i don't make anything for this blog in weeks and this is what you guys get

The Types and Drinking Water

ENFP: Drinks from the toilet. It wasn’t even a dare or anything; they just wanted to know what it tasted like.

ENTP: “h20? More like h2-YO! Hahaha drink your water kids.”

INFP: Misses their entire mouth. Their over-sized sweater is utterly soaked, almost as if their nipples are tiny water falls. Shocked at this sudden development, they drop the glass and it shatters, covering the kitchen floor. Trying to tiptoe to safety, they carelessly slip on the water and onto the broken glass, nearly bleeding to death. As soon as they get discharged from the hospital they’re applying for an infomercial.

ESFP: Sticks their face right under the tap and desperately laps up the water like some kind of deranged and unsettlingly large house cat.

INTJ: * sips water* “ Disgusting. Tastes like licking a car. And you know why? The water we drink contains small traces of iron, zinc, copper, manganese and other metals. And you know who’s fault that is? Our inCOMPETENT GOVERNMENT.  THEY NEED TO STEP UP TO THE PLATE AND GET THEIR SH** TOGETHER. THEY’VE BEEN LYING TO US AS A NATION FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME AND IT’S TIME FOR A CHANGE. 

See more of my conspiracy theories on my tumblr blog @anti-feminism-pro-atheism ( the one with red and black theme and the Rainbow Dash icon).”

ISFJ: Has been refusing offers of a glass of water from their friend’s parent for 10 hours now and they’re really reaching their limit. Will probably resolve to drinking their pee Bear Grylls style.

ESTP: Kicks off the faucet, throws it through the window, screams, and lets the broken faucet drench them all the way from their flat peak cap to their $400 basketball shoes, their perfect abs showing through their wet t-shirt. Uploads it to vine.

INTP: * aggressively sips water through a Krazy Straw* SUCC  ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ) 

ENFJ: *Makes it into Fit Tea™* “ This flattened my stomach, cleared my skin, watered my crops, improved my grades, brought Shakespeare back from the dead, got my parents back together, stopped war, solved poverty, and it tastes like Shrek in drink form GREAT. A discount code is in the description, guys! :D.”

ENTJ: Drinks the tears of all those ignorant fools they destroyed in the Spelling Bee last week. 

ISTP: They’re probably chained to a pillar in some empty warehouse as a result of a drug scandal. The only sustenance they receive is a mug of muddy water brought to them by a man in an anonymous mask twice a day. Free them.

INFJ: “Is this vegan?”

ISFP: Drinks the morning dew off the tulips and honeysuckle. It may sound whimsical in theory, but in reality seeing grown adult desperately licking wet grass and flowers in the town park is a rather unsettling experience. 

ESFJ: “Umm, tap water? No thanks. I only drink from my $20000 ultra healing magical energy quinoa infused crystals water filter I got off an infomercial thank you very much. The lady in the commercial says tap water gives you cancer and I trust her judgement. I even have her book, “ “vaccine” and “autisms” both haave six letter. Coinsidance? I think noot.”, wanna borrow it?”       

ISTJ: * Harry Potter Puppet Pals Snape voice* Today I drank some water for my breakfast. It was flavourless and watery. I thought of my mother. I cried.

ESTJ: Has one of those drink bottles with times written at different levels on the side to show you how much water you should be drinking throughout the day. It gives them a feeling of superiority knowing that their life is slightly more organised than everyone else.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I just binge read your blog and I love the way you write. Like everyone is so in character and some of them are so funny or really sad *cough*jumin angst*cough*. Do you think you guys could do the RFA finding MC's old fanfics? Either her account or the ones on her computer? You don't have to, but I think it could be funny. Thanks for all you do! seriously, you are one of my fave mm blogs

Thank you! We’re flattered. Enjoy these:) 


  • You let him borrow your computer while his was being fixed
  • He was looking for a folder he saved there a few months ago
  • There was named “FF” which he thought it was the acronym for his most recent play “Fairy Fly” (we can’t name anything pls dont judge)
  • He was looking for his script so he opened it
  • What he found was a bunch of titles which sounded oddly familiar
  • Most of them were dated from three years ago….so curiosity got the better of him
  • He found himself surprisingly addicted
  • He’s half way through it…when he recognizes himself being described
  • You had written about a musical he was in
  • Thinking he was home alone, he started reading it in his dramatic voices
  • You hear it from the other room, and you think the dialogue sounds familiar
  • “I didn’t know you wrote fanfiction about me, babe!”
  • “I…didn’t know I would ever actually meet you. I kind of forgot about those…”
  • You’re mortified for the next few days as he keeps teasing you about it


  • He had found an old SD card lying around
  • It looked like the one he lost years ago, so he decided to check out the contents
  • He thought it would be some photos from high school
  • But instead, there was a bunch of word docs
  • He opened them and found a bunch of stories about various games
  • He was half way through, cracking up at how BAD they were
  • The characters were all mixed up and it was mostly crack fics
  • After pretty much reading them all, he takes the SD card and returns it to you
  • All he says is that he found it and figured it was yours
  • You breathe in relief
  • “This must be where I put all my fanfics from when I was in middle school. It would be horrible if anyone read them.” 
  • Yoosung can’t stop himself from giggling
  • “Yoosung, you did not!” 
  • “I did….I never saw that side of you before…”
  • He can’t stop laughing and you can’t stop hitting him


  • She had a break from work, so she decided to log into Zen’s fanclub forums
  • She noticed some young new fan recommended a fanfic author
  • Jaehee clicked on the link
  • She noticed most of the fics were from years ago, but she tried reading through some anyway
  • When she meets with you next, she starts sharing
  • She’s hardcore roasting all the fics about how they were out of character and didn’t capture Zen’s characters correctly
  • When you finally ask the pen name, she gives it
  • You laugh nervously “That…that was my old account.” 
  • There’s just a moment of silence
  • Jaehee clears her throat, “It had potential!”
  • “Thanks….”
  • She tried to encourage you to write again since you now had more experience
  • “Jaehee…my latest update was a week ago.”
  • She makes herself your new Beta reader


  • He mentioned that he recently met an actor from this show
  • You casually mention how you used to write fanfiction for that show when you were younger
  • He’s curious and asks if he can see some
  • You agree, thinking he’s going to scan over it
  • But he prints it all out and reads it…like he would a normal book
  • He didn’t realize he was about to get hit with some really bad angst
  • At one point, he forgot it was you who wrote it and kept texting you about it
  • “Yeah….I know, Jumin. I wrote it.”
  • “Oh…right…”
  • To your horror, he sends the link to your account in the chat room
  • Thankfully, he didn’t say it was you who wrote it, so you’re still somewhat anonymous
  • But you still end up getting some texts from Jaehee who figured it out
  • He encourages you to write some of your own stuff as well
  • He would help you get published if you ever wanted to start a career from your talent


  • You ask him to help back up your old laptop’s hard-drive
  • So, he has your computer for the day
  • As he was transferring files, he came across your fanfiction folder
  • He looked up some lines of text and found your account online
  • At first, he read it as a joke and would comment after every chapter
  • But he actually got really sucked into it
  • You started noticing something was up when he would be unusually protective about his recent browser history
  • Also…he commented under the name “thathackerdude”
  • Real subtle there
  • It all came out when he got to the end of one of them…and found you never finished updating
  • He breaks open your door
  • “I demand to know if they died or not! MC, don’t keep secrets from me!”
  • As a small act of revenge, you refuse to give him the rough drafts for the end of that fic 

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I’ve decided to try something new on this blog by introducing a birthday page!☘️I thought it was an adorable idea and something relatively easy to update and keep track of. It’s also really good way of making new friends and mutuals and hopefully, you’ll find a new friend too! ❤️ it’s still a work in progress so is a little messy, but i will sort things out soon!


  • Must be following this blog ( @nctreacting ) AND/OR my main blog ( @h-nsol )
  • Reblog this post (liking it won’t count)
  • Send me your name and birthday off anon (you don’t need to include the year, but it’d be nice if you did!) 
  • (Optional) Please try to wish other people a happy birthday, some people don’t have anyone, IRL and online, to wish them it sometimes so please try to be kind on their birthday!


  • A spot on my birthday page here!
  • A shoutout on your birthday!
  • A message from yours truly on your birthday (via DM or ask box)
  • Possibly a dedicated post, if you’ve sent a request in and want it written for you in time for your birthday (please give me at least 3 weeks notice or expect it to be written after) Depending on how many people join and want a dedicated post, I might just limit this to mutuals and fave blogs!
  • Hopefully some messages and love on your birthday from other fans!
  • Find (perhaps) your bday twin
  • Maybe even some new mutuals!


  • This isn’t limited to only NCT fans! You can stan any kpop group and still be added as long as you follow the rules - this is to bring people together, not separate them
  • ️Please let me know if you want me to link your main blog or a side blog on the calendar (still send it in off anon though please)
  • There isn’t a closing date as such, but I won’t be updating this every single time someone sends their birthday date in; I’ll update it when I have the time
  • If I missed your birthday, I’ll be sure to do it asap!
  • I will know if you have followed this blog/my other blog and if you have reblogged this post, so don’t try dodging things! (I’ll also know if you’ve unfollowed me after; anyone who does will be removed, sorry!)
  • If you change your URL, please notify me so I can update the link otherwise you might risk not getting anything out of this
  • NCT’s birthdays have also been added to this post and I can add any other idol too if you ask!
  • If you are not a NCT fan but want to join and have a request written for you with another idol, please ask and depending on the idol I might write it for you
  • The shoutout on your birthday will be posted at 00:00 GMT (UK time) so apologies if I have posted it too late or too early for your own timezone! 

SIDE NOTE: blacklist flo’s bday page if you don’t want to see this or the asks that follow!

anonymous asked:

Hello! Love your blog! I'm from the uk and I was wondering if you can do junkrat/reaper/genji/soldier/Hanzo with a British s/o who starts to use British slang words like "sod it (forget it)" "I'm knackered (tired)" "bloody hell (fgs)" and they think it's really cute that they've gone full British mode and then their s/o gets self conscious and embarrassed cause they don't like their accent but they reassure them it's adorable?(you don't just have to use those words either if you don't want to)🤗

((Does it count that I use Aussie slang so I was about to say to an American friend how a bunch of bogans are having a party at like, 1am and I haven’t had a chance to get 40 winks in almost 3 weeks now??? - Mod Tez))

Originally posted by smauganna

Jamison Fawkes

  • Man he bloody loves British accents
  • poor lad he doesn’t show it well though.
  • The first time you went full on British mode he went total Aussie mode.
  • So you both spoke in so much slang that not even Sombra could hack you guys to understand the convo.
  • If you ever feel self conscious about your accent or the way you talk he tries to cheer you up.
  • “Oi get exactly what ya mean sheila! trust me ‘ere love half the time even good ol Roadie here doesn’t even get me!”
  • “If you think your accent is bad then oi must be the worst then eh love?”
  • Will pepper your face with kisses.
  • You’ll probably end up with soot all over your face.
  • But the soot is shaped like kiss marks.

Originally posted by thingsarelookinggrim

Gabriel Reyes (Reaper)

  • This man?????
  • Somehow????
  • Understands???
  • Some??
  • Slang?
  • He probably picks things up from the tone of voice and is actually quick to get what you say.
  • He finds the way your face scrunches up and turns red very cute.
  • He usually swears in Spanish and loves to talk shit about others with you.
  • He probably, solely, learns how to use your slang to talk shit about people’s fashion.
  • “Ah that red dress with the green high heels that have golden stilts… Aye I must say that’s bloody bullocks.”
  • Will totally ask if he’s saying things right.
  • If you’re feeling embarrassed he likes to pet your head to calm you down.
  • Honestly really cares for you and if anyone talks shit about your slang you can say that they’ll get their balls busted bad.

Originally posted by theblackmegadeus

Jack Morrison (Dad™76)

  • bOI
  • This man doesn’t understand even bloody hell
  • He’s always like, “??????”
  • “Why is bloody an insult? No one’s bleeding”
  • Tries to understand but never will.
  • Kinda feels bad about it too because when you get embarrassed he blames himself.
  • Tries to make you feel better by completely butchering the slang in a really, really strong attempt to try and make you smile.
  • “I feel…um, bloody knackered? because I don’t know what most of the bullocks you say means. Can you try and teach me some of those bullocks?”
  • you end up laughing a little and he feels like he accomplished something.
  • Just tell him what he said was right.
  • He ain’t leaving you alone until you teach him.
  • Wants to be very supportive about it.

Originally posted by bokumetsu

Genji Shimada

  • You see, the thing with Genji is.
  • He travelled alot to find peace with himself.
  • In the process he passed by the UK
  • He understands slang but doesn’t know how to use it himself.
  • He finds your tone change when you speak in slang very cute.
  • Will start to freak out in a good way when you go full British mode.
  • If you ever get upset about the slang
  • or embarrassed
  • or anything really.
  • He will pap your cheeks
  • He’ll squish your cheeks
  • And he’ll press his visor against them.
  • He always tells you,
  • “It took me years to come to terms with myself, you mustn’t worry about a small matter such as this one. You sound cute and you’re happy. That is what matters.”
  • Will totally hug you.
  • Gotta love cyborg boy

Originally posted by maneljavier

Hanzo Shimada

  • Lookie here
  • Hanzo was raised in a very traditional lifestyle and possibly the type of English he was taught was American English.
  • He wouldn’t understand smidge of British slang
  • Hell, he doesn’t even understand Aussie slang mate!
  • But unlike Soldier, he is quick to learn
  • and also unlike Soldier, he is stubborn about learning new stuff.
  • But if he sees you start to become upset about your accent and/or slang use, he will throw himself on a desk and get his ass schooled.
  • Will approach you with tea and surprise you.
  • “Bloody hell this tea and learning about your bloody slang was hell to get through… But for you it was worth.”
  • He sets the tea down and hugs you.
  • Will probably never use the slang again but is willing to use it to cheer you up.

anonymous asked:

I don't understand how you can say respect my wishes but spam a sub par book and tell everyone to rate it. You're not personable in the slightest. TBH I feel as though you think you're better than your followers. Your only response ever is "Thanks!" That made me wanna stop interacting with you. It hurts when you write nice things to a writer but then just get more begging and pleading. You were better a year ago. Now you act like an egotistical author. I looked up to you. Guess I was wrong to...

(Part 2) It wasn’t posted for you to respond. It was supposed to be a self reflection. What are you actually telling your audience rather than what are you trying. Again, you come off narcissistic. Other authors have books but they don’t spam them every single fucking day or even a week. But you’re gonna do what you want. So we can both be assholes together! 💁🏼❤️❤️❤️

So, the first message was sent as I was posting that I wasn’t going to respond any more messages today, and I didn’t see it until after. Then came the second. Sorry, but I need to respond to this one. I’ll put it under a cut, and then I’m logging off Tumblr for the day so y’all don’t have to see any more of this. I’m sorry for today, guys. My blog will be back to normal tomorrow.

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Ship: Hunk/Keith

Words: 1672

A/N: Why am I doing this I have a script to write asdfghjkl whatever, here you go!

In space, the concept of time was abstract. There were no suns or moons to relay the passage of days – the world was plunged into eternal darkness. Hell, even the units of measurements were different. Seconds, minutes and days made way for ticks, dobashes and quintants.

So Keith couldn’t tell you exactly what time he woke up. He couldn’t even say ‘in the middle of the night’ because deep in space, the word night lost meaning.

But he could tell you that it was from a frightening dream. His hair was mussed, body caked in sweat and shaking, his heart racing.

This had been going on for weeks. Ever since Shiro’s disappearance, ever since that battle of Zarkon, ever since Keith was practically forced to step up as the black paladin even though he felt in his heart that he was far from ready. He had just gotten used to the idea that he was part Galra for quiznak’s sake before the universe placed this heavy burden on his shoulders.

Next to him a body shifted slightly. Keith glanced over, scared that he’d woken them up.

“Keith…? Are you awake?”

The former red paladin would forever blame this on a moment of weakness but very stupidly he said, “No.”


The body shifted some more, and Keith mentally cursed as it sat up completely and wholly, leaning against the back. A heavy sigh came out of his partner’s lips as he looked over at him with the kindest eyes Keith had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

“Nightmare?” Hunk asked, though it was already clear that he knew from the look of concern in his eyes.

Keith nodded anyway, scrunching the sheets in his fists. Hunk smiled softly before scooting over and wrapping his arms around him. Keith could never verbally express when he wanted physical reassurance, but Hunk could read him like a manual. He knew all his mannerisms, knew how he operated and for that Keith was grateful.

His shaking eased in his arms. It was a strange arrangement, sure. Keith would be the first to admit it. The first time he’d had this nightmare he’d woken up alone in his own room. It was unbearable, there was no one around to help him and though he mostly considered himself a lone wolf, Keith couldn’t stand the loneliness, the isolation. Out there he had a team – people he could depend on, but in his own company he had nobody to turn to.

That’s how he found himself wandering the ship during the sleeping hours. For a full week he avoided sleeping and did other things to occupy his time. He trained, he read, did anything really. But the sleepless nights had begun to take a toll on him. He suspected everyone noticed, but nobody wanted to say anything – what could they say? Everyone was dealing with the loss of Shiro in different ways.

This all changed three weeks ago. During one of Keith’s late night wanderings he had bumped into Hunk who had apparently gotten up to get himself a glass of water. Hunk could see just how wrecked Keith was and with just one enquiring sentence, Keith told him everything. He told him about the nightmares, about being afraid of waking up alone, about being alone again, about how his new position was taking a toll on him.

Hunk took all this in, and after about thirty minutes of listening and not speaking a word, a single sentence came out.

“You can sleep with me tonight.”

And that was that. It was such a simple solution, but it did wonders. At first Hunk thought it best that he slept on the floor but Keith wanted them both to be in the bed. It was a childish thought, but he figured if they were close then somehow he would be protected from his nightmares. And it helped to some extent.

Keith couldn’t help but feel bad, though. He was taking a full nights’ rest away from Hunk and that’s why he didn’t want him to wake up. But he supposed that it was too late now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hunk asked quietly. “It seemed…worse than the other ones.”

Keith said nothing at first, just basking in the feeling of Hunk’s arms around him.

“It was…different. I mean, it was mostly the same but…”

Hunk said nothing, an indicator for Keith to continue after he gathered his thoughts.

“It was exactly the same dream. We were on some planet in the middle of some weird Galra war, and there was so much yelling and blood. Guns were firing everywhere and I was running towards something. Exactly the same as always. And then there was a body wearing paladin armour. There was so much blood-I couldn’t see the colour, I don’t remember it. And then…”

Hunk tightened his grip on his reassuringly, telling him without words that it was okay for him to continue but at the same time if he didn’t want to he didn’t need to.

“I was used to it. I knew if I took off the helmet I would see Shiro’s face. That’s how it was for the past few weeks. But when I did it wasn’t Shiro. It was…oh god…it was you.”

Keith closed his eyes and placed his head on Hunk’s shoulder. “The thought of Shiro dying is devastating, sure. But for some reason seeing you on the ground, dead, lifeless, I just couldn’t take it. You’re the one thing that keeps me anchored.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Hunk said reassuringly. “I know it’s hard. I know, but I’m right here and I swear that as long as you want me around I’m not going anywhere.”

“What if I want you around forever?”

Hunk froze. “What?”

Keith mentally facepalmed and retracted, moving away from him. Oh my God, did I just say that? he wondered in mortification before he curled in on himself. He’d never felt his face get so red in his life. That was no better than a confession. And yeah, sure, the idea of them being together was great, perfect actually. And the thought of waking up next to the yellow paladin for the rest of his life was more than Keith could ever hope for. And the idea of Hunk dedicating his affection to him and only him was incredible. But there was no way Hunk liked him. He liked Shay, or at least had a thing for her. Even Keith noticed. He noticed very much. He was only doing this…whatever this was, because he was nice. It just a Hunk thing to do. But it would be a lie to say that Keith didn’t like him on a deeper level.

He never knew him at the garrison, he didn’t really know anybody. It was only when the whole Voltron thing started that he got to know him. Back then it was just a sort of admiration; Hunk was fun and goofy but at the same time he was fierce and passionate. Over time that admiration evolved into something more but this feeling he felt right now only came into fruition when they went onto that mission together. When Hunk let him know in his own special Hunk way that it didn’t matter what race he was, he would accept him. When he needed that reassurance the most, Hunk gave it to him.

Hunk would do anything, anything, for his friends. He’d die for them if given the opportunity. But as mentioned before, that was just a part of his personality. There was no doubt in Keith’s mind that if any of the other paladins had nightmares that he’d do exactly the same for them as he did for Keith.  This wasn’t special treatment, and it would do more harm than good if he thought so. In the end he’d have to deal with a broken heart on top of every other quiznakking thing he’s had to deal with in the last few months alone.


“I think it’s best if this is the last time I sleep in your room,” he said without looking up.

“Keith, come on. Look at me.”

Keith fought the urge to, he really did, but he couldn’t help peaking up at him.

When Hunk noticed this movement, he placed his hand on top of one of Keith’s with a soft smile on his face. Everything about him was just so tender and sweet and soft…

“Forever isn’t nearly enough time.”

Keith’s heart stuttered. Did he just…?

The former red paladin unfurled himself as Hunk held onto one of his hands, threading his fingers through Keith’s. A cheeky grin formed on his face.

“Question is, are you willing to put up with me for that long?”

Keith looked at their interlaced hands in wonder. They felt so natural together, like they belonged and suddenly he wondered how he’d managed to go this long without knowing this feeling.

“I don’t…I thought…but Shay?”

Hunk chuckled. “Shay is someone I care about, sure. But I don’t really like her. I never did.”

“You like me?”

Hunk kissed the back of his hand. “Wasn’t it obvious? Pidge and Lance seemed to think so. Shiro too.”

Keith didn’t know what to say.  He didn’t know what to think. He just gawked at him, awestruck.

“Look let’s go to sleep now, okay? We can talk more about us later.”

Keith nodded numbly before lying back down. Hunk did the same, but kept his arms around him with his chest pressing into his Keith’s back. The former red paladin felt him nuzzle himself into the crook of his neck and place a soft kiss there.

“Sweet dreams, Keith.”

And for the first time in weeks, Keith wasn’t afraid to fall asleep. It was weird but he had a feeling that could actually look forward to a peaceful sleep for the rest of the night. A rare soft smile graced his features as he cuddled closer to Hunk and closed his eyes.

“You too, big guy.”

  • <p> <b></b> I know all the international ELF's don't understand why Korean ELF has turned their backs against Sungmin after his marriage. I'll just simply explain reasons why Sungmin isn't welcomed by Korean ELF and just a reminder that this is not a post to tell the international fans to hate on him too. I just personally found it frustrating to see international fans not being able to understand the korean fans and vice versa because I see the valid reason for them to be angry I don't plan to be a supporter of Sungmin until he apologizes to his fans.<p/><b>Fact 1:</b> January, 2014, Leeteuk's family members passed away from a car accident and Leeteuk suffered a lot (he even mentioned about how he became suicidal). He was completing his military service during the time; however, it was around this point of the year that Sungmin started to ask for marriage approvals to Leeteuk as well through letters. He even bought a condo for Saeun and himself (on February). He clearly didn't consider the situation of his members and he was being selfish.<p/><b>Fact 2:</b> The members and even his family didn't approve of his marriage to be held on December. They didn't mind him getting married, but it conflicted with SJ's schedule and they wanted him to push his marriage back several months (around March). His mother said to a Chinese fanbase owner, "There is no parent that beats his child" which meant that his family didn't want the marriage to be held so soon. The reason Sungmin and Saeun wanted to get married on December 13, 2014 was because it was exactly a year since they've met. I suppose it was a special date to them, but Super Junior members were having a concert in Japan a week before the marriage and the week after which meant that they would have had to perform, fly back to Korea for the wedding, and then fly back to Japan to perform which would have been physically straining for the members, considering the fact they need to prepare and rehearse for the concerts. As well, Sungmin missed concert rehearsals to go on a date with Saeun.<p/><b>Fact 3:</b> On September,2014, Sungmin's dating rumors came up. Fans actually knew about them dating in advance but they decided to keep it quiet for the sake of Sungmin. When marriage rumors came up, fans started to ask for feedback from Sungmin. They just wanted to know what was happening and were nervous. As you remember from Radio Star, Leeteuk and Heechul said that fans wouldn't want to hear dating/marriage news from the music industry, they wanted to know through Sungmin's words. However, during fan sign events Sungmin would never speak of this and ignored his fans who mentioned anything about the marriage rumor. He even hired bodyguards/managers who would threaten the fans "Do you not want Sungmin's autograph" if they asked anything about the marriage rumor. To his fans, he started to sign autographs with his wife's nickname "MIMI" on the autographs, which was replaced from a star. Fans don't want love symbols on their autographs, that's Sungmin's personal life that they don't need to be involved in.<p/><b>Fact 4:</b> You guys might know that Sungmin runs a naver cafe (kinda like a blog) and when marriage rumors came up, there were a lot of comments from his fans regarding this rumor. One fan wrote, "Let the fans who want to leave Sungmin, leave. It doesn't matter anymore" and Sungmin liked this comment. As well, he blocked the word, "Korean Fans" on the cafe, shutting korean fans out. He blocked blog accounts and deleted the comments of a koreans fan who wrote, "Wouldn't it be possible for you to keep your marriage rumors quiet for the rest of SJ and for the sake of yourself?". The fans wanted him to keep big rumors like this relatively quiet because it was right before the announcement of THIS IS LOVE repackaged album and it was an important time of the year for the fans and SJ (back then, it was thought that this could have been the last album before majority of the members will go serve for military service. It was the only chance that Korean ELF can help win the annual award for SJ). Because of Sungmin's marriage rumors, THIS IS LOVE repackage promotion lasted only for a week and the repackaged album only became a special album.<p/><b>Fact 5:</b> All the gifts that were given to Sungmin, now is basically in Saeun's possession. Fans probably spent lots of money in buying a gift for Sungmin, not for Saeun to keep and use. (Ex. the couple hat that they wore during their honey moon.)<p/><b>Fact 6:</b> Super Junior members were pretty disappointed with Sungmin. As you might know, on the date of Sungmin's wedding, SJ members tried to console Korean Fans and I heard that they left the wedding as soon as they can and ate somewhere else. I don't trust SJ's words from Radio Star fully because it was broadcasted on television, they wouldn't say anything bad about each other on a show. It is definitely true that they had a miscommunication but the miscommunication wouldn't have occurred if Sungmin tried to be considerate towards his members. Super junior is an idol group, and making individual actions did trouble the members quite a bit. It was the members like Ryeowook, Heechul, Leeteuk, and Kangin who expressed an apologetic attitude towards ELF when it wasn't their fault.<p/><b>Fact 7:</b> He told his Chinese fans about proceeding the marriage, and how he felt comfortable around Saeun. But he lied to Korean fans saying he isn't getting married. (One of the main reasons that Korean fans felt betrayed by Sungmin more than the international fans out here rn)<p/><b>Fact 8:</b> Korean fans don't oppose to marriage of their idols. They may be temporarily upset and those of the minority may leave Sungmin but we all know that Super junior is a grown up man (many are in their 30s now) and they need to date and eventually get married. Korean ELFs joke around to Heechul saying that he should stop loving 2D characters and find a real 3D women and get married. At first when news on his marriage was released, Korean fans were congratulating Sungmin, until they started to find about everything Sungmin did to his fans. In Korea, ALL OF HIS FANBASES CLOSED DOWN and many of the ELF is supporter of SJ except SUNGMIN.<p/><b>Fact 9:</b> It wasn't the announcement of the marriage that Korean ELFs were upset about, it was the fact that Sungmin betrayed Korean fans. Seeing korean community pages, I strongly believe that Sungmin won't be welcomed back into SJ from korean fans. Tbh I don't understand why he would get married so quickly (barely met a year) when he was going to go to the military right after. Well it is his decisions in the end.<p/><b></b> The only reason I made this posting now was the fact that Sungmin doesn't seem to care about Korean fans anymore and he isn't apologetic about his actions. This was the reason that angered me the most. I just hope he realizes what he has screwed up on and makes an effort to fix it. His personal life is important, but if it wasn't for his fans, he would not have made it this far with his career. If you guys still can't relate, try to think of your position as a Korean ELF. If you have any questions I guess I'm free to accept questions, but I hope they aren't quite harsh (don't try to fight me back) ._. This will be my first and last post on Sungmin though.<p/><

anonymous asked:

Melly you hate liam now? It's just that you didn't say anything about Liam's performance yesterday and so many people are calling you out of being a solo Zayn now cause you don't say nothing about Liam and you only talk about Zayn, not that I think that but people are talking ;-;

The short answer is 

And now here’s the long answer (i’m so sorry im such a windbag), because I’m going to address this once and then put it in the vault.

I was at a bachelorette weekend because one of my best friends is getting married, and wasn’t active on Tumblr for the last few days up until today because I had way more important things to do like blow up inflatable decorative dicks and source out male strippers (#friendship). More importantly though, the entitlement that people seem to think they have about policing fandom discourse on here is kind of off the charts? Genuinely who the fuck are people to tell me what I can and cannot talk about or how I can be a fan? 

 I’ve been a fan of Loammy since 2012, and got up the courage to put my best boobs forward and join the fandom last year and actively shit post/cry/gif my heart out. I had always kind of identified myself as a Zayn/Liam blog, someone who supported both of them (really all five dudes, but those were my two faves) and was excited for them, and after seeing the way that Liam’s promo has gone down over the last month and a half, I’ve occupied this weird space where I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. The thing is, Loammy is a grown man who’s making decisions for himself and living out what he thinks he needs to do for his career. I get that, I really do - its his life, his decisions, and ultimately what some hoe with a tiny tumblr thinks (that’s me if you were wondering) doesn’t matter. 

 I don’t at all think Liam has some nefarious intentions in his heart - I don’t believe that’s his nature and I never have. With that though, Liam’s comments about Zayn didn’t and don’t sit right with me (and people need to stop with the “narrative” shit and start assigning agency to these dudes’ adult decisions), his promo hasn’t sat right with me, and being part of that section of the fandom has been frankly nahhhht fun these last few weeks.

 When I was blogging about Liam, people were saying I wasn’t doing enough or talking in a way that folks thought was appropriate to their standards. I got attacked last week and accused of trying to sabotage him (lol as if my tiny blog is capable of that) over  a post where I literally didn’t say anything resembling that (and man was that an eye opening experience, when people have an opinion about something you wrote, but they didn’t actually read what you wrote, so instead it’s what they projected that you said ). Tumblr is supposed to be a fun space, and instead, over the last few weeks every time I thought about wanting to talk about Liam, I got told that (the same group) of people were talking shit, so what used to be something that made me happy, became something where I full body clenched and thought “am I gonna get shit for this?” - it actively removed the joy for me. 

 I know some folks love to throw down the words “fake” when you don’t agree with or like something your fave does. Wanting your fave to do better isn’t being a fake fan, and not agreeing with the things they do doesn’t negate the years of support or love you’ve shown.

anonymous asked:

I love your blogs^^ I hope I'm not rushing you but I'm just asking if you're continuing your short fanfic Hope you don't mind me asking, take your time =3

Author’s note: confused? here’s part one || ENJOY !!!

It had been a week since you and Seven’s fight.

You had set up camp in Jaehee’s living room and made the couch your permanent bed. Zen had gone over to get some of your clothes for you, and you had been splitting the gas money with Jaehee by carpooling. Surprisingly, everything was running smoothly.

Aside from the fact that you and Seven still worked together.

The first time he walked into the office with bloodshot eyes, and gave you his signature puppy dog look, you wanted nothing more than to run into his arms.

“I never loved you.”

The words that haunted your nightmares pulled you back to reality. I can’t give in… not after what he said.

So every day from that point on, you ignored him, and every day, he looked worse and worse.

“You could at least acknowledge him,” Yoosung sighed, leaning against your desk.

You laughed. “After what he said? Not a chance.”

“Look, I know what he said what awful, but I’m worried about him! Tomorrow is gonna be his first weekend totally alone.”

“What about last weekend? I left on Friday night…”

The blonde leaned in close to you and lowered his voice to a whisper. “He was with me. I stayed with him the entire weekend, and it was horrible! I have never seen Seven so mad at himself, or so…”

He looked around to see if anyone was listening, “Well, drunk.”

You spun around. “He’s drinking again?”

Yoosung nodded. “It’s bad, MC…”

“Well, why don’t you stay with him again this weekend?”

“I have a… thing,” Yoosung looked away from you sheepishly.

“A thing?”

“An LOLOL convention.”


Yoosung rolled his eyes. “I’m just telling you this now, so you aren’t surprised when you find a drunk Seven wandering outside of your window tonight.”

With that, he walked away, leaving you to digest what he just told you.

He’s taking this pretty hard…

You looked over at him. He was staring intensely at the computer, but even from where you were sitting you could see the bags under his eyes. He obviously hadn’t shaved since you left, or even done his hair, for that matter…

Before you could even think about talking to him, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Yoosung, I already told you-”

“I know he has girly hands, but don’t go mistaking me for him,” Jaehee chuckled

Yoosung, who was heading over to Seven’s desk, turned around and glared. “I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU KNOW!!”

You and Jaehee made eye contact before bursting out laughing.

Seven watched as you threw your head back and laughed. I miss that smile…

Sighing, he turned back to his computer. He really needed something to distract him tonight. He tried to sneak another glance at you.

“Whatcha looking at, bud?”

“SHIT, Yoosung, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

He crossed his arms. “I’ve been standing here for the past two minutes.”


“Soooo, what are you gonna do tonight?”

Seven leaned back in his chair. “I was just thinking about that… maybe I’ll go to a bar?”

“A new one just opened up down the street from here! You should check it out, I heard they serve this crazy drink-”

“Okay, I’ll go.”

Yoosung scratched the back of his neck. “And uh… I talked to MC. She’s still pretty mad about the whole thing.”


“Maybe you should ask her to come back?”

Seven glared at his friend. “Don’t you think I’ve tried that? She won’t answer any of my calls or texts!”

Yoosung gulped. “Well… have fun tonight… drinking…. and uhhh… don’t do anything dumb!”

He walked away and Seven rolled his eyes.

Don’t do anything dumb? Too late for that…

Jaehee looked through her assorted DVDs and sighed. “You can pick the movie, MC.”

You felt your eyes widen, “Really??”

Jaehee takes movie night pretty seriously… this is kind of a big deal!!

“Yeah, you look like you need a win.”

I take it back…

“Thanks, Jaehee,” you scoffed.

She plopped herself down on the couch. “You know that’s not what I meant!”

Deciding you needed a ‘pick me up’, you chose your favorite comedy.

Sitting next to Jaehee, you smiled. “Ready?”


You pressed play, and let yourself forget all about your boyfriend issues.Yet, you still couldn’t help but wonder.

What’s he up to right now?

“Another one.”

The bartender looked over at the five empty glasses surrounding Luciel.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

Seven placed a finger on his chin. “Hmm, let me think…”


“I can still remember her, so no. Another!”

The Bartender sighed, and went to make him a drink.

“You look like you’re having a rough night.”

“More like rough week,” Seven turned toward the voice.

There sat a nice looking blonde girl, probably around his age. “Hi, I’m Mina,” she extended her arm toward him, “but you can call me Mimi!”

“Mimi? That’s a nice name. I’m Seven,” he shook her hand.

“Like the number?”


That was the same thing MC said when I told her my name…

“So, what’s up with all the drinks?”

He laughed. “Well…”

“That was such a funny movie!!”

You nodded, “And the main guy was sooo cute!”

“Not as cute as Zen, ”Jaehee winked.

She got up off the couch and stretched. “I think I’m gonna head to bed. You should do the same!”

“I will…”

She furrowed her brows. “What is it?”

“I’m going to visit Seven tomorrow.”

What? Why-“

You put a hand up. “Just hear me out.”

You told her what Yoosung had told you earlier, and how you think you should at least check on him.

“I want to make sure he’s eating and sleeping correctly…”

“Wow, MC… you’re such a nice person. I would’ve have already dumped his sorry ass.”


She shrugged and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m going over there because… well, it’s the right thing to do… when you love someone.”

Jaehee reached for the lights. “You still love him?”

“Of course! We aren’t broken up; I’m just taking some time for myself.”

“Whatever you say, MC.”

She turned off the lights, leaving you with your thoughts.

“And that’s why I ended up here, drinking alone on a Friday night.”

Wow… well, I can tell you one thing; you aren’t alone anymore!!”

“I’ll cheers to that!”

Seven and his new friend clinked their cups together.

I’m glad I can at least make one friend while I’m out like this… I think MC and Mimi would get along pretty well if they knew each other.

Three drinks later, and Seven could barely see straight.

“S-Seven are youuuu okayyyyy,” Mimi slurred.

He gave her a goofy smile. “I’m perrfeccctttlyyy fine!”

She giggled. “We should get out of hereee!!”

He set down his cup and looked up at her.

Don’t do it, Seven.

She held out her hand.

Don’t do it, Seven.

He grabbed it and let her lead him out.

Don’t do it, Seven.

The two of them got a cab, and he directed it back to his place

Don’t do it, Seven.

He unlocked the front door with slurred Arabic nonsense.

Don’t do it, Seven.

The two of them stepped inside, and she closed the door behind them.

Don’t do it, Seven.

And that was the last thing he remembered.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Good luck with your blog, your writing so far is really good! It's exciting to have you around! I wanted to ask if you might have any ideas for a scenario where Ayato's s/o is having a bad time and he has to deal with it? I don't mind it not being super fluffy or anything (I kind of imagine he sucks at comfort, but that's me!), I'd just really love to hear what you think would be his reaction! Thank you very much!

Thank you so much! It means a lot to hear that because I was really nervous about starting this blog, haha! I did pre-:re Ayato, if you wanted :re Ayato you can definitely send in another request! 😄

Ayato was having a fairly nice day at first. None of his subordinates had bothered him and Tatara told him that he didn’t have another mission until next week.

‘At first’ were the key words of that sentence.

It was barely noon when one of his subordinates stumbled up to him, out of breath and slightly panicked.

Ayato glared at him, “What?” he hissed out, his hand curling into a fist.

The ghoul shifted nervously under his superior’s dark look, “Uh, there’s something wrong with s/o. They look like they’re about to kill someone so we decided to come get you.”

“And what exactly do you expect me to do about it?” Ayato demanded harshly, but followed the ghoul to where his s/o was.

“I dont know, we thought maybe you could talk to them, they went into their bedroom after one of the others asked them what was wrong…” 

Ayato scowled as he opened the door to his s/o’s bedroom and then slammed it in the ghoul’s face.

His eyes immediately fell on his s/o sitting on the floor with their back pressed against the wall. They were staring hard at the wall across from them, not even bothering to take notice of the other ghoul.

Ayato awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and took a few steps towards his s/o, “Uh, are you not… happy or something?”

“I’m fine.” They said and he nearly flinched at the tone, it wasn’t exactly angry, but it was nothing like the caring, almost motherly, tone they usually spoke to him with.

Warning bells shot off in Ayato’s head like sirens, nope, not okay, not okay at all. “Uh… are you sure…?”

“I said I’m fine, Ayato!” they said sharply, and Ayato’s eyes narrowed.


He cut himself off immediately as his partner recoiled and became even more upset than they were before. Their eyes darkened into a glare and focused on him.


“Look, uh, I didn’t, um, mean that.” he stumbled over his words as his s/o’s deathly stare didn’t leave his face.

“I’m sure.”

Ayato cringed and moved to sit down next to them, it probably wasn’t a good idea to sit next to an angry ghoul (especially if that ghoul was his s/o) in hindsight, but in all honesty, when did he ever make good decisions?

Luckily, his s/o didn’t move to claw his eyes out when he sat down. He made sure he wasn’t touching his s/o, but was close enough so that he could easily reach out and touch them if he wanted.

They sat in silence for a moment, it wasn’t awkward and Ayato actually enjoyed the quiescence, even if his s/o was furious next to him.

To his surprise, they were the first to speak, “Sorry, Ayato… I know you were only trying to help… I’m just not in a good mood. ”

His response was immediate and unintentional: “I can tell.” he retorted sarcastically.

His s/o looked back over at him, and he winced again.

Thankfully, they just acted as if they didn’t hear him and resorted to moving closer to him. He stiffened slightly as they put their head on his shoulder, but after a moment he relaxed and leaned back against the wall.

He waited a minute or two to ask them another question.

“…. So are you going to tell me what was going on with you?” Ayato tried again, now curious more than anything.

His s/o shot him an annoyed look. “No.” they hissed.

They definitely weren’t going tell Ayato that the only reason they were in a bad mood was because he wasn’t paying attention to them.

Honestly, I think Ayato’s the type of guy that would end up angering or upsetting his s/o even more when they were in a bad mood.

paleasamoon  asked:

RFA+V and Saeran (if they're too much, don't worry about it and just do the main RFA) babysitting while MC is out. Plot twist: the kid is SATAN.

a/n: the RFA members as parents is something you should sign me tf up for and thank you! I hit 4k on my blogs 3 week anniv yesterday ;u;
~ ( V + Unknown under the cut as it’ll get super long) ~


  • he’s a child himself so when you tell him to babysit your cousin he’s v worried
  • he looks like he’s okay with it but inside his soul has been c r u s h e d
  • “god idk if you’re real.. but he lp mE
  • as soon as you leave he slowly approaches the kid
  • “heeey… buddy…”
  • tries to play LOLOL with the kid in the room but as soon as the kid start crying he jumps
  • “oh my god how do you stop this??”
  • has to put the kid in bathtub so he doesn’t run away (and the tub is empty - hopefully??)
  • gives the kid paint
  • instant regret
  • he turns around to play on the computer but then when he turns back around, the living room is pINK??
  • tries to clean up and drags the kid by the hand and puts him in the bathtub again
  • texts the group chat: “SOMEONE HELP ME” - but no one responds? because why would they this is funny
  • refuses to call you for help and tries to stick it out
  • he goes back to his computer chair to turn off his game only to be greeted with a slight tug on his pants from the kid wide eyed looking at the screen
  • he places them on his lap and continues to play the game making overdramatic commentary
  • BOTH OF THEM ARE GIGGLING oh no 2 addicts
  • face palm when Yoosung does an impression of a dragon
  • when you come home you hear lots of laughter and see the two boys looking intently at the screen 
  • as soon as you drop your cousin back home he claims it was a piece of cake
  • “Hey, when is he coming back? We had a blast!!”
  • “He’s not your friend Yoosung he’s 4??”
  • but then again so is he


  • it depends if it was his own kid or someone else’s
  • when you asked him to babysit your sister he was confident he would be okay
  • “yeah, I’m amazing with kids don’t worry about us!”
  • and he usually is but you didn’t tell him that you assigned him to look after the most exasperating girl
  • so he starts off by trying to carry the 5 y/o girl but when she screams he almost drops her
  • kids are supposed to love me look at my face kiddo
  • thats why when your sister wants to watch a film he rushes to put his own in that’ll make her like me
  • so he makes her talk about which person she likes the most in the film
  • “So.. whos your favourite, princess?”
  • “uhh.. none of them, but I especially hate the one with the weird white ponytail and red eyes because he kinda looks like you”
  • the arthur fist meme
  • he has to tell himself that she’s fiVE AND HE CAN’T SAY ANYTHING
  • so he just sits in silence gritting his teeth
  • girl if u were older
  • he becomes just as bratty later hey who dressed you up today? a little frumpy, no?
  • however she asks if he can do his hair and his heart drops to his ass
  • oh god oh no god my hair my precious hair
  • he hesitates before sitting infront of her and looks up a prayer on the internet before reciting it to himself how extra
  • she starts braiding it and he’s okay with it at first and even manages to crack a smile.. maybe she isn’t so bad?
  • but you bet your ass as soon as he hears the snip of some scissors he jolts up and screams before diving into the bathroom 
  • turns out she wasn’t cutting his hair yet and was just ‘preparing’ to
  • you come home after receiving 1000 text messages from him and he buries his face in your neck
  • “I prefer you so much more.. I hope our kid is better”
  • 0 to 100 real quick


  • she’s super flustered at first when they start screaming but have you seen how stern she gets?
  • your lil brother pipes down reAAAAL fast
  • she sits by them working on her own papers and she’s like Nanny McPhee (did any of you see them films??)
  • she doesn’t even look up from her work before warning your little brother to not spill the paint
  • wizard mum
  • she deals with him better than you can even though she’s nervous 
  • but what you didn’t know was that when you asked her to babysit she almost passed out at the thought of babysitting
  • but she never refuses anything (have you guys not seen how much Jumin pushes her around in mysme ;n;)
  • and accepts but her palms are hella sweaty and she’s already overthinking all the bad scenarios
  • she started preparing a few days before your brother came by looking up websites on how to deal with children
  • she even prepares cute finger food and a first aid kit is ready in case apparently 
  • so by the time your brother actually comes over he isn’t interested in bothering her and just did his own thing
  • sigh of relief as she thanks the gods
  • but suddenly she hears her naming being called out and she almost chokes on her coffee
  • “oh my god what have I forgotten he’s going to go mAD”
  • he asks if she can play with him and his toys and she hesitates but slowly gets up and sits on the floor next to him awkwardly
  • watching him play makes her laugh and she covers her mouth frequently and she even! joins! in!
  • you walk in to the house to see them both laughing and playing wth..
  • she reassures you it was fine and she wouldn’t mind looking after him again and you’re so confused?? can kids drug adults??
  • but all she can think about that night is having kids of her own and how maybe.. possibly.. they wouldn’t be so bad


  • talking about being awkward
  • he tries to to hire a babysitter but couldnt find one last minute so he’s stuck babysitting your friend’s kid
  • f u c k
  • he just sits a considerable distance away from the kid staring at him while he’s engaged with his toys
  • how the hell is he entertained by a weird plastic car wouldn’t he prefer a real one?? actually contemplates buying one
  • he just gives the kid a weird look constantly and he can’t relax so he sits stiff in his seat awkwardly
  • probably ends up texting Jaehee for advice and gets a little angry at the fact her advice was to actually engage with the kid
  • it isn’t fucking rocket science
  • slowly approaches the kid outstretching his hand to greet him but the kid just looks at his hand before giving him the snot covered tissue he blew his nose with
  • can you imagine Jumin’s face i’m DECEASED
  • he freezes and takes a deep breath muttering a string of curse words under his breath before putting it in the bin
  • “kids have no fucki- manners these days..”
  •  the boy starts talking to Jumin when he returns and Jumin jumps - if he gives me any more tissues i’m kicking him out
  • “I’m hungry, get me food.”
  • Go ask the chef.” 
  • but the boy tugs on Jumins arm and starts whining and has to reluctantly go into the kitchen
  • what is cooking where is everything what is food
  • ends up serving him steak that was prepared from before and wipes the sweat from his forehead even though all he did was heat it up
  • lazy ass
  • later on the boy asks if he can take him to bed and read to him as he’s rubbing his eyes and Jumin gets flustered
  • he wants ME to read to him?? who’s cuter? Jumin or the lil boy
  • he goes up to the spare room to tuck him into him into bed since he was so sleepy and ends up flushing crimson at how cute the boy is
  • he starts reading an economics book to the boy clueless of ‘story time’ and he just looks up to him in confusion when the boy starts yelling
  • economics is fun u jerk
  • having no other books he’s forced to make one on the spot
  • “There was uh.. a superman who… saved the world..?”
  • the boy ends up falling asleep and Jumin stares at them for a while before gingerly stroking the boy’s hair feeling tired himself
  • you come back home to find the two boys asleep 


  • says he’s good with kids
  • IS good with kids
  • he just oogles at your two year brother when you bring him over
  • “Saeyoung you know you have to look after him right you can’t just gush over him..”
  • huh yeah okay but look at his chEEKS!
  • oh no you can’t help but be worried because Saeyoung needs his own babysitter since he’s mentally about 3 years old
  • he makes your little brother a little cat robot (one that doesn’t breathe fire thank god) to play with
  • you’ll never know who the grown up is as Saeyoung follows the kid around and does the same thing he does
  • the kid is on the floor playing with legos? so is he
  • and they’re having almost too much fun together building castles I’m telling you Saeyoung is 3
  • but as soon as the kid starts to walk over to his computer and touches a wire Saeyoung literally superman dives infront of the computer (john ceNA) protecting ‘his baby’ while stretching his arms out
  • he literally collapses onto the floor with relief but he hears a bang from the kitchen and has a mini panic attack
  • startled he runs to the kitchen to find the secret stashes of honey buddha chips on the floor and your brother munching from 7 opened packets at a time
  • face palming his head he feels his heart sink
  • “..my .. chips?”
  • he pouts before putting the remaining unopened packets away before texting you ‘can you send kids to prison?’
  • no Saeyoung thats illegal
  • he creates a pillow fort (vanderwood sits on the couch and hurts their ass cursing Saeyoung)
  • you come back to see a HUGE pillow fort in the middle of the room and just laugh when you walk in to see Saeyoung chasing your brother screaming covered in a sheet
  • well.. at least they’re both alive??

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somebodylost-chan  asked:

Though it leans on fighting, there's some general stuff on this blog, so: how do you write babies? They don't have much of a character, and they seem to be written as motivations most of the time. Thanks!

It was 2am, when Shelly Loggerson heard the wail. It came around like clockwork, each and every night. So regular now that a decent night’s sleep seemed a distant dream, the kind of good fortune you saw on television or read about in magazines but never expected to actually experience. Like her husband Rod turning up with champagne, a dozen red roses, and a rented yacht ready for a week’s cruise to the Cayman Islands or something. The Hollywood romantic comedy crap all women in her book club sighed over, still fluttering on about Ryan Gosling in The Notebook. None of them cared much for Nicholas Sparks, too many unhappy endings. The same would happen to them if John, their new baby never figured out how to sleep through the night. They’d get a Nicholas Sparks unhappy ending too.

Shelly waited patiently for the second wail, the final indicator that her son would need extra help getting to sleep tonight. It too arrived like clockwork, roaring through the baby monitor.

She inched across the bed as her husband groaned. “I’ll get him.”

“No,” Rod grumbled, patting her arm. “Book says we’re supposed to wait fifteen minutes, see if he can get back to sleep on his own.”

Another scream shook the monitor, filling their bedroom with the red light. Shelly winced. “What if he wet himself?”

“Do you think he did?”

“I don’t know!” She sniffed, her voice came out a little more ragged and pitched higher than she meant. “It could be just another… he could be lonely! Something might be wrong!”

Rod sighed. Turning his head toward the monitor, he was right on time for another wail. “Doesn’t sound like his ‘Made A Poopy’ scream. Sounds like ‘I want Mommy’.”

“See!” Shelly wiggled across the bed. “See! He needs me!” She was halfway to standing when Rod pounced.

“No,” he said quickly, his weight pressing down on her. “No, need is a decent night’s sleep.”

She opened her mouth to argue.

“Which we’ll get if he goes back to bed on his own. He wants Mommy, want isn’t the same as need.” He kissed her cheek. “Wait fifteen minutes, huh? You can check him after he’s gone back to sleep. He’ll never know then.”


Shelly hunkered down as another wail rolled through the monitor. Her eyes flicked restlessly to the clock on her bedside table. A round furry critter with slit cat eyes and a wagging tail in the circle ticking down the seconds. She inhaled deeply. It was going to be another long night.


The most important thing to remember is babies aren’t a happy ending. They’re messy, and they take up all your time. They’re little people who can’t communicate yet and are figuring out things like bodily functions and they need you, yes, you all the time.

The best advice I have for writing babies is (if you have no access to actual baby) to buy a parenting book, probably a couple of parenting books. Get one from the library if you must. The trick with writing anything is to learn as much on the subject as you can. If you know nothing about babies, then learn about babies. Which starts with, you know, understanding that they’re messy and that you may end the week with no shirt that isn’t covered in spit up or vomit.

The problem with writing children is that most writers either make them too dumb or too wise, and they don’t feel much like kids. A baby tends to end up a prop or a motivation like you said. However, a baby is a little person trying to figure out how to person and can’t communicate with you because they haven’t reached that stage yet.

Babies are messy.

Bodily functions. So many bodily functions, so many smells, so much cuteness wrapped up in shrill shrieks and the ability to ruin your favorite shirt utterly by accident because you can’t tell if it was intentional or not. Did you know that babies have personalities and that babies tell jokes? They do. Their version of a joke may be a gas passing, a poopy diaper, or an imitating wink or face of the person closest to them but they do. Baby should be interacting with their environment and the people around them.

Heck, you may not have lived until you’ve gotten sprayed down with pee.

Baby is not just an ambulatory prop. Baby is the ambulatory prop following the butterfly and careening off toward the cliff’s edge when you, their responsible caretaker, are not looking.

Babies are trouble.

You don’t know what’s wrong, you just know something is. Or maybe it isn’t. Maybe they just have gas. How can you know?

Babies are inconvenient.

You can go adventuring with Baby, but it will be a harrowing experience. You want to go digging through a three thousand year old tomb with an infant who touches everything, drools, and will probably pick up some disease because they stuck their dirty, dust covered fist into their mouth.

Comedies love the single parent with baby stories where the hot guy finally comes over and they’re ready to finally have sexy time after their wardrobe has been totally ruined. They lean in for a kiss and BABY SCREAMS!!!!!! Monitor goes off. Kiss ruined.

Be careful of the kinds of stories you want to tell with Baby, because Baby can take up a fairly large portion of it despite their inability to talk except in garbles, screams, smiles, and blinks. They are a constant responsibility, a thankless task, except for those smiles, blinks, cuddles, first steps, and saying ‘mama’ or ‘papa’. Those emotional rewards balance out the misery.

Babies aren’t easy.

It’s okay if your characters sometimes want to kill Baby. That’s a pretty honest reaction, actually. There are a great many joys to parenthood for some, but everyone has their 5AM moment where they’ve gone a week without sleep and just want to scream into the water closet or sob it out in the shower.

How to write babies:

1) Decide the purpose the baby serves in the story.

Most people use babies as props, they use kids as props too. Children are there as a means to express something about a character, not because they are characters in their own right. Baby is going to be less of a character than other characters BUT Baby is figuring out their personality. What is Baby’s personality? Baby doesn’t know how to be good or bad. What makes Baby cry?

2) Start thinking from the perspective of a parent, but also of Baby. Treat Baby like an individual.

I just said above that Baby is a character, but let me reiterate: Baby is a character. They are not a Goodness Test. A character’s worth is not defined by Baby. Baby is not an evil detection meter. Baby isn’t going to figure out who the villain is by crying. That isn’t how babies work.

3) Characters, even the parents, may struggle with Baby’s importance in their lives.

That’s normal, natural, and trying to figure out boundaries is the actions of a good parent. Caring for yourself also helps care for Baby, everything doesn’t go on hold because Baby is here. Characters need to work out their relationships, responsibilities, and that includes the nastier sides like jealousy. Trying to pretend that everything is perfect is what will sink your story and make Baby seem false. Your character being a perfect parent who never makes stupid decisions, who is 100% always ready and on call, never feels anything negative, is the one who seems inhuman. These people exist, I’m sure, but they’re not the norm.

Don’t be afraid to let the humanity in.

4) Think seriously about whether you actually want a baby in your story.

Why do you want Baby?


Do you honestly want to tell a story about a baby?

The question shouldn’t scare you or act as a reason not to write your baby. It’s just an honest question, Baby is a character, they need an arc. They aren’t just a prop. Maybe they provide other characters with motivations, but they’re characters themselves.

5) Spend some time with babies.

Whether it’s watching videos with parents and their kids on YouTube if you have no babies in your life, reading books on parenting or babies for dummies or something, read up not just on raising children but the different life stages. Babies grow up quick, figuring out the different ways they change as they develop is important to characterizing them.

Babies are important and real, and little people. They’re people that’ll be with your characters for the rest of their lives. Figuring out that balance, stripping out the whole morality play before adding it back in will help a lot toward getting to the meat of the character dynamics.

Are your characters happy about Baby? 

Do they want Baby? Why did they want Baby?

It’s a huge commitment in time, love, and care. Cuddling the baby to sleep can be a great character moment, especially if it leads to character growth.

Those are my two cents anyway.

Chime in down in the comments if you’ve got any other ideas!


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Since I’ve already been talking about it a lot tonight, I might as well go for my full rant post.  I’ve seen multiple times antis claiming that it would be impossible for Harry and Louis to go out to dinner in public and not have it being broadcast the the world and that makes me shake my head every time as someone who has both worked at and been to the kind of discreet places where they might go including industry events and even some not-so-high-end places where celebs do tend to pop up from time to time.  It’s going to be long because when I get tying I can’t stop.

If you follow me, you’ve already seen my story here about the high end restaurant I used to work at.  It was the type of place that got celebs all the time.  One R&B singer in particular had her own table there and let me tell you what a pain it was if she came in last minute and someone was already sitting there.  A certainly celeb known for constantly being papped all the time used to also come in pretty much every time she was in NY and not ONCE was she papped there.  Actually, I don’t think I ever saw a single paparazzi taking photos of the restaurant entrance the entire time I worked there…which is funny because it’s very close to Sirius Satellite Radio where paps used to hang out a lot to catch musicians coming in and out of the building, yet never came to the restaurant.  People would have been fired if they mentioned anything on social media.  Hell, even now I feel uncomfortable posting this stuff even though I haven’t worked there in almost two years, I’m not naming names, and my blog is fairly anonymous.  

As for places I’ve been to, just a couple weeks ago I was at a members only place where Harry has been known to go and sitting in my direct line of sight was an actress I admire.  Did I take her picture?  Did I see anyone else taking her picture?  Did I post it on social media?  No.  Why?  Because I didn’t want to embarrass myself or my friend I was there with who is a member nor did I want to get kicked out and again, embarrass myself and my friend who was a member. 

Industry parties?  Same thing.  People who go to these things are either in the industry (obviously) or guests of people who are.  I don’t care how low your position is, no one wants to risk their job or their friends’ jobs.  The industry is very small.  If it gets out that you were the person that dropped the gossip, you’re taking an awfully big risk.  Plus, everyone wants to play it cool.  No one wants to seem like being in the presence of this or that celebrity is a big deal.  You pretend it happens to you all the time. 

The places I”ve seen the most gossip, however?  Surprisingly not the high end secretive-type places, but dive bars where no one really gives a fuck.  One time in particular, I was at a bar when a very married celebrity fucked a guy in the the bathroom.  I was really pissed because there was only one working bathroom at the time and I had to pee SO BAD. I also found out that night that that wasn’t the first time he had done that and no one around me was surprised. Did I post this on social media?  Absolutely not.  Did I tell my friends?  Totally.  

And that brings me to my next point.  I’ve seen people say (and have actually had friends say to me IRL when I was young and naive and stupidly trying to get them to join fandom) that if they were actually a couple, people would talk.  Uhhh hi, hello, hey there.  What do you think “receipts” are?  People DO talk.  Do I believe everything that comes across my dash?  Of course not.  But I do believe certain ones, not to mention I’ve heard one mini one myself that i”ve mentioned here before.  It doesn’t directly point to H&L as a couple, but definitely supports it.  

Another thing to keep in mind, the people that go to/work at these places may have absolutely no idea who Harry and Louis are nor do they CARE.  One time, I spent an entire evening with the son of a very famous man (who has been papped with his father before) and called him the wrong name all night long and even introduced him to people using the wrong name.  He never corrected me once.  Needless to say, when I got home to discover my mistake, I was BEYOND embarrassed when I found out. My point is, even though he has been in tabloids, I still had no idea who he was. If I had seen H&L at any of these places 2 years ago my reaction would have been simply “huh.  Guess that Harry guy from that boyband is into dudes.  cool.” I don’t think I would have been able to pick Louis out of a line up.  This might be different now after all the babygate coverage, but even still the people who frequent these places aren’t necessarily up on their celebrity gossip.  They might know a name in passing, but probably couldn’t put a face to a name.  People need to take their fandom glasses off from time to time and realize that the places they would go do not cater to their fan demographic.  

Also- what do people think they’re doing when they go out in public?  Do they really expect them to be making out while their food gets cold?  

Now look, I know.  This is all anecdotal evidence.  I can’t “prove” anything.  I’m sure plenty of people will come back with exceptions to everything i’ve just typed out, but I at least wanted to share my personal experience(s).  It is totally, absolutely possible for Harry and Louis to go out as a couple and not have it broadcast over the cover of every tabloid. 

anonymous asked:

Er, I don't know if that's too dark, since you asked for happy scenarios in your FAQ but, well we'll see! How would the Matsus react to be in a fight with their s/o? Would they feel bad afterwards? Would they wait for their partner to apologize or do it first? Thank you very much! (Congratulations for your awesome blog, buddy! Might I say your writing is pretty rad!)

oh it’s np!! since ive recruited new mods, we’ll accept more darker asks! (mod Tom/Totty actually encourages you guys to send in more angsty asks…) so have fun with that! also hehe….thanks for the compliment. thanks for sending in this scenario as well! -mod june

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anonymous asked:

i want to request an scenario ^.^ kuroo, nishinoya, kageyama and sugawara having a strong fight, like shouting and crying (both or one of them) with their fem! s/o and breaking up. after a week, the boys look for s/o and apologise (make it fluffy and long please) thank you so muuuuch xx p.s: i love your blog so much don't stop making scenarios !!!

I made this pretty long without even trying. I just got super into it! Haha but I hope you guys enjoy it! ( ◞・౪・) Haha okay, Anon-chan! I won’t stop making the scenarios! I hope you enjoy this one! I kinda did feel bad for not being able to write so often so I made this one long for you guys. Tonight and tomorrow I will hopefully have more requests taken care of! But for right now, here’s the super long ones! Enjoy (=^▽^=)


“Lev, I said hold your arms in closer!”

“Kenma, you need to run for the ball if its just that many steps ahead!”

“Yaku, stop bossing Lev around!”

The Nekoma High School volleyball team wasn’t having the best practice, but it wasn’t the worst for them. The one thing that went wrong for the team was their flustered captain.

“Kenma, do something,” Inouka whispered as he panted heavily after running the punishment lap.

“Like what? I can’t do anything other than take it with you,” Kenma replied, trying to catch his breath as well.

“Why is Kuroo-san so grouchy now?!” Lev asked louder than intended.

“Shhh! We’ll get in more trouble if he hears you say that crap, Lev!” Yamamoto instructed angrily. “And don’t even think of asking him. He might get even angrier.”

“For what though?” Lev asked quieter, looking to see where Kuroo was. Kuroo stood next to Coach, listening to him speak. From where the team could see, Kuroo listened to Coach as calm as they have seen him for awhile.

“You don’t remember?” Yaku asked, giving Lev a look of pity.

“No, what?”

“Kuroo and ____ broke up last week,” Kenma answer nonchalantly.

“Huh?! They broke up last week?! Really?!” Lev yelled in indeniable shock. An aggravated groan escaped the mouths of his team mate.

“EVERYONE SPRINT FIVE LAPS AROUND THE GYM! If you’re not done in three minutes, do another five!” Kuroo yelled from across the gym as he stood next to his Coach.

“Lev, we’re going to kill you,”

Lev stood frozen as his team mates ran past him with looks that meant to pierce Lev right through his skin.

“Practice was tiring today,” Yamamoto groaned as he wiped the sweat away from his body with the towel.

“Kenma, talk to Kuroo. I don’t think we can handle any more of this,” Yaku instructed with a pout. Kenma froze to the favor and looked to Yaku a little scared.

“Why is it always me who has to talk to him?”

“Because you’re his best friend,” everyone in the locker room said bluntly.

“What are you guys talking about?” Kuroo asked curiously. Everyone in the room looked to him with a mix of fear and shock.

“N-Nothing,” everyone responded nervously. Kuroo looked to each of his players with his usual smug look but brushed it off his shoulders.

“Well, I’m leaving. Bye guys!”

“Ye-yeah me too, see you guys tomorrow,”

“Oh, bye! Good work today team,” Kuroo answered with a wave. As his team hurried off to leave the room, Kuroo was left with a confused look. Along with a patient Kenma. “Hm, waiting for me?”

“I mean, we live close. And we’ve always walked home together. Especially since…” Kenma’s sentence trailed off as he contemplated on how to address the topic.

Kuroo had his back faced Kenma, not knowing what to say as well. The room felt heavy. The thought of you consumed Kuroo’s mind. Not like his mind already wasn’t consumed with the thoughts of you. All the memories. All the promises. All the love.

“You can’t take it out on the team, Kuroo,” Kenma said firmly. Kenma’s voice brought Kuroo back to his senses. But Kuroo still couldn’t face Kenma.

“I’m sorry,” Kuroo said a heavy sigh.

“It’s okay,” Kenma replied. The room stayed silent. Kuroo’s mind wandered back to you.

“Kenma,” Kenma looked to Kuroo with a curious look. Kuroo didn’t need to look to Kenma to know he was listening. “Go on ahead. There’s something I need to do.”

Kenma and Kuroo had been childhood friends. They were confident enough to know what the other was thinking. With a nod of his head, Kenma turned his back. Before walking away, Kenma called out to Kuroo. “Good luck.”


You turned to face the familiar voice with a surprised look. Kuroo stood to the left of you, as if he had been waiting for you.


The sound of your voice saying his name lifted almost tons of weigh off of Kuroo’s shoulders. It was the remedy Kuroo was needing. You could see the pain on Kuroo’s face as you said his name.

“H-Hey,” Kuroo said with half a smile.

The distance between you two felt so wrong. Not just in the moment, but in the last couple weeks. The fighting would never end. You two had forgotten why it started. But even then, the fighting kept continuing. The yelling. The tears. Nothing got solved. The only solution was to be apart. When it finally happened, neither of you could even recall who decided what. It was just decided. It broke both your hearts to be so lost. Both of you were lost. But it felt as if it needed to be done. What else could you or Kuroo have done?

But as Kuroo spoke to you, you could feel your heart need him. You wanted to close the distance. You wanted to be wrapped in his arms. You wanted Kuroo. But did Kuroo feel the same?

“Hey,” you replied sheepishly. “Just getting out of practice?”

Just trying to make regular conversation feel not so heavy was as hard for you. Of course Kuroo was just getting out of practice. You knew that. He knew you knew that. In your mind, you cursed yourself.

“Y-Yeah. How about you?” Kuroo asked, trying to become comfortable with you.

“Ah, just finished hanging out with some friends,” you replied with a smile.

Why didn’t you just tell him it was your best friends? What if he assumed it was a new boyfriend? Would your chance of being wrapped in his arms diminish?

“O-Oh, that’s good,” Kuroo replied with a stronger smile. You knew Kuroo. You knew the first thing that came to mind was a new boyfriend in your life. You wanted to tell him, you wanted to have him know no one else was in your heart. Because Kuroo still had a lock on you. “Well-”

“Did you want to walk together?” you asked quickly. You couldn’t help but cut off Kuroo. You didn’t want to say goodbye.

All Kuroo could do was stare at you, shocked at your question. But a small smile took over his face and a small nudge of the nod.

It felt nostalgic and foreign to be next Kuroo. It was only a week since you two had broken up. But walking this familiar path next to him, it felt as though months had passed between the two of you. It was strange. It was strange, yet nice. The thought brought a smile to your face.

“I’ve been a bit meaner on the guys since we broke up,” Kuroo said, feeling guilty. You gave him a small laugh.

“You shouldn’t take it out on them, just focus on practice,” you advised with a nervous smile. Somehow Kuroo could make the heaviest topics feel casual with you. Was Kuroo always like this? Or was he like this simply because he was Kuroo?

“I know, it’s just been hard,” Kuroo trailed off in deep thought. The silence sent a stab through your heart. Before you could change the subject, Kuroo interjected. “But its okay, some of the guys need the extra exercise.”

“Oh really?” you asked, knowing better of Kuroo’s thoughts. “Like who? Who needs more practice?”

“Lev for one! And Yaku’s gotten a bit skinnier. It wouldn’t hurt for him to build muscle. And Ken-”

“Don’t say Kenma, because you know he’s never going to change,”

“But he could!” Kuroo looked to you with a look of determination. You only laughed at Kuroo, feeling yourself relax with him more. “You always defended Kenma.”

“I defended everybody on that team,” you said proudly. Kuroo only sighed of defeat. It felt nice walking together, laughing like this. But it had to be cut short. “Ah, well, I can walk the rest myself.”

“Ah, are you sure? Its only a block more,” Kuroo asked, surprised of the sudden ending to your walk together. “I can-”

“Its okay, Kuroo. I’ll be fine,” you said with half a smile. You watched as Kuroo frowned to the sound of his name. He felt better hearing his first name from your mouth. He wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear you say it over and over and over again. Just like before. “I’ll see-”

“No!” Kuroo called out. His arms were thrown around your neck, his hold on you desperate. You could smell the sweat from his body. But you didn’t mind. You kind of missed it. Being in his hold felt wonderful. As if you two had never left one another.

“Kuroo…” you whispered. The wind blew against you two, Kuroo’s smell invaded your nose even more. You brought your hand to Kuroo’s forearm as he rested his forehead against the back of your head. God, did he miss holding you like this. He didn’t want to let go. Not again.

“Stop saying that, just call me Tetsurou. Please?”

“But we’re-”

“It doesn’t matter. I…” His voice was struggling. The words were all jumbled in Kuroo’s mind but they wouldn’t escape his mouth smoothly. But he had to try. It was you. “I miss hearing you say it.”

“But it does matter,” you said firmly. Kuroo eyebrows furrowed at the tone of your voice. He couldn’t get mad. He knew you were hurt. He was hurt also. But he couldn’t help but be mad because of how everything came to be. “Tetsu, we broke up.”

Your voice broke at the realization of the lump in your throat. You had been fighting the lump in your throat without trying. Kuroo held you tighter in his arms. The hold on his forearm had become desperate. You needed Kuroo to understand that this was both your decision. You both hated it but it seemed right.

“I know,” Kuroo managed to reply, but bitterly. He tried to not let his emotions get to him. But he missed you. “I still love you.”


“Just listen. Please? I still love you. I miss you. I’ve been trying to cope with everything but all it’s led me to is being an ass hole captain and you stuck in my head more,”

You leaned against Kuroo’s hold, a tear rolling down your cheek. It rolled onto Kuroo’s forearm. Feeling Kuroo’s hold on you felt so comforting. But the crying made you realize why it was wrong. But you had to listen. No, you just wanted to. You wanted to hear the things Kuroo didn’t say when things had gotten worse between you two. They were all he had to say when you two were fighting. It wasn’t like he had forgotten or neglected you. But hearing those words would had fixed everything. You knew that. He knew that. You knew Kuroo knew that. Yet when he didnt say those things, and said more hurtful things, you both knew there wasn’t going to be an “us” anymore.

Kuroo understood that now. Kuroo understood this was his only chance to prove what you meant to him.

“I’m sorry for everything. I can’t give you a reason why I acted like that. I don’t know why I had been acting like that. But there’s no excuse either, ____. But I should have told you. I should have told you I didn’t want to lose you either. That I didn’t want to stop being with you. I should have told you through all that fighting that I still needed you in my life.”

The tears were falling now. Your hold on Kuroo’s arm was more comfort than wrong now. Kuroo talked more calm as well. But you could still hear the need in his voice. He needed you to know how he felt about you.

“When we decided to break up, I didn’t know what to think. Or say. All I could think of was the fighting. It was going to be over. When you were walking out the door, all I could think was the fighting was going to be over. And I know you knew it too. But… I didn’t realize that it would be over for good. I didn’t realized you walking out the door would be the last time ever.”

“What made you realize it then? Since you didn’t realize it right when we broke up?” you asked bitterly. You hadn’t meant to. But you were crying. Hearing Kuroo’s words were bittersweet. You wanted him to realize it in that moment when you two decided to break up.

“When I woke up the next morning. I realized I had no texts from you. I had forgotten everything the day before, so when an hour passed and you hadn’t texted me, I was about to text you. But when I was looking at the blank screen with your name on it, it all kept coming back to me. All I could do was stare at the screen. All I could do was sit at my bed and stare at my phone. I wasn’t allowed to tease you about not waking up early anymore. I wasn’t allowed to talk to you like we usually could.”

It was a struggle trying to hush your cries. But your heart was hurting. It had only been a week but you missed Kuroo. But it hurt your heart to hear Kuroo cry now. You didn’t need to look at him to hear him fighting the tears. His voice was steady, you could barely tell he was crying. But you knew Kuroo.

“I felt so stupid. I couldn’t even remember why we were fighting. But the more I kept staring at the blank text message, I tried harder to remember why we were fighting. I just wanted to fix everything. But the more I kept trying and trying to think about why we fought, I got more frustrated. I got more frustrated that I couldn’t remember why we fighting so damn much. I got more frustrated that I couldn’t just text you and tell you to come over so we could just hang out. All I wanted as I stared at my phone was to hold you and tell you everything I was too mad to tell you. That I love you. That you’re my everything. That I could never see you and me without each other. ____, I’m in love with you. I’m sorry for everything. I can make it up, whether you say yes or no to this question. But please… Just please have me.”

“Stupid, you know me.” you replied, quicker than anticipated. You felt Kuroo lift his head off. He was surprised by your reply. “These past few days haven’t been easy for me either.”

“Really?” Kuroo asked surprised. His answer made you annoyed. You broke out his touch and looked straight to him with firm eyes.

“Of course not! How dare you think this week had been easy for me! How dare you think I’m allowed to have it easy just because we broke up. Just because we broke up doesn’t mean its supposed to get easier. Tetsurou, I couldn’t live without you either. And even after all that honeymoon phase and we could go a few days without hanging out, I didn’t want you out my life. I didn’t want you to leave my side. Even after all the yelling and fighting, I didn’t want you to stop being my boyfriend. How dare you-”

“I get it, I get it. I’m sorry, it’s just. Every time I saw you around school, you seemed so happy.”

“So did you, and it hurt. I know you were just playing it off, but seeing you smile like it didn’t matter hurt. It really did.”

You wiped away the tears that frantically fell from your eyes. Before you could open your eyes, Kuroo grasped your face and placed his forehead against yours. All you could do was open your eyes and look into Kuroo’s.

“I know. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. ____, you don’t know how sorry I am, can be, ever will be. But ____, please. Let’s be together.”

“Stupid. Stop asking. I love you too.”

For the first time in a long time, Kuroo’s lips was against yours. You hadn’t forgotten how soft they were or amazing it felt. After all the fighting, yelling, distance, this was everything your heart needed. Everything was alright in the world. Actually better. Because Kuroo and you were together.


“Oh, that’s right, I forgot I was supposed to meet Asahi-san and the rest of the third years at the club room. I’ll see you later guys!” Nishinoya said suddenly. Before the other second years could say a word, Nishinoya already turned his back and ran toward the club room.

“Noya’s going the wrong way,” Kinoshita said.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to go this way?” Narita asked, pointing the the end of the hallway in front of them.

“Its because of,” Tanaka responded as he nudged his head over to you. The other second years eyes followed to his direction.

“Noya usually doesn’t avoid her though,”

“Are you kidding, that’s all he’s been doing,”

“Why though? Noya usually could never not bug Asahi about volleyball when Asahi decided to quit,” Narita asked confused.

“That’s different. This is Noya and ____ we’re talking about. Especially Noya. He doesn’t know how to handle this,” Ennoshita said sympathetically.

“I don’t think he knows how to handle his feelings at all right now,” Tanaka commented, sighing heavily.

“How long has it been already?” Kinoshita asked.

“A week, and its been super long for him,” Ennoshita answered while rubbing his neck. “Hopefully he figures out what he wants to do soon.”

A few days ago…

“I don’t know what to do,” Nishinoya said frustrated.

Tanaka turned his attention to Nishinoya confused. “With what?”

“With ____,” Nishinoya replied still flustered. Tanaka sighed deeply, as if given up on Nishinoya.

“I keep telling you, just talk to her,”

“But she hates me,”

“No she doesn’t,”

“Do I have to remind you about what happened?” Nishinoya said, him sighing deeply now.

“Yeah, yeah. You guys said some hurtful things. She slammed the door. But do you really think she hates you? You guys were inseparable. And even when you guys weren’t together, you wouldn’t shut up about her.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Just talk to her. And if it doesn’t work out for the better, I’ll be there to knock some sense back into you,”

That was the thing, I want it to work out… Nishinoya thought to himself, a little down.

He ran his hands through his hair frustrated to how everything turned out. Nishinoya sat on the concrete the held the tree in place. His eyes looked to the tree above him and memories began to flood back. This was your favorite spot in the whole school. You two would eat lunch together here. This is where you two shared your first kiss. The tree is where Nishinoya asked you to be his girlfriend. That was last year. And here Nishinoya was alone under the tree, where so many good memories happened. With you. But you weren’t here with him. You couldn’t be.


Nishinoya took his eyes away from the tree and looked over to the familiar voice. The voice he hasn’t heard in a week. The voice he loved falling asleep to over the phone.

“_____…” Nishinoya said quietly.

The silence between you two was heavy. Neither of you knew what to say. All the last memories you two had flooded Nishinoya’s mind. As memories of him yelling and blaming you came to mind, his conscious began to remind him that he didn’t deserve to talk to you. He didn’t deserve a second chance. That no matter how much he could talk to you or beg you right now, you had every right to walk away.

“Can I sit with you?” you asked with half a smile. Nishinoya looked to you surprised. But as he smiled, your smile became bigger. You sat next to him, looking at him. His eyes were still so big and looked at you with wonder. You could still see the love in his eyes. And it felt nice. Because you still loved him.

But you remembered everything that happened. At the sudden thought, you looked down the both your shoes. Nishinoya became disappointed, knowing what you were thinking of.

“I keep telling you, just talk to her…”

Tanaka’s words rang in Nishinoya’s ears louder than ever. He leaned back onto his hands and pouted. Nishinoya knew Tanaka was right. It was now or never.

“Hey, _____-”

“So how has-”

You both looked to each other, stiff as ever. It was never this hard to talk to Nishinoya. Seeing him act this was way was a little refreshing. A smile came to your face and then a laugh escaped your mouth. Nishinoya almost immediately followed your laughs.

“Sorry, you go first,” you insisted.

“Ah, it’s okay. What were you saying?” Nishinoya asked with a cool smile. It had only been a week but that smile. Nishinoya’s smile always melted your heart. It still did.

“I was just going to ask how volleyball has been,” you said. Nishinoya couldn’t help but admire your smile.

“It’s been good. I’ve been able to toss better,” Nishinoya said with his head held high while crossing his arms over his chest. You laughed at how animated he had been. It’s still nice to see he still is.

“That’s good. I’m proud of you. I remember when you kept thinking all you could do was pass the ball. I’m happy you’re trying out new things,” you replied with a smile. It still made Nishinoya’s heart flutter.

“Yeah, me too. I get to help out the team more now,” Nishinoya said quietly. His mind trailing off to you. Somehow his mind always wandered to you.

“Yeah,” your voice trailed off as well, feeling Nishinoya thinking in deep though. “But what did you want to talk about?”

“Huh? Ah, well,” Nishinoya suddenly couldn’t find the words to say. But he needed to try. “I just wanted to talk.”


“Well… I wanted to say sorry,” Nishinoya sighed. You listened carefully. “I didn’t want things to end the way they did.”

“Neither did-”

“I didn’t want things to end… Is what I’m saying.”

Nishinoya slowly looked at you. What was he saying though? You both agreed to breaking up. He agreed. Meaning he wanted this. He wanted to be single and away from you. So what was he saying to you?

“What?” you asked bewildered. Your mind was flustered but all you could say was that simple question.

“I didn’t want us to break up,” Nishinoya repeated.

“But you-”

“I know, I know. I decided we should have. But… It only felt like we needed to. We hadn’t been happy with each other the last few weeks. We were fighting non-stop. But… I still love you.”

There. A stab through your heart. But it wasn’t painful. It felt like the first time Nishinoya told you he loved you. Yet why did it hurt?

“But Yuu… We agreed to break up. You just said so we weren’t happy the last few-”

“But why? Because we were fighting? I can’t even remember what we were fighting about!” Nishinoya said frustrated. His fears were becoming a reality. You continued to say the words he didn’t want to hear.

“Me either, it just got so hectic. It was one fight after the other.” you said sadly.

“It wont be like that, anymore,” Nishinoya said, determination in his voice. You looked to him shock.

“Yuu… How do you know that for sure? Yuu, we’ve been going out for so long, we were fighting so much, why couldn’t we fix it-”

“This is us fixing it. This is me fixing us. Because… Because I love you! I love you, ____! I’m sorry I didn’t say it then, I’m sorry I didn’t stop us from breaking up. I’m so sorry. That’s why I’m asking for you back. That’s why I’ll do anything to let you never feel that way. I’ll do anything to never let us get there again. Trust me, okay?” Nishinoya leaned forward, closer to you. He could never keep his distance from you. But you could tell in this moment that he didn’t care.

“Yuu…” His eyes were so focused on you. His hands were right in front of him as he leaned to you, awaiting for your answer. “I love you, Yuu.”

You could see the sparkle in his eyes. The smile become bigger on his face. But when he didn’t see you smile, he understood. There was fear in your heart.

“Yuu, I love you. But it broke my heart. Not just the break up, but the fighting. The fact that none of it was getting better. I wanted it to get better and I kept trying. But no matter what I said it was no use. We just continued to fight and fight and fight. How can you prevent that if we got back together?” you asked, almost as if begging for the answer you’ve been wanting to hear. You fought from the tears falling, but you could feel your eyes glistening. You fought the lump in your throat, but as you spoke you could feel the struggle in your voice. This was heartbreaking. How could Nishinoya bring you to have so much hope, but there still be a chance to break you? That’s what that break up taught you.

“I know now. If you were to reject me, I still wouldn’t leave you to get hurt. If we were just friends, I’d make sure no one hurt you,” Nishinoya said calmly. You watched his eyes never falter. “I just want you to be happy. And if I make you happy, then have me, please. If you know for certain I wont make you happy anymore, I’ll still do my best to make sure you are happy. Because I love you, ____.”

There was no lie. Nishinoya could never tell a lie. Especially to you. He meant every word. What was this feeling?

You leaned against Nishinoya’s shoulder. He looked to you, a little confused. He could feel you getting comfortable. A smile grew on his face. He put his hand behind you head and held you to him, closer than ever.

“I love you, too” you replied with a sniffle.

From that day on, your favorite spot remained your favorite spot forever. It was where your first love evolved into something more beautiful. Each season was something new. But as the cherry blossoms danced with the wind, your love for Nishinoya engulfed your heart forever.


“Is Kageyama-kun okay?” Yachi asked Hinata concerned. Hinata finished wiping the sweat off his face with his towelette and looked over to Kageyama. Kageyama had the usual pout to his face but his aura was tense all around him. He was fidgety and continued to look to the gym door.

“Hm, maybe he has to poop,” Hinata said.

As if over hearing Hinata, Kageyama swiftly looked over to Hinata with a scowl. Yachi and Hinata both were stunned by the reaction immediately. “Dumb ass, get over! Practice the new quick!”

“Who are you calling dumb ass, Kageyama?!” Hinata said angrily. Hinata ran over to Kageyama and began throwing his fists in the air frustrated. Kageyama imitated him in the usual sort.

As Yachi watched the two troublemakers arue like usual, she couldn’t help but notice Kageyama still had the tense aura around him.

“Yachi was worried about you earlier,” Hinata said quickly. Kageyama looked to Hinata curiously.

“Mmm, why?” Kageyama asked as he thought to himself if he was different today.

“I don’t know, I guess she thought you were acting different. Anything up with you?” Hinata asked. Kageyama looked to Hinata normally, then suddenly turned a little down. Hinaya titled his head curiously. Kageyama could se from the corner of his eyes Hinata’s movements but he still couldnt look to Hinata seriously. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing,”

“What, did ____ break up with you?” Hinata asked with a snicker. But as Kageyama continued to put his things away, Hinata felt his worry emerge. “WAIT, DID SHE REALLY?!”

“STOP SHOUTING, DUMB ASS,” Kageyama yelled annoyed. Hinata backed away shocked to how Kageyama became louder than ever. Kageyama sighed deeply and returned to placing his things away in his bag. “We decided to break up.”

“Oh, why?” Hinata asked as he watched Kageyama stood with his bag on his shoulder.

“We just fought alot. It seemed right.” Kageyama replied flatly as he walked out the club room. Hinata followed after locking the door behind him.

“Mmm, so you’re not over her huh?”

“Huh?! Of course not! We just broke up!”

“Oh, I’ve never been in a relationship, so I wouldn’t know how those things work.”

“I guess. You haven’t even asked out Yachi yet.”

“Heh?! What’re you talking about?!”

“You’re really a moron.”

“At least I’m not stuck on my ex girlfried.”


“What?! You’re not!”

“Yeah, but! It’s complicated alright?!”

“If you still like her, why didn’t you just fix things instead of fighting more?”

“It wouldn’t stop. So we decided that for best.”

“Mmm, well obviously you still have feelings for her. You should at least try to fix your fights with her.”

Kageyama looked down to Hinata with an annoyed scowl.

How can he be right yet he can’t even figure out his feelings?

Hinata looked to Kageyama with a fighting scowl. But even as Kageyama argued with Hinata, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to you.

Kageyama walked home by himself, staring to your name in his phone. He had already accidentally bumped into a few children then scared them. But he couldn’t help it. Kageyama wanted to call you. He wanted to hear his voice. But he knew you wouldn’t answer. He knew you wouldn’t want to listen. Not after all the yelling he had done to you.

What had you two been fighting about? Kageyama pondered hard. He figured if he can figure out what he did wrong, he can fix the problem. As he pondered about you, he bumped into one more person. Kageyama took a step back and was about to yell thoughtlessly. But his conscious stopped him immediately.

“____?” Kageyama asked shocked. As you opened your eyes, Kageyama came into focus.

“Oh, Tobio!”

“So-Sorry! I didn’t see you,” Kageyama replied shocked. You could see the blush across his cheeks become pinker. A small smile came across your face.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t watching where I was going either. Ah, practice over?” you asked, noticing Kageyama’s sports bag. He nodded his head. You could tell he was stunned to see you. “Ah, well I should get going now. See you later!”

Kageyama could only see you wave with a smile. He reached out his hand to get your attention unintentionally. “Ah, ____!”

“Hm?” you questioned as you froze. Kageyama couldn’t look you in the eyes. You couldn’t help but give him a comforting smile. “Yeah?”

“I want to talk… About-”

“Tobio, its okay. We don’t have to,” you interrupted with a forced smile. You knew Kageyama just wanted to fix his mistakes. But you couldn’t handle it right now. You could barely handle seeing him right now.

“__-____, no, I need-”

“Tobio, I can’t. I can’t even… I just can’t,” you said with a broken smile now. And it broke Kageyama. He relaxed his body, refusing to reach out to you. Maybe Hinata was wrong. “Maybe next time, okay?”

“O-Okay…” Kageyama’s voice trailed off. His eyes fell to the floor, feeling empty.

You couldn’t greet him goodbye. Seeing him disappointed was worse then seeing him yell to you. For some reason. Maybe it was time healing your heart. And since you missed Kageyama, seeing him down was the new pain for you.

No that was a lie. It just added on. You were still hurt from the yelling. That’s why you couldn’t see him. You didn’t want to hear anymore of the yelling. You didn’t want to be yelled at. No matter if you yelled to him back, nothing felt stronger than Kageyama yelling. But seeing him hurt still pained you as well. You had to walk away now.

You turned yourself on the heels of your feet as Kageyama kept his eyes on the ground. This was the last chance he could with you. He knows you. He knows you won’t let “next time” happen for him to fix everything. As you walked away, he needed you to know now.

“I’m sorry!” Kageyama yelled out. You stopped in your steps and looked behind you. Kageyama was holding his stance, red across his cheeks. “I’m sorry, and I love you!”

“Tobio… We-”

“I’m sorry I let us break up! But I regret it! I miss you! I really miss you and can’t stand not being with you!”

“KAGEYAMA, YOU’RE DISRUPTING THE NEIGHBORS!!!” Ukai yelled angrily as he slammed the door open. Kageyama and you simultaneously looked to the angry Ukai frightened.

“I-I’m sorry, Coach!”

“We’re sorry, Coach Ukai,”

You both apologized and bowed simultaneously. Ukai relaxed his face and slowly closed the door. Hearing Kageyama and seeing you, he felt no need to say anything. He knew Kageyama, Ukai knew it’ll work out depending how hard he worked for you. Ukai knew Kageyama loved you deeply.

As you both raised your heads, you looked to each other. To Kageyama’s surprise, some tears were falling. “_-____! What’s wrong?!”

The tears even caught you off guard. You wiped them away and looked to him with a smile. “It’s nothing.”

“Tell me,” Kageyama insisted with a pout. Even when you two were broken up, he still cared about you deeply.


“____, please. I want you to at least answer my feelings. I’ve already messed up once. Let’s just do this. One last time,” Kageyama said with strong eyes. You couldn’t help but let one more tear fall. You couldn’t help but nod your head. Was there some hope? “I’ll walk you home… Since it’s a little late.”

“Okay,” you replied. You were still a little stunned by Kageyama’s yelling. It was different from when you two fought those last few days of your relationship. Hearing Kageyama say those things… It was nice.

Kageyama walked next to you, nervous. He had everything prepared in his mind. But as you two walked in silence, he felt his nerves get the best of him. Just then, a laugh escaped your lips. Kageyama looked to you, confused.

“You’re nervous now, huh?” you asked with a smile.

Kageyama looked to you with a scowl. “No…”

“You’re so funny Tobio,” you replied with a smile. It had been awhile since Kageyama saw your smile. It still captivated him.

Looking at your smile calmed his nerves. He loved that smile. It always was his favorite thing about you. “____.”


“I love you,” Kageyama said. He continued to look at his feet while you looked to him. This was still so different.

“You know, I still love you too. Its only been a week, and no matter how hard I try, you’re still here with me,” you replied nostalgic.

“But I’m sorry. I couldn’t end the fighting.”

“Neither could I, so you’re not the only one to blame. We both decided on the break up, remember?”

“I know. But I only agreed because it felt like we had no other options. But now. I just want to be with you.” Kageyama said while he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

All you could do was look to Kageyama. He was nervous and embarrassed. He was being different from the last few days of your relationship with him.

“If you don’t want to give me a chance, I understand. But… I miss you.” Kageyama said, finally looking to you. You stopped walking and looked to him. His eyes were so serious. He was serious about you two.

Kageyama and you were different. You didn’t need to yell to have your feelings out there. Kageyama could never figure out what he wanted to say. You thought, in the beginning of your relationship, that you could teach him your ways. But as you stood here with Kageyama, you realized his way isn’t wrong either.

Kageyama watched as you took his hand into yours. He felt your fingers intertwine with his. Kageyama’s eyes went from your hands to your eyes. And your smile. The smile he’ll get to see again. The smile he won’t let slip away this time. The smile he’ll always fight for.


“You can’t keep up the Mr. Nice Guy act, Sugawara,” Daichi said as he watched Sugawara wave goodbye to you. As you turned the corner, Sugawara looked to Daichi confused. A scowl was all Daichi could give Sugawara. “Talk to her.”

“Ah, about us? There’s no need to,” Sugawara said with a faint smile. Asahi and Daichi looked to each other with worry. “We decided to be friends, it’s okay.”

“You still love her,” Asahi said with a sad pout. Sugawara looked to both Daichi and Asahi with surprise then looked to the window a little sad himself.

“And she still loves me. But it’s not going to work out,” Sugawara said flatly.

“You guys have had enough space to get your mind cleared about the whole thing. Just talk to her.” Daichi said, determined. “You love her, she loves you. You guys will be okay.”

Sugawara looked to Daichi curiously. A laugh escaped his lips. Daichi and Asahi could only pout a little deeper. “You guy’s are great friends, you know that?”

“Oh, Koushi,” you said as you noticed Sugawara at your locker. “Are you okay?”

“Do you mind if we talk for a sec?” Sugawara asked with his usual smile. You couldn’t help but smile as well.

“Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

“Let’s go outside,” Sugawara said, using his thumb to point outside. You looked to him with a smirk.

“Are you trying to use me as an excuse to not go to practice?” you teased him with a smile. Sugawara laughed a little with you. You two had been acting fine. As if the fighting never happened. And it was a little nice. It continued to remind you about how things used to be with Sugawara. How easy it used to be.

“You caught me,” Sugawara replied dramatically.

You two walked together about class and your friends. Sugawara told you how practice had been going lately and all the games. Your laughs and comfortable talks were normal. At first you thought it was strange, since the two of you had just broken up. But it was a little nice. Being with Sugawara, as if nothing happened, it  brought back memories. Only it brought more memories you didn’t wish happened. You two acted as if all the fighting didn’t happen. Except it did. It continued to happen to the point both of you decided to be friends.

“Want to sit?” Sugawara said as he noticed the bench. Hearing Sugawara’s voice brought you back to the world. You nodded with a smile.

“So what did you want to talk about?” you asked curiously.

“Ah, this isn’t going to be easy. But the guy’s keep telling me to try,” Sugawara said with a nervous smile. He rubbed the back of his head before continuing. “I still love you.”

You looked to Sugawara surprised. You felt something tug at your heart. But there was nothing to be surprised about. There was nothing you were supposed to feel. You knew Sugawara wanted to talk about you two as soon as he asked to talk. You two broke up so there should be no feelings about what he has to say. Yet you did.

“And I know you still love me,” Sugawara said in a serious tone. You couldn’t say anything yet. You didn’t know what to say. “And in all honesty, its kind of hard for me right now to say anything I really want to say.”

“Me too,” you replied quietly. Your mind was racing. But you could only say what spurred out your mouth on its on. “Koushi, we broke up though. We couldn’t fix us then. That’s why we broke up.”

Sugawara leaned back against the bench and looked to the skies. “We don’t even know why we were fighting anymore.”


“But even when we decided to break up, I still loved you. I just thought… I just thought I kept hurting you. And I didn’t want that anymore. I wanted you to be happy. We were fighting so much, and I kept thinking I was the reason you weren’t happy anymore. That’s why I agreed to breaking up when we started talking about it.” Sugawara said in deep thought. You watched him look to the sky then to you. Awaiting a reply. You couldn’t meet his eyes. It was too much pressure.

“It wasn’t you making me unhappy… I’ve always been happy to see you. But we were fighting. And when we fought, I didn’t know what to do anymore. You wouldn’t look to me the same as before.”

“Because I felt guilty! But these last few days… I’ve learned a few. I’ve learned that I could have fixed my mistakes and stopped the fighting.” Sugawara looked to you, desperate. His feelings were taking over. You were taking his mind over, he only wanted you back.

“These last few days have made me realize the same thing. I’ve realized I still am happy with you. It was just fighting stopped us. Koushi, I know I still love you. It just hurt when we broke up. I could’t get my mind wrapped around everything. I was hurt.” you replied quickly. Your eyes couldn’t leave Sugawara’s. There was so much determination in his eyes.

“____, me too. But I’m sorry… I’m sorry I let things get to this point even though I still love you. I’m sorry I let things fall apart when I still want you. I’m sorry I let us pretend are feelings arent there when they are. ____, I love you.” Sugawara said with a smile. You couldn’t help but smile as well.

“Koushi, I love you. I love you too.” you replied relieved.

Sugawara took your face in your hands and brought your lips to his. It was the first kiss in weeks. It was the first smile you shared together in weeks. It was the first time you felt like everything was going to be okay again.

“What did we tell him?” Daichi asked with a snicker. Asahi looked to him with a proud smile.

“I’m proud of him!” Asahi said with a thumbs up.

“We’ll have to let him know at practice he’s going to run five laps for being late,” Daichi said with a proud smile. Asahi looked to Daichi worried now.

“Daichi… But we’re late too,”

“For a good reason,” Daichi replied with a smile. As Daichi walked towards the gym, Asahi watched him with a worried smile.

Asahi looked back to Sugawara and you make up and a bigger smile came across his face. Asahi always liked you two together.

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Peter Pan - Ashton Irwin (Disney!5sos)

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A/N: Guys this was the one that gave me the inspiration for the entire disney!5sos series ahh I’ve been looking forward to this one.

Character comparison ~ 
Peter Pan :: Ashton
Wendy :: [Y/N]
Lost boys :: Care kids
Captain Hook :: Mr Hook

Word Count - 2536


‘Neverland’ care home, the place at the center of endless rumors and gossip but also your new work place. Truth be told you probably made up most of the stories about the house, like how the kids don’t go to school and live like animals with no rules, or how the whole place isn’t actually a car home but instead a mental institution but none the less you’re not keen on working there. When you became a social worker you expected to be placed somewhere like Everbrook house or Appletree orphanage but nope you got given the home shrouded in mystery.

The day before your placement you were given a little information on the home, there are 6 kids, 3 boys and 3 girls, and the only worker there is a boy, only a little older than you, called Ashton. Anyone who’s been sent there has requested to be moved after a week due to the 'unorganized chaos’ in the place, you, on the other hand are determined to last.

You walk along the pavement and arrive at the gate in front of the large house, it clicks open and you walk into a gorgeous but jungle like front lawn. There’s a clear path up to the door which you follow and knock. You hear a lot of clicking and the door eventually creaks open and you see a small girl with a rabbit hat stood in front of you.

“Hi, I’m [Y/N] the new social worker, is there any adults here?” you ask but she just stares at me. “No? Where’s the guy in charge?”

She’s still silent until she suddenly turns her head and yells, “Ashton!”

“Oh right,” you say as she turns and runs off.

You step into the lobby and see a pair of twins with what looks to be raccoon hats on their heads rush past. Just then a tall boy with hair that looks like a mess of curls come out, Ashton.

“Hello,” he says.

“Hi, I’m [Y/N] the new social worker,” you say but he screws his face up at you.

“Just give me a second,” he excuses himself and you watch as he turns away, raises his hands to his mouth and makes a ca-cawing noise before yelling, “Games on pause until further notice”

That’s when a chubby boy with a bear hat gets out from the cupboard under the staircase.

“Game?” you question.

“Mass hide and seak, why did you say you were here?” he questions.

“I’m the new social worker the council have sent,” you answer.

“Ok right, well thanks but we don’t need anyone else we’re getting on just fine here on our own,” he says.

“Well you don’t really get a choice in that, I’m here whether you like it or not,” you state.

He sighs, “Fine, come this way”

He leads me to a room that used to be marked office but now says den.

Inside there are piles of unopened letters, paperwork and such which makes me almost stop dead in my tracks but he makes me take a seat on a beanbag.

“Right I need to run you through the rules of this place,” he says.

“I was under the impression there weren’t any,” you laugh but he isn’t amused.

“No we take our rules seriously, there is to be no bullying, serious violence and whatever they say goes to an extent, they are to always be having fun and they’re never to grow up, adults aren’t allowed around here which is why nibs wouldn’t talk to you”


“I’m the leader around here. Do you have any questions?" 

"No, but can I meet the kids?” you ask.

He nods swiftly and exits ca-cawing again the hallway. There’s the sound of 6 sets of feet and they all gather in the lounge where you follow.

“Meet…” Ashton begins but stops. “What was your name again?”


“Meet [Y/N], and [Y/N] meet Slightly, Cubby, the Twins, Nibs and Tootles,” he introduces.

You furrow your brow and reach into your bag to pull out a sheet of paper, “So it’s Emma, James, Eddie and Angela, Jessie and Albie?”

They all have blank faces until Ashton says, “We don’t use those names”

“Oh, okay well I will do all I can to get you out of this place with parents,” you say.

“But we don’t want to leave,” Cubby says.

“Why not, don’t you want a mum and dad?”

“Ashton’s our dad,” Nibs squeaks.

“And you’re our new mum,” the twins say.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you say but they don’t seem to note your addition.

Seeming to like this idea, Ashton says, “All for [Y/N] being our new mother say 'aye’”

“Aye!” they chorus.

Ashton’s even more of a kid than the kids themselves.

It becomes evident over the following day or so that there is no order in this house, you are required to remain at the house so you get to see the daily schedule for them. They wake up when they want, apparently school is optional though encouraged, currently it’s summer so they have nothing to worry about. Breakfast could be anything from pancakes to cereal but after that the kids are allowed to roam free, the kitchen remains stocked and they are allowed to eat what they want, when they want and dinners are usually microwave meals or take out. The house is always noisy but, most worrying to me, none of the paperwork gets done, so that’s where I decide to start.

“Keep the kids busy and out of my way and I’ll stay in the offi- den doing the paperwork, maybe I can make a dent in that mess,” you say.

Ashton agrees and you start on your work.

This isn’t want you planned for when you became a social worker, you wanted to be hands on and make a difference, not end up stick with all the paperwork. To your surprise you get about half done and call it a day, only 6pm, so you go to find Ashton.

“What’s for dinner?” you question.

“Isn’t that the mother’s job?" 

"Sexism, okay, what would you plan on serving for dinner?” you rephrase.

“It’s monday, so pizza,” he says.

“Okay, homemade pizza it is”

You know he’d have ordered pizza but you know how to make pizza so you can at least give them something home made.

“Dinner,” you call once it’s done.

No response, then you remember what Ashton had done, so you attempt the ca-cawing noise and they come running. They tuck in like they haven’t seen food in weeks, it’s ridiculous, even Ashton does.

Days pass and you finish the paperwork and manage to spend a little more time with Ashton watching how he deals with the kids; if they have problems he’s the first one they run to, if they want something he is the one they ask for permission and if there are any disputes they are settled by him. Despite his total lack of organisation he is really good with the kids.

“Want to play?” he asks all of a sudden making you jump

You didn’t think he’d noticed your presence behind him but he obviously had, the 6 sets of eyes in the circle of kids turn to you.

“What are you playing?” you question, feeling 10 years younger hearing the words leave your lips.

“Hide and seek, Cubby’s seeking first,” Ashton says.

“Why does Cubby always have to seek?” Cubby says, speaking in third person.

You agree but as you set off to hide Ashton grabs your hand.

“I know the best hiding spot,” he says.

“Aren’t we meant to hide separately?” you question as he pulls you along.

“We’re parents we have to work as a team,” he says.

You follow him through the house and eventually up to the attic.

“The kids are scared of the attic,” he says.

“Why don’t the kids use their real names?” you ask.

“It reminds us that the people who gave them those names are gone,” he says.

“Tell me something about the kids,” you say.

“Well, Slightly is my second in command, I’d trust her with my life, Cubby is helpless, the twins are are inseparable, Nibs is a little angel and Tootles goes days sometimes months without speaking,” Ashton says, obviously trying not to end up rambling.

You can tell just from the way his eyes light up how much he loves these kids and it fulls you with a sense of privilege to be a part of this odd little family. 

You’d be lying if you said that over the course of about a week you didn’t form a fairly strong crush on Ashton and you were lead to believe he felt the same bit everything went wrong with a single phone call.

“Hello?” you answer.

“Hi, is that Neverland house?" the person says.

"Yes, how can I help?” you question.

“This is Croc agencies, we have run a search and come up with a possible foster match for Emma Fox who I believe is in your care." the person continues.

"Emma Fox? Oh, slightly! You found her a match?" 

"Yes Mr and Mrs Simpson, we were wondering if we could email you the details and run the idea by her," they say.

"Yeah I will totally ask her about it,” you say. “Thank you for calling”

As soon as you hang up you go and find Ashton.

“Ash, you’ll never guess what, just happened,” you exclaim.

“What?” he smiles at your excitement.

“Someone found a match for Slightly, she could be getting fostered,” you keep the same tone.

“That’s great, but no,” Ashton’s face falls.

“Why? I know you’ve got this attachment to her but this is her chance to have a normal life,” you try to persuade.

“What makes you think she wants that, I’ve promised these kids I’ll never force them to grow up, I’ll never leave them,” he says.

“Ashton I know you think you’re doing the best for them but you can’t keep them here for ever, they’re going to have to leave at some point,” you tell him, trying not to get angry at him.

“I can and I will! I run this place and the kids like it here, they’re never going to leave me and if you don’t like it you can leave!”

His final out burst makes your blood boil so you scream, “I will!”

And you leave without any of your stuff. Out of anger with Ashton you get an idea, it may be slightly extreme but you feel you have no other choice, so you contact the people at Croc agencies.

Back at the home Ashton is sat thinking things over in the lounge, he does really like you, and I mean really like you but he feels like if anything starts anything with you’ll he’d be abandoning the kids, and as you saw from his refusal to let Slightly go, he’s pretty attached to them. He does feel really bad for yelling at you, though.

“Ash?” the twins poke their heads around the door.

He smiles at them, “Come on in”

“Where did [Y/N] go? She was our new mum,” they say walking in followed by Nibs.

“I yelled at her and she left,” he tells them.

“But we liked her,” Nibs says. “We thought you’d get together”

“I couldn’t do that to you guys, that’s a grown up thing,” he says.

“But we all want you together,” the twins say.

“You did?”

You come back to the house to gather your things but as soon as you see Ashton talking to Nibs and the twins you have to stop, so you take a seat on the stairs. That’s when tootles comes up beside you.

“Hey Tootles, hows it going bud?” you say but he just smiles at you. “Still not talking? Well that’s probably good since ’m leaving and I don’t want you to start trying to persuade me to stay. Ashton doesn’t want me here and I’ve done something pretty bad, I just don’t think this place is good for you guys in the long term. So this’ll be goodbye”

“But you make this place better,” Tootles suddenly says, taking you by surprise.

“Hey you talked,” you grin. “What do you mean by that?”

“You and Ash are the closes to parents we have, you’re a great team,” he says.

You smile, “You know you might have just persuaded me to stay,” but then you realize you’ve made a big mistake. “And in that case I need to talk to Ashton”

You stand and got to get him, “Uh, Ash can I talk to you?”

“Oh of course, you guys don’t mind giving us a little space,” he shoos the three kids and you let them out the door. “I thought you’d left for good”

“I was going to but I had a little conversation with Tootles and he got me to stay,” you say.

“Good,” he smiles. “What did you need to tell me?”

“Well, I’ve made a mistake, and you need to promise not to get angry, I was mad at you and I didn’t mean it,” you say.

“What did you do [Y/N]?” he’s very serious now.

“I may have reported you to Croc,” you say.

“You what? [Y/N] that could get us shut down!” he yells.

“I know and I’m sorry, but I think we can get this place looking enough like a care home before they send a representative,” you say.

“How long have we got?”

“A week”

His eyes widen, “Well we’d better get to work”

You formulate a plan, you need to get them into a schedule with healthy meals and good bedtimes, you need to get them acting fairly normal and most importantly you need the place to look like any regular care home, easier said than done.

It takes a whole lot of effort but eventually you feel confident that you might pass the inspection and then the day of the inspection arrives and you gather the kids in the hall.

“Right, we need you to do one thing, we need you to go by your real names, only for today, so Slightly - Emma, Cubby - James, Twins - Eddie and Angela, Nibs - Jessie and Tootles - Albie, understand,” Ashton says and they all nod, “Okay scatter”

You answer the door when someone knocks, “Hello I’m Mr Hook from Croc”

“Nice to meet you I’m [Y/N],” you introduce yourself.

“I have to say I was happy when you complained, I’ve been trying to get this place shut down for ages, the agency said if I’m wrong one more time they’ll fire me”

“Well, I may have been wrong with my complaint,” you say.

“Well we’ll see about that”

You and Ashton are nervous the whole way through the inspection and at one point you’re breathing so heavily that Ashton has to take your hand to calm you down.

Mr Hook leaves without saying anything which you take as a good thing and even better a week later you hear he’s been fired, I guess you guys succeeded.



anonymous asked:

I'm so confused--I haven't been in HP fandom since LJ was a happening place, but back then, everyone LOVED Snape. I don't remember anyone criticizing him--if anything, a lot of people went the opposite direction and smoothed over his faults. But now I'm seeing all this vitriolic Snape hate on my dash, combined with glowing Marauder nostalgia. When did this happen? Why? Was there some kind of precipitating event, or is it because Snape is mean to kids (a capital crime on tumblr apparently)?

This is really difficult to answer, because it’s hard to know what’s going through someone else’s head - and what might be true for one person who hates Snape might not be true for another.

As a general rule, the Snape hate I seem to stumble across seems to focus very much on his role as a teacher.  There was a discussion last week about how teaching has changed from the 70s (JK’s and the Marauders’/Snape’s era), the 80s/90s (Harry’s era) and the present day, and I think that might have some relevancy.

After all, whilst I acknowledge that some of Snape’s classroom behaviour is distasteful, it is not utterly horrific to me.  Perhaps, to modern eyes, his behaviour is deemed beyond abhorrent, and prevents modern readers from forgiving him later in the text.

Or maybe, because I read the books in my teens, the idea of a ‘scary teacher’ was pretty irrelevant to me.  If you read them at 7, I can understand why you’d be terrified and really hate him.  And then, no matter when you read the later books, if you’ve spent years really hating him, is there any road back from that?

Generally, people don’t like to be wrong - so if you’ve staked a claim, are you going to back down afterwards?  I don’t know.  And that’s the other major point in this - Snape’s role is intended to be a shocking twist.  You have to be open to the idea that you might have been incorrect about him for a very long period of time.

I think, for a lot of Snape fans, they didn’t outright hate him in those early books, and suspected more was at play.  They might have been shocked at the HBP/Dumbledore twist, but the feeling at Prince’s Tale seems to have been relief that Snape was on Harry’s side after all, and they were mostly right.

But if you’ve hated him for 6 books, and then you despise him for murdering Dumbledore…is one chapter right near the end of the series enough for you to change your mind?  Is it enough to erase years of hatred?  It seems not.

The other point you raise is perhaps important.  I wasn’t involved at all in Harry Potter fandom at the time you’re talking about.  Maybe if there was a huge online presence that was glossing over Snape’s faults, perhaps that’s why some people rallied against him so strongly in other corners of fandom?

It’s something we see in a microcosm on Tumblr.  People end up polarised in their views, when they started off as nuanced - but faced with overwhelming hatred, they spin the other way (and the vice versa).  

As for the Marauders…I don’t know.  I totally understand that up until Order of the Phoenix, the idea of finding out more about James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Lily etc was really fascinating.  Harry’s a great guy with a good group of friends, and the idea of seeing his parents in the same role was quite appealing - especially as they’d created the map, and became animagi, and one of them betrayed them to become a Death Eater.

But for me, once the reality that the Marauders vs Snape situation was not a Draco vs Harry situation as you’re first led to believe, that became something I was not at all interested in.  I don’t want to read about James as a teen now that I’ve seen Snape’s Worst Memory.

…but if you’ve already jumped online and made headcanons and blogs and stories and artwork and all manner of other things…then are you going to let Snape’s story get in the way of that?

Or is it merely going to make you double down on your hatred of Snape?  That’s what seems to have happened - but as I say, it’s only my perspective from what I see posted.  To me, canon very clearly shows that Snape was redeemed and forgiven - so the fact that so many people rally against it…it’s almost illogical to me.

Stephen Amell on WWE Raw and the ridiculous conversation with my husband that followed as a result

Husband is headed to bed as I’m headed downstairs.

Husband: What are you doing?

Me: Going to watch more Arrow.

Husband: Thought you’d be going to bed.

Me: Well that’s just silly.

Husband: No blogging?

Me: Eh. 

Husband: Why not? Quiet night?

Me: Actually, yeah. Sort of. Not really. I don’t know. There was a thing. It wasn’t…I was out of my element…the thing happening tonight.

Husband: Were any of those words English?

Me: Stephen (I call him Stephen because in my mind we’re buds) was on WWE Raw tonight. My dash was filled with it. Since that was all that was going on I thought I’d catch up on my Arrow rewatch.

Husband: (excitedly) Wait. WHAT? What do you mean that’s all that was going on? Stephen Amell was on WWE RAW?

Me: (shrugs nonchalantly) Yeah.

Husband: (even more excited) HOW? With who?

Me: I don’t know.

Husband: Jennifer (yeah, he Jennifer’d me) I watch RAW. 

Me: (stare at him blankly) Yeah. I know.

Husband: (now he’s getting annoyed) So tell me what happened! 

Me: Have you met me? What in holy Zeus do I know about your wrestling show?

Husband: (rolls eyes) At least tell me how he ended up on the damn show!!

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