i didn't expect to like this movie as much as i did

Ok but I’ve been binge watching the Narnia movies again, after not having seen them for a long ass time, and now, being a little older and (hopefully) a little more mature than I was when I first saw them, I always feel physically sick when I see the Pevensies being children after The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe because they just aren’t anymore and I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like, to grow up as kings and queens, respected and important, and full of duty, only to go back to being 8 years old (in Lucy’s case).

They didn’t remember England, or the wardrobe, or their old lives, they were Narnians and they were pushed back, not only into a world that was bound to make them miserable, but also into bodies that couldn’t reflect what they’d been through.

Just imagine Peter, waking up in the morning, not remembering that he isn’t the Magnificent anymore, imagine him subconsciously reaching for something to trim his beard, only to remember that it isn’t there anymore, to expect old battle wounds to hurt until he realises that they can’t because he doesn’t have them.

Or Edmund, who left England a stubborn selfish little boy who only wanted his mummy back, and came back the Just, the redeemed traitor, the diplomat, the man, having to resort to being ten years old and probably not even allowed to peek at a newspaper because he’s just a child after all. He plays chess, incredibly well, he doesn’t mock his siblings anymore and all the friends he knew when he was still a boy are either irritated at his behaviour or too childish, too selfish for somebody who knows very well just what selfishness can do, who has a part of the White Witch in him, always.

Susan forgets, we all know that. She must’ve lain awake at night, remembering just what it felt like to cover pain and viciousness and gore with a smile and a blush, remembering being the Gentle, but never in war. She must’ve cried for all the lost years, for all that she learnt and that she can never forget, for all that she has accomplished, that will bring her nothing in this world that doesn’t feel like hers. So she sits down in front of a mirror, talks herself out of believing, telling herself that it wasn’t real, that it was just a dream, that this Narnia her siblings talk about is nothing but a game.
The truth is too terrifying, to devastating to face.

Lucy, little Lucy, who grew up under Mr Tumnus’ smiles and Aslan’s approving gaze, who was loved by all, who did learn how to rule, how to negotiate but who never forgot just what it means to be a queen of Narnia, this girl who matured into a woman, who had a woman’s mind and body and a queen’s grace, she who they called the Valiant, the lion’s daughter, she shrank into herself, into a child, younger than even her siblings. She remembers, clearest of them all, she is the only one who still knows Mr Tumnus’ face, still knows Aslan, but she is just a girl, a pretty little thing who will never be the queen she was, who will never be the woman she was because queenship forms a person in ways no schools can.

They must’ve been devastated when they tumbled to the floor, short and small, and there’s a war they have no control over and Lucy is small, Edmund is skinny, so skinny and Peter and Susan have lost their glow and they’ve changed, they’ve changed so much. (The first time, somebody calls them by just their names, they feel invalidated and small. And offended. They’re kings and queens, they’ve earned their titles and now they have to sit in a dim room filled with children and listen to teachers, have to allow themselves to be insignificant and nothing more than what they were when Lucy first stepped into Narnia - frightened children in the middle of a war they wish was never there in the first place)

I'm so much happier ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š now that I'm dead๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ’€. Technically ๐Ÿค”missing๐Ÿ•ต. Soon to be presumed dead๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ’€. Gone๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป. And my lazy ๐Ÿ’ค lying ๐Ÿ˜ˆ shitting ๐Ÿ’ฉ oblivious ๐Ÿ™„husband ๐Ÿ’‘ will go to prison ๐Ÿš“ for my murder ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช. Nick Dunne took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money๐Ÿ’ฐ. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That's murder๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช. Let the punishment fit the crime. To fake a convincing murder ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช you have to have discipline๐Ÿ’ช. You befriend a local idiot๐Ÿ’. Harvest the details ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ“ of her hundrum life and cram her with stories ๐Ÿ“š about your husband's ๐Ÿ’‘ violent temper ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก. Secretly create some money ๐Ÿ’ฐ troubles: credit cards ๐Ÿ’ณ, perhaps online gambling๐Ÿ’ป♠๏ธ♣๏ธ♥๏ธ♦๏ธ. With the help of the unwitting๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป, bump upโฌ†๏ธโฌ†๏ธ your life insurance๐Ÿ’ต. Purchase getaway car๐Ÿš˜. Craigslist. Generic. Cheap. Pay cash๐Ÿ’ต. You need to package ๐ŸŽ yourself so that people will truly mourn ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ your loss. And America ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ loves ♥๏ธ pregnant ๐Ÿ‘ถwomen ๐Ÿšบ. As if it's so hard to spread your legs. You know what's hard? Faking a pregnancy ๐Ÿ‘ถ. First, drain your toilet๐Ÿšฝ. Invite pregnant ๐Ÿ‘ถ idiot ๐Ÿ’ into your home ๐Ÿ  and ply her with lemonade ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹. Steal ๐Ÿค— pregnant ๐Ÿ‘ถ idiot's ๐Ÿ’ urine ๐Ÿšฝ. Voilà! ๐ŸŽ‰ A pregnany is now part of your legal medical record ๐Ÿ—ƒ. Happy Aniversary๐Ÿ’‘๐ŸŽ‰. Wait for your clueless โ” husband ๐Ÿ’‘ to start his day ๐Ÿ“†. Off he goes... ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป and the clock is ticking โฑ. Meticulously stage ๐ŸŽญ your crime scene ๐Ÿ•ต with just enough mistakes to raise the specter of doubt ๐Ÿค”. You need to bleed ๐Ÿ’‰. A lot๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’‰. A lot, a lot๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’‰. The head wound ๐Ÿค• kind of bleed ๐Ÿ’‰. A crime scene ๐Ÿ•ต kind of bleed ๐Ÿ’‰. You need to clean; poorly๐Ÿ‘Ž, like he ๐Ÿ’‘ would. Clean and bleed ๐Ÿ’‰, bleed ๐Ÿ’‰ and clean. And leave a Little something behind: a fire ๐Ÿ”ฅin July๐Ÿ“†? And because you're you๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿผ, you don't ๐Ÿšซ stop there. You need a diary ๐Ÿ“’. Minimum three hundred 3๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ entries ๐Ÿ“ on the Nick and Amy ๐Ÿ’‘ story ๐Ÿ’ญ. Start with the fairy-tale early days: those are true, and they're crucial. You want Nick and Amy to be likable๐Ÿ’–. After that, you invent. The spending๐Ÿ’ธ, the abuse๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ฅ, the fear๐Ÿ˜ฑ, the threat of violence๐Ÿ”ช. And Nick thought he was the writer๐Ÿ“... burn it๐Ÿ”ฅ, just the right amount. Make sure the cops ๐Ÿ‘ฎ will find it ๐Ÿ•ต. Finally, honor tradition with a very special treasure ๐Ÿ’Ž hunt. And if I get everything right โžก๏ธ, the world ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ will hate ๐Ÿ˜ก Nick for killing ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช his beautiful ๐Ÿ˜‡, pregnant ๐Ÿ‘ถ wife ๐Ÿ’‘. And after all the outrage ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก, when I'm ready, I'll go out on the water ๐ŸŒŠ with a handful โœ‹๐Ÿป of pills ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿ’Š and a pocket full of stones. And when they find my body ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿผ, they'll know: Nick Dunne ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป dumped his beloved ๐Ÿ’‘ like garbage ๐Ÿšฎ, and she floated past all the other abused, unwanted, inconvenient women ๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšบ. Then Nick ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป will die ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ’€ too. Nick ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป and Amy ๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿผ will be gone ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป, but then we never really existed. Nick ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป loved a girl ๐Ÿšบ I was pretending to be. "Cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ". Men ๐Ÿšน always use that, don't they? As their defining compliment: "She's a cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ". Cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ is hot ๐Ÿ”ฅ. Cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ is game ๐ŸŽฒ๐ŸŽฎ. Cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ is fun ๐ŸŽ‰. Cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ never ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ gets angry ๐Ÿ˜ก at her man ๐Ÿšน. She only smiles โ˜บ๏ธ in a chagrined, loving ๐Ÿ’• manner. And then presents her mouth ๐Ÿ‘„ for fucking ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘Œ. She likes ๐Ÿ‘ what he likes ๐Ÿ‘, so evidently he's a vinyl hipster ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘“ who loves โค๏ธ fetish Manga ๐Ÿ“š. If he likes girls gone wild ๐Ÿ‘™, she's a mall ๐Ÿ› babe who talks football ๐Ÿˆ and endures buffalo wings ๐Ÿ— at Hooters ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ. When I met Nick Dunne ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป I knew he wanted "Cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ". And for him, I'll admit: I was willing to try. I wax๐Ÿ•ฏ-stripped my pussy ๐Ÿ˜ฝ raw. I drank canned beer ๐Ÿบ watching Adam Sandler ๐Ÿ’ฉ movies ๐Ÿ“ผ. I ate cold โ„๏ธ pizza ๐Ÿ• and remained a size ๐Ÿ‘— two 2๏ธโƒฃ. I blew him ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ‘„, semi-regularly. I lived in the moment. I was fucking game ๐ŸŽฒ๐ŸŽฎ. I can't say I didn't enjoy some of it. Nick ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป teased out in me things I didn't know existed. A lightness โ˜€๏ธ, a humor๐Ÿ˜‚, an ease. But I made him smarter ๐Ÿค“. Sharper. I inspired him to rise โฌ†๏ธ to my level. I forged the man ๐Ÿšน of my dreams ๐Ÿ’ญ. We were happy ๐Ÿ˜Š pretending to be other people. We were the happiest ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š couple ๐Ÿ‘ซ we knew. And what's the point of being together if you're not ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ the happiest ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š? But Nick ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป got lazy ๐Ÿ’ค. He became someone I did not ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ agree to marry ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ. He actually expected me to love โค๏ธ him unconditionally. Then he dragged me, penniless ๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿšซ, to the navel of this great country ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ and found himself a newer, younger ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿผ, bouncier cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ. You think I'd let him destroy ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž me and end up happier ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š than ever? No ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซfucking way. He doesn't โŒ get to win ๐Ÿ†. My cute โ˜บ๏ธ, charming ๐Ÿ˜‰, salt-of-the-earth Missouri guy. He needed to learn ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“š. Grown-ups ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ด work ๐Ÿ’ช for things. Grown-ups ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ด pay ๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ต. Grown-ups ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ด suffer consequences ๐Ÿ˜–.

Summary: Punk!Phil introduces pastel!Dan to his friends, and he has a great reception. (thanks for the internet dating/meeting of friends prompt from an anon!)

Genre: sin

Word Count: 4.1k

Includes: voyeurism (truth or dare style!), praisekink!dan, short!dan, online relationship/meeting for the first time, and a bit of spooning at the end for an anon who wanted it

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natasha-baggins  asked:

Could you do “Are you wearing my shirt?” with Eggsy please?

Yes, definitely! If it isnโ€™t clear by now, I think Eggsy is great. I have to say though, my first thought when I saw this is probably not what you intended (I lowkey thought of Eggsy just straight up wearing a blouse and I had to leave my computer for a second. I have no idea what is wrong with my brain.) Anyways.

Laundry Day (Eggsy Unwin x Reader)

Summary: Unfortunately, youโ€™re one of many that dislikes laundry. You have a habit of leaving it till the last minute. Thus, you run out of shirts to wear and borrow one of Eggsyโ€™s, since you both share Harryโ€™s house it was far more convenient than just doing your laundry. You didnโ€™t think it would be a very big deal.

Word Count: 1072

Warnings: From now on, just expect swearing in Eggsy imagines. Okay? He says the f word in basically every sentence throughout both movies.

Prompts: #42, in the ask. Taken from my prompt list hereย (Make some more requests everyone! I have the writing bug this weekend)

Your morning started the same way it always does: ignoring your alarm for five minutes, finally sitting up, groggily stumbling around your room, and eventually finding your way to the closet. However, as you slammed open the two doors, you were met with a significant lack of clean clothes. You thought back to where all of your clean clothes could have been. Surely you had done laundry last wee-

โ€œShit,โ€ you said, realizing that you had not, in fact, done laundry last week.

You groaned and turned on your heel, heading down the hall toward Eggsyโ€™s room. Once there, you opened the door to find that he wasnโ€™t in his room at the moment. Perfect.

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bigjellymonster  asked:

Drarry Prompt: (8th year) Where Draco ends up holding Harry's hand every time he is scared. This comes as a surprise to both of them.

Harry gaped at Malfoy, their fingers laced together. Malfoy was staring blankly ahead, his mouth twisted in a frown. Harry was too in shock to say anything. Too confused to move. The had been in Potions, somehow paired up together again, working on their Draught of Living death, when out of nowhere, his hand had flown to Harry’s, gripping it tightly. Harry had been mid-sentence, explaining how they could have used this potion during the war. He found himself unable to finish, his thoughts lost completely. He couldn’t focus with the warmth of Malfoy’s hand in his own. Harry could feel the other boy’s heartbeat, pulsing quickly between his fingers. He swallowed.



Draco shook his head roughly, as if trying to expel the memories from his head. His eyes focused around him and he realised he was sitting in the Potions classroom.


He turned his head, a sneer forming on his face.

“What, Potter? Can’t figure out a simple potion? The instructions are right in front of you.”

Potter looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh, as he raised their joined hands. Draco spluttered, a soft blush forming on his face. He ripped his hand away like it was on fire.

“Taking advantage of me? Just wait..” He trailed off. “Nevermind.”

Neither of them spoke the rest of the class,


It wasn’t until a Defense Against the Dark Arts class a couple of weeks later that it happened again.

They had been standing next to each other in the semi-circle, waiting for the Boggart to approach. Everyone already knew how to cast a Patronus, but their new Professor had decided it was worth going over again. Draco glanced over at Potter and caught himself staring. He frowned. Draco didn’t know how they kept getting stuck working together. Some inter-house unity bollocks. McGonnagall had decided that after the war, the students who returned needed to get along better and be more accepting of each other. Some Hufflepuff nonsense, as far as Draco was concerned.

Suddenly, it was his turn to face off with the Boggart. He gasped as it shifted and morphed in front of him, and all of a sudden Potter was standing before him, a cruel smile twisting his face. He reached for Potter’s hand, gripping it tightly.


Harry couldn’t move, save for his eyes darting back and forth between Malfoy and the imposter standing in front of him. He vaguely registered that Malfoy was clutching his hand tightly, but he couldn’t focus on that. Why was he Malfoy’s boggart? And then the Boggart Harry started talking.

“I can’t believe I saved you. I should have let you die in that fire. Should have let you die on that bathroom floor. Should have finished the job then.”

Harry noticed Malfoy start shaking, and then realised his own was shaking. He looked down and saw they were holding hands again. When did that happen? He tried to let go, but Malfoy was holding on so tightly he didn’t stand a chance.

“You weren’t worth saving! You just went right back to join Voldemort, then slinked away with your family, your tails between your legs. What good have you done since?”

Harry shook his head and stepped forward, catching the attention of the Boggart, as it changed again, this time into a Dementor. Harry sighed, shaking his head. Of course it was still the same, he still couldn’t get over that fear. The fear of fear itself, as Lupin had said.


The room was silent as the Boggart moved on, and Harry tugged on his hand that was joined with Malfoy’s.

“You know, I don’t regret saving you, right?” He said quietly.

Malfoy finally met his eyes and shook his head slowly, after some time dropping his hand to his side.


One week later, walking with Potter and Pansy in between classes, Draco was pushed against a wall. He turned around to face his attacker and it was some Hufflepuff Eighth Year. He didn’t know his name, but he knew his face. They shared most of their classes together. He didn’t even have time to reach for his wand before the larger boy had his out and pressed against his chest.

“You know, nobody would mind if I just hexed you right here. You shouldn’t have come back. No one wants you here.”

Draco closed his eyes and flinched, not able to defend himself, preparing for the worst.


Justin Finch-Fletchly? When had he developed such a mean streak? Harry started to protest, stepping closer to Malfoy, his hand reaching for his wand, when suddenly it was full of something. He looked down. Malfoy had grabbed his hand. Again. He couldn’t help the smile that started to form on his face, before he brought his attention back to Justin.

“You and I both know what will happen if you do that, and I don’t think you want to fight me.” He started, magic flaring in his veins. Justin’s eyes went wide, and he stepped back, shaking his head. “Whatever, Harry. He’s not worth it, anyway.”

As Justin walked off, Pansy turned to Malfoy.

“I can’t believe you were just going to take it, You didn’t deserve that! Everyone knows the position you were put in, they basically put your entire trial in the Prophet!” She sighed. “Come on, Draco. Let’s go to class.”

As they turned to walk away, Malfoy tugged Harry along. Either he didn’t realise he was still holding on, or he didn’t want to let go. Harry didn’t mind either way.


Eighth years from every house sat huddled together in their shared common room. It was Halloween and somehow Pansy had convinced Draco to participate in the movie night they were having. Some Gryffindor had brought a muggle movie in and Granger had figured out how to make it work without a… television? Whatever that was.

He somehow found himself on the couch, sitting next to Potter, Weasley on his other side. It didn’t bother him as much as he expected.


Harry could feel the heat of Malfoy’s body, his leg pressing against his, but for some reason he didn’t want to move it away. Seamus had brought in Nightmare on Elm street. Harry had heard his cousin talking about it with his friends once, but he had never been able to see it. Thank Merlin Hermione was clever and fixed it so everyone could watch.

He looked over at Malfoy, He had started growing out his hair more, it hung loosely around his face, kissing his cheeks. Harry blushed. He did not think of Malfoy and kissing in the same sentence. He didn’t.

He couldn’t focus the entire movie. He knew there was something going on with this guy going into dreams, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Malfoy. He was so present next to him, he couldn’t stop thinking of their thighs pressing together, their feet resting against each other. He was so preoccupied, he almost didn’t notice when Malfoy’s hand found his, gripping it tightly. He was too busy watching Malfoy’s face, watching his eyebrows shoot into his hair in shock. He swallowed and turned to face the movie, unconsciously stroking the other boy’s hand with his thumb.


“Um.. Malfoy?” Harry finally got his attention, after standing nearby for a few minutes, unsure what to say.

“Yes, Potter? Here to harass me?” He looked up from his book and raised his eyebrow at Harry.

“What’s going on? I mean, with the hand holding? Hermione is making me talk to you. I told her to mind her own business, but then Ron and Neville ganged up on me, too. Um.”

Malfoy scoffed.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think you should go.”

“I… don’t mind.” Harry struggled to get out. “The hand holding, I mean. I just don’t understand. You hate me.”

Malfoy just stared at him. Harry stood there for a moment before he cleared his throat and nodded sharply.

“Right, then. Right. Okay.”

He turned and rushed out of the library.


Draco caught up to Potter near the Great Hall.

“Wait!” He called out, coming to a stop a few feet behind him. “I… I don’t know. The hand thing. It just happened. And then again.”

Harry turned and frowned.

“So, what?”

“I mean, I don’t hate you.” Draco forced out. “I don’t think I ever did, not really. I think I was just angry. And jealous. And, well. I don’t think Pansy understands. What I had to go through. What you went through.”

Harry tilted his head to one side. Draco thought he looked like a confused puppy, and shoved down the thought that it was slightly adorable.

“But, why?”

Draco sighed.

“I’m not sure. That potions class. It’s like I was back in the war. You were talking about it and then I was there. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And Defense? That boggart-” Draco clenched his jaw and looked away.

Harry stepped closer.

“It’s okay, you know. To be scared?”

Draco frowned.

“I’m not! Why would I be scared, Potter?”


His head snapped up at Harry’s use of his name.

Harry held out his hand and Draco took it, a slow grin forming on his face. Together, they walked into the Great Hall.

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anonymous asked:

No offence, but I feel as if in this chapter, the author got tired of this entire ark in general, as the entire situation was solved ridiculously fast. Now, I don't really understand Japanese, so this may not be accurate. But from what I see, both highly powerful opponents were ridiculously quickly subdued, and somehow Fitzgerald decided to side with the Mafia and the ADA for no reason. We didn't even get to know Fyodor's ability yet, and he's already defeated.

I, too, was disappointed in this chapter, but after collecting my thoughts, I decided that it wasnโ€™t a bad way of ending this arc, if this indeed is the end. Sure it may have looked abrupt, but it could have been worseโ€ฆ Or so I like to tell myself.

(Warning: I try my best to be unbiased and objective but this may read like a lot of whining. Only proceed if youโ€™re fine with that.)

The good:
Akutagawaโ€™s promise to Atsushi; appearance of the rest of ADA and Port Mafia; Fitzgerald saving the day; Ango and his crew appearing; that not-so-subtle nod to Odasaku in the end

The โ€œI donโ€™t have much of a good or a bad opinion on thisโ€:
Shin soukoku new combo move;ย  Chuuya still in the book

The bad:
Quick resolution to the arc; implied lobotomy(!?); Dazai and his keikaku doori antics again; strange sense of dรฉjร  vu since they used practically same buildup as the last arc, but now itโ€™s the remix version

First of all, Iโ€™ll just have to throw out my wildest (not really) theory out here: Fyodor is still the โ€œfinal bossโ€. Come on, he gets the moniker โ€œThe Demonโ€ and gets jailed off like that? No, no. It doesnโ€™t make sense at all, at least to me. So my guess is that Agatha and the Order of the Clock Tower will swoop in to try and mess with the Agency, but when theyโ€™re on the verge of defeat, Fyodor steps in and uses this chance to strike ADA for himself. So uh Guild Arc 2.0. Or something along those lines. This couldโ€™ve been a test drive. Or he could have other Rats in Russia waiting for orders in case thereโ€™s a Phase II. Call me optimistic, but thatโ€™s what I would like to believe.

We jailbreak from Azkaban and invade Ministry of Magic now.

There really isnโ€™t much to say about Dazai proving himself a formidable chessmaster again, other than I called it on an earlier ask. I just hope Iโ€™m not the only one tired of him being right all the damn time. No one can be that all-seeingโ€ฆ

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Gency Headcannon

Image by @hage2013 ~ I couldn’t resist using it because they look so cute here <3

Who hogs the duvet 

  • Mercy since she likes to be warm and cuddly. Genji is too nice to even have any resistance to it. Hell, he would even purposefully wrap it all around her like a blanket burrito just to see her all cute and happy.

Who texts/rings to check how the other’s day is going 

  • Genji because unfortunately, Mercy is a bit too busy to remember to call all the time. He’d try to keep track of her schedule/breaks though.

Who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts 

  • Genji. He didn’t have that many girlfriends in the past without knowing all sorts of tricks and ways to win their hearts.

Who gets up first in the morning 

  • Being a doctor definitely, makes Mercy wake up earlier. As for Genji, well he might not need sleep but he probably wouldn’t want to get out of bed instead of cuddling his angel.

Who suggests new things in bed 

  • See “gifts.”

Who cries at movies 

  • Neither of them actually. I don’t think they’re the type to cry at movies. They’ve seen things.

Who gives unprompted massages 

  • Genji because Mercy would often work too hard and focus too much so she might get aches and back pain otherwise.

Who fusses over the other when they’re sick 

  • Mercy because she’s worried about how a cyborg could get sick (plus then both her lover’s and doctor’s instinct both kick in). When she’s sick though, Genji ends up having to fuss over her in return because she thinks she’s fine since she’s a doctor.

Who gets jealous easiest

  • Probably Mercy though not too much. Genji was a playboy after all and is still quite attractive. 

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music 

  • Probably Mercy, whatever her tastes may be (perhaps native songs or relaxing classical music). It’s not the music itself but more that she hums or sings along to them at times without realizing it (though Genji loves it of course).
  • Well, Genji has his weeb music but he’s proud of it.

Who collects something unusual 

  • Genji. For a man who climbs up buildings and wanders all over the place (old habits die hard I guess), he’s bound to find something strange now and then.

Who takes the longest to get ready 

  • Mercy because she gotta make sure she looks good. Genji, well that t-shirt seems to fit him and not dirty so it seems fine. 

Who is the tidiest and most organized 

  • Mercy because she’s used to working in her lab (though her lab itself is sometimes a bit messy). 
  • Genji has his clean habits from back in Japan too, but not his top priority nor did he really have things that he absolutely had to keep track of. As long as he knew where his stuff was in the mess, it was fine.

Who gets most excited about the holidays 

  • Mercy because she wants to make good memories with Genji plus she’s always excited over decorations and festivities (especially when it involved others too).

Who is the big spoon/little spoon 

  • Genji likes to be the big spoon because then he can feel Mercy being all cute and nuzzly against his chest. Plus who would pass up the chance to give that adorable angel headpats?

Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports 

  • Genji has his passion and pride in video gaming. He gives her some mercy at times but still tries to win since he didn’t want to seem like he was going easy on her.
  • On the other hand, Mercy is trying pretty hard too. Something tells me that she gets really competitive with tennis despite Genji having reflexes that make it unfairly hard to beat him.

Who starts the most arguments 

  • Neither of them really argue, Mercy is good at communication and keeping in control while Genji has learned a lot through his time with Zenyatta. If anything, Mercy might get stressed occasionally and snap at him, though she’d apologize soon after.

Who suggests that they buy a pet 

  • Genji wants a cat. And a sparrow. And maybe a bunny too. Plus he already has a pet dragon.

What couple traditions they have 

  • First one who wakes up has to wake up the other one with a kiss and breakfast (which encourages Genji to get up early sometimes [see getting up]).

What tv shows they watch together 

  • Grey’s Anatomy because Genji is amused by Mercy fussing over medical things and making commentary about things. Other times they watch Korean/Japanese dramas (especially romance ones).
  • Disney movies too, since Genji like to see Mercy get so involved when her eyes light up at certain scenes and especially when she sings along so adorably (thanks for the idea @cyborgninjacarrot).

What other couples they hang out with how they spend time together as a couple

  • Lucio and D.va for fun! Ah, youth …
  • McCree and Hanzo to keep an eye on them and for more interesting life chats. That and to make sure they don’t kill anyone (including themselves) by drinking too much.

Who made the first move 

  • Genji because he sure knows how to ask a girl out. Mercy would probably feel too conflicted and shy about approaching him. That being said, it would be a while before Genji got his courage back and the confidence to do so.

Who brings flowers home 

  • Genji since he walks through town a lot and sees pretty flowers that might remind him of Mercy. That being said, she might buy them occasionally especially if she came home late or wanted a small gift to surprise him.

Who is the best cook 

  • Genji. See “gifts.” Plus with that skill with his sword, I’m sure he’d make a great sushi chef.

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Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’.

Originally posted by livelovelunch

pairing: seungcheol x reader
words: 1261
au: biker!seungcheol

โ€™โ€™Damn it!โ€™โ€™ You smacked the steering wheel of your car. This was just not your weekend, at all. First, you had to cancel plans with your friend because work came up and now, your car had stopped in the middle of god-knows-where. Cornfields on both sides of the road and you tried your best not think of any horror scenario. Who knew what could be out here?

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peter parker x reader drabble // dating

IDKIDKIDKIDKIDK I HOPE PEOPLE READ THIS. THESE ARE SUPER CUTE AND FLUFF AND I’M HELL PROUD OF THEM. Make sure you message me for a request if you want! I wanna continue to make these.



• the first time was so awkward. you wanted to cuddle him you had no idea how to ask Peter. he didn’t know where to put his hands or anything..

•"w-where do i put my hands Y/N…“

• “do I move closer or like do you move closer pete…?”

“just come here.”


• “Yeah, okay, pete. ‘Accidently’.”

• “iM serioUs i-I-”

“Just hold me, Peter. I’m just messing with you.”

• you’d cuddle ALL THE TiME. sometimes you’d fall asleep and he’d have to wake you up.

“You were snoring…sorry”

• lots and LOTS of hugs.

•you’d hug more than kiss. he’d hold you for like 20 minutes straight.

• “let’s stay like this forever.”

• “perfectly fine with me.”

•he’d be moody sometimes because hed have lack of sleep due to being, well, spiderman. he wouldn’t be that rude, but he’d be a bit grumpy and would just want to cuddle you and sleep.

• “ugH”

• “what now, Pete?”

• “im.so.tired. I literally hate EVERYTHING

• “That explains your mood, come cuddle then.”

•he’d try and get into everything you are. movies, books, and every TV show you’re into.

• yet he’d be so confused????

•he finally tells you that he’s spiderman, and you freak out a little more than he expected..

• “wHA- you’re…hOW..all this time.wHY DIDNT U TELL ME PET-..”

•” bABE pLEASE relax I’m okay. May is in the other room!“

•"p..Peter this is im…your literally..holy shi-”

• he just shuts you up by kissing you lmao

•aunt may LOVING you.

•every time you’d come over she’d give you such a big hug

•lmao when she accidentally caught you and Peter making out

• “guys, do you wait Thai? I burnt the lasagna ag- wHAT THE FU?”

• “wE weRe jUs- noThI- iTS noT whAT yOu tHi-”

•"this is why I like the door OPEN!“

•Peter highkey being nervous around you half the time

•you guys were just a shy and awkward couple

• you’d catch each other staring half the time and both would get red af

• stuttering was VERY VERY common

• sometimes he’d be way to nervous to hold your hand but he’d end up doing it while avoiding eye contact with you (sO CUTRIEIFIF)

• someone would be like, “you guys are so cute.” And both of you would blush madly.

• he’d ALWAYS rub your back. especially if you were sad or had a stressful day. you wouldn’t even have to ask, he’s just do it.

• playing with his hair. he LOVES IT

• he’d play with your hair too and say how much he loves your hair even tho u hate it

• basically he sees no flaws like he’s so pure

•PDA was not your thing, Peter wish he would have known before

•"hey cutie" he’d try to kiss you at school and you’d turn away, blushing.

•"oh.“ he’d get all sad and you’d instantly rEGRET IT bc he’s so cute and innocent

•"o..shit, no no no nO, Pete I just don’t like PDA.”

•"aww. my precious little bean.“

• nicknames for you include: bean, babe, baby, cutie, love, angel, bEAUTIFUL, sunshine, (any kind of nickname u have???), and “my gIRL”

• nicknames for him include: pete, penis parker (it was only okay if YOU called him that. everyone else can fuk oFF), spidey, hot stuff, bug boy, web boy, babe, and cutie.

• when he knew you were embarrassed he’d lightly tease you but proceed to hug you while you hide your pink face in his chest.

• “your laugh is so cute!”

•"peter, sTOPPP. I’m embarrassed now..“

• “aww! oh, my god you’re literally the cutest thing ever especially when you blush. i-i lobe you so so much..just like, wow..come here, Y/N.”

• “you teasing me makes it so much worse.”

•the pUNS

• "hey pete..are u a fruit?”

• “…Y/N.”

• “cuz u would be a fINE APPLE”

• “ur a keeper…”

• he’d compliment you every chance he got

• “you’re literally so beautiful.”

• “i-i don’t know why you like me but holy fuck you do you’re so gorgeous and -”

•  “you’re beautiful too, Pete.”

• “shi- i meant you’re um…handsome i dunno”

• the first i love you happened accidentally, but you both meant it.

• “Peter, you know I love you but I just want you to be safe out ther…FUCK”

• “did you just…oh my gOD”

• “o fUCK, I’m sorry pete I-i didn’t I mean I don-”

• “it’s okay. i love you too, dork .”

• "i think it’s safe to say that i larb you…?” • “don’t make me regret saying it at all, pete.” •.“wAIT WAIT NO I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU”


Random Eldarya Headcanons-

For shits and giggles I'ma try Eldarya headcanons. Just. Just kinda..this once. Maybe once after this other new request I got. I don’t and WON’T mix up the tags since that gets on my nerves too (and if I had I ask for forgiveness bc I’m stupid). Anyways, enjoy those these are short.


  • Doesn’t do his hair. This boy sleeps and wakes up, that’s his routine. Bed hair.
  • Is more of a mom than he’ll ever be a lover we all know this and it’s canon.
  • May be the “hot vampire” of the boys but, ngl, he probably doesn’t like showing his skin too much. Just likes showing off some parts.
  • He is a loving mom and we all should really just appreciate this fact about him.
  • Spoils the shit out of Shaitan. Always some pets, Shaitain may have scratched his eyes out but he’s too much of a mom to mind that.
  • That one guy that really just overthinks way too much. “Hey what good did I do today” or “Well I fucked up so can I even do good anymore”. He just has tired intrusive thoughts.
  • Would honestly be the one guy to try to put effort into reading romantic stuff, only to get bored, and just do it his way since things are so extra.
  • Things may be super extra but for Nev, he’s the most extra and desERVES to be appreciated for that.
  • Bad habit in a relationship would be spoiling. Some breakfast, a lot of kisses and just;;; “chill the fuck out Nev” from Ezarel in the background


  • Actually a bitch and actually a fuck boy who would’ve known??
  • Thinks his hair gets in the way of his work. Rather than pull a Nevra, so much so, to LOOK like Nevra he just wraps it up.
  • Has a potion to kill everyone he’s ever hated in his life since he’s petty like that.
  • Gets cold really easily. Throws on too many fucking layers;; even Nevra doesn’t pull that shit.
  • Eats raw pasta like popcorn in the movies lmao he doesn’t care about people.
  • Says he won’t let stuff go but he lets it go quick. Since he’s either A - too lazy to care. Or B, if he hates that person so much then why think of them, honestly.
  • Has flawless hair. Don’t fight on this he has Loreal worthy hair, just woman’s shampoo commercials should be a meme for him-
  • Will fuck someone up with words before he uses his hands.
  • Probably has anything anyone would ever need in his pockets. Oh yeah, expect for NOT BEING AN ASS O METER.
  • Bad habit in a relationship would be sarcasm. Though there’s no use of explaining it, he sounds way too cold, even when he’s joking.


  • Pure man please protect him and nurture him, water him with love, watch him grow into a great man. And a tree.
  • Super soft hair. It’s like a waterfall, he’s got some nice hair man…not like Ez’s but, good to some extents.
  • Doesn’t like worrying others with his issues since he’s the guy that doesn’t want people to worry.
  • Would be the last of the guys to forgive himself;; after the incident;; he tries not to think of it but how could he not?
  • Probably has companion treats with him, he likes to feed some he comes across.
  • Either those lines under his eyes never got contact with the sun or he really just uses makeup as a signature look. Come to think of it, he was probably born with those from that faery side of him.
  • Always thinks about the incident, usually during the night. What’s worse? “Guardy’s parents worrying themselves looking for her every day or them forgetting so Guardy doesn’t have to worry about their fear for the rest of her life?”
  • The day we know we’re going to have sex in MCL or Eldarya is when he drops a very dirty comment.
  • Ashkores frying pan > Valkyon in general. I don’t make the rules that’s his true enemy.
  • Bad habit in a relationship would be not wanting for his s/o to know much about his issues. He’s like that one guy that doesn’t want to be helped since it’l worry the other and ?? He’s gotta work on that.

I WOULD do Asskore but really?? These are a first, I’m not going too far in there.

anonymous asked:

you seem to love minghao al o t pls give hc on cumslt minghao and how he got to that stage PLS

Listen up everyone I will show you the light

  • It’s all thanks to that piece of kinky shit,,, wen junhui
  • Highkey he wanted to just simply praise hao on doing a good job of swallowing, taking him deep and doing what he’s told
  • Lowkey wanted a broken slut for his use
  • Hao only used to do very very very light bdsm because he was unsure about it 
  • But when Jun started praising him with added pet names something… snapped
  • ((This was Juns way of getting Hao into it))
  • He loved the praise, and with that he became cocky and egotistical and just wanted more and more he had everyone fuck him to get it
  • Honestly Hao started off really timid and blushy even with Jun
  • Minghao found that slowly, the only praise significant to him was the cum at the end of it all
  • Let’s be real, like Minghao wanted dick all the time by this stage so would send filthy pictures, wear nothing but pretty lingerie around the dorm, be ready and waiting on the bed when the members got in…And no-one could take it 
  • This is where Hao being a total kinky bottom comes in :^)
  • Hao first played this little ‘game’ with Jun and boy did he feel the consequence
  • (((Queue that look Junhui gives as a way of asking consent to destroy ass)))
  • All Hao was doing was just minding his own business… in red panties… with a leaking dick… on Junhuis bed
  • All whilst the other members were watching a movie in the lounge :)
  • You could basically HEAR Junnie’s eye fucking twitch at the sight, and Junhui fucking KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENING AND HE DIED A BIT INSIDE
  • 'Do you really think it’s a good idea to tease Daddy like this, huh? Are you really that much of a slut?’
  • Hao almost cummed tbh 
  • Ho ho ho did Junhui not let him get away with that
  • Before he knew it, Hao was handcuffed and choking on Daddy’s cock
  • BUT
  • Junhui didn’t cum :)
  • BUT
  • Hao did :)
  • AND
  • He came again when Junhui was spanking his ass and biting him until he was black and blue
  • Hao got thrown on the bed after challenging Junhui: ‘Is that all you’ve got? I expected more from you, daddy’ 
  • You bet Junhui rubbed his leaking sensitive dick ALL over Minghao whilst choking him
  • ‘Do you really want to know what I’ve got?’
  • Wait for it
  • Junhui dragged Hao into the lounge, dead center for everyone to see
  • ‘Look, we have our own personal slut, he’s been such a whore for me’
  • With only a few scissoring motions and the lube of a condom, Hao was being fucked doggy style, head pulled back due to Junhui tugging on his blonde locks, by his true Daddy™ 
  • Everyone was gobsmacked to know this information and couldn’t react 
  • (((Although Cheol and Wonwoo went and jerked themselves off over him)))
  • And seriously everyone gasped when they saw the sight of Hao SCREAMING pleads and moaning until his voice went hoarse and when handprints were being imprinted on his round little ass
  • Of course, Junhui made it clear to everyone that Hao can fuck who he likes, but he belonged to Jun
  • ‘Who makes you feel this good? Hmmm? Who do you belong to?’ ‘YOU, DADDY!’
  • Honestly, it all ends with Junhui cumming in Haos mouth 
  • (((with Cheol and Wonwoo cumming vaguely in Hao’s direction, too scared of Jun lmao)))
  • Minghao was breathless, but with a content grin on his face
  • That’s it.
  • Hao is broken
  • He loves cum and sex and it consumes him so much and he can’t go back to vanilla sex anymore even when he’s feeling soft, the cumslut mindset embodies him 24/7
  • (Junhui is also broken, he loves having a cumslut like Minghao)
A Cup of Coffee ' Lee Jihoon

anon requested: “Can you do an au about woozi having a crush on the reader and vice versa but both had to find out about their feelings towards each other through the reader’s homepage wallpaper. They would have known each other for a long time already but just didn’t want to lose their friendship bc they don’t know if it was mutual! It should have loads of fluff 😂🙏🏻🙏🏻”

  • okay to start this off
  • I think it’s safe to say that Jihoon is your best friend
  • you’ve known each other since high school
  • you’ve supported him before and after his debut
  • you were right beside him during his trainee years
  • the both of you have spent a lot of time together
  • made wonderful memories together
  • and have earned each other’s trust and have each other to lean towards to at hard times
  • you two were practically inseparable
  • and you were one of the few people who Jihoon has a soft spot for
  • “Jihoonie can we go get food?” You plead
  • “Aigoo. Not now. I'm working on something." Jihoon responds, not taking his eyes off the music sheets
  • "okay..” You respond softly as you sit back
  • without even 5 minutes passing
  • “Fine fine let’s go get food. Just stop acting cute.” He says as he exits the studio
  • you follow behind him with a smile of victory plastered on your face
  • you were also one of those few people who Jihoon wouldn't get mad at
  • “Aigoo~ our Jihoonie is so cute!" Svt members coo at him as they try pinching his cheek
  • "Fight me. I swear. Fight me." Jihoon would reply as he swat their hands away
  • "They’re not wrong. You are cute.” You smile sweetly at his direction
  • Jihoon would be blushing so hard after that
  • and the rest of the svt members would look at you as if you tamed a dragon
  • “Wahh..how did she..if we had continued, Jihoon woulve killed us.”
  • everything was fine with the both of you
  • beyond fine in fact
  • one problem tho
  • you fell for him
  • tbh after all the time you have spent together, who wouldn’t
  • falling for him wasn’t the only problem 
  • what would happen if you told him was another
  • yes the two of you built this whole relationship with an understanding and acceptance towards each other
  • but it scares you thinking that he might not feel the same way 
  • and your whole relationship with him might end
  • because Jihoon has always had this wall when it comes to his emotions ∙ rarely does he show them
  • so knowing whether he likes you or not is like jumping off a cliff with no safety gear on 
  • not knowing whether you’ll get hurt or not
  • and it’s really scary considering that you’re risking your whole relationship here
  • one wrong move and you could lose him
  • but the feeling of not knowing is practically killing you at this point
  • so you slowly start showing signs
  • like going to his studio 10 minutes before he does
  • and leaving a cup of coffee with a different note on it everyday
  • “Ahh my Jihoonie~ You’re working hard for this comeback. Here’s a cup a coffee to help you throughout the day. xoxo y/n”
  • “Yah. You forgot about our movie marathon yesterday. It’s alright haha don't worry~ Don’t overwork yourself. xoxo y/n”
  • “Hey smol dude. If you don't mind, I borrowed your sweater yesterday. Hehe it surprisingly smells good. Don’t overwork yourself. And make sure to eat or I will feed you myself. xoxo y/n”
  • or by casually flirting every now and then
  • “I didn't know angels walk among us.” you wink at him
  • “Yeah. I also didn't know demons walk among us.” he smirks at you
  • “…Jihoon I swear.” you playfully hit him on his shoulder
  • his members did though
  • they noticed how your eyes basically smiled whenever he is near,
  • how soft and gentle you talk to him,
  • how you're always there beside him to take care of him when he can’t
  • they noticed it all
  • and they didn't even hesitate helping you two get together
  • even though you didn't need help, they insisted
  • “No really guys, it’s fine. You don't have to.”
  • “Nope. We’re gonna help you and Jihoon get together whether you like it or not.”
  • and boy did they help
  • they’ve tried a lot of things too 
  • one was when all of you went to an amusement park
  • and while you and Jihoon were buying ice cream
  • they all suddenly disappeared
  • leaving you with just Jihoon
  • “Where did everyone go?” he asks, holding his cup of ice cream
  • “I don't know.” you say in confusion
  • after like minutes of waiting for them
  • the both of you have already finished your ice creams
  • “Let’s just spend the day together then. I don't wanna wait for them anymore. Lets go.” He says holding your hand as he takes you to a ride
  • and wasn’t that one of the best days you have ever had
  • still kind of pissed with the members that they didn't tell you the plan
  • but you got to spend the whole day with Jihoon
  • so it’s a win-win
  • another one was when all of you were hanging out at their dorm
  • and you were all playing 7 minutes in heaven
  • where you write your name on a piece of paper
  • put it in a box
  • and whoever's name is in the paper you pick
  • you have to be locked in a small room/closet with that person for 7 minutes
  • hence the name, 7 minutes in heaven
  • after a few rounds of the game 
  • by rounds I mean your otps being stuck in a small closet for 7 minutes
  • it was finally your turn
  • and the universe decided that they wanted to play with you at that moment
  • “Jihoon." 
  • everyone basically started pushing the both of you towards the closet as soon as you said that
  • "I didn't expect that this closet would be this small." He said
  • "How could it be small for you when you're already small?” You teasingly asked
  • “Haha. Very funny y/n. " He said 
  • surprisingly, the atmosphere wasn’t that awkward
  • maybe because it was just the two of you
  • yes you two were in a small closet
  • yes you're almost leaning against him
  • but it wasn’t awkward
  • the whole 7 minutes was spent talking with the other with little space in between you two
  • and that was it
  • as much to your and the members’ disappointment
  • nothing happened
  • after a few more times of trying to get the two of you together
  • you were honestly close to giving up at telling him at all
  • the other members went somewhere and yet again you two were left alone 
  • the two of you decided to have a movie marathon
  • it is now between 11-12 am
  • the both of you are already halfway through your 3rd movie
  • "Why did she do that?” He asks in frustration
  • “I don't know, that's why we’re watching it”
  • “She shouldn’t have done that.” He replies
  • a few minutes later
  • the story got a bit boring and the two of you wanted to find another one
  • “Hmm. Where's my phone? Can you hand me my phone Hoon?” You ask, pointing at your phone right in front of him
  • “Sure”
  • and as if the universe wanted to play with you again
  • a notification popped up as soon as he picked up your phone 
  • allowing him to see your lock screen
  • the notification covered some of it but it’s really obvious that it was him in your lock screen
  • “Ahh! No don’t look at it!” You jumped from your seat taking your phone from him
  • he didn’t say anything
  • he just smirked
  • “You have me as your lockscreen?” He looks at you
  • “Erm..no..what are y-" 
  • "Mhmm, I know you’re lying right now.” He said 
  • “Fine fine. Yes it’s you. Let me explain”
  • he just nods in response
  • “okay so uhm. The reason why you're my lockscreen is because I uhm, kinda sorta have feelings for…for you.” you say looking down, blushing 
  • he just stayed quiet
  • “Please if you don’t feel the same way, that’s fine with me. Just please, still be my best friend.” You plead
  • “Ahh…I uhm..” he says
  • “…what is it?” You ask him
  • he says nothing and just hands you his phone
  • and you see that
  • his homepage is a picture of you
  • “I like you too y/n.." 
  • you were honestly about to scream
  • but you just pulled him in for a hug
  • "Phew thank god! I was scared I was gonna lose my best friend!” You say
  • “I just told you I liked you too and you’re still calling me your best friend?” He said jokingly
  • “What do you want me to call you then?” You ask as you pull away from the hug
  • “Mine” he smirks
  • you hit him lightly on his chest
  • “Aish. I bet Junhui taught you that.” You say to him
  • “Anyway…now that we know we have feelings for each other. Do you want to go on a date this week?” He asks
  • “Yes! Ofcourse!” You respond basically screaming
  • “Calm down. Let’s continue watching the movie. Or maybe let’s find another one. This one’s getting boring.” He chuckles
  • he opens his arms, signalling that you can cuddle
  • without hesitation
  • you went in 
  • the rest of the night was spent cuddling, watching and planning the date you two were gonna have this week.
  • “How about the amusement park? Or the beach? Or the museum? Oh! Theres a park near by. How about a picnic?” You ask
  • “Anywhere and anytime is fine. As long as I'm with you.”

Originally posted by woozioppa

~ Admin Soph


anonymous asked:

my issue is not to so much the few steve/bucky we had but how little steve's character was developed in what is supposed to be a cap film and i'm very ??? about that because what was the reason for that? tony getting more screentime and all the stuff they had to add so not enough time? were they really threatened by stucky, or just didn't care, that they shortened their scenes hurting steve's character in the process? either way i'm salty about it

I felt Civil War did spend time Steve’s character and storyline, but it was more hidden and nuanced than Tony’s side. You had to tease Steve’s emotions out from his expressions, his actions, and his lack of words. It’s frustrating, because you can see the potential… but the movie didn’t give Steve that focus.

From what little we saw, Steve’s characterization was fairly accurate; we still see his exhaustion in being Captain America, his wariness of governing bodies, and his frustration over political wars. And Steve still stands by his ideals in CW, the very things that made him Captain America in the first place. So Steve’s side was included.

The problem is… Tony’s side was so blatantly shown that Steve’s storyline felt understated. You didn’t have to think about Tony’s motivations because they were told to you, which means people didn’t look too deeply at Steve’s reasoning, expecting the same superficial level of storytelling for both sides. It made it look like Steve wouldn’t sign the Accords because he was too involved with Bucky, which isn’t remotely the reason – but because that’s what Marvel mainly told us in the press about Cap3, it’s what general audiences saw. The bias was already there.

But Cap fans know that the battle of “Superheroes vs Government Control” has been building since the beginning of Steve’s storyline, since his very creation as Captain America. You really need the context of Steve’s previous films to understand his reasoning in this one. It’s a well-done progression of plot, and it should have been reiterated in Civil War.

Steve’s story started the arms race for supersoldiers – Cap’s creation, the creation of Red Skull, and Bucky’s capture (twice) all contributed to this theme of control, of these governments wanting power. Steve was made to be a weapon to defeat the other side, nothing more, but Steve did what he could to keep people free. Then, The Avengers saw political greed: SHIELD kept the tesseract for their own gain, and the Avengers/SHIELD were controlled by the international ‘World Security Council’, who wanted to nuke New York. This is the start of Steve’s anger, and his split from the government. 

In CATWS, we saw further political corruption and unchecked power: Fury’s Helicarriers were for ‘monitoring and protection’ of individuals, approved by the World Security Council, and there’s the events of Pierce’s HYDRA regime too. Basically, CATWS was about people with agendas and their bid for control, all done through legal channels rather than an strict ‘evil’ side. And now, in Civil War, we see more of this struggle for political power using Supersoldiers. The governments of the world want the Avengers back under their thumb, acting like they’ve never been supervised before. All of this culminated in the UN Accords: The Registration and Deployment of Enhanced Individuals. 

The government has always been trying to control Superheroes for their own power and domination, and they have always been wrong to a scary degree. It’s not freedom, but fear. It’s not protection, but internment. This is why Steve will not sign the Accords – it’s the ‘official’ document of the same Agenda the MCU government has been trying to achieve for 80 years. The Accords have nothing to do with accountability of superheroes, but with control of them, as we see later with both General Ross and Everett Ross’ actions. It has nothing to do with making the world a better place. 

But I don’t know if general viewers would see that overarching theme as easily. You have to be very familiar with Steve’s political arc in the Captain America films in order to understand what’s going on with him in Civil War… and most people aren’t, Tony fans especially. Steve’s motivations are there, but maybe Marvel should have dialled back Tony’s in order to let Steve’s shine more? I wish they had paralleled the governments’ manipulation of Tony to their manipulation of Steve/Fury in previous films, instead of just focusing on Tony’s fear. It would have made the statement all the more poignant. 

Steve’s storyline made sense, though, and I thought it was a nice conclusion of his Captain America arc: he took up the shield because of what he believed in, fighting for freedom, and he threw down the shield because of what he believed – individual freedoms. The shield limits who Steve can be, and he has no use or need for it anymore. His time with the government is done. 

anonymous asked:

Heya! Hope you're having a good day. Onwards with trenchcoat discourse, 'cos that seems to be a hot topic about now. I always thought the coat was a cute quirk. Let me explain: When Cas is ready to possess him Jimmy goes and puts on a suit. The angels all wear suits so maybe this is standard procedure. But it's cold out so Jimmy puts this trenchcoat on top, perhaps expecting Cas to take it off after. But no. Cas leaves it on. Maybe he didn't notice. Or maybe he chose to keep it. And I like that.

Hey! Thanks I hope you are too!

See the thing with the trench coat is that it has become a symbol of Castiels ‘angel uniform’. I don’t think there is anything in canon that specifies that angels have to wear a suit, just that visually for symbolic purposes angels are made to look formal. The same way that demons generally wear suits in later seasons but their suits are much darker colours than the angels outfits. The ongoing dress code of business attire seems to run through both heaven and hell.

Clothing generally is chosen very carefully and specifically in Supernatural (you have probably heard meta writers go on about Dean’s red shirt of bad decisions, or his bisexual plaid (though that is kind of a joke as well as being sort of serious)). With Cas, his outfit also reflects his state throughout the series. 

The original trench coat did start off as Jimmy’s, and whilst we have no real way of knowing if it was Cas who encouraged Jimmy to put on a suit and trench coat, or if it was just a regular outfit for Jimmy, Cas seemed to like it enough to keep it. I always loved the original trench coat as well. Especially after Dean carried it around for so long making it a symbol of Cas’s return and proof that Dean never really let him go: “I always thought you’d come back” he said when he finally returned the coat.

The fact that Cas cleaned the coat and got himself a new suit in season 8 after purgatory proved how much he had grown attached to it. It is only in season 9 once he was human and broke that he had to get rid of it, thus symbolically shedding himself of every part of his angelic being, with nothing left but his humanity. 

When Cas does steal some grace and “angel up” again, the first thing he does is find himself another trench coat. This time one HE chose. But it also became a symbol of the broken angel, the angel with the stolen grace, the angel who went through so much pain at the hands of his brothers and sisters, the angel with the burnt and broken wings. The angel who was lost. This trench coat became the symbol of Cas’s ‘decay’ period. A period of time in the show where he drastically deteriorated in both mental and physical state to the point where, by the end of season 12, even though he was finally starting to realise that he had a home and a family who loved him, and who he loved in return, it still wasn’t enough to stop another creature coming along, and looking inside his vulnerable mind. The fact that he was so desperate for a win, to do something GOOD, that he was manipulated again. “sock puppetted” as Dean said, and whilst Jack may have meant well (just like Ephraim meant well in 9x06) Cas still ended up loosing his life.

The later trench coat therefore from a symbolic perspective, MUST go. All signs point to season 13 as Cas’s “transformation” period. I desperately hope that the later trench coat will be burned in 13x01. Because I want Cas to rise from the ashes anew. So that when he DOES return to the human world, he will find himself something NEW to wear, because then we will KNOW that his transformation arc is something the creators are really thinking about. If they take costume design so seriously, (like the previous costume choices on the show prove they do) there is no excuse to keep Cas in that awful ill fitting trench coat that is a symbol of his mental and physical decay since season 9. 

Having said that though, if Cas really is just waking up in some other realm *cough*the empty*cough*. Then chances are he will imagine himself in that bloody trench coat and for the first few episodes he is in, he will be wearing the coat anyway. 

Here’s hoping that when he does find himself back in the real world, he will wake up naked, in a hunky body rebuilt for him (because the original body burned) and have to wear something else ( preferably a black leather trench coat right out of the matrix movies.) Imagine the look on Dean’s face if he showed up dressed like that though? So because of all of those reasons, I am team ‘burn the coat. Even though I loved the original and wouldn’t mind seeing that again.

With the Most Illogical Love

Dear Spock,

I write this to you of necessity. Also, Bones is making me write it. He says that I’m going crazy. I have to say that I pretty much am. You’re making me go insane Spock. You died, and I can’t take it anymore. I’m going mad with grief. I promise that I will do anything in my power as captain to bring you back. I’ll be sitting the captain’s chair, and I’ll look over, expecting to see you at your station. But you aren’t and it’s some other science officer in your place. I don’t even know his name. I don’t care. For all I care, it could be McCoy that was working right beside me, but it wouldn’t be you. Every time that I expect to see you, and see this other guy instead, I get so angry. I want to attack him, and I think that he’s noticed. He thinks that I hate him, and I do. But I don’t. I know that that isn’t logical but it’s true. I hate him, because he’s not you. He’s got black hair, so for a split second I can think that it’s you, and I think that that moment of calm and peace fuels my anger more. But I don’t hate him either. I know that he’s doing his job, and I know that I shouldn’t hate him. I know that it isn’t god damn logical to hate him, but I almost do. I almost would rather not have a science officer here then have to watch someone else do your job.

It’s not logical, Spock. None of it is logical. I hate it. I hate how illogical it is. I hate how much I care. I hate it so much. I’m always angry. I’m always depressed. I’m always empty. I am so emotional, Spock, and I can’t turn it off. I want to lose emotion. I’d rather be totally empty then to feel all of this, and yet I don’t want to lose it. I can’t handle it anymore, but I couldn’t stand to lose it. I hardly even know what ‘it’ is, really. Emotions. Thoughts. Living. Now I’m not about to throw myself outside of the ship, but I’d be lying if the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.

Don’t worry about me, though. Not that you can. You’re dead. That feels weird to say, especially because the crew skirts around it every time that it comes up. Even when it comes to who’s going down to the surface on so-and-so planet. Me, Bones, and… that random science officer that I’ve yet to learn his name. I think that he pities me, Spock. Or hates me. Both. I don’t know. I don’t even care anymore.

Speaking of skirting around subjects. Bones has been reading this over my shoulder when he gets the chance, so I’ve been avoiding the main subject that I think needs to be addressed with this. The main thing- the only thing- that I’ve been able to think about since you died to save the ship. I can’t stop, but if I keep thinking about it, I’ll collapse in on myself like a dying star. So that is why I need to tell you about this, because if I don’t say anything then I’ll actually drive myself crazy, but if I tell someone, it’ll become so much more real. So saying it to you doesn’t really count anymore does it? It doesn’t really mean anything. So I’ll probably drive myself to insanity anyway, but it should feel good to put on paper. I’m still stalling, and if you could read this you’d probably give one of those sighs that you always denied existed. Get on with it, I suppose. And yet, there’s Bones trying to read this over my shoulder, and if I say this now, then I won’t be able to go back from it. As I said, it’ll become real.

Spock. Nobody’s said your name since the funeral. You wouldn’t have liked my eulogy much. It was way too emotional. And yet, I felt it described you well. Human. Your soul is very human. And yes, I know that that isn’t logical at all. Yet that’s how you were. Or perhaps it’s the idealized version of you that I’ve practically created in my head, but it’s how I saw you and whether that was right or not is frankly completely up for grabs. I can see that I’m not the only one that’s been effected by your death. Though I can’t imagine anyone else going through the torture that I’m going through, the pain, the suffering, and the… anger.

McCoy has been telling me about the seven stages of grief. Something about if I know what to expect, it might be easier for me. It wasn’t. Shock, which I got through slower than I thought I would. It was well past your funeral before I got through it. Denial, which left a toll on me. That was the most times I’d glanced over to your station, just in case that you’d come back while I wasn’t looking. Bargaining. That was an odd one. I’ve never been a religious person. You know that. Yet, soon after I realized that you were gone, I felt that there had to be a way to get you back. I prayed every night. I thought that there must be some way. That you could be brought back to me. Guilt was one of the worst. What if. That was the beginning of practically every thought that I had during that stage. What if I’d stopped you from going? What if you’d taken a little less time? What if we’d opened the chamber? What if I’d gone instead? I felt that if I'd done something different, then you might still be alive. Anger was hard for the rest of the crew. I would lash out, as if, instead of being my fault anymore, it was theirs. That was when they pitied me. They pitied how emotionally unstable I was. How so obviously messed up I was. And when I realized how much they pitied me, I fell, almost seamlessly, into the next stage. Depression. It was so sudden, that the crew didn’t even realize how terribly I’d started the day. It wasn’t until one of the ensigns spilled their trey of food all over my shirt that they realized. Because, for the last few weeks, I’d have glared, and started yelling at him, I now just backed away, and walked out of the room. I went back to my quarters, and I stayed there until McCoy practically forced me out. Nothing improved for two weeks. I would sit in my quarters, until someone- usually Bones- would come in to force me to go eat, or go to the bridge. I say would, yet it’s still happening. That was what happened just before now, as I’m sitting in Sick Bay, and Bones is forcing me to write this. The next stage, as McCoy told me, was acceptance. Acceptance. Accepting that you died. Accepting that you’re not coming back. Accepting that it wasn’t my fault. Accepting there was nothing that I, or anyone else could’ve done about it. Accepting that life will go on. And yet, I can’t imagine how anything could get better, how I could possibly accept that you died. That you just aren't here anymore. When I told him this, he gave me that pitying smile that I’ve seen so much in the past few months. And then he told me that nobody feels like that, and once you do, that’s when you’ve already accepted your grief. That didn’t really make me feel any better. I don’t think he thought that it would. But he’d hoped. I think that I pity him. Because he thinks that I’m going to get better. He thinks that this letter will help, but I don’t think that it will. It might, but it’s not going to magically fix me like he thinks it will.

I still won’t just write it. I’m still stalling. I’ve been stalling just saying it for years now, and perhaps you’d guessed it. I don’t know. If you did, then I’m sorry. If you didn't… then I suppose that I have to write it now. Because McCoy says that I have to write my feelings, and this is how I feel. One of those many, many emotions that I can’t contain any longer. One of the emotions that keeps swirling around inside of me. With all of the accumulated shock, denial, bargaining, anger, and depression. Something that feels like hope, but softer. Something that should keep me happy, but can’t because you’re gone.

I’ve fallen in love you, Spock. I don’t feel any better having written it. I haven’t been magically fixed like every movie says you will be when you admit that you love someone. I don’t know how I feel about it. I feel scared. I’m blushing, and I think that Bones has noticed. He’s also noticed that I started crying, which I haven’t done since I truly felt the emotions that I had. I know that I said that there are emotions swirling through me, but it isn’t the same. I feel these emotions, but just the emotions themselves, and not the true feeling of them. Like eating when you have a cold, and you can feel the food in your mouth, but you can’t quite taste the full spectrum of flavor. I feel like I’ve been floating around, not quite experiencing things through my own body.

I do love you. I really do. And somehow, now that I’ve said it, it doesn’t seem to be so huge now. Like wanting a bike for your birthday so bad, but then when you get it, you find that you don’t really care for it anymore. You still like it, but it doesn’t seem like your world is going to end if you don’t get the bike. I love you, and though I accepted that a long time ago, it still seemed like the most important thing happening in my life- second only to your death- and now… while still a big part of my life, it doesn’t seem quite so important.

Did you know? I really don’t know if you knew. I don’t think you did though. You probably would’ve found the logical thing to be to tell me that you knew, and tell me- in the nicest, most professional way possible- that I didn’t have a chance in hell.

I have so much more to say, yet I can’t find the words to say them. I think that Bones knows how much I have to say, because every time I look like I’m about to stop writing, he looks at me with this really intense stare. You know how he is. Knew. I keep fluctuating from present to past tense. I’m talking to you. I’m talking to Spock. It’s been months, except I still haven’t quite gotten used to saying anything about you in past tense.

I think that I understand a bit more now why Bones made me write this. I think that he wanted- and still wants- me to realize what I’m feeling. That I’ve had so many emotions in the past months, that I can’t even sort out what I’m feeling. And that I’ve bottled it in so much that I can’t process any of it anymore. I think that he wanted me to sort it all out so that I can start that process of accepting what happened. Not that I’m anywhere close to accepting any of it yet. It still feels like a whirlpool of emotion, and I feel like I’m about to drown in it. But maybe a little bit slower.

I know that I’ve been using a lot of metaphors and flowery language in this letter thing, and you probably wouldn’t understand half of it, but it’s not as if you’re ever going to read this? I mean. You’re dead. I haven't accepted it per se, but I at least realize that it’s a fact, and that nothing I can do can change that. Just like I can’t change the fact that I’m in love with you. I practically went through the whole seven stages of grief when I first realized that I was in love with you. First came the shock. I was definitely surprised by that realization. I never really expected to fall in love with a Vulcan- however human his soul might be. The denial came soon after, trying to tell myself that I couldn’t love you. That I didn’t care for you like that. I knew that we were definitely friends, that I loved you, but not that I'd fallen in love with you. Bargaining wasn’t quite so much bargaining as, I realized that I loved you, but I was trying to get myself to fall out of love with you. It didn’t work- obviously. The more that I tried to get myself to not be in love with you, the more in love with you I fell. It sounds poetic, and not the logical thing, but it happened. Guilt felt very different too. I felt guilty that I had to put you through the hardships of friend-zoning someone. I’d been there before, and it feels terrible. It’s so awkward, and you eventually just drift away from the person. I didn’t want to make you have to do that. That feeling transferred through the rest of it all, up until I did accept it. Anger was strange. I wasn’t mad at you, not in the slightest. If anything, I was pissed at myself for letting myself fall in love with you. Like it was my fault somehow. The depression was more internalized. I know that you noticed that. You asked me if I was feeling alright. That meant so much to me, and you didn’t even realize that. I realized in that moment that it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t affect our relationship any. It wouldn’t break any part of that, because our bond was so strong that it couldn’t be torn by how I felt. I realized that I shouldn’t be down about how I felt, that I really didn’t have any way to change it, and that I shouldn’t get depressed about the fact that I’d fallen in love with someone. Falling in love sounds like such a beautiful and elegant process, but I realize now how messy it is. With every other person that I’ve fallen in love with, it was that nice feeling like you were just falling into a bed of flowers. I know that you don’t really understand, because I don’t think that you’ve ever really fallen in love. I don’t really know. Did you love T'Pring? I don’t know at all. You’ve never really talked about that at all. You didn’t even want to talk about it during Pon Farr. I could understand this, but I can’t say that I didn’t feel hurt by it. You were dying and you didn’t bother to tell me.

I never quite understood the Vulcan ways as much as I should have. You probably explained more to me than any Vulcan had told a human- other than the rare instances like your mother and father. I never quite understood how lucky I was. That you would tell me about the Pon Farr, even though it was frowned upon by Vulcan cultural standards. That I even got to know you. For all I know, there’s a chance that I could have never met you. Never have gotten to know you, and never have fallen in love with you. I- and the rest of the crew- would’ve died in your place, if not long before that. The whole crew was effected, as I said, and none as much as me.

McCoy is joking with me, and telling me that I don’t have to write a ten page paper. I know that it was a joke, but I almost feel like I’d have to write a ten page paper to completely say how I feel. I plan to start from the beginning. I plan to spill my heart out on this paper, as many pages as it takes. However much you might scoff at the blatant display of emotion, I plan to write down exactly what happened.

People say that you know when you fall in love. I don’t think that that was the case for me. There was definitely a moment in which I realized that I was in love, but I know that I’d fallen in love with you far before that. I don’t think that even Bones- who I’m guessing figured out long ago that I’d fallen for you- knew how early, or how hard I’d fallen. As I said, there was an obvious moment that I realized I’d fallen for you- and even though the denial of it came swiftly after, I still realized that what I felt for you wasn’t just friendship. That moment wasn’t too far into what was supposed to be a relaxing shore leave. That planet that produced your dreams. I never quite told anyone why I chose to stay, but I chose to stay- completely out of denial- for Ruth. I first saw her there, and I realized that I no longer felt anything. I realized that I didn’t want her anymore. I wanted you. The phase of shock barely even took an hour, and the denial hit hard. I chose to stay for Ruth, I told myself over and over again, even though I spent most of my time there with you. That’s why I seemed so off. You even asked me about it, I remember. You thought that I should head back to the ship and lie down in my quarters. You thought that I must’ve been ill, or that I’d hurt myself running away from the samurai. You never suspected that it was because I was in love. You were so kind to me. You even offered to bring me back to the ship, more concerned about my health then you were about getting some much needed rest and leisure in. You always did work yourself too hard. That was something I loved and hated about you. You were so determined- and, daresay, passionate- about your work. You always thought about your job, and about the rest of the crew before you thought about your own safety. It was my health over yours because I was the captain, and Star Fleet says to protect the captain’s life over your own.

My hands are now shaking as I write this, thinking about all of the things that made you such a beautiful soul. The things that made me fall for you in the first place, and then keep falling deeper and deeper still. I don’t think that I’ll ever quite stop loving you. Whether I do- as McCoy says I will- move on one day, and stop grieving, I will still love you. I’ll never quite let go of that hope that still lingers that you did love me. I think that’s something good out of all of this. I still have that hope. I can still hang on to that dream that you loved me, that you cared for me the way that I still care about you. While I know that most of this is completely inconceivable, I still have that hope that, had I told you, you might’ve said similarly. I never got the complete rejection, so I can never really know for sure what exactly it was that you felt for me. Whether it was a friendly affection, brotherly, or something more, I will never know. And I think that I’m at peace with that, at the very least. I think that I came to my peace with that before you die. I knew that I would never be able to pluck up the courage to tell you anything, so I came to peace with the fact that I would never know what your exact reaction would be. I’m glad that I’ve made that peace. I have one solid think amidst this tossing, and whirling sea of grief. One fact I know will never change- one that I’ve gotten peace with.

Once again, I’m sure that you’d be scoffing if you actually could read this. Not that you would be allowed to, even if you were alive. I wouldn’t let you. No offense to you, but I’m not really the kind of person who’d be likely to spill their guts out to someone, if I’m sure that they don’t feel similarly. And once again, no offense to you, but I have little faith that you’d fallen in love with me. I can’t tell you how much I wish you did- had, whatever- even if I were only to find out in the minutes before your death. I feel like that might’ve given me a bit of peace. But deep down, I know that that’s a load of bullshit. It would’ve made me angry. I would’ve wallowed in the anger and misery for not knowing how you felt until minutes before I lost you. Yet I kid myself that it would be more painful than the pain of not knowing either way- something that I’ve already blessed as a good thing. Sometimes I find the human race- myself in particular- even more illogical than you ever voiced. How illogical this letter would seem to you. I am writing to a dead man. On doctor’s orders. And I’m spewing out the most illogical things, aren’t I? Sometimes, the things that I write here barely even make sense to myself. But nevertheless I still write them. Because I’m trying to get down those raw feelings that are now bubbling up for the first time in a long time.

I feel a little bit uneasy writing this. Like a character in a horror movie might feel- but not at all. It’s an odd feeling writing to a dead man. I don’t know how to feel about it. As I sit here in Sick Bay, I know that I should feel like its familiar, but somehow I feel like I’m sitting at an old friend’s house. The feeling that I know where I am, and that there are familiar aspects to it, but there are oddly subtle things that have been changed, and that’s making it very uneasy as a whole. I’m writing to a dead man. That’s hit me hard as I write this, and I can feel McCoy’s pitying stare when he knows that I’m not looking. I think that he knows how much this has affected me. I can tell by how he looks at me when he thinks I can’t see him. He looks at me like he sort of knows how I feel, and… I do know that he pities me. Because however much he thinks that he understands what I’m going through with your death, he really does think that I’m pitiful. And I am. I spend half of my time sitting in my quarters, lying on my back, and just staring at the ceiling. I want to cry, but I can’t. It feels like I used all of my tears before I have none left to use. Used to. I’m crying now. That’s past tense. God, it feels like I don’t even understand past tense versus present tense anymore. Like my entire kindergarten year was put to waste. I can’t discern when it’s okay to say write about this and talk about you in past tense, or present tense. I don’t want to use past tense. It makes it feel final in a way that even the funeral didn’t make it. Past tense means that you’re not coming back. Past tense means you’re not here. Past tense is too final. I can’t do it in past tense, because, even though I got over that stage, it still feels like I’d be admitting defeat. Like I was saying ‘yeah, he’s dead, so what, who cares?’ And that’s not even remotely how I feel. I feel that I am going to bring you back whatever it takes, and at whatever consequence to me. I would give my own life to let you live the rest of yours in a heartbeat. And I know that’s not logical, but I don’t give a damn. Love isn’t logical. Love doesn’t make any sense to anyone. You fall in love, and you can’t help it. You fall in love with whoever your heart wants. Your heart doesn’t care if it isn’t logical. When you fall in love, you don’t care if it would take years to be with them. When you fall in love, you don’t care about your own safety, as long as they are safe. When I fell in love, I didn’t care if I had to travel to the end of the universe and back to show it, I loved you. I still love you. I can’t help falling in love with you, Spock. I can practically hear your voice, telling me how illogical human emotions are, but this one, this one isn’t human. Your dad loves your mother. You can see it. Everyone should see that. Except Vulcan’s are so god damn blinded by the fact that emotions are so ‘illogical’ and ’human’ that they can’t see that Vulcan’s can fall in love. I’m not trying to say that you fell in love with me, and I’m not trying to convince you that love is logical. Wouldn’t be trying to. I don’t know anymore. What I’m trying to say is that Vulcan’s are really hypocritical if they want to tell us humans that we can’t fall in love, when they’re doing it. Even freaking T'Pring fell in love with Stonn. How are Vulcans creatures of pure logic, if many of them do something that’s so illogical? Once again, love isn’t logical. You question- used to question- how I could possibly be so illogical. Yet you didn’t even know the most illogical thing that I’ve ever done. I fell in love with you. That’s how illogical I am. I am so illogical, that I fell in love with my first officer. I fell in love with a Vulcan. I fell in love with that human soul. I fell in love with you, Spock.

I fell in love with you. I still love you. I’m so in love with you that it physically hurt me to lose you. I will find you again. That’s what writing this letter forced me to see. I will bring you back to life at whatever cost. Because that’s what love is.

With the most illogical love,



Dear Jim,

It scares me that I can’t remember some things. I want to remember. I know that I will eventually remember it all, and that it’s most likely that I just need to wait a little bit, but I am still scared. The process took me down to my roots, and, as much as I dislike saying it, I have humanity in my roots.

How do you feel? That’s what my mother wants to know. How do I feel? How do I describe how I feel? I feel scared, but I can’t tell my mother that. I feel confused, but I can’t tell my mother that. I feel many other things, but I can’t tell anyone that.

I feel fine. That’s what I told her. And yet I don’t. I feel worse than fine, and better than fine, and I don’t understand it. I am glad that I’m beginning to remember everything. I am glad that you don’t treat me any different for have losing my memory.

I was going through the ships logs and documents, in some sort of effort to remember even more of what I learned before, when I found your letter. I must say that I have a lot to write about the content in your letter. I think that the first thing that I want to say is that I did not know about your feelings toward me. Now that I know, I’m finding that much more obvious than I think that I found it before. As I said, I did not notice. I believe that the reasoning behind this was that I simply was not looking for it. I didn’t think it possible for anyone to love me, an unemotional Vulcan. You touched on this. After addressing that, a question that you asked several times throughout your letter, I find myself compelled to write my response to the rest of the letter, some of the things that were going through my head as I read it.

Are you really going mad, Jim? I struggle to understand why one would start to drive oneself insane, because of something that was done to save an entire ship. As I said, and you repeated to me back on Vulcan, the needs of the many do outweigh the needs of the few. I presume that you speak under the influence of survivor’s guilt. This is shown in many ways. You find yourself feeling guilty about someone else dying to save you. You seem to find yourself in a position where you’d rather yourself be dead than me. I want to tell you that you need not feel that, especially now that I’m alive. I wish I could go back, and tell you not to worry. Not to feel guilty. I know you probably don’t like me saying that it’s not logical to hate the science officer who replaced me, and it’s not, yet I feel a twinge of that anger myself. I do not like that he took my place. I feel an odd sort of attachment to my station, and, as you say, seeing someone else there pushes an unfortunate emotional response from me.

Please don’t throw yourself off of the ship.

About the science officer, you probably should have learned his name. It is Terry Nelson. As well as learning about everything he needed to know about things related to being a science officer, he also dabbled in psychology. So, yes, Jim, I can answer that he probably did notice everything that you were doing. I do not, however, think that he hates you for it. It’s a very strong possibility that he pities you however. That isn’t a bad thing though. He saw that you were going through a rough time, and he felt bad about that. It is a very human emotion, pity is. If it is not your fault that a person isn’t happy, then you haven’t much reason to feel bad.

Has no one really said anything about me since the funeral? That seems a little bit odd to me. It seems like talking should help. Which is why McCoy is making you write this. There was an audio file of your eulogy. You are wrong however. While it was definitely rather off putting to listen to my own eulogy, I did like it. It did fit me. And yet it didn’t. I am not an emotional person, Jim. Rather, I’m not emotional for a human. I am for a Vulcan. I suppress my emotions as much as I possibly can. It’s just what I do. One of the only times you’ve seen genuine emotions from me was from the time of the Pon Farr. While this is one of the most emotional times for Vulcans, it was almost made worse by my human heritage. Humans are innately more emotional than Vulcans are. When I thought I’d killed you, I felt terrible. I felt worse than that. I felt what you must have felt after I died, except worse, because I thought that I had been the one to kill you. When I turned around, and I saw you, and… it might not have looked it, but I lost it a little bit. You saw me smile, and that was all that I would show you. I felt so much more. Like what you describe later on in your letter. I felt happy, and yet I still had all of the guilt that I’d gotten from killing you in the first place. I think it was because I still felt bad that I had taken your life, and even though you were alive I felt that the deed that I had done hadn’t gone away, but almost that you had come back and were going to give me grief for killing you. You didn’t though. I think that that makes you special.

The seven stages of grief. It’s interesting how everyone goes through the same process with grief. The same seven general seven stages. Did the amount of time that was given between me dying, and then coming back to life give you time to accept it? Had you accepted my death before I came back to life? If I died again, soon, then would you start back over with shock? Or would you start again with depression, or acceptance, if you got there?

Stalling. I’ve always found the concept fascinatingly illogical. You know that you’re going to have to end up saying something about whatever it is anyway, and yet you try to waste time by rambling on about whatever in an attempt to not have to tell whoever it is that you’re needing to tell whatever it is. It just prolongs the awkwardness, the tension, and pain.

You fell in love with me. Jim, you might feel now that this isn’t such a big deal, and yet to me, it feels like everything. You loved me, you still love me, and I see that now. Now that I haven’t been (quite illogically) telling myself that you don’t. Didn’t. Even I seem to be confusing tenses.

I really didn’t know. If I did, you would have known, and now that I do know, I guarantee that you will know that I do. Because you have a chance. You have a million chances in hell, earth and heaven. Because I’ve fallen in love with you. It didn’t make sense at first, but I love you and I can see that now. I feel that I should write pages and pages about it, but I don’t have to, because it’s true even in the simplest form. I love you. And that’s how it is, and there’s nothing more to say. Except there’s everything left to say. But there’s no way to write it down on paper.

You understand me, and we have a mutual realization how hard it is to write down how you feel on paper. It’s easier in some senses, but impossible in others. I know how Bones is, Jim. I know. At one point, at the point that you wrote this, it technically was correct to say knew, but now I know. You don’t have to use past tense anymore. It’s okay to say that I know.

McCoy is not making me write this. I think that I find this odd that I write this of my own free will. I am not emotional. And yet, writing this, I feel myself waxing a bit poetic. I’m obviously not going to start on with saying things about ‘love being a gently blossoming flower’, because that isn’t how it works for me at all. My love for you is more like a ship crashing down to a planet. From far away, it looks almost peaceful and at ease. But up close, from a personal point of view, it’s obviously crashing and everything is in a state of panic.

You have been using metaphors and figurative language quite extensively. Yet so have I. I have understood most of them. Even the simile using having a cold and eating. I did read it, which you obviously didn’t expect, and I am now wondering how you’re going to react when you find out that I have. I’m not sure you will be angry, but I’m not even sure you remember writing this. It’s been a long time. I have abandoned this letter more times than you will know, and now it’s been about three months since I started it, which makes for around eight months since you wrote it. Ten since I died. I too, went through some of the same seven stages when I realized my love for you. For me, the shock was more shock that I'd fallen in love with you, rather than I’d fallen in love with you. It felt very natural that, if I had to fall in love with someone, that I would fall in love with you. Denial was practically the same illogical step. I could not believe that I had, once again, fallen in love with you, and I denied it with all of my will. Bargaining was less for me trying to fall out of love (as you described it) than trying to ignore the feelings that I had. To shove them down into some deep corner of my mind and never think about them ever. You describe yours as 'The more I tried to get myself to not be in love with you, the more in love with you I fell.’ While it was a different scenario, it describes what I went through rather well. The more I tried to shove down my emotions- and mind you, I wasn’t just pushing down my love, I ended up somehow figuring out that ignoring all feeling worked better- the more I felt it bubbling it up. And the more it came up, the more I tried to shove it down. It became a circle of emotion and no emotions that never ended, until the guilt set in. The guilt for me, as well as the guilt that you talked about, included the feeling of betrayal of the Vulcan species. I feel like I’ve already betrayed them by denying the position at the Science Academy, and the fact that I have fallen in love with a human man feels like betraying them even more. Vulcans are a very logical species, and while their method for choosing a mate is very illogical, the mate that they pick is quite logical. An individual who does not have a record of family illness, an individual who has good genes. Someone who can continue the family line. A man choosing another man as a mate is so illogical, it’s almost laughable. As it is, my father was frowned upon for choosing a human woman as a mate. So what would the Vulcan race think if I, someone who already chose Star Fleet over the Science Academy, who is already of human decent, chose not only a human mate, but a male one too? That guilt consumed me for a while. Until I finally confided in my mother. She told me a story that she’d been taught in history class back on Earth. Back when they were still using the Gregorian calendar, the United States of America legalized same-sex marriage in all states on July 26th of 2015. She told me that for years before that there were individual states that were legalizing it one by one, and same-sex couples and other people supporting the legislature in other states were fighting for their rights. My mother told me that there were some states that frowned deeply upon same-sex couples, and instead of just not having a law that legalized marriage, they chose to go further and ban it all together. And still there were people in those states that wanted to get married. Here my mother finally got to her point. She said that even though the majority of people in these states had deep-seated homophobia, there were still many people who flaunted their same-sex partners in public. People would taunt them, some would even go as far as attacking them, even killing them, and yet still people would go out and tell the world that they had their rights, and they were going to stand by that until someone did something about it, and it would be made legal for them to marry their partner. Even though society told them that what they were doing was wrong, they did it anyway, and- as my mother quite eloquently put it- gave a big 'screw you’ to society. While I still wallowed in my guilt for a few more days, it was still my mother’s story that pulled me out of it. I believe that my anger might have blended together with guilt for I skipped right over that I could go straight into depression, which wasn’t really depression for me, but rather wallowing in my own self-pity. It was very much internalized, just as yours was, and likewise, it was the same logic that dragged me out of mine that got you out of yours. Why should I feel bad about something that I couldn’t help? Something that happens, and people- for the most part- view as a good thing? That’s how I rid myself of that self-pity that held me down for longer than it should have. Falling in love with someone, you say, sounds beautiful and elegant, and it does. Except on Vulcan, it almost has negative connotations. Emotional connotations. If I were to go back to Vulcan, and tell everyone that I’d fallen in love, I would be at risk of the same 'experiments’ that happened back when I was a child. A 'logical’ reason for bullying me, really. A name that covered up their teasing. They wanted to see how hard they had to push me for me to give an emotional response. They made fun of me. It took to them making fun of my mother for me to give them the emotional response that they wanted so much from me, and they didn’t bully me after that. There wasn’t a logical reason. Now, if I tell them that I’ve fallen in love, there would be that same 'logical’ reason to bully me. To elicit an emotional response. They could repeat the experiments that they conducted as a child. I am now an adult. Adult humans are less emotional, and less compulsive than children. If I went back and told them that I’d fallen in love, it would remind them that I was the child who stands out on Vulcan and Earth, and now the adult who is in Star fleet because I have no true home. If I went back to Vulcan right now, and told them that I’d fallen in love, then that would be the final proof that I don’t belong on Vulcan. You discuss later that my father fell in love with my mother, and I realize that. I see that. But none on Vulcan see that. They all feel that that isn’t something that we can talk about. Many Vulcan’s actively say that they are so unemotional that they don’t fall in love. Jim, I love you and sometimes I want to tell everyone that, but I don’t because, however illogical this sounds, I am stricken by how illogically logical it is. Peer pressure. That’s what it is. It’s so illogical, but I can’t help but to bend to it. I want to tell my father, but I feel like he would be disappointed. Even though I know that he wouldn’t be. Because he fell in love with a human, just like I did. And I know that it’s okay. And I know that he knows that it’s okay. But there’s such a disconnect between he and I that I can’t bring myself to tell him like I did with my mother.

You understand Vulcan ways more than you should. I tell you more than I really should have. As you said, I probably have told you more than any other Vulcan has told other people. You saw how T'Pau reacted when I told her that you and McCoy were my friends. She made me vouch for your behavior and she still didn’t trust you. She didn’t like that you were human. I told you about it because you were my friend. My T'hy'la. That was something that I don’t regret.

Even though you didn’t write ten pages, I feel that six sufficed. While there were only six pages of writing, there was so much more that was put into, emotionally, that I was able to derive from what you wrote. Like I said previously, sometimes you don’t need to write pages upon pages to explain how you feel. Sometimes saying that you love a person just takes three words. Sometimes it just takes a glance. Sometimes it takes a person’s mere presence to tell someone that they love them.

You’re not alone in not knowing when you fell in love. I don’t know either. Again, as with you, I remember when I realized that I fell in love with you. For me, it was when I, Dr. McCoy, and Mr. Scott were trapped on the New Paris colony. I thought that I was going to die down there, and that was when I realized that I had to get back. That I had to get back to you. And that’s why I pulled the stunt about expending all of the fuel as a sort of flare. That’s the emotional outburst that happened. It wasn’t fear of death like everyone assumed it was, it was fear of not being able to see you again. You asked me why I did it, and I was planning to tell the truth, but then I didn’t. I didn't lie, but I just said that it was logical, and looking back, it was. Had I not done it, we would have died for sure. If I had, then we had a slight chance of living. A slight chance of seeing you again. I have to say that I cannot remember asking you if you were okay. The thing is, that I have asked you so many times if you are okay, that that time must not have made much of an impression. Jim, you are not a careful person. You get into trouble way more than any other Star Fleet officer, and I can’t say that I approve. I don’t want you getting into more trouble than you can handle. I work myself too hard? Do I really? I don’t really notice. I always tried- and still try- my best. I am determined. And I am passionate about my work. If I were not, I would’ve taken the job at the Science Academy, and I would’ve never applied to Star Fleet. It does not offend me when you speak of the more human side of me as much as I let on. I do hold your health over mine, but for more reasons than you state. It is because you are the captain, and Star Fleet does say to protect the life of your captain over your own, but that is not the only reason. For one, I feel that you get into more trouble than I do, and because of that, I not only consider the possibility that you might’ve gotten hurt on a mission, I practically assume that you have gotten hurt. I also feel that you are a better individual than I am. I feel that, given the choice of you living, or me, I would choose you simply because you are a good person. I did that once already, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. I fell in love with you, and that holds your life over mine more than rules and regulations could. I would- and in fact, regularly do- break numerous Star Fleet regulations for you. I should care, but I don’t. Because I love you.

I do not understand people who marry someone, claim that they are their soulmate, and then have relations with somebody else. Whether they are cheating on the person, or the person is long dead, I do not understand someone who could just move on if they already have, or had, a supposed 'soulmate’. I will love you until the end of all days, because you are my T'hy'la. I do love you, Jim. You expected rejection from me, had you told me your feelings. I did too. That’s one of the reasons that I did not tell you when I got back from the New Paris colony. I thought that you would reject me, completely disgusted with me. I thought that you would hate me, and reject me right there on the bridge, and I couldn’t take that. I feel a friendly affection. I feel a brotherly affection. And I do feel that something more. You will learn. I plan to tell you this. I plan to give this letter to you. I plan. I planned to tell you after coming back from the New Paris colony. So I don’t know for sure if it will happen. There’s more of a chance now because I know now how you feel. Because I don’t believe that you would trick me with something like this. Because I could feel the emotion that you put into your own letter.

I have not scoffed once while reading your letter. I’m sorry that I’ve read it. It really does feel like a major invasion of your privacy, and I apologize for that. I don’t take any offence to you thinking that I hadn’t fallen in love with you, because that’s what I wanted to you think. I wanted you to think that I had a simple friendly, or brotherly bond to you, nothing more, and certainly nothing less. I think that it’s good thing that you didn’t know, just to find out my feelings mere minutes before I died. It would, as you say, tear you apart. You would wonder what would’ve happened had you told me months, or years before then. You are writing to a dead man, but it isn’t as illogical as you might think. I think that I would probably do the same were our roles reversed. The things that you are writing would probably be considered illogical by the average Vulcan. But I am not the average Vulcan. To me, every word that you write makes sense. I can understand how you feel, even if it’s just in the most primitive way possible. It makes sense in the way that falling in love makes sense. You feel the emotions, and yet you don’t understand them at all. You don’t understand how it makes sense, but you feel that it does, somehow. And honestly, the average Vulcan would probably think that the things that I am writing are very illogical too.

I do not, however understand how you might feel like a character in a horror movie. I understand how you might feel odd writing to someone that you presume to be dead, but feeling like you were in a horror film does not make sense to me. Is it that you simply felt uneasy writing it, so you felt that that was the best way to describe that uneasiness? Or is it more than that? Something about how you feel something supernatural about writing to a dead man? What is it, precisely, that makes you feel so uneasy about writing to me? It is something that McCoy felt was necessary to your sanity, and I feel the same way. Had you not written to me, then you probably would have buried how you felt, and never expressed your feelings, bottling it all up like I tried to do. Nothing would have been worse than that. Jim, I don’t know how you would have reacted to bottling it up like that, because it certainly didn’t work for me. It felt like I was going to explode, and I had had experience bottling up major emotions before. I touched on how the other Vulcan kids- the pure Vulcan kids, as they liked to remind me- would do 'experiments’ on how much it took to get an emotional outburst from me. I had to bottle up so much of that feeling- the anger that they caused me, and even after that, I still broke when it came to keeping this in. I couldn’t handle this one pure emotion, even when I spent a lot of my childhood keeping all of that rage and frustration inside. I did eventually break then, but it isn’t something that I like to think about a lot. I could tell that my father was disappointed, even though he didn’t show it. My mother was angry when she found out for certain that the other kids were teasing me. She’d guessed that they were long before, but the conclusive proof really made her mad. I remember she told me that it was okay- it was good even- to have emotions, but that I couldn’t let those emotions control me. I kept those words with me for a very long time. I still think about that every so often. It became a mantra of sorts for me when I was dealing with suppressing the love that I finally admitted that I felt for you. Don’t let your emotions control you, Spock. You can feel what you feel, but don’t let that get the better of you. Returning now to something that you say, about how it’s hit you hard that I died, I can feel the same about that. Reading your letter really cemented it for me that I had died. I didn’t really have much physically proof that I had, and reading you letter was a realization that I wasn’t the only one that was affected by my death. Because nothing had changed when I came back, I barely realized that anybody else’s whole world was turned upside down. But then I read your letter. And it came to my attention that you were affected just as much as I was, even if it was in a different way. I see that your whole life changed completely. You say that you spent your days lying in your quarters, feeling nothing, but having so many emotions, and I can understand how that feels. It’s hard. It’s exactly how you describe. Feeling the food in your mouth, but not being able to taste it. I’ll take it one step further and say that it’s like eating bad food when you have a cold. You wish that you were able to taste, but you’re also kind of glad that you can’t. You say that love isn’t logical. And it isn’t. Except the feeling of love feels very logical. It feels right. And now I know how illogical you are, and it makes me happy. I feel great.

I fell in love with you, and I am still in love with you. We have found each other, and that means a lot in this world. This letter has made me realize that I need to tell you. I need to give you this letter. I need to be with you. Because that’s what love is.

With the most logical love,


This is so heartfelt, I’m stunned. Hats off to you khoshekh42

(Submitted by @khoshekh42)

  • hinata: I'm so much happier now that I'm dead. Technically missing nin. Soon to be presumed dead. Gone. And my lazy lying shitting oblivious husband will go to prison for my murder. Naruto Uzumaki took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That's murder. Let the punishment fit the crime. To fake a convincing murder you have to have discipline. You befriend a local idiot. Harvest the details of her hundrum life and cram her with stories about your husband's violent temper. Secretly create some money troubles: credit cards, perhaps online gambling. With the help of the unwitting, bump up your life insurance. Purchase getaway car. Craigslist. Generic. Cheap. Pay cash. You need to package yourself so that people will truly mourn your loss. And Konoha loves pregnant women. As if it's so hard to spread your legs. You know what's hard? Faking a pregnancy. First, drain your toilet. Invite pregnant idiot into your home and ply her with lemonade. Steal pregnant idiot's urine. Voilà! A pregnancy is now part of your legal medical record. Happy Anniversary. Wait for your clueless husband to start his day. Off he goes... and the clock is ticking. Meticulously stage your crime scene with just enough mistakes to raise the specter of doubt. You need to bleed. A lot. A lot, a lot. The head wound kind of bleed. A crime scene kind of bleed. You need to clean; poorly, like he would. Clean and bleed, bleed and clean. And leave a Little something behind: a fire in July? And because you're you, you don't stop there. You need a diary. Mínimum three hundred entries on the Naruto and Hinata story. Start with the fairy-tale early days: those are true, and they're crucial. You want Naruto and Hinata to be likable. After that, you invent. The spending, the abuse, the fear, the threat of violence. And Naruto thought he was the hokage… burn it, just the right amount. Make sure the cops will find it. Finally, honor tradition with a very special treasure hunt. And if I get everything right, the world will hate Naruto for killing his beautiful, pregnant wife. And after all the outrage, when I'm ready, I'll go out on the water with a handful of pills and a pocket full of stones. And when they find my body, they'll know: Naruto Uzumaki dumped his beloved like garbage, and she floated past all the other abused, unwanted, inconvenient women. Then Naruto will die too. Naruto and Hinata will be gone, but then we never really existed. Naruto loved a girl I was pretending to be. "Cool girl". Men always use that, don't they? As their defining compliment: "She's a cool girl". Cool girl is hot. Cool girl is game. Cool girl is fun. Cool girl never gets angry at her man. She only smiles in a chagrined, loving manner. And then presents her mouth for fucking. She likes what he likes, so evidently he's a vinyl hipster who loves fetish Manga. If he likes girls gone wild, she's a mall babe who talks for football and endures buffalo wings at Hooters. When I met Naruto Uzumaki I knew he wanted "Cool girl". And for him, I'll admit: I was willing to try. I wax-stripped my pussy raw. I drank canned beer watching Icha-Icha movies. I ate cold ramen and remained a size two. I blew him, semi-regularly. I lived in the moment. I was fucking game. I can't say I didn't enjoy some of it. Naruto teased out in me things I didn't know existed. A lightness, a humor, an ease. But I made him smarter. Sharper. I inspired him to rise to my level. I forged the man of my dreams. We were happy pretending to be other people. We were the happiest couple we knew. And what's the point of being together if you're not the happiest? But Naruto got lazy. He became someone I did not agree to marry. He actually expected me to love him unconditionally. Then he dragged me, penniless, to the navel of this great country and found himself a newer, younger, bouncier cool guy. You think I'd let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn't get to win. My cute, charming, salt-of-the-earth Konoha guy. He needed to learn. Grown-ups work for things. Grown-ups pay. Grown-ups suffer consequences.

anonymous asked:

I didn't know where to put this aha but could you do a h2ovanoss fic based on like one of those cheesy romance movies where they end up having to fake date/be married for some reason and they end up falling for each other? Bc that's really cute and I'm a sucker for those ๐Ÿ˜‚ much love! โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ

What was he thinking? What the hell made him think this was a good idea. Evan told his friends he had A BOYFRIEND. He wasn’t even really gay and he told his friends he had a freaking boyfriend. 

What the hell was he going to do? He was texting Del would he never told about this until now, ‘What the hell am I going to do man? I said I had a BOYFRIEND! What was I thinking…’
‘Why don’t we just pretend we are dating?’

Wait Del had a point, ‘We always seem like we are ‘flirting’ anyways so what harm will it do? haha’. Evan was stoked and texted back instantly, ‘Lets do it!’

‘Do what? ;)’ Evan groans at that. ‘You know what I meant..’ 

They planed to meet up in real life with everyone and.. “Evans Boyfriend.”. The plan was all set. They just had to act like they were dating this couldn’t be that hard right? They already play flirt with each other.. How much different was this?

“Hey Evan! Wheres your boyfriend?” Craig ask and Evan laughs nervously as he goes and grabs Del, “come on..” He whispered in his ear. Del felt a chill run up his spin when he felt Evans hot breath go down his neck when he whispered to him. 

Then Evan walks out holding Dels hand and everyone was.. You could say ‘Surprised’. “WAIT REALLY? When did you guys start dating?”

Evan lies and smirks, “oh you know about a couple months..” Luke smirks at Del as he walks over. 

“Oh really. How do we know we can believe you?”

Del grabs Evans face in his hands and smashes their lips together. Evan WAS NOT expecting this to ever happen when they made this deal. Their lips just felt right together though. They got lost in it and Evan found his hands in Dels hair. The kiss went on way longer then either could of expected. 

They pulled away and looked at each other dazed by what just happened.. They actually liked kissing.. Each other but. Neither knew how the other felt and they laughed it off talking to the others about their, ‘Relationship’ for hours until they decided to head home. 

Del dropped off Evan and then just like that they were done with it. That was it but.. They would of never guessed that for the next couple months they would be pulled into double dates with friends, and visa versa and.. They were still not actually dating. 

Right now it was what would be there ‘four month’ anniversary for Fake dating and they were out with Brian and Lanai. 

“You guys are actually really cute together you know that?” Lanai says with a smile and Evan wasn’t even paying attention he was so lost in his own world staring at Del. 

He has done many things he regrets in his life but fake dating Del was not one of them. He felt himself falling for the man.. He felt Del could never feel the same way though. Del looks over at Evan and catches him staring for a split second until Evan looks away to talk to Brian. They laughed, chatted, and held hands for hours with Brian and Lanai. 

Then it was time to call it a night. Del was done with this though. “look Evan. I’m done with Fake Dating.” 

After hearing that Evan feels a drop in his gut as he feels like he just lost everything.. “O-okay..” Then Del walks up to Evan. 

“I.. I can’t do it because I know it isn’t real you know Evan” 

Del what was he saying? Evan just looks at Del as he slowly gets closer and closer to Evan. “Four Months ago we kissed in front of our friends and I have never felt anything kissing anyone but.. When I kissed you I felt EVERYTHING.” 

Evan looks up at Del as Del puts a hand on Evans face. “What are you trying to say Jon?” Then Del smiles as he glides his thumb over Evans cheek, “I’m asking your permission to kiss you again if that is okay?”

Evan nods as he pulls Del in and this kiss felt different. It didn’t feel forced or like they had to do it. or they NEEDED to.. It was because they wanted to. Evan deepens the kiss. A burning sensation ran through them as they felt their heats combining into one. They were there and they were kissing because they wanted to. They loved each other. 

“Evan. Will you go out with me.. for real?”

Evan rest his forehead against Dels as their breaths combine and they feel the heat from the other. “Yeah.. I’d like that. If it means there is more of that.”

“Oh there will be a lot more than that.” Del says as he smashes their lips together again. This time it was filled with more lust and they pulled apart here and their to catch their breaths. Then they just stared at each other. 

“I.. I think I love you Jon.” Evan says and Del grins, “I think I love you too Evan.”

They intertwine their fingers as they laugh and talk for hours about nothing really important just some games and some bad flirting.  

ok y’all so like. I don’t think you understand how E X C I T E D i am for this request like this shit is right up my ally LET’S DO THIS

Jisung: Kisses with Jisung would be sweet and short. They’d have a sort of playful feeling to them, just like him - he’d like to tease you by kissing your cheek, your nose, your chin, etc, but never quite hitting your lips. Your first kiss with him would have a very similar, lighthearted sort of feel to it. It’d just feel natural. You two would be smiling and laughing (as you always do when you’re with him, of course) and he’d look at you and just feel this wave of affection. He’d lean in and kiss you on the cheek first (probably something that he would regularly do from the start of your relationship), and then, ever the gentleman, he’d ask if he could kiss you on the lips. It wouldn’t quite be a peck, but it wouldn’t be too long, either, and he’d still be smiling when he pulled away. He’d know how to start joking and playing around again right away so it didn’t get too awkward. 

Sungwoon: Sungwoon can joke around and be a bit sarcastic a lot, but I think that he would take relationships really seriously, so kisses with him wouldn’t be taken lightly. There would be a lot of emotion and meaning behind every one of his kisses. Your first kiss would be really sweet and sentimental, the kind that you read about in books. He’d take you out on a date (I think he’s a classic dinner and a movie kind of guy), and he would walk you to your door when he dropped you off. You probably would have gone on a couple of dates by this point, so he’d already be developing strong feelings for you, and he would just honestly tell you how he felt. “I have a lot of fun when we go out together. I really like spending time with you… It makes me happy when we can be together like this.” He’d pull you in for a kiss before you went inside, and it would be that much more meaningful to you after hearing him tell you how he felt. 

Minhyun: Minhyun is your classic gentleman; he’s another one who puts a lot of romance behind each of his kisses. There would just be something very smooth about the way he kisses, something that would make you want to keep going back again and again. He wouldn’t kiss you until you were officially a couple, not just after going out on a date or two. He would be the type to surprise you when he asked you out, showing up at your door out of the blue with chocolate and a bouquet of roses. He’s known for being a cool guy, and I think that side of him would make an appearance here as well - he’d keep things pretty short and sweet, just asking if you’d like to be his girlfriend/boyfriend. After you said yes, he’d kiss you for just a bit shorter than you’d want - you’d practically be following along after him as he pulled away and he’d just laugh. He’d love to tease you like that.

Seongwoo: Seongwoo’s favorite thing about kissing would be the flustered look on your face when he pulled away. There is nothing that he would love more than seeing you embarrassed, so he’d do it as often as he could. Seongwoo would be kissing you all the time. From just a peck to long, drawn out kisses, he would kiss you as often as he could, and almost always on the lips. The first kiss with him would just seem so natural, you almost wouldn’t think anything of it. He would want to be as close to you as possible at all times, so he’d be right next to you, just cuddling with you on the couch. He’d start teasing you - one of his favorite things to do, really - and he’d just smirk at you when he saw you starting to get flustered. He’d just go right for it after that and kiss you on the lips, telling you how cute you are once he pulled away, and then laughing at the way your face turned red (and going in for one more kiss because he just couldn’t get enough of you). 

Jaehwan: Kissing is something fun to Jaehwan. It’s not something that has to be overly serious, it’s not something that has to be perfectly romantic and cute… if he wants to kiss you, he will. As long as you both enjoy it, he thinks, there are no guidelines or expectations that have to be followed. He’d honestly probably kiss you right after he confessed to you. He’s not a very serious person, and he’d try to keep his confession playful too as to not make it too awkward for either of you. He’d make it seem casual, just offhandedly mentioning that he thinks you’re pretty cute or that he wouldn’t mind being more than friends. He’d check for your reaction first, and if you seemed to feel the same, he’d just kiss you right then, probably following it up with some sort of comment like, “There’s plenty more where that came from,” to make you laugh, and would definitely at least kiss your cheek again after that. 

Daniel: Kisses with Daniel would be the type that would leave your heart fluttering for hours afterwords. It would always be clear when he wanted to kiss you - he’d just have this intense kind of look in his eyes as he looked at you, gaze switching between your lips and your eyes before he finally would kiss you. Your first kiss with him would be no exception to this. He’s someone who would enjoy being in your company even if you weren’t really talking or doing something exciting, so the two of you could just be laying together and cuddling. He’d look over at you and just take in the sight of you next to him, and he’d know then that he absolutely had to kiss you. He’d look you in the eye for a while before he did decide to lean in, and the whole thing would just feel incredibly intimate. He’d snuggle up to you again after that, and it’d pretty much feel like your heart was about to burst from that. 

Jihoon: Sort of like Jaehwan, I don’t think that Jihoon would place a whole lot of weight or importance on kissing. A first kiss wouldn’t be a crazy big deal to him. He’s someone who likes to take things kinda slow and go at his own pace, I think, so honestly, you’d probably be the one to initiate it. You’d wait for a little bit, unsure if he was going to do it eventually, but after you had been dating for a while, you wouldn’t be able to help yourself and you’d ask if you could kiss him. He’d probably be taken aback by you initiating it, but he’d think it was cute that you asked, teasing you lightly by saying something like, “You couldn’t hold back anymore, huh?” But of course he’d indulge you, and you’d never feel a softer kiss. Jihoon’s kisses would always be so gentle and his lips would be unbelievably soft against yours, and the little smile he’d give you as he pulled away would be enough to melt your heart. 

Woojin: I think that Woojin can get embarrassed pretty easily, and I definitely think that the whole idea of relationships and whatnot is pretty new to him. As such, he really wouldn’t know what he was doing - he would spend a lot of your relationship just trying to figure things out, and kissing is no exception. He’d wait for that picture perfect moment before he tried to kiss you. You’d just be looking at one another and he’d feel like the moment was just right so he’d go in for a kiss. It would be so awkward - you would bump noses and everything, and his face would never be redder in his life than when he pulled away, but he would still have this wide, goofy grin on his face. You’d both be laughing, kind of embarrassed at it, but you’d be so incredibly happy. Woojin’s kisses would definitely be clumsy - they wouldn’t be awkward, though; always just endearing. 

Jinyoung: The best way to describe Jinyoung’s kisses would be pure. He would always be so careful and gentle with it any time that he kissed you, and all in all, the experience would just be so overwhelmingly innocent and gentle. Your first kiss would be the kind that comes to mind when you think ‘puppy love’. You’d be going for a walk together, hand in hand. Everything about the moment would be picturesque; you wouldn’t be talking, just enjoying one another’s presence as Jinyoung swung your hands between you. When you looked at each other, both with pink cheeks, it’d be so fast you wouldn’t know what hit you - he’d give you the fastest peck on the lips before straightening back up. It’d take a moment for it to set it, but once it did, you’d both just start smiling like idiots, holding a little tighter to one another’s hands. 

Daehwi: It wouldn’t take much to fluster Daehwi, and I think this is at least doubly true in the case of relationships. Even just holding his hand would have his heart going a thousand miles a minute in his chest. He’d be aware that he was always acting so shy with everything, so he would want to be the one to initiate a kiss - he’d want to try to take the lead for once. His feelings are easy to see, honestly - you’d probably know what he was thinking as soon as you saw him with his red cheeks and sweaty palms, but you’d let him do things his way anyway. It might seem a bit awkward when he did it, like the wrong timing, but it’d be the sweetest thing. It’d be sweet and short, and he’d be so flustered after he did it - you’d have to kiss him again to reassure him, and he wouldn’t be able to take the smile off his face after that. His kisses would always be sweet.

Guanlin: Honestly? There’s no way that Guanlin’s first kiss wouldn’t be awkward. He’s the type to have it planned out perfectly and dramatically in his head, and he knows exactly what he wants to do and how he wants to do it. Once he puts the plan into action, though, it doesn’t go as smoothly as he had hoped. He’d end up missing your lips or something of the sort, but still playing it off like it was no big deal - it’d be better to leave you in charge in the relationship. As much of a cool guy as he tries to be, honestly, he’d be like a kid in a candy store once you kissed him first. That gummy smile would be on his face in an instant and he’d just start giggling. It would be the cutest sight in the world, you’d just want to kiss him again and again.

@lonelywalkingpotato asked:ย  Yay! Could you do a HC on how RFA+V+Saeran react to genius fem!MC? Not Saeyoung kind of โ€œ707โ€ genius, but has literally created new mathematical formulas, one of the fundamental contributors on the subject of quantum physics, etc. Genius female leads are MY guilty pleasure because WHY DO EVERY OTOME GAME HAS A DENSE MC WITH A HAREM. WHAT. (Also, thank you for the offer on messages, I might take that up if you donโ€™t mind sometime later c:)

RFA + V & Saeran reaction to an MC who is a scientific genius!

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