how that conversation should have gone

yknow i was talking to someone a week or so ago and he kept using the word “triggered” in reference to LoL/online gaming etc.

now, i’ve had this guy in class before and overall he seems like a pretty good kid so i was equal parts perplexed and irritated by his use of this. i told him he probably shouldn’t be using that word in that context, and he didn’t seem to be getting it and kept arguing back that he was using it correctly. eventually he got to the point where he pulled up the definition of it on urban dictionary and explained why he was using it

“yes,” i said, “that is the way it’s used in the gaming community, but the fact is that it’s a word used for a legitimate thing in psychology and people using it in that way has taken it away from those who need it to describe things that happen wrt, for example, PTSD. now people who are legitimately ‘triggered’ get treated like a joke.”

“oh,” he said. “I had no idea that’s where it came from.” and he more or less backed off after that

and ive been thinking a lot about that recently.

about how if i should just started out with, “hey i’d rather you not use this, and here’s why,” that conversation would have gone a lot smoother than just my flat out insistence and non-explanation of why he shouldn’t

because people grow up using words a certain way, or learn to use them from communities and may not even know how they affect other people around them.

like i definitely could have left the conversation and decided i didn’t want to deal with it, that would have been valid, but i really wanted to figure out why he was using it and see if i could get him to stop rather than immediately deciding he was just a shitty person and a lost cause

it’s usually best to start off a conversation by assuming the person is benevolently ignorant and go from there

11x18 v 13x02

So these are both Bucklemming episodes, these “heart v head” scenes are intentionally contrasted, it’s fantastic. Kudos really. I don’t want to, but I’ll give them the kudos here.

Good Ideas v Bad Ideas. Heart choice v Head choice.

11x18:

- Dean might be emotionally compromised over Cas? Never!

- Sam: but Cas might be our only shot at defeating Lucifer! He’s more emotionally removed from Cas and he wants to focus on defeating Lucifer because of his own issues and motives. Cas/Jack are a way to potentially get what he is focusing on. He is not emotionally removed from everything and logical. His emotional focus is just elsewhere and he frames it as him being more logical and Dean being more emotional because of the immediacy of the conversation.

Originally posted by thefanaticallife

Sam claims Dean is making the heart choice whilst he is the poster boy for the head choice. But his choice is also from the heart, it’s just different and less obvious because it’s more internal, about himself, and it also aligns with a general big picture view, whereas Dean’s is more obviously open worry about Cas first and foremost.

The key thing here is that before they start arguing both Dean and Sam are 100% on the same page versus Crowley. They both agree that they need Lucifer to take out Amara. 

HOWEVER that is where it ends. Why? Cas.

Sam: “DEAN’S RIGHT. Priority is to set the horn of Amara into Lucifer’s hands to take out Amara”.
Dean, nodding: “After we exorcise Lucifer out of Cas and put him into a new vessel.”
Sam (now the conflict arises): “What? Really?”
Dean: “Yes really, I’m not gonna send Lucifer into battle inside of Cas, what if he doesn’t make it?”
Sam: “Dean, it’s a strong vessel, it’s held Cas for years and we know what he’s been through, I’m guessing it can hold Lucifer”.
Dean: “It’s not an IT, Sam, it’s Cas!”

This is the only thing where their priority is not the same in this whole narrative, as emphasised by this conversation where they start off 100% on the same page, using worlds like “Dean’s Right” and “Priority” then shifting completely into an argument about CAS.

Cas IS what Dean is focusing on, Cas IS Dean’s motivation. Sam is focusing on something else, his motivation is to defeat Lucifer and Cas comes second to this (Lucifer is key to his own story). 

Sam: Defeating Lucifer comes first to saving Cas.
Dean: Defeating Lucifer comes second to saving Cas. 

Dean’s focus is to get Cas back, then defeat Lucifer and Sam’s is to end Lucifer regardless of Cas. Yes he wants to do this to save the world but it’s also so he can forgive himself for everything he’s ever done regarding Lucifer, the demon blood arc, letting him out in s4, everything. His motivations aren’t 100% selfless even if they are good, he needs to do this for the world but for himself too. 

Their motivations are not the same so their focus is not the same. Neither is emotionally removed and neither is 100% right or wrong.

13x02: I can’t gif it so here’s some screen caps:

The first shot it of Jack (in Cas’ spot, sleeping in precisely the same place Cas did the one time Dean watched him do it and commented on it. Cas again is all over this scene. Not to make a point of it really as Cas is all over every scene in 13x01-02 and particularly scenes with Dean but yeah, they made it clear again). 

Sam: “Look, losing mom and Cas, it’s a lot to process Dean, especially on no sleep and the kid”.
Dean: “The kid? Come on man you know how this plays out, when we try to bend the rules, pretend that the bad guys aren’t that bad or that things will get fixed, thats when people that we care about get hurt. Then we end up doing what we should have done in the first place which is end the problem. So this time let’s start with the obvious. As soon as i find a way to take care of … it”.
Sam: “Dean, the problem might be our only shot at saving mom”.
Dean: “Moms gone. There’s no fixing that”.

Bucklemming purposefully mirrored this conversation with the whole “IT” thing and making Dean pause before saying it for emphasis.

So Sam is emotionally removed from the Cas situation and apparently focusing on the bigger picture. However he is completely emotionally compromised about Jack specifically because his motivation to save Jack and him not be evil is a reflection of himself. This is the same as his motivation of self forgiveness re: Lucifer in 11x18. 

Neither is 100% right or wrong in either scene, it’s just all about showing their individual focus and how they come to a loggerheads sometimes because they are different people with different motivations and priorities.

Later Sam tells Dean (and us) he thinks they’ve been this far down before, thinks they have experienced this before. Thinks they are experiencing this in the same way.

Sam keeps using “we” to describe their feelings. But this is just not accurate. He and Dean are not experiencing this in the same way. Sam keeps talking about Mom then Cas then Jack. Dean is heart wrenchingly focused on Cas then Mom then Jack, that was clear all throughout 13x01. They are not in the same place here, they are not experiencing the losses in the same way. 

Dean is right. They are not on the same page.

At all.

I am 100% done with the discourse about who is right and wrong in 13x02. Neither is. They are both human and making their own choices, they both have their own motivations which are GOOD even if they don’t always make the right choices and sometimes make mistakes. Neither is 100% a perfect cinnamon roll whilst the other is a mean nastie poopooh head. They are human, they have their own stories, motivations and choices to make and just because sometimes they’re not 100% right doesn’t make them bad people worthy of vilification. 

That is the key message of the show!

Dean and Sam are not the same, they are not one coherent ball of “Winchester”. They are their own individual people with their own individual motivations, making their own choices and with their own individual endgames. 

Even if they are close, living/working together every day, generally having the same, best intentions for the world and the big picture, they are still their own separate people with their separate wants and needs and lives and I am so here for that.

DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time a  parked car conversation ends in tears and sounds like a wine glass hitting hardwood with too much force to be an accident.

DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time you wake up in a cold sweat because you had a dream where you loved someone that you shouldn’t have. or should have. or shouldn’t have. or-

DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time somebody asks me how you are and I lie about knowing the answer to that question because I never bothered to learn how to say your name followed by the word “gone.”

DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time you think about touching yourself. another shot if you don’t. another shot if you do but end up crying before you’ve finished. another shot if you can’t finish without thinking about their teeth on your earlobe like water on a grease fire, like red lights when you’re late.

DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time you lose your voice because this is the eleventh time you’ve listened to drops of jupiter within the last hour and the only volume that your vocal cords have when it comes to the words “did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?” is excruciatingly uncomfortable.

DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time you consider driving to the city, driving until the engine burns out, driving to a place that neither of you have ever been, driving until the part of you that still knows what they smell like in the late afternoon jumps out the passenger side door and doesn’t bother running after you.

DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time something seemingly insignificant brings you to your knees. the color red. batman cartoons. the soft drink aisle of the grocery store. warmth.

DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time you write another poem about them leaving and it doesn’t make you feel any better, it just reminds you of all the things that are still left to say.

—  alcohol poisoning and other things I shouldn’t be writing about, (27/30), Caitlin Conlon
simon imagine - always you

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

The ceremony was beautiful. It was eccentric; bright and modern, everything you could expect from Josh and Freya. 

I didn’t get to congratulate the bride until the after party. She had seemed incredibly overwhelmed and busy, and I didn’t want to add to it. I wanted to keep my presence quiet. Once I’d spoke to her, I could go. 

When she saw me her jaw dropped. She engulfed me in a hug instantly, her eyes glossing over, tears threatening to ruin her expensive looking makeup.

“Y/n you came! I’m so glad you came!”

I reciprocated the hug. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, Frey.”

When she eventually pulled away I held her at arms length, admiring her dress. It was a beautiful floor length ensemble, eggshell white and classy, accentuating her newfound curves perfectly. She’d gotten somewhat thicker in the years since I’d seen her. It suited her unbelievably; maybe that’s what being in love does to a person.

“Well I’m glad you came,” she spoke before I could compliment her, making me realise I’d previously been silent, and I couldn’t help but feel a little rude. “I have something to tell you.”

My heart rate sped a little as Josh joined her side. He pulled me in for a short but warming hug, one I got the feeling would be a lot longer if he hadn’t overheard Freya’s previous sentence. Knowing she was still talking he only mouthed a hello before snaking his arm protectively round her waist. Once again I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the love in which they had both been blessed with. I really was a bitter soul.

“What is it?” I asked, mainly to silence my intrusive thoughts. The couple looked at each other.

“I’m pregnant!” 

This time it was my turn to well up, tears threatening to fall from my eyes as a range of emotions overwhelmed me. Mainly it was pride. Happiness, hopefulness. A little part of it was that stir of jealousy in the pit of my stomach. That’s what happens when you walk around with a broken heart - it poisons all your other organs too.

I pulled the couple in to hug them.

“Congratulations you guys. I love you both so much.” I gushed into both their ears, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. “How far gone are you?”

“She’s only about three months,” Josh explained.

“You look good for it.”

“Doesn’t she just.”

The conversation seemed to die down quite quickly, and I was well aware that my time here was coming to an end. I contemplated leaving now. I’d said my congratulations; everything else was unnecessary. 

“Well, I should probably get going.” I began to excuse myself when Freya put a hand on my shoulder. She pleaded for me to wait, and so reluctantly, I did. Her eyes poured into mine.

“Have you seen him yet?”

It was as if the breath had been knocked out of my chest, and I tried to ignore Josh’s quiet scolding of Freya intended to be out of my earshot.

“You don’t have to talk about it, Y/n.” He attempted to reassure me, and I shook my head gratefully.

“No, it’s fine. I haven’t.”

I knew she meant Simon. I knew he would be here tonight - of course, he had more place here than I did. But I hoped I would be able to escape before there was any risk of bumping into him. I had no idea what I would say - or do - or if he’d be here alone. The thought of him with a date made my chest hurt, and I wanted nothing more than to leave.

“How long has it been?” Freya pressed further, her voice cautious. Next to her Josh looked incredibly uncomfortable. You and me both, I thought, feeling my throat start to tighten a little.

“It’s been five years.”

Both their eyes softened and I felt tears threaten my own once again. I looked to the floor. Five years sounded almost longer than it felt. It had been an incredibly lonely five years too. I lived on my own now, falling asleep each night next to nothing but silence. I was growing older - old enough to know my biological clock was running out, as my Mum put it. But I hadn’t even tried to get to know someone else. There was no point; if it wasn’t Simon, I didn’t want it. Not even so much because I missed him - although I did, painfully so - but just because I don’t have the strength to risk it again. It wasn’t that sad. I’d come to reason with the fact that I would never love again a long time ago.

“Are you going to talk to him?”

“Freya, I think we should sit down, the speech is about to start.” Josh suggested, trying to almost steer his pregnant wife away as he shot me sympathetic eyes. I gave him back a small smile.

“Wait, okay I’m sorry,” Freya blurted out and as she turned to me I found it increasingly hard to look her in the eye. “Please don’t run again Y/n.”

“Freya-”

“Please. Just please stay for the speeches.” Her cheeks reddened a little, her voice cracking against her will. “I’ve missed you a lot.”

I didn’t speak for fear of breaking apart in front of her, only nodding a small confirmation before someone came to take her away. I returned to my table as the sound of a glass being tapped sounded through the hall. 

The speeches were nice. They were somewhat repetitive - a little cliche, but nice nonetheless. Tobi’s had been my favourite so far, a confession of his own fondness towards the two, how he’d been rooting for the couple since before they were even rooting for themselves. Freya was positively glowing as several different people complimented and admired her. Eventually it looked as if it were all about to be over, and I silently counted my blessings as people began to talk amongst themselves. Perhaps if I excused myself subtly I could get out. I’d text Freya a goodbye, she’d forgive me. She’d understand why I’d run. It was all I knew how to do.

Just as I thought it was over, Josh stood. 

“Wait, sorry everyone, there’s one last speech. He’ll be here in a minute, please entertain yourselves or grab a free drink from the bar whilst you wait.”

I smiled at his professionalism even on his own wedding day. Josh never let the dad figure slip. I couldn’t get over the fact that he really would be a Dad now. I don’t know why I found it surprising - that’s what happy relationships progress too. Marriage and children and eternity. I guess a little part of me just felt jealous that neither of them would ever have to experience what it felt like to be alone.

“There he is!” A voice from the head table shouted, and everyone’s heads turned. There he was indeed.

Stood on the stage, his slender fingers wrapped around a microphone, his face supporting a large, awkward but sweet smile was Simon. I felt my heart fall from my chest. He had aged incredibly, his skin matured and clear, his hair an unnatural white that only he could pull off so well in a dark, classic suit. He looked taller, more muscular, more confident even. He looked more himself. I guess only one of us had healed after that winter night five years ago, and it hadn’t been me. I looked down at my ring finger. Sometimes it felt like the tanline was still there, a slightly paler band just above where my knuckle is, as if my entire hand is taunting me. Seeing Simon up on that stage felt somewhat like a mockery. We had come so close, and a tiny part of me couldn’t help but wish that it was me sitting where Freya was. I shook off this thought as Simon began to speak.

He introduced himself well, really presenting the skills that his job had taught him over the years, if that was indeed still his job. I couldn’t remember the last time I had opened up youtube, or any social media for the matter. Even this invitation had been something I’d received in the post. I’d really tried to remove myself entirely. To remove him. The room fell entirely silent as his real speech began, all the Simon-esque jokes and taunting over and done with.

“Look, in all realness,” he spoke in his deep and endearing voice, sending soundwaves right through my chest. “No one needs me to stand here and say the obvious. I don’t need to tell you how good you look together, or how incredible the ceremony was, because you know that already. Josh, you don’t need me to tell you how much you’re punching with Freya because, well, you must know it.”

The crowd laughed as Josh rolled his eyes, probably stopping himself from acting a little less professionally. Simon blew him a kiss before continuing.

“The only thing I wanna say is good luck. And I genuinely mean that.” Josh watched with genuine intrigue, however Freya’s eyes seemed to be elsewhere, as if she were searching through the crowd. “You two together have a love that is so comfortable and homely, whilst also being so firey and spontaneous, and it really does keep the world spinning. It’s the type of love a man only gets once in his lifetime.”

The crowd cooed slightly as Simon momentarily looked at the floor, and I wondered if they were as in love with him in this moment as I was. 

“A love where you’re so content and happy with eachother as you are really does only come around once, and you two have already got it and secured it. And I hope you secure it forever. Because God knows once you let go, it never comes back to you.”

He forced a smile. “Bitter sweet, as they call it.”

Freya was still searching with hunting eyes and I got the feeling I was the prey. As Simon raised his glass my vision blurred, and I knew I had to go. The guilt swept over me faster than my own feet off the ground but there was no way I could stay without choking up the only pieces of my heart I had left all over the maroon tablecloth.

I didn’t plan my exit route, only weaving my way through the tables somewhat frantically, trying to stick to the dark corners of the room. Once I found a back door I ran for it. It wasn’t practical. But I needed the time alone.

Once I was out of sight I pressed my back to the brickwall and let myself fall apart. The tears fell like cascades down my face, loud, messy sobs as I struggled to catch my breath. The knowledge that I would have to go back in in this state to be able to leave only made me cry harder as I questioned why I had even put myself through this mess in the first place. Maybe this is what I was destined for. A life of avoidance and hurt. Because it had been five years, and so far I had learned, the hurt never really seems to go away.

“Y/n?” 

It felt like my soul leaving my body once I heard him say my name. My eyes shot open, breathing speeding up once more as I realised he was close. Suddenly I heard him turn the corner. It was too late to run this time.

“Oh my God, Y/n.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping if I did so for long enough he would just disappear. He’d leave me behind again. But he didn’t. His tone was hard to read, and I could feel even without looking at him that he would be running his hands through his hair right now, jittering his legs out of nerves. He edged closer towards me and I screamed.

“Y/n, please. Please don’t push me away. I’m not here to hurt you.”

Oh but you do that without meaning to Simon, I thought, but I remained silent. There’s no way he couldn’t hurt me. His presence here was hurting me. His presence in my memory had been hurting me every day for the past five years. But nonetheless, I steadied my breathing, focusing on the pavement in front of me.

“It’s all in your breathing. Focus on that. Remember what your doctor used to say, the breathing exercises.” 

His voice was laced with concern, but was still quiet, as if he was afraid I would crack should he be too loud, like a glass window in a gospel choir. I only nodded. Soon enough my breathing slowed.

“Y/n please let me talk to you. Please don’t run away again.”

The words, although maybe not intended to be, came out as more of a question than a demand and I opened my eyes once again, allowing myself the small tester sight of him in my peripheral vision.

“Okay,” my broken voice sounded in a short whisper.

“I miss you, Y/n.”

“Don’t,” I warned, but he continued.

“No, listen to me Y/n, please. Please, for once, just let me in. Don’t leave me out in the dark again, I can’t take it.”

“So talk,” I almost urged, not wanting to hear him beg anymore, the guilt weighing me down until I was being curb stomped by my own conscience. 

“Maybe you should talk? It looks like you have some stuff on your mind. I get the feeling you don’t talk to anyone else so, maybe you should be the one talking.”

He sighed when I stayed quiet, but it wasn’t a sigh of defeat. I suddenly felt a warmth towards him for the way he didn’t lose hope in me. He saw my demons, looked them straight in the eye, but he didn’t run from them. I owed him that.

“There must be something, Y/n. Something you want to say, something you want to know. It’s been five years.”

It sounded even worse coming from his mouth. I still didn’t look at him, staring at my shoes.

“How many people have you been with since?” I whispered, afraid of the answer and unsure why I was even asking. He stepped a little closer, carefully.

“A big fat total of zero.”

The answer surprised me more than what I let on.

“I’m serious,” he confirmed. “There was a stage where Josh tried to set me up with people, taking me out on double dates with him and Freya, but it never went anywhere. Not even a kiss. The other guys always mock me for it.”

I felt him look down at his shoes. I resented Josh and Freya for trying, but I didn’t blame them. He deserved to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with me.

“You?” He asked hesitantly, and I almost laughed at the thought.

“None.”

“No one at all?” There was shock present in his voice. Did he really think I was capable of choosing anyone other than him? I shook my head to clarify.

“Y/n…Why?”

Finally I pluck up the courage to look at him. His aqua blue eyes poured into mine, melting me under their gaze and somehow I managed to voice what was on my mind.

“It’s only you, Simon.”

It almost looked as if the words knocked him, but he composed himself pretty fast. The way he watched me, it was as if he was afraid I’d disappear should he let me out of his eyesight for even a minute.

“Y/n why are we dragging this out? We belong together, you know it, I know it, everybody knows it. Why are we prolonging this pain?”

I shook my head, tears threatening to fall for what felt like the thousandth time tonight.

“We didn’t work before Simon, what makes you think we can now? I can’t go through that again.”

He edged closer again. “Because we know now what it’s like to be without eachother. Now that you’re here in front of me, I don’t ever want to let you go again. I’d never do anything to compromise us again, Y/n.”

“There are so many other people,” 

“And I choose you.” He cut me off with desperation. “Even after everything. I still choose you. No one else is even an option.”

Admittedly, I had given in. I was terrified. But I knew I didn’t want to be without him. Now that I’d learned what it was like to live with him, I didn’t want to learn to live without, because God knows after five years I still hadn’t accustomed to it. I knew it could be my biggest risk. But it could also be my only chance at healing.

“I choose you too,” I murmured. Simon moved closer once again, like he was unsure he had heard me right.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked cautiously. I nodded. Before I knew it, his hand was on the side of my face, holding me in place gently. His lips moved against mine so slowly and I drank in every second. This was what I had been waiting for. This was what I’d needed to fix me. 

“I love you, Y/n,” he spoke into the kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My hands moved through his hair.

“I love you. Always.” 

Why DaveKat is Narratively Important

Let’s talk about DaveKat because I have nothing better to do!!
So, whether or not you personally ship or agree with davekat, this is just going to be about how, from a narrative standpoint, it is 100% vital to both Dave’s and Karkat’s storylines and personal character arcs, let’s start with:

Knight Class- So, bit of class/aspect analysis because the fact they both Dave and Karkat are both Knights is absolutely VITAL to their character development and their connection to each other. Something Kanaya said, that classpects are not necessarily chosen to suit the strengths of each player but rather to challenge them in a way that is most beneficial to their personal growth? That is completely correct, Dave and Karkat being some of the best examples in the comic. The aspects are the elements which the game, and therefore the universe(s) are made of - literally. Like, these are the constructs out of which the world exists, the building blocks so to speak. However, they also represent more metaphorical concepts, Life=Optimism, Hope=Belief, Heart=Soul, so on and so forth etc. So paired with the Knight class, the active pairing of Maid class, we have to examine how exactly the aspect *applies*. Obviously, being active, the Knight class is self serving (more on active vs passive or knight vs maid specifically if y'all hmu with some asks I’d be happy to explain more in depth), there’s also a metric shitload of symbolism involved in the name. I’ve been reading this comic for almost five years and the sheer amount of symbolism never ceases to amaze me, but the absolutely loaded amount of metaphorical value behind this class has to be in my top 5. The classic “knight” iteration, sword and shield type of deal, is instrumental in the interpretation of how Dave and Karkat wield their abilities and grow as characters. The weapon is obviously the way in which they wield their aspects, but the shield is so much more interesting: it’s their PERSONA. Part of the blatant parallels between Dave and Karkat’s story arcs is how they allow others to perceive them in regard to their own internal struggles, they both put up a persona to protect themselves. For Dave it’s his “coolkid” facade, he doesn’t let others see his emotions, feelings, or motivations because he’s so wrapped up in this delusion of irony and toxic masculinity that he feels it would be a weakness to show himself for what he is, one that could very possibly (at the hands of Bro) get him severely injured at best, dead at worst if he fears for his life which is a distinct possibility. Karkat suffers in a similar way, his persona is this image of the overly aggressive, “shouty/angry” guy, he’s loud and obnoxious because he’s trying to keep people at arms length, similar to how Dave doesn’t let anyone in. Karkat also has similar motivations behind this persona, because of his blood color he knows he will be in immediate danger if people get too close, look to closely, care too much, so if he can shout and seem just as bloodthirsty and aggressive as other trolls, he can both keep them away and keep himself free of suspicion. So, they have their shields, their personas, this is how they protect themselves from the world. Let’s talk about their weapons.

Aspects- As I mentioned above, aspects are the literal elements that make up the world, but also have a more metaphorical meaning. In the same way that Heart=Soul, Dave’s aspect Time is not only literally representative of time, but metaphorically representative of PROGRESSION. Karkat’s aspect of blood is therefore, while literally blood (possibly a reference to his mutation), also more symbolically representative of UNITY. Now, let’s see how those apply to each players personal struggle, because remember that’s the key here, how their classpects tie in to their character arcs. Dave is troubled by his aspect at multiple points throughout the storyline, severely disturbed by dead Dave’s and essentially haunted by the multiple loops he has running, in what is a single day to his fellow beta players likely feels like *weeks* for him, he’s not progressing in the game, he’s running all these loops and doing so much and yet he’s not really going anywhere. He’s like a broken record, if you will. Dave doesn’t see himself as a hero, broken sword symbolism aside because I cannot get into that rn lmao that’s way too loaded and this is long enough, Dave *can’t* see himself as a hero because in his mind, Bro was a hero, and he will never live up to it, so why bother. Easier to just run his loops and do whatever Terezi says because she’s probably right and anyways it’s just easier to do something menial and meaningless that doesn’t move anything forward because he would probably fuck it up anyways, right? Dave is so stuck in the past, haunted by his loops, haunted by the legacy of his Bro, haunted by dead Daves, he is terrified (whether consciously or subconsciously) of moving forward, of Progression. Alternatively, Karkat’s aspect of Blood, or UNITY trips him up in similar ways. Karkat’s relationships are…complicated. It’s been *headcanoned* that he comes across as pale towards most of his friends, because despite how hard he tries to act loud and aggressive, he’s a big softie who cares way too goddamn much about everything. Terezi also represents his biggest struggle with Unity and relationships, he “wanted her in every quadrant like a desperate fool”, and she played along for a while to see if he would settle in any one quadrant, but when he never did she moved on. This is a huge blow to Karkat’s self-esteem, he thought he was being so suave and smooth just like his romance novels and movies, but really he was pushing her away either knowingly or unknowingly. On the topic of his romance novels, his obsession with relationships also shows him trying to compensate (more on this in a sec) for his lack of capability in the area, as if he’s studying them to get a better understanding of how relationships should work because he really has no idea. In his very first conversation with Sollux that we see, he ends by affirming that he hasn’t gone too far right? They’re still friends? Because underneath his loud, obnoxious persona, he’s just acting the way he thinks he’s supposed to in this hyper-aggressive society. Sound familiar? It’s because Dave is doing the same thing. They’re both using their personas to survive, to appear the way they think they should to other people, because when it comes to their aspects, they’re fucking terrified and don’t have a clue as to what they’re really doing.

Storyline Parallels- So, I’ve seen a lot of good analysis of this and I doubt any of what I’m saying will be news to any of you, but I’m gonna put it in my own words as best I can bc this shit is imperative to understanding why DaveKat works so perfectly in the narrative. Dave is obviously working an uphill battle the entire story to overcome the hyper-masculinity (see also: toxic) that his Bro has ingrained in his psyche for 13 years. Not the least of which is some deeply rooted homophobia. Dave fronts constantly, accusing others of being gay, accusing *Karkat* of being gay pretty amusingly. Obviously he pokes at this in other people because he’s so insecure about it in himself, he struggles heavily with his sexuality the way so many pre-teens do, only he’s fighting against a decades worth of anti-gay propaganda basically so there’s no room for him to search within himself too deeply without feeling deeply uncomfortable because obviously that’s Wrong and Bad and that’s not how society works in his world. Similarly, Karkat struggles with the quadrants which is practically unheard of on Alternia. It’s such a clear parallel to human homophobia that like. I’m left speechless when I think about it honestly. Their struggles are so overwhelmingly similar and parallel to each other sometimes I just have to stop and appreciate it. But back on topic, his whole life, Karkat has grown up with this over idealized concept of romance, the quadrants, and he obviously knows something is wrong with himself from an early age. Karkat’s obsession with romance novels is no coincidence, he’s clearly always felt off when it comes to that and so he most likely reached out to these novels and movies to get a better grasp of the quadrants, consuming what was essentially romantic propaganda to overcompensate. The problem is, in studying these works, he latched onto the wrong thing which is so funny to me. He’s reading these trying to understand, to make himself fit into this system because that’s what society is like *cough* heteronormativity *cough* and yet he latched onto quadrant vacillation like it’s the holy fucking grail of romance. Like oh, okay, this is normal? Obviously people do this, as long as they switch within the bounds of the system it’s Okay™ and even romantic in some occasions. Only, this is fiction he’s reading and if you try to apply the logic of romance novels to real life…well, we all know what happened with Terezi. He was constantly pushing the boundaries of vacillation, he was red for her, he wanted to act black on occasion, he cares so much about everyone it’s impossible for him not to be pale, and we see him (though I doubt he realizes he’s doing it) trying to auspistice for her and Gamzee in the pre-retcon timeline by staging a sort of intervention. He “wanted her in every quadrant like a desperate fool” and I don’t understand how people put Karkat into the quadrant system!!! That line is so IMPORTANT, not even taking into account that we know his dancestor, who shared his blood mutation which may have had something to do with his irregularities, loved the Disciple “beyond the quadrants”. It’s. So. Obvious. Karkat is overcoming the stigma of wanting to love beyond the quadrants in the same way that Dave is struggling to overcome the loaded idea behind being Not Straight. They’re both overcoming these extremely similar prospects and it’s an absolutely stunning feat of narrative that as an English major it makes me fucking weak in the goddamn knees like Hussie is a lot of things but this? This is fucking genius. I’ve never seen two characters written together in such an in depth and parallel way before.

Opposites Attract- So we’ve talked about their similarities, let’s talk about their differences and how those differences are also actually poorly disguised similarities. Karkat is obviously a Loud Boy, thats his coping mechanism. He keeps people out and away by being loud and aggressive. Dave needs to cope for similar reasons, to protect himself he needs to keep people out and away but he does it in just the opposite way, he gets quiet. He doesn’t talk about his shit. Sure, he’ll go on the rambling metaphor when the occasion calls, but although he’s always talking he’s never really saying anything. Karkat is an almost compulsive over sharer, like, the boy (bless his heart) has zero filter. Dave will talk your ear off just as well, but I’ll be fuckin damned if he says anything worthwhile outright (his many, many Freudian slips aside). It’s also interesting to note that while I’ve seen people talk about how part of the reason Karkat doesn’t fit into Alternian society is that he’s so human, as its stated in the narrative that after seeing this soft species, that shares his blood color and stupid, stupid compassion, even *Vriska* admits that Karkat seems to fit in better with them than he ever did with trolls, we don’t see the same for Dave? I’ve rarely, if ever, seen the situation flipped, in that Dave was more suited for Alternian society the same way Karkat was more human than troll or at least had severely human aspects. Obviously Dave’s romance is still very human in that he’s a big ol’ fan of monogamy (he and Karkat both faced problems in their relationships with Terezi romantically when she became involved in other quadrants, these boys love monogamy I’ll fight), but his upbringing? Yikes. Lusii are supposed to, while still protecting their trolls, prepare them for the harsh and violent world. Whether they had to kill other trolls and Lusii to feed them, or learn how to fight to fend off other trolls on their own, there was a shit ton of fighting in their pre-pubescent years. Trolls are a hyper aggressive, violent species that learn to fight basically as soon as they can walk, which is exactly what Bro did to Dave. Dave could fight practically from the second he crawled off the meteor, I doubt a day went by without a sword in his hand for some reason and god knows he suffered through enough strifes. Both boys were brought up just thoroughly *wrong* for their societies in a way that ensured they would never feel like they truly fit in.

Finally, Romance- In the final culmination of all this, let’s actually talk about how they work together as a couple. So, they have this overwhelmingly similar upbringing and life experience, what happens when they finally meet up? Dave thinks it’s hilarious that Karkat is always yelling, “get a load of this guy I was telling you about, Rose”, and while I have no doubt he thought Karkat’s shitfits were the funniest thing since Colonel Sassacre, there had to be a part of him that was just in awe of how someone could be so free with their emotions. Like, he’s angry? And you know it the second he walks into a room?? This is an entirely new concept to Dave, my son, who grew up with an insanely passive-aggressive psychopath who would sneak up on him and fight him with a crazy fucking puppet like what the fuck?? Dave has always had to be on edge at home, Bro was quiet so you never knew when he was upset and you never knew when he was coming for you. With Karkat, that’s such a non-issue it’s like the issue dined and dashed, no bill and no tip, vanished into the wind. You can hear Karkat stomping down the hall five minutes before he even gets into the room, and once he gets there oh boy he will Let You Know What The Problem Is. Why is Dave always provoking Karkat? Literally just to hear him yell because it’s so goddamn refreshing to know exactly with 100% certainty what someone is thinking, no irony, no bullshit, just genuine fucking refreshing annoyance. And for Karkat, well here’s the guy he’s always wanted to be, right? Cool and suave, the romcom hero who could smooth talk the paint off a wall. Only, Dave isn’t actually cool in the way he pretends to be, he’s not this smooth suave hero, he’s not even just a hero. He can’t be. He’s just…a kid. A kid like Karkat who has issues like Karkat and talks just as much when he’s nervous as Karkat and he’s relatable even though he’s trying not to be. He’s trying so hard to be what society wants from him he wants to be the tough guy with the sword but he’s just so not and that’s so refreshing! Karkat realizes he’s not the only one who’s trying to live up to some buttfuck impossiblestandards and he realizes…that’s okay. He doesn’t have to be anything he’s not. And they figure that out together.

So pardon me if I don’t understand how you can put Dave with John, or Jade, because they don’t fit. The narrative literally doesn’t benefit in any way for them to fit, and if it’s your personal preference then by all means go for it who am I to stop you, but there is no benefit to them being together. They will not grow from it, John is explicitly someone who doesn’t seem to focus or care much about romance even? And Jade has no concept of anything Dave has gone through, she couldn’t even begin to understand. Same with Terezi and Karkat, or Gamzee and Karkat or John and Karkat or whatever, Terezi likes quadrants. They make sense to her and she enjoys them, Karkat cannot bring himself to deal with with that and they’re so much happier as just friends. I’m not even getting into Gamzee, I’m not even gonna dip my toe into that discourse because everyone likes different characters for different reasons and I won’t begrudge you of that so I’m just gonna stay away. So again, if you ship those then that’s fine! Go for it! This is just an analysis of why the narrative, in my personal perspective, supports DaveKat and why I personally think they are good and healthy for each other and help each other grow as people.

Helpless

Requsts: “Can you do one for Klaus where he’s obliviously in love with virgin reader and when he leaves town, she’s upset about why. Bestie Stefan comforts her and she ends up riding his face. Klaus finds out,gets upset, returns to show her what she’s missing?” (Not really smutty even though it should be, but there are places where you can gather enough info to literally imagine it. I just couldn’t picture this one as smutty, just more like a drama. It was still fun to write!)

The anxiety building up to the point where Klaus broke your heart made you realize how lucky you were to be oblivious. You just wished you could go back to the days where guys wouldn’t break your heart. Where they wouldn’t make you fall in love with them and then crush you. You were an oblivious nineteen year old girl who fell for Klaus Mikaelson, you let this happen. If you hadn’t then you wouldn’t have to deal with this heart ache. ‘My past promises to keep you with me no matter the destination has brought me to realize your safety is key and not just my needs for you to be by my side. I have to let you go, Y/N.’

Just thinking about the way he was talking to you. He was hurt which made his normally bubbly and happy toned accent sound dreary and cold. You hated goodbyes, and it didn’t matter what they were about. Especially when somebody said goodbye to you. Somebody you loved. Repeating his voice in your head made you feel like he was right next to you, you could feel him there. But when you opened your eyes, he wasn’t there. You opened your eyes to the front door of the boarding house where your best friend Stefan lived.

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A Lazy Day

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Summary: The reader has plans with Dean but when they get cancelled, the day doesn’t turn out as expected…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: none, just cute fluff

A/N: Written for @ilostmyshoe-79 ‘s Sweet Emotions Challenge. My prompt was “Affection”…


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anonymous asked:

Bakugou saying I love you to his gf. He has a difficult time on saying it.

This says gf so I’m using she/her pronouns if that’s alright. *sigh* I need to go to bed soon it’s 1:10AM.

Admin G

It’s not that Bakugou doesn’t love his girlfriend, he does. If he wasn’t head over heels for her then he wouldn’t have confessed to her or asked her out. He’s aware that he’s not showy with his feelings and she isn’t in any way resentful about it, one of the many reasons he loves her. But, he can’t help but take the words, the whispers he hears, seriously.

That [Y/N], they’d say. Why would she go out with someone like Bakugou?

Why?

Why would you?

Why, when he can’t even say those three words outright? It should be simple for him! He’s done lots of scarier things than this being a hero in training. But, the reality, the levity of those words always left him thinking… if you knew how much you affected him, would you take advantage of it?

He shook his head. Of course, you wouldn’t do that. He tells himself that you won’t you won’t you won’t as he steadies his breathing and turns to look at you eating lunch next to him.

You look up from your food, concerned by the frustrated look on your boyfriend’s face. “You okay?”

God, she’s even pretty when she’s worried.’ He thinks and Jesus Christ he’s so gone for you. What comes out of his mouth is “You’re not an idiot.”.

You blink at him and laugh. “Thanks. That’s high praise coming from you.”

“I don’t have to tell you because it’s fucking obvious and you’re not an idiot, you should know.” Bakugou said without once stopping for air.

“Katsuki, reading minds is not my Quirk.” You answer, struggling to get a hold of the core of this conversation. “Is there something-”

“I’m in love with you.”

You freeze, staring into serious blood red eyes. You can see how hard this is for him and you dare not move, dare not breathe and risk destroying his composure. Your eyelids tremble with the need to blink and you think idly that this is what Aisawa must feel like all the time, like a tightened cord ready to snap.

“I’ve been… this way, for a long time. I don’t need to tell you-”

You get up from your seat and wrap your arms around him, biting back tears. “Thank you.” You say, kissing the side of his head. “Thank you. I love you too, Katsuki. It’s ok. You don’t need to say it. I’m not an idiot. I know. You show me everyday.”

Bakugou sighed as if only putting up with you because he’s got the patience of a saint. “I wanted to.” He says as he wraps his arms around you. “I said it because I wanted to.”

There’s a Fine, Fine Line

Jughead x Reader

The Reader and Jughead have a complicated relationship. Based on the requested song: 7 Things by Miley Cyrus

Warning: some swearing

Word count: 2,562

A/N: I know the request wanted it focused on one line and I tried I really did but the other parts were too cute once I started writing I’m sorry I hope you like it still. Also PS  It would have helped if Miley would have numbered the seven things because like I swear i was counting like 9 things at one point in my childhood. Also speaking of childhood the flashback actually happened to me let’s all relive my worst middle school memory yay.


You make me laugh, you make me cry

I don’t know which side to buy

There’s a thin line between love and hate. Jughead Jones rides that line with you, and it frustrates you to no end.

You had been ‘friends’ with him since you can remember, now only hanging out when Archie and Betty are there. You didn’t hate him at first, in fact, when you were a kid you had a crush on him for what seemed like the longest time.

At the 8th grade dance, you even asked him to dance. You remember what happened vividly, almost like a movie.

A short blue dress, black flats, and a braid down your back. Your makeup is done to perfection, and you feel on top of the world. Betty meets up with you at your place before the dance, her dress is a short milky white with a black necklace and earrings. Her blonde hair  tied up in a bun, a few strands hanging down in a perfect messy kind of way.

“Wow.” you say.

“Do you think Archie will like it?” she asks, going to your mirror and fiddling with the hem of her dress.

“If he doesn’t I will punch him.” You say with a small giggle.

“Thanks.” She smiles in return.

A car horn beeps from outside and you both jump up. It was Archie and his dad. They were going to drive you there.

You both race down the stairs and out the door, tickets in hand.

Archie sits up front, and so you both open the door and get in the back.

“There are my girls.” He says with a smile. All of you, plus Jughead, have been an inseparable crew since the beginning of time, and it all seems to work. You like Jug, Betty likes Archie, Archie and Jug are best friends, and you and Betty are best friends. It all just works.

You arrive at the dance and meet up with Jug, going to the dance floor to sway and jump the night away at your last dance of middle school. Half way through the night a slow song begins to play.

Archie smiles as you see him searching for Betty, and Jughead goes to the side of the dance floor. It didn’t look like he was going to ask someone.

Betty seems to have disappeared, probably to the bathroom, and before you know it Archie has come up beside you and has asked you to dance.

You say yes, of course. Archie was your friend, and you know nothing could ever come out of it. He is just a friend, this is a friend dance. People do that right?

His hands are on your hips and your hands around his neck. You can’t seem to look him in the eyes. You didn’t want to see him looking at you, as this should be Betty’s dance.

Soon, one slow song ends, and yet another begins. You thank Archie, as you see Betty coming back from the bathroom, and almost immediately he makes his way to her. He is just being nice, wanting to dance with both of us on our last 8th grade dance.

You search out Jughead on the side of the dance floor, finding him walking out of the room. His body seems tense, like he wants to leave.

You approach him, trying to chase after him.

“Juggie!” you say, touching his shoulder.

He stops and turns around.

“I don’t like you, (Y/N).” he says plainly.

A pain shoots through your body. The boy you had liked since the 2nd grade was standing before you, one of your very good friends, saying that they didn’t like you.

He turns around again and storms off, before you can ask what exactly he means. Did he mean that he doesn’t like like you? Or does he mean that he just doesn’t like you in general? Does he not like you as a person?

Your head spins as you go out to the hallway, sitting against the wall in your dress and braid, putting your head into your knees as you take deep breaths, already trying to deny what just happened.

That was only two years ago. After thinking about it over and over again, you came to the conclusion that he meant that he didn’t like you in general. It was a painful discovery, but it was one you learned to deal with, and one you’re still dealing with to this day.

You seem to only tolerate each other now, never speaking outside of when you hang out with all four of you. Like today.

You aren’t entirely sure what the plans are, but you just know that he will be there. You take the whole day to mentally prepare yourself before texting Betty.

‘what’s the plan?’ you send.

‘Pop’s, then a movie at Archie’s place.’ she replies.

You respond with a smiley face emoji, and as the last bell rings you pull your hoodie up over your head and walk to the diner.

They’re at the normal booth when you get there, Jughead on his laptop, a space open across from him. You scoot in across Archie, taking your spot and ordering a milkshake.

“How was your day?” Archie asks.

“The usual.” you say, shrugging your shoulders, “I went to Geometry class, my calculator died, and continued to spiral into the torturous hell of triangles.”

Your friends chuckle, but Jughead only raises his eyebrows.

“Are you sure that’s not just high school in general?” Jughead smirks, causing even more laughs from Betty and Archie. Oddly enough, you can’t help but crack a smile yourself.

Your friends they’re jerks

And when you act like them, just know it hurts

Jughead doesn’t have many friends he hangs out with besides you and Betty and Archie, but the ones he did have weren’t the kind of people you would think.

He basically lives at the Drive-In, and you can’t help but notice that some of the Southside Serpents are starting to hang out around there.

Okay, so technically you can’t exactly call them Jug’s ‘friends.’ They more are just forced to hang out around each other because of a common interest, but he’s still starting to pick up on some things that weren’t exactly desirable.

He’s late all the time, cancelling plans all of a sudden, not telling even Archie where he is or how he’s been. He’s dropped off the face of the planet, you actually haven’t seen him in a few months, and neither has Archie, and you can tell it’s taken a toll on him. Even you were starting to worry about him.

On your walk home from school you decide to take a different route. You had to cut through a few yards and walk down a trail through the woods at the back of your house, but the day was beautiful and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see the leaves change.

You see a figure sitting on a bench with a big backpack on the path, and only when you get closer do you notice the familiar beanie. It’s over his eyes, like he’s sleeping.

“Jughead?”

“(Y/N)?” he jumps, nearly falling over. He lands in the leaves on the ground, his beanie falling off on the path. He straightens himself up, quickly grabbing his signature hat and putting it back on his black locks.

“Where have you been?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips.

“Around.” He says, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt.

Really?” you raise your eyebrows, challenging him to tell you more.

“Yeah.” he responds, not taking the bait.

“Well Archie is worried half to death, so is Betty. You should probably talk to them.” You say, deflecting the conversation away from how you might be affected. You cross your arms and shuffle your feet on the path, causing some gravel to kick up and roll towards his feet.

“I have been. It’s only been like a week since I saw you guys anyway.” he shrugs.

You look up. Did he not realize how long he’s been gone? “It’s been two months, Jughead.” you tell him.

“Oh…really?” he raises his eyebrows this time, genuinely confused as to how that amount of time has passed.

“Yes. Please explain.” You state simply, looking at him.

“Why would I tell you?” he smirks, scoffing at the implication of telling me.

“Okay, whatever.” you brush it off. You are used to this by now, “Just please tell Archie about whatever this is.” you say, giving him a look up and down.

“What does that mean?” he challenges.

“You don’t think I don’t notice? You hanging out with all the serpents at the drive-in?” now it was your turn to raise your eyebrows at him.

He looks shocked, and doesn’t say a word.
“They’re making you a different person.” you tell him, walking away.

“Wait,” he says before you get too far.

“What?” you say, spinning on your heels and turning to face him again.

“I’m not hanging out with them.” he tells you, his eyes to the ground.

“Really? That’s what it looks like. And it hurts Archie, and Betty and it hurts-” you stop yourself from saying it hurts you. You’re too busy trying to pry it out of him you don’t notice that he’s looking at you now.

“Hurts what?” he probes.

“It hurts the relationship you have with them.” you cover for yourself.

It’s silent for a minute, you now meeting his gaze.

“Come with me.” he sighs, picking up his backpack and walking in the direction opposite of where you were going initially.

You didn’t argue, though.

Maybe today will be different, maybe today he’s decided not to hate you.

And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do

You make me love you

He leads you to the Drive-in, going to the back room.

He opens the door, leading you into a room with a mattress on the floor, a mirror on the wall, and some clothes and posters tossed carelessly around the space.

You instantly realize, that’s why he’s been spending so much time here. He lives here. This is his home, and nobody noticed it. Not even Archie knew.

“Jughead, why didn’t you come to any of us?” you finally ask, looking around the room, walking to the center.

“I can take care of myself.” he says simply.

“The thing is, you don’t have to. You have Archie, and Betty, and..me.” you say, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Really? Cause last time I checked you seem to hate me.” he takes his hands out of his sweatshirt, taking a few steps toward you.

“I’ve never hated you, Juggie.” you say, not breaking eye contact.

“Don’t,” he takes a breath,  “call me that.” His voice is rough and deep, pointing at me with every word. His eyes are flaring, yet stone cold. He is angry at something or someone, you can’t tell.

“I don’t know what I ever did to make you hate me, but I know I sure as hell wasn’t the one who started this.” you say, throwing your hands up in defeat, waiting for a response.

All he does is scoff.

“Fine, have fun being alone, but don’t say I never tried.” you say, pushing past him and making your way towards the door to leave.

“Tried? You’ve barely given me the time of day.” You turn around at this, walking back over to him.
“The only reason I haven’t is because you said you didn’t like me.” You tell him.

“Why would I say something like that?” he gets defensive.

“Don’t act like you don’t remember.” you scoff now, folding your arms once more and rolling your eyes.

He just stares at you.

“You don’t like me, I get it. I’ve moved on with my life. I’ve accepted it. You’ve never liked me.” you say, wanting the conversation to be over.

“I don’t think you do get it.” he says, looking down at his feet.

“Then tell me what I’m missing.”

“The way he looks at you. The way he smiles when you walk in the room. His attention, devoted to you.” he looks at you again, trying to meet your eyes.

“What? What are you talking about?” you ask, confused as ever.

“Archie! It’s clear he likes you. He has since 8th grade. I wasn’t stupid, (Y/N), I saw you dancing with him.” he nearly screams.

“Wait.. what?”

“He only had eyes for you.” He says, hurt now behind his eyes.

“Oh my god.” You put your hand to your head, bringing it down over your eyes. You can’t help but crack a smile and let out a little laugh at how fucked up the situation is. It’s been so muddled and there’s been so much miscommunication.

“What?” he says, his face a mix of confusion and sadness and still some anger.

“Jug, I like you.” You say without thinking.

“What?” he asks.

“He asked me to dance because Betty was in the bathroom. I thought he wanted to dance with her.” you ramble, not realize what he’s asking.

“No, no. What did you just say?”

You pause a moment, just hitting you that you just admitted that you liked him, that you still like him. He obviously heard it, there was no turning back now.

“I- I like you, Jug. I always have.” you let out with a sigh, unable to look at him.

You’re afraid of what he’s going to say, bracing yourself for another rejection. Instead, you feel his hand going to the back of your neck as he pulls you close, placing a kiss on your lips. It was sweet, and simple, a thousand words said in just one touch.

“I’m so sorry.” he whispers against your lips as you break apart, keeping your foreheads together.

“For what?”

“For saying I didn’t like you. When I saw you guys I got so mad, and when you came up to me afterwards it was the only thing I could think of. I was… well, I was in middle school.” he lets out a small laugh, unable to find another explanation.

“It’s okay, we both were.” you come back, letting out a small laugh as well.

He takes a small step back from you, brushing the hair out of your face with his fingers, but you can still feel the heavy weight in the air, a mix of your heavy breathing and the anticipation of what could happen next.

“I hate this.” Jughead breaks the silence, and you’re unable to read his expression.

You pause. The memory flashing in your mind. This was going to be a repeat of middle school, you could feel it.

“Hate what?” you ask this time.

“I hate that you make my stomach tie in knots, I hate what your smile does to my heart. I hate that I’ve liked you for such a long time, and I’ve been too blind to see that you liked me back.”

“There’s a fine, fine line between love and hate, Jughead,” you say, “you just have to decide which side to be on.”

“Then I don’t just like you, (Y/N),” he says. You can feel yourself stop breathing.

“I love you.”


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Falling

Okay so I wanted to bring more to the start of their relationship. So I hope you are enjoying the start of it as much as I am. Also, kind of running low on ideas for this series so if you wanna hmu with some ideas, it would be greatly appreciated. 
Find other Nap Date parts Here!

Since that first ‘date’, they haven’t been able to stop talking. 

He’s on break from tour so he’s just haning out and been a dumb teen with his friends. Also he’s working his hardest to do anything for her, prove to her that he can be the guy she needs. 

She’s a bit apprehensive, with his line of work and the famousness of it all it’s a little scary. If they become official then she’s in the spotlight and she’s not sure if she wants that. 

“I promise to keep you out of it. That’s my work, you’re real. That’s not really me out there, that’s not Shawn. That’s Shawn Mendes, me right here with you, this is Shawn. Let it be Shawn, Y/n’s Shawn.” He pleads.

“Prove it to me, and then we can talk.”

“You love to through me for loops don’t you.” He grins.

So he’s trying to prove it to her. Trying to get her to see that his work won’t affect them, won’t come in between their relationship. 

She’s been around more often, the boys have noticed. Brian, Matt, Geoff even Andrew has noticed. She’s around at parties, concerts, she even showed up at the studio one day. 

They are pretty much a couple, they act like one. He’s over all the time, she’s stealing his jackets, her favorite one his red Magcon one. They kiss and fool around, they just aren’t official, yet. 

He’s out with the boys and he’s glued to his phone, she’s not feeling the greatest and he want’s to go take care of her, but he can’t just up and leave. The boys will for sure question him on it. 

“Shawn, talk to us about you’re girl situation.”

“Um,” He looks up, flushing. 

He looks back down and types her a quick text.

Can I tell the boys you’re my girl?

Sent. 

He bounces his leg and bites his nails as he waits for her response, praying that she’ll say yes. He’s dying to show her off as his, to hold her hand in public and kiss her in front all of the guys that stare at her while their out. 

Read.

He inhales, she’s typing. Why is he so nervous? It’s just her, but that’s the thing. It’s her. She’s different, he can see a future with her, and kissing her is his addiction. She’s his drug and he’s hooked, for life.

I don’t know can you?

Damn her and he fucking witty responses. She’ll be the death of him.

I’m gonna take that as a yes?

He continues with his first message, it’s not even for the response to Brian anymore, it’s for himself. He wants, no scratch that he needs to know if he can finally say that he’s dating her. 

Yeah Shawn, that’s fine.

Holy shit. She actually said yes. Before he even tells anyone, he changes her contact name. Long gone is Cinderella it’s now 

My Girl 

“Shawn? What’s your girl situation?” Brian asks again, when the conversation about who they should set Shawn up with dies down. 

“Um I um, I have one.” He nods, trying to play it off cool, on the inside he’s ready to bolt and go kiss her. 

“You do?” They all question, eyebrows raising, all leaning in. 

“Yeah.” He says, clicking his phone off. 

“Who?”

“Y/n.” 

“Finally asked her out?” Matt asks.

“No, I finally got her to say yes.” He chuckles.

“How many times did you ask?”

“Too many.” 

“Wow.”

“But she’s my girl.” Shawn says shrugging. 

“Is Shawnie falling in love?”

“Shut up.” He pushes Geoff’s shoulder.

Was he? Was he falling in love with her? 

“Sounds like someone’s a little sensitive with that subject.” Matt snickers.

“Fuck off.” He got defensive.

His phone dings. He looks down and swipes over unlocking his phone to see her message.

Shawn?

He looks at his phone confused but types quickly.

Yeah?

He looks back up and joins the conversation, not really paying attention. He waits for his phone to go off with a response, hoping that she isn’t regretting the decision. He’s nervous again, feeling a little sweat on his forehead. 

Can you come over?

He inhales sharply. Does she need him? Or is she going to turn him down again. After he bragged to the boys and everything.

Everything alright?

He tests out the waters, wondering if he can get a hint as to why she wants him to come over.

Yeah, it’s just I made muffins yesterday and their getting stale. Also I’m cold.

He smiles at her message and instantly starts getting ready to leave.

“Hey pop star where are you going?”

“Somewhere much better than here.” He grins, thinking of being with her.

“Where’s that.”

“With my girl.” He says standing, slipping his jacket on. 

“Have fun, use protection.” Brian teases.

“Fuck off.” He slaps the back of his head. 

Shawn rushes to his jeep, speeding to her house. He reaches into the back of his jeep grabbing his red Magcon jacket. 

He goes to her doorstep and knocks on the door.

“It’s open.” She coughs. He walks in, closing and locking the door behind him. “Shawn?” She asks from the little office room.

“Yeah.” He says walking in to find her sitting at her desk, a cup of coffee sitting beside her, her laptop open, and her notes everywhere. She sneezes and rubs her face.

“Bless you.” He chuckles standing behind her.

“Hey.” She smiles looking up at him.

“Hey.” He smiles looking down. He leans down to kiss her, they’ve gotten that comfortable but she pushes his face away. He looks at her confused, eyebrows knitting together.

“I don’t wanna get you sick.”

“Kissing you is worth it.”

“No, you have to record tomorrow.”

“A quick peck?”

“No Shawn.”

“Come on, you finally let me tell the boys you’re mine and I can’t even kiss you to celebrate?”

“Fine, a quick peck.”

“Fine.” He smirks. He leans down again meeting her lips with his own. He holds her face in place, so she can’t push him away, and laughs as she groans. He pulls away and she shakes her head.

“When you get sick don’t blame me.”

“Are those my sweats?” He asks turning her swivel chair so she’s facing him. In one swift movement he picks her up, sitting, then setting her on his lap. 

“Yeah, you left them here.” She shrugs.

“And you’re wearing them?” He asks smirking.

“They’re warm.” She argues. 

“I’ve got something else to keep you warm.” He grins.

“Really?” She asks getting excited. He holds up his jacket and puts it on her head, holding it out so she can slip her arms in. 

“Warm?” He asks.

“So warm.” She snuggles into it. He brings his hand up and rests it on her forehead, testing to see if she has a fever. 

“No fever.” He says.

“Just a head cold.”

“Wanna cuddle and watch a movie?” He asks brushing the hair out of her face. 

“That sounds amazing right now.” She sighs leaning against him.

“Then let’s go.” He says, picking her up. She giggles, protesting the way to the living room. He throws her on the couch, making her laugh harder. “Find a movie.” He says walking out of the room. 

He grabs her fuzzy blanket from her closet. He then grabs her coffee from the office, shutting her computer off, then goes to warm her coffee again. 

When he returns shes searching through Netflix, and smiles as she sees him holding the blanket and coffee.

“Are those my sweats?” She laughs at him. 

“Yeah someone stole mine, so I stole yours.” He says setting her coffee on her coffee table He’s in her grey cropped sweats. They are really cropped for him, stopping halfway down his shin. They’re tight in the waist and make his ass look really good.

“You look good in my sweats.” She says as he sits down next to her.

“Really?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“Yeah, makes your butt look good.” She nods, causing him to snort in laughter. He leans over and kisses her cheek, pulling her to lean on him. He throws the blanket over the both of them and tangles their legs together.

“How much shit did the boys give you?” She asks.

“Not much, I don’t care though. I’d go through anything just to be able to call you mine.”

“Yours.” She smiles to herself. He slips his fingers under her chin, making her look at him. 

“Mine.” He whispers, leaning down to kiss her. She lets him kiss her and she melts into him. 

As she pulls away she clicks play on Greys Anatomy. He watches as she snuggles herself into him and rests her head on his chest. He smiles and knows that yeah, he’s falling for her. Not only is he falling for her, he’s been falling for a while now.

Caught

An old one but hey i wanted to share it

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


Theo and i had been dating for about 3 months now but it has been a secret because my older brother Stiles hates Theo and i just don’t wanna go through all that with them. I was walking home in the rain. I could find Theo and Stiles already left so i didn’t really have a choice. When i came i saw a note from Stiles saying “i’m out i’ll be back at like 5”.

I ran up the stairs and headed straight to the bathroom i always kept my pajamas in there so i changed into those after a nice hot shower. I put on my short black shorts and a grey tight shirt and headed for my room. I didn’t even notice Theo sitting on my bed until i heard him cough. I spun around thinking it was a stranger but to my liking i saw Theo standing up.

“Hey beautiful” he said and kissed my lip.

I kissed him back and mumbled a “hey” between kisses. His hand started going to my ass before he broke the kiss

“i like these” he said referring to my shorts and i smiled. I had totally forgotten the time when me and Theo started undressing. We had never done it but we both really wanted although something was always in the way either it was Stiles being home or my dad. Once we were just about to but neither of us had a condom. Theo and i were in just our underwear and i was straddling him on the bed when we heard a knock on the door.

Before i could open my mouth to tell them to wait the door open revealing Stiles and my dad who looked horrified

“THEO” Stiles yelled making his way to the bed and pulling Theo out of my bed.

“STILES STOP” i yelled at him trying to cover myself.

“Who the hell is this” my dad said stepping and taking Theo from Stiles. I looked at them with so much anger. I knew what this looked like but they still couldn’t act like this. “

It’s my boyfriend Theo” i said sternly

“YOU CAN NOT DATE HIM” Stiles yelled from the other side of me bed “why not i” i was gonna continue but Theo cut me off

“sheriff please let me go and let me explain” Theo said pulling his arm away from my dad and putting on his pants and throwing me his shirt that i gladly put on.

“How long have you guys… Have you had… Omg what if you got pregnant… I’m losing my mind” Stiles said in bits and i got out of my bed and grabbed Theo’s hand.

“We have been dating for 3 months now.” I said not wanting to look at my dad

“have you guys…” Stiles started but couldn’t finish

“why does it matter” i asked getting angrier

“because it would be him taking my baby sister’s  innocence” he said looking right at Theo with a deadly look.

“I’M STILL A FUCKING VIRGIN” i said not waiting to have this conversation

“How old are you” my dad finally spoke up “17 sir” Theo answer him and i could see the disappointment in my father’s eyes “YOU’RE 17… THAT MY DAUGHTER SHE’S 15 THEO WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING” now he was the one yelling.

“Maybe you should go” i said while putting on my pants and giving Theo his shirt back. As Theo left i could feel my heart breaking. “Why the hell do you have to that” i asked when i knew Theo was gone

“HE’S 17 AND SUPERNATURAL” Stiles screamed he was gonna continue but my dad put a hand up signaling for him to stop

“do you love him” he asked calmly and that was the question i dreaded answering

“i… Dad i think i do”

Either Ask Her Out Or I Will Do It For You! (Lafayette x Reader)

You slowly disinfected and patched up the wound. Marquis de Lafayette, a french military officer had been brought into your portion of the hospital tent about ten minutes ago. A bullet had grazed his side in battle, and although it was nothing serious, it still needed to be cleaned and patched up in order to avoid infection. He was sitting upright on the hospital cot, as you fiddled with your roll of gauze. You pressed the material over the wound as he winced in pain.

“You really have to be careful out there, you know.” You said, finally securing the gauze on his ribcage.

“Ah, if this is all I suffer for independence and keeping you safe, it will be worth it.” he responded, in his thick french accent.

You reached into your bag and pulled out a bandage.

“Sir, this is not the first time you have been in to see me. Please be more careful. One of these days, the wound may be more serious.”

Mi amor, I will keep getting injured if that is what it takes to see you again.”

You scoff as you finish placing the bandage on him. You and Lafayette had a long history together. Ever since you first treated his dislocated knee, it seemed every time he got injured, he came running to you as quickly as possible. Since then, you’ve treated everything, from viruses to gunshot wounds. You didn’t mind at all, he was a very charming and handsome man. But there was no way he could have had interest in you. He was a busy, dedicated worker, with no time for a relationship. His flirting with you must have been a result of the pain killers.

“You need rest, sir.”

He sighed as he slowly lowered himself into a flat position, laying on the cot with his head propped up by a very thin pillow. 

“Thank you Miss (Y/N). You are truly un ange.”

You smiled.

“Please stay safe, sir.”

“Call me Marquis,” He responded.

You smiled, stepped away from the bed and pulled the curtain that surrounded the cot over. He needed to sleep and heal. 

***************************************

Hours later, and it was time to check up on Lafayette, and clean his wounds again. As you approached the area, you could see that the curtain was still drawn over, but you could see a figure standing upright behind it. You began to rush.

“MARQUIS!” you yelled, and the figure turned its head around.

“You are not supposed to be standing up yet! That could reopen the w-” 

As you snatched the curtain back, you realized it was not Lafayette standing up, but instead Alexander Hamilton, visiting your patient. Lafayette was still lying in bed, a grin spreading across his face as you realized you had just screeched at the right hand man of your boss.

“Oh sir, please forgive me, I thought I saw Lafayette standing up, and that could have reopened the wound, and then we would have to start tr-” 

“Not to worry,” Alex replied, “I can tell you didn’t mean harm.”

“No sir, I am truly sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“Nonsense. In fact, Lafayette was just telling me about how smart, skilled, and cute his nurse is. And by what I’ve seen, he must be talking about you.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and kissing it. You blushed.

“Thank you, sir. I’ll…um… let you two finish your conversation.” You stammered, stepping our of the space and pulling the curtain over again. 

(He thinks I’m cute?)

You stepped over to a nearby cabinet to check the hospital inventory while you waited. Those pain killers you gave Marquis should have worn off by now, but apparently he was still saying delusional things.

“So that’s her?”

You paused. Obviously thinking that you were gone, Alexander and Marquis continued their conversation.

“Yes, she always takes care of me when I’m injured. Of course I don’t let any other nurse take care of me, but what’s the difference.”

“I don’t blame you, Laf. She’s gorgeous.”

(He always requests for me?)

“She’s incredibly intelligent as well. She speaks fluent french and is the most knowledgable nurse here.” Lafayette stated, completely unaware of your presence.

“Ask her out, Laf!”

“Ah, non. She is a busy woman, I am not good enough for her.”

“What are you talking about, Laf? You’re a great guy!”

Non.”

“Either ask her out or I will do it for you!”

“Alex that’s a horrible ide-”

Hamilton burst through the curtian.

“(Y/N)!”

You spun around, pretending not to have heard the entire conversation.

“Is something wrong?”

“You see, my buddy, the idiot who got himself shot, has been telling me how ravishingly beautiful and intelligent you are,” he beamed. 

You glanced over to Laf. He had buried his face into his pillow. 

“He also would like to know if he, an idiot who got shot, might be able to take you out some night, ya know, after you heal his wound.”

You grinned and looked at Lafayette, still hiding his face in his pillow from embarrassment. 

“Does the idiot who got shot know how to dance?” you grinned.

You saw Laf peek out from the pillow.

“You bet he does!” replied Alexander, “He’s the full package! Able to dance and not entirely bulletproof!”

You laughed out loud.

“Well tell him that once I heal him up, I’d love to go dancing with him some night, and that he shouldn’t be so shy around a nurse.” You chuckled, giving Alexander a wink.

You turned on your heels, and walked out of the tent.

Once you exited, you heard two victory cries and the sound of a high-five.

You blush and smile to yourself. There revolutionaries have no clue how sound travels through cloth. 

Flower boy - Florist!AU

Originally posted by littlebyuns

Baekhyun x you // Masterlist

A/N: I know I haven’t been active in like 200 years but I’m back with this for you guys, credits to @doreimefasolaxiumin for sending me this au idea! This is for youu.


Working at a flower shop allows you to see the crevices of the human condition. Lovers gifting bouquets as a token of love and affection, bouquets to mourn a person’s death or a bouquet to put someone in a special light - for example, a son or daughter’s graduation.

These are only the common reasons why people enter this small flower shop, however, from time to time a strange costumer decides to pay a visit.

It was a quiet Tuesday when you were watering the white lilies who just got in a few hours ago. They were beautiful, and with the water sprayed on them even more beautiful as they caught the light. It will probably take a few more days for them to fully bloom but that doesn’t matter - you can admire them from behind the counter.

Suddenly, there was a familiar ring indicating a customer entering the shop. “Welcome!” You greeted the costumer dressed in casual clothes and a low snapback but didn’t get much of a reply. Instead, he charged forward towards you and slammed twenty bucks on the counter with a loud bang.

The next thing he said had you in shock.

“How do I passive-aggressively say ‘fuck you’ in flower?” He stared at you with serious eyes.

You have heard it all before. Costumers asking for a certain meaning they want their flowers to express like ‘I love you’ or ‘I miss you’. Honestly, flowers having a language is the biggest bogus ever, but hey whatever sells, right?

Instead of giving a serious answer, which you opted but decided not to, you grabbed for a little notepad and started scribbling. “I don’t know what you are going through.” You replied, “But I know a guy who can help.”

You slide the paper across the counter and the stranger stares at you with incredulous eyes. “Look, you must think I’m joking, but I’m serious.”

“Okay..” You slide the paper back to him. He seems serious. You finally take a moment to get a good look at the stranger and conclude he’s quite the looker. His lips are pouty, his hair messy and his skin is milky. There’s a strong men-scent coming from him which is probably some perfume or deodorant but it’s not all chemical - actually it smells minty.

He is still staring at you, but now that you know he’s hot you start to grow a little nervous.

“So.. is it.. fuck you in a salty kind of way.. or the sexual kind?” You ask, and the strangers lips begin to pull. His serious face is gone and replaced by a smile he’s holding back.

“I wish it was the latter - but oh god no. It’s in the 'fuck you - how dare you, I hate you’ kind of way.” He places a hand on his hip and leans forward. “Why..?” There’s a cheeky smile on his face.

“I mean.. how should I know.” You walk away from the counter and start to collect three kinds of flowers. Geraniums for stupidity, orange lilies for hatred and yellow carnations for disappointment.

He doesn’t say much after so instead you try to converse with the strangest costumer you have ever met. “I have never been asked such a special question. 'fuck you’ in flower.. how did you even come up with that?”

“I’m a creative guy.” He shrugs and you roll your eyes.

“Seriously, why would you even want to spend money on someone you despise?” You hand him the bouquet after he has paid.

“My best friend Park Chanjerkface decided to tp my room and today is his anniversary with his girlfriend, but he totally forgot. So he asked me to get a bouquet. So, this is my sweet revenge.” You don’t quite understand him - or his friend but you are smart enough not to ask any questions. Especially because this revenge is incredibly lame - yet sorta creative. “I want him to burn in his girlfriend’s anger.” He flashes a bright smile.

You try to turn the bouquet into something beautiful but the customer stops you and says that goes against the whole message.

So you try to mess the whole thing up and you discover that your handsome costumer is quite the chatterbox. He introduces himself as Byun Baekhyun and begins to talk about his life as a university student. While you are working on the flowers he tells you he’s actually really into singing, he has a dog and he actually likes his friend despite wanting to strangle him.

You can see he is passionate and an energetic person, and you find yourself laughing at his lame jokes - which he blames the leader of his student house for.

About five minutes later you’re finally done and you hand him the bouquet. “Will that be all?”

“Yes,” he beams and takes the bouquet from your hands. You feel a little disappointed when you see him open the door of the stop.

But you don’t hear the ringing of the bell.

“Actually no.” He stops and turns back. What is he doing? “Can I get another bouquet with another message?”

“Sure.” You smile. “What message?”

He grins and you get curious. “How do you say 'Will you go out with me?’ in flower?”

A/N: If ur curious for the post I got this idea from: link 

Break Up Novella

PART ONE: DON’T GIVE UP ON US

Well here we have the first installation of the break up novella, this is something I’ve been meaning to do for a while, since I’ve had a couple asks stored away in my ask box, asking if the missus and Harry ever did separate in the story, and they did. This will be an installment of most likely four to five parts, each part going further into depth as to why they broke up, and what they did while they were apart. My heart physically hurt writing this, but I hope you’ll give me a chance, and give it a read.

I hope you enjoy it, I’d love to hear what you guys think about it! So without further blabbing from me, here we have the first part to the break up novella! x

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OCTOBER 2, 2015

Things had started to change a while ago. 

You knew your relationship wouldn’t be perfect, but you didn’t think it would sink to the point that it’s sunk to right now.

Affection was something you and Harry never had a problem with. He’d always hold your hand, or have his arm around your waist, or his lips would find their way to your temple to show you that he was there. Recently, he was there, but he wasn’t there.

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Marichat May Day 24 - "I Owe You One"

When Marinette jokes with Chat about her feeding him so much, he decides to bring her cupcakes. He also finds it to be the perfect opportunity to ask her something he’d been wanting to for awhile.

Rated G || 1,341 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

The Missing Cupcake

“Thanks Marinette.” Chat’s voice was muffled as he spoke around the half of a croissant he’d stuffed in his mouth. If Marinette wasn’t so used to interpreting him with his mouth full she would have never understood what he’d said. A moment more of chewing the pastry then Chat continued after gulping it down. “I definitely owe you one.”

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