i also got to chat with her later on in the night and it was fantastic

Here we go again..................

That MTV interview with the photographer was a well written piece of propaganda for “Bare with me”, basically saying that love is love, and it is beautiful in all forms. The stuff about Lauren and Lucy was all propaganda to prop up the narrative.

The photographer and the wardrobe lady were only saying what they were advised to say. LIES! (though the wardrobe lady decided to fuck the narrative a bit with the “sisterly and maternal connection”) Management did the same thing with DWTS. Val was advised to lie about when and where he had his first meet up with Normani for DWTS. They had been rehearsing for days before that Houston Rodeo, yet they wanted to push the narrative to the general public that the girls were in on the surprise, and helped introduce Mani to her dance partner. Why? To show how much they support her decision to do her own thing.

My point is, they (management) have no problem getting outside forces, other than the girls, to help sell their narrative. The ladies who did that photo-shoot with Lauren and Lucy are no different. Why have the photographer say what she said? They needed someone, other than Lauren or Lucy, to confirm that Laucy was real, to prove that Camren wasn’t. That one interview killed three birds with one stone. It confirmed Laucy, destroyed Camren, then destroyed Laucy, all at the same damn time. Brilliant actually.

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Day6 badboy!au (relationship focus)

So is it bad boy, or badboy? I don’t know. Because bad boy doesn’t look right, but badboy has the red squiggle under it.

Also, thanks for the Day6 request, these boys deserve lots of attention


-          He’s a “bad boy,” but not actually

-          Like he wears the jacket and he does his hair up like one

-          But that thing sticking out of his mouth that your parents assume is a cigarette because he’s kind of far away and they can’t quite see?

-          It’s a lollipop. Bubblegum flavored, to be specific

-          And also, he’s a lollipop

-          He’s always smiling and he rides a motorcycle, and every time he gets on the motorcycle and you’re there, he winks at you and smiles before he ZOOMS off into the distance while ACDC plays in the background

-          Or maybe it was a B1A4 cute concept song or something, who knows with this boy

-          He finds any and every reason to talk to you and you guys become kind of friends but like one of those really playful bantery friendships

-          He throws a rock at your window to get your attention and then sneaks you out for milkshakes and karaoke at 1am this one time, and then he’s walking you back along the side walk with this really pretty view with flowers and trees, and he stops you under a street light, grabs the sides of the hood your wearing, and kisses you

-          And then you two just stand there with his hands holding your face and your hands resting on his sides and your foreheads are leaning together and it’s adorable and your stomach is all fluttery and :3

-          And it was great and so now he does that all the time and it’s just a thing now


-          Actual bad boy, you knew he was trouble when he walked in

-          But not like rip your heart out and destroy your reputation and drink heavily kind of trouble, like he stays out later at night than he probably should and he skips class sometimes and he flirts with everyone but he’d totes be there if you ever got into a tricky situation type of trouble

-          Owns a muscle car that he cares for kind of meticulously, knows how to do his own maintenance

-          He kind of watches you walk into school or work while he leans on his car and it creeps people out a little

-          And he doesn’t seem very approachable

-          And he hangs out with the badboys

-          But then your car breaks down on the side of the road and he pulls over, helps you fix it, and then tells you now you have to go to dinner with him as payment with a smile and he turns out to be actually kind of sweet

-          KIND OF

-          He takes you to a burger place and you steal each other’s fries

-          And then you wind up talking for like an hour after you’re finished eating

-          And as you’re leaving, he hands you his number and he says “In case your car breaks down again and you need to call me. Or just literally any reason ever, if you ever want to call me or text me at all, do it.”

-          So you call him

-          Not for your car though, because there’s this great movie coming out that he would love

-          You call him many times, in fact, for various different reasons, and he calls you too, and its sort of a thing

-          Almost like you’re… dating… or something….

-          So he starts putting his arm around your shoulder literally all the time, and you both make your phone wallpapers the same picture of him with his arm over your shoulder and him kissing your temple and honestly it’s the cutest thing ever


-          Sort of the dadfriend of the bad boy friend group, doesn’t give a flip about the fact that he has a bad boy image, is %100 aware of it but doesn’t try to break it or build it up, he legit just doesn’t care

-          He’s a good bad boy. He’s got the I don’t give a flip, slightly reckless personality, but he’s also caring and nice

-          Seems a little intimidating sometimes because he keeps the boys in line and if he’s “in charge” with the bad boys then he must be REALLY TOUGH AND MEAN AND BAD right? Right? Right? ???

-          And then the five of them are out hanging at the arcade while you’re there and their jam comes on and he dances like a dork and they all start laughing and you’re like wait… what?

-          Like he legit actually doesn’t care what people think in any way and it’s great

-          And then he sees you looking and he nods and smiles at you

-          And then on his way out he taps your shoulder and when you turn around he smiles and says “you dropped this” and hands you a small folded piece of paper, and he walks away

-          And you open it and it has a phone number in it and it says “text me”

-          So you go back and forth for a while, but the curiosity gets the better of you because what boy dances like that in front of a girl and then gives her their number that confidently? and you text him, so he takes you to an amusement park and the two of you have a blast, and you go on all these big rides and the adrenaline just makes you guys more comfortable with each other really fast

-          So needless to say it went great, and two days later, he asks you to go back to that arcade with him, and you do, and it’s a blast and he’s super fun and wonderful and you go to karaoke after and he has a FANTASTIC voice, and then you’re walking home, and it’s dark and you guys start talking about your lives and you start telling him about your dreams and ambitions and he thinks its really cool, so suddenly he just stops you, looks at you for a second, and then kisses you

-          And you’re all !!!!

-          But then he pulls away and you’re both all :3

-          That’s literally the first time you’ve seen him blush

-          So from then on it’s a super chill comfortable relationship, and you guys go on dates and act like dorks without a care in the world and it’s literally the best

-          (I may or may not have a new bias)


-          Not a bad boy. He gets a bad rep because he hangs out with all the bad boys because they’re his friends

-          Actual sweetheart

-          Looks flippin’ bossin in the jacket and the hair and the jeans though, I mean like he’s the least baddie of all of them, but somehow he actually looks better in the getup than any of the others

-          He doesn’t really notice that people kind of classify him as a bad boy because anyone who he actually interacts with for long enough for him to pick up on something like that just completely abandons the whole badboy theory because how can you be with this kid for even just five minutes and not be like Dawwww :3

-          Is a customer at your work, and you meet him and immediately are like okay he’s a sweetheart, and he’s kind of shy and stutters a little and giggles for the whole time he’s talking to you over the counter or whatever at your work, and then he goes back to his friends and you watch as it takes them literally ten minutes to convince him to go and get your number because he’s too shy

-          They all cheer when you give it to him and he blushes like a lobster

-          So he works up the nerve to text you, and you can bet the boys helped him A LOT

-          So he asks you out to the boardwalk and you guys get cotton candy and walk, and you hold his hand and he gets really smiley and blushy

-          And  then he walks you home and he kisses your cheek and blushes super hard and smiles and then you both have a constant internal squeal going on for the rest of the night

-          So obviously you guys become official, but he’s still really blushy for quite a while after, like he’ll initiate skinship in private, he’ll hug you and stuff, but in public if you do anything more than hold hands he melts into this messy puddle of Wonpil goo



-          Also not a bad boy. Youngest of the bad boy gang, sometimes forgets and starts teasing the others like he’s the oldest

-          Then goes back to being a shy puppy

-          DEEP VOICE is intimidating, doesn’t help with the bad boy image

-          He wears the getup just like the rest of them, but then his face is adorable and his hair is all curly and soft so actually everyone is a little unsure if he’s a bad boy or an actual angel child

-          (He’s an actual angel child)

-          You drop something while you’re walking about twenty feet in front of him and he picks it up and stops you to hand it to you, he can barely make eye contact because females? What? How does one interact with those? He doesn’t know..?

-          And it’s super adorable

-          And then you find a reason to start chatting with him occasionally and he starts to open up and he gets smiley and playful and happy and its cute and all his bad boy bro pals are all “aww”

-          And so you two get closer until he’s actually comf with you, and then one day, he just seems super shy and wont look you in the eye, and so you’re like okay, what’s up with you

-          So he just stutters out ‘I like you’ and you laugh because ‘DUH’ and you kiss his cheek

-          “I like you too, silly”

-          And from that point on, he’s an absolute puppy, he holds your hand all the time, will not stop kissing your cheek, loves it when you kiss his cheek, fleufs all around

-          And he gets especially cuddly when he’s happy and excited and its just adorable and awesome

HVFF Nashville Wrap Up

It’s midnight. This is the first second I’ve had to sit down and write about Nashville. I was knee deep in SDCC planning with my Just About Write ladies today. It’s gonna be lit folks! We can’t wait to cover it for you.

So… I decided to go to HVFF Nashville for one reason and one reason only. M*lissa B*noist was attending and my daughter could meet Supergirl. The obsession runs deep my friends. When M*lissa canceled Lauren was absolutely devastated and I was in a bit of a panic. Primarily because I didn’t know what else she would enjoy at HVFF. She’s not allowed to watch Arrow. She’s only seen a few clips, but Lauren loves Felicity Smoak. Hand to God this is how she described the show to a friend.

Friend: What’s Arrow

(The friend overhead my husband and I discussing my blog)

Lauren: It’s about Felicity Smoak. She is super smart and loves computers like I do. She fights crime.

Friend: Okaaaay. But… who is Arrow?

Lauren: (completely blasé) Oh. He’s just Felicity’s boyfriend.

I mean…. she’s not entirely wrong. She also possibly summed up 95% of the fandom’s view of the show, so I give her points for that. But… Emily Bett Rickards wasn’t going to be there. So, I was unsure of her level of excitement over Stephen.

Turns out she was pretty excited to meet him. 

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This is an unofficial sequel to @evie-hyde fantastic Top Down Approach found here: https://evie-hyde.tumblr.com/post/150369137310/top-down-approach-extended-edition-lindsay

Hope she and you like it.

At first Cathy was livid that her uniform had been stripped from her by Mr Richter. The uniform had made her fell like such a bad bitch and she loved the way she could control the rest of the staff with just her impressive breasts. Once the uniform had been taken from her she reverted back to the flat chested nobody she was when she started decades earlier at the hospital. Mr Richter had commanded her to remove the uniform and even though she didn’t want to, he had some strange pull over her. The withdrawal was intense immediately after the uniform released her. She craved it like a junkie craving the needle. She pleaded with Mr Richter and offered to do anything he desired but he didn’t budge.

“No no Cathy you had your chance, I gave you all the power in the world but you squandered it and let the uniform grow weak. I think Lindsay will be a better fit than you ever were. You are fired effective immediately. Now leave before I have security escort you out”.

Cathy had left defeated that day but looking back now, 6 months later, she knows it was the best thing to happen to her. The power had corrupted her. Made her a craven evil whore who only thought about themselves. She now worked at a clinic for addicts. She could see a lot of what she went through in the patients that came through on a daily basis. She was happy helping people again. That was until one day…

She was reading the newspaper as she usually did on her lunch break and came across an article about the hospital she had worked for. The article talked about how the hospital was expanding and was taking over smaller clinics nearby. Unfortunately for Cathy this included her new clinic. Cathy started to fill with rage and fear. If the hospital took over her clinic that would mean that the new Head Bitch Lindsay would be her boss and Cathy knew all too well her methods. She had to do something. She couldn’t be a slave to Lindsay and her tits. Everyone would be under her control. Everyone, that was, except Mr Richter. How did he hold sway over whoever wore the uniform? Cathy soon got an idea.

Later that night she snuck into her old hospital by wearing old scrubs and a surgical mask to avoid being recognized. A pang of jealously hit her as she creeped around that the hospital and noticed it looked in better shape than when she was in charge. She finally reached Mr Richter’s office and knocked on the door. No answer. She slowly opened the door and snuck inside. Once inside she entered the small closet near the door and prepared. She has brought a special syringe that they used at the clinic sometimes. Whoever was injected would become groggy, but alert, and also would be unable to tell a lie. She hoped she wouldn’t have to wait to long and sure enough within a few minutes the door handle of the office began moving.

Mr Richter entered his office and immediately opened the closet to put away his jacket, that’s when Cathy sprung to action. She jumped out at him like a lion pouncing on its prey and jabbed the syringe into his neck. Mr Richter’s face dissolved from anger to apathy and his limbs began to relax. Cathy moved him to the chair in front of his desk and sat him down.

“Hello Mr Richter remember me” Cathy said as she removed the surgical mask and a look of recognition crossed his face. “Now you are going to tell me all your little secrets about that special slutty uniform you made wear for 20 years”.


Head Nurse Lindsay was being ‘serviced’ by an intern when she heard an familiar yet unplaceable voice over the intercom asking her to report to the Managers office. She pulled the young interns head out of her tight pussy and pushed him aside. “Out of the way worm” she said coldly as she strode away confidently. These past six months had been the best of Lindsay’s life. She never knew she had such an aptitude for being an evil bitch but she had loved every second of it.

She knocked on Mr Richter’s door. Again she heard that familiar voice beckoning her in. She pushed the door open and was greeted with Mr Richter tied and gagged on the chair in front of the desk. She rushed over to begin opening his restraints when she heard a voice from the chair behind the desk tell her to stop. She wanted to help Mr Richter but he was feeling compelled to stop. The chair swivelled around and she was face to face with a plain looking woman wearing hospital scrubs. There was something familiar about this woman Lindsay thought, then it hit her. She smirked and crossed her arms.

“Cathy, long time no see. If you are hear to beg for your job back you can see the position has already been” she took a long moment to stroke her hands over her giant tits “filled”.

“Oh I’m not here to get the uniform, I am here to destroy it once and for all. You see Mr Richter and I had a nice long chat about where the uniform came from and how he controls it and the wearer.” Cathy held up her hand and a bright ring beamed from her ring finger. “You see with this ring I control the uniform and as a result I control you and we are going to end it’s evil reign once and for all.”

The confidence had drained from Lindsay’s face as the thoughts of loosing the uniform were just not something she could accept. “NO! You can’t do this! For the first time in my life I have been the Alpha Bitch, I have made men and women bend to my will and it has felt so delicious. At the snap of my fingers I can have anyone in this hospital drop what they were doing and lick my amazing pussy. Do you how if feels to have that power?”

Cathy did and she had to admit to herself that Lindsay was sparking so some dark memories in her and her own pussy was starting to need the help of an intern. Cathy fought against that urge though and commanded Lindsay to remove the uniform. Lindsay did as asked and placed it on the desk in front of Cathy. Lindsay, like Cathy six months ago, pleaded with Cathy but she wouldn’t listen. She told Lindsay to be silent and she obeyed, the control must last for a little bit of time after the uniform is removed, Cathy thought.

Her plan was to bring the uniform to the incinerator in the basement but when she picked it up she felt a rush she hadn’t felt in months. Her pussy instantly flooded and her body tingled all over. “Oooooooo fuck its been too long since I felt this power. NO! I have to fight it. I must fight it!” Cathy’s mind raced with images of her past life, where she was the Queen of the Hospital and it made her so horny. Dark thoughts entered her mind as Cathy thought to herself that with the ring and the uniform she could not only control the Hospital but maybe the world. As if sensing approval the uniform started to attach itself to Cathy once again. “No! Stop it! I don’t want this… mmmmmmm… oh fuck but I do” Cathy said with a smirk and the uniform started to take over more and more of her body.

Her body started to shift and change as the uniform took hold. Her hips flared out and her tits started to ballon up several sizes. Her hair tied up in a sexy ponytail, her nails extended to sharp claws and heavy makeup appeared on her face. “Oh fuuuuuuck” Cathy threw her head back in ecstasy “why would I ever want to give this power up? This was made for me, I was destined to be an evil bitch”. Previous thoughts of helping people were now replaced with images of people bowing before her, lining up to fuck her and lick her pussy. “I will rule this world, but not as a nurse but as a Queen.” With the power of the ring Cathy could change the appearance of the uniform, and make it in to something else. She closed her eyes and pictured a tight black corset to really make her tits pop and a short blue pencil skirt to make access to her pussy easier. She topped it off with 8 inch black heels and when she opened her eyes it was exactly what she was wearing.

With the transformation complete she admired her self in the large mirror to the side of the room. “Oh I look like such a fucking evil bitch, I love it”. She pushed her tits together a little which really made her wet. She was so horny she could explode but thankfully there was someone in the room who could help her. “Lindsay I have been waiting a long time for this” Cathy said as she shoved the young nurses face into her tits. Her tits were so powerful now that Lindsay didn’t struggle at all. Cathy sat up on the desk and spread her legs wide. Lindsay didn’t need any instructions as she went to work straight away. 

“Ooooo fuck yes that’s it. You will be rewarded Lindsay, I will make you my second in command. You will lead my armies of sluts to take over this pathetic world. However every good general needs a uniform and thanks to Mr Richter I know exactly where to find some.”

anonymous asked:

coco oil disaster reporting: I'm okay! thank you all for the care! my hair is still kinda funny from all washing but it looks okay now. I'd ask for RFA+3 react @ MC messing up her hair (dyeing/haircut), maybe put this in your queue? thank you loves!

I’m actually really glad to hear that your hair is doing better and tbh I was talking to myself (don’t judge) about my hair and started to wonder about yours the other day (wow that’s probably creepy im sorry) so I’m glad I finally got to your request ^^;; ~Admin 404


-He’s probably the one who helps you mess up your hair?

-MC! He dyes his hair! He can totally help you dye yours!



-Cries with you when you see the results


-He finds a beauty club on campus and joins, hoping it’ll help him figure out how to fix your hair

-You won’t let him near your hair anymore, at all. He has to pat your back when he’s consoling you for weeks afterwards because you’re very serious about not letting him touch

-Begs to go with you to the beauty parlor to watch them fix it though!

-Literally praises your hair 27 times a day once it’s actually the colour you wanted, because you look so good!!! He tries to tell you that you were beautiful before but the glare you give him makes him hold his tongue

-You considered messing with his hair the next time he did it

-But realized that would be tERRIBLE and you weren’t sure you could deal with the poor baby’s crying poor bby ;A;


-You were just… simply getting ready for a night out with your boyfriend

-You couldn’t just go out in some comfortable clothes, nnooo

-You decided you had to dress up- jewelry, makeup, hair, the works


-So when you attempted to curl a piece of your hair and attempt to simultaneously talk to Zen, you thought ‘Hey, it’s easy, I can do this’

-You were wrong

-Did you know you could set the curling iron too high? No, of course you didn’t, because you didn’t read the instructions

-’Oh no,’ you thought, ‘I know how to curl my hair. I don’t need this. What’s it gonna say? Step one: curl your fucking hair?’


-Because that curl? Completely burnt off

-You now have a missing chunk of hair and the house smells like burning hair and no amount of candles can cover it

-Trust me, Zen tried. After over-reacting and practically dropping to the floor, mourning the lost chunk of hair

-Who’s more upset, you or Zen?

-You’re crying, he’s crying, everyone is crying up in this house

-He tries his best to try and help you hide it

-Luckily for you, it’s in a spot that it can be easily blended in until you decide what to do to fix it

-So he helps to style your hair in a different way until then!

-Always coming home with adorable hair accessories to mix up your hairstyle!

-And when you’re upset, he’s always there for hours at a time telling you how amazing and beautiful he thinks you are, and refuses to stop his speech until he knows you’ve forgotten all about your hair disaster (at least for the moment)

- seriously has to buy like 20 more candles to help the burnt smell in the house


-You just wanted to do a nice, relaxing, hair mask while you took a hot bath

-Did you buy a premade one at the store? No no of course not

-Your Pintrest loving ass had to make a homemade one




-Hours upon hours you’ve spent washing your hair and you just. Couldn’t. Get. It. Out.

-So when Jaehee came home and heard the water running she was obviously concerned because??? You texted her like a million hours ago that you were going to take a bath

-Did something happen to you??? Were you hurt??? OR WORSE???

-*Judo kicks down the door*

-Sees you just sitting in the bathtub, running water over your head, quietly sobbing

-*Mother Jaehee instincts kicking in*

-You explain what happened and she just laughs at you??? Like stOP LAUGHING MY HAIR’S A MESS

-She spends the rest of the night helping you strip your hair of the terrible mask you attempted, doesn’t stop until she knows your hair is gonna be okay

- that and she doesnt want that gross oil feeling all up on the pillows mc, keep it away from her at all costs


-”Why in the world did you attempt to cut your bangs yourself?? I have a hairdresser. Why didn’t you just make an appointment”

-You sat in the middle of the bathroom floor in defeat, a large chunk missing from your bangs, where you’ve been sitting for hours, crying on and off

-He stares at your hair for a good while, without saying a word. He’s trying to assess the damage, not judging you, stop crying MC

- mc, he has money, JuJu can fix this for you

-Bang extensions? Bang extensions.

-At least until your actual bangs grow out and you can style them

-He always tells you how beautiful you look, no matter what

-If he could, he’d fix it himself, but he knows that he’d just make it worse so he let the professionals handle it

-But he is a little…mothering? Always hovering and running around both you and the hairdresser

-Loves showering you with compliments no matter what your hair looks like, but he hides all the scissors from you. No joke. You can’t do any crafts without someone having to get you scissors. They check up on you every now and then. juST LET ME CRAFT, JUMIN, PLEASE

-You once threatened to cut Elly’s fur if he didn’t stop hiding the scissors

-But all that did was make sure that you only got safety scissors and a designated scissor handler daMMIT JUMIN


-You wanted to go for just a little trim of your split ends!

-The love of your life just wanted to scare you a little bit without realizing you were a little busy!

-Cue the fact that you now have a chunk of hair missing. What was once flowing, long hair is now as short as Jaehee’s. Only in one spot. Just one.


-He told you he loved it, you can just be unique with one spot shorter than the rest!

-”It’s a fashion statement, MC! It’s fabulous!”

- im gonna shove this fucking “fabulous” pair of scissors up your aSS SAEYOUNG WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

-Runs away from you and your fury, scissors in hand.

-He comes back later, plopping one of his wigs on top of your head, kissing your cheek in apology

-Promises to get you an appointment with one of the best hairdressers! He’s gonna get this fixed!

- news flash, the hairdresser is him in disguise. He actually did a fantastic job at fixing your hair

-He’s so cute though! After he gives you an adorable (and flattering) new hairstyle, he can’t stop taking pictures of you??

-The group chat is spammed with candids of you and everyone else thinks it’s absolutely adorable! They all love your haircut too <3


-Okay but he’s the one who fucked up your hair

-How was he supposed to know just how much coconut oil was supposed to go in your hair? He’s never done it

-’The more oil, the more it’ll smell like coconut, right?’ is what he thought to himself

-Smh this asshole was just thinking of himself- he wanted to spoon you and just lose himself in a sweet coconut scent

-”Here, you said you wanted to try a hair mask thing, right? I researched and found that coconut oil helps… I got you some! Let’s go shower”

-Like hell yeah I’ll go shower with you Jihyun, who would turn that down??

-But now you regret it. You regret it and you wanna pour the rest of the bottle over his head

-Obviously he’s apologizing like crazy

-Sounds like he’s on the verge of tears and you can see the guilt splattered across his face


-He’s calling everyone he knows, looking all over the internet, anything he can do to help your hair

-Even calling some famous hairdressers he’s met overseas

-*Lays napkin on your head* “Sit with this on MC, maybe it’ll soak some of it up”

-Like clockwork, he’s changing the napkins on your head

-Well he got what he wanted- your hair smells like coconut. So does your whole bathroom. And house. And everywhere you go. He can pick you out of a crowd by following the coconut smell


-Also does his own hair

-Refused to help you dye your own because??? He’s not taking responsibility if something goes wrong

-He should have knocked on wood because…. You fucked up. Real bad.


-You MCFucked up(™)

-He walked into the room as you stared in disbelief that your hair was dry, coarse, and just all around dead

-What did he do? Stared blankly, finger-gunned, and walked out of the room. whAT THE FUCK SAERAN GET BACK HERE AND CONSOLE ME

-He sat in the bathroom while you dyed it *insert whatever colour you want here* hoping maybe the dye would bring it a little life?

-It Did Not.

-He bought you a few different hair masks and damage repair shampoos hoping it would help, and help stop your crying

-You made him promise to help you with your hair the next time you decide to do it. He agreed because jesus christ MC why would you do this to yourself okay but??? This whole part vof the hc is literally what i did when i first bleached my hair ;A;

-Seriously though, he helped no matter what you wanted to do from then on. You wanted to retouch the colour? He’s helping. You wanna change the colour? Also helping. You want it to go back to a normal colour? HelPING.

-Literally always on the internet looking at different articles on how to help repair hair damage, how to keep it healthy, different products you could use, he is not gonna let you do that again because??? He loves your hair and actually felt terrible when you cried about it

Bts Hyung Line badboy!au


-          A thoughtful, lonerish sort of bad boy

-          Seems a bit unapproachable to many because of the people he hangs with, his height, and his very insular aura

-          Rockin’ that purple hair that he wears so well

-          Raps with Suga and Jhope on street corners, and sometimes alone as well

-          But when he’s not rapping, he can be found hiding out on his own writing lyrics, usually sitting outside as long as the weather is nice

-          And even if it’s raining, he’ll find an awning with a table to sit under as he scribbles away at his notebook, cranking out verses

-          Has a few usual places he goes

-          There’s this one ramen place that he frequents, the owners know him and they’re pals, so he asks about how their kids are doing and stuff like that, and they occasionally give him a free side dish because he’s a nice guy

-          And there’s this one bench he likes at the park because it overlooks the river and there’s a bridge and a field a little ways away where he can just watch people

-          In fact, that’s a common theme with his favorite places to write, is that he can people watch from them, whether it be at a park or from an outside table at a restaurant or through the window of a library

-          So he was at the ramen shop one day, just people watching as he slurped up his ramen before getting to writing

-          And in you walked to see your friend, a niece of the people who owned the shop

-          And you noticed it was awfully busy and one of the employees had called in sick so they were having a hard time handling it, so you decided to lend a hand, and you smiled as the woman thanked you

-          And he couldn’t help but watch because you seemed really happy and thoughtful

-          So he casually stole somewhat prolonged glances in your direction as he ate, and once he finished eating, he continued to watch absently as he pulled out his notebook and started scratching away with his pen

-          Until he caught the attention of the woman who ran the shop, your friend’s aunt, and she was like ‘ohOOH I seeeee…’ and he looked down a little embarrassed and went back to writing, so the woman sent you out to take care of his table

-          So you, completely unaware that he’d been staring a little, went over, took his dishes and asked him if you could get him anything else just then

-          ‘Oh, yes some tea would be great, thank you.’ He was very polite and gracious, and you returned with the tea shortly after

-          ‘If you don’t mind me asking, I come here all the time so I know everyone in this shop, but I don’t recognize you. Are you a friend of the family?’

-          So you told him how you were friends with their niece, and why you were working there that afternoon, and you small talked a little as you brought and refilled his tea, and he’d steal more glances as you cleared tables around him, and maybe you stole a few of your own while his nose was buried in his notebook, pencil in hand, working furiously as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly in concentration

-          And once he’d finished with his writing for the day, he stood up, paid, and waved goodbye to the owner before turning to you

-          ‘If it’s not too much, I don’t think I caught your name.’

-          So you gave it to him

-          ‘I’m Namjoon. It was good to meet you, maybe I’ll see you around here again.’

-          And with that and a smile to boot, he left

-          And it was a little while before the two of you were in the shop again at the same time

-          Almost three weeks to be exact, one lunch time on a Sunday

-          But you can bet that the woman who ran the place was sure to put you to work attending his table when that day came, bless her little heart

-          So you greeted each other, both by name, and continued with the pleasant chatting as you served him his ramen, poured tea, and cleared away his dishes throughout his stay

-          And then it happened again about a week and a half after that, so soon relatively speaking probably at least in part because he’d started favoring this spot above his others for some reason… can’t imagine why…

-          This time you guys actually got to talking about what he was doing with that notebook of his, so you found out that he was a rapper and that was his lyric book

-          And then again a couple more times the following week, and you’d talk and laugh not just as you served him, but as you served tables near him and cleaned up, and glances were taken more and more frequently, often resulting in brief but steady meeting of eyes, followed by the both of you returning to your work with barely perceptible smiles gracing your lips

-          A short time later, he went in to write one evening, towards the end of the dinner rush

-          So you served his table as usual, and he stayed, eating ramen and drinking tea as he wrote until the other customers had left, though there was still an hour till closing time

-          So you cleaned around him and when you were finished, the owner poured you some tea and you brought it over to enjoy Namjoon’s company in a more concentrated dose than you could have while you were busy working

-          So he set his notebook aside and you two talked for a while

-          And a few minutes in, you took the leap and asked him if you could see some of what’s in his notebook

-          So he smiles lightly and hands it to you, and you take it very gingerly as if it’s the most delicate and valuable book in the world, and you slowly open up to a random page towards the beginning, and you read through lyric after lyric

-          After a little while of looking at them, you point out one of them to him, and tell him that it’s your favorite, because it reminds you of some important transitional period in your life, and you talk about it, and the whole time you’re doing that, he’s just looking at you

-          Stolen glances have now given way to forward, unabashed stares, and when you look up from the book, you hold his gaze

-          After a while, he rises up slowly from his seat and rests one palm on the center of the table to support himself as he leans over it

-          And he rests the other one hesitantly on your cheek, silently asking permission to keep going with his eyes, and you consent by leaning up a little and looking down at his lips

-          Slowly but surely, he leans forward and down until he is only a centimeter or two away from you, and he pauses, for a split second, before he closes the rest of the gap

-          He kisses you very gently and slowly, delicately stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb a few times before he moves his hand back behind your neck to slide his fingers into your hair

-          The lady who runs the shop peaked out to refill your tea, but as soon as she saw what was going on, she froze, smiled proudly, and snuck back on into the kitchen so as not to disturb the scene before her

-          From that point on, you two met at the shop near closing time often, a few times a week, sharing in hushed, late night conversations, passing, innocent touches and secret kisses

-          It was a couple of weeks later when the two of you exchanged numbers and he asked to introduce you to his friends

-          From then on, you graduated from the secluded meetings to a real relationship in broad daylight

-          So you started going out with them when they rapped on the streets, and you’d accompany him to his other writing spots, though the ramen stop was still his favorite

-          He liked sitting across from you so he could look at you

-          He also loved holding your hand, so you’d do that whenever you were walking somewhere, and he’d absently fiddle with your fingers with his off hand while he wrote lyrics with his main hand

-          When you came out with him and the boys late at night, he was always a little tamer with you around than he’d been with just the boys


-          Doesn’t give a what sort of bad boy

-          Looks on people who judge him prematurely with a judgement of his own, like how dare you, if you’re that quick to judge then your opinion doesn’t matter anyway

-          Regularly found sleeping at odd hours in music practice rooms

-          Also regularly found up and about as if its midday when in reality it’s three in the morning

-          When he’s up and not with friends, he spends his time writing raps, listening to music, and rapping in tunnels and on street corners

-          And he usually gathers quite a crowd, because not only is he a fantastic rapper, he writes really deep, meaningful stuff

-          When he is out with friends, usually Namjoon, sometimes he raps with them and sometimes he’s just out goofing off late at night

-          So you guys first meet because he’s getting chased out of some wealthy neighborhood for disturbing the peace by a cop who was tending the gate

-          And you’re walking out of the convenience store that you had the late shift on, and it’s completely dark inside, and you’ve just closed up

-          So he sees the chance to hide, so he rushes in, kind of not thinking through the fact that you were right there, and he kind of bumps into you half way, and you both kinda start to fall, but he manages to get you both back inside, and the door closes behind you

-          And you’re about to scream bloody murder because what the flip, but he whispers as soon as you’re both inside “oh my gosh, are you okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to run into you, I just needed to hide for a sec.”

-          And you’re like “why are you hiding?”

-          “I was out rapping in some rich neighborhood, and someone called the gate guard, and apparently he has nothing better to do than chase me out.”

-          So the two of you just sit tight in the dark store a little back from the door as the guards are standing in the street, clearly confused about where he went, checking down alleyways, and jiggling doors, for about a minute, until they finally leave

-          When he says at a normal volume now “*whew, sorry about that. Thanks for not getting me caught.”

-          “Heh, no problem. Everyone in that neighborhood is a snob, they come in here all the time and they complain the whole time they’re here about our ‘poor selection.’ We’re a friggin convenience store, not an organic farmers’ market.”

-          “… Hey listen, while I’m here, can I grab a soda?”

-          “Sure can, they’re right along that wall.”

-          So this guy who hid from the cops in your store for petty disturbing of the peace just buys a soda after closing time, thanks you for not turning him over, and then just leaves. Just like that

-          So that was kind of an interesting night for both of you

-          Partly because of the whole hiding from the cops dealio

-          And then also partly because huh, he was strangly flip about the whole thing, which was intriguing, but also didn’t seem like a total jerk…?

-          And because wow, you were oddly chill with the fact that he was like ‘oh hey, can I hide from the cops in your store?’ and you were just like ‘oh yeah, those jerks, here have a soda while you’re at it’…?

-          So a couple days later in mid afternoon when he woke up after sleeping since four in the morning, he was back

-          Totally just for the soda though

-          “Hey, disturbing of the peace boy. You look like you just woke up.”

-          “I did.”

-          “… But it’s two in the afternoon.”

-          “Yeah. I went to bed at four.”

-          “Oh. Okay. So who’s neighborhood were you terrorizing?”

-          “Just the docks off fifth street.”

-          “Nice. So the ducks. You were terrorizing the ducks.”

-          “Yeah.”

-          And that was how it was with you two. He’d come by for a soda every few days, and you’d banter back and forth until he was done buying his soda, or chips, or whatever he was there for, and then he’d leave

-          That went on for a couple of weeks, before one day he was in, and he decided to just go for it

-          “Hey listen, I’m doing a collab with a rapper friend of mine a couple of streets down, you wanna come see? We’re doing it at five.”

-          So you were like this is awesome. This is great

-          So obvi you said yes

-          So you went to see, and you got there at like 5:05 and filed through the crowd so you could see them

-          When he saw you in the crowd he shot you an eyebrow raise and a smile as he went on ahead and just casually spat some fire, as he does

-          So you watched for the whole thing, and clapped with a big smile with the crowd because wow, this was really impressive

-          And then when they were done, they all started packing up, and you helped them a little and then while the rest of the guys finished up, Yoongi and you chatted for a while

-          Like, quite a while

-          You just started and didn’t stop

-          And then there was a pause, and then he was like “Do you wanna go out and get a soda somewhere other than your convenience store?”

-          And you were like “h#ck yessss”

-          So you two walked a couple blocks down to this OTHER convenience store, because it’s not your convenience store so it’s not like work for you, so that qualifies as a date obviously

-          And you bought sodas, and then kept walking a bit

-          And then wound up at an arcade

-          And then wound up sneaking copious amounts of snacks into a really crappy movie

-          And then threw left over bready snacks to ducks

-          And got more sodas

-          And then improvised raps on the spot about everything you were seeing as you walked around

-          And before you knew it, it was like two in the morning

-          And so you had to be getting going, so he walked you back to where your car is, and before he left, you leaned up and kissed his cheek, making him laugh to try and cover up the nerves as he couldn’t contain his gummy smile

-          “See you around the shop?”

-          “Yep, see ya.”

-          So you guys kind of slowly unnofically became a thing? It wasn’t like “lets be bf/gf,” it just sort of… happened? Like friends but with the chemistry and the skinship and all

-          He chilled in your shop a lot (as long as the owner wasn’t around so he couldn’t get in trouble for loitering), and you two would go out and just roam the streets at odd hours of night

-          And once you got comf, he’d throw his arm over your shoulder a lot as you walked, and you’d kiss his cheek, bringing out that gummy smile


-          Prettyboy bad boy

-          Like not really a bad boy, just kinda hangs out with some badboyish people

-          And when he’s not being an absolute goof, he can look kind of ethereal sometimes so it adds to the MYSTERY (“OOOOOOH” hand waviness and random smoke and sparkles coming out of nowhere)

-          Honestly, he’s the momfriend of the badboys. Like why does the badboy friend group even have a momfriend?? Like they spend their time staying out until the early morning, disturbing the peace, loitering, and generally being rowdy…?? Idk, but it’s him, he’s the momfriend

-          Wears ankle boots with legit tread and a zipper

-          Also a jean jacket, but somehow manages to look kind of soft but not in like a ‘he needs to be taken care of,’ sort of way, just gentle…??

-          So he and the other all dark and mcbroody doods are all out wreacking a reasonable amount of havoc (well, they’re wreaking havoc and he’s trying to kind of keep things at least somewhat safe and in order)

-          So the first time you see each other, the other boys are throwing empty soda cans, trying to hit something from off of a street light, and Jin is all like ‘guys, really, stop throwing soda cans’

-          And you happen to be walking by and the boys weren’t paying attention, and Jin was on your side of the road picking up after the guys, and he saw them throw a can and it was about to hit you and it just… he just… he caught it. No one knows how and it was such a bossin thing to do, it was like in those cheesy movies where the guy saves the girl from getting hit in the face with a ball except minus the diving jump and the slow motion, but STILL (and it’ll literally never happen again, because this guy is kind of uncoordinated and I’m honestly amazed that it happened even this once)

-          So he says across the street to them ‘Guys, you almost hit this poor girl, behave

-          And then he turns to you to apologize for them, but he kind of pauses for a minute and then smiles a little because oh… she’s… cute…

-          ‘Sorry about them, I’ve been trying to get them to stop… I don’t know if I… can’ he says chuckling kind a nervously and holding up the soda can he caught as he laid out the terrible pun

-          You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his quirkiness, and he was cute, and just had this wholesome feel in spite of the fact that he hung with the bad boys, and you couldn’t help but smile because he seemed so caring

-          So you said ‘It’s fine, it was a soft drink anyway, I’m sure it wouldn’t have hurt too bad.’

-          And he laughed good naturedly and it was a little awkward but kind of sweet because you were exchanging puns with a complete stranger and that was nifty

-          And he, being the friendly guy that he is, decided ‘hey, she seems cute, and sweet, and we have extra sodas, and these boys are being insufferable rn, why not offer her one and wind down?’

-          So that’s what he does, and you say yes, because after all, it was mid-day, and it wasn’t super busy but there were other people around so it was safe enough

-          So you stuck around and talked, he told you about the boys and how they met, and the music that they did together when they weren’t getting into trouble, and he asked you about your hobbies, and job, and school, and you just talked

-          For like an hour

-          Before the other boys were ready to go, and they shouted at Jin “Hey, say goodbye to your new girlfriend, lets go get food!’

-          And Jin chuckled kind of awkwardly, and so did you, and after a moment of silence of you two kind of just standing there, he says ‘Hey listen, if you want to do meet again we come out here most Saturday afternoons, so we’ll be here next week, if you, I don’t know… want to… do this again’

-          So you kind of mull over it for a week

-          And by the time the next Saturday rolls around, you still haven’t really decided

-          But oh darn, would you look at that, you’re out of doritos

-          And naturally, you can’t go a day without doritos

-          And, I mean, you could just go to the grocery store down the street…

-          Or you could walk for ten extra minutes both ways and go to the convenience store with the worse selection

-          And I mean, so what if it just happens to be the same one that you met that guy Jin outside of, and where he said he probably would be today, and I mean you weren’t sure but you felt like they were having a sale on doritos or something last week, so maybe you could get a second bag for like 50% off, and that was totally worth an extra twenty minutes of walking in this kind of chilly weather, right?

-          And SO WHAT if you happened to run into him again, right? It’s not like that was your plan, it would just be a funny coincidence and maybe you’d stay and chat… just, for like, a minute or forty

-          So you walk there and OH WOW what a surprise

-          ‘Oh hey! It’s good to see you again? Shopping?’ He smiles as he asks you

-          ‘oh, yeah, just needed some doritos.’

-          ‘Let me get you a lot better than doritos. There’s a coffee place down the block, we can go for a cup if you want.’

-          And that’s how it starts

-          You trade numbers after coffee, and you text a lot, and Saturday afternoons becomes official date time for you guys. You start to go out more and more often in between as well, but Saturday afternoon, you always go to that coffee shop

-          And he always insists on paying for you every time, and he’s such a gentleman, which feels out of place with the leather jacket and the people he hangs with, but it’s also nice

-          And as you get to know the guys as well, you help him keep them out of trouble

-          And they’re not bad kids, they just need some chaperoning on occasion

-          So as you roam around the city, he stands on the outside of the sidewalk, with his hand on your back, or with his fingers intertwined with yours, leaving the occasional kiss on your temple whenever the mood moves him

-          On those two nights a week after your work or school when he comes over for you guys to eat dinner and watch dramas (your relationship is filled with habits), he loves to cook for you, and he’ll teach you the recipes he knows, and then while you’re relaxing on the couch, he’ll sing to you in his sweet voice

-          Mmmhmm such a bad boy

-          But someone’s gotta take care of the other boys, and now that you two are dating, that’s just double the mama power to handle the job

Why now? - Another Saeyoung Angst Fic

Title: Why Not?
Rating: Mature, includes death and shooting
Genre: Angst, all the angst
Game: Mystic Messenger
Characters: MC, RFA and Saeran
Description: MC loves Saeyoung and wants to tell him, but it’s too late, he’s found someone else, what’s MC to do?

Hey my lovely lovely followers, been wanting to do an angsty fic for a while and I wanted to do an MM one, I was inspired by this prompt, so enjoy :D

How long had I known Saeyoung for? Too long. How much had I been through with him? Too much. Ever since I had joined the RFA nearly two years ago, I knew I had felt something for the infamous hacker of the group. We had such amazing banter on the group chat, he constantly made me laugh and brought light in my life more than I thought a guy could ever do. Every time I logged in and he was in the chat room already, we always greeted each other with such love and admiration for one another, it felt good. More than good, amazing, fantastic, brilliant, any kind of positive adjective you could think of.

After the first few days of being part of the RFA, getting to know everyone, it didn’t take me long to realise I had feelings for him. The trip to go save his brother, Saeran, kind of just confirmed my feelings. My problem was, I wasn’t sure if he felt the same way.  He kept talking to me throughout his troubles, we even shared a few moments between us whilst Saeran was still healing. He would hug me just a little tighter, our fingers would brush against each-others and he would purposefully do it again, we even almost kissed one time but Saeran had woken up badly from a dream breaking the moment. I didn’t blame him, not in the least, but I genuinely wondered what would have happened if he had continued to sleep.

Zen was the first one to notice how I felt, and naturally Jumin was the last. It was during a meal that Zen and Yoosung asked how I felt whilst Saeyoung was on the phone checking on Saeran at home. Of course, I couldn’t deny it, and thankfully they were more than happy to hear about it.

“Oh my God, I’m so happy for you!” Yoosung grinned like a child.

“You two would make such a good couple, honestly, you’ve been through so much together” Zen grinned too “you going to tell him?”

“I’m not sure, I mean, Saeran comes first right now and he’s doing so well, I don’t want to mess that up, you know?” I said.

“No, of course, but do you want to tell him?” Zen asked.

“I do, not sure how but I do” I smiled, the blush on my cheeks flaring up.

“We’ll help you figure something out, I bet if you do something romantic and slightly geeky, he’ll have to tell you how he feels and you’ll be together forever, and and….”

“Zen, calm down” I chuckled, shushing him when Saeyoung came back and sat next to me.

“Saeran’s ok, had another nightmare but they’re getting easier so, all’s good in the hood!” he grinned, digging back into his food.

“I’m glad he’s ok, like I said, if you need anything again in the future, I’m there” I offered.

“Thanks! I do appreciate that!” he said, giving me a quick hug and we all continued our meal.

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Female Fronted Bands and Things He Wasn't Supposed To Hear | Steve Rodgers x Reader

Fandom: Captain America

Pairing: Steve Rodgers x reader

Requested: Yes!

        “ 89 with Steve rogers please? “ 

          89: here’s a little song I like to call “I cherish our friendship so I won’t tell you I would totally have sex with you if you asked

Summary:  You, Avenger and lead singer of a band, and Steve Rodgers are great friends, but will a drunken slip of the tongue ruin that? 

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, alcohol

Words: 3636

A/N: My first smut! Ill put a ‘read more’ right before it so I don’t subject anyone to anything they dont want to see. Bare with me, this story is a bit rough and choppy and I am not very happy with it at all. Comments, reblogs, and feedback are super appreciated and encouraged!

“Stevie, I didn’t know you were home!” You grin as you get up from your bed and walk over the doorway where he stood to hug him. He had just gotten back from a week long mission, and much to your satisfaction, you were the first person he went to to tell he was home.  You had been scrolling away on your computer while laying on your bed when you heard a knock on the door. After yelling a ‘come in’ you were met with a smiling Steve.

             “I just got back,” He laughed, squeezing you tightly and lifting you off your feet a bit in the hug. You loved Steve hugs, they were always long and meaningful and he always held you tight against his chest.

             “How’d the mission go?” You ask as you pull away, motioning for him to enter your room to sit down to talk. Steve was one of your best friends, and you were one of his, so you never told him about the small crush you had had on him since the first time you had laid eyes on him.

             “Good, we got the information we needed, but it was really tedious.” He shrugged as he sat down on the end of the bed where you joined him. “I’m sorry I had to miss your concert.”

             Before your cover was blown that you were actually a world class assassin and recruited to join the Avenger’s in exchange for no charges filed against you, your day job and alias was as a lead singer in a band. When you first joined the team of superhero’s, the musical group disbanded, but once you got more comfortable with your role you decided you could still do music on the side, performing in bars around New York. And what was better for publicity than being a superhero?

             “Don’t worry about it,” You said with a dismissive wave of your hand, you understood why he couldn’t be there so weren’t upset with him. Though it was a bit disappointing when you looked out the crowd while up on stage and didn’t see his smiling face looking up at you from the mass of people.  “We’ll have more,”

             “I know, but it still made me sad that I had to miss it.” He shrugged, giving you a warm smile that made your heart melt. There were dark bags under his eyes, and he was pale, no doubt from fitful sleep, if any, on the mission.

             “Stevie, you look exhausted, you should get some sleep.” You frown, concern evident your face, reaching out and squeezing his arm.

             “I know, I just wanted to come by and tell you I’m back before heading to bed.”

             You smile at this and he returns it with a bashful one before standing up.

“That’s sweet, thank you. Goodnight, I hope you can catch up on some of the sleep you missed.”

             Standing in front of the stove, clad in an oversized one of Steve’s shirts over a pair of shorts, you yawn as you fry half a dozen eggs. Two for you, four for Steve. It was a tradition between the two of you, whoever woke up first made the other breakfast, and since it was a fifty-fifty chance who woke up earlier considering you both woke up at the crack of dawn normally, you figured the favor would even out. This morning though you were unsure whether or not he would be awake in time for the food to still be hot when he arrived, considering how tired he had looked the previous night. Though your worries were eased when he walked in just as you were putting them on a plate and the toasted popped from the toaster.

             “Breakfast? For me? You’re so sweet.” He teased as you handed him a plate. Every morning that you cooked, he’d say those same six words, and every morning, it never ceased to make you smile. You loved mornings, mostly because you got to see Steve in his pajamas, which consisted of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, and a white t-shirt at least one size too small that hugged him in all the right places. He sets the plate down before going to the fridge to get himself something to drink. You were also fond of this angle so you made sure to put the orange juice on the bottom shelf before he arrived. “What are you up to today?”

             “Training then band practice,” You say before taking a bite of your breakfast, swatting away Sam’s hand when he tries to steal your toast after he walks in. “Hey, don’t take that, I made those for Steve,” You snap good naturedly at your friend who then attempted to take Steve’s food while his back was turned since you wouldn’t hand over your toast.

             Before Steve looks up, ready to defend his food from Sam, the breakfast thief shoots you a look that says ‘oh sweetheart, you’ve got it bad,’ and you flick your middle finger up at him, which Steve does see.

             “Y/N, language,” Steve warns as he sits down next to you.

             “I didn’t even say anything!” You defend, gesturing wildly with your hands.

             “You know what I mean.” You get an elbow to the side and you glare at him before you both break out laughing.

             Later when you were sitting on the couch with Steve, resting your feet on his lap while he sketched, lounging between training and band practice, Wanda and Natasha came in, standing in front of you and blocking your view of the TV. Granted, you were watching more of Steve than you were the screen, but it was still annoying.

             You sigh dramatically, looking up at the two women, “Yes?”

             “Girls night, tonight. After your music thing. No excuses.” Natasha’s tone of voice left no room for debate.

             “Going out or staying in?” You ask after you chuckle because of Nat’s demanding rather than asking.

             “Staying in.” Wanda answered.

             “Face masks, nail painting, and alcohol?” You ask, eyebrow raising

             “Face masks.” Nat nodded.

             “Nail painting.” Wanda said next.

             “And alcohol.” You all finish together.

             “I vote Natasha picks out the vodka this time because she’s Russian and the last time we let Y/N pick out the alcohol she bought Fleishman’s and I swear that was the nastiest shit I’ve ever tasted.” Wanda glared at you dramatically, hands on her hips.

             “Listen, it’s cheap and I went to state university. Fleishman’s is a nostalgic comfort drink for me.” You put your hands up in resignation, scrunching up your nose. “But I agree, Nat, you do have fantastic taste.” All the while, you hadn’t moved your feet from Steve’s lap, and you kept noticing him glance over at you, but you figured it was the silly conversation that was calling his attention so you ignored it. The other two woman stood around and chatted for a moment before leaving you and Steve to your own devices again.

             “Whatcha drawin’? You sit up quickly and peek over his shoulder, not giving him any time to pull the sketch book away. Your bottom lip was clamped down between your teeth but it was quickly let go when your jaw dropped. On the page in front of you was your own likeness, leaning back on the couch, looking up, and smiling. There were two rough outlines of your two female friends where you were looking up at, but all the detail was reserved for you. “Wow, Stevie, this is fantastic.” You breathed out, looking up at him.              

             He shifted uncomfortably, a heat rising to his face, “You think so?”

             “If it’s not vain to say, then yes.” Laughing, you flick your eyes back and forth between the drawing and him. You had been so in awe of the sketch you had completely disregarded personal space and you were just realizing how close your faces were. His eyes were set on yours when you stopped looking between the two and settled on him, that is, until he glances down at your lips.

             At first you second guessed yourself, he hadn’t really done it, telling yourself that your eyes were obviously off or something, that is, until he does it again. All you could think about was how much you wanted to press your lips roughly against his. You bite your bottom lip, moving forward slightly to close the distance, just enough that if your suspicions were wrong, it wouldn’t be obvious what you were thinking about.

             Before Steve had a chance to respond to your movement, your phone blared loudly from your back pocket. You could have screamed in frustration. More than one type of frustration, if you were being honest.

             “Y/L/N,” You answered in an official voice, expecting it to be about Avenger’s business since none of your friends really called.

             “Y/N!” Your bandmate, Jess, screamed into the phone so loud you had to pull it away quickly from your ear with a grimace. “Practice was supposed to start ten minutes ago, where are you?!”

             “Shit,” You mutter only to receive a poke to the side from Steve, who could obviously hear what you friend was yelling into the phone, “I’m on my way, sorry about that.”

             “I swear to god if you’re late because you’re busy lusting afte-“

             “Bye Jess.” Slamming your thumb down on the red icon, you end the call before she could finish.

             “Lusting after who?” Steve asks as you get up and quickly grab your keys.

             “Johnny Storm, obviously,” You point toward the TV, which was currently playing The Fantastic Four before you waved goodbye and sped to band practice.

             Your nails still wet, you tried to balance a shot glass between your fingers carefully to not smudge the polish. “Okay, Natasha, how do you say ‘I can kill a man with my left thumb,’”

             “Ya mogu ubit’ cheloveka bol'shim pal'tsem levoy ruk,” She said easily with a laugh, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. The two of you were sitting cross legged on the floor, you with your back to the door.

             “God that’s so hot, I swear if you weren’t in a relationship I’d jump your bones in a heartbeat.” You joke, kind of, before tilting your head back and downing another shot.

             “We all know whose bones you really want to jump.” Wanda said as she came back in the room after running to the kitchen to grab snacks and leaving the door open behind her. You were all to drunk and having too much fun to notice.

             “Shut up,” You warned as you dramatically pointed a scolding finger at her.

             “As if it isn’t honest you’ve got the hots for the resident super soldier,” Natasha scoffed, taking a bag of chips from Wanda’s hands. “You should tell him.”

             You lay back down on the floor, throwing one arm out to your side and the other over your eyes dramatically. “Tell him, how do you propose I do that?”

             “You could ask him out at a show, like set dedicate a song to him.” Wanda suggested with a shrug, though she quickly shut her mouth as he eyes were drawn to the movement at the door.

“Oh yeah, ‘this one goes out to my favorite star-spangled teammate, here’s a little song I like to call “I cherish our friendship so I won’t tell you I would totally have sex with you if you asked  and could probably spend the rest of my life with you,’” You flail the arm that wasn’t over your eyes theatrically before letting it plop back down to the floor as you sigh.

             “Y/N.” Natasha said quietly and gently put hand on your leg and you knew something was up.

             You sat up quickly, frowning at her, but it was only after you followed her and Wanda’s gaze to the door did you realize the situation.

             “Well, shit.” You manage out, eyes meeting Steve’s. “Stevie, listen,”          

             “Y/N, you’re drunk, and I don’t want you to say anything you don’t mean, we can talk in the morning.” He said quietly but firmly, grabbing onto the door handle and closing it before walking away.

             “How bad did I just fuck up.” You ask, scrunching your face up and closing your eyes as you turn back to face your girl friends.

             “On a scale from one to ten?” Natasha asked, glancing to Wanda.

             “About an eight.” They say in unison.

             “An eight as in I just ruined one of my most treasured friendships or an eight as in I just fucked up but it can be fixed.”

             “Too early to tell.” Wanda answered.

             “There is another option.” By the gleam in Nat’s eye, you knew it wasn’t going to be good. Or really good, depending.


             “He could be considering it.”

             “Shut up Natasha, as if.” You push her shoulder lightly and she laughs before you fall back down dramatically. “What the hell am I going to do.”

             “Just talk to him and hope for the best is all you can really do.” Wanda shrugged, hoping being nonchalant would help.

             “You’re right.” You nod, “All I can do is wait, sober up, hope I don’t have a killer headache tomorrow, and talk to him.”        

             After making sure you pushed liquid for several hours after the incident with Steve, you were pleasantly surprised when you woke up with only a mild throbbing behind your eyes that was quickly taken care of by some ibuprofen and a cold shower. You were in your robe, toweling your hair when you heard a knock at your door.

             “Come in!” You shouted, feeling comfortable enough with anyone in the tower to feel okay with them seeing you in your robe. Rifling through your drawers, your back was turned to the door, so when you heard the door creak open but no one said anything, you turned around with your brows furrowed.

             “Stevie, you can come in if you’d like.” You do your best to sound normal when you see him leaning against your door frame, arms crossed. You’ll never understand how someone could be so effortlessly gorgeous, you think to yourself. Not because of his muscles and fantastic figure, but you truly loved his eyes. Their color and the way they always perfectly projected his emotions, showing just how much he truly cared for everyone. His attractiveness for you wasn’t rooted in his physique, no, it was rooted in his heart and mind. Though his fantastic body was a perk. But you distinctly remember when you were sitting with him while he showed you photos of himself before the serum, you swore that, if you knew him then, you’d be just as much in love with him as you were not.

Forcing a smile at him, you turn your back and shuffle through your dresser again but slower this time so you’d stall having the conversation you knew you’d have to have.

             “How much do you remember from last night? You were pretty drunk.” He asks while stepping in and shutting the door behind him.

             “Enough,” You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut as you pinch the bridge of your nose and turn to face him. “Look, Steve, I’m sorry, I get it if you don’t wanna hang out with me anymore.”

             “Y/N, don’t be silly, even if the feelings weren’t mutual I’d still want to spend time with you,” He shook his head, laughing as if it was the most unreasonably idea in the world.

             “Okay good,” You let out a sigh in relief, only to quickly take it back in as you replay his words in your head again. “Wait, if the feelings weren’t mutual? Are you saying they are?”

             He nodded, his eyes amused and smiling, “Considering we almost kissed on the couch yesterday I hope they are.”

             “Why didn’t you tell me?”

             “You think I wanted to risk our friendship?”

             “I supposed not.” You leaned back against your dresser, playing with the hem of your robe and avoiding eye contact with the man in front of you, “So, where do we go from here?”  

             “I have an idea,” He crossed the floor, closing the distance between you two in a few strides, and before he placed his hand on the back of your neck and brought his lips down to meet yours you noticed the slight pink tint on his cheeks and you wondered how someone could be so confident yet bashful at the same time.

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Not Subtle

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This directly follows “Short Leash” and precedes “Staffing Issues

“I’m so sorry,” Marinette said, repeating herself for the eighth or ninth time as they descended her ladder.  He’d lost count.  "I really should have charged my camera over night.“

"It’s okay, really,” he insisted.  Today’s photo shoot, featuring the Date Suit for all genders, was a bust when her battery died a few photos in.  It was a sunny day, so they’d gone to a rooftop a few blocks away.  "These things happen.“  She didn’t know the half of it, and unfortunately, he couldn’t tell her.

She sighed, hanging her jacket back up.  "I just feel like I should be more respectful of your time, Chat.  You don’t get a lot of daylight free time for this, and we’ve seen what my camera does for night shoots.”

He chuckled.  Their first attempt at this process had yielded washed out Chat Noir with freaky glowing eyes and insufficient detail on the clothes.  "I have some ideas to deal with that.“  He shrugged.  "Honestly, it was nice to get away from my life for a while today.  And like I said earlier, I enjoy spending time with you.”

“Even when Maman is being nosy and embarrassing?’ she asked.

He grinned.  "Even then.  It’s nice she cares about you.”

Marinette fixed him with an intent stare and he wondered what he’d done wrong.  "Doesn’t your family care about you?“  She knew his father was overbearing, but that was it.

"My mom’s been gone for years, presumed dead,” he said quietly.  "My father is as cuddly as a velociraptor, and I’m pretty sure I’m just an asset to him.“

She looked furious.  "I want to punch your father.”

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My Moon

There are a lot of negative vibes and depressing things going on in some of my friends’ life recently, and in the fandom, too. So I decided to write something sweet for all of you, especially for @prinxietys@prinxietyhell, @analogicality-sanders and @iloveshippingkitty. I hope this fanfic will light up at least a little bit of your day! 

Strongly suggest listening to “Youth” by Troy Sivan while reading this. 

All of the lyrics from the song “Youth” belongs to Troy Sivan.

Pairing: Analogical

Warnings: None. All cute and fluff. 

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Falling In Reverse - Seven

It actually happened three weeks after they’d moved into the apartment. And it was…. Y/N wanted to describe it as perfect but she thought she was being too clichéd to use that term about sex.

But oh it was. In the space of three weeks Y/N’s bump seemed to have shot out and she’d been feeling particularly self conscious about it one night, pulling her robe tightly around herself as she sat on the couch next to Spencer. He’d been away for the past four days on a case and she’d felt almost lost without him there, something she never expected to feel so soon. Perhaps it was the hormones? She’d stood up to get a drink and her robe had slipped open, her tank top underneath having ridden upwards and completely exposing her tummy. She quickly grabbed at the robe and began securing it around herself again hurriedly. Spencer watched her movement and reached out, catching her wrist.

“Hey… Are you okay?” he asked her, his voice full of concern.

“Erm yeah. I’m fine.”


The way he looked at her told her he knew something was up, and of course he did. He was a profiler for heavens sakes.

“Fine. You’ll think it’s silly but I just… I feel like a bit of a whale right now and when I woke up this morning I noticed some stretch marks had formed on my tummy and boobs. It’s stupid I know but I just feel….. Unattractive.”

“Can I see?”

“Why would you want to look at that?”

“I want to try to understand why it’s bothering you so much that you tried to cover up so quickly.”


“Okay…. But it’s horrific.”

Y/N completely unbelted her robe and let it fall open, her hands hanging limply by her sides. Spencer moved to edge of his seat and placed his hands to the curve of her tummy, the warmth of his touch sending a tingle up her spine.

“You think this little bump makes you look like a whale?” he asked.

Y/N nodded slowly, looking down at his tousled hair.

“Well I don’t. I think this little bump makes you look like a goddess, a goddess carrying the best gift anyone could give me.” His hands ran over her skin until they found the purple marks that had appeared.

“You think these lines make you look unattractive?”

She nodded again.

“I definitely don’t. These lines were made by your body expanding to accommodate the life inside of it. That’s amazing and these lines, these marks, only serve as a reminder of how fantastic you are.”

He leant forward and extremely unexpectedly placed his lips to the ugly purple mark. Y/N shivered at the gentleness of his touch as he kissed along the line, the act feeling more intimate than anything they’d done so far. Which to be fair aside from their wedding night hadn’t gone beyond kissing.

He pulled away slightly, looking up at her. “Your body is beautiful. It was beautiful before, and it will be beautiful after.”

Y/N nodded a third time, her hand moving to the back of his head, caressing his neck lightly through his hair. Spencer moved his hands to her waist, his fingers running lightly up and down her sides. She swallowed in anticipation, almost hoping that this was going to lead somewhere, Spencer’s eyes still locked on hers.

Very slowly he leant forward and kissed her tummy again. This time though he peppered open mouthed kisses across her skin working his way up to where the edge of her tank top met her skin and nudging it higher. Slipping his fingers under the hem, Spencer came in to contact with the underside of Y/N’s breasts.

“You mentioned marks on your chest,” he all but whispered, the air in the room turning heavy. Y/N shrugged her robe off and lifted her arms into the air as Spencer gripped her tank top and pulled it up and off.

The cool air hit Y/N’s chest as she stood in front of him bare from the waist up. As self conscious as she still felt, his gaze of adoration went some way to putting her at ease.

“Where?” Spencer asked her, and she turned slightly showing him the pale purple line that had appeared on the side of her left breast. He traced it with his fingertip before repeating his earlier action and kissing it.

“Exquisite,” he murmured as she let out a low shaky breath.

Placing his hands on her waist Spencer pulled Y/N forward gently, indicating for her to sit on his lap. She did, her knees either side of his thighs, her bump between them and Reid’s hands splayed against her back. She went to move her arms, to cover her bare chest but Spencer shook his head at her, his eyes fixing on hers.

“Don’t hide yourself. I will never ever judge you or think anything less of you because of any changes your body goes through. You are and always will be beautiful to me, and these marks, these maps caused by the tiny life inside you only add to that beauty.”

Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders and lowered her head, his coming up to meet hers as their mouths captured the others in a kiss.

From there….. Well, it was a given what was going to happen. And it did. Spencer spent the night making Y/N feel like a goddess, and when they were both exhausted and spent, they curled up together falling into a blissful slumber.

“Well! In the grand scheme of things that wasn’t too terrible, was it?” Spencer placed their bags down inside the door and Y/N walked straight into the living room and flopped down onto the couch.

He came and sat down next to her, kicking his shoes of and leaning back into the cushions.

“I guess.. It wasn’t too bad.”

At twenty weeks pregnant they’d finally made the trip back to Vegas to inform their parents of their impending grandparent hood and the fact that Y/N and Spencer were married.

Spencer’s mother had been the most welcoming of the news, surprised that her son hadn’t told her he was even seeing anyone but she greeted Y/N warmly and spent the afternoon chatting animatedly with them both.

When they’d left, Spencer had been down beat, quiet in the car as they drove to Y/N’s parents house where they were expected for dinner.

“You okay?” she asked him, reaching out and squeezing his hand.

“Just…. It makes me sad sometimes when I leave her when she’s like that. Today was a good day for her, and knowing she’s going to be a grandmother has made her really happy. But she’s not always like that….”

Y/N knew about his mother’s condition, she also knew that Spencer had concerns about the fact that it was hereditary so he or their unborn baby could develop the condition later on in life. But there was little they could do about that and as Y/N had told him one night, “if people spent their lives worrying about what might happen, then they’d never let anything good happen.”

She squeezed his hand again, more tightly this time. “You’ve made her incredibly happy today. Just try to focus on that, don’t worry about the rest. You can’t control her condition and she can’t either. But just focus on the thought that you’ve given her a really good day.”

His mouth turned up into a small sad smile and he nodded.

Y/N’s parents had been less welcoming of the news.

“You’re married? And pregnant????” Joanna Y/L/N had exclaimed. Y/N’s father Colin had simply stood up and began pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace.

Y/N felt Spencer tense up slightly next to her, the charm that had dripped off him the day of the wedding not coming so easily now.

“Yes mother,” Y/N had quietly replied, gripping Spencer’s hand tightly. They’d chosen to not explain that their relationship was only a few days older than their marriage, thinking that would only aggravate the situation further.

“You got married in a skanky Vegas chapel, on the day your baby sister got married. Jesus Christ, Y/N, could you not let her have that one day to herself!”

“Hey!” Y/N turned to her mother with a frown on her face. “We didn’t plan on getting married alright. And technically we got married the day after Kate and Olli did.” The date on the certificate had actually been for the following day. Just in the ridiculously early hours of that day.

“Aaaaand,” she was on a roll now. “If I remember rightly, you were one of the people gushing at me when I caught Kate’s bouquet and telling me how I’d be next. This is what you wanted. Kind of….”

Joanna shook her head rigorously. “I did not want my oldest daughter getting married in a sleazy chapel, without any of her family or friends there. I cannot believe you did this to us. Can you imagine how the rest of the family will react? Especially when I tell them you’re pregnant too.”

“Well at least I was married when I got pregnant.” A poor shot but one that scored anyway. Joanna Y/L/N and Colin had had a shotgun wedding when they found out they’d been expecting Y/N. Colin shot his eldest daughter a look and sat down next to his wife.

“Jo, listen. They didn’t plan this to spite you. They were drunk and they made a mistake. Do you remember all the times we were drunk and made mistakes when we were younger…..”

“Wasn’t I one of those drunken mistakes?” Y/N interjected, earning another stern look from her father. Her mother just sniffed.

“They’re married, and expecting a baby. Our first grandchild. We’re going to be grandparents Jo. And once the baby is born, they’re going to come home and we’ll throw them a huge party where they can renew their wedding vows right in front of the whole family. Right Y/N?”

Colin looked pointedly at his daughter and she swiftly nodded.

“Right Spencer?”

Reid jumped slightly but nodded all the same. They could do that. If it was important enough to Y/N’s family and she was willing to go through with it, then he could too.

“Now, Y/N. You mentioned you’re twenty weeks. What’s that, five months? That means you’ve had a scan right? And there’s photos I presume?”

Y/N smiled and rummaged in her bag, pulling out the scan photos they’d bought multiple copies of and handing them over. Almost as soon as her mother saw the image on the page her expression softened and a small gasp left her lips. Colin smiled widely at his daughter and rubbed his wife’s arm.

Situation diffused….

“No it wasn’t too bad. I guess.” Y/N agreed, knowing it could have gone a whole lot worse. When her sister had heard the news, rather than being annoyed like Y/N had thought she might be, Kate had just found the whole thing hilarious, thanking Y/N for taking the pressure of her and Olli to provide their parents with a grand baby.

Reid fidgeted, feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket. A text message coming through. Slipping his cell out, he tapped the screen to view the message from Penelope.

“My fluffy little parents to be, I trust regaling the parental units with your news went well and that you are home again. If you are, please venture up the stairs and into your not so spare anymore bedroom.”

“Why does she want us to go upstairs?” Y/N was reading over his shoulder.

Spencer shrugged and hauled himself to his feet, pulling her up with him.

“Let’s go find out.”

As soon as they reached the top of the stairs he could smell it. Fresh paint.

He led Y/N down the hallway to the spare room that was going to be the nursery once they had chance to decorate and assemble all of the furniture. They’d been putting it off, neither wanting to be responsible for building the babies cot in case they bodged it up.

When he pushed open the door, he saw they wouldn’t have to.

Y/N let out a little squeak as she took in the view. The walls were no longer a drab magnolia and were instead a vibrant yellow, stencils of little ducks dotted around to match the pattern on the newly hung curtains. The cot, the changing station and the small chest of drawers had all been assembled. In the corner of the room by the window, was a beautiful wooden rocking chair with soft padded cushions adorning it. They hadn’t purchased the chair themselves.

Spencer spied a note on it, padding across the room to retrieve it and noting Derek’s scrawl.


I remember you showing us photos of your mother rocking you to sleep in one of these. Figured a rocking chair must help baby genius’s sleep and that you’d need your own. Penny chose the colour scheme, although we had to wrestle the pink paint away from her at first. Girl’s convinced you’re gonna have a little princess for her to play with.

Hope it’s okay, the whole team pitched in.


The fact that Derek had left the note told Spencer that this was his friends way of saying sorry for being an ass about his marriage, that he’d accepted it.

“I can’t believe they did this for you!” Y/N exclaimed, spinning around and taking in the room.

Spencer grinned, gulping back the small lump that had formed in his throat.

“Us, Y/N. They did it for us.”


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Just like in the movies (Vatya) - nellie

A/N: I’m sorry to everyone waiting for more of Older. I swear it’s coming, but I’ve also been writing this ridiculous 8k one shot Vatya that’s basically just an excuse to put a bunch of my favourite tropes into a story together and I kind of love it so I hope you enjoy it too.

Thank you to Aliena for being the best beta ever. Also, Katya’s ex boyfriend story is not from my imagination, I shamelessly stole it from a musician I like who talked about it onstage once.

A story that is basically Sleepless in Seattle with more lesbian sex. Violet is a fashion blogger and Katya is the weird stranger who keeps emailing her for fashion advice.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9cAmdWI10c&list=PL7T-HA-IgKUmhSk05v9F4-vwJrFRt9_yt THIS IS SOME GOOD SHIT



First of all this is some classic Sound Horizon right here. I’m talking about DARK ASS SUBJECT MATTER, I’m talking about KICK-ASS MUSIC AND TONAL DISSONANCE, I’m talking about VAGUE AS FUCK FRAME NARRATIVES, I’m talking about MEMORABLE AND POIGNANT VIGNETTES, I am talking about PEOPLE FUCKING DYING, and I am, of course, talking about some MOTHERFUCKING MICHELE MALEBRANCHE

But in all seriousness, people write off Lost as just being confusing and not having much of a story, but let me tell you I think Lost is one of my GOD DAMN FAVORITE STORIES IN THE SOUND HORIZON UNIVERSE. It’s up there with Chronicle 2nd and Marchen. 

The story is, essentially, a series of stories about people experiencing loss being analyzed by a number of objective observers, as well as 2 biased entities, Lostko and the The Eternal Boy (as depicted on the cover). Symbolism of the water of memories aside, the idea is that Lostko, when people are at their lowest point, begs for them keep on searching to find new things to replace what they lost, while The Eternal Boy tries to convince them to give up and fade away.

What’s awesome about the vignettes these characters watch is how they manage to not double dip at all: every song seems to cover widely different themes within the topic of Loss. Let’s go over them, shall we?

WHITE ILLUSION (Shiro no Genai) (Track 2)

“I see green cow”

We don’t talk about White Illusion.

THE DAY I SHOT MY LOVER TO DEATH (Koibito wo Uchiotoshita Hi) (Track 3)

“The cold flames springing from my silver bow freezes the entire night sky above. Bravely and with and azure poem of our farewell, I shoot you to death my love…”

AIGHT SO THIS SONG IS FANTASTIC. It’s this upbeat pop song with the greatest synthetic trumpet part you’ll hear in your goddamn LIFE. However, the subject of the song is REALLY FUCKING SAD. So you got this boy who protects this girl from a beast, but he gets hurt in the process and cursed so that one day, he will become a beast too. Before he does, he begs his lover, the girl he saved on that day, to shoot him down with a bow and arrow. He wants to die by her hands if he is doomed to die. 

The girl, torn apart by grief, asks “In a world without my lover, what color flowers will bloom?” And with that, she shoots her self down with her own bow and arrow.

Their very meeting doomed them to one day lose each other. But, doesn’t every meeting inevitably result in loss? When that day comes, what is one to do?

Oh, don’t worry, shit gets even crazier. But for now, a little break.

SARABANTE THE MAGICIAN (Mahoutsukai Sarabanto) (Track 4)

“And then, the man made his wish…”

This is like, the only happy story in the god damn album. You’ve got this magician who lost his lover to death. Doesn’t say much more about him

A suspicious man wants to get his hands on a magical lamp that can grant him wishes, but he knows anyone who tries to get the lamp is doomed to die. He meets a young traveler, and he makes a deal. He pretends to have a bad leg that prevents him from entering the cave with the lamp. He agrees to tell the man the whereabouts of the lamp if he saves one wish for the old man. 

The two head out to the cave. However, the cave collapses on the traveler. He, in the middle of the darkness, hears a voice, saying that he can’t come here yet, he still has things to do. Instead of looking to the past, he should focus on what’s in front of him.

He wakes up in the desert in front of a beautiful girl. She was trapped in the lamp for committing a great sin, and for releasing her she promises to grant him any 3 wishes. However, once the third wish is granted, she will disappear back into the lamp.

“The man makes his wish”.

The story closes with the traveler leaving town, with one extra camel in tow, the girl from the lamp riding the second one.

You know, now that I’m writing this, I realize it never really specified whether it was the old man or the young traveler who was the magician who had lost his lover.

THE GAME INSIDE THE CAGE (Ori no Naka no Yuugi) (Track 5)

“Remember, remember, until you forget. You’re not allowed to leave until you’ve lost it”

SO LEMME TELL YOU BOUT A GIRL NAMED MICHELE MALEBRANCHE. This girl. this GURL. Best character ever. She appears in so many of Sound Horizon’s musicals, and in this story we learn about one of her many exploits.

A woman sings about a man cornering Michele and then choking her to death. He hides her body, but something that sounds like a gunshot is heard, and the whole thing loops. She’s alive again. He loves her more than anything, and he can’t bear the idea of her living away from him, so he desperately tries kill her over and over again… for the rest of his life. It’s also in this that Michele drops a recurring phrase… “You’re not allowed to leave until you’ve lost it”… a phrase that is later repeated by The Eternal Boy. Repeatedly.

In the end, it wasn’t Michele in the cage. It was the man.

THE LOST POEM (Ushinawareshi Uta) (Track 7)

“Good or bad, feelings are flowers to be nurtured”

Okay, so this song is written in a fucking CONLANG. A FUCKING MADE UP LANGUAGE. Here’s the first verse.

Ay faw styul-li, ay fawnt layx.
Fo lof ti hayn, za tu fayn di el-mows.
Kuz el fi nos, styul-li er-ayz.
No wez wi, en fi lo stul-li.

It’s not even a series of random syllables. There is grammar and I think some latin roots to it. What the fuck.

The song is an excerpt from a lost poem, from a land and time that historians are unable to discern. It talks about how a single lie spread into a great conflict that destroyed her whole country overnight. It talks about hearts that trust one another, the opposite of the hearts that bred the conflict. It describes them as things we can’t afford to forget.

THE CRIMSON FLOWER (Hiiro no Hana) (Track 8)

“Here I am to trample on… myself”

A great war is being waged in a forest, and the nature is destroyed by the battle. In an act of revenge, a girl who serves the forest ties up and kills a number of soldiers.

In his final moments, he reflects on his actions and the irony of it all. How he lives his life, protecting the things he cares about by taking away things that other people care about. And here’s this girl, who is about to do the same to him. He describes himself as a flower, stained with blood.

CRADLE (Yurikago) (Track 9)

“If the boy and girl would even call that lost, then the blue sky of that day would expand without end, till it covered all”

A woman is walking through her town on the cape, chatting with her friends and carrying her child in her arms. She thinks everything is wonderful. But no one wants to break the news to her, either out of pity or of fear of her mental condition, the sad truth.

The baby she carried in her arms had died a long time ago, and now was nothing but a skeleton.


The musical ends with a monologue from The Eternal Boy. He is in all of us, and trying to hide the darkness inside of us only makes it grow deeper. People are doomed to wander between loss and oblivion. It is best if we just disappear. This is the message he gives to us listeners

But throughout the play, in every song, Lostko repeats these words: “Are you forgetting something?” There is a topic of forgetting and of memories, and here’s what I personally think it means: When we lose something, it consumes our life. We forget there is anything for us but the despair of loss. This is why we give up in the face of it. These songs are about people facing the worst of loss. However, we forget that there is something else. We can keep on flowing, and even if we meet loss again, there is always something after it. As the lost poem says, the fact that there are hearts out there filled with trust, that there is good in the world, is something we can’t afford to forget. 

Lostko, in every song, when she asks them if they forgot anything, she asks them if they’ve forgotten all the good in the world that goes with the bad. That’s why she asks them keep going. Even if they’ll face loss again and again and again, they always have to keep on flowing.

It’s such a beautiful fucking message I love it.

After Work Party

by Imandra Pipkin

Alec woke up before the alarm clock rang. Magnus was laying with his back to him, Alec’s arm on Magnus’s waist, their hands clasped together. Carefully Alec tried to free his hand without waking him up. Magnus gave an indignant noise to this and pulled Alec’s hand closer to his chest. Alec grinned and kissed Magnus’s sensitiv spot between shoulder and neck. Magnus turned on his back in half-sleeping so Alec could place little kisses to his eyes and mouth. Alec loved this morning ritual, without this Magnus did not let him go out of bed. Quietly Alec stood up, took his clothes and walked into the bathroom. The shower aroused him halfway up. He did not take time for breakfast. He would do this with Jace, Clary and Izzy in the institute. A cup of coffee was enough at this early morning. He placed a cup of coffee for Magnus on the bedside table, kissed his sleeping boyfriend on the forehead and left the apartment.

When he arrived at the institute, he met Jace, Clary and Izzy, who were waiting for him with breakfast. On the occasion, they had time to chat, sharing gossip just like friends do, before he had to go to his office for work.
Maia mentioned a problem at their weekly meetings at Magnus’s, which he wanted to pursue.
Alec knew, Magnus was expecting a client early in the morning and he wanted to make sure, Magnus got up in time. On the evening before, Magnus was working on a translation for a long time, when Alec came home. It had been a short night for both.
“Are you awake?”, he texted Magnus.
“Almost. Thank you for the coffee. I had to send another cup of coffee to check out why the first one didn’t do his job.”

Now Alec was reasured and able to concentrate on the first briefing. It was nearly noon until everything was organised and coordinated.
“ How was your client? Do you want to join me for lunch? ”
“I will tell you when we meet. What do you want?”
“Except you? ♡♡♡  Surprise me!”, Alec texted him.
Alec cleared his desk when Magnus came in. They did not want to show any personal feelings at the institute so they waited with the kiss for greeting until they were alone in Alec’s office and the door was closed. Since Alec often came home late, for Magnus lunchtime is the best time of the day. Now they can be together, taking or simply enjoy the presence of the other without many words.

As the shadowhunters, Alec had sent on a mission, arrived, Magnus left the institute. Alec would be busy with debriefing meetings all afternoon.
And so Magnus was surprised when he received a message from Alec just a few hours later.
“Meetings are over, paperwork done. Meet me at Hunter’s Moon? Kisses, Alec”
When Alec arrived Magnus was already there, standing at the bar, talking to a breathtaking beautiful woman, laughing over a common joke. Alec got jealous somehow. Just a little bit. But this little bit was enough to scrape his self-confidence. For a moment he stood by the door, unsure what to do. Go out or come in. Magnus didn’t let him time overthink the situation like he always did.
“Alexander! There you are. Come over here. What do you want to drink?”
The beautiful woman looked at Alec as if she saw a second bowl of cream. Alec could almost read her mind, how she imagined having a really nice evening with Magnus and him, how she saw new opportunities developing.
“He is MINE!”, Alec thought and wanted to clarify that once and for all. He reached out for Magnus, one hand at his neck, one hand at his back and pulled him into a long, intensive kiss. The woman watched fascinated and gave Alec an inviting look. Alec shook his head and the woman went away after giving Magnus a bright smile.
“Who was this?”
“I don’t know. She doesn’t introduce herself. She spoke to me just before you came in.”
Alec needed a drink. A real drink. Not a simple beer. He tried his best to forget the woman, but she was always nearby, watching Magnus, no matter what that did. When they played pool or took their seats at the bar, she was permanently in his sight. Sadly, he couldn’t blame her. Magnus just looked fantastic in this tight pants and his elegant movements did not make it any better. And so Alec needed a lot of drinks. Before Magnus realised what was going on, it was almost too late. Alec was drunk faster than he thought. His pronunciation became indistinct, he swayed slightly and began to yawn.
This was definitely not the end of the day Magnus had in mind. No way! Especially not since Alec started to whisper dirty talk in his ear and Magnus was really electrified by that. This was a sight on his lover he did not know by now and he liked to savor every minute. It could be very interesting to see how far Alec would go this evening, drunk as he was.
At some point Magnus stopped drinking to be able to take care of Alec. One had to keep an almost clear mind. It was the first time he saw his boyfriend in a condition like that and he couldn’t assess his reaction.
Time to go home. Not to portal home but rather have a stroll home. Magnus thought the fresh air would please Alec. At home he wanted to start something with Alec and he did not want him to topple down into bed like a felled tree. Also they could use every dark spot for kissing so that Alec would realise what was waiting for him at home and so it could also be clear to him what was expected of him at home. Magnus wanted to spend a spectacular and memorable night with Alec.
The fresh air tried their best to dispel the clouds in Alec’s brain, clouds like the alcohol as well as his jealousy. He could not think clearly, but clearly enough. The fatigue had disappeared and now the alcohol showed it’s effects. Magnus’s kisses did the rest.
Suddenly Alec became impatient. He wanted to go home. Right now! He needed to feel that Magnus belongs to him, that he only wanted him just as well he would ever only wanted Magnus.  
“Magnus, I can’t wait. Please bring us home.”
With a delightful grin Magnus fulfilled Alec the first wish of that night.

Save It For the Bedroom

Word count: 1.4K

[A/N] It’s been a long time since I’ve written a Phanfic, but I’ve missed it! I will hopefully be writing a lot more again from now on! 

Dan had genuinely turned around to walk out when he noticed Phil Lester standing at the bar in the living room. This party wasn’t that interesting to begin with, and having this utterly annoying kid with his dumb Northern accent there was only going to make it worse. The only reason he did not actually leave the scene was that Chris noticed him and grabbed him by the shoulder to pull him into a hug. Chris was a lovable but slightly strange guy, which showed in the kind of parties he threw. They weren’t widely attended and Dan had to admit he only went because he didn’t want to disappoint his friend. Especially after Chris’s “I’m so happy you’re here!” Dan no longer had the heart to leave.

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anonymous asked:

lololol i want 2 read this ~call out~ post now

fucekning - it’s 1am in the morning and i’ve been awake since 5:30 am but why the fuck not, let’s do this. I’ll probably forget Someone so don’t be surprised if i edit this and add more - especially since there are people I regularly talk to but forget their tumblr URLs since I mostly talk with them over other platforms. 

  • @theinevitablesense is a wonderful and talented human being and a blessing in my life. Parker is so intelligent and so great to talk to. We’re writing a fic together which is a #blessing, and honestly I couldn’t be happier about it. We became friends because Parker messaged me one day like ‘i love ur fic!!!’ and while our first few convos were awkward we are at a Really Great Place rn
  • @lol-phan-af is my Sunshine. Bella is the person who got me to start writing for hamilton, and as such I’m forever grateful to her for a multitude of reasons. We became friends because I literally kept pestering her on tumblr until she agreed to write a fic with me because i’m that kind of annoying. 
  • @iwritelikeimrunningoutoftime is the one who started it All. Irene is the miracle person who first messaged me about 177(6) RP, and honestly it is because of her that I know anyone that I do now. She’s a brilliant, beautiful, and gifted blessing in my life and I don’t know where I’d be without her.
  • @emmiimmeme stepped into my life as the jemmy RPer, and honestly i love her. Someone who has been around for about a year now. We talk about Seth Numrich and Ian Khan a lot. She seems to think I ghostwrote the moreos guy posts
  • @shipsdreamsandmakebelieve was the John RPer. She messaged me on tumblr a little after she started commenting on 177(6). At one point she decided to say fuck it and gave me her snapchat so I could experience chris jackson singing on the forth of july, and afterward I persuaded her to join the RP. we still talk now, it’s a great existence. I have a mom t-shirt and mom sticker from her. It’s a Fantastic time.
  • @thalia-the-guitar was the Dori RPer. It took us longer to hit it off, in all honesty. We got closer because of talking about writing. I like to think I was kind of a wall to bounce ideas off of for the train fic she wrote with rowan, but that’s probably inflating my importance in that process. She’s someone who I talk to more via text and snapchat than fandom platforms tbh.
  • @bewitchinghowell was the lizzie RPer. HOnestly an all around gift, a joy and light in my life. The one who made us make the groupchat, and literally where would we be without that gropuchat. 
  • @ceracero was the Philip RPer. they’re literally so pure and so wonderful and i love them so much and they send me cards and i treasure them in a drawer next to my bed to read when i’m sad and i just,, they’re so good 
  • @hamilshot was the Burr RPer. Honestly one of the most brilliant, most motivated, and strongest people I know. Real life goals, tbh. They’re the type of person I will gladly admit I look up to. I literally wrote an essay about them and started to cry while interviewing them because they’re just that Great. ONe of those people that once they set their mind on something, it will take the entire universe and Then some to prevent it from happening. 
  • @rhfe was the dolley RPer, joining us a little later on in the game. Honestly, he’s made my life so much better. A source of joy that also took me longer to get close to. I didn’t realize that was his URL until like yesterday so that’s how attentive I am. 
  • @little–feather was the maria RPer. I’ve actually met her, and hoenstly, it was a Great time. We got ice cream and were super cute and it’s one of those cases where over the past year I’ve really gotten to seem them grow and honestly? a Blessing in my life
  • @night-lester mads is fantastic?? someone i’m still not as close as I want to be to but literally every interaction I’ve had with them has improved my life in some way and everyone loves them so much and that is such a good because they spread love and positivity in a way i don’t think they even do on purpose and they’re just a Good. originally the seabury RPer
  • @clarind-uh was the George-io RPer. Honestly, just,,, incredible. Another person that took me longer to get close to, but I’m so glad I did. We initially communicated via heart emojis, which was a good thing that i’m very happy happened. 
  • @the-real-m-vp was the martha RPer (obvi). Sam is literally one of the nicest and most beautiful people i’ve ever seen in my entire life??? like??? so nice and kinda and positive and perfect and sweet and literally Everything
  • @alexangery is someone I met through rowan - someone who RPed lance - and we ended up writing kinkcember together. We kinda drifted after a bit since the health chat got busy and what not, but we keep ending up back together and it’s a MIracle because honestly?? alex is one of the best parts of this fandom and where would we be without him is the real quesiton
  • @roseclipping is so sweet, and someone I kinda watched from a distance for a little bit because I knew she was a really talented writer from the gift exchanges. We kinda had a word here or there, mostly communicating via drabble prompts in all honesty. We became closer because I ended up answering some questions for a college au of hers haha and now we’re in a writing chat!!
  • @thellamaduo is someone that I started talking to because we were thinking about doing a big bang of sorts. It never happened and probably will Never happened. Rainah is literally someone who I know Knows her shit. Like, if I were to ever doubt a characterization I could go to her and be like “HELP ME” and she’d be able to with reasoning and explanations to back of her words. She’s so smart and knowledgable and literally everything she writes is ironclad and I’d trust it with my Life. And she’s just really great to talk to in general? I consider her to be a good friend and i’m so happy I can because honestly Where would I be without her. I’m slowly progressing, but everytime I do take that brief second back to think about a writing decisions, it’s with her in mind “what would rainah do”
  • @franciskinloch is a recent friend but a Good one. Their very attractive face is a blessing in my life and something i can look forward to and i know that if i ever have lams feels they’re feeling it times a gazillion and also the first person who i saw recognize just how attractive cravats and knee-breeches are and i’m never letting that go. Ever.
  • @ham-for-ham is also a recent friend, but one i’m glad to have. we were thrown together in a group chat and then we talked about turn and it was a Good decision
  • @hambrr amber is also more recent and is in the same writing chat/network as alex and sarah and is Good. honestly, if you have any appreciation for hamburr as a ship, i’d recommend checking them out. They’re vv supportive and vv good.
  • @procrastinatingbookworm is also a new friend and one i’ve yet to get to know very well but as we’re in a writing chat together i imagine we will grow closer in their future. very sweet <3
  • @speedilyunabashedhologram is someone who was just kinda tossed into a big chat with the RPers and Friends because why NOt and she’s become a constant presence and honestly it wouldn’t be the same without her
  • @weehawken-dawngunsdrawn is also someoe who was just kinda tossed into the big chat with RPers and friends and hoenstly super sweet and super nice and super thoughtful and also from ohio which means i might get to see her in real life which is superr !!! because honestly !! best things
  • @exadorlion i assumed i already put them on here but honestly mari is a fantastic person and someone i can trust to have something interesting to say and they make my life Better which is more than I can ask from anyone and they’re just important to me okay. where would i be had they not pestered me about the fic i probably wouldn’t have ever written otherwise
  • @fortheloveofhegame marah, my real life friend. we go way back. i don’t know what else to say for her except that she was introduced to the RP chat as daddykinkfriend around a year ago and that’s defined her online presence partially ever since,. i love her. she’s a Good and my bff
16 Days of Outlander - Day #5 Rent

Another of my favorite episodes of the season (just like almost every other episode of the season).

Favorite Location: first camp by the loch. Give me all the landscape shots in this episode. They’re all soooooo gorgeous but the opening shot with Claire reciting poetry is perfection (I’m also really partial to the river where she and Ned have their chat about legalities but more on that later). One of the things that just makes this scene is the raucous of the men teasing and wrestling with Willie that’s just audible below Claire and Ned reciting their John Donne.

Favorite “That’s not in the book” Part, Favorite Music Moment: Claire waulking wool with the village women. Since Claire spends so much of the rent collecting trip - both on screen and in the book - surrounded by the men of Castle Leoch, I loved that the show dropped in this few minutes of Claire spending time with and bonding with the women of the community. I also love that one of the songs they sing is about “mo nighean donn.” I don’t know what all the lyrics translate to but I recognize that phrase. So glad these songs were included on volume two of the show’s score. 

Favorite Line: “Only two.” While I like that in the book, Claire is able to figure exactly what Dougal is up to on the first guess, her confrontations with Ned Gowan over the particulars of Dougal’s actions and the legal arrangements - and the way Ned plays along - are one of my favorite sub-plots for the episode. His acknowledgment that she would have made a fine advocate (though we learn and he knows that she’s missed the mark, her explanation of the evidence at hand is sturdy) is more genuine than just humoring her and her own knowing retort as he walks away (that they both know something the other doesn’t creates such great balance) and then Claire’s judgmental stare as Ned rejoins Dougal…

“It’s a pity they don’t allow women to practice law.” 

“Not yet.” 

“It’ll be a few centuries before that happens.” 

“Only two.”

Favorite Performance: Sam Heughan as Jamie Fraser. It’s not that his performances leading up to this one weren’t fantastic, it’s that in this episode Jamie had so much more to do that Sam was given a greater opportunity to demonstrate what he can do. Jamie has been on the outskirts of Castle Leoch trying (and failing) to keep his head down and not attract attention. On the road with the men, his protectiveness of Claire (and growing feelings for her) forces him to walk a delicate line as he fights to keep the peace between her and the other men in camp (especially Angus). He is patient and gentle with Claire but also frank and honest as he calls her on her attitude. He is also put on display in a way he hates as Dougal uses the scars on his back to raise money for the Jacobite cause. Heughan makes the most of every scene in Rent.

Honorable Mention for Music Moment, Favorite Shot: history lesson on the Jacobites. 1945 Claire’s reflection in the framed Scottish flag as Frank and Reverend Wakefield discuss the failed Jacobite rising with the music rising into a somber version of the show’s opening theme is just beautifully managed on so many levels.

Favorite Book-to-Screen Adaptation: Jamie confronts Dougal. I love that in both versions, Jamie doesn’t make a scene by calling Dougal out in front of people. Jamie has far more tact and diplomacy than that. In the screen adaptation, I love the fact that you can hear whispers of their conversation as Claire moves in to eavesdrop and watch before the camera’s focus brings the audience fully into the conversation between the two men. There are some little changes as the scene shifts (logistically and emotionally) with Dougal walking off and Claire chatting with Jamie (I rather prefer the book version where it’s Claire who suggests Jamie hit the tree to blow off steam), but the conversation they have and their blossoming connection hit all the right notes for both characters and deftly handles another meaningful chunk taken right from the book.

Favorite Costume: Claire’s fur accented coat. Claire has way more outfits and accessories than is practical for being on the road and the rough camping they do during the episode but none of that matters because all the accessories look cozy and gorgeous but none look quite so tempting as that coat. How she manages to keep the fur so fluffy and clean in the damp and muck of camping and riding, I have no idea (magic, maybe?). 

Favorite Claire and Jamie Moment: the inn. I’m counting all of this together from the moment candlestick-wielding Claire trips over Jamie outside her door to their adorable greeting downstairs the next morning. Despite the tensions from the night before after Dougal’s speech, when these two are around each other they wind up in their own safe bubble of cute. Jamie’s face the following morning as he excuses himself it just the cutest/funniest thing; he looks like a kid who got caught stealing cookies from the jar and instead of being punished was given an extra cookie and told not to tell anyone else, so pleased with himself.

Favorite Minor Character: Ned Gowan. Who doesn’t love Ned Gowan with his mutual love for adventure and the law? His yearning for the days of his youth when the Highlands were truly uncivilized, his admonition against accepting live pigs, the way he plays with Claire’s interpretation of what Dougal is up to (and keeps Dougal from giving his true purpose away), there’s just so much to love about Ned. But I think my favorite Ned scene in this episode is when Claire earnestly tries to warn him that the Jacobite cause is doomed, that history will never record the name of another Stuart king and his response, “History be damned.” Then of course as the fist fight breaks out, he is right at Claire’s side keeping safely out of the physical fight. 

Favorite Scene (and yet another honorable mention for Music Moment): Claire makes a joke. Everything about the joke Claire makes and the reaction to it is a perfect payoff for the journey she takes this episode as she truly becomes a part of this community - she’d been largely welcomed into Castle Leoch by Mrs. Fitz but without Mrs. Fitz there, it’s been a rough few weeks and the tensions got pretty high there for a while. There’s that beat before Rupert laughs and the tension breaks with all the other men admitting in their own ways the merits of her joke. And then the emotional pendulum swings once more to somber at the mention of Culloden Moor and Claire revisiting her earlier reflections on the Jacobite cause but from a place where she is so much more personally attached. The lesson from Frank and Reverend Wakefield earlier and Claire’s voice over then were more detached and clinical; in this scene the camera lingers on the faces of the men who she knows, who will likely fight that battle and it is so much more real for her at this later point of the episode (and the music once again supports the emotional weight beautifully; the Wrong Side of History track is my go to for finding the right place mentally to write angsty ficlets). 

what’s the stitch? | pt.1

on ao3

from the high school senior that brought you wanna chat? comes another chat fic that no one asked for

just so we’re all on the same page, alya has the fox miraculous, nino the turtle, and chloe the bee. i latched onto this team of miraculous holders a while back and now i’m just throwing up random stuff. initially i wasn’t going to write more than a small snip of this but @breeeliss​ is a horrible enabler (<3)

i’m still working on the dynamics for them, especially since they’re still getting to know each other, so sorry if it’s rough

anyway let’s do this


Cat: What does this do?

Bee: what in fresh hell is this

Turtle: yo wassup this is rad
wait lemme see…


Ladybug: Chat what the hell did you do

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My adventure of a lifetime 💕

Hey, guys, it is only me Alycia. I thought I would write up my Coldplay Cardiff experience. Please be warned that I am fairly exhausted and it would be impossible to write every little thing that happened. My mind is racing, with so many happy vibes shooting off here, there, and everywhere. I’ve tried to write as much as I could about things that happened to me so I can look back on it. However, it is kind of brief, and I will probably write more about this subject later!

So, ladies and gentlemen, here I write about the happiest days of my life. Though words are insufficient to express my happiness, please find some sort musings below.

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Turn Loose the Mermaids(Part 5)

Part 5 is here guys. Enough cuddles for you let’s bring in some angst. Btw if anybody is wondering why Chat is coming off as such an asshole, well…you’ll see later.

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Marinette didn’t know what to make out of Captain Noir. He was the opposite of what she knew about pirates. The worst thing he had done was imprison her, which she didn’t like at all. But beyond that, he was surprisingly well mannered and nice. With all the snark and cockiness attached. If she is lucky, she won’t have to think about it anymore, though.

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