in is eyes. 

Coffee dates with Taehyung became a regular thing from then on, but the life of an idol began to take its toll on you as well. 

Rumours had emerged of Taehyung dating a member of a girls group but you didn’t want to press too much on it, that was until his phone kept on ringing when you were having coffee with him.

“Answer it, it must be important.” You re-assured him that you were okay with it. 

For once, Taehyung seemed annoyed as he picked up his phone. 

“Hello?…Hi…I’m actually kind of busy, what- no, you followed me?..No, I’m not angry but, okay, okay, yeah it’s cool we’re at the back booth.”

Taehyung mouthed he was sorry to you over the phone, but you weren’t quite catching on until he put the phone down.

“I’m sure you’ve..probably heard the rumours.’ Taehyung looked uncomfortable around you for once. 

“I’ve seen some of them.” You admitted. 

“I kind of…am ‘dating’ Eun from YIU.” Taehyung said. 

“It’s more to help their albums sell, BigHit and their company did a small scale merger.” Taehyung was the one bumbling for once, as he tried to justify himself to you.

“It’s okay Tae.” You said, repressing that the rumours were technically true. You shouldn’t have raised your hopes up in the first place anyway in the back of your mind. Kim Taehyung was an idol, and you weren’t. You were just a fan he helped out and made a friend out of in the process. There was nothing more to these coffee dates.

You smiled at him, because if anything you learnt from Taehyung that a smile can be deceiving. 

Your brief moment of silence was interrupted by none other than Eun. In other circumstances you would have been ecstatic to meet her, but YIU never really held your appeal that much so you were much more calm. You bowed your head to her in respect, but you decided not to like her the moment she gave you a once over and didn’t acknowledge you politely.

“Taeeeeeeshi you know you’re not supposed to be seen with any other girls!” Eun screeched, stomping her expensive heels on the floor. 

Taeeshi? You internally rolled your eyes. 

Taehyung chuckled in awkwardness. “This is my friend Y/N, we don’t have anything to worry about.” Taehyung tried to justify himself and Eun gave you a stinging look from the corner of her eyes.

“How about you sit down? We can all have coffee together.” He said, offering Eun a place to sit on his side of the sofa but instead she decided to plant herself on his lap. 

You were boiling inside, and you knew there was no reason to. Taehyung wasn’t yours. You shouldn’t feel a claim on him. 

“You know what I think it’s time for me to leave. Enjoy your date guys. Nice to meet you Eun.” You said getting up and grabbing your purse. 

“Y/N- wai-” Taehyung was cut of by Eun who had just kissed him on the cheek. 

“Smile!” She then took a selfie of Tae’s dazed face with her lips on them. 

“Aish, good riddance. I thought she was going to stay here. Now, we were talking about a collabo-” 

You blocked out Eun’s obnoxious voice from your head and walked out the coffee place as fast as you could. Outside, you hailed a taxi and got in giving the driver your address. On the ride home you decided you didn’t have to make things awkward, because then Taehyung would think you got the wrong message. You were just a fan. A fan.

You convinced yourself there was nothing more. 

A week and a half later, your responded to the incessant banging on your apartment door ready to scream at whoever thought they could do that. 

“Hey, this isn’t-” You pre prepared response was cut short by the sight of a disheveled Taehyung. 

“You haven’t been picking up my calls for a week now. I had to go through concert records to find out where you live.” He said holding up a bunch of documents. 

“ Do you have an explanation?” Taehyung’s voice was octaves lower than usual, which meant he was pissed off. A rare sight. 

A scary rare sight. 

“There’s no explanation. You’re busy with your girlfriend.” You said, but it was impossible to hide the hint of annoyance in your voice. 

Taehyung chuckled lowly, taking an uninvited step into your apartment and shutting the door behind him.

“Is this what’s this about?” He asked, picking up on how you couldn’t hide your annoyance. 

“No. It’s not.” You lied through your teeth looking away from him.

Taehyung sighed. 

“I was going to wait. But I think I have to do this now.”

Your face was touched by Taehyung’s cool hands as he tilted your head towards him, cradling your face. He took two steps forward, right up to you and bore his eyes into yours. 

You gazed back, dumbfounded. 

Did you want this?

Yes, you did. 

But did you want it whilst he was with someone else, even if it was staged?

No. 

Reason wasn’t cooperating with you right now, you could smell the cool mint from his breath and his eyes that were searching your face frantically.

“So beautiful.” 

He had a knack for adding more fire to your cheeks. 

With inches to spare from his lips coming into a delicious contact with yours, you tilted your head to the other side and took hold of Taehyung’s writs which had gently cradled your head.

“Not like this. You’ll regret it.” You whispered.

“Why? Do you think I’ll just have you and then go on living my life, Y/N? After all our time together, I thought you knew me a little better.”Taehyung protested.

“You’re with someone else, Taehyung”.

“See? Eun is the problem then.” He re-confirmed his earlier suspicion.

There was a pause, as you tried to become fascinated with the marble of the floor and Taehyung sighed in frustration. 

“She’s just a company thing, I swear! There may have been some flirting at first but it’s only because I’m oblivious to these things!”. Taehyung defended himself. 

You knew his excuse was right, it was just a company thing and Taehyung really couldn’t tell if he was being too friendly with people. It didn’t stop making you feel bad though. Like you were connected, Taehyung picked up on your sadness.

“A few months ago, I saw you crying and just wanted to find out what was wrong before walking you back to the concert. Then, you looked so frightened I couldn’t help but stay with you a little longer. I realised that I really liked the sound of your voice, how calm you were and how I wanted to fix how hopeless you sounded. That’s when I wanted to be around you. So yes, I did get you that job with a veteran reporter but I don’t regret it one bit. It sent you my way again and that’s made me even more happy than I’ve ever been. I’m not about to lose you to some stupid company relationship Y/N.” The seriousness in Taehyung’s voice and eyes was a rare sight. 

“I hate you Kim Taehyung. You made me fall in love with you.” You said lowly, not caring you had just admitted how much you liked Taehyung. 

You were polar opposites. Taehyung was bubbly, sweet and optimistic. You were collected, sceptical and probably walked around with a confused look on your face most of the time- or so you were told.

You were Yin and Taehyung were Yang. It was either going to work or crash into a million pieces. 

“I can’t say I hate you. I could never hate someone like you.” Taehyung just re-confirmed your yin yang theory. His optimism shined out. 

“I love you, and this is going to work out.” Taehyung re-assured you with a sweet smile. 

“What about your company girlfriend?”You asked.

“It’ll clear up. I know it will. Watch their albums sell a few, and then it’ll all be over.” Whatever Taehyung said seemed to calm you down instantly.

You smiled. 

“I’m sorry for being such a drama queen.” 

“It’s okay, you’re my drama queen.”

The rest of the night saw Taehyung become introduced to the most intimate place in your life: your home. This new development with Taehyung was probably the most intense, the knowledge that both of you liked each other made you see how adorably extra Taehyung was. 

After watching a movie, you made him dinner and he sat on the kitchen counter eager to taste what you were making.

“You know you can’t do that stuff to me until you break up with her?” You clarified, making sure Taehyung knew that encircling you from behind couldn’t happen just yet.

“It’s not like I’m in a real relationship…” He said, dangerously close to the silver of your neck. 

“If this is you now, what are you going to be like when we’re together?” You asked yourself out loud. 

“Why, you scared?” Taehyung’s voice was octaves lower, his lips still close to your neck.

“Petrified.” You said pessimistically, even though you were excited on the inside. 

Kim Taehyung was ethereal, and you still couldn’t quite believe he wanted you. 

“You better be.” Taehyung finished before backing away back to his seat on the counter. 

Dinner was served, and Taehyung ate eagerly letting you know how much he enjoyed the food. You were awed by how natural everything felt with him. Dinner passed smoothly, sometimes you ate in a comfortable silence, with other moments of Taehyung making you laugh and vice versa. 

After dinner you put the dishes away in the dish washer and found Taehyung messing around with your stereo system and area.

“Wow, you sure are a number 1 fan.” He said, holding out all your Bangtan CD’s. 

“The best. You know, Jungkook was my bias at first.” You teased. 

Taehyung growled in response, and you threw your head back in laughter. “Only for two months. Then you came along and I couldn’t stop looking at you. You ruined me.”

Taehyung approved of your response, shooting you a heartbreaking wink. 

He turned on the stereo and a slow song started to play. 

“You can say sorry by dancing with me.” Taehyung said.

“I can’t dance.” You made known. 

“No girlfriend of mine won’t be able to dance.” He sighed playfully, stalking towards you. 

Reluctantly, you agreed because you figured he’d get bored or hurt after you stubbed his toe. Taehyung put his arms on your hips whilst you rested yours on his shoulders.

“Ready? 1,2,3…” Taehyung tried to re-assure you. The music started to pick up slowly, and he started to lead but you were hopeless at following.

“I’m not an idol, Tae! I can’t just waltz out of the blue.” You laughed, but Taehyung was taking none of it.

He playfully sighed. 

“What am I going to do with you? Put your feet on my toes.” Taehyung’s smart idea was to lift you up to dance. He was beaming down at you and your heart nearly stopped.

“Stop dazzling me.” You whispered. 

“Why don’t you stop?” He taunted back.

Playful bickering became a part of your relationship. Eventually things worked in your favour, as Taehyung’s optimism seemed to have positive effects. Things got better for you, you rose up the ranks in the reporting world slowly and Taehyung had managed to be your rock. Little did you know, you were equally a rock for him. You didn’t realise it, but Taehyung did. You were the only one he would call up at 3am, or advise him on what the best thing to do was, or make him feel better with just a knowing look. 

Yin and Yang, both in sync together. 

You had managed to keep your relationship quiet for a long time, but two years down the line you were now a reporter known around and Taehyung had just launched his collection with Gucci on the side. 

The emotions hit you when you realised you were the one assigned to interview him, because this is what you had said would happen one day.

During the interview, you thought things went smoothly. Though, everything went smoothly with you and Taehyung because you were a couple of two years now. You couldn’t pick up on the small flirtations and bickering that went along during your interviews: but everyone else did. 

You didn’t realise it until you watched a clip on YouTube labelled ‘Taehyung x Y/N”.

“So, Gucci Kim Taehyung?” Your voice echoed from the screen, even your body language on camera looked way too comfortable. Your smile was the most natural, and Taehyung had a knowing smirk on his face too. 

Anyone with a brain would know something was up.

“Gucci.” Taehyung simply said with an adoring smile. 

His stare on screen towards you was smoldering, and it was probably because the first time you saw him after his tour was at the interview and not at home. 

“What inspired you to collaborate with Gucci?” You asked. 

“Well, I once met a girl and she just got Gucci on my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about h- I mean Gucci.” 

Taehyung had made game over at this point, because camera you had looked down smiling.

“That’s a mighty inspiration.” You reply.

“I hope Gucci continues to inspire you.” Camera you peeked above from her eyelashes. 

“They do. In many ways, every single time of the day. Very passionate.” 

Camera you blushed at Taehyung’s voice and slight revelation about your love life. 

Watching the interview back, you cringed because it was a very private moment. You were surprised your company decided to air it. SNS had started to  blow up with theories on who you were to Taehyung too. 

You called Taehyung out of being anxious. 

“Gucci inspiration, baby? Seriously!” You yelled down the phone.

Taehyung laughed loudly. 

“Have you seen SNS? I think it’s time we come out clean.” He said, which earned you a nervous feeling in your stomach.

“You do?”

“It’s been 2 years, I’d really like to show you off to the world and you’d probably like to stop seeing those advances from douche’s at work who think you’re single.” 

You agreed, but were worried about the reactions that would come out of it. 

“Fine, I’m okay with it. If you are.” You clarified.

“Perfect, I’ll have a statement published later today. I’ll see you at dinner baby, okay?”. 

You gave your love to Taehyung and then hung up. 

The statement never came out though, which had you worried. Maybe Taehyung had changed his mind and wanted to keep things under wraps but it would be difficult for you though because the theories would continue. They were pilling up on your twitter too behind all other posts. 

That night, when you were about to ask Taehyung about the statement after dinner you were surprised to see him say he wanted to take you out on a drive. You knew Taehyung was probably exhausted from all his work today but agreed seeing he was so persuasive. 

“Where are we going?” You asked sweetly, in the hopes he would tell you.

“Trust me.” Those were the only two words that came out of his mouth. Taehyung even made you close your eyes as he put a blindfold on you. This was exciting, but surprises made you more anxious. 

The car stopped, and you asked if you could take the blindfold off. 

“Not yet, just follow my lead.” He said as he took your arm out of the car and lead you towards wherever he was taking you.

The cool night air here felt familiar. 

“Okay, open.” He took the blindfold off and you looked around to see where you were.

Noticing the curb on the floor and the moon shining right above both of you, you realised where you were. Taehyung and you had first met here in this car park. 

“Y/N.” Taehyung announched, and you ripped your eyes away from the moon to him. He wasn’t in front of you but was down on the floor on- one knee.

Oh my goodness, you thought.

“Thank you for being my guiding light for these past two years. You’ve always said how lucky you were to have met me, but I feel like I’m the lucky one. I’ve always been the lucky one here, and I’ll be the happiest man on earth if that’s even more possible if you do the extraordinary honour of being my wife.” 

Your hand found its way to your mouth as you held back your gasp. You were in the exact position that Taehyung had offered his hand to you to lift up, and two years later you were here again. 

“Yes.” You said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” You were the one now to pull Taehyung up to his suprise and kiss him boldly. 

“Let me put the ring on you, silly.” He said before breaking out of the kiss. 

“Ah, my beautiful future wife.” Taehyung beamed, lifting you up the ground. 

You wiped some of the stray tears that had escaped your eyes. 

“Let’s get that statement out new: The reason why Kim Taehyung is so infatuated with Y/N the reporter is because she’s his fiancee.” Taehyung said, which made you realise why he didn’t put out a statement earlier. He was planning to propose. 

Taehyung, always full of surprises. 

Two years ago, you were a mess. That mess began to clear up meeting someone you never would have dreamed of. Two years later, you were less of a mess and still had a long way to go: but you knew one thing, with Taehyung- you could go anywhere.

Your beginning had only just started. 

The End

AN: I loved writing this, writing after exams with no guilt is the best feeling. I’m thinking about having a Taehyung’s POV- we really don’t know what he was thinking apart from what he says here do we?

This marks the start of a lot of fic updates over the summer guys!

Easy as 1, 2, 3

Pairing: Emily x Reader

Requested by anon: Heya I would like to request a Domme!Prentis x Reader fic, please :)

I definitely see Prentiss being this naughty in the bedroom. Major smut ahead you guys, so be warned (or just be pleased i mean).  

I’m going to start linking my masterlist, because I see a lot of people messaging me for the link after I post something, so I hope this will just be easier for everyone, as it sure will be easier for me.  Anyways, back to Emily and some fun smutty activities with our fave unit chief who is totally a freak in the sheets hehe

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Y/N sighed as she stepped into her apartment that she shared with her girlfriend.  Emily was already home, no doubt.

“Em!” she shouted into the apartment, throwing her bag onto the ground and hanging up her coat.  “I’m home!”

When there was no reply, Y/N’s brows furrowed.  Emily’s car was in its spot in the parking garage, she was definitely home.

Walking towards the kitchen, Y/N hummed to herself, thankful it was the weekend and she didn’t have to go back to her stressful job until Monday.  She worked as a temp at the Bureau, basically as an intern for everyone at the bottom of the food chain in the FBI.  Once her temporary internship was over, though, she’d be able to work her way up towards where she wanted to be: with Emily at the BAU.  But good things come to those who work hard and have patience.

She opened the fridge,  getting out a bottle of beer and cocking it open against the edge of the counter and taking a large swig into her mouth.

“Emily?” she asked towards the bedroom, wondering where the heck she was.  Usually when she was forced to stay later at the Bureau, Emily would wait on her, but today, her girlfriend was quick to get the heck out, leaving her behind in a rush for some reason.

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Oh Give Me a Home (Ch. 1)

Banner by the incredible (bestie) @ladydracarysao3!!! 

Rating: E for Explicit/NSFW Content (Eventually)

Check it out on AO3.

Sheriff Cullen Rutherford is a man of simple needs. He desires only a roof over his head, a bed to sleep in, food to eat, and a job to do. All of these needs are met in Val Sable in the Western Approach. That is, until a murder brings fledgeling druffalo rancher, Miss Dahlia Trevelyan, into town on the one o'clock stagecoach. Educated, beautiful, and as ladylike as they come, her presence turns his needs on their ear.

With the fate of an entire town twisted up in the mess that brought Dahlia into his life, Cullen wonders if he can become the man everyone needs. He prays he can become the man Dahlia Trevelyan needs.

Welcome, fair reader, to my Old West/Wild West AU!!! I’ve had this one stuck in my head for a while now, and now seemed as good a time as any to put the first bit of it out there for @cullenappreciationweek‘s Day 6! I hope you have as much fun reading this as I have writing it!!! <3


Chapter 1:

The weight of the six-shooter on Cullen’s hip grounded him. He rested his right hand on his belt, fingertips brushing against that dark metal and ivory handle. A part of him hated standing out in the heat and the dust waiting for the daily stagecoach, though he did it every afternoon like clockwork.

He stood there, sweating under his hat, the wide brim of which bore the small mercy of keeping the sun from his amber eyes. He could feel more sweat beading under his arms, and he shuffled his stance to prevent the moisture from touching the smaller pistol tucked against his ribcage. The windless heat bore down on him like an old corpse, rank and heavy and stale. His office would not be much better when he returned. It would have even less airflow, if that was possible. He could not voice these complaints, however. Such was the nature of Solace in the Western Approach. Such was the nature of midday in the summer months. Such was the nature of his position as Sheriff of Val Sable, a small city named for its expanse of sand. Fitting.

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I used to love that “hurr durr thomas edison was a witch and technology is scary” reaction, because it seemed to capture a fear and willful ignorance from older generations, determined not to see good in new technologies. 

I’ve grown to hate it because throwing out that phrase now immediately shuts down conversations on here. Underneath a post that may have fair points about the detriments of the world’s current use of technology will be the “hurr durr” phrase and a bunch of comments angrily arguing that technology is essential for various reasons. Some of those reasons are good! Current technology provides options and access to those with disabilities, it unites friends and family who are geographically far apart, it facilitates storage and retrieval of information with unprecedented and breathtaking ease. All good things! 

I work at a college. It’s a fairly regular experience for students to walk into me while they’re looking at cell phones. It’s almost a game - you see them walking toward you, and you wait to see if they ever notice you. I’ve started loudly saying “Excuse me” - sometimes they might look up and swerve, but usually not. Almost everyone who works here has experienced that. Faculty and staff both report students unable to carry on conversations without looking at their phones. Students can’t seem to stop texting in class, in the theatre, during on-campus jobs, even in disciplinary meetings. 

Look at airports, public transportation stations, cafeterias, a sidewalk - at some point, you will see wave after wave of people staring at their phones. (Interestingly, airports are also where I see the most number of people reading books.) Go to a concert, and see the sheer number of tiny screens recording the event. I do the same thing - it’s great to have videos and pictures of events! I do wonder if my constant drive to film and take pictures takes away from the experience. Do I feel that something is less real, less mine if I don’t capture it? Why is that? Should I continue enabling that?

It’s not that cell phones or current technology are inherently bad; techne means tool, so these devices can be used for any number of positive or negative ends and intentions. There can be demonstrably negative effects of technology overuse, such as lower retention of information read on screens, as well as revolutionary levels of access and interaction with resources for those with disabilities, for scholars, for those embarrassed to ask other people for help, for those in low income areas, for those who are simply curious. 

When people articulate frustration, mockery, or fear of cell phones and the like, I think what those people see is an inability not to use these tools. Sure, some people are ignorant about these issues and loudly mock anyone they see using a cell phone. That is obviously wrong. Adding “lmao hurr durr fire is scary and thomas edison is a witch” can be just as dismissive and ignorant, and avoids the opportunity for honest self-reflection about how you use technology. 

Preference: Their First Date with You.

requested


Darry:
Darry kept it simple for the first date. He just made you dinner at his place. It wasn’t much but it was perfect for you.

You had been talking to Darry for a couple of months before he finally asked you out. You both had liked each other since you first met but he always claimed he was to busy to date and that disappointed you but you stayed his friend. You weren’t sure what had changed but one day Darry finally asked you out on a real date and invited you over for dinner just the two of you.

When you got to the Curtis house you noted that it was oddly neat and quiet there. Darry had let you in and he took you to the kitchen. He was dressed nice and you smiled when you saw that the table was set and there was a bottle of wine on the table.

“This looks nice..” You smiled shyly.

“Oh you know.. It’s not much but..” Darry was smiling and looking a bit nervous.
“No. It’s perfect.” You replied and took his hand gently in yours.

He pulled out your chair for you and put the food he had cooked on your plate. Dinner was really nice between the two of you and you sat talking for a really long time. Eventually his brothers came home and you went to say goodbye to Darry but Ponyboy begged you to stay and play cards with them so you did. You all sat around the living room table on the floor and played a couple of rounds of poker. Eventually Ponyboy fell asleep leaning against the couch and Darry stood to carry him to bed promising to drive you home after.

Once you pulled up to your house Darry opened the car door for you and just sort of stood there. You waited a bit expectantly but after an awkward pause you just waved a bit.

“Bye..” you murmured and turned to go but quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back for a gentle kiss. After you pulled away you could feel that your cheeks had gone a it read and even Darry looked a bit flustered but both of you were grinning.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” He smiled and kissed your cheek before going off.

Sodapop:
Sodapop took you dancing for your first date. You were a bit shy at first but once you saw how much fun he was having you started having a blast too and you danced all night.

You were intimidated by Sodapop Curtis. Every girl in town would die for a chance to go on a date with him but some how he asked you out and the next thing you knew the first date was approaching. You were newer to town and didn’t know much about him. You thought he was just another pretty face and you weren’t really keen on dating someone who dropped out of school to work at a gas station but then your friend told you he did to help take care of his brothers after his parents died. After that you had a new appreciation for him and when he asked you out you were a bit shocked but you agreed.

He picked you up from your house and rove you to a bar where the music could be heard from the outside. You immediately were even more nervous than before due to the fact that you didn’t know how to dance. Once you were inside you were surprised to see Sodapop ignore the bar as most guys your age drank. Instead he immediately pulled you out on the dance floor. You stood pretty still while he seemed to get into it right away. That song ended and he took your hands.

“Are you alright?” he asked nervously “Was this a bad idea?”

“No I just.. I don’t really know how to dance..” you admitted shyly.

Sodapop grinned immediately. His smile made your heart beat a little faster. “I’ll show you.” he promised.

And he did show you. You two danced for hours and when it was finally time to go home you both wanted to stand outside for a bit to let the night air cool you off. You two took the time cooling down and then driving home to talk. You learned more about his brothers and friends and you admired the way he spoke so highly of them. You were a bit hesitant on opening up about your life but Sodapop had a great way of listening and making you feel comfortable. His hand never left yours the whole way there and he gave you a quick kiss when you finally were home.

Ponyboy:
Ponyboy took you on a picnic for your first date. Nothing to elaborate but it was nice to sit outside on such a nice day and be able to talk to him.

Ponyboy had put together a simple lunch of peanut butter sandwiches, chips, and strawberries. He was so eager when you found him at the park he asked you to meet him at. He had the food all laid out on the blanket he brought and he was in a spot perfect for the sun to warm you up. You had a good view of all the people too.

He stood up to hug you when you got there and then you sat down to eat pretty silently. After a while Ponyboy started talking about the people in the park. You liked to listen to him because you found the way he described people and talked about the things he observed to be intriguing. He had a way of wording things that was really intriguing to you. He talked for a while then stopped mid sentence getting flustered.

“I’m talking to much aren’t I?” He asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’m sorry. My brother always says I say to much.”

“He’s wrong.” You tell him. “I like listening to you talk.”

“You sure?” he asked and you nodded. It turned more into a conversation after that. Asking each other  questions back and forth and you had a really nice time learning more about Ponyboy. The sun started to set and you both watched it silently. You watched him out of the corner of your eye enjoying the thoughtful look on Ponyboy’s face. After that he walked you home and hugged you gently once you were at your front door. You watched him walk away wishing Monday would come faster so you could see him again at school.

Two-Bit:
Two-Bit would simply take you to the drive in theater. He would put a blanket in the back of his truck for you guys to stay warm while watching the movie and he would definitely buy one of every snack for you two to share. After the movie would end you two wouldn’t want to say goodbye quite yet so he’d drive to some parking lot so you two could sit in the back of the truck again and talk. You wouldn’t realize you had been talking all night until the sun came up.

“That did not actually happen.” You said laughing at a story that Two-Bit had just told you. You two had been sharing stories with each other all night. He had picked you up from your house for a movie but once it ended you both weren’t ready to say goodnight. Instead of bringing you home he had drove over to the high school and simply parked in the parking lot. The two of you moved to the bed of the truck and sat next to each other with the blanket wrapped around you just like at the movies. You had got to talking and didn’t even realize how much time had been passing. Hours felt like minutes with the two of you.

You then noticed the sun started to rise over the trees in the distance and your eyes widened a bit. “We stayed out all night.” you stated and Two-Bit turned to look.

“Well shoot..” He laughed then turned back to you. “I guess I outta bring you home then.. I wouldn’t want your parents to worry.”

You just smiled a bit at him. “They won’t miss me.”

Two-Bit smiled back at you and then took you out to breakfast. He only brought you home that afternoon because you both couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. Before you walk into your house you kissed his cheek gently.

Dally:
Dally would take you out for milkshakes on your first date. You’d probably both have a couple of them and share a plate of french fries. After that he’d probably take you to meet the guys or to Buck’s for a drink if you wanted one.

You had been having a nice evening so far with Dally. You were nervous at first having heard all about his reputation and you knew what most people around thought of him but there was something about the sheepish look in his eyes that made you say yes when he asked you out. You were surprised when he took you to the local ice cream shop for milkshakes. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it wasn’t this. You both shared a couple of milkshakes with each other and a plate of fries. You found it funny that the first thing you both did was dip a french fry in the milkshake.

The date was going well so far. You were doing most of the talking which worried you at first but Dally surprised you again when he seemed to be listening to everything you were saying, and even asked you questions. Things were going great until some guys came over to you while you went outside to wait for Dally who was inside at the counter paying. You weren’t really listening to what they were saying but you figured it wasn’t any good. One of them put their hand on your shoulder and the next thing you knew Dally had knocked that guy to the ground. The shop owner was outside immediately threatening to call the cops and all of those guys scattered and Dally took your hand to lead you away. He held your hand but you didn’t hold his back. You were a bit shocked at what you had just saw. Dally seemed to notice that you were holding back because he stopped walking.

“Look.. I’m sorry, doll. I just don’t like the way they were looking at you alright. And you looked scared.”

“I’m more scared now.” you said to him and he looked down. He was silent for a moment before he looked back up at you.

“I really am sorry, Y/N. The last thing I want is to scare you off y’know? Let me make it up to you. My friends are having a fire tonight you could come with me. All their girls will be there too, okay? So no fighting.”

You didn’t want to. You really hated fighting and you didn’t particularly like that this boys first instinct was to hit someone like that without even asking what was going on but when you looked at him you saw that look in his eyes again. It melted something inside of you so you reached out to hold his hand lightly and he was silent while you two walked over to the lot. All his friends were sitting around a big fire there and he was right, most of them had their girlfriends with them. Seeing those other girls helped you calm down a bit and after a quick round of introductions you and Dally sat down. They all seemed preoccupied in their own conversations so you turned to look at Dally. You asked him questions about his own life and he would only answer a few but the answers he gave were enough to draw you in even more.

He walked you home that night. You had his jacket on and you were holding hands lightly again. Once you got to your house Dally seemed unsure of what to say. He didn’t want the evening to have been ruined just because he lost his temper a bit at some creep and he really wanted to see you again. You broke the silence and answered his unspoken question.

“I think I’m gonna hold on to this,” You said running your hands down the front of the jacket. “I gotta have something to show people I’m your girl right?”

Dally immediately smiled at that and leaned forward to kiss you deeply.

Steve:
Steve always wanted to make a really good first impression on a first date so he usually saved up for a while so he could go all out with flowers and a nice dinner.

You sat in Steve’s car with him while it was parked outside your house. Your hands were holding each other tightly and were resting on the seat between you two. You’re free hand kept running up and down the stem of the rose he had given you at the start of the night and your mind kept running over what an absolute gentleman he had been. You heard bad things about boys like him and thinking about it now made you angry. People always say that greaser boys were no good but Steve had been nothing but an absolute gentleman to you that night. Your first date had been to one of the nicer restaurants in town and you know that that couldn’t have been cheap.

You glance over to him and see that he was smiling. “You didn’t have to do all that you know?” you say “I really like you.”

“Yea and I really like you,” He said “And I think you deserved the best.”

“Well thank you..” you smiled back at him. “I should probably head inside..” you said though you made no move to leave.

“Y/N?” Steve murmured as his thumb ran gently up and down the side of your hand. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded a bit at him and he leaned forward to give you a gentle kiss. It was quick but you swore you never had anything like that before in your life. You were miserable that you had to leave him but you promised you’d see each other the next day. The second you were inside you put the rose in water and put it next to your bed so that you could look at it and replay the night in your head before going to bed.

Johnny:
Johnny would take you to see some band that was in town. They weren’t anyone famous, probably just some high school band from a few towns over, but the music wasn’t bad and you’d get in for cheap. He would meet you at your house and you’d take your time walking there so you could talk. He would hold your hand the whole night.

“I’m sorry it ain’t really anything fancy, Y/N.” Johnny apologized as he and you walked to the place that the band was performing. He had just told you what he had planned for the night and you were excited.

“What are you talking about, Johnny?” you ask.

“I just mean I’m sorry I can’t take you to a nice restaurant or something more romantic.” He said.

You just shook your head and squeezed his hand gently. You leaned over to kiss his cheek before replying. “You’re here. That’s all I need.” you say.

Johnny had nothing to worry about and you knew it. On the walk there you two were able to really get to know each other and on the walk home you talked about the music you had just listened to.

“Did you have fun?” Johnny asked once you were back at your house.

“It was the most fun I’ve ever had.”

“Really?” Johnny smiled.

“Yes. Now shush and kiss me okay?” You laughed and so he did.

Jisoo as your Boyfriend

Originally posted by jishooua

Request: Can I request Joshua as your bf? If it hasn’t been done yet?

A/N: It has not! I hope you enjoy and sorry for the long wait~ p.s. i know i change the layout of this so much but deal with it


- okay ofc you guys know he is the most gentlemanly gentleman that ever was

- yet you somehow manage to make him even more like that????

- literally everyone notices how much more polite and calm he is when you’re around

- so seventeen tries to keep you around as much as possible

- only the cheesiest of pda

- hand/forehead/cheek kisses, backhugs, linking pinkies when you walk

- the whole 9-yards

- singing you to sleep

- singing to you all the time tbh

- being best friends with the hyung line and vernon

- speaking in English all the time

- him helping you with your fluency in Korean

- conversations where you both unknowingly switch between English and Korean and everyone around you is just like ‘????????’

- he probably leaves cute little sticky notes on your mirror so you have something to smile about when you wake up and get ready

- cuddling

- cuddling turning into a tickle fight because your hair keeps tickling his neck and he thinks you’re doing it on purpose

- oml so much baked goods for you

- he didn’t even bake that much before he met you but he decided to start because why not?

- if you think you’re not getting a guitar serenade with a special song written just for you with the rest of vocal unit harmonizing then you’re wrong

totally haven’t dreamt about that before nope

- probably adopting a puppy together

- “this is our child. i’m so happy we’re starting a family together y/n.”

- traveling to America with him to meet his parents

- but only when he’s 10000000% sure you’re the one

- when he has to go on tour he calls you every night and sings to you

- does not give a single shit if he has to do it in public because of time differences

- he gon’ do it because you’re his baby

- oml pet names

- sooooooo many pet names

- sleepovers with vocal unit because why not

- clingy and possessive jisoo when you get too touchy with someone else

- not really the guy to express or say that he’s jealous, he just gets unnaturally clingy even for him

- “just remember, you’re mine.”

- most definitely showering together

- totally uses the lame “let’s save water it’s good for the environment” line

- 9/10 time it ends in other things

- you saw it coming though

- did i mention lowkey possessive jisoo?

- because pretty much every time he gets jealous it ends with him inside you reminding you that he’s the only one who can make you feel like he does

- everyone thinks he’s such a vanilla boy who’s gonna wait till marriage because he’s a Christian

- but oml are they so fucking wrong

- even you can’t believe some of the things that come out of his mouth

- hickeys

- be vocal for him

- “lemme hear those moans, love.”

- “that’s right, let them know who’s making you feel so good y/n.”

- okay moviNG ON

- breakfast in bed so much

- especially if he noticed you’ve been neglecting yourself from studying/work/etc.

- please play with his hair

- he fucking loves it

- he’ll lay his head in your lap just so you can play with it

- doesn’t give a fuck about jihoon complaining about your pda

- constant reminders of how loved you really are

- i really see him loving zoo dates????

- like just walking around holding hands and looking at animals

- comparing each other to random animals because that’s just how your relationship is

- gosh he’s just so fluffy and in love with you i can’t

- i need to stop

- 1002937908247982174131% boyfriend material

- 11/10 would recommend


-Admin Yeonie