how he actually respects teenagers like shut up i love you a lot

anonymous asked:

I am also a sucker for your top 10 worldbuilding posts so here's another one: top 10 times the media got some TMI on Victor and Yuuri's relationship (and does it include Victor drunkenly revealing they switch to tabloids and Chris' speech at the wedding about where they've done the nasty?)

The wedding was strictly family and friends only so Chris’ speech never got made public (Yuuri would have died if it did!) but there have been several incidents where the media learned a lot more about Viktor and Yuuri than they ever expected.

Top 10 Times The Media Got Some TMI On Victor and Yuuri’s Relationship:

10) Once - when Yuuri was competing in the Four Continents and Viktor was on the side-lines to cheer him on - during the warm up Yuuri was practicing his quad flip over and over to make sure he got it right while Viktor was doing an interview at the side of the rink and the reporter sort of offhandedly mentioned ‘oh, Katsuki has been doing jumps for a while now and he doesn’t even look tired, I guess it must be true that he has really good stamina’ and Viktor just went really dreamy eyed and said ‘yes’ while completely ignoring the interviewer and gazing at Yuuri. And the reporter and the camera man just ended up looking at each other like ‘should we finish the interview or just let him keep daydreaming about his sex life?’

9) During the season after the end of chapter 14 Viktor’s exhibition skate was the Stay Close To Me duet and afterwards one of the reporters asked Yuuri ‘were you ever concerned about doing the lifts during the routine? Were you sure Nikiforov was going to be able to hold your weight or were you worried he might drop you?’. And Yuuri was just like ‘No, I had faith in him and we already knew he could lift me up pretty easily anyway’ which he probably would have gotten away with if he hadn’t proceeded to go bright red afterwards when he realised what he’d said and everyone who watched it was like ‘we kind of really want to know but at the same time we probably really don’t.’

8) After Viktor finally retired he was doing a joint interview with Yuuri and one of the reporters asked him if he was concerned about maintaining his physical condition now that he wasn’t competing anymore because lots of athletes have a hard time adjusting once they stop such vigorous training regimes. And Viktor was just like, ‘I’m sure it won’t be a problem, I’ll still be getting some pretty intense regular exercise even if I’m not training anymore’ and winked at Yuuri and Yuuri started blushing really badly while all the reporters went into minor meltdowns

7) Once they ended up being caught by reporters a few days after Viktor’s birthday when they were out taking the dogs for a walk and it was mostly fine but one of the reporters asked Yuuri what he had given Viktor as a birthday present and they both went bright red and Yuuri sort of mumbled a hurried and fake sounding answer that probably wasn’t even in English and practically sprinted off. No-one ever found out exactly what Viktor’s ‘present’ was but there was a lot of speculation and the general consensus became that Yuuri Katsuki was probably a lot kinkier than anyone ever expected and Viktor Nikiforov was a very lucky guy.  

6) This one came in a series of tweets from a fan who was in an upmarket hotel bar which basically consisted of, ‘oh my god Viktor Nikiforov is in the same bar as I am what should I do?’ ‘He’s sitting alone do you think I should go and talk to him? Would it be weird to ask for his autograph?’ ‘I wonder why Katsuki isn’t with him, it’s the off season I thought they’d be together’ ‘Oh my god I just noticed he isn’t wearing his ring what does this mean?’ ‘He just started to talk to a guy who sat down next to him and he’s being really flirty oh my god.’ ‘Is Viktor Nikiforov having an affair????’ ‘Help, red alert I’ve just seen Viktor Nikiforov in a bar chatting up some random guy without his ring on what do I do?’ ‘Oh wait a minute the guy he was talking to just turned around and it turns out it was actually Katsuki after all. Panic over.’ ‘Wait a minute Katsuki isn’t wearing his ring either, they can’t have both lost them at the same time can they?’ ‘They’re acting really weirdly though and they’re dressed differently too I’m confused but I don’t want to interrupt’ *several minutes pause* ‘Well something I definitely didn’t expect to happen tonight was finding out that Katsuki and Nikiforov are apparently into role play but you learn something new every day.’

5) After being apart for a long time during the skating season they finally reunited at an airport and it was all very dramatic and Viktor ended up kissing Yuuri really passionately for a really long time. And when they broke away Yuuri was like ‘that reminded me of our first kiss, after the competition in Saitama.’ And Viktor was like ‘I did a lot more than just kiss you then solnyshko’ being all sly and flirty and then they both sort of froze as they realised that A) they were in a very public airport which is not a good place to be heavily flirting even if you have been apart for several months and B ) Several people were not so discreetly filming them. And that was how the world learned exactly when and where Viktor and Yuuri got it on for the first time.

4) During the four continents after they first got together Viktor ended up doing the thing in he did in the anime where he tied Yuuri’s laces and kissed his skates while being there to support him. And at that point their public relationship was still only a few months old so while the reaction was mainly positive there were still some assholes who were salty about the whole thing including one trashy tabloid reporter who cornered Yuuri after his skate who was obviously a die-hard Viktor fan and didn’t like him or their relationship at all. And while Yuuri is usually quiet and shy and likes to keep as much about their relationship private as he can because he doesn’t want the world butting in, he also is absolutely savage when he wants to be and after going through so much to finally get together with Viktor he is not willing to take any shit from anyone. So the reporter was being really bitchy and asking questions like ‘don’t you think it’s a bit degrading to make Viktor Nikiforov get down on his knees for you?’ and Yuuri just really calmly said ‘not really, he likes it too much’, smiled and walked away. The video clip of it happening has several million views.

3) At one point Viktor and Yuuri were on the beach at Hasetsu and Viktor took a picture of Yuuri in his boxers (they had forgotten their swimming stuff but got too hot and went to cool off in the sea) and nothing else while laughing on the beach. And while 99.9% of the comments were all along the lines of ‘goddamn’, ‘please step on me’ and ‘Yuuri Katsuki with his shirt off is a gift to humanity’ there were a couple off assholes who were commenting on the stretch marks on Yuuri’s thighs. Because he was a naturally chubby kid with a lot of puppy fat and went from that to a lean athletic teenager in a very short space of time so he has them although they’re not that noticeable. And Viktor doesn’t usually care when people are rude to him online because there are always a few shitty people out there but it really pisses him off when someone insults Yuuri. So when someone tweeted him like ‘you’re really hot, why do you bother with someone with ugly stretch marks like Katsuki?’ he responds with ‘I love every part of my boyfriend including his marks. I especially like to kiss them every night when his thighs are wrapped round my head.’ which pretty much shut all the haters up there and then. Yuuri hit him with a pillow for it afterwards but he was secretly kind of pleased.

2) The day after one of the major competitions Yuuri was giving an interview and the interviewer asked ‘now that the competition is over has the tiredness set in yet and are you ready to go home or are you still riding high on the adrenaline from last night?’ and Chris, who happened to be walking past at that moment, was just like ‘well he was certainly riding something last night but it wasn’t the adrenaline.’ Yuuri’s expression after he said it became a popular reaction picture for when someone looks like they physically want to die of embarrassment.

1) The incident I mentioned in a previous ask where a tipsy Viktor ends up getting interviewed by a tabloid reporter when his tongue is looser than usual so when she asks ‘are you the top or the bottom in your relationship’ aka the question everyone else wanted to ask but was way too polite and respectful to, he just winked and said ‘why pick just one.’ And that was how the world found out that Viktor and Yuuri switch.

Fire and Ice

Bucky x Reader Oneshot

Summary – Prompt #37 – God, why do you always make me blush so damn much!

Warnings – One curse word, a little angst, a little fluff, and a little PG-13 action!

Word Count – 3,305

Notes – This is my fic for Kait’s @bionic-buckyb 5K AU Writing Challenge.  I’m taking a page out of Anika’s @avengerofyourheart book and using my own life as inspiration for this fic.  As some of you know, I was in the Air Force before I became a teacher.  I was a Medical Technician (med tech for short) which basically meant I was an LPN.  RN’s were the officers (Lieutenants and Captains) and the med techs were enlisted (Sergeants and Chiefs).  This fic is basically the story of my insane crush on one of the doctors I worked with when I was stationed at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base 17 years ago.  He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life and every time I was near him, my face would turn so red!  Most of what happens in this fic actually happened to me. I never got the courage to talk to him, but I saw a picture of him a few years ago and he got old and fat, so maybe I dodged a bullet!  Anyway, he’ll always have a special place in my heart and this fic gives me an opportunity for some closure (and to finally put my fantasies into words!). As always, I enjoy reading all of your feedback, comments and questions!

Special Notes – The military is notorious for using acronyms, so here are the ones that I will be using in this fic.

·         Lt. – Lieutenant

·         LPN – Licensed Practical Nurse

·         RN – Registered Nurse

·         OTS – Officer Training School (boot camp for officers)

·         EJ – External Jugular Vein Cannulation (an IV that goes in the side of your neck)

Masterlist

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“Winter is coming. I repeat, Winter is coming.”

Bucky turned away from the blood pressure monitor to see Steve darting into the room.  “I’ve told you a thousand times to stop calling her that.”

“I’m not the one who started calling her the Ice Queen.  Blame Dr. Stark for that nickname.”

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“Princess-Cut”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky sustains an injury because of a punk-ass kid, and you swoop in to do something about it.

A/N: I quickly wrote this on my phone while my dad drove us to the theater, so I’m sorry for the grammar mistakes. We’re going to watch “Arrival”, and I’m so excited! Also happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends! -j xx

“MOVE!”

People scatter like scared pigeons as you sprint through the hospital doors. This is impressive, considering that you’re in a tight pencil skirt and brand new red stilettos.

You skid to clean stop, slightly knocking the wind out of yourself. When you blink to, you notice you’ve captured the attention of the front desk nurses and a group of fraternity brothers.

Still, that doesn’t stop you from loudly smacking the counter. “Where is Bucky Barnes?” you ask, trying your best to keep calm.

“Mr. Barnes is -”

“(Y/N)!” a familiar voice calls out. Tony’s presence normally doesn’t evoke any strong emotions, but when the leader of the Avengers pulls you into a comforting hug, you can’t help but tear up.

Today was supposed to be a normal day without any surprises. You were bidding a client goodbye when Tony called; he and Bucky were at a hospital right outside of the city. Some kid had thought it would be funny to stick a Swiss Army Knife into deeply Bucky’s flesh arm.

“Aww, don’t cry. It’d take a lot more to kill Frosty,” Tony lightheartedly jokes. “He’s okay. You know, regenerative healing power. The police brought him here as a safety net, but Bucky doesn’t want to press charges. And Bucky didn’t call you because he didn’t want to worry you.”

"I know, but I’m - Oh my God.” Words get caught in your throat when your eyes catches Bucky walking down the hallway towards you.

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Tom Holland Imagine: Girlfriend? What girlfriend?

Summary: You and Tom are both finally getting some recognition in Hollywood. Tom also can’t keep is mouth shut so Marvel gives him a fake girlfriend so he has excuses when he goes places. That girlfriend being you.

A/N: Making this up as I go… as usual… bear with me (Also, I haven’t taken Latin in years so give me break if some of my mythology is wrong. Seriously, I will fight you if you try and be the smart ass the corrects me.)

Warnings: none

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Tom’s POV:

“I don’t understand why I have to go on this stupid date…”

“You can’t keep your damn mouth shut, that’s why.”

I glared at Harrison as he flipped through the pages of his magazine. He sighed before closing it.

“Look, mate, it’s not even like Y/N is unattractive. She’s actually quite the opposite. She’s stunning, really. And maybe this "relationship” can put you on the radar of some more casting directors as well.“

"I just don’t like hurting my fans. They all support and love me so much and I don’t want them to be hurt when they find out about Y/N and I.”

“If they’re really your fans, they’ll support you. Now promise me you won’t be a dick and piss her off.”

“I promise…”

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Your POV:

“This is so stupid. Why am I being forced on this date just because he can’t keep his mouth shut? How does this benefit me? All that’s gonna happen is a bunch of teenage girls are gonna send me death threats!”

“Y/N, it’s all about publicity. Tom is a very well respected actor and he could do you some good. He can make you look desirable which is what we want if you want to land that role.”

I rolled my eyes at my agent. I put in my last earring as I smoothed my hands over my dress.

“He better be pretty damn charming or I’m gonna kill you.”

“Trust me, once you see him, you’ll be thanking me for weeks.”

Then the doorbell rang. I looked at Kasey with wide eyes. She sighed and signaled for me to get the door.

I slowly walked over and opened it up to reveal who I assumed was Tom.

Okay, so Kasey had been right about him being attractive but that means nothing if he’s a total asshole.

“Y/N? I’m Tom.”

“Hello, Tom. It’s nice to meet you.”

Tom held his arm out for me to take. He led me to a cab and held the door open for me.

Okay, he gets a point for that.

I smiled at him as he helped me in before shutting the door and walking around to his side.

“So, what are we doing tonight?”

“Well, we need to be seen so I got us tickets to see Hamilton if that’s alright with you?”

“Hamilton!? Are you serious!? We’re seeing Hamilton!?”

“Yeah, I thought it would be fun. I’ve also only learned about the revolutionary war from the UK’s perspective so I thought it would be cool to learn about it from America’s point of view.”

“Okay, well I must warn you, they do kinda mock you guys in the play.”

“Yeah, I figured. Anyway, let’s get going.”

Tom lead me into the theater after plenty of paparazzi snapped pictures of us together. He lead us to the box where our seats were and we sat down as we waited for the show to begin.

Tom and I attempted to talk while we waited for the show to start. It was very awkward considering I could see all the girls below us pointing up at Tom and I, obviously recognizing him as the new Spider-Man.

Suddenly the lights dimmed and the show began…

—Time Skip—

“So, did you like it?”

“Oh my gosh, I LOVED it! I’ve only ever listened to the soundtrack and it was so amazing to actually get to SEE it! Thank you, Tom! So much!” I said as I kissed his cheek… in front of the cameras.

Tom smiled down at me as he once again helped me into the cab.

Once he was seated next to me, he sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

I pulled out my phone to see that my notifications were blowing up.

I opened Instagram to see pictures of Tom and I everywhere and let me tell you, the fans were not taking it well…

“Ugly ass bitch”

“She’s such a slut, look at how short her dress is”

“Why would Tom EVER go out with her!? She’s so ugly and can’t even act… he could do so much better.”

I felt a tear fall down my cheek and I was quick to wipe it away in hopes of Tom not noticing.

But, he did.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“Umm, it’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“No you’re not. What’s wrong? You can tell me. I am technically your boyfriend after all.” He said as he smiled at me.

“This can’t happen again. We can’t keep doing this. God, just one date and look what’s already happened! And it’s not even like you actually care about me! We’re only dating each other for publicity and so you have an excuse while you’re in New York!”

I shoved my phone in Tom’s face as he read through the captions, comments and tweets that had been sent to me.

“Shit, love. I’m so sorry. I-I knew this was a bad idea. I tried to tell them- shit… I’m so sorry. This is all my fault…”

“It’s not your fault, Tom. If it wasn’t you, Kasey would’ve just put me in another relationship with someone who was probably rude and a lot less attractive.”

My face turned red as I realized I had just called Tom attractive. I saw a small smile form on his face out of the corner of my eye.

“So, you’re just as attracted to me as I am to you?”

“I-Uh…”

“Well, if you’re declaring this as our last date, then why earth would I let it be over anytime soon? Driver! Take us to Central Park instead.”

“Tom, what are you doing?”

“The night is still young, darling.”

The cab pulled up at Central Park and Tom and I stepped out of the cab. As it began to drive away, Tom hooked his arm in mine.

We began to walk through the park before we found a bench that satisfied Tom and we sat down.

“I’ve always loved looking at the stars.” Tom said.

I looked at him and smiled, urging him to continue.

“Ever since I was a little kid, they always fascinated me. It amazes me that we have the ability to see something so far away. I mean, it doesn’t make since, does it? We can’t see some things that are literally on us without a microscope but we can still see balls of burning gas that are millions of miles away. Pretty incredible, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s very incredible.”

I scooted close to Tom and laid my head on his shoulder.

I looked up at the stars as he continued to point out constellations.

“That’s the Big Dipper, and there’s the Little Dipper… and that ones Ursa Major and the smaller one is Ursa Minor. And if you look over there, that’s Orion’s Belt.”

I smiled as Tom continued to point out other constellations.

“Do you know the story of Ursa Major and Ursa Minor?” I asked, interrupting him.

Tom shook his head and smiled down at me.

“Long ago, there was a beautiful young maiden. The god, Zeus, began to admire her from Mt. Olympus. He fell in love with her. And one night, he disguised himself as a man and crawled into the maiden’s bed. The young maiden became pregnant and gave birth to Zeus’s son. Zeus’s wife, Hera, became furious when she found out that her husband had had an affair. And like she always did, she punished the innocent maiden. She turned the girl and her son into a bear. And Zeus, who was heartbroken by the discovery, decided that they should not be something that’s hunted like a bear, but should be something that’s admired, like the stars. He put the maiden and her son into the sky for everyone in the world to admire. Hera was not happy by this decision, but could do nothing to stop Zeus from making sure that everyone could see the beauty in the girl and her son.”

Tom was still smiling at me as I finished the myth that I had learned too many times in my Latin class.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you as the type of girl to like mythology.”

“Oh, I love it. So much.”

Unfortunately, my time with Tom came to an end. He dropped me off at my hotel where we said our final goodbye.

I spent the rest of the night staring at the stars.

—Time Skip—

I woke up one morning to pounding at the door.

I cursed whoever had woken me up from my peaceful slumber and trudged over to the door and opened it to see a package.

I picked up the box and brought it into the room and placed it on the table. I picked up a knife and began to cut the edges of the box before it opened up to reveal a book.

Not just any book.

A book on Greek mythology.

I smiled and picked up the letter that was placed on top of it.

My name was written in cursive on the front. I sat down on the couch before I opened it and read it.

Dear Y/N,

I know writing letters is old fashioned, but so is Greek mythology so I found it fitting. After the night that we spent together a few weeks ago, you haven’t left my mind. In fact, the memories of the time I spent with you drove me to purchase this book and read it. You’ve now given me an interest in Greek mythology. Ironically, the last story in the book is the story of Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. As I looked at the illustrations, it felt like they were screaming at me to write this letter and send it to you. I know you said that we shouldn’t be together, but that was before we really spent time together. I would like to take you out again. For real this time. No paparazzi and no negative comments. If you are interested, please call me. I would love to have a second chance with my girlfriend.

Love,

Tom

I smiled as I read the letter over and over again before I picked up the phone to call the guy who was about to change my world forever.

Chapter Twenty Four

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Diamond

“How many times are you going to fix the table? There’s nothing else you can do to it baby.” Myles said as he came in the dining room.

“I just want it to look nice; you picked up the food right?”

“Yeah I got it, I told you I could’ve cooked for tonight. You’re really overthinking everything.”

“I’m not, this is a big deal. We’re about to tell our parents about us. I’m not even worried about Toi or my dad, I’m more so worried about my mother and yours. You know they can’t stand each other. Shit, quiet as kept your mother can’t stand me either.”

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Dear Parents

Hi. How ya doing? Being a parent is weird and hard and rewarding, right? That’s been my experience anyhow. Most of us are trying to do the best we can. There’s a lot expected of us. There’s a lot of pressure in raising a tiny human without fucking up. And I hate to add to your growing list of duties and concerns and necessary steps in raising a happy, healthy person but there’s something really important you need to do.

Teach your children what abuse looks like.

Now, the hardest part about doing that is actually going to be learning yourself what abuse looks like.

“I know what abuse is!” you say.

Sorry. You probably don’t. Statistically speaking, I’m more likely addressing somebody on the other side of the screen that hasn’t been properly educated on the realities of abuse. We’re fed a lot of myths about abuse. You don’t have to be ashamed because society failed to teach you right. It’s not your fault, but it is your responsibility to correct that error now.

I would suggest you sit down with a copy of Why Does He Do That? (my favorite book so far on the topic written by one of the world’s foremost experts). I know, I know. You’re busy. You’re stretched thin. You probably already lack time to read for pleasure as much as you did before you have kids and now some rando on the internet is assigning you fucking homework? But trust me, it’s worth it.

After that, teach your kids. Teach them what abuse looks like. Teach your sons especially what constitutes abuse and that there is no excuse to justify it and that they alone are responsible for their actions.

How?

There’s lots of ways (and a lot depends on their age). But here’s a list of suggestions:

  • Don’t ever force your children to hug or kiss someone if they don’t want to, not even Grandma, not even YOU. This teaches them bodily autonomy and that not even loved ones are entitled to violate their boundaries.
  • Make comments or ask questions about media you consume together to get them to think critically about the ideas presented to them. This might mean saying “hmmm, I wonder why there are so few girls in this movie.” or asking “How do you think [character a] felt when [character b] wouldn’t take no for an answer?” This can be a hard step because you’ll need to train yourself to spot problematic content in the first place. And I’m not saying you can’t watch anything problematic (you might as well give up TV altogether). Just challenge your kids to think about what they see. i.e. If you’re watching Batman the Animated Series you could say “I really don’t like the way Joker treats Harley Quinn. Do you think she deserves that?”
  • Acquire (whether by purchasing or borrowing from a library) positive representation of women and relationships for your children including (and perhaps especially) your sons. The publishing and media industries only market girl-centric stories to female audiences which contributes to boys growing up learning that stories and the world revolve around them. They also tend to only push media that deals with interpersonal relations and emotions on girls, leaving boys with action and violence heavy stories. This can send the message that empathy and emotional labor is for girls.
  • Talk to them, especially older kids and teenagers, particularly when they reach dating age. Invite them to ask questions and talk about their opinions about abuse to get them engaged in the conversation rather than simply lecturing. Take advantage of a captive audience (riding in the car for example) and teach them little bits here and there on a regular basis.
  • Respect your children and allow them reasonable control over their own lives. I’m not saying you should let your kid decide, “nah, I hate shots. I’m skipping my vaccinations.” But you should definitely give them the power of choice as often as you can. Maybe that means letting them dropping soccer for theatre or picking between two options for dinner’s side veggie. The important thing is they are raised in an environment that doesn’t predispose them to accepting total control from someone else.
  • Model healthy relationship dynamics in your own romantic relationship if you have one. This is especially important for dads. Even if you’re not abusive, you may engage in behavior that is based on the same underlying attitudes and entitlement that fuels abuse because society has taught you that it’s all right. It’s on YOU and you alone to recognize and fix that. 
  • Set hard and fast rules in your home regarding respect of women. Don’t allow your kids, especially your sons, to use misogynist language (shut down anything that labels women as inherently crazy or inferior, don’t condone the use of words like bitch or cunt, etc.). And no matter how awkward you feel, make sure you talk to them about the unrealistic and misogynist aspects of most pornography (when age appropriate).
  • Learn and utilize appropriate parenting tools especially regarding punishment vs. consequence, assertive vs. authoritarian parenting, and similar issues to avoid falling into abusive parenting patterns. How To Talk So Kids Will Listen and Listen So Kids Will Talk, Siblings Without Rivalry, Unconditional Parenting, and many other wonderful books will help you raise emotionally healthy kids with strong self esteem. Remember, there is no shame in seeking education to learn to how parent. It’s a skill like any other and nobody is born knowing how to do it right. But the old joke about wishing there was a parenting manual handed out when you have a baby? It’s only half true. There’s plenty of quality manuals (and unfortunately some shit ones too, so watch out). But you have to go get them yourself.
  • Insist the men and boys in your household participate equally in housework. To do otherwise reinforces the idea that men are entitled to have women take care of even their most basics needs (like a clean home or clean laundry or food to eat). Teaching your daughters to do an oil change and use a power drill is wonderful and great and you should do that too. But it’s arguably even more important to make sure you teach your sons not only how to clean, cook, manage a budget, do the grocery shopping, care for babies, etc. but that is expected of them just as much as it is of any woman.
  • Insist upon comprehensive sex ed programs that cover topics of consent, bodily autonomy, respect, and partner abuse. If your local schools don’t provide them, check for community offerings (the O.W.L. program offered at many Unitarian Churches is one such program and don’t worry, it’s secular). If there’s nothing available, take it into your own hands. Talk to your kids about this stuff and provide them appropriate books and resources on the topic.

Do your best. You won’t be perfect. No parent ever is. But if you try and if you never give up, you’ll more than likely succeed in raising kids that not only aren’t abusive, but that will not be drawn into an abusive relationship.

That said…

If you have teen or adult children you may very well face a situation in which they have either been abused, or accused of abusing someone else. What do you do then? Well, that first book I mentioned (Why Does He Do That?) lays out in detail exactly what family members should and shouldn’t do in these situations. But I’ll give you a quick and dirty summary:

If your child is facing abuse:

  • Believe them. And don’t blame them.
  • Don’t pressure them. Don’t pressure them to give their abuser another chance NOR should you pressure them to leave their abuser.
  • Listen to their needs and offer your support.
  • Give them the respect that their abuser won’t.
  • Get yourself support so that you can vent your sorrows and concerns to somebody else instead of burdening the abuse victim with comforting you.
  • When possible, and only if the victim agrees, offer practical support (such as paying for her to go to therapy, driving her to appointments, etc.).

If you child has been accused of abuse:

  • Believe the victim. Chances are they are telling the truth. When your child makes excuses for their behavior or tries to downplay it, press them on it for details and to describe what they think is their partner’s point of view on the matter. This will often reveal that they are exaggerating and/or lying and that they have not been honestly listening to or empathizing with their partner. Then make sure to talk to the victim and get her side of the story.
  • Do not make excuses for your child. Do not ask the victim to forgive them or give them another chance. Make it clear to your child that you will not participate in talk in which their victim is blamed or dehumanized or otherwise insulted.
  • Make it clear that you expect your child to get into a reputable abuser program (Lundy Bancroft describes what to look for to make sure it’s a good program in his book). Do not tell them to go to therapy or couple’s therapy. Only a program designed to address abuse will do any good and even then, only if the abuser chooses to do the long, hard work of changing. Conventional therapy can often make the situation even worse.

And in either case, avoid provoking the abuser. Chances are the abuser will take it out on their victim in private rather than risk damage to their reputation with you by lashing out at you.

Twist of Fate (Pt 2)

Hey guys! Part 2 is finally here after days of procrastination and exams! I quite like the direction of the plot so far. It’s something I’ve never seen before which is nice. Hope you all enjoy!

Part 1 : Here


               Betty finally spoke out, praying for the moment to finally be over. Jughead’s face flushed red as he remembered she didn’t know her way around.

               "Sorry, sorry. Um, yeah it’s right through here.“ The beanie-clad boy stumbled over his words, eventually managing to form a coherent sentence. He looked over at his new roommate and noticed her eyes shining in amusement. They were walking past the open lounge area and into a hallway that consisted of 3 doors. One, that Betty assumed held residency of Jughead, had a large poster on the outside of "A Rebel Without a Cause”. Betty stopped, entranced by the poster.

               "You like “A Rebel Without a Cause”?“ She asked, studying the poster more thoroughly. It wasn’t a promotional poster, it looked like it was made for some place called the Twilight Drive-In. Betty had heard of that place, it was in the next town over called Greendale. She often went there and put in some suggestions but soon heard it got closed down due to lack of funding.

               "Yeah, I’m a sucker for the classics. Don’t get me wrong, Nicholas Ray did a great job. But I’m more of a Tarantino guy myself. I don’t know what is it but I find something so intoxicatingly beautiful about his work. It’s always a masterpiece, you can tell this guy loves what he does. I don’t know, I guess I just respect that. True art forms.” Jughead babbles on whilst Betty listened, intrigued by the topic. He was shocked that she hadn’t even looked the least bit bored. He’d never gotten this far before without either being told to shut up or boring people half to death.

               "I fully agree! As a kid I used to love “Pulp Fiction” but lately I’ve been more about the “Kill Bill” series. And although Tarantino is possibly the best director in this generation, I’ll always have a soft spot for Ray. I wish I could’ve lived in the 50s.“ Betty responds with enthusiasm and actual knowledge. Jughead is shocked. He can’t help but crack out a goofy grin, maybe this roommate wouldn’t be so unbearable. Although, nothing could be worse than Archie Andrews. "Also, is this from the Twilight Drive-In?” Betty thought it was a long shot but she had to ask, it was all too familiar.

               "Yeah, how did you know that?“ He quipped, wondering how on earth she knew the place he’d spent his entire childhood. Jughead was very defensive over his childhood. It was filled with a lot of heartbreak, betrayal and distrust. He was born into a house that lacked solidarity. His father was a raging alcoholic; his mother was a selfish, egotistical maniac that shouldn’t have been graced with the ability to reproduce. His sister was the only stability that Jughead could grasp on to. Jellybean was the only thing that he stuck around for.

               The drive-in was an important part of his childhood. He would sneak himself and JB through the back and into the crowd, just to spend at least an hour or two away from their parents. Jellybean never got enough sleep, neither did Jughead. The arguing, the smashing of fragile objects, the crying. Sometimes it got too much. His dad would come home one night, reeking of cheap booze and cigarette smoke, and then his mother would snap.

               The drive-in offered clarity and escape for the two children. Though it was short lived when social services caught the bruises on Jughead and the burns on JB. Nothing was said but the police knew what had been happening. The Jones name had a reputation in the town of Greendale. The family with the town drunk, the selfish bitch, the outcast boy and the sweet little girl. It wasn’t longer before both kids were put into the social system and separated.

               How he got the poster was another story. One he isn’t quite proud of but it needed to happen. When his 3rd foster family had refused to shelter him any further, he ran away. Jughead went back to Greendale. He didn’t know what he was expecting, he had been gone for 6 years and as a 16 year old he didn’t exactly look the same. He tried finding his parents and instead found a sight that broke his heart.

               At the drive-in, Jughead saw his father’s old truck. He aimlessly walked over, expecting to see him passed out in the back. But instead he saw his father who looked cleaned up and sober, his mother who was smiling, cuddled next to her husband. But the sight that broke his heart the most, Jellybean wrapped up in both of their arms, looking like a completely different kid.

               Jughead didn’t bother staying to watch the movie. Not even "A Rebel Without a Cause” could make him stay. He had been cheated, rejected and most importantly, he had been broken. Even his own family can’t stand to have him around. Ripping a poster from the wall, he made his way to a destination he was uncertain of. With hot tears stinging the frozen skin of his face, he wondered why no one had the capability to love him.

               "I used to go there all of the time as a teenager. I loved it there.“ Betty gushed, not turning to look at Jughead but instead focusing her attention on the poster. It’s not like Jughead kept it up there to torture himself, it was a powerful reminder that the past is the past . And although it may be painful, it helped us to get where we are now. Betty turned around to the door opposite Jughead’s, noticing the bright yellow post-it note on the door saying "Betty Cooper’s Room”. The handwriting was messy but Betty found it charming.

               "Ah, yeah. That’s your room. The room down the hall, just there, is my office.“ Jughead pushed open Betty’s door and helped her to carry her stuff inside. The room was moderately large. It was about the size of Betty’s room back home, maybe a tad larger. The walls were neatly painted a pastel green that looked almost white. It was furnished with all the necessities; a bed, a walk in wardrobe, a desk and a tall lamp tucked away in the corner. She seemed to have her own bathroom as well. A low set window sill was parallel to her bed, it was very wide. Betty already had ideas of all the aesthetic Instagram photos she could take. The view was incredible.

               "This room is beautiful. Are you sure the rent is high enough?” Betty stared, doe-eyed. Jughead didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t tell the truth, not yet. Instead he merely shrugged, offering her a boyish smirk. “That’s not exactly an answer Mr…” Betty trailed off, suddenly realizing she didn’t even know her own roommates last name. Then again, they had only met 10 minutes ago.

               "Jones. It’s Mr. Jones.“ Jughead offered, still smirking at the blonde haired girl stood in front of him. He looked down at his watch, noticing the time. "Well, I better leave you to unpack and get settled. It around 4 now so when do you want dinner?” He asked, opening the door wider to step through. Betty nodded, quickly throwing her backpack onto the ground before beaming up to him.

               "You cook?“ She asked, amusement evident on her features. At first, Jughead wanted to reply saying that he was forced to learn due to his prior parents being a waste of space. Instead he settled with a wink.

               "I can do a lot Cooper. Eating food is a huge hobby of mine.” He threw back, chuckling slightly. Betty returned with a small giggle and unzipped her suitcase, pulling out items of clothing and packing them into the wardrobe. She seemed to have a lot of clothes, this reminded him of Veronica almost instantly.

               "I’m a good cook too. How about I start packing now and come help you at around 6? It can be a roommate bonding session.“ Betty joked, disappearing and reappearing whilst putting her stuff away in various locations. He statement make Jughead’s heart swell. He didn’t know this girl but she seemed nice enough. He truly did believe they were going to get on just fine. Maybe he could add another member to the Scooby gang. Which, at the moment, only consisted of him, Archie and Veronica.

               "Sure, Cooper.” Betty poked her tongue out playfully at his remark, watching him pace out of the room. She continued packing but at a faster rate this time. A huge part of her couldn’t wait for 6 o'clock. Jughead walked into the lounge and threw himself onto the couch next to Archie, who was playing Fallout 4 on the 65" flat screen Jughead got gifted last year.

               "How’s the new roommate? Lasting well without me and Ronnie?“ Archie’s eyes were glued to the screen but Jughead could tell he was teasing. Slapping his arm softly, he was about to reply when the front door swung open. Stood in a navy blue dress, obviously accompanied with pearls, was the raven-haired princess Jughead learned to love. She had a huge grin spread across her deep red lips, her eyebrows raised in anticipation. Speak of the Devil and she shall appear.

               "Where’s this new roommate I’ve heard so much about, Juggiekins?” She too teased, coming over to embrace him in a hug, placing a firm kiss on his cheek. Instinctively, he wiped his cheek which only making Veronica smirk. Betty heard someone come in and decided to check out who it was. Little did she know what kind of surprise would be hitting her.

               As soon as she walked into the room and saw Veronica, her heart stopped beating. God seems to have graced Betty with one of the greatest gifts she could’ve asked for. It seemed almost too good to be true at this point. When Veronica spun around the meet Betty’s gaze, her jaw fell. Her lips were parted and both girls stood in shock. Jughead and Archie sat, confused at what was happening.

               "Ronnie?“ Betty beamed hopefully. The next few seconds were a blur, The girls ran towards each other at full force, knocking them both onto the ground. They were hugging whilst loudly crying and muffling incoherent words. Jughead was beyond confused by now. How did they know each other? After what felt like forever, the girls separated. Both were crying yet smiling so happily.

               "I can’t believe you’re here. This is so crazy!” Ronnie cried out, pulled Betty into another hug. Archie was about to speak up until Ronnie pulled back again. “Boys, this is my long-time internet friend, Betty Cooper. We lost touch sometime last year but, oh god am I glad to see you.” Veronica explained. “We have so much to catch up on, come on!” In an instant both girls were at their feet, running into Betty’s room and closing the door.

               "Wait. I’m confused. So your new roommate is best friends with your sister?“ Archie whispered quietly, not wanting the girls to hear. Jughead was still in a state of shock. How had he never known about Veronica knowing Betty? At dinner he’d always heard her babble on about this friend she had but he never listened. Now he’s starting to wish he did.

               "Don’t ask me pal, we’re in the same boat.” He spoke out, still bewildered. How is it that the girl he chooses out of 50 other applicants, just happens to be his sister’s best friend? That’s not a coincidence, that’s the work of the lord above.

               Jughead didn’t want Betty to know that Veronica was his family. It’d bring up too much personal family stuff for their friendship at the moment. In time, he wants to share everything about himself. Who he really is, his job, his family, his aspirations. But right now, the story was far too complicated and Jughead was in no frame of mine to give that out.

               He reminisced about the past. The heartbreak after the drive in, the weeks alone in the cold, Hiram Lodge spotting him sleeping behind a dumpster in Brooklyn. He was on the brink of death but the Lodge’s took him in, treated him like a son. They fed him, built up his strength and gave him a warm place to sleep. Jughead was forever in their favor. It wasn’t long before the adoption occurred and Jughead was officially Forsythe Jones-Lodge. Though he preferred to go by Jones. He may hate his family but Jones is more fitting for such an obscure name.

               "Maybe it won’t be so bad. Betty doesn’t seem like the type to judge. Just tell her about the past and tell her about the Blue and Gold. Stop building up walls and refusing to knock them down.“ His red headed friend squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. Jughead couldn’t though. The sad look in Archie’s eye only proved that Arch didn’t believe he could either. It takes time to trust. Even if he feels like Betty will be different, he didn’t want her to be his reckoning.


I hope you all enjoyed this part 2! It’s slightly longer but not as long as I’d like it to be! After I get my exams out of the way I’ll be able to write more! These two weeks cannot come fast enough. As always, feedback is very much appreciated and it warmed my heart to see how many of you loved part 1! There’s gonna be a lot more!

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Rex Headcanons

  • (I read something like this in a fanfic but can’t remember if it’s canon or not) Rex actually became a Commander not long into the Clone Wars, but kept the Captain title because 1) Ahsoka is Commander of the 501st and he didn’t want it getting confusing, and 2) a Captain is still high on the target list for sniper and assassin droids, but not as high as a Commander
  • Unlike many of his brothers, Rex doesn’t show off his tattoos. They aren’t identifiers for him, they’re honorary. Like his lightsaber tattoo for Ahsoka. He has a few others, too, for close friends like Cody and Fives. Kix swears up and down that Rex has tats for Obi-Wan and Anakin, too, but no one has ever been able to prove it.
  • They never found out for sure who killed Waxer on Umbara, but Rex is convinced that he’s the one who shot him and was unable to look Cody in the eye for weeks afterwards. Cody doesn’t blame any of the 501st for what happened, he knows it was all Krell’s fault and that they both lost plenty of good men in that horrible skirmish, but Rex still feels guilty.

Ahsoka Headcanons

  • for the year between leaving the Jedi and the fall of the Republic, Ahsoka worked for a relief program for war-torn planets. She did this under the program set up by Senators Amidala and Organa, but asked both of them not to mention it to any of the Jedi, especially Anakin, because she knew that he’d come looking for her if he knew where she was.
  • Ahsoka attended Padme’s funeral on Naboo - since she was a friend of the Senator, that meant she was also friends with most of her handmaidens. They knew that she was in danger by being there, but understood that her presence was a peace offering on behalf of any Jedi left alive, and so they gave her one of their mourning cloaks and hid her among their ranks. They all styled their hair elaborately so that her montrals wouldn’t look so out of place under her hood.
    • also, connected headcanon that Padme’s handmaidens formed the basis of the Rebel Alliance and set up the first spy network for them
  • Ahsoka did visit the Temple one last time after Order 66 - she had to know what had happened to her friends. She arrived not long after the Empire rose, before Palpatine and Vader could completely ransack the place, and was able to escape with some of the more precious holobooks from the Archives, as well as three holocrons.

Obi-Wan Headcanons

  • Lineage/Legacy Obi-Wan is my canon Obi-Wan and I highly recommend that everyone who loves Obi-Wan, especially young Obi, read Ruth Baulding’s stuff because WOW
    • stubborn broody yaks are canon Obi and Qui okay it’s  c a n o n  for me
  • Obi-Wan is TERRIBLE about forming attachments, like he can lecture Anakin about it until he’s blue in the face, but at the end of the day Obi-Wan loves everyone and he just cares so damn much and hurts himself in the process and it’s not fair stop hurting my Space Trash Son No. 1
  • he once saved his and Anakin’s skin during a mission when Anakin was a teenager by serenading the locals until he won them over with his lovely singing voice, something that Anakin bothered him about for months until Obi-Wan finally gave him informal singing lessons (they didn’t end well, for anyone)

Cody Headcanons

  • (once again, I read this in a fic and I don’t know if it’s canon or not but I love it) Cody and 99 are batch brothers and Cody spent most of his early years threatening (and sometimes actually) to beat up anyone who looked at 99 funny
    • Cody is almost solely responsible for the sheer amount of respect and adoration most of the clones hold for 99 by the time Domino Squad is going through training
  • everyone thinks Rex is more of a troublemaker due to his association with Anakin, but actually Cody is the  w o r s t  just like how Obi-Wan actually is. Cadets on Kamino still whisper about that time an ‘unidentified cadet’ single-handedly gave everyone in the barracks green hair. All the troopers know it was Cody, but the Kaminoans never caught him so they still keep their mouths shut out of respect. (as a side note, that incident led to Rex bleaching his hair to get rid of the green, and deciding that he looked pretty damn good as a blond)
  • Cody also was one of the last clones to receive personal training from Jango Fett, before the training protocols were put into place, when they were still working out the kinks. This meant that he garnered a streak of independence the Kaminoans frowned upon, but which saved his life and that of Obi-Wan’s several times over.

i’m not sure if you wanted CodyWan hc or not but i decided to put them in anyways bc hell yeah CodyWan

CodyWan (or Master and Commander) Headcanons

  • they know that there is a betting pool among the 212th and the 501st about who will (publicly) get together first - them or Rex and Ahsoka. They also know that Rex and Ahsoka are blissfully unaware of both this fact and that Cody and Obi-Wan know that they’re together already. 
  • Obi-Wan likes to rant to Cody, to get things off his chest and whatnot. His favorite topics are Anakin, the Council, Anakin, whatever dumb move Ahsoka recently pulled while emulating her master, Anakin, Anakin’s secret marriage to Padme, and Anakin. Cody is pretty sure he knows more about General Skywalker than anyone except Obi-Wan and Anakin himself at this point, and possibly knows even more then Padme. He hasn’t decided yet if this is a good thing or not.
  • Obi-Wan kept the Mandalorian armor he stole during the whole Darth Maul fiasco. For reasons. Reasons involving a Mandalorian lover who is certainly not blonde or busty.
    • Obi-Wan does sometimes wonder, though, if Cody and Satine would have gotten along. He thinks that they probably would have, despite being a pacifist and a soldier, if only to laugh together at his expense.

sadly, I have to get going to class, otherwise this would be a lot longer, but I hope you enjoy it!! Everyone is more than welcome to send me more requests for headcanons or your own headcanons that you want to share!

He’s Insecure


Nico had never been one to care about appearances much.
He never paid attention to fashion or hair, he didn’t pay attention to makeup or figure.
He always just accepted people for the way they are so why shouldn’t they do the  same for him?
For most people, including him, is that another person had said something  to them or made a comment on how they look. In this case, it was something that was said to you  about him.
It was June 1st, the day that marked yours and Nico’s one year anniversary together and he was going to be a gentleman about it and give you flowers, it’s probably something he picked up from hanging around Hazel.
He was only just walking up to the stables to give them to you to distract you from the overwhelming smell of horse poo when he overheard one Artemis’ huntress’ talking bad about him to you and trying to convince you to join the hunters and leave him… just like his sister did…
“ I honestly don’t get why you need this boy, Y/n, you are a strong independent being of your own will. Think about it, if you become one of us you won’t have to worry about boys harassing you for anything. Boys are flawed beings, they have acne, their voice gets all squeaky, they get horrific thoughts, they’re rude. ” About around that tie Nico had heard enough of the huntress’ bad talk and decided to return to his cabin and lie in his bed.
You defended all boys, of course, but it was a short while after Nico left before you got a word in.
“ I appreciate the girl power talk you gave, but  I’m dating a really sweet guy right now and I have a lot of friends who are guys too and I don’t like that you’re talking about people when they’re not here to defend themselves. I don’t know why you became a huntress and I don’t care how but I don’t believe in your views on life and I hope you can respect that we have different outlooks. ” I’m sure anyone could imagine that the girl was pissed off by the look she gave you before stalking off. You quickly began to finish your chores at the Stables so that you can go surprise Nico with his gift you made him in arts and crafts. The gift way actually a small necklace that had your favorite love quote on it, “ I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once. ”
Meanwhile Nico was in his cabin lying in his bunk with his face pressed into the dark pillow and his body encased in a sheet of black that blocked out any light emitting from the green torches that were Greek fire.
He tossed and twisted the bed sheets until they were nothing more than a pile at the end of his bed. Determined to prove the huntress wrong; he hurried over to the bathroom and leaned in close to the mirror to spot any acne and sure enough there were little red bumps appearing on the hairline of his forehead. He groaned and started picking at it with his finger since he obviously had no idea what he was doing and only making the pimple and skin around it a bright red. The now festered pimple  was spilling out a mixture of blood and oil, but the reason for blood being  because he picked and scratched instead of the proper execution. He winced from the sensitive skin being struck so many times in order to get rid of it all, but he can’t have acne because he needs Y/n around. He wants her around.
A small knock echoed loudly through the cabin and back to the bathroom where he stood; fear coursing his body as he recognized the knock on his cabin door, “ Hello? Nico are you here? Today’s a big day so get up! ” Your cheerful voice sounded close once he heard the door open and shut slowly. Nico hurriedly washed his face and scrubbed roughly at the popped pimple, desperately wishing it would go away in under a minute.

“Nico? What are you doing? ” Your voice sounded right next to him and he jumped back in surprise, hands flying to his face to cover the mark.
You raised an eyebrow at him and placed your hands on his arms in effort to push them away from his face.

Instead of facing the situation; he darted past you and out through the doorway, flinging himself on the bed and tossing the covers over himself once more today.

“What the actual Hades? Why are you hiding from me?” You said while fast walking over to his bed and sitting down on it, the creaky springs squealing slightly and the mattress tilting down from the new weight. You slid your fingers through the uncovered patch of long ebony hair that
stuck out wildly in an attempt to coax him to look at you. “I can’t help you if you won’t show me what’s wrong, ” you whispered quietly.

Nico sat up with teary eyes and the black blankets still wrapped around him tightly. Tear tracks followed the outline of his jaw and his dark midnight blue-black eyes were red and puffy only slightly. “I’m sorry,” his hoarse voice made a shaky apology.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, why is he crying?
“ Nico, why are you crying? Did something happen? ” You said timidly while reaching out to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.

He stared at you with a sorrowful look of anxiety painting every crevasse of his face, but he didn’t answer. Instead of an answer he gave a whimper and a muffled sob, his hand flying up to cover his face only made it cover your hand instead. His teary eyes scaled and climbed up your body until they reached your face, the words tumbling out before he could stop them, “ Why do you love me? ”

You were taken back by his sudden question. “ What do you mean ’ why do I love you?’ how can I not love you? ”

He shook his head and let out a quiet “No” before sniffling again. “ Why do you love me, Y/n? I’m always gone, My voice goes in and out when I speak, and I have pimples all over my face! ” His quiet voice got gradually louder as he listed off reasons, which were a bit exaggerated if I do say myself.

You blinked multiple times in thought of his reasons but smiled in victory once you put a sentence or two together in your head.
“ I love you so much, Nico, that when you’re gone I feel like you’re right next to me whispering sweet things in my ear just like you always do whenever you are here. I love your voice and how it squeaks and fades when you talk, it shows that you’re becoming a young man and I love how it squeaks whenever you talk excitedly about something Mrs. O'Leary did. You do nothave pimples all over your face and it just so happens that I love each and every one of them. ”

A small smile crept up on his lips at your words, “ Really? Each pimple? But they’re so unattractive! ”

You shook your head with a grin on your lips in the happiest way possible, “ I love your pimples, they remind me that you aren’t a god sent here to break teenage girls hearts. ”

He laughed lightly and leaned in to kiss your cheek, lovingly. “ Thank you, Y/n, now we can be the most beautiful couple in camp together. Screw Percabeth because (Ship name) is the new thing. ”








** IT’S DONE! Don’t hate me for being AWOL again, I’ve got 4 tests this week and I have exams coming up. I’m having to study all day and write whenever it’s possible. I’ll update as soon as I can next time, have a wonderful day, love!**

You Don’t Belong With Him - Negan & Carl Grimes Imagine

Part 2

Part 3

request: I adore your work💕 I was actually wondering if you could do a story(imagine?preference?) of reader X negan where the reader is like 17-18?and is apart of ricks group. The backstory would be like reader use to have feelings for Carl but Carl friend zone / rejected their feelings and now negan comes along and everytime he sees reader he would enjoy their company and tease the reader with sweet words and almost kisses and reader catches feelings, which makes Carl jealous af lol

a/n: everything italicized is a flashback from when the reader had a thing for carl

let me know what you think! my messages and inbox are always open, and i respond to everything :-)

word count: 1627


Alright, you can do this. You quickly walked up to the gates of Alexandria to greet Negan. This was something you thought you’d never have to deal with again. After meeting Rick when you were little, you always felt safe. Now… You were unsure. 

Alright, you can do this. You slowly walked up to Carl, unsure of how to address the subject. This was something you thought you’d ever have to deal with again. Boys. One boy in particular. You wanted to tell him how you’d felt for months, and you knew you had to do it soon. With the world’s current state of being, you didn’t have much time to tell him how you felt before something bad was bound to happen. 

“Hey, beautiful,” Negan said loudly from the opposite side of the gate. He leaned in and smirked at you, raising his eyebrows. 

“You talkin’ to me?” you snapped. “What’s your problem?” you asked sarcastically.

“Sure ain’t the view,” Negan sighed, rocking back on his heels. You stood confidently, not giving in to his manipulative mind games. You knew, though, that if Negan wanted you, he would take you. 

“In all seriousness, I want to talk to you about something,” Negan mumbled, his voice growing quieter so only you and a few other people could hear. Fear jolted throughout your body and limbs. Well, there went your confidence. 

“Hey, Carl?” you said quietly from behind him. He turned over his shoulder and smiled at you, brushing his hair out of his face.

“Oh, hey, (Y/N),” Carl said with a smile. “What’s up?”

You took a deep breath and adjusted your shoulders, remembering Maggie’s advice. Be confident; Boys can’t resist a girl who knows what she wants and takes it.

“I really just want to talk about something,” you muttered. Well, there went your confidence. 

“I barely know you! There’s no way in hell you’re just gonna kill my friends, steal our shit, then take me back with you as a goddamn trophy! I won’t let that bullshit happen. You can sure as hell count on that. Do you have any idea what you’d put me through? Did you really expect me to say yes to your offer? Screw off,” you yelled, leaving Negan shocked. 

“Look, (Y/N), we’ve known each other for a really long time–and I care for you a lot. I just… I don’t want what happened to my dad to happen to us, you know? When my mom died, you saw him. You know how much it tore him apart. And Jessie, too. I don’t want that for us. Maybe if things were different, we’d work. I just care about you too much to risk that. I’m sorry,” Carl said gently, placing his hand on your shoulder before walking away. 

“Well, here’s the deal. Either you come back with me, or I kill someone. Anyone of my choice, and at the moment… I’m thinking cowboy,” Negan snarled, pointing his gun at Carl. His eye caught yours, and your breathing sped up. Sure, he let you down when you confessed everything to him, but you still cared for him.

“Fine,” you groaned, giving in to his threat. If he had killed Carl because of your defiance, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. “I’ll go with you, but I won’t be happy about it.”

“Ah, doll, you just give me time, and you’ll change your mind about that,” Negan grumbled. 

You nodded, for you were suddenly unable to speak to the boy you had grown to love. You had never felt so broken in your life. Of all the things you’d been through, you’d think a teenage heartbreak would be nothing. You’d be wrong.

 When you arrived at the Sanctuary, you were treated with a tour of the whole place. It was magnificent, really, how he had built this community from the ground up and given people a place to stay. These people didn’t just respect him–They worshipped him. They kneeled before him, and anyone who walked at his side was untouchable. 

When you first met Rick, you were introduced to everybody in the small group they had. It was amazing, really, how he had brought strangers together and given them hope. These people weren’t just his friends–They respected him. You were the only other kid in the group. Naturally, you and Carl were drawn to each other. You always felt safest when you were by his side. You knew he would keep you safe from all harm. 

“So, are you just gonna screw me all the damn time? Is that why I’m here?” you asked annoyedly. You had been through it before; the sexually suggestive comments, the inappropriate touches, and the filthy things that had been said to and about you. 

“God, no. I’ve got my wives for that. You… I want to get to know you,” Negan admitted, sitting down across from you and offering you some fruit.

You stared at him in disbelief. “You’re joking, right? Come on, if you want to screw me just do it. I’m not gonna sit around a goddamn table and talk about the weather with you like we’re friends. I hate your guts. I’d kill you if I could. You know that.”

“I just want to talk, really. I mean it. I’m not gonna make any moves on you,” he chuckled. For a moment, you caught yourself admiring the glint in his eyes, but you snapped yourself out of it before your mind could wander too far. 

“I don’t have many women who go on runs with me. I’ve seen you in your group; You’re tough. You could be of use to me, and I could give you whatever you want, as long as you stay here. This is a one time offer. I want you to really think about it before you just say no. You could really benefit from this-”

“I’ll do it.” Your bluntness took Negan by surprise, but he was delighted. 

When you arrived in Alexandria a week later, you had already assisted him with a few other communities, including the Hilltop and the Kingdom. You had never heard of it before, but you were greeted by Morgan, who informed you that Carol was okay. That was really a relief for you. Carl ran up to you with open arms, but Negan pointed the head of Lucille at his chest.

“Hands to yourself, cowboy,” he demanded. Carl was furious. You could tell. His mouth shut and he deeply and quickly exhaled clenching his fists at his sides. 

To your surprise, Negan came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. Your shoulders awkwardly hunched to avoid his touch, but Negan didn’t seem to notice. 

“I think it’s time to go,” he whispered. You sadly smiled at Carl, then followed Negan into the truck. He drove alone with you in one of the smaller cars. 

“So,” he began, his voice being the only audible sound other than the rocking of the tires beneath you, “What’s up with you and cowboy?”

You shook your head, fiddling with a bracelet on your wrist. “Nothing’s up.”

“Come on, darlin’. You really expect me to believe he just came runnin’ up to ya’ because you’re buddies. Did ya’?” Negan taunted. When you remained silent, his voice softened. “Tell me.”

You exhaled deeply before allowing him into your past. “I loved him. I really did. We were young, but I know I loved him. I’ve known him since we were little kids, and his dad saved my life countless times. He’s a good guy–Rick. Go easy on him. Anyways, Carl didn’t feel the same way, and we just kinda… drifted apart. Of course we still talked occasionally. How couldn’t we? We were neighbors in Alexandria. Rick almost had me move in with them.”

Negan’s eyes darted between you and the road ahead of him. It was obvious he actually cared about what you had to say. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

The next week, when you went to visit Alexandria, Negan let you call the shots. He said he ‘just wasn’t feeling up to it.’ You knew better. You were helping everyone load up the trucks when you felt his firm grip on your shoulder. He spun you around so you were facing him and placed his face an inch away from yours. 

“Cowboy’s been keepin’ an eye on you,” he whispered. You didn’t know what was taking over you, but you began to lean into him. Before you could kiss him, he stopped you. “Save it for later, sweetheart.”

When you returned to your work, you noticed the old sheriff’s hat perched upon Carl’s head. You smiled at him, but he just frowned at you. 

“You don’t belong with him,” he said boldly, stepping closer to you. 

“Carl, cut it out. He’s gonna get mad if he sees you talking to me,” you warned. 

“Well, Cowboy. If she doesn’t belong with me, then who does she belong with? You?” Negan was back behind you, this time, his hands were placed on your shoulder and your hip. You stiffened under his grip, but he squeezed you lightly, reassuring you into easing up. 

“I’m sorry, Carl. We have to get going,” you muttered, turning away from him and climbing into the truck. On your way out, Negan grabbed Carl’s hat and tossed it on the ground behind him. 

“Oops,” he shrugged, and joined you in the car. 

Originally posted by midqueenally

let’s talk tendou satori

so, it is my lovely son’s birthday today (May 20th), and I wanted to take the opportunity, with season 3 approaching, to talk about why i seriously fucking love tendou, and why everyone else should too. so here we go, my top ten reasons, in no particular order, as to why i am in love with tendou satori.

spoilers for the manga under the cut, and many, many manga screencaps. i have over 100 of tendou. what can i say, i’m obsessed with this lovable redhead.

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why I ship theon/robb

or: a sadomasochist exercise in sunday morning meta for the anon who left me some asoiaf questions here, sorry if it’s taking me ages to reply.

so, one of those questions was why theon/robb. beware for the wordvomit.

general premises first out of the way: they fit a good number of my tropes of choice (as in, I tend to ship best friends with very close relationships/character a who has a fairly unhealthy life and his only healthy-ish rship is with b a lot of the time, and I apparently like age gaps as well sooo, or at least half of the stuff I ship has an age gap I don’t do that consciously though) so like, it’s also fitting in some of the patterns I notoriously like.

but other than personal preferences (also sorry if I end up linking some meta I previously wrote but if I rehash everything it becomes extra long) there’s the part where this two doomed idiots have the most fucking beautiful and tragic relationship ever and it’s built in such an exquisitely cruel way I can’t even with them and they’re so important to each other even if they should have never been and guys listen I just - okay let’s just do the list.

  • instance one: these two idiots were best friends and they should have never been. by all logic theon should have hated robb just on account of being related to the person who is holding him hostage and the reason he’s been pretty much eradicated from his homeland. and robb should have disliked theon just on account of his heritage never mind that robb was probably discouraged from befriending him throughout his life and people didn’t understand why he actually hung out with theon. also in canon they have an age gap that might have been an issue, because I mean, four years are nothing when you’re both in your twenties but in between kids/teenagers they’re not a small gap, especially teenagers. instead they weren’t just friends, they were close enough that robb was more of a brother to theon than his real ones let’s just have that sink in for a moment. that’s also because robb was a westeros saint for the standards and didn’t look at surnames when judging people (and there goes my other theory, as in, he liked theon that much because theon was genuine just with him and theon at his genuine is the person who ends up saving jeyne poole when he has to take that decision, but I’m gonna shut up before I word-vomit for the next two years while I drown in my tears).
  • instance two: their storylines are a complete masterpiece of literary crafting, because not only they’re intertwined in the best and worst ways and everything is connected in the most tragic way, but they’re actually very well-placed foils. as, in if you look at it it’s just - we have theon who goes back home genuinely wanting his plan to succeed so that both robb and his family get what they want and they’re peers. at the same time he’s still riled up over robb being angry at him when he saved bran’s life, but that is one of the reasons robb brought up to cat to justify his decision - as in, theon can be trusted because he saved bran LIKE. then theon, in order to get the love/respect of his family (and no one except  his sister deserves his efforts tbh because his dad had already written him off the moment he was taken hostage) ends up betraying the only person who ever gave that to him without him needing to prove anything. but at the same time when he conquered winterfell he was like ‘well robb can be king in the trident who am I to take that from him’ (SERIOUSLY THEON DO YOU THINK YOU’D HAVE EXCHANGED FRUIT BASKETS) while robb didn’t go back home at once because even with the betrayal he thought theon could never harm his brothers. and theon faked it, technically, but that was what pushed robb to sleep with jeyne and therefore served tywin & co a pretext for the red wedding on a silver platter. this when no one else would have risked a war for the likes of a jeyne westerling… same as no one would have risked their life for the likes of a jeyne poole *cough*. meanwhile that entire stint ends up with theon getting tortured and robb dying and what does theon realize before doing the Right Thing and saving jeyne poole? yeah, that he should have been with robb. who died because of a jeyne no one cared about, while theon is currently living also because he saved a jeyne no one cared about. I honestly can’t handle that okay I mean it’s just so well put together and thought-out I can’t even. I just love it on both technical and feels-inducing plane.
  • instance three: even after all the betrayal they still cared about each other in frankly ridiculously tear-inducing ways - as in, there’s a part in asos where roose bolton gives robb news of what happened at winterfell (long before the piece of prince thing) and robb is completely distressed when asking what happened to theon (and roose noted that he looked upset, but not in the angry way), and later when roose gives him the piece of skin from theon’s finger robb is basically wanting to vomit in his face and tells him he doesn’t want theon tortured. meanwhile if you take care to notice, in the reek povs in adwd as I think @capitaineblackbird once noted, robb’s name shows up more than theon’s actual name and even when he’s supposed to be reek he thinks about robb more often than he thinks about his life pre-ramsay. 
  • instance four: the way acok theon pre-meeting his dad is just so fucking gone re robb makes me cry because I mean, first he goes like ‘well yeah I have a certain affection for him but I shouldn’t mention it’ and then proceeds to mention how much they’re friends and how awesome robb is to just about anyone. including his uncle and father. like he honestly can’t keep himself from doing it and if you compare it with the way robb defends his decision to send him to cat I just cry again and curse balon for being an unreasonable idiot who could have just made everyone happy by going with theon’s plan. yeaah.
  • instance five: guys robb is about the longest lasting healthy relationship that theon ever had with anyone because they knew each other ten year straight and it was the longest theon ever stayed in one place, and not counting his mom and partially his sister he didn’t have a healthy relationship with any of his relatives I honestly can’t with the knowledge that he had to throw it away for people who couldn’t give a damn, mostly.
  • every other instance: theon was on robb’s war council when most probably no one else in it thought it was a good idea (and they laughed about roose bolton together christ guys), theon was the one robb was with after knowing ned had died (GUYS MY FEELS), grey wind pretty much wanted to at least attempt to rip the throat out of everyone who was later involved in the red wedding but he never had that reaction to theon guess why, theon not only wishes he was with robb, he wishes he had… died with robb, and let’s just remember that robb died in the worst possible way anyone could. I mean, he doesn’t just want to talk things out, he wishes he had died in that massacre. robb spent pretty much two thirds of his life since he was five being friends with him because he liked him that much when everyone else didn’t understand what he saw in the guy and wouldn’t go back to take his castle even after the first betrayal because that was how much he was sure it was supposed to be a misundestanding.
  • then I have to live with the knowledge that robb never actually knew that theon never technically harmed his brothers or destroyed his home. grrm is fucking cruel guys. and theon has to live with the knowledge that they can never straighten things out, which isn’t that much better at this point.

the above reasons are enough to send me into throbb hell but honestly I’m complete trash for this kind of relationship and I’m complete trash for how much they cared for each other whichever way you want to look at it and again, robb was probably the one person who really knew theon beyond his coping methods/the image he fronted to everyone else and guys, I just really love this ship okay.

also it’s about the one thing about both characters they got right in the show, except for the entire part where they didn’t understand their storylines were foils and so they completely missed that train, but that’s another story altogether I guess. DDD:

#1
High school drains you. It’s five years of panic attacks, crying in the bathroom, and walking outside at lunchtime because the cafeteria makes your heart beat too fast. It’s headaches and throwing up. You will learn more about death than you will about The Cold War. You will learn what it’s like to get drunk and laugh at the stars and how to write poetry that you would never show your English teacher but it’s okay because it makes the world hurt less. You will read books that make you believe in love but then you will fall in love with all the wrong things. Your mother and your sister will become your best friends because you’ll need someone to help you with your math homework and teach you how to handle the stress and wipe your tears.
#2
The girl who has been your best friend for 9 years will stop speaking to you. One night you will argue and you’ll just get so fed up that you both say things you shouldn’t. She will want you to apologise even though you know what you said was the truth. Don’t let her walk all over you again. You will get so tired of her saying she’s sick and then cancelling on you but then updating her snapchat story with pictures of empty bottles, blurry eyes, and the pretty girls who don’t even know you exist. Try to forgive her. She’s going through all the same black and blue filled nights as you. Everyone is just trying to survive so don’t be too hard on anyone. Especially yourself.
#3
The first boy to make you believe in love will break you. He will whisper your name but shout someone else’s at the top of his lungs. He will shower you with love and convince you you’re special before running off and telling his friends all about the pretty girl in his science class. Delete his conversations and block his number. Your pillow will soak up your tears better than any shoulder could and you’ll argue with your Dad a lot more. You’ll throw up shattered pieces of your hearts for weeks and you’ll burn alive when you see him in the corridors. You won’t always feel like your spine is cracked and a few months later he’ll be nothing more than words on a page. Let it hurt for a while but don’t let it kill you. Never let it kill you.
#4
Your teachers will ask the class questions that you know that answer to, but you’ll sit on your shaking hands and bite your lip until all you can taste is that weird metallic flavour. Don’t do that. Nothing bad will happen if you speak out. When your English teachers asks for the meaning of the word ‘perverse’, don’t stare at that ground so she won’t ask you. Raise your hand and state the answer confidently  and clearly, don’t mumble it through trembling lips. You’re smarter than you think and no one is even looking at you.
#5
Go out. Go into town and waste your day sitting on hard plastic chairs in crowded fast food places. Take shots that taste like nail polish remover and joke around with the boy in the year below. Meet up with that person, go to that stupid party. Don’t just sit there waiting for something to happen. Make things happen. Things are constantly moving forward. Don’t let your friends make memories that they’ll look back on and wonder where you were. People will be falling in love and putting themselves back together. They will be laughing, crying, creating stories that they’ll tell forever. Be apart of it.
#6
Ask for help. You do not have to sit there and let yourself rot. When you  don’t know how to find x, ask the teacher. When your heart falls out of your chest and shatters at your feet, ask your best friend to come over and watch reality shows with you until you both fall asleep. When you can’t get the words to flow like you want them to, ask her to fix it. You are not alone so don’t you dare act like it. No more breakdowns at 2am or hiding in your bedroom and screaming into your pillow. Your sister is awake, crawl into bed with her. Your friends are only a message away, they’re there for you. Take advantage of those around you.
#7
Everything ends. High school is not forever and in 7 years you’ll be whole again. You won’t remember the name of the boy who made you cry or the girl who fucked you over. You won’t remember the teacher who made your cheeks burn or the time you fell over in front of everybody. You won’t remember the self loathing that all those late night essays conjured up or how it feels to want death more than a good nights sleep. The desire to go back to sleep as soon as you wake up will no longer subsist in your chest. Try to remember the times that you laughed until you cried and the people who put you back together. Remember those who bled with you rather than the ones who made you bleed. The bad things won’t matter later on, but the good times will get you through the rest of your life. Pay attention to them.
#8
When your sister moves in with her boyfriend you will feel more alone than ever; the winter will be so cold without your security blanket. Don’t worry. She is only a ten minute bus ride away. Her front door will always be open for you, just like her bedroom door was all those years. When you move into her old bedroom, don’t throw out all the things she left behind – this is still her home just as much as it is yours. Whenever you’re tidying your room and you come across one of her old books you’ll find yourself remembering the summer when you made up all those dance routines to S Club 7 and the Spice Girls. She has not left you, if anything this will bring you closer. Be happy for her. She is starting a new chapter in her life that will be filled with adventure and excitement. She will still need you just as much as you need her, remember that every great protagonist needs a trusty side-kick.
#9
Take lots of pictures. Your camera is your best friend, don’t leave the house without it. Focus on people and the sky. Pictures of trees and beaches are overrated – anyone can look at them. People are one of a kind. Capture the old man sitting on the bench as he looks out to sea and take a picture of the couple walking through the park. These moments hold stories that are unlike any other and worth cherishing forever. Don’t miss out on them. Photograph the sky whenever you get the opportunity as it will never look like that again so do not miss the chance to cement its beauty. Remember that everyone’s sky is different and taking pictures means that you can compare them everyday. Secure life’s pulchritude.
#10
Your grandparents  are your best friends. Hold your granddad’s hand when he’s ill and always laugh at his jokes and ridiculous stories, no matter how many times you’ve heard them. Reply to your nana’s texts and don’t shut her out when she starts complaining about something. She gets lonely sometimes too and needs somebody just as much as you do. Know that your grandma hates how little she sees you and that she wishes she could spend every day with you. It isn’t her fault so don’t resent her for it, it just means you have to appreciate the time you have together a little more. All of them offer real stories of what life was like much before your time, so make sure you embrace these tales as one day you will not have the privilege of hearing them first hand. Use your phone to record every story they tell, write down their jokes. I promise that you won’t regret it. They played a major role in who you are. Visit them as often as possible because in the future you will regret not spending so much time with them. Show them how much you love them.
#11
Make friends with your teachers. A good bond with you favourite teachers will not only improve your knowledge, but also make you enjoy school a little more. Laugh with them, talk to them, respect them. If you show that you are trying your best and actually value what they do then they will respect you just as much. You will feel the pressure beginning to lift. When you don’t see eye to eye with one of them, try and look at it from their point of view. Why should they help you if you do not put the effort in? Don’t be the arsehole who pretends not to care about anything and then blames the teacher when they fail. Remember that all teachers have been in your position and understand more than you think they do. If you let them, they will help you survive. Becoming friends with the teacher of your favourite subject will help you be even better. Being friends with the teacher of your least favourite subject will help you go from an E to a B. Mutual respect will create less stress for both of you.
#12
Lose yourself in music. Listen to songs that make you cry and songs that make you smile. Dance in your room with your best friend with pop songs from 2010 at full volume. Keep discovering new music. Listen to something you usually wouldn’t, you’ll probably end up loving it. When you can’t sleep at 4am because your thoughts are too loud, drown them out with your favourite band. Have a song for every emotion. Nothing beats a bad day like screaming the lyrics to an angry rock song. Music is the only permanent thing in your life, it will give you escape that you need sometimes. Go to concerts as often as possible. You will never feel more alive than when you’re standing in a room pressed up against strangers who understand you more than you understand yourself. When your body moves in harmony with everyone else and you feel the music making your bones vibrate, you will forget every single negative thought in your mind. Music is the most important thing.
#13
Do not waste your time waiting for something to happen. If you do, you’re letting other people control your fate. Your life is the only thing that belongs to you, so don’t you fucking dare let anyone else try and take over. Time is not going to wait for you. Get a move on. Be spontaneous. Do something without thinking about it and if it ends badly then learn from your mistakes. Move on. Most of the time it is the things we don’t plan that end up being the most beneficial. When you wake up at 3pm and feel as though your day is wasted, go for a walk with your music blaring through your headphones and take pictures of where you live. Don’t hold yourself back with “there’s no time” because there’s only time. Befriend someone new. Smile at a stranger. Compliment someone. Take risks. Don’t waste the time you’ve been given by thinking about all of the missed opportunities.
#14
Your emotions are always valid. They may not always make sense and sometimes you will be irrational, but what you feel is always important. You are allowed to cry when you’re hurting, you’re allowed to laugh at bad jokes until you’re breathless. It’s okay to scream if you want to, but it is much better to laugh. Never let anybody dictate how you should feel. Your emotions belong to you. Sure, you may not always have control over how you feel, but godammit only you can take charge again. If someone tries to tell you how to feel, walk away. They do not deserve to see your smile if they cannot handle your tears.
#15
Read every book you can get your hands on. Stop complaining about how boring and uneventful your life is and pick up a book. You can live a thousand lives before yours ends by finding the right books to get lost in. It is guaranteed that at some point in time somebody has felt how you’re feeling and put it all in a book. Point being, you will find something relatable in every book that’s out there. Books give you the opportunity to escape the reality that you dread so much. When your exhausted with your own life, find a book and live someone else’s for awhile. Always read the book before watching the film and be willing to accept that the cinematic versions never quite compare to the original literature. It’s a heartbreak we all must endure at some point.
#16
It is perfectly okay to be a square peg in a world of round holes. Following society’s expectations will only make you afraid to love the things you want to. There is no need for you to be perfect. Mistakes are  acceptable and problems are inevitable. Problems are like stars – up close they will burn you, but from a distance they are phenomenal specks of light. You are allowed to go crazy. Sometimes, you have to go crazy as a means to survive. It is okay. Never forget that you write your own story and you hold the pen. Don’t like something? Erase it and rewrite it. Forbid anyone from ever telling you how  to feel, what to think, and how to live your life. Your opinion and your life are the only god damn things  you can call yours. Take control. Don’t fear growing up because you will never be the right age. You will always be too young for something and too old for something else. Growing older is mandatory, growing up is not. Live.
—  16 Things I Learnt Before I Turned 16
J.H ( @a-dark-eyed-dreamer )
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Summary: 2012!Phan are having a heated argument when Phil says something that really hurts Dan.

Genre: Angst & a lil bit of fluff

Warnings: Mild swearing, fighting

Word Count: 1597

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The flat shared between Dan Howell and Phil Lester was quiet, as it usually was these days. There was no Buffy episode playing on their shared TV, no sounds of laughter echoing from the kitchen. Thankfully, there was also no shouting at the moment. The sounds of heated arguments were the only ones that were ever heard in their flat these days.

Dan and Phil were in their separate, adjacent rooms, both silently, mindlessly browsing the internet and trying not to think about each other. It was late 2012 and their year had not been going to plan. Sure, their work lives had been fantastic; they were both coming dangerously close to reaching a million subscribers on YouTube, they’d just moved to London to start hosting a weekly radio show for the BBC and they’d spent the year interviewing celebrities and generally just gaining all-round success.

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Inumuta Houka: A character analysis

If you know me for any amount of time, you would know that I love Houka Inumuta. He’s obviously pretty cute and well designed and I have a type for pretty asshole characters, but when people ask me why I actually like him, I have a hard time explaining it. In truth, I think he’s a very interesting character, for several different reasons. This character analysis is kind of me trying to truly and completely explain all the different aspects of him that I really like and also maybe bring light to what he’s like as a character since the majority of the klk fandom either ignores him or makes him just the ‘tech guy’.

(look at this smile he’s so cute but anyway let’s begin)

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It’s Time

Summary: A high school AU where a girl is obsessed with Phil and is convinced that they’re dating, even though Phil’s secretly gay and dating Dan. Phil’s finally had enough and decides it’s time he and Dan come out.
Genre: AU, Fluff
Word Count: 2,040
Beta: thanks again anythinginthestars!

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Getting His Attention (Part 3)


Bucky doesn’t make his move immediately. He knows Tony is suspicious, he’s seen the way the team send incredibly obvious looks toward Bucky and make vague gestures and expressions to try and get him to act on his… at this point he has to call it love, for Tony, so doing anything now would make it seem like a joke, or a prank.

He waits until the others have settled somewhat with the revelation before breaking into the Smithsonian. He brings Spiderman, newly revealed as Peter Parker, with him, which may have been a bad choice. He said that he had the night free and would help Bucky with his problem, but Bucky isn’t sure that having a teenager help him break into the Smithsonian is something that Steve will approve of, but whatever.

“So,” Peter says slowly, following Bucky through the Smithsonian in a crouch, “Why are we breaking in here?”

“To get my old uniform.”

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