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Top 18 Sterek Fics 2017

Hello, our lovely followers!

For the past two years, we’ve been giving you guys a list of our favorite fics that we read and we are back at it again! These are the fics that really stood out to us in 2017. (here are our faves from 2016 and 2015)

Like always, this fandom came through with so many good fics this past year and we hope to see more and more sterek fics posted even with the show done.

We wish you all the best in 2018 <3

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Captain America: Prejudiced Fans

Ok so rant post because this literally kept me up for hours last night.

Why is Tony Stark perceived as the Villain in Civil War?

There is no legitimate reason for this.

“But he made Ultron and tried to hurt Bucky!”

Ok, sit down. Let’s talk about Ultron, shall we?

If we REALLY want to discuss whose fault Ultron is, let’s go way back to this movie:

In this movie was a character called Loki, whom you may remember and might recognize as second from the left on this poster.

Loki was the main villain of the film, and Thor failed to incarcerate him at the end of the movie. Loki went on to bring the mind stone (AKA the basis for Ultron) to Earth. Therefore, it is Thor’s fault for not stopping Loki.

But let’s move on from that. Assuming that Thor couldn’t have stopped Loki, whose fault was it?

Actually, it is arguably still Thor, seeing as he brought the Tesseract back to Asgard at the end of the Avengers, but failed to grab Loki’s mind control stick on his way out the door.

Even clearing him of charges for that, we could argue that it’s Steve/Clint/Natasha’s fault, because I’m going to assume that SHIELD took the staff, and because of that, the staff found its way into Hydra’s hands.

Then we have Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

Let’s pretend that Steve/Clint/Natasha DID see the staff into SHIELD custody. Apparently they weren’t concerned enough about the fact that, y’know, SHIELD was actually Hydra and therefore Hydra had the staff of mind control in their possession, which makes it their fault. At this point,  Steve/Clint/Natasha becomes Steve/Clint/Natasha/Sam.

However, this STILL isn’t the end of the story.

Somehow, Thor fails to care about any of these developments in the Dark World, so it’s back to his fault.

The entire Avenger’s cast FINALLY cares about the fact that the Staff is held by Hydra when Tony comes back on the scene (huh) at the beginning of Age of Ultron, at which point Tony goes after the Staff. However, while this is the first point at which we could reasonably claim that it is Tony’s fault, we immediately switch over to this:

In case you weren’t freaking paying attention, this is Tony seeing an alternate past where the world ended and all of his friends were dead as a result of him not doing enough.

Immediately after this we get this line:

[Pietro and Wanda watch as goes Tony grabs the scepter]
Pietro Maximoff: “We’re just gonna let them take it?”
[Wanda smiles to herself as Tony takes the scepter]

Are you really going to tell me that little smug grin doesn’t belie that she knows exactly what’s about to happen? Even if it doesn’t, I’m pretty sure she said something to the effect of, “He’ll do what he thinks he has to” or something to that effect.

Therefore it is clearly Wanda’s fault.

BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!

Tony then asks Thor for permission to monkey around with the staff, making it Thor’s fault, and then Bruce and Tony work on the staff TOGETHER, making it JOINTLY their fault when Ultron comes to life.

So great, we have now found fault in every Avenger except for Rhodey and Pietro at this point.

Except, Tony/Bruce think that Ultron failed. The second they find out that he didn’t the Avengers mobilize and come fairly close to beating Ultron. Tony can easily out-program Ultron, because we’ve seen him literally hack his own equipment while fighting numerous opponents - one on one with Ultron shouldn’t be a problem.

But these two butts show up and proceed to compromise every single Avenger except Tony and Clint.

Not only does the Witch send Natasha/Steve/Thor into visions, SHE LITERALLY MANIPULATES HULK INTO ATTACKING A WAKANDAN CITY, FORCING TONY TO END HIS ASSAULT ON ULTRON FOR THE PURPOSE OF SAVING LIVES.

Wanda and Pietro are LITERALLY FIGHTING ON ULTRON’S SIDE FOR MORE THAN HALF OF THE MOVIE. So CLEARLY the fact that Ultron makes any headway at all is at least PARTIALLY THEIR FAULT, RIGHT?

Then we get the creation of Vision, supported by Tony, Bruce, Thor, and Clint and opposed by Wanda, Steve, Pietro, and Natasha. This is in spite of the fact that literally all Tony is doing is uploading JARVIS to a body, which should be a no brainer seeing as JARVIS has been immensely helpful since literally the earliest movies of the MCU.

We finally get Vision to wake up, and, what do you know, not only is he on the Avenger’s side, HE LITERALLY IS WORTHY TO PICK UP THOR’S HAMMER.

So if anything, this sequence should doubly absolve Tony Stark of guild: The success of Vision is proof that Ultron is not a mistake but rather a flawed prototype, AND Tony has just created the only weapon that will allow the Avengers to defeat Ultron.

We’ll note that he does not receive credit for either of these points, either in the movie or in the fandom.

Now, I would like to point out in spite of everything that has just been argued that Ultron is an independent being who is making his own choices and as such is the only person who can be blamed for his actions, triply absolving Tony of guilt. The only people who can legitimately be blamed here are Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, who chose to help Ultron fight the Avengers, but they should arguably be forgiven because they help to defeat him.

If I haven’t convinced you that Tony is innocent here yet, please message me so I can block you.

Now, on to Civil War.

The entire point of this movie is Steve saying “No superhumans shouldn’t be regulated because if they are then people might get mad at Bucky,” while the entire rest of the world is saying, “Yeah, we’d like a little oversight.” Like, yes, personal freedom and standing up for your values is great and all, but SHIELD had zero oversight and look what happened there - oh, right, people died, nearly including Mr. Holier-Than-Though Rogers and his best friend (it was still a great movie…). Yes, stand for what you believe in, Steve, but accept that there are systems in place for doing that. There are reasons that everyone in the military and in the government respond to someone else and are bound by certain laws, and superhumans should be too.

THEN, Bucky comes into the picture when he’s framed for a terrorist attack.

Does Steve go to any of his allies for help? Does he have Tony Stark or Nick Fury pull strings? Does he go to the government with the information he has about Bucky’s condition and ask for help? No, no, and no.

Queue Black Panther.

Black Panther believes that Bucky killed his father, so he decides to kill Bucky. Remember that.

We get a protracted series of fight scenes wherein, regardless of whether or not they were previously criminals, Steve and Bucky become wanted criminals and get themselves arrested alongside Black Panther, then everybody else gets themselves arrested.

Let us analyse the airport fight scene.

Steve has recruited a felon, Tony has recruited a teenager, I think those evils roughly cancel each other out.

HOWEVER.

On Team Tony, four out of five individuals depend on Tony for equipment.

Spiderman we haven’t seen before, but we know that Tony redesigned his suit. In addition, assuming that this movie Spiderman accurately reflects his comic book strength (which we can assume he does, seeing as he catches the airplane loading thing), he is obviously pulling his punches.

Then we have War Machine and Black Widow.

War Machine we have seen consistently demonstrating a single difference from standard Iron Man suits: automatic firearms.

However, in this sequence, we do not see him use the shoulder cannon once and we see him use his missiles only to address the fact that Giant Man is trying to smash him with a truck.

However, we see two NEW weapons: a sonic cannon and a stun baton, both of which are shown to be nonlethal.

Black Widow we see using her signature Widow’s Bites for the first time in her six movies in the Marvel franchise - again, non-lethally disabling Black Panther.

Are you really going to tell me that this is a coincidence? The only person we see attempting to use lethal force on Team Tony is Black Panther, whom we all know respects nobody.

Now, Team Steve.

Let’s start with Scarlet Witch, the MCU’s poster child for milking her perceived innocence.

We see her attempt to crush Tony under a bunch of cars, breaking his arm. We see her throw off Vision’s aim nearly killing War Machine. She very clearly has no qualms about killing.

Hawkeye is literally using explosive arrows throughout the fight scene.

Ant-Man tears apart the internal circuitry of one of Iron Man’s arms (possibly after the arm it contained was already broken).

Falcon is literally shooting at Spiderman.

Bucky punches at Spiderman full force.

And let us not forget Steve Rogers, who literally attempts to drop an airplane loading dock on a kid:

I mean come on.

Tony is literally the only one who ISN’T letting his anger get the best of him in this scene.

Then, in case you don’t believe me, let’s jump to the final fight scene in the abandoned Hydra base, shall we?

Tony is using distinctly nonlethal force here. If his goal were to kill Bucky, I guarantee you Bucky would be dead.

However, he uses his potentially lethal weapons in a nonlethal fashion, primarily to control where Steve and Bucky can and can’t go. His laser - which, friendly reminder, is powerful enough that he had to instruct War Machine to get out of the way - was used only to interpose steel girders between himself and Captain America. His tank missile, which is one of his iconic and most terrifying weapons, merely closed a loading door. Tony is not using lethal force - the worst thing he does is destroy Bucky’s arm, which is terrible, but worst case scenario, Tony can repair it. Yes, it is inflicting pain, but it is pain that is not dissimilar to pain that Tony has gone through himself.

That, of course, doesn’t stop Steve and Bucky from very willingly shredding his armor and, y’know, leaving him stranded in Siberia or wherever the heck that base was.

Now, final point, remember Black Panther?

Black Panther (incorrectly) jumped to the conclusion that Bucky had killed his father, and tried very hard throughout the duration of the movie to kill Bucky in revenge.

Tony WATCHED on FILM as Bucky slaughtered  his parents and still showed great restraint. Did he want to hurt Bucky? Yes, very much so.

Did he want to kill Bucky? No, he did not.

This is precisely why the “But he’s my friend”/”So was I” zinger hurts so freaking much. Even in his moment of insane pain, Tony did not want to hurt Steve. Yes, he wanted to hurt Bucky, but he knew that, if he killed Bucky, he would be hurting Steve, and, as Steve’s friend, he could not conscience that decision.

I will eternally maintain that Tony is the victim of Civil War, that Steve betrayed Tony, and that Steve does not deserve Tony’s forgiveness, and nothing anybody can say will ever change my mind.

Mine | Theo Raeken Imagine

pairings: theo raeken x reader

warnings: ass grabbing idk

prompt: “grab her ass in front of guys that want her, and grab her ass in front of girls that want you.”

a/n: i’m a sucker for over-protective theo.

Dating wasn’t easy, Dating Theo Raeken was a full on suicide mission. But no matter how hard it seemed, It would always be worth it; For the both of you.

You and Theo started dating a couple months after he came to Beacon Hills, Even though you were a beta in Scotts pack and surprisingly even after all the terrible things he did to your pack you saw the man in the monster, You accepted him and his flaws; And that’s exactly what made Theo fall oh-so deep in love with you. But when you started dating, Even though Theo is a big fan of PDA and not to mention one hell of a jealous wolfie, You two kept your relationship low-key.

This may have caused a couple of problems, Considering your boyfriend basically has a group of fangirls constantly by his side you may have been caught jealous a few times. But I mean, Who could blame them? Your boyfriend has one hell of a body; But then again, It’s your boyfriend.

And let’s be honest here, Theo was basically always jealous and not to mention over protective over you when it comes to other guys. Any time he saw a guy coming up to you, And especially if he was flirting with you, He would always walk up next to you and pull you into a passionate kiss showing everyone who you belong too.

Today was not exceptional for you two.

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anonymous asked:

How do you write Connor so well? Could you share some writing tips?

That’s really sweet of you to say. Honestly, it’s just me trying to pick up on every little thing we actually know about Connor and filling in my own interpretations of what they mean. We really don’t know that much about Connor. He’s only in the beginning of the play then throughout you get little snippets of his life from other characters…but it’s not that much to go off of. Even then, it’s how they saw him which can we a warped version of what he actually was. When I’m writing him, I try not to focus on Evan’s Connor because he’s only a projection of Evan’s own self. It’s important to remember that he’s not Connor. He’s Evan. That’s Evan’s mind talking to him using Connor’s face but it’s not Connor himself. He’s not a ghost coming back to talk to this random kid he’s interacted with once or twice. He’s 100% Evan’s mind projecting.

So then you have to focus on what you actually know about him. I’m gonna dissect it because I literally love analyzing characters it’s my favorite thing in the entire world. You didn’t ask for this but I’m doing it anyway yolo (im sorry).

The first time we meet Connor is at the breakfast scene. What do we know about that scene?:

  • Connor doesn’t want to go to school.
    • It is the very first day of his senior year. Not many people skip the very first day of school. It’s supposed to be a fairly easy, chill, exciting day to most people. Getting to know your teachers, seeing friends, catching up with people, not much work etc. I’m going off of my own school experience to analyze this bit: Skipping/Not wanting to go/Having anxiety over going doesn’t mean you’re lazy and don’t like work. It generally means that you feel uncomfortable, anxious, lonely, scared about having to navigate the world of school and your peers. Connor doesn’t have friends. Going to school, sitting in class, doing group projects, eating lunch, doing anything in school alone and without friends is fucking hard. It’s awful.  It’s not a surprise he doesn’t want to go.
  • Connor is high.
    • Judging from typical school days, it’s probably somewhere between 6 - 7 in the morning. That’s early. That’s someone who wakes up and immediate gets high. AND it’s the first day of school. That’s someone who needs something to help them cope just to get through the day. He needs something to help him take the edge off of life because doing it without anything is a daunting thought.
    • Cynthia also says “I don’t want you going to school high Connor. We’ve talked about this.” Which implies that this a fairly regular thing for him.
  • Connor reacts negatively when Zoe speaks but ignores Larry.  
    • Okay so I love this bit because my psychology loving self adores this kind of shit. It’s amazing and beautifully done and asdlhfal;ksd
    • After Cynthia tries to get Larry involved with making sure Connor goes to school. Larry says, “What do you want me to do? He doesn’t listen. Look at him. He’s probably high.” Connor stays quiet. Then Zoe confirms Larry’s statement and says, “He’s definitely high.” And Connor responds with a “Fuck you!”
    • Every time Larry speaks Connor stays quiet. His body language in the scene involves Connor resting his arm on the side of his head and, by doing so, is putting some sort of physical barrier between his facial expressions and his dad sitting next to him.
    • If I recall correctly, I don’t think Connor ever once actually speaks to his dad??? Larry talks at him but Connor never responds. No words are ever spoken from him to Larry. (I think, I could be wrong)
    • SO the point here is that Connor doesn’t say shit when Larry is nagging at him but the second Zoe opens her mouth to do the same he immediately responds with a big “fuck you” and puts his head down on the table.
    • The way I analyze that scene is that the fuck you was really meant for Larry, that he was pissed off at his father, but he took it out on Zoe. He redirected his anger onto his sister because it’s a lot easier to take advantage of a younger sibling then the head of your household.
    • Judging from how Zoe speaks about him later in the play, he probably redirected a lot of his anger onto her and it really messed her up.
    • Him not speaking up to Larry could also mean that Connor is potentially afraid of him?

The second time we see Connor is at school with Jared and Evan:

  • Connor cares what people think about him and he’s bullied. 
    • Jared says, “Hey Connor. Loving the new hair length. Very school shooter chic.” Connor responds by staring at him with this perplexed look of wtf dude seriously. He was just nagged at home, forced to go to school when he’s clearly uncomfortable about doing that, and then he gets there only to be antagonized by Jared who pretty much refers to him as someone who slaughters innocent people.
    • His ‘wtf dude’ look is totally justified in my opinion.  
    • Jared then says that he was just kidding and that it was a joke. To which Connor replies with “Yeah no it was funny. I’m laughing can’t you tell.” His tone starts out light and sarcastic. When Jared doesn’t respond, he steps closer to him and voice raises. “Am I not laughing hard enough for you?” He’s clearly offended by what Jared said.
    • Jared calls him a freak and walks away.
  • He gets bullied by Jared so he turns around and becomes the bully to Evan.
    • Like he did with Zoe, Connor redirects his pain onto people he know won’t fight back or who he views as weaker than him.
    • Evan nervous laughs when he’s left alone with Connor. Connor can probably see that Evan is scared of him and uses that to his advantage. He says the whole, “What the fuck are you laughing at? Stop fucking laughing at me?”” Stop laughing at me. Not laughing at what Jared said. But specifically laughing at Connor himself. Connor doesn’t want people laughing at him because he cares what they think about him. “You think I’m the freak? I’m not the freak. You’re the fucking freak.” He yells at Evan and pushes him to the ground.
    • People have all obviously analyzed all these scenes before. I’m not close to the first one to say it, but obviously, these are words he wishes he could say to Jared and Evan is the surrogate for his rage.

And finally we have the very last scene that Connor is in which is the computer lab scene:

  • Connor is apologetic after he loses his temper.
    • He sees Evan, who has clearly been crying. I think it’s unknown how long Connor was actually in the room with him/if he overheard the phone call with Evan’s mom. I’m assuming that Evan wasn’t actually speaking out loud when he was writing his letter, that it was more for the audience to know what he was writing. So if Connor had been in the room and listening, he could have heard Evan’s side of the phone call and seen him quietly crying on his laptop while writing something then print it out. Since he was near the printer, he took the paper to give to him. He didn’t have to do that. He wanted to.
    • I think he wanted an excuse to talk to Evan again after he pushed him. He probably felt bad. I feel like he views Evan as someone who’s harmless and unintimidating, which is why it was easy for him to channel his anger onto, but then he started to regret that choice, so he tried to reach out.
    • He never actually apologizes with words and instead tries to do it through actions. I bet you that Larry does the exact same thing too but Connor probably never realized or picked up on it. (I could do a full character study on Larry too omg he’s a great specimen to take apart and a fantastically flawed character like everyone else in the show its beautiful fuck)
  • He’s got a dark sense of humor.
    • When finding out Evan broke his arm from falling out of a tree, he replies with a “That’s the saddest fucking thing I ever heard.” But he doesn’t say it in a mean way. He smiles and laughs under his breath.
    • HE WAS TELLING A JOKE. He was trying his best to be nice to Evan and lightly joke around with him but I doubt they have similar styles of humor. I think it’s the only time Connor actually genuinely smiles too??
    • And Evan doesn’t really laugh. It’s more of a nervous “plz don’t hurt me again ur a lil scary” kinda laugh. So Connor backs off and changes the subject.
  • He’s observant.
    • He notices that no one signed Evan’s cast. 
    • He noticed that Evan has no friends hence the “now we can both pretend we have friends” line. 
    • He noticed Evan’s sad and alone so he’s making an effort to be nice to him. 
    • He noticed that he printed a piece of paper and that it would be a good ice breaker. 
    • He’s quiet and he notices things. It’s subtle but it’s there. I bet you Connor secretly knows everything about everyone. 
  • The boy just wants a damn friend. 
    • He’s lonely. Evan’s clearly lonely. Why not try to befriend him?
    • He’s signs his cast super big so it takes up the whole arm. For one, it gets a laugh out of the audience. But two, he kinda knows that no one else will sign it so he makes his name extra big so everyone will see and know that both of them aren’t alone/friendless.
    • This is also interesting to me because I wonder if Connor knew he was going to kill himself then. Often times suicide is something people plan out ahead of time. I wonder if he knew what he was going to do and I wonder if writing that on Evan’s arm was a secret way for him to leave something semi permanent behind. A way to be sure that someone would remember him when he’s gone. If that’s the case then that was some powerful shit to slip in and it hurts my soul.
  • He’s angry and paranoid and suicidal.
    • So obviously Connor reads Evan note to himself, thinks it’s about him, freaks out and leaves. That’s the last time we see Connor.
    • I’ve looked at this scene in a few different ways. The first way I see it is that Connor could of had symptoms of paranoia. He sees his sister’s name and his first thought is that Evan did this in a malicious manor. He views people as out to get him. It doesn’t take much to set him off. He’s got a lot of anger inside of him that he doesn’t know how to release in a healthy way so it ends up with him blowing up over the slightest little bumps in the road.
    • The second way I view it is a little different. If I’m thinking about my point before (about him already having plans to kill himself) then I wonder if he was just using the paper as an excuse to get angry and leave. He had already made his mark using Evan’s cast. His name was there. He technically didn’t need Evan anymore. Thus he “freaks out” over this paper and it helps fuel his desires to end his own life. As someone who has been suicidal in the past, I understand wanting to find every excuse you can to help end things, to justify what you’re doing, and to push people away. It’s a super fucked up way of thinking but, when you put yourself into that mindset, I don’t think it’s that crazy of an idea.
    • “Is this about my sister? You wrote this because you knew I’d find it.” (Hinting at the paranoia point) “Yeah you, uh, saw that I was the only other person in the computer lab.” (Mentally trying to convince himself to believe that Evan did this on purpose, even though it goes against everything he already knows about Evan) “So I could read some creepy shit you wrote about my sister and freak out, right?” (here comes the anger) “Then you could tell everybody that I’m crazy! Right?! Fuck you!” (cue the storm off)
    • And then we hear from Evan that Connor hasn’t been in school for three days.
    • And eventually we find out why.

From everything that Connor, himself, has told us he’s deeply hurting. He’s quiet. Observant. He’s got many unchecked mental health issues. He doesn’t feel heard. He’s lonely. He uses coping methods to get by. He has little to no self worth. He carries around a lot of guilt. He acts out on people he know won’t fight him back. Probably because he needs to feel superior because everywhere else in his life he feels stepped on. He is both a bully and bullied. He had little regard for strong authority aka Larry. He craves personal connections but doesn’t know how to obtain them or keep them. He’s broken. So that’s how I try my best to write him.

THEN we have what everyone else tells us about Connor. This should all be taken with a grain of salt because everyone views people differently but their words shouldn’t be totally disregarded either. (Yes I’m going to go on longer even though you never asked for this I’M SORRY I CAN’T STOP NOW) So let’s see what little Connor character traits we can find out from other people that could be potentially used for writing him in the future.

The scene during For Forever tells a lot of about Connor through his family:

  • Zoe: Connor wasn’t very nice so that makes sense.
  • Cynthia: Connor was…a complicated person.
  • Zoe: No. Connor was a bad person. There’s a difference.
    • In response to finding out Connor pushed Evan. Zoe is shown to have no sympathy for her brother’s actions while Cynthia continues to make excuses for him. I see that as Connor having no mercy on his sister but probably playing his mom to his advantage with what he knew he could get away with.  
  • Cynthia: Did Connor tell you about the Harris’? We used to go skiing together, our families.
  • Zoe: Connor hated skiing.
    • Not a sports, activity kinda guy. Doesn’t like things involving social gatherings. Not friendly.
  • Larry: Somebody had to be the bad guy.
    • In response to reading Connor’s emails. This one is a little iffy in regards to Connor’s character. It’s more a Larry thing. Because I don’t know if Connor was actually aware that his emails were read or not but either way it shows that he was completely not trusted by his family. Also that pointing out again that Cynthia was probably a push over when it came to Connor and he knew that.
  • Cynthia: We used to go to the orchard all the time. We;d do picnics there. Remember that Zoe?
  • Zoe: Yeah I do.
  • Cynthia: You and Connor had that little toy plane that you would fly. [to Larry, with sad laughter] Until you flew it into the creek.
  • Larry: No that was an emergency landing.
    • This is big. Things weren’t always hell in the Murphy house. There were good memories. Sadly though good memories are often overshadowed by the bad ones. Connor seemed to cast a huge shadow over this family. But it is important to note that Connor and Zoe used to play together as children. Things. Aren’t. Always. Awful. Connor wasn’t a reckless beast. He can be written to be playful and funny and sarcastic and sweet. Just balance it out with the angst. People are complicated and have tons of depth so try to write them that way if you can.

Other things said at random points throughout the play…

Jared:

  • “Connor Murphy is batshit out of his mind. Remember when he threw a printer at Mrs. G in second grade because he didn’t get to be the line leader that day? 
    • Connor has had anger issues since he was a child too.

Alana: 

  • “Still can’t believe the terrible news about @ connormurphy. I wouldn’t say that we were friends exactly. More like acquaintances. We were in chemistry together. I’m pretty sure. Also he was in my English class in 10th grade. Almost positive. Yeah he was definitely in my English class. Three days ago Connor Murphy was here and now hes gone. If Connor meant something to you please retweet or private message me if you just wanna talk. At time like thees we could all use a friend.”
    • Honestly, this says way more about Alana’s character but it still mentions Connor so I’m adding it.
    • But what I do get from this was the Connor has/had a twitter (or some form of social media, but I’m assuming twitter since the “retweet” bit) and Alana followed him on it?
  • “He was one of my closest acquaintances. He was my lab partner in Chemistry and we presented on Huck Fin together in 10th grade. He was so funny. Instead of calling it, well, Huck Fin…[fades off]. Nobody else in our class thought of that.”
    • Again, speaks more to Alana’s character than Connors. But I also wonder if this is actually true or if she made this up in a similar fashion to Evan in order to put herself in the story…since she didn’t even recall if he was in those classes or not earlier.
    • BUT assuming that this was true, Connor doesn’t seem to care much for school. Or he could have been trying to make jokes in order to gain friends. If he worked with Alana on projects, her personality would have steam rolled over his. I think she would be the type of person he would sit back and let take control and tell him what to do then just go along with it.

Zoe: 

  • “Just because Connor isn’t here, trying to punch through my door, screaming that he’s going to kill me for no reason, that doesn’t mean that all of a sudden we’re the fucking Brady Bunch.” 
    • I mean…yikes.
  • “After all you put me through. Don’t say it wasn’t true. That you were not the monster that I knew”
    •  This shit just breaks my damn heart. You are not the monster that I knew is one of my favorite lines in the entire play. In Zoe’s story, Connor is the villain. He hurt her. He abused her. And no one did anything about it to protect her or stop him. I haven’t really had a chance to write too much of Zoe into my writings yet but I know that if/when I do, Connor is not going to be a kind character to her.

Larry: 

  • “We didn’t think Connor had any friends.” 
    • All they found with Connor was Evan’s letter. I wonder how many times he reread it, if at all, before he died. Do you think he calmed down and looked at it again through a different light? This time maybe seeing how depressed and unhappy Evan was too? I wonder if he found comfort in that at all and that’s why it was still in his pocket. Of course that’s purely speculation on my part. He could have just shoved it in there and forgot it was there. That’s the beautiful thing about this play, there’s a lot that the viewer can piece together and take away on their own. Things are never fed to you. They present them simply and let you take what you need from it.
    • Anyway, yeah, Connor had no friends. That point was already kinda clear though.
  • “I gave you the world. You threw it away.” 
    • Connor grew up in a well off family. They were rich. He literally could of had anything he wanted but he didn’t. I take that as Connor not giving a shit about material items. He probably has little regard for things. You could write that as him throwing and breaking near by items if he’s mad or simply tossing things around and not caring abobut them. Whereas someone who grew up poor, would be more likely to take care of their things because they know they can’t just get more.
  • “I didn’t realize Connor meant this much to people.” 
    • In his father’s eyes, Connor didn’t mean very much. He was probably able to pick up on that and it would affect his attitude and behavior to other people. If he felt he didn’t mean much to his own father, then why would he ever be special to anyone else?
  • “He left it in the bag with the tags still on.”
    • Larry’s weak attempt at reaching out to his son with a baseball glove. It was probably obvious to everyone that Connor was not a sports person. He probably hated baseball. But Larry likes it so he tried to force his hobbies onto Connor. It was received by Connor not even opening the gift. From Connor’s perspective, he could have taken that as a ‘wow my father knows literally nothing about me wtf’ where as Larry would have viewed that differently but this is not about Larry asd;kfja
  • “Your dad must feel pretty lucky to have a son like you.” 
    • Another great line in this play! It hurts my soul. Connor is a disappointment to his father. Larry wished Connor could have been something more than he was. Once again, this shit would weigh on Connor’s mind and fuck him up.

Cynthia: 

  • “I don’t remember the last time I heard him laugh.” 
    • That shit is dark yo. Connor doesn’t laugh around his family. He’s unhappy there.
  • “Connor didn’t get invited to any bar mitzvahs” [paraphrasing that quote]
    • Cynthia always had hope for Connor. I like to imagine Connor not being as nasty to his mother than everyone in the family. She really loved him and I hope he could feel that deep down.

And, of course, Evan: 

  • “Over the summer I found this yearbook thing that our class made in 8th grade. Most people did collages of their friends. But Connor’s was a list of his ten favorite books.”
    • One of my favorite bits I like to write into stories is that Connor liked to read. For a middle school kid to have ten favorite books, and care enough about them to put them into a yearbook, is kinda of special. Books are methods of escapism to many people and I like to think Connor is included in that group. 

OKAY IM GOING TO STOP THIS IS SO LONG I AM SO SORRY THIS WAS NOT THE RESPONSE YOU WERE LOOKING FOR I WROTE YOU A DUMB CHARACTER STUDY INSTEAD. THIS IS ALL HOW I SEE CONNOR SO IT’S HOW I TRY TO WRITE HIM YOU COULD SEE HIM SUPER DIFFERENTLY AND WRITE HIM DIFFERENTLY THATS WHAT IS SO GREAT ABOUT WRITING

Cracker Jacks and kiss cams

Summary: A story in which Bucky Barnes is very smitten, there’s a baseball game between the New York Mets and the Chicago Cubs, and Cracker Jacks are consumed.

Prompt: “I never thought you’d break my heart”
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None. A bit of language maybe, but this is all just sappy fluff. 

A/N: This is my submission for @just-some-drabbles​ Rom-Com writing challenge, thanks for letting me join last minute and congratulations on reaching 4k! This story came about because I really love baseball, I really love the Chicago Cubs, and I really love Bucky Barnes, so all in all, it felt like a win-win.

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(Bucky, opening Google search)

“how do you know if a woman is interested”
“when do you know if a woman wants to kiss you”
“how to tell a woman you love her without saying it”
“why do I suck at talking to her”
“oh my god why can’t I just ask her out” 

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I GOT THE GIRL [FRED WEASLEY]

request: “Hi! Can you write a Fred Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader imagine? The reader is a bookworm, and is often found in the library. She and Fred are almost complete opposites. Fred is intrigued by the "different” girl you can say and they start hanging out. Introducing each other to their life, with things the other would never do. Ends with a cute passionate kiss?“ — by @my-unique-mind

a/n: added a little twist to it. hope you don’t mind :-) also, i got carried away with this one so it is quite long 😂

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    On the course of your stay in Hogwarts, the only conversations you would share with Fred Weasley were just mere hellos and greetings. Whenever the seat beside you wasn’t taken yet in some class, he would ask if it was okay to sit beside you, and you would glance at him before nodding, minding your own business starting then.

    Though other than that, the both of you never bothered to approach the other in attempt to get to know them better. It has been always like that for the past years — so for him to suddenly ask you a very important favor, it was quite unbelievable.

    It was a Saturday morning that time and you were spending your day inside the library as usual. In front of you was one clear parchment, a book needed for Transfiguration, and a bottle of ink that you had. You were just about to write the first sentence of your essay when someone abruptly sat down across you.

    It was Fred, with his red hair and goofy smile. You raised your eyebrow in question and slowly brought your quill down, waiting for the boy before you to say something that would explain why he was here.

    "Good day, isn’t it?” he started, his head turning around as if to look at his surroundings. ‘The sun’s not shining too bright, the wind’s pace is just right, and it’s not that cloudy.“

    "Is there something I can help you with?” you asked with your eyebrow still raised.

    Fred flickered his eyes to you. “I’m glad you asked, Y/N, because there is this one tinsy little problem I’m dealing with and I know you can help me figure it out.” there was mischief in the way he spoke those words, which made you kind of uneasy.

    “Oh, is it regarding about that Transfiguration assignment Professor McGonagall gave us 'cause I’m doing it right now —”

    “Y/N,” he politely cut you off that made you stop talking, “that’s not it.”

    You involuntarily blush. “Then what is it?”

    Fred leaned on the table, prompting his elbows and placing his chin on top. “I knew it was a good choice to pick you, Y/N. I had a hard time convincing George that you’re the perfect accomplice —”

    “Woah, what?” it was your turn to you cut him off. “You lost me at accomplice.”

    “Well, you see,” Fred licked his lips, “we need a book from the restricted section of the library. Of course, no teacher with the right mind would let me or my brother get it, so I thought since you’re always in the library so much, not to mention you’re a Ravenclaw, you would be the one to do it for us.”

    “You must be out of your mind.” You scoffed. “What makes you think I’ll do that for you?”

    “Because,” Fred trailed, “I’m such a good person and I make other people happy?”

    You couldn’t help but snort at his reason.

   "Oh, come on, Y/N! I promise, this will the first and last favor I’ll be asking you if you agree to help.“

    The two of you stared at each other for what seemed like minutes before you finally broke free and groaned.

    "Fine, I’ll do it.”

    Fred fist pumped in the air that made Madam Pince to suddenly appear and hiss at him.

    “But you need to do something in return. Anything, so that I’ll feel I’m not doing this for free.” you chuckled lightly.

    He nodded in understanding. “Okay,” he shrugged, “how about I do a poem? You’re into those kind of stuff, right?”

    “Well, yeah …” you blushed again for whatever reason.

    “Then it’s settled then. You help us get the book and I’ll do a poem. Deal?” he extended a hand out and you didn’t hesitate to grasp it with your own, shaking it.

    “Deal.”


     You indeed had done what you had to do. After Fred and George talked to you and gave you the title of the book that they needed, you immediately made up an excuse as you ask the head of your house, Professor Flitwick, to sign the slip that allowed you to get the book from the restricted section of the library.

    The whole plan seemed too easy, because the teacher didn’t even question you or grew suspicious on why you needed the book. And now, you were patiently waiting inside the cosy atmosphere of the Three Broomsticks, your eyes glued on the door, ready to finalize your deal with the Weasley twins.

    Though Fred was the only one who came, even panting as he sits down beside you. You couldn’t help but glance at him oddly but still a smile was playing on your lips.

    “Sorry,” he sighed while he takes off his coat and hangs it on the chair he was sitting on, “had to get away from George. I didn’t want him to come.”

    “Why?” you slowly brought out the book from your bag.

    Fred smirked at you, “Because I wouldn’t want him hearing my poem, obviously. He wouldn’t let it go if he heard it, will keep on teasing me for an eternity if he did.” he murmured mostly to himself.

    You almost forgotten about the poem and with the mention of it, you raised your eyebrows in curiosity. “Well, now that you mentioned it, read it to me.”

    For the first time, you saw his cheeks turn into a shade of pink as he softly stutters. “Uh, r-right now?” he cleared his throat.

    “Not necessarily, but if you want to have this book —”

    “Okay,” he pouted, “I get it, I get it. Just let me …” he rummaged through his bag and got a notepad with written notes on it, though before you could take a peak, he blocked it away from your view with his hand. “Hey! I’m going to read it to you anyway so why bother?”

    “I’m just curious, jeez.” You chuckled. “You know, I’m very interested in what you have prepared. It’s always been in my bucket list to get you to do something completely out of your character.”

    “Oh, I’m sure it is.” he snorted with a grin. “Uh, so, before I begin, I’m just gonna ask you not to laugh, okay? I admit it’s not my best work but … it’s what I wanted the poem to be about.” the color red was creeping on his cheeks again.

    You smiled. “I promise.”

    He dramatically cleared his throat, turning sideways so he was completely facing you.

“The way she speaks can lure me to sleep
the way she smiles can change my cold feet
the way she reads can send thousands of thoughts
like why only now did I notice she smelled like apricots?”

     He stops momentarily to look at you and sees you laughing silently which draws him to continue.

I can never really explain why I started feeling so differently
when she has always been there, always been pretty.
and maybe that is why I decided to make a plan
something that will give my chance a hand.

It amuses me how she doesn’t notice
like for the first time, she didn’t know how to focus
but how can she not, that’s not her flaw
After all, she is a Ravenclaw.”

    Your eyes widened at that mere line and you could hear Fred taking a gulp before carrying on like nothing happened.

“So this time, as I read this poem to you
please tell me you understand it like you always do
keep in mind that out of all the pranks I’ve done, all of the shows
you rejecting me at this very moment terrifies me the most.”

    Fred closed the notepad and immediately turned away from you, folding his hands on the table. “Done.” he stated with his lips pursed together, not bringing himself to see your reaction after just confessing that he indeed fancied you.

    “That was … beautiful. You might actually beat Edgar Allan Poe if you pursued writing.” you tried to catch his eye but he wouldn’t budge. “Fred, please do look at me.”

    “No.” he answered immediately. “I-I had some time thinking about this and now that I’ve done it, I think I regretted doing it.” he spoke very fast.

    It seemed cruel, but you enjoyed seeing him all frantic and shy — because in your defense, it wasn’t everyday you would see Fred Weasley behaving this way. He was mostly so confident with his brother, the complete opposite of what he was showing you right now, and it made you reach out and place a hand over his.

    “Would it make you feel better if I told you I felt the same way?” You couldn’t help but tease, causing him to finally look at you.

    “Not funny, Y/N. You’re completely messing with my emotions and do you know how many times I’ve thought about telling you about this and now you’re —”

    You rolled your eyes, leaning in and pressing your lips onto his just to make him shut up, and also maybe because you’ve been meaning to do it for a long time now. It definitely did the trick though because Fred caught on and began to kiss you back, his hand soon resting on your cheek while his other one still intertwined with yours. When the both of you let go, Fred’s eyes looked like they were twinkling from delight.

    “What is it?” you asked, a goofy smile plastered on your mouth as well.

    “Nothing, I just — my brother and I didn’t really need the book, it was the plan I’ve been talking about in my poem, to give my chance a hand.” he repeated.

    “Wow.” you playfully slapped his arm with the borrowed book. “So meaning to say, all my efforts were put into nothing?”

    “Well, it did make you a rebel even a little bit, didn’t it?” he grinned. “And it did help this thing going on between us to evolve as well.”

    You pulled on your best confused face. “What thing?”

    “Hardy har har.” he sarcastically laughed and pulled you in for another passionate kiss, your laugh audible in between as you place your arm around his neck.

    Before the two of you could even decided to finally break free — realizing that you were still inside the Three Broomsticks — George Weasley came waltzing inside the pub and did a very loud gasp, enough to catch the attention of the other students to him.

    “I can’t believe it. It actually worked!”

    Fred groaned and turned to his brother who was now grinning like mad. “Shut up and go away, George.”

    But George was already fist bumping him, and despite Fred getting annoyed, he couldn’t help but put on a cocky and bragging grin on his face as he did so because finally, he got the girl.

Freckles, Flaws, and First Steps

Wow my title isn’t one word for once. This is a one-shot for the below prompt from @alexandrbello which I got a while ago. Sorry for just posting this now, my life has been w i l d. Hopefully you guys are glad to see some writing!

AU where lance had freckles but is ashamed of them so he hides them and then he runs out of whatever he covered himself with and anxiety, then keith comfort and klance, lots of klance please, thanks

You got it.


Lance had always been an outdoorsy kid.

It wasn’t surprising, considering how close his house was to the beach. Growing up, the ocean was practically part of his backyard.

No matter what, if Lance wasn’t at school or doing any number of chores, he could be found at the beach. Rain or shine, night and day, whatever the circumstance, no one could stand between him and the shore.

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Beautiful War

Part 1:

For all his years at camp halfblood keith had never questioned why lance wore a mask.

Of course when he first showed up he found it a little strange seeing a guy around his age wandering around the camp with a silver mask in a permanent  blank expression. But considering he had been given a ride on the back of a flaming lion he really didn’t question it at the time just putting it down as more weird Gods stuff.

Even after being claimed as a son of Ares and being at the camp for nearly three years now, keith still hadn’t seen Lance’s face.

Not even during meal times would he remove it, instead he would sit on the hermes table amongst the unclaimed kids with his hood up and mask on.

If Hunk hadn’t of told him over wise Keith would of assumed Lance didn’t actually eat at all.

Hunk was one of the few people he had seen Lance talk to, he would hang around the son of Hephaestus and chatter away for hours in the forg.

It was with Hunk that Keith actually heard the guy laugh and he was sure his heart stopped from the sound.

The entire forge fell silent and watched the masked boy laugh and laugh, unable to tear their attention away until the heavenly sound ended.

That was also the day that Keith began to question the mask.


“I tried asking him once when i was stuck in the infirmary after i broke my arm on the climbing wall.” Hunk explained as lance slept a little away from them.

The three of them had been sent on a quest to retrieve the stolen head of medusa from a demigod named Lotor who was supposedly the son of Hades.

They had spent days walking through the woods, following the celestial bronze tracker Hunk had created to find the head.

Lance had pretty much dropped from exhaustion and the other two followed quickly behind him. Though while Lance had fallen asleep straight away Hunk had prepared something to eat for himself and Keith.

That was when the subject of Lance’s mask came up.

“He said he got hurt before coming to camp and was told to always cover his face by his mom.”

“Why would his mom tell him to cover his face? I mean there’s plenty of kids with scars at camp.” Keith questioned.

“Dunno, but when a Goddess tells you to do something it’s usually a good idea to do as you’re told.” Hunk shrugged.

Keith’s expression morphed into one of confusion “i thought Lance was unclaimed.”

Hunk slowly shook his head “Nah he was claimed right before he came to camp, told us all as much but refused to tell anyone who his mom is. You can imagine everyone was suspicious, Alfor almost turned him away thinking he was some kind of monster in . But Coran stood up for him, taking full responsibility for watching him and well he’s been there ever since.”

Keith was quiet for a moment looking over Lance’s sleeping form…

Why would he hide who his mom is? Maybe it’s some minor goddess of something embarrassing like sewage and didn’t want anyone to know?

Keith was so deep in thought he didn’t realise they were being watched until a tall figure with long white hair walked out of the shadows with an army of skeletons behind him.

Before Keith could grab his sword or hunk his Axe, Lotor had picked up Lance by the throat and was holding a knife by his gut.

“One wrong move and i spill his gu- whys he wearing a mask?” Lotro asked looking from his captives to Lance.

He waved a hand over it and a smirk spread across his face “oh very clever little demigods, you’ve got yourself a mist mask. No mortals would question you wearing this little thing.” He chuckled.

It was a cold laugh that sent a cold sweat running down keith’s back. Lance was still fast asleep and completely vulnerable.

Then again so were they, the skellington’s had them surrounded and even if they didn’t then it wasn’t like they could fight a pile of bones, what in hell was he even meant to stab?

“Though i don’t understand why it appears so plain to me…? Lotor mumbled as he removed the mask.

Lotor dropped both mask and boy to the ground.

Hunk gasped and Keith froze as they saw it.

Lance’s face.

Keith had always imagined Lance’s face to be a gnarled and twisted ugly face with a hooked nose and crooked teeth.

However the face looking at them was the most beautiful thing he ever saw.

It was like an Godly light shone from his features causing his heart to twist painfully in his chest from the intense longing that just looking at him caused.

Keith was so mesmerised that he almost didn’t notice the long burn scar that covered the side of his face covering the left corner of his forehead and his cheek.

That one flaw was the only thing keeping both Keith and Hunk from weeping at his beauty.

Not Lotor however.

Lance made a small groaning nose as he woke up looking around only to jump in surprise at the sight of Lotor standing over him.

Lance scrambled back as Lotor crouched down to touch his face.

It was then that Lance realised his mask was gone and really began to panic. “DON’T LOOK!” he screamed covering his face.

And with that the trance was broken and they could think again.

“W-what happened?” Keith stuttered feeling as though he had just woken up from a long sleep.

“Lance!” Hunk called as Lotor threw his coat over him and had skellington’s hold him high  their heads.

“Change of plans, you can have the head of Medusa. It’s in a cave east of here. I’ve got a much greater prize.” Lotor smirked as he gestured for a skellington to come closer “Tell the boss that i shall be returning with the child of Mesperyian.”

“No! STOP!” Keith yelled running forwards trying to grab them only to have his fingers fall through the shadows and he tumbled to the ground.

“I don’t understand…” Hunk sobbed terrified for his best friend “Lance can’t be her son… he just can’t be!”

Keith looked over his shoulder at him, fists clenched so tightly his nails drew blood “Who is Mesperyian.”

thegrimreaver  asked:

zimbits. “Less homicidal thoughts about your annoying coworker right now, please. I’m in a meeting over here.” pLEASE

Charlie asked for this about 30 years ago but I’m just getting around to it now. It’s prompt from this list. 


If he thinks I’m going to let a single tart anywhere near his ruinous Trump-sized hands he’s got another thing coming. Actually, no. He can have as many tarts as he wants. Kill ‘em with kindness, and arsenic worked into the whipped cream. I’d have to add more vanilla to balance it out but–

If Jack wasn’t in a sponsorship meeting, he would be inclined to promptly bash his head into the wood of the table. It had been like this for a few weeks ago, a voice filtering in at the most inopportune times, going on diatribes against who he was presuming was the voice’s coworker (”–even the way he counts out change is annoying. The Lord is testing me. We should’ve kept the antique register, it would have hurt more when I ‘accidentally’ shut the drawer on his fingers that he just licked to count out the bills. Yes, I would LOVE my spit covered change. THANK YOU.”)

Unfortunately, Jack thought it was unlikely that NIKE would appreciate their new brand ambassador actively giving himself a concussion, so he shot the representative across the table a smile and nodded to whatever was being said before reverting back inside his head.

As ambitious as your assassination attempt is, if you could keep it to yourself I would appreciate it.

There wasn’t even a moments pause before he got his reply.

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S2E8 - Ending Review

Okay, so I know after Camp Camp Season 2 Episode 8 everyone is freaking out over Max and Mr.Honeynuts, cause it’s his comfort stuffed animal and Gwen bullies him with (newsflash, he’s 10 he’s bound to have a stuffed animal, and he deserved what Gwen did) - which I feel is shitty cause nobody really is noticing how big of an episode it is for Gwen and David’s development. 

So, let me break down my favorite scene.

And that is this one. 

It is so damn important. 

Why’s that? It’s because it finally shows Gwen’s breaking point- the moment she realizes she’s never going to leave Camp Campbell and that her life has reached a rock-bottom. It’s the realization that a grown woman became a 10 year old’s bitch to get him a teddy bear to save her from losing a shitty job she doesn’t even want, which was all in vain cause David still found out.

But how does David approach it? Well, if this same situation had happened in season 1, I can give you a rough idea. He would appalled that Gwen would want to leave, not understanding her distaste for the camp and even being offended by it personally. Or, if it had been during episode 6, he probably wouldn’t even bat an eye because it’s one less counselor for competition. He was obsessed with being the best. More of this flaw was exploited masterfully by my garbage friend @ciphernetics which you can read here.



But no. What does he do? He builds her up. David sits there and floods her with compliments, explaining in great detail all she’s done for the camp, how she’s handled situations, how she’s dealt with others, etc. David does something selfless- which is putting her before him. I’ve never seen him do this before. He’s usually quite literally shoving her out of the picture, or waving her off as not important. Even in “Better Than You” he breaks out into song over how much more qualified he is than Daniel in an attempt to scare him away so he can remain the best counselor- and that’s pretty dick-ish, given that he was completely unaware of the circumstances of him being batshit insane.

(The look David is giving her is so pure)

But he values her help. David obviously looks up to her and appreciates everything she does, even if it comes off to Gwen in a threatening way that makes her afraid of quitting or letting him know that she’s searching for a different job. But he reassures her, dispels her anxiety even if it’s for a brief moment, and he focuses on making sure she’s comfortable.

And you know what Gwen does for once? She feels confident in herself for once. In her abilities as a counselor and for her qualification for another job. All this time she spent at Camp Campbell, she’s gotten shit for her degrees and wasted time attempting to help only to be called “the fucking worst”. That’s awful for anyone to endure, and I’m not surprised she lost it when she did. Being constantly underappreciated and overlooked wears down the psyche, especially when she’s shown to give a shit every once and a while. Although she’s absent-minded, she does show care where it needs to be shown. Even though it’s played as a joke that she doesn’t give a rat’s ass about the camp as shown when it reveals she was completely unaware of the Woodscouts invading- she was visibly concerned by it afterwards. She can’t help that she tunes things out- I would too if I was getting bombarded with insults 24/7. Gwen is the only one that tends to David when he’s hurt, and she rushes to check on the campers whenever something happens. David’s far from perfect, and if he didn’t spend most of the first season shutting her out, she could’ve easily been a better counselor than him.

(Look at this child with her newly instilled confidence in herself)

So, how does she approach things after David’s pep-talk. She get’s up and tries again. Even though her entire character was written out to be the polar opposite of David- not giving a shit and bailing if things get too hard, she actually goes out and tries again.

Even though she failed at the very end of the episode, I really hope that this scene allows Gwen to open up a bit more. In every episode she only has a few lines, most of which are quickly made fun of or shut down by other campers/David or just provided to be pessimistic.

I think Gwen will eventually learn to love Camp Campbell, not for the reasons David does, but for her own personal ones that she’d probably never admit to. I mean, let’s put it in perspective. During every single job interview she had in the episode nobody remembered her name. At least at Camp Campbell they know who she is and value her presence. Gwen would be guaranteed to be 10x more miserable at a place that treats her even worse than Camp Campbell does- plus I don’t think she has a choice in staying or not. 

I’d love to see her and David working more as a team, and both being big roles in the show, not just having the spotlight on David all the time. Hopefully now that David is becoming more self-less and Gwen is being brought up rather than down, they’ll click better. But, I do say that this was some masterfully written character development on both ends.

[Bonus things I thought were cute]

Gwen… I know Max completely deserved it… But weren’t you the one defending Jermy Fartz to try and stop the campers from bullying him?

I’m speechless… SHE LEBRON’D HIM. 

She was so focused on what David had to say she shoved Max away so he couldn’t interrupt him. This display is the most we’ve ever seen Gwen care about what David had to say- even after 20 episodes.


Gwen is also picking up some bad David tendencies (pushing, making fun of campers, etc) and it’s adorable.

— INNOCENCE

PAIRING: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers au, internet friends au, university au

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 4k

A/N: i am taking requests rn so thank you for submitting one!! this is too cute i absolutely loved it and definitely got carried away while writing it:))))

SUMMARY: Despite the numerous teasings, you were remained oblivious when it came to Jungkook’s crush.

MASTERLIST || BE ACTIVE!

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@pinkpieeg said: Are you taking request right now? Sorry if not. Can u do a Jungkook one shot that he is finally meeting his online friend that he knew for 2 years & he developed feelings for her.

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“Welcome to Seoul~!”

You became acquainted with Jungkook through Taehyung, who was your childhood friend whose house neighbored yours. Often, you and Taehyung would find yourselves in trouble due to his many mischievous ideas that always resulted in being scolded. Despite the torture he put you through, the many nicknames he addressed you by because of your short stature and young age, Taehyung was the reason why your childhood was eventful and full of joyous moments. Taehyung was the person you would call at night when the bickering of your parents got too severe; he would wait outside your window for you. Tae was the first person you told what grade you received on your final exam, and he would be proud of you either way. Taehyung had always been there for you, so whenever he requested a favor in return, you had to accept. That so called “favor” would result in two years of laughter as you studied in America.

You first met Jungkook whenever Taehyung was introducing you to the members of BTS, the group he was going to debut with. You and Jungkook were the exact same age, yet so different in multiple ways. He was childish and attempting to simply get through school to focus on BTS, while you were at the top of everyone at your school, and planning on graduating early. You had been mature since your parents’ fights began, which explained why you primarily maintained the many chores located throughout the house that your father, the parent who spent the majority of his time home, did not care for. Jungkook seemed so immature at the time, and you did not understand how someone so wild and carefree was going to last in the spotlight with his bold and childlike personality.

Despite your childhood, you graduated early and planned on attending a local community college so that you were given the opportunity to stay close to Tae. When your best friend discovered said plans, he asked you to complete a favor for him; that favor just so happened to lead you almost six thousand miles away from his voice and presence. He had requested you to attend university in Los Angeles, California, where a private and challenging college accepted your résumé. Although you disliked the thought of being so far from home, you moved across the world to pursue Tae’s dreams that quickly became your own. You cried when your plane was boarding, expressing feelings of regret as Taehyung wished you luck and stated that he would be waiting in Seoul for your return. You would discover later that Taehyung sobbed the entire trip back to the dorms, wishing he had never suggested the thought.

Your first few months were an overall detriment to your health, having had no friends at the time and feeling utterly alone. But soon you became acquainted with a few students located in your dormitory, and they accepted you with all of your flaws. Frequently, you would find yourself off campus exploring the city with those friends, becoming better at being so far from home than you ever anticipated. You would often post online about your adventures which spanned from attending a class in clothes that did not belong to you, to eating at a diner with friends. You kept your promise to contact Taehyung every night in some way, frequently sitting on your bed awaiting him to answer your video chat call. One night, rather than Tae, Jungkook answered that call confused and grouchy. Turns out, you had interrupted his nap, and he was not happy with you the slightest bit.

Now there you were, standing in the airport hugging your childhood neighbor en route to surprise Jungkook, your best friend.

“Are you nervous?” Taehyung grinned warmly as he lugged your suitcase around effortlessly, acting as if the heavy thing did not phase him the slightest bit.  You nodded, smiling as you stayed close to Taehyung to avoid the circus-like crowd that surrounded you.  You had never been a fan of large groups, which explained why you rarely attended Taehyung’s concerts even when you were still residing in Seoul.  You would much rather stay home and watch the livestreams, cheering from your room and posting messages for the others doing the same as you, to see.  Taehyung did not mind, understanding that you would be by his side for every important event that he needed someone like you to attend. “The boys are stoked to see you; Jungkook is beginning to question what the commotion is about.”

You laughed, “Is he suspicious at all?” Taehyung would shake his head, not responding as you clutched tightly onto his arm as the crowd only worsened as he lead you outside of the airport.  He had not been spotted on his way, but someone present in the airport had shared a picture of him waiting and complete chaos broke out.  Fans are well aware that you are simply Tae’s close friend, but that does not stop them from messaging you words of hatred and jealousy.  For the most part, you ignore their remarks and focus on the grand picture, which is completing the last year of university so that you can permanently return to Seoul.  A squeal escaped your lips as someone pushed into you, attempting to get closer to Taehyung without having realized that you were attached to him.

Luckily, the Daegu boy who you loved dearly was not going to watch his friend being pushed around. Taehyung would securely wrap his arm around you, pushing through the crowd which gave the hint to the cheery fans that he had somewhere to be, and respectively, the crowd swarmed away. You were in shock of how mature and calm the many fans seemed, wishing the both of you a safe ride home and to enjoy your trip. You would not realize why they had acted so kindly until Taehyung mentioned how scared and intimidated you appeared when surrounded by the horde of others you were not acquainted with.

“Hide in here; I will tell Jungkook that I need to talk to him in private about something which he will expect to be surrounding Jin’s upcoming birthday, but in reality you will be here!” Hoseok grinned warmly while explaining what the boys had planned. You nodded in response, watching as Hoseok was quickly whisked away into a random conversation occurring outside of the office. You allowed a quiet sigh to escape your lips, your heart pounding speedily in your chest as you awaited the moment when you would be reunited with Jungkook; this time much different from the others. You struggled between the idea of sitting or standing, hiding or standing in plain sight. After all, the memory that would soon be cherished for a lifetime needed to be perfect, and you worried that all of the preparations would go to waste if you disappointed the boys. You listened carefully as Yoongi spoke of the dinner Jin had concocted, sneakily stating that there was an extra serving. You in the end would come to the conclusion that despite where you stood Jungkook would be happy, so you continued to pace around the room.

The minutes appeared as if they lasted a lifetime, and you wondered if the boys would actually surprise Jungkook or leave you in the office forever. You tugged at the end of your hoodie that matched Jungkook’s, pondering if your attire was too casual. You were still dressed in comfortable clothing that was fit for the torturous flight you had been on merely an hour ago. Jungkook was likely to be residing in an outfit way more extravagant than your own, and the thought did not bother you being that he always seemed to outdo you. Rarely you attempted to challenge his appearance and competitive personality. You ran your hand through your hair as you peered around the studio, noticing a few things that you had only observed through a computer screen. The studio housed songs that are now played internationally, and you grinned while reminding yourself how lucky you were.

After an eternity of waiting, you finally heard Hoseok request to talk to Jungkook, who sounded awkward and completely out of place. You believed that he was not used to being called out in the middle of dinner, which would make sense due to the boys all typically staying in their seats once they had taken them. You placed your hands on top of your chest, making an effort to calm your nerves that had suddenly crashed upon you with the realization that Jungkook would be standing feet away from you rather than thousands of miles. Your heart would suddenly pick up the pace more than it had that entire trip, and you froze observing the doorknob attached to the door separating you from Jungkook as it began to turn. You would cover your mouth with your hands and lack words as a whole as Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“Y/N!” Jungkook shouted cheerily, facing the boys once again who stood crowding around him to watch his reaction. Jungkook stood at a loss for words as he struggled to find an expression that would reveal how ecstatic he felt. Hoseok would be the one to break the laughter and bring words to the situation, chuckling while stating that friends hug one another when they are reunited. Jungkook would smile, his cheeks reddening as he nodded before agreeing and walking over to you with his bunny grin. You would also be blushing, covering the majority of your face as Jungkook tightly wrapped his arms around you. Due to the height difference, Jungkook would be making remarks based off how your online presence makes it appear as if you are taller than reality. He was simply attempting to cover up the awkward energy the both of you shared despite being best friends.

“Was this your idea?” Jungkook questioned, your bodies separating. You understood that a less tense hug would occur once you were not being watched by the members. You would glance in the direction of the others, noticing how they all stood wearing giddy smiles.

“The vast majority, but the boys helped me phenomenally. None of this would have been possible if Taehyung hadn’t encouraged me to work more hours to afford a plane ticket, and if the older boys did not send me your schedule. I just so happened to be the lucky one who gets to be home with you guys instead of stressing over work and being locked in my dorm,” you smiled, and the boys all cooed excitedly. You were not good at expressing yourself audibly, so stating your appreciation and joy easily caused a ruckus to begin throughout the audience observing your movements.

“So cute~!” Taehyung squealed before Jin took ahold of his arm.

“Yes, and since this is their first time interacting face to face as best friends, we must allow them to talk to one another in private. Dinner is getting cold, so if we must, let us go eat so they may converse!” Jin grinned and nodded at Jungkook before you, leading all of the boys outside of the office. You frequently pondered what you would express to Jungkook in person when it was just the two of you, but in the actual situation you were at a loss for words. You giggled while using one of your hands to cover the lower half of your face, feeling slightly embarrassed in the presence of Jungkook with the door closed. The room was soundproof, which meant you could say anything you wished and no one else would discover it unless you told them. You just simply did not know how to state those words you could not say in front of the others.

“Shall I begin?” Jungkook chuckled, sneakily wiping the palms of his hands on his jeans which helped you realize that he was just as nervous. You giggled and nodded, not mentioning the action he had done knowing it would build the wall of tension higher. Jungkook took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours which felt more comfortable than any other thing that had happened throughout the day. You smiled while removing your hand that protected you, placing your hands in front of you shyly. “I am overwhelmed, but overjoyed that you are here, right in front of me. It is crazy that I can physically touch you rather than a computer screen. I promise to ensure that this trip is the best visit home ever, and I will make sure of it!”

Jungkook continued, “thank you.  For more than just surprising me here; you helped me realize that distance does not make a friendship, that dedication and devotion do.  That actions speak more than words; for example, whenever I text you sorry for not making our tradition video call, calling you and apologizing means more than that text. Thank you for making me feel more confident in just about everything; nobody compliments me nearly as many times as you do.” You laughed, your cheeks slightly reddening as you nodded. The room was becoming more easygoing as Jungkook spoke, which helped with a lot of your nerves. “I love you endlessly, and I cannot express that enough. I apologize for being so inconsiderate lately, I was not aware that you were planning on spending your break with me rather than in another country. I would have been more loving if I knew said fact.”

You laughed, Jungkook holding out his arms once more and waddling over to you. His personality remained the same, which reminded you that he understands you. Jungkook comfortably wrapped his arms around you, not letting you go so swiftly like he had earlier. You smiled, hiding your face in his chest as you clutched onto the fabric of his loose shirt. Jungkook’s hand moved up and down your back, which eased the rest of your tension, leaving you calm rather than anxious. You shyly removed your body from Jungkook’s, watching as his eyes squinted up at your reaction. You had guy friends back in California, and you obviously did when you were younger and still residing in Seoul, but Jungkook was completely different and you did not fully comprehend why. You tried to remind yourself he is just a normal friend, but your mind desired to think otherwise.

“Jungkookie,” you breathed, smiling as your eyes met his after you peered down at your hands. You heard the chaos of the boys occurring just outside the studio door, which was nice because you knew they were not listening to whatever you had to say. You took a deep breath and Jungkook chuckled. “Time zones will be our biggest hurdle for the next year, but hopefully the time will pass quickly and soon I will be here permanently. I understand that you will not, however, being that you live a life that is based on traveling and expressing yourself through music. Hopefully on those trips like you have in the past, you will not forget me and simply strive to see me again. I want to thank you for not yelling at me to leave due to not being able to contact you as often.”

“You were fearing that?” Jungkook’s eyes widened, and you embarrassingly covered your face with your hands while nodding. Jungkook chuckled while standing without knowing how to reply, the thought being more unimaginable than you had expected. Jungkook took ahold of your wrists, gently tugging at them to remove your hands from your face that he admired. He smiled, peering into your eyes while making sure you did not gaze away. At the time, he despised the thought of you thinking otherwise. “I understand that you are busy and a student, so there is no reason to ever believe I would not accept your visit. Plus it would be rude of me to being that you spent money on coming here. Just a little insight, I am going to spoil you while you are here because you deserve it for putting up with me and the hyungs. Even if you disagree—“

“Jungkook, no~!” You whined, disliking the idea of Jungkook spending money on you. He had done enough in your opinion, and you did not favor the thought of him doing anything more than what he does currently. Jungkook chuckled, his heart beginning to beat unsteadily as you clearly did not enjoy his idea of treating you. He chuckled as you grabbed the fabric of his shirt, tugging at it lightly to show that you were serious about how you were not going to comply to his idea. “I brought plenty of money and I saved for a long time; you do not need to buy me anything!”

Jungkook smiled, “people who enjoy someone’s company need to pay for whatever the other wishes.”

Time passed quickly the first night you spent with the boys, and you found yourself ecstatic to spend two weeks with them rather than locked in your dorm. You bonded with Namjoon during dinner over your love for trivia, and with Jin over cooking. Dinner was spent simply getting more familiar with the members you were not too knowledgable about, which was a lot less awkward than you first anticipated. You sat between Taehyung and Jungkook, both of them adding a lot of jokes into the conversation. Taehyung told the story of you being terrified of the amount of fans present at the airport, and all of the boys cooed instead of laughing. They were all together a lot more friendly than anyone would expect, and they all offered to spend their nights in someone else’s room so you could have your own. When it came to discussing where you would be sleeping, you had no clue being that you never pondered that. When you suggested getting a hotel room Taehyung was strictly against it, and now you were shyly allowing the boys to bicker over who you were staying with in which room.

“She came here to see Jungkook primarily, so they should stay in the same room!” Yoongi laughed and the boys all stopped shouting and silently agreed. You faced Jin to thank him for probably the eighth time for the dinner he prepared, and Jin squinted his eyes at you and shook his head. He was not in favor for all of the compliments, although you truly meant them being that you had not had authentic Korean food in months. You grinned faintly at nodded, and that was when you remembered that you had a present for each of the boys. You were going to spend two weeks with them, so you felt obliged to thank them in some way. Of course you did not know the others well, but Jungkook unknowingly helped you get an idea of their likings.

“I have gifts for you,” you stated, and all attention was directed to you. You excused yourself from the table before walking over to your suitcase and opening it to grab the small presents sprawled across the top layer. Smiling as you turned on your heel, the boys realized that there were exactly seven and began cheering. Your cheeks reddened as you passed out each of the presents, receiving a meaningful thank you from each of the boys. You took your seat again, and Jungkook nudged you before speaking.

“Are these specific to our beings or do we all get the same thing?” Jungkook chuckled, and you rolled your eyes at his question. You had always been impatient, and you understood he was only asking so that you would get annoyed. Jungkook laughed at the glare you sent him, thanking you once more before unwrapping the gift.

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“Do I look cute?” Jungkook giggled as you adjusted the wire glasses you had gifted him on his nose.  You shyly giggled and nodded, Jungkook’s eyes locked on yours.  You were sure the rest of the boys had fallen asleep by now, but due to your jet lag you struggled.  Jungkook just so happened to decide to stay up with you rather than sleeping.  “That is my main objective — looking cute for you.  Thank you for the gift, surprising me here, and ignoring me during dinner.” Jungkook chuckled, winking at you.  You covered your mouth, feeling embarrassed for both you and Jungkook.  You were aware that you were not completely focusing on Jungkook and speaking to the hyung line, but Jungkook acted as if it did not bother him.  If you would have known before that he would have gotten so jealous, you would have added him to the conversation.

“Sorry Kookie, I did not know you were the jealous type,” you giggled, and Jungkook shrugged.  He did not seem too affected by you ignoring him, but you understood that you did come home to spend time with him rather than the others.  Your eyes met Jungkook’s once again, and you noticed how his had not moved away from you.  You felt a blush appearing on your cheeks, and Jungkook grinned while resting his chin on his elbow.  You both sat on his bed facing one another, and it was a bit weird at first being that the only ever boy who you had slept in the same room with was Taehyung.  In fact, you were inexperienced in a lot of ways, and Jungkook slightly intimidated you because you knew that he was not.  You grinned before speaking, “Stop staring, it is rude.  Nobody likes someone staring at them.”

“I can not help it!  When I see something beautiful my eyes lock in place.”

“Jungkookie!” You whined, hunching over and covering your face with your hands.  Jungkook often did compliment you, but in person it was completely different.  When it came to talking over video chat, you could focus the camera on something rather than you, but in person there was no running.  Jungkook chuckled gleefully, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.  You did not know how to respond in a situation in which your best friend complimented you like you were more.  You were positive your face was completely red by this point, caused by his compliment and possible flirting. You did not even know if he was flirting; you had never experienced it, or at least you never cared to listen or pay attention. “Jungkookie you can not do this to me!”

“I have been trying to send you hints all day,” Jungkook stated and your eyes widened. You sat up straight, and Jungkook adjusted your hair so it did not cover your face. His cheeks were lightly flushed, and you could not help but smile due to how adorable Jungkook appeared. He removed his hands from you once he was done, placing them in front of him. You bit your tongue as Jungkook continued what you assumed was his confession. “The boys all stood at the door because I told them that whenever you would visit that I would state my feelings. Jin made them leave because he saw how tense we both were, and he understands. I said a hint that you did not understand! At dinner I was jealous because the other boys were making you smile and laugh the way that I do. Now I am just speaking out my feelings because you did not get anything.”

“I feel like an idiot.”

“A cute idiot who is so innocent that they can not comprehend my advances,” Jungkook smiled.

MASTERLIST || BE ACTIVE!

Camp food

“Nichole, that’s not how a lady sits” the girl’s mother didn’t even look up from her book. It was as if she could simply feel the bad posture.

Nikki tried her best not to groan and sat straight up.

“Feet flat on the floor.”

She shifted her position so that she was no longer sitting on her feet, and they dangled just above the floor.

“Feet flat ON the floor. If they dangle, you’ll just kick your feet like you always do.”

Nikki scooted a bit forward so that her feet could reach the ground. It was taking everything in her power to not just inhale her meal and run off to go play.

But now there was a new problem, her right leg was shaking.

This wasn’t a new problem for Nikki, she used to claim it meant it was happy, but her mom told her that it was disruptive and needed to stop. She made a conscious effort to try and will her leg to stop, but it kept shaking as if dancing to a song no one else could hear.

Her mother simply looked up. That slight, almost unnoticeable motion was enough to make Nikki freeze in place.

“This is a dinner table, not a jungle gym. You can play when you’re finished Nichole.”

“I’m sorry mom…”

“If you’re sorry then fix it.” Nikki nodded and stepped on her right foot with her left. Her feet weren’t flat on the ground, but at least her leg wasn’t shaking.

She hadn’t even touched her food.

It wasn’t that her mom wasn’t a good cook, she was great, but every dinner was an exercise in remembering how to eat. It took years just to get which utensils go on which side of the plate. Nikki didn’t see the point, nor did she understand why you even needed more than one fork. They’re all forks, and she has two perfectly good hands anyway, no utensils needed.

She’d never actually try that though, at least not with her mom right there.

“Nichole, stop picking.” She froze again, she didn’t even realize she had been picking. Looking down, one of the scabs on her arm was bleeding. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, Nikki was always playing with or picking at things, be it loose thread, one of her many bandaids, or the wounds they cover. It got especially bad when she was nervous.

“Hey mom? I’m not really super hungry.”

“Put plastic wrap on it and put it in the fridge, we’ll try again later.” This always happened. She was beginning to forget what warm food tasted like. At least not warm food that hadn’t been microwaved only to go back in the fridge without having a bite taken out of it.

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“Camp?” Nikki looked up from the sand box. She wanted to dig for pirate treasure other places but she didn’t get yelled out when she dug here.

“Yes, I was thinking of sending you to a summer camp,” the woman smiled slightly seeing her daughter’s excitement.

“Like outside? In nature?”

“Absolutely. I think it’ll be just what you need.”

“Will it have fun games and adventures?! Can I wrestle bears and befriend wolves and make new friends?”

“You can do… some of those things, yes.”

“Thank-you thank-you THANK-YOU” Nikki jumped up and hugged her mom’s leg. “What’s it’s name? Where’s it at?”

“The sleepy pines. They’re called the flower scouts.”

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The first week hazing had been bad, but Nikki took it in stride, initiations were always like this on TV. She was tough though and while these girls were… well girly, Nikki wanted to be their friends more than anything. This was her chance to go to camp and make friends and go on adventures with them. She didn’t want to blow this.

The second week was worse, they stopped being friendly all-together. They started calling her things like “weirdo”, “freak”, “disgusting”, they made it a game to get up and move when she’d try to sit with them. What’s worse, they’d give the same treatment to everyone who tried to be nice to her. It wasn’t long before the whole camp avoided her like a plague. She started to feel like that’s what she actually was.

Why wasn’t she normal? If she was, then her mom wouldn’t be so disappointed in her. If she was, these girls would want to be friend. If she was, then she wouldn’t feel so lonely.

The final straw was something simple. She was sitting alone for dinner, like she always did. She didn’t have to worry about eating a certain way, it’s not like using forty forks like her mom told her would suddenly make everyone give her another chance. The food was delicious too, these camp chefs were apparently hired from France. Still, it felt so lonely.

“Ew, she’s peeling her scabs!” Nikki was brought back from her daydreams by the entire mess hall pointing and staring. Some of them even took out phones to take pictures.

“She’s such a fucking freak!”

“Do you think she eats them?”

“Probably, it’s like she’s not even human.”

“She’s probably not, she’s an ugly rat.”

“Eww, what if she has bugs?”

Nikki felt like a trapped animal, which is exactly what they thought she was. She backed a couple paces away from the table before running out of the cafeteria, tears forming in her eyes.

It didn’t take her long to flag down a counselor and ask to use a phone.

“Hello? Residence of doctor-”

“Mom?”

“Nichole? Are you calling from camp?”

“I…” she sniffed, “I wanna go home! I don’t like the flower scouts! They don’t do adventures or even go into the woods! A-and they’re mean and I don’t wanna be a flower scout, I wanna be a Nikki.”

There was a long sigh on the other side, “Are you sure you can’t stick out for a couple months?”

“N-none of them like me, they think I’m we-e-e-eird.” She sobbed, and wiped her nose with her sleeve.

“Sweetie, this wouldn’t happen if you just acted like a lady” Then the realization hit Nikki, she sent her there to try and change her, she wanted her daughter to act like these mean kids.

She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. “I wanna go home.”

“…are you sure?”

“Mmhm.” She sniffed

“Alright, I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“…okay. I love you.” She was answered with a repeated beeping, indicating her mom had hung up.

–**–

The mess hall was… well a mess. Max had convinced Space kid that the astronauts ate toothpaste and now there’s mint scented vomit all over that table. Nerris, having witnessed that, failed her constitution saving throw and lost her lunch as well. Then David, walking in without a care in the world, slipped on it and ate shit.

Max was basking in the situation he created, trying to get a handle on his hysterical laughter. Neil completely lost his appetite and pushed his tray away. Nikki hadn’t really noticed any of it, she was just scarfing down her food, completely spaced out.

Max snapped in front of her, “Nik, are you even seeing this?”

“Huh what? That’s a lotta barf.”

“Not the barf, well yeah the barf, but I meant David. He nearly fucking faceplanted in it!” Max laughed even harder when he noticed how much Neil was gagging. Nikki smiled more.

“Sorry I was out of it,” she said. “I was eating.”

“How can you eat this shit anyway? It’s not even real food.” He’s right, it couldn’t compare to home cooked meal, and especially not something made by professional chefs. But sitting here in perched frog on Lilly pad position, with her right leg shaking away, between her two best friends who, while flawed, love her for who she is and not despite it… she couldn’t ask for a better dinner.

“I dunno, it’s just good.”

“Whatever Nikki.” That’s right, she wasn’t Nichole, she wasn’t a flower scout. She was Nikki, and she was where she belonged.

WHAT ARE QUEENS COMPARED TO A GODDESS?

Request by Anonymous: “I think a Steve x plus size reader would be nice”

A/N: Thanks for your impute/ request!  After writing this, I actually would like to write a fic about an underweight!reader x Bucky.  Also, I think you should listen to this song by Mary Lambert before you read. Enjoy all my beautiful readers!

Steve x plussize!reader

Word count: 2227 (way longer than I anticipated)

Summary:  When (Y/N) is feeling insecure, she stops acting like herself.  Steve always takes notice.

Warnings: self-hate, self-depreciation, angst, sad reader, fluffy ending!

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don't || stiles stilinski

word count: 4755

warnings: angst

prompt: based on 1x07 (Night School)

author’s note: i just want to thank @themadkingx for proof-reading this for me! i’ve been talking to her for a couple of days and she’s so sweet! also thank you @sarcasticallystilinski for the gif! (not my gif)

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Melodramatic, But It Turns Me On

summary: teenage!phan are at a sleepover and begin to have a bit of fun with the sex dices they’d found earlier that evening. 

warnings: smut (kinda)

words: 5.3k

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I was gonna write more of illaks but apparently a weird 1am idea took priority and now . idk what this is laugHs oops

Im so tired I cant even think straight im sorry if the majority of this makes 0 sense I need 2 have a nap

This is probably the closest yall will ever get to me attempting smut lol appreciate it while u can x x

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Phil’s always felt weirdly privileged to share Dan’s bed whenever he sleeps over.

It’s not like it’s anything he’s a stranger to – quite the opposite really, but out of everyone, Phil’s the only one Dan will actually let in his bed on account of the fact he can actually have a decent night’s sleep without Phil taking all the duvet or accidentally rolling over and pushing him off the bed. That’s Kyle’s trick – explaining why he’s down there whilst his marginally less irritating best friend is up here under his duvet, sharing his mattress. It’s nice sleeping with the knowledge he won’t wake up either freezing cold or on the floor.

Phil’s used to them being the last ones awake – having been friends with a bunch of total fucking lightweights for the best part of three years, it’s become the norm for the rest of them to be down there, asleep. They’re wrapped up in empty sleeping bags and spare duvets whilst the only two who can actually handle their drink are lying side-by-side, a cut above the sea of empty bottles and shot glasses littering Dan’s floor. They’d passed out about half an hour ago, leaving the two slightly tipsy teenagers still giggling over what had been a contribution to the night’s entertainment along with the heated games of ‘never have I ever’ and one too many Malibu shots.

“Does this not feel weird to you?” Dan’s eyebrow quirks in Phil’s direction as he holds the two small wooden cubes in his hand. “I feel-… it feels- I don’t know- gross, kind-of,” he huffs out a chuckle.

“Why would-…” he squints in the darkness, “-… lick-… elbow-… feel weird to me?” he replies, a threat of sarcasm in his tone.

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anonymous asked:

Any headcanons for the boys (w/ or w/o Sora) for movie nights?

Remember when I said I was almost done with a headcanon post, but my computer crashed and I lost all of my work?

IT WAS THIS ONE

What fine ingredients has my shitpost lost to the computer crashing and my horrible memory? What memes will never see the light of day because I forgot about them? Who knows…? I’ll try to make this post again. IT’LL BE EVEN BETTER THIS TIME!!!

Gladio

    • Oh my GOD starting off at this first bullet point AGAIN really sucked the wind from my sails… Really gotta do this all over again, huh?
      • OKAY DESTINY YOU GOT THIS C’MON
    • Likes to munch on salty and sweet snacks during the movie. Chocolate-covered pretzels or potato chips, caramel popcorn– those are all winners in Gladio’s book
    • 115% the person who talks during the movie… to point out all of its flaws. (It’s very annoying.)
      • Gladio: “Yeah, that thing’s fake, no question about it”
        • Ignis: “Seeing as how it’s an anthropomorphic chicken… I should hope so”
        • Sora: “I made friends with an anthropomorphic chicken once”
        • Gladio:
        • Ignis:
        • Prompto:
        • Noctis:
        • Sora: “He blew things up with rockets. It was frickin’ rad”
      • Gladio: “Why didn’t [this character] just do [that action]?”
        • Prompto: “Duh, because then the movie would be over! It’s only been 15 minutes, dude”
        • Noctis: “Which would be okay with me tbh… this movie lowkey sucks”
    • Will watch pretty much everything. 
      • Deeply appreciates action movies and admires the hard work of the stunt team and fight choreographers. 
      • Likes romance movies, but NOT romantic comedies!
      • LAUGHS SO HARD AT HORROR MOVIES! DOESN’T MATTER HOW GORY OR GRAPHIC THEY GET!
        • It kind of scares the guys tbh
      • One of Those “The Book Was Better” People
    • Starts out movie night at one end of the couch… but slowly spreads out until he’s hogging all of the space >:O

Ignis

    • Not much of a snacking guy, but if he ate anything during movie night, it would probably be some manner of baked good
    • 115% the person who falls asleep during the movie… Doesn’t matter how loud the explosions are, doesn’t matter how high-pitched the screams get… this poor guy needs a Nap
      • Half of the time ends up falling over onto Gladio and sleeping against his shoulder
        • Ask Prompto for pictures, they’re frickin’ adorable
        • Ignis does drool in his sleep though so there’s that
    • Lets the other boys pick the movie
      • Pays more attention to films as an art form rather than as entertainment
        • Appreciates creative shots, realistic dialogue, and good scores
          • LOVES MOVIE SCORES
            • Even has some video game scores that he picked up after hearing the music waft to the kitchen while he cooked Noctis dinner
      • WILL NEVER LAUGH AT A MOVIE. LIKE. EVER.
      • Maybe don’t watch mystery thrillers with Ignis… he will call out who the killer is 10 minutes into the movie and ruin the twist ending…
    • Probably the best person to share a couch with tbh… he stays in one place pretty much the whole night

Noctis

    • Give him everything. Popcorn. Candy. Chips and dip. Fresh chocolate chip cookies. He will eat it all
    • 115% the person who gets Way Too Absorbed into the movie… it’s like he blanks out and can only focus on what’s happening on the screen
      • The Prince of Escapism
    • CRIES WHEN THE DOG DIES BUT HIDES IT
    • Please don’t watch documentaries with this kid because the chances are you’ll end up with two sleeping Chocobros on your hands
      • It is kind of funny to see his reactions to documentaries about the Lucis Caelum family history though hahaha
    • It is guaranteed that Noctis will put his feet up on Someone before the end of the night… If you’re sitting close to Noct on the couch, don’t be surprised when you become furniture

Prompto

    • CANDY! GIVE HIM CANDY!
      • This is a bit of a tangent but Prompto Middle Name Argentum is That Person who wears a poofy hoodie to the movie theaters to hide all of the snacks and drinks.
        • Gets so nervous about getting caught every time though it’s actually pretty cute
    • 115% the person to get… bored…
      • You’d think Prompto would be all over superhero movies, right?
        • NOT SO
          • Prompto: “Why in the name of the finest Cheeto dust is this movie two hours and ten minutes long”
            • Noctis: “I guess that’s how long they needed to establish this in the bigger universe and–”
            • Prompto: “WHY IS IT TWO HOURS AND TEN MINUTES LONG”
            • Prompto: “Just make them punch each other a couple times and let me go home!!!”
      • Will usually end up on his phone by the end of the movie
        • WITH THE SOUND ON
          • PROMPTO THAT IS SO INCONSIDERATE
    • CRIES WHEN THE DOG DIES AND DOESN’T HIDE IT
      • Rushes to update the “Does the Dog Die” website to warn other people about the puppers’ fates in the movies they’re in
    • Will try to watch the movie instead of reading the book…
      • Yeah, he never did too well on book reports in school
    • Likes to bundle up with blankets and sit against the arm of the couch with his legs curled up beside him
      • Usually the person Noctis ends up using as a footrest
        • Doesn’t mind it

Sora

    • Classic popcorn boy, but he enjoys his candy, too. Loves sour gummy worms and chocolate-covered raisins
    • 115% the type who ends up Liking Every Movie
      • He’s not picky
    • CRIES THE HARDEST WHEN THE DOG DIES
      • Sora: “Some of my best friends are dogs and this is just… it just hits too close to home”
    • Will watch literally anything
      • LOVES MUSICALS
        • Want to get Sora a good birthday present? Buy him good seats for a musical at the theater downtown
      • Also loves animated movies… but that’s probably not a surprise
    • Restless, fidgety boy usually sits on pillows on the floor with his back against the couch
      • He’s more comfortable this way
Madness l Shawn Mendes Imagine

(a/n): hello! just warning that there is a part of the writing that implies the start of an anxiety attack, if you are not comfortable with it so you can skip it <3 xx.

prompt:  Shawn & (y/n) are having hard times trying to be everything people want them to be, but they are rooting for each other. (based on the song ‘Madness’ by Sleeping With Sirens.)

Originally posted by mctas

.all of my life I built this armor and every disguise I ever wore.

“You sound a bit off.” you told your boyfriend of eleven months.

“I’m okay, don’t worry about it.” Shawn answered trying to change the topic.

“Shawn, I’m seeing you through a screen and I can still notice the bags under your eyes. What’s wrong?” 

“I said nothing is wrong, (y/n). Can’t we talk about something else?” he sighed and ruffled his hair.

“Of course we can talk about something else, I just don’t like feeling you this way.” you said dropping the subject. “Did you have the chance to catch up with Grey’s Anatomy?” 

He chuckled. “I haven’t and it’s frustrating, I barely have time to sleep,” he said almost bitterly and you didn’t speak, knowing him well enough to know that he was going to let everything out. “I feel like I’m disappointing everyone.”

You stayed quiet for a couple of seconds to let him recompose himself. “Why?”

He shook his head. “I’m not the person people want me to be. I am not this super amazing guy who is nice and willing to take pictures with everyone.”

“Did somebody tell you something?”

“When aren’t they saying something about me?” he said humorlessly. “I’m done pretending to not care about what people have to say about me, this isn’t me.” 

“Some people are in this world just to bring us down, but the important thing is to remind ourselves that we are who we want to be.” you said and Shawn smiled at you with sleepy eyes.

“I don’t know if I’m too tired or what you said didn’t make sense.” he joked and genuinely laughed.

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English Teacher (Taehyung one-shot smut)

Originally posted by taedamn

A/N: Sorry it took so long! I will edit it later :) This is for anon

Summary: You’re BTS’s English teacher but one of your students has been giving you a little trouble. 

Word count: 3k ?

Genre: Smut

Pairing: You x Taehyung

Warnings: Smut, swearing, risk of getting caught, inappropriate behaviour ;)

You were absolutely certain your dress wasn’t this short when you left home this morning. You’re imagining things… it’s not your dress, it’s Taehyung. Being around him always left you feeling so… exposed.

It’s been 6 months since you started teaching the BTS members English and there’d been no problems, in fact, it was the best job you’ve ever had- especially compared to your last one. Okay… there might be one problem, but, it’s not really a problem… only a slight discomfort. No big deal or anything, definitely not something you spend any time thinking about.

You were attracted to Taehyung.

Okay, but who wasn’t? All of the boys are attractive. But, like, you were really really attracted to him.

Maybe it was because of his soft, dark hair and how good it looked against his sun-kissed skin. Or maybe it was his big eyes and how they glistened… maybe it was his tall, toned body or how hard he tried to improve his English. Or, it was how close he would sit next to you during your lessons, so much closer then any of the other members. Maybe it was how good he smelt or how your skin felt when his leg brushed against yours or when his big hand patted your knee out of excitement when he got one of your questions right. Maybe it was how dominant he was with the other members and you couldn’t stop thinking about him being dominant with you…

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Sunshine [P.P]

Genre: Angst & Fluff

Summary: You fully believe that your boyfriend (Peter) is cheating on you due to his disintrest in your relationship lately, so how do you confront him? 

Words: 1549



It was no secret in your relationship that Peter Parker had the voice on an angel. He could make any song sound utterly beautiful weather it be one of John Legends best hits or that annoying but catchy song from one of those adverts that play on tv an excessive amount.

Peter had sung you songs by a variety of artists, sometimes even just humming tunes that he’d heard but had no clue of the name or where he’d heard it.

But there was that one song that was your song, it was one that was sung so often between you two that the lyrics would be permanently imprinted in your brain and no, it never got old.

Peter didn’t have to say I love you, or promise he’d always be there. All he had to do was sing that song and you were content. You know the saying ‘butterflies in your stomach’? Well you felt butterflies in your heart every time you heard him hum the meaningful tune.

You adored Peter and all of his little quirks. Like the way he’d unconsciously chew at the tip of his pen when he was deep in thought, or the way he’d ask before placing a hand on your waist or around your shoulder. You even adored the way he’d showered you with red and white roses as a belated valentine’s day present after he couldn’t be there due to a trip for the Stark Internship.

Peter Parker was your sunshine, your only sunshine. So why was it, that something, more so someone was trying to take your sunshine away.

It must’ve been the third time in two weeks that Peter had stood you up, running off to god knows where making the plans you two had made completely slip his mind. In the past those plans had simply consisted of study dates so you weren’t too fused. But now you were done up head to do. Clad in a beautiful dress you’d spent sums of money on, makeup done to the point of perfection and hair up like a princesses would.

You waited around an hour for him to pick you up for dinner, a way of him apologizing for being so distracted. That was an hour of sitting around twiddling with your hair, debating whether or not you had overdressed and sending him multiple texts about his whereabouts.

But of course after an hour, you knew he wasn’t coming.This in fact just proved what you’d been trying not to think about, the horrible, absolutely terrible thought that was looming over your shoulder just waiting for the right moment to rip you down.

He was cheating. Peter Parker, was cheating.

You were unsure how long you spent crying, but you were a mess. Makeup smeared over your eyes, sticking to your cheeks making you look like the definition of a mess. Your hair that you’d been previously obsessing over was thrown around, no where near as well done as it had been. You’d locked your door, refusing to even let your mother in to see you in such a wreck. Although you were craving one of her motherly hugs they’d only done so much when you were a kid and had fallen off of your bike, scraping a knee or twisting a bone. How were they meant to heal a broken heart?

God Peter Parker, you really fucked up this time.


You were finishing up getting the last of the smeared makeup off when you heard the familiar sound of your bedroom window creaking, the sound it made when Peter was visiting after curfew.The first thing Peter noticed when he climbed through the window was the dress hanging by the door. He could only imagine what you’d look like in it. You were utterly beautiful in his eyes, not a single flaw

“Y/N?” he called quietly, knocking on the connected bathroom door. When no answer came he simply tried again. “Cmon Y/N…I know I stood you up and I-I’m really sorry okay?”

Your hands tightly gripped the bathroom sink, your knuckles practically turning white from the pressure. He thought that he could just waltz in and say a simple sorry, win your heart back and everything would go back to normal? You internally scoffed at the thought.“Just come out here and we can talk about what happened” You wiped away any remaining tears, refusing to look weak in front of the boy that had successfully broken you down. The next thing you know you’re standing face to face with Peter, you can see immediately just by looking him in the eyes that he’s sorry, but sorry wasn’t good enough.

“Talk about what happened? Okay.” You start, after thinking about what you wanted to say to him for the last 2 hours you were practically prepared with internal cue cards. “Why did you stand me up tonight Peter? Don’t lie to me”

Peter stands still for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any ounce of forgiveness. “I was with May, an emergency came up last minute. Look I promise i’ll take you out tomorrow to make up for it okay?”

You laugh, feeling fresh tears spill from your eyes. “I called May when you didn’t show up, she told me she had no idea where you were”

Peter sighs and runs a hand through his hair, gripping the roots for a moment. “Look i just need you to trust me okay? I’ll make up for tonight”

“Trust you? You’re always texting someone when we’re together and not to be over controlling or anything but whenever I ask who you’re texting you tell me it’s just ‘no one’ but it’s getting to the point where this ‘no one’ is more important to you than you own girlfriend and if it really was just ‘no one’, you’d be able to look me in the eyes when you say it” You were rambling, one of the signs that you were either about to break down into a puddle of tears or explode in anger.

“Y/N…” Peter stepped towards you, attempting to grab your shaking hands but instead you flinched away, not wanting him to touch you in such a romantic way if in fact you were right. He could’ve been holding another girl’s hands in the same way he was about to hold yours.

“No. You stood me up tonight for the third time in two weeks and I just- It’s unfair on me. God Peter all I can think about when you touch me now is whether or not you’re touching some other girl the same way. Do you sing our song to her too? Am I just a game now?”

Peter doesn’t speak, instead he turns away for a moment and begins fiddling with his fingers. You decide to fill in the silence.

“I’ll always love you and make you happy, If you will only say the same, But if you leave me to love another, You’ll regret it all one day”

 “I promise you I’m not cheating and I can prove it, I just- Fuck i don’t want to put you in danger” Peter rambles. His heart was practically beating out of his chest, was losing you worth keeping his secret?

“Danger? Jesus Pete you better not have joined a gang”

“I’m Spider-man, I’ve been on my phone constantly because Mr Stark could text me for a mission at any moment and the reason I stood you up is because I’ve been out helping make Queens a safer place” Is all Peter says before another sarcastic laugh leaves your lips, for a second you actually thought he was going to tell you the truth and try to fix your relationship.

“We’re done. Have fun making Queens a safer place, Spiderman” You turn to walk out, not expecting a sticky, string like substance to hit you on the waist. You turn around, seeing the Webs led back to Peter.

Your mouth hangs open in shock for a moment, Peter had the same expression on his face. You truly were dating the hero everyone had been talking about. He gives the webs a tight tug and in an instant you were pulled into his arms, inches from his face.

“I told you the truth, I’m Spiderman” You reach a hand down and touch the substance, seeing it feels exactly like real spider webbing only much, much stronger.

“Peter… Why didn’t you tell me before?” You asks, still in shock with the whole situation.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt” He begins “Look, I’m going to make everything up to you but tonight can we please just relax together? I’m exhausted” Peter points to the large bags under his eyes, yours looked familiar.

“Sounds like a plan… first you have to get this off of me”

Later that night Peter shows you his suit, even letting you try on the mask. With nothing but love and adoration on his features he holds you tight, whispering the lyrics of your favourite song while you fall asleep.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey, You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don’t take my sunshine away”