he just wants to protect his dad

As I’ve mentioned before, I was raised in a strict Christian household. It was full of love, but it was also a house that didn’t like Ellen DeGeneres or Rosie O'Donnell simply because they were gay. A house that would turn off the tv when the lesbian episodes of Friends were on (while I ran to the tv in my room and pressed “mute” to see it). One that would roll their eyes at the idea of gay marriage. Parents that meant well and just went by what they were taught, wanting us to grow up with something to believe. I remember sobbing in high school, thinking they would absolutely kill me. Things slowly started changing when I was 16+.

My Mom was the one who asked if I was gay. She was my biggest supporter, my secret keeper, and the one I told everything to. My Dad? He went from not wanting me to come out, to protect me, to telling everyone he knows if they ask if I’m “dating any new guys” - because that’s simply who I am. In his words “why hide it? Who cares?”. My Mom came to me about Carol on her own, wanting to watch it to see the love story. When gay marriage was legalized, I called my Mom sobbing. She was sobbing with me, after yelling “YES! THANK GOD” in front of all of her friends.

After being raised to hate who I was, not even allowing it to be an option - to now, my Mother texting me just now saying “Do you have any more Human Rights Campaign stickers like you have on your car? I want one on mine”

Change is a beautiful thing. Believe in it and believe in people.

THAT’S parenting.

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Noctis: for my beloved Eav

Let’s flip things around, shall we?

All right, y’all seem to love hate me for my post about everyone’s reactions to Peter’s death, but a lot of you are telling me that Tony’s gonna die instead - and you know what, I agree. I am terrified of that, because Peter has the protection of sequels - beyond Avengers 4, Tony doesn’t. Also, I appear to be “surviving” the wait by imagining character deaths and y’all will share my pain. So in that case, what do I wanna see?

I want it to be protecting Peter. If my baby’s gonna go out, it’s going to be while being a dad because if there’s one death Tony absolutely cannot survive, it’s Peter’s.

I want to see Peter realize what Tony is about to do. I want to hear him beg Tony not to in his raw young voice, struggle to get Tony of the way.

I want Tony to hold his position, his mask closed so Peter can’t see how terrified he is, until the blow lands.

I want Rhodey and Strange to watch it all in horror, but they can’t do anything about it, not in time, not if they want to live to see Peter through the battle, ,so they just jump in to provide cover as Peter starts to react.

I want Peter tear the entire helmet off and start on Tony’s armor so he can get to the wound, stop the bleeding, anything to save his third father figure.

I want Tony to grab Peter’s hands and hold them tight, whispering for Peter to stop, just stop.

I want Peter to obey, but he’s crying and stammering “I can’t lose another dad.”

I want Tony to smile, weak but genuinely smiling, and say that he couldn’t have had a better son.

I want Tony to die smiling because he died protecting who he loved.

I want Tony to die smiling because he’s finally free of the PTSD and the criticism and the constant fear for his loved ones’ lives.

I want Tony to die saying that he loves Peter, the best son any man could have.

I want Peter to smile through his tears because he’s wanted to hear that for two years.

I want Peter to whisper “Tony?” when Tony’s eyes slide shut.

I want Peter to cry “Dad!” and start shaking him when he doesn’t respond.

I want Strange to pull Peter away, his voice strong and steady, but his hands are shaking like earthquakes, and the cloak is trying to hug them both.

I want Rhodey to say nothing at all because he needs to be strong for Peter, but underneath his mask he’s just drowning in tears because that is his lifelong best friend lying dead on the ground.

I want Steve to stop and stare because the man he’s always accused of being selfish just sacrificed himself without a moment’s thought and died with only Peter on his mind.

I want Bucky to falter because that’s three Starks he couldn’t save, because maybe Tony didn’t die by his hand, but he wasn’t in the right place to protect him, to protect his friend’s son.

I want Gamora and Quill to run over, stabbing and shooting anything that tries to stop them, and drop to their knees and give Peter a pep talk because yes, they’ve been there, but Peter can’t give in to the grief now.

I want Peter to snap out of it and look up, his eyes full of icy rage, and pull his mask back on. And then, in the coldest possible voice, in a voice that should never come from a teenager, I want him to say “Activate Instant Kill” as those glowing red pinpricks zero in on Thanos.

I want Wanda to sense his intentions and scream out a warning, trying to fling out a scarlet shield to pin Peter down, but he slides beneath it.

I want Sam to fly in to try to catch him, but Peter only uses him as a sticking point for his webs.

I want Wong to try to divert him with portals, but Peter dodges every single one.

I want the adults to share a look and a nod and charge towards Thanos behind Peter, because maybe they shouldn’t stop him. Because maybe, in his rage, with his powers and tech, with a hoard of others to back him up-

Maybe Peter can win.

And if he can’t, they’ll still fight to keep him alive.

And if they can’t do that, they won’t let him die alone and unavenged.

Shameless Preferences 4- Dating Lip would Include

Dating lip would include:

  • smoking with him
  • Helping him take care of Liam
  • Great sex
  • Drinking together
  • Wearing his shirts and underwear to bed
  • Wearing his hoodies when he’s not around
  • Him reassuring you that you aren’t just a hook up
  • Cuddles
  • Him saying “I love you first”
  • Small stupid fights
  • You reminding him that he’s worth so much more than the south side
  • Talking about your future, because he wants you forever
  • Being a huge Shipper of Gallavich
  • Kev and V being like your parents (Kev being over protective and V being amazing and caring)
  • Lip being over protective of you, especially over your dad
  • Fiona loving you
  • Getting high and watching American dad
  • Working the ice cream truck with Lip in the summers and working for kev in the alibi room
  • Lip and you babysitting when Mickey and Ian need some alone time
  • Copying Svets accent
  • Living at the Gallagher house 99.9% of the time
  • Punching Monica in the face (More than once)
  • Being there for him in anyway you can when he needs you emotionally
  • Sleepless nights talking about anything and everything with him(High or not high, depending)
  • Him accepting and loving all your problems and you doing the same 
  • Helping around the Gallagher house 

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  • JD: Defends Veronica from his dad when he acts like a creep
  • JD: holds Veronica protectively whole everyone makes fun of her
  • JD: attacks the bullies who are being mean to her
  • JD: Doesn't answer when asked if he's okay, instead just asks her if she is
  • JD: tells Veronica he was nothing before her and that she means the world to him
  • JD: Tells her that he wants to be good for her and that her love is too good to lose
  • JD: literally sacrifices his life for her's
  • Some people: idk I don't think he really loved her 😕 he was just using her to kill people 🙄

Stargate is honestly the greatest Sci-fi series of all time and i will fight you on this

Samantha Carter and Janet Fraiser are two of the greatest female role models in scifi canon. Both are brilliant, super competent at their jobs, not sexualised but not desexualised, and they’re friends with and support each other.  Both are ranking members of the US airforce, and have a core belief of helping people and doing the right thing. But they’re both human. They get to be fallible, they get to be angry, and frustrated, and sad, and flustered, and it never invalidates their abilities or importance.

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Originally posted by spockemon

Daniel Jackson is the scifi hero we all deserve. He’s kind, gentle, and so damn excited about learning. Just learning more. His life has been so crap any other show would have turned him into a broody mess but no, not Daniel. Even at his lowest and sourest, he still desperatly wants to help others, to preserve other cultures, and save people. He literally dies for it. Multiple times. He’s a scifi explorer who honestly loves exploring. He truly loves it

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And then Jack again could have been the most grizzled anti hero imaginable (hello movie!jack), but instead we have this kind, kooky, sarcastic space hero who just wants to be everyone’s dad and protect people from bad things. But at the same time he never folds on his principles, or who he is.

Originally posted by mbhh2

Teal’c could have been this hostile angry alien, or this overplayed goofball who doesn’t ‘get’ humanity. But instead they gave us someone serene and gentle, but proud and fierce. Someone who actually believed that they might loose their fight against his oppressors, but was willing to die trying, and willing to help others along the way. 

Originally posted by samantha-carter-is-my-muse

And finally general Hammond. He could have been an obstructive burocrat, a pencil pusher with no respect for the other races they encounter, but instead he is the most sensible and level headed man in the series. and he cares  This is a man who has the president on speed dial 2, behind his granddaughters, but he will miss his granddaughters recital if one of his team is missing in the field. This is a man who loves his team so much that he all but admits he would rather have Teal’c die than hand him over to the tortures of the goverment when he goes evil, because he ‘won’t do that to him’. He never over plays it into incompitence though. He is always logical and practicle about his decisions. This is a man who continously strives to do the right thing not just for his people, but for his planet, and his galaxy. 

Originally posted by samantha-carter-is-my-muse


I could write a billion love letters to this perfect series that is an example of how amazing Sci-Fi can be if you just have characters who care.

Hey do u remember that time Tony got tortured for three months but then went right back there in order to liberate the nearby town from the hands of terrorists even when he had literally Zero (0) training or experience with doing that or that time when he told Pepper to blow the building up with him still in it because he knew that his mentor had to be stopped and was more than happy to sacrifice himself for it or what about that time when he was dying & had every reason to be miserable but he still went out there and signed little kiddies pictures of him or what about him just interacting with kiddos in general because he is A Soft Boy and he loves them so much or what about the time he FLEW A NUKE INTO A WORMHOLE AND SAVED THE WORLD or perhaps the time when he got so scared that his friends were going to die he went into Overdrive Panic Mode and tried to build a super-robot to protect them or what about all the times he smiled and lit up the sky with his Pure Loveliness or what about all the lives he has saved or what about the fact that he has PTSD and Depression and Anxiety and is A Mess but still manages to be a superhero every day or how about the fact he has somehow managed to acquire a superspiderson along his travels whom he loves& wants to protect bc he is A Soft Dad Also or what about the fact that he isn’t even real but he’s still managed to make so many of us so happy bc we have a superhero we can relate to and IDK if U know this but I just really really love every aspect of Anthony Edward Stark

“A Secret That’s Worth It” Carl x Reader, Negan x Reader

Word Count: 9,670

Negan x Daughter Reader, Carl x Reader

Summary: You’re Negan’s teenage daughter and from the minute you saw Carl, he sparked your interest, leading to a relationship between you two.

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, mentions of death, kinda smutty 

A/N: Does not follow the show exactly, I had to change up some things for the sake of the story, but I tried to make it as close as possible.


Originally posted by lets-letmeimagine-posts

Originally posted by lets-letmeimagine-posts


He was the first person you noticed when you stepped out of that RV.

He was wearing a flannel and a cowboy hat, and even with one of his eyes covered up and it being dark out, you could see how bright blue they were. You didn’t know his name, but you certainly were attracted to him.

Your father, Negan, had told you to stay inside the RV while he went out there and talked to them. He had told you that he was going to kill one of them and that he didn’t want you to see that, so you needed to stay away.

“Y/N, I do not want to see you out there. Your ass better stay in here, alright?” Negan had warned you. You didn’t listen. You had heard him talking to their group, and you got curious. All you wanted to do was see what they looked like, nothing more. You opened the door slightly and peeked your head out, making the attractive boy turn his head and look at you. They all did, but he was the only one you noticed.

“Dear daughter, did I not tell you to stay inside?” Negan bellowed. You knew he was trying to scare the group- that was his way of being a big, bad leader. He intimidates everyone. And by the look of everyone’s face, they were definitely afraid.

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This entire episode was a reminder that these characters are just kids.

Like Jughead loves his family and all he wants is for them to be back together and doesn’t give a damn about whether or not his dad is a mess because he’s his dad and I think that’s so beautiful and inspirational, like he is grateful and loves him despite it because he’s family in the end.

I just want to give Juggie a hug ok?

Many years ago, I used to be a feminist. At first it was merely a “yeah, girl power! Feminism!” kind of thing. And then I moved back home from an abusive relationship, and started hanging out with one of my best friends more often. He was one of the few guys that was a genuine friend and didn’t want to try to get into my pants. Or so I thought. After several months, having found some peace and routine with him, he brought up the prospect of being anything more. Thing is, I felt nothing for him in that aspect. I mentioned this, told him that it wouldn’t feel right forcing myself to be in a relationship with him when I didn’t actually see him in a romantic way and that it would only be cruel to him. He was disheartened, but he didn’t bring it up again for a while.

He was a pharmacy student who was on the cusp of graduation. He studied well and had high grades, and part of our hangout routine was him using his homework and notes to “teach” me (I didn’t really pay attention, but it helped him to better understand his material). One weekend - Halloween, actually, as I will always remember it - he was picking me up from my place so we could spend a few days lounging and playing video games. His car broke down and we spent hours waiting for the tow truck. The next night, we were playing video games per usual. He asked about whether or not I wanted to go somewhere and do something different. I told him that, understanding his financial situation, it would be best if we just continued with our normal routine. At the time, I didn’t think much of it. I figured “Hey, he must just be bored and stressed.” He seemed flustered and excused himself to get us some drinks from downstairs.

He came back with some drinks. I remember that mine tasted odd. I chalked it up to flat soda and allergies to the cats. Soon after, I got extremely tired. I thought it was because I hadn’t slept a few days and it was catching up to me, and I was with someone that I trusted.

I woke up feeling weird. My clothes were gone, I was in his bed, and he was on top of me. His tongue was down my throat. Every ounce of trust I had went down the drain. I was enraged. He was the ONLY male I had trusted. He was my best friend. I hardly trusted my own father to not hurt me at this point in my life because of how rocky our relationship had been. The man I had just left was sexually, physically, and emotionally abusive. This man, the man I so foolishly had considered my best friend, had broken every ounce of trust. I don’t even know the full extent to what he had done to me. But I demanded a ride home.

I never went to the police because I didn’t think they would believe me and at the time I still cared for him as a friend. I didn’t understand at the time everything that had happened. It didn’t completely sink in for years that he had drugged me. It didn’t sink in that he was the one who took off my clothes, that he had touched me in places he knew I would never allow. And I didn’t want to ruin his life over it. But it hit deep enough that I began to hate all men. Every one of them.

A couple of months later, after barring him completely from my life, I was hanging out with my female best friend. She took me out with two of her male friends, who I didn’t like or trust. And a guy that I’d liked from high school met us at the place we were hanging out. He pulled me off to a secluded area and started kissing me. At first I didn’t mind. He was cute, and seeing him kind of rekindled the old flame. But then he wouldn’t stop. And I started pushing him away from me, but he would pull me closer. I’d tell him to stop, and he would tell me that I didn’t really want that. I started struggling and yelling.

My best friend with her friends came across us. I came to find out that she didn’t know he had taken me away and had been looking for us. He friends separated us. I was crushed, because once again a man had broken my trust. My friend, instead of consoling me, lashed out at him. Accused him of “using me to get to her because he knew she liked him.” She didn’t try to make sure I was okay. But her friends did. Her two male friends, who I hadn’t liked simply on the basis that they were male, told me that if they had known the extent to which things had happened they would have beaten his ass instead of telling him to leave. One, who had just gotten out of jail, said that if I knew where the guy lived he would be more than willing to go back to protect me from the guy. These two men were more understanding than she had been.

They took me home. I was too shaken up to be fun. My dad saw how I was, and asked me what happened. The guy worked with my father. I told my dad what he did. He asked me what I wanted to do. My only words were “I want him to go away.” My dad said he could make that happen. And he did. The guy moved to California within the month.

I began having doubts about whether or not all men deserved to be hated simply because of their penis.

Months later, I began going to school the place my dad worked at. I realized that a lot of the ladies there liked my father. He wouldn’t ever do anything to return this “friendliness” from the women. My father prided himself on being professional. He was a completely different person than he was at home. One of the women who consistently tried to advance on my father began to feel spurned. So she and some of the other girls conspired together. They made false accusations about my father. Saying he would touch them and speak inappropriately to them. The school wouldn’t even listen to my father. They wouldn’t even allow him to defend himself. “The accusation alone is proof enough” were their official words. They made him resign.

My father began working as the general manager of a chain of luxury refinery. The girls that he hired took a liking to him, and when he turned down their advancements, they did the same. They accused him of sexually harassing them. When he didn’t. Once again, he was forced to resign. “This has happened twice. If it happens again, we will be forced to revoke your license.” Once again, they didn’t even allow him to defend himself. They wouldn’t see the video footage of him telling them to stop. They wouldn’t see the texts of him telling them to calm down. Because he was male.

And I realized that I, as a woman, held more power than any man ever could. I realized that all it took was mere words to destroy a man’s life. That wasn’t weakness. It wasn’t oppression, not on a woman’s part. I realized that there were shitty men and shitty women. But there was no shortage of good men either. And there was no shortage of good women.

My resentment for men faded, and it faded fast. My resentment for feminism grew for forcing me to be so scared of men, because despite my terrible experiences there were men who were willing to go to prison to defend a woman that they hadn’t known for more than five hours.


My entire point is that you are allowed to be hurt by your past experiences. You are allowed to feel, to grow past it. But don’t harbor the hatred. Don’t turn it against the people who didn’t actually do anything to you. If a man abuses you in any way, shape, or form, it’s on him. It isn’t on the shoulders of every other man in existence.

Misandry isn’t the answer. Don’t let your fear turn into hatred, please. Learn to grow past it. Because no matter how scared you are, there are people strong enough to protect you, who are willing to do so in the blink of an eye. People who don’t even know you who still love you enough to treat you like family. And it’s not their fault that there are fucked up people. People, not just men. People.

Analysis of skills: Pidge

Pidge is an amazing character with a lot of depth and untouched potential and here are some of my thoughts about her. It’s a pretty long post so everything is under the cut! 

Allura / Coran / Shiro / Keith / Lance / Hunk

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Ty was silent, and in that silence, Kit thought of Ty’s headphones, the music in his ears, the whispered words, the way he touched things with such total concentration: smooth stones, rough glass, silk and leather and textured linen. There were people in the world, he knew, who thought human beings like Ty did those things for no reason—because they were inexplicable. Broken.
Kit felt a wash of rage go through him. How could they not understand everything Ty did had a reason? If an ambulance siren blared in your ears, you covered them. If something hit you, you doubled up to protect yourself from hurt.
But not everyone felt and heard exactly the same way. Ty heard everything twice as loud and fast as everyone else. The headphones and the music, Kit sensed, were a buffer: They deadened not just other noises, but also feelings that would otherwise be too intense. They protected him from hurt.
He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to live so intensely, to feel things so much, to have the world sway into and out of too-bright colors and too-bright noises. When every sound and feeling was jacked up to eleven, it only made sense to calm yourself by concentrating all your energy on something small that you could master—a mass of pipe cleaners to unravel, the pebbled surface of a glass between your fingers.
“I don’t want to tell you not to go to the Scholomance if it’s what you want,” said Kit. “But I would just say that it isn’t always about people trying to protect you, or knowing what’s best for you, or thinking they do. Sometimes they just know they’d miss you.”
“Livvy would miss me—”
“Your whole family would miss you,” said Kit, “and I would miss you.”
It was a bit like stepping off a cliff, far scarier than any con Kit had ever run for his dad, any Downworlder or demon he’d ever met. Ty looked up in surprise, forgetting the glass in his hands.
He was blushing. It was very visible against his pale skin. “You would?”
“Yeah,” said Kit, “but like I said, I don’t want to stop you from going if you want to—”
“I don’t,” Ty said. “I changed my mind.” He set the glass down. “Not because of you. Because the Scholomance appears to be full of assholes.”
Kit burst out laughing. Ty looked even more astonished than he had when Kit had said he’d miss him. But after a second, he started to laugh too. They were both laughing, Kit doubled up over the blankets, when Magnus came into the room.
—  so, let me know if there’s any heterosexual explanation for this por favor
Bodyguard || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by chimneytaels

AN: This entire imagine Jungkook is called Jeon, just so nobody gets confused

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Angst


Your arms were crossed over your chest as you stared the man across the room down. His eyes were focused anywhere but you, not because he was shy or embarrassed to be around you, but because he didn’t think any of it would be worth his time. The only thing you were to him was another paycheck, and as long as the bills were paid, he had no reason to complain.

On the other hand, you had every right. Ever since your father had hired the Jeon man to watch over you, your life had come to a halt. You were used to going out late at night and partying with strangers, but with him looking after you, you barely got out of the house without a follower. No matter where you went, he was there following after you.

The reason for the meeting now, one between your father and the Jeon man, was because of your latest escape attempts. Jeon had gone to lay down, thinking you had taken a nap and he had let his guard down. You left within seconds of him falling asleep and you thought that you had finally out smarted him, that you were finally going to be able to have a night to yourself.

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god i hope wynonna and doc  break the curse sooner rather than later so they can be with alice while she grows up, but i also hope this kid comes back to purgatory as a pre-teen/teenager and just gets introduced to this crazy family. her parents are a takes-no-shit-i-do-what-i-want but still hella protective mom and a gunslinger-turned-demon-hunter dad and they are STILL in a love triangle with a lizard man who is terrifying to everyone else but so so sweet to alice and treats her like his own neice, two lesbian aunts who are so ride or die for each other its ridiculous and become instantly ride or die for alice too, and a gay uncle who probably shouldn’t be letting her help him in the lab doing dangerous experiments but he just cant say no to her piercing blue eyes and luscious hair. and basically she goes from having gus to all this and wow, this is what she’s been missing, huh?

Clint’s Daughter

Note: feedback is welcome! I loved this request, omg.

Request: I adore ur writing and was wondering if u could do where the reader is like Clints daughter and last time Bucky saw her was when she was younger and now she’s grown up and he starts feeling things and ya know maybe throw some make out in there and some touchy stuff ;) and DOLL JESUS PLS YES LOVE U - @iblamemichael181

Originally posted by sebbystansmanbun


Clint was probably as excited as you were to finally have you back at Stark Tower in a few short hours. You haven’t been there in so many years, you actually lost count. You were tired of the country life and you desperately needed a change in scenery. 

Your dad said you had a place at Stark Tower anytime you wanted to visit the city and your family, as he calls them. So, you packed your bags and told your dad you wanted to visit.

Your mom was a little more reluctant to let you go, she always wanted to make sure you were safe. Clint assured her time and time again that nobody would be able to mess with you, not when you had an army of Avengers by your side. After convincing her to let you leave, you made your way to the jet Tony had so kindly sent out for you.


Clint was pacing along the common room floor, checking the clock every five minutes. “Clint, she’ll be here. Sit down, you’re making me nervous.” Tony said with a loud sigh. Clint shook his head and stopped pacing, turning to face the others. “She hasn’t been here in years, I just want her to feel at home.” Clint said, checking the clock once again. You should be landing anytime now.

The team was talking among themselves, all gathered around, waiting for you to get there. Everyone was excited to see you again, only remembering you as your younger self. They always tried to keep in touch, mostly Steve and Nat than anyone else.

Soon after, the jet finally landed on the roof of the Tower and Clint basically screeched in excitement, causing the team to laugh. “Jesus.” Sam muttered, shaking his head as he chuckled. The team all stood around in a welcoming line, ready to see you.

Clint stood in front of them, a big smile on his face. “I can’t wait to see her!” Nat squealed, bouncing on her feet. Steve smiled and nodded. “Me either, I wonder how much she’s grown.” Steve said, staring at the elevator anxiously.

Bucky stood beside Steve, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Y'think she’ll remember me?” Bucky asked quietly, catching Steve’s attention. You had just briefly met Bucky the last time you had visited the Tower, you didn’t have a lot of time to stay. You were much younger and didn’t get to properly warm up to him.

Steve turned to Bucky, a small look of shock on his face. “Of course she’ll remember you, Buck.” Steve said, nudging Bucky’s side. Bucky smiled and sighed. He enjoyed having you around that one time, you were young and full of energy. You made everyone smile and just made the place feel happy. Bucky could remember how you wore pigtails in your hair and wore little sundresses, he thought you were such an adorable little girl.

You sighed, nervously playing with the hem of your sundress. The elevator suddenly dinged and the doors opened. You saw the entire team standing with big smiles on their faces. “Y/N!” Clint and Nat both yelled, rushing over to you. 

You smiled shyly and set your bags down, letting your dad pick you up and twirl you around. Clint’s smile was so wide and you couldn’t help but squeeze him tightly. “Dad!” You said, your arms tight around his neck. You laughed as he set you down and you turned to a rather overly excited Nat. 

“My turn!” She yelled, pulling you into a tight embrace. “You’ve grown up so much!” She yelled excitedly. You hugged her back and she swayed you from side to side. “I’ve missed you!” You yelled back, smiling as she giggled into your ear.

She pulled away and you turned to see Steve standing there. You squealed as you ran and hopped up, wrapping yourself around Steve. “Steeviiieee!” You yelled, hearing him chuckle. “Y/N!” Steve yelled back, twirling you around just like Clint did. He set you down on your feet, helping you keep steady.

You beamed up at Steve, your hands resting on his biceps. “Dang, Brooklyn! Those muscles have grown!” You said, your eyes and mouth wide in amazement. Steve playfully flexed under your hold and chuckled. “You haven’t grown much height wise, but wow! You’re so beautiful!” Steve said, causing Clint to clear his throat, eyeing Steve. “Oh Dad, stop it.” You said giggling. Steve pulled you along, your dad and Nat following behind.

You shyly waved at everyone and Tony stepped forward now, gaining your attention. “Okay, has it really been that long?” Tony asked, giving you a tight hug. You smiled and gave his back a light pat. “It has.” You pulled away, “You’ve gone grey.” You said, making Tony gasp and pull away from you. “Dammit!” He yelled but you stopped him before he could rush to the nearest mirror. “I’m kidding!” You laughed along with everyone else.

You shared hugs with everyone and it was time you reunited with Bucky. You smiled and Bucky stepped forward, his eyes raking up your body. “Y/N, you’ve grown.” Bucky said, letting out a breathy chuckle and pulled you into a hug. “It’s been so long, Doll.” Bucky said, causing the room to fall silent at the sudden nickname. You smiled and hugged Bucky back, feeling his arms tighten around you.

Your heart started to race in your chest and you blushed, noticing Bucky held you longer than anyone else did. Clint cleared his throat again and you quickly separated from Bucky. You noticed Bucky’s eyes fall to your cleavage as you pulled away. “I know, I’m sorry I was away for so long. We have so much to catch up on!” You said, smiling up at Bucky. His blue eyes locked with yours and you swear you could see him blushing.

You heard Sam snicker. “Oh, boy.” He whispered, though nobody commented on it. Clint held your bags and smiled at you. “I wanna show you your room. Tony and the others are gonna start dinner. We’re all gonna hang out outside, we’re having burgers!” Your dad smiled widely, dragging you away from everyone.

You turned to wave and Bucky stood there, seemingly full of shock. You turned back to the elevator and the doors closed, taking you to your room. “How was the flight?” Clint asked, rubbing your back. You smiled. “That man and his fancy jets.” You laughed softly, your dad doing the same.


A few hours passed and you caught up with everyone pretty quickly. They were all surprised at how much you had grown up over the years. You enjoyed talking to the team and every now and then, you would catch Bucky staring at you. You felt some sort of connection between each other.

You were all sitting at a table in the backyard, eating dinner. The sun was just beginning to set and you were laughing at something Tony said. “I swear, you never left the tower without wearing a sundress! I don’t know what it is.” Tony said, making you smile. “My mom always bought them for me when I was little,” You shrugged, “It stuck with me, I guess.” You said, watching Tony nod with a smile.

The conversation carried on and you noticed Bucky looking at you again. You had to admit he has gotten a lot more muscular and he was a very handsome man. You blushed when he winked at you and you felt an elbow gently jab your arm. You turned to Nat, seeing her sip from her cup, her eyebrow quirked. You sent a questioning look at her, but you knew what she was hinting at.

Bruce cleared his throat and looked at you. “So, Y/N, you went to college, didn’t you?” Bruce asked, his eyes kind and his smile small. You nodded. “I did! I really enjoyed it, but I’m not entirely sure what I want to do.” You said, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. Bruce nodded, smiling at you. “That’s understandable.” He commented.

Sam smirked at you. “Party a lot?” Sam asked, making you blush. You giggled and rolled your eyes. “No, I was too busy for all of that.” You replied, shaking your head. Sam smirked again, leaning in closer to you. He was sitting right across from you. 

“No time for a boyfriend either?” Sam asked, earning a slap to his arm from Steve. “OW! It was just a question.” Sam said, furrowing his eyebrows at Steve. “Wings off, Sam.” Steve said in a stern voice. Everyone laughed and you blushed, slowly looking over at Bucky. Bucky’s head was hanging down a tad and he was picking at his food. 

You sighed softly and turned your attention back to everyone else. Clint was staring daggers at Sam and you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself. Your dad was always protective about a guy stepping into your life. He wanted someone he approved of and you feel like the only guy your dad would approve of would be Steve, but your eyes have been on Bucky since you got here.

You felt something in your gut when you look at Bucky. Something is drawing you in and you were nervous, yet you wanted to be near him so badly. You wanted to touch him, feel him, hold him, in the most innocent sense. But also in another sense of those words. The way his hair was hanging loosely in his makeshift bun and the tight black tank top he was wearing now made your mouth water.

A snap of two fingers broke you out of your thoughts and you jumped slightly in your spot. “Hm?” You asked, looking towards Wanda. “You okay?” She asked, looking at you. You sighed and cleared your throat. “I-I just need to use the ladies room. I’ll be back.” You rushed, standing from your seat. “Is everything alright?” Clint asked, putting down his cup. His eyebrows were creased together with worry. All eyes were on you, even Bucky’s.

You nodded and gave your dad a small smile. “I just need some fresh air.” You said before walking away and up the stone path that led to a back door. “Aren’t we outside?” Vision questioned as you walked off. The team all looked over to you and Bucky watched your figure walking away, his tongue lightly darting out to wet his lips.  (refer to gif omg)

You sighed and shook your head, more thoughts of Bucky coming into your mind. What was wrong with you? You just got here today after years of being gone, why are you already catching feelings for someone like you’re desperate for a guy? But you just couldn’t help it, Bucky was just so hot. He was nice, too. 

You walked up to the elevator, sighing again. You looked at the buttons, your floor number disappearing from your clouded mind. You bit your lip, wiggling your fingers as you tried to remember it. You looked at the mass amount of floor numbers and pressed what you thought was yours. You waited patiently for it stop.

As the doors opened, you slowly walked out, seeing a floor similar to yours. You hoped you got it right, but as you walked down the long hallway, the musky cologne smell from the three rooms made you realize that this was not your floor. You kept walking down the hallway anyways, looking at the decorations on the doors as you walked by.

You walked by Sam’s room, a sign saying “Falcons Only” on his door with a drawing of him hanging off of it. You smiled and looked to your left, right across was Steve’s door. It had a decal of his shield on it, with a small picture of him and the team pinned to it. You stepped up to his door and gently let your fingers touch the photo. You giggled when you noticed the bunny ears Sam held above Bucky’s head.

Your eyes remained on Bucky’s face for a little longer. His smile was genuine, his eyes squinted from his smile being so wide. His hair was framing his face and he had a cap on. He looked really happy and at peace with himself.

You smiled and moved away from Steve’s door, seeing another one at the end of the hall. There was a large window on the wall you faced. It was almost dark now, surely the team would be inside soon.

You waked over to the last door. There was nothing on it. No name tag, no drawing, no photos, no symbol of the Avenger who lived in this room. Curiosity getting the best of you, you turned the doorknob and peeked inside. The room was simple and had minimal in it. You walked inside, leaving the door cracked.

You looked around the room, looking for anything that would give you a hint of who occupied it. You saw a perfectly made bed, no wrinkles on it. There was no clutter, nothing out of place. Everything was neat and clean, organized as if the person hated clutter. A cluttered bedroom meant a cluttered mind. Maybe this person suffered with a cluttered mind before.

You walked over to the desk in the bedroom, seeing a few books. You recognized some of them, others you didn’t. A red journal shoved in between two books caught your attention. You knew you shouldn’t look, but you were in too deep now. Your fingers gently tugged the book free, not a speck of dust was on it. It was red and there was a star on it. Your fingers traced the star and you heard the door creak open.

A gasp fell from your lips and you turned to face the door, seeing Bucky standing there. “Bucky!” You squealed, holding the book to your chest, your heart racing and your breathing heavy. Bucky walked in and over to you, making you gulp. This must be his room and he didn’t look pleased to see you in here. Actually, you couldn’t tell how he felt. His eyes and expression were unreadable.

Bucky stood in front of you, his body towering over yours. His hand reached up and he tugged the book from your chest, his eyes glancing at your cleavage again. You took a shaky breath and Bucky leaned closer to you, his torso resting against your chest. Bucky slid the book back in its rightful place and you licked your lips nervously.

Bucky leaned back a little, his hand rising up to hold your waist. You gasped softly. “I-I’m sorry, I just-I, uh, I forgot my floor number.” You said quietly, looking up at Bucky. He held your waist with both hands now and he leaned back enough to look into your eyes. You felt small under his gaze, his blue eyes staring into yours. “Bucky?” You asked softly as he started leaning into you.

Your breath was uneven and Bucky’s lips ghosted over yours. “Tell me to stop.” Bucky whispered, his breath fanning over your mouth. Your eyelids fluttered a little and you felt Bucky squeeze your waist. You looked into Bucky’s eyes. “I-I,” you breathed, “Don’t.” You whispered back. 

Bucky’s lips quirked into a smile and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You let your hands rest on his forearms, letting them glide up his arms and to his shoulders as you kissed him back. Bucky’s lips were soft and plump, perfectly moving with yours. You let your eyes flutter shut and sighed into the kiss.

Bucky pulled you closer and your wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes. Bucky easily picked you up as the kiss deepened, wrapping your legs around his waist. You carefully pulled out his hair tie, letting his thick hair fall, only to be tangled by your fingers. You gently tugged on it, hearing Bucky groan into the kiss. 

He pulled away, your lips and his making a smacking sound. You breathed heavily, Bucky doing the same. He gently laid you down on your back on his bed, keeping your legs wrapped around him. His lips connected with yours again and you felt his tongue poke against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, letting your tongue wrestle with his.

A moan fell from your lips and Bucky’s hands lifted your dress up, resting his hands on your thighs. Bucky ground his hips against yours and you moaned, feeling his crotch rub against you. His lips attached to the side of your neck and you gasped, tilting your head so he had better access. “Bucky.” You breathed, feeling him sucking on your pulse point. Bucky smirked against you and stopped sucking before he left a mark.

Bucky pulled away from you and you turned to look at him. His lips were wet and red from kissing you. “You’re so beautiful, Doll.” Bucky said, his hand gently caressing your cheek. You blushed and looked away from Bucky. “Hey,” Bucky kissed your cheek, “Look at me, Doll.” Bucky said softly. You giggled and looked at Bucky again, his eyes looking into yours.

Bucky smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours again. You kissed him back, letting your fingers run through his hair. Bucky gasped a little, grinding his hips into yours again. You moaned softly and suddenly heard someone calling your name. You gasped and Bucky moved off of you, clearing his throat.

You quickly stood off Bucky’s bed, straightening your dress. Bucky stood away from you, rushing over to his desk to casually lean against it. The door suddenly opened and Steve looked inside. “There you are! I’ve been searching for you guys!” Steve said, sighing out. He looked between you and Bucky, noticing both of your red cheeks and the slightly messed up bed.

Steve pointed to the bed, his eyebrows furrowed. Steve scratched the back of his head and you blushed, shifting on your feet. You shyly looked at Bucky and he was blushing like you were. “You-your, the bed, Bucky.” Steve said, his eyes widening. “Don’t tell my Dad! Please!” You begged, seeing Sam barge into the room now. His eyebrows raised and he caught on quicker. “No way!” Sam said, laughing.

You groaned and walked over to Sam and Steve. “Promise me you won’t tell!” You pleaded as Bucky walked up to you. His arm slithered around your waist and Steve sighed, eyeing Bucky. “I won’t.” Steve finally said, looking at Sam. Sam stopped laughing and cleared his throat. “You have my word.” Sam said, smirking at you. You sighed and thanked the two guys before they left.

You turned to Bucky and he smiled down at you. “That was close.” You breathed, shyly smiling at Bucky. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your stomach erupted with butterflies. “Let’s go before someone else comes in.” Bucky said, grabbing your hand. You smiled, looking down at your joined hands, suddenly not caring if anyone saw it. Not even your dad.

You were happy you decided to visit again.

Note: oh gosh, I hope you like this. the ending sucked, I feel like. :( thanks for the request, sweetie! feedback is welcome, I love when you guys let me know you enjoy my writing! .c

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He deserves the world, the moon, the sun and all the stars.

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Business and Pleasure - Part 15

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,833

Warnings: Swearing, angst


Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


By the time you arrived back in New York, you were pretty sure that you had cried out all the tears your body could possibly produce. Your eyes were dry and bloodshot, and you couldn’t stop the constant shivering that had started sometime during the flight back. You spent the entirety of the flight trying not to cry. You hugged your knees to your chest as best as you could in the cramped plane and stared out the window. Thankfully, you had plenty of music on your phone, so you simply plugged in your headphones and tuned out the rest of the world.


Once you landed and collected your baggage, you realized just how late it was. The sun had set during the flight, and it was now well past midnight. You could have easily called a taxi, but you weren’t sure that you could handle being stuck in the back of a taxi for the ride back home. You didn’t want to have to make awkward small talk. All you wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep. 

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Our First Time (smut)

She felt the cool metal of the cabinet drawers hit her back, his long fingers weaving through her loose blonde strands. Was it possible to die from ecstasy? If so, what a way to go. His lips trailed a path from her neck to her collar bone as she squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her long legs around him, pulling him even tighter against her body.

Her hands moved to unbuckle the belt around his waist, but they were quickly knocked out of the moment by an obnoxiously loud banging on the door of the trailer.

“Is that your mom!?” Jughead ripped away from his sexy girlfriend and pulled his shirt back on, heading for the door.

She hadn’t witnessed the whole interaction, just the exchange of jackets and his surprised face when she called his name. Heading back into the trailer, Betty started to gather her things, leaving Jughead to speak to his new “friends”. She had to get out of here, what was she thinking? Hanging around Serpent territory after everything that had happened in the past month. Buttoning her jacket and searching for her bag she hardly registered Jughead walking towards her, she never even heard him speak her name. She jumped when he placed a hand on her shoulder

“Betty..” he started before she cut him off

“I should go. It’s late, It’s not too far from here.. I’ll walk, the fresh air will be good for me.” She moved towards the door but he quickly put his hand out to stop her

“You’re not going out there on your own, talk to me. Let’s talk about this.” He begged, his hands playing with the buttons on her jacket.

“There’s nothing to talk about, you made your decision.” She wrapped her arms around herself, it was what she did when she was bidding from someone, it made Jughead heart ache to see her hide herself from him.

“Nothing’s been decided, it’s just a stupid jacket. It doesn’t matter, you matter, we matter” he emphasized the we as she stepped back finally getting a look at him in the jacket.

Fuck. It was sexy as hell.

Obviously not the criminalistic activities tagged along with the logo but the way the jacket wrapped around his broad shoulders, his tossled black hair falling in his face, as he stared at her with wide, scared eyes. This was still Jughead, this was still the boy who had declared his love for her a mere minutes ago, the boy who had made her ache in places she didn’t know possible. He was still her Jughead, just an incredibly sexy version.

His eyes ducked to meet hers before she mumbled under her breath

“Screw it”

The long pink peacoat hit the ground in seconds flat and before Jughead could even catch his balance, Betty was wrapped around him, her fingers tangled in his hair before running over the swirly snake emblazed on his back.

“I want you” She growled into his ear, her hands pulling the leather from his body as they stumbled into his bedroom.

Jughead pulled back, looking into his girlfriends glazed and lust filled eyes as she pulled off her tank top , revealing the lacy pink bra he had admired a few minutes ago. As he stared down at the perfect specimen laying on her back on his old mattress, he couldn’t think of his father or the Southside or his future, all he could think of was being with Betty completely, showing their love in the most absolute way.

“Are you sure?” He asked quickly, his own shirt now laying on the floor as she gazed up at him through her eyelashes

“Never been so sure” she whispered

That was all it took for him to dive into her, lifting her by the hips and tugging her into the headboard, his jeans hanging loose on his hips while she unzipped her skirt letting him tug it all the way down his fingers tracing her long smooth legs. She whined from above him, her hands reaching for him, he dragged his palms the entire length of her body and moaned when she pressed her chest into his hands

“Right there” she let out on a breathy sigh, he glanced up to find her eyes closed as he quickly disposed of her bra, taking the time to admire her breasts before letting his inexperienced fingers wander, by the way she sighed he assumed he was doing something right. Betty could feel how excited he was digging into her thigh

“Protection, do you have it?” She asked dazed as he pulled something from the side drawer

“Never thought this would happen, dad wanted me to be prepared just in case. Never imagined it’d be with you, only dreamed it” he mumbled against her neck, grinding into her, his soft cotton boxers causing friction with the lace of her panties.

She watched as he pulled the condom on, and slowly pulled the lace away, staring intently at something she was certain he had never seen before. Her eyes took in all of him, once he finished he looked up at her with unsure eyes

“I love you Jughead Jones, no matter what you are, who you become. I love you” she encouraged, wrapping her legs around his waist and bringing him inside of her. She winced at the pain, it hurt more than she expected, but hearing the deep guttural groan of her normally composed boyfriend, eased the ache a bit.

“I love you. God I love you” he moaned into her neck, pulling in and out of her excruciatingly slow. It al happened so fast she wasn’t even sure when she had hit her high, only coming down from it just in time to see Jugheads eyes roll back and his shoulders shake. He slumped beside her, dragging her into his side and peppering kisses to her hair

“Thankyou, I love you. That was.. did I hurt you? Was it awful..” he trailed off suddenly stiffening as he tried to pull away.

Betty shook her head quickly, pulling him back down and nuzzling against his bare chest
“It was perfect. Absolutely perfect” she whispered and smiled when she felt him sigh in relief.

“Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. I won’t join the serpents, I’ll… I’ll figure something else out” his hands played with her sweaty strands.

Betty sighed softly
“You do what you have to do. I meant what I said, I love you Jughead, no matter what you are, I’m going to love you.” She turned her cheek to look at him and went breathless at the intense look of love in his eyes.

“Besides” she continued, a teasing smirk on her face “we’ll finally be the real Romeo and Juliet you’re always talking about” she giggled.

Jughead rolled his eyes, pulling the covers tighter around the couple

“Except no one dies, alright?.”

Betty yawned, slowly closing her eyes

“Deal” she whispered before both the love sick teens fell into their dreams.

                                                 Masterlist

One shots:

Are we friends or are we more?   

Part 2

In which Harry’s best friend admits her love for him

I hate you because I love you

 In which Harry acts like he hates (y/n) but soon admits he feels quite the opposite

Torn 

 In which your friend doesn’t like Harry 

Spaces

In which he’s distant and (y/n) thinks it’s because he doesn’t find her attractive anymore

The game [SMUT]

In which Harry and (y/n) test their self control around each other

Camping [SMUT]

In which Harry and (y/n) go camping with her family and Harry just can’t take the lack of intimacy

Is this the end?   

Part 2 

In which (y/n) just wants the Harry she fell in love with back

The choice

In which (y/n)’s his friend and his girlfriend makes him choose between them both

Let down

In which Harry has difficulty understanding the life of his girlfriend, who is black

Forbidden love

In which (y/n)’s parents forbid her from being with Harry and they meet again ten years later

Called off

In which (y/n) is getting married to a guy named Chris… the wedding is called off

Meet the parents

In which (y/n)’s dad is wary of Harry’s lifestyle ft a very nervous, adorable Harry

Control 

Part 2

In which management force Harry to break up with (y/n)

It’s a date

In which Harry has a slight crush on one of his cast mates

Novels, scripting and coffee

In which (y/n) is a famous novelist and Harry’s cast in the movie adaption of her book

Be okay

In which (y/n) is suffering from post natal depression, but doesn’t tell Harry about it

New Years Eve

In which (y/n) and Harry meet at a mutual friend’s party 

Birthday Boy [SMUT]

In which Harry gets exactly what he wants for his birthday 

Worry

In which Harry is so much of an overprotective dad, he doesn’t even know who he is anymore

Approval

In which Gemma and Anne aren’t fond of (y/n)

Mine [SMUT]

In which Harry gets protective of what is secretly his

Committed

In which (y/n) questions Harry’s commitment to her

When life gets in the way

In which (y/n) is so busy, she hardly has time for her relationship


Blurbs:

Airplane shenanigans  [SMUT]

In which (y/n) and Harry get bored during a long flight

Halloween  [SMUT]

In which Harry tastes more than just (y/n)’s halloween cookies

Sour peach

In which Harry feels down after a bad performing experience 

One of those days

In which (y/n) is very pregnant and very cranky and Harry’s had enough

Need [SMUT]

Harry gets a little help from (y/n), even when they’re miles apart 


Writing prompts 


 MITAM song blurbs:


ADVENT CALENDAR 2016:

December 1st - Scrooge

It’s the first of December and Harry’s being a bit of a Scrooge because he’s a little bit poorly.

December 2nd - December birthday

Harry forgets a very important December birthday

PART 2

December 3rd -  Santa’s grouchy little helper

(Y/n) is always happy and sometimes Harry can’t handle it.

December 4th -  All I want for Christmas is you

(y/n) is pregnant and all she wants for Christmas is Harry

December 5th - Christmas markets

(y/n) and Harry visit the Christmas markets together

December 6th -  Secret Santa

Harry makes sure he has (y/n) for secret Santa

December 7th - Daddy saves the day 

When seeing is believing for the Styles kids

December 8th - Christmas in the city of love

(y/n) and Harry spend Christmas in Paris and have very special gifts for each other.

December 9th -  Lonely at Christmas

Harry’s so caught up in work that he forgets the true meaning of Christmas

December 10th -  Home for Christmas 

In which Harry faces difficulties in being home for Christmas 

You know, the BNHA fandom is a really wonderful place.

Ship wars? Don’t even really exist.

There’s not TodoDeku vs. TodoMomo, no IzuOcha vs. MidoTsuyu vs. Tsuchako, no KiriBaku vs. Kacchako, no KamiJirou vs. MomoJirou, etc.

And brotps are everywhere. Don’t ship it romantically? You probably broship it.

Polyships, broships, gay ships, and straight ships are all over the place and there’s no fighting.

KatsuDeku fans understand that some people find their ship uncomfortable and they tag it.

There’s no hate for the girls. Yaoyorozu, Asui, Hagakure, Ashido, Jirou, Uraraka, Hatsume, Kendou, Shiozaki, and Toga? All awesome.

There’s no twisting the parents into horrible people. Mrs. Bakugou? Kickass mom who don’t take no shit. Mr. Bakugou? Nicest dad on the face of the planet who keeps his wife and son from killing each other. Mr. Jirou? Protective dad who just wants what’s best for his daughter. Mr. and Mrs. Uraraka? Loving parents who are so proud of their little girl. Inko? Mom of the goddamn year; she’s amazing and we all know it. Mrs. Todoroki? Tragically abused woman who wants to make up for hurting her son, loves her children to death, and just wants them to be happy. All Might? Not technically anyone’s dad, but he might as well be, and he’s awesome at it.

The only really awful parent is Endeavor, and there is absolutely no one in the fandom who tries to justify his behavior.

Even All For One is a sorta okay dad to Shigaraki, in a weird way.

And the headcanons, good lord, the headcanons.

There’s just so much to think about.

Who’s the traitor? And why? What’s this character’s sexuality? How about this one? Is this character trans? What gender does this character identify as?

Trans!Bakugou, nonbinary!Kaminari, pan!Kirishima, etc. are all just accepted and no one really gets shit for it.

Speaking of Bakugou, no one’s trying to pretend he has some sort of excuse. The entire fandom is aware that he’s a dick, and they don’t try to give him a tragic backstory to justify it. He’s the way he is because nobody ever criticized him as a kid, and whether you like him or not he’s a great character.

All of the characters are flawed, but those flaws are accepted; those flaws make us love the characters even more.

And the nicknames; they’re great too. I’ve already made a post about that, though, so I’ll ignore it here.

And then there’s the way people look at the series; the analyses, and the way some people notice things that others wouldn’t.

The character hate is beautiful too, in a way. Characters aren’t hated because they’re bad characters. Endeavor (probably the #1 most despised character) is hated for being a shitty dad. Muscular is hated for killing Kouta’s parents and generally being a dick. Mineta (who some people like and others don’t) is often disliked because he’s a perv. But those traits are never viewed as the only part of the character.

Endeavor has an inferiority complex. It doesn’t justify shit, but it’s there and we all know it, and people have pointed out the similarities his character shares with Bakugou. Muscular is a horrible person, but he’s a great villain who had one of the most intriguing battles in the series. Mineta is an incorrigible flirt, but he flirts with all girls, even old ladies, and it’s pretty obvious that he’s a good person. On top of that, his character has actually shown a little bit of growth (even if it is admittedly a little fun to ignore said growth for the sake of comedy).

And shipping something doesn’t mean ignoring other relationships. Uraraka is always extremely close to Midoriya, even in KatsuDeku and TodoDeku fics. Kirishima is always Bakugou’s bro, even when the pairing isn’t KiriBaku.

I could probably rant on about why this fandom is so amazing for years, but this post is already ridiculously long.

This fandom is an absolutely wonderful place and I really hope it stays that way.