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ineptshieldmaid  asked:

Sam I have an important Chicago question: just north of the DuSable bridge there is a statue of what looks like Abe Lincoln excitedly taking a man in a knitted sweater on a first date. I only saw it from a bus, so didn't get either a photo or an explanation. Can you explain this phenomenon? Are Abe and Sweater Man happy???

*head in hands* FUCKING SEWARD JOHNSON

You have triggered the rage within me, so now you will ALL be treated to an outside-the-readmore screed about SEWARD GODDAMN JOHNSON. 

I don’t normally attack artists because a) it scares my friends who are artists (I love you all, you are beautiful, don’t be afraid) and b) honestly most artists don’t deserve the level of vitriol I’m about to employ. I want you all to remember that the seething hatred I feel for Seward Johnson is driven in large part by class consciousness. 

But not entirely. So let’s begin. 

First what you have to know is that Seward Johnson is a “sculptor”. If you google “seward johnson sculpture” you’ll get an idea of his work, most of which is terrible. I feel okay calling his work terrible because he is also the scion of the family that founded SC Johnson Johnson & Johnson (my bad), so he has all the money he needs and could step back, do his art for funsies, and let people with actual talent or two original thoughts in their heads exhibit their art, but he doesn’t, he forces his terrible art on all of us. 

The reason I harbor such animosity towards Seward Johnson is that he has been exhibiting on Pioneer Plaza (that area north of the DuSable Bridge) for almost a decade now, and when I worked in the north loop I had to walk past his art every day. It was bad enough when the sculpture was American Gothic, rendered without talent or meaning into three dimensions and provided with luggage. 

How very fucking dare you, you talentless hack

These things are sculpted out of what amounts basically to styrofoam painted in rubberized/weatherized paint, so they are fragile, and tourists were constantly climbing on Farmer’s shoes and falling into them when they found out it wasn’t the cheap but supple fiberglass you would expect of a tacky monstrosity more suited to a roadside motel than the business district of a major metropolitan city. (I would imagine this is why Abraham Lincoln And The Mayonnaise Sandwich has a little fence around it.) 

But American Gothic Motel Attraction was mostly just annoying because it was meaningless, derivative, and CONSTANTLY covered in gawkers getting in everyone’s way. 

Additionally, Seward Johnson’s sculptures on the Plaza are very popular photo spots for tourists, who carry lots of cash and are constantly distracted, which means beginning with The Assault On American Gothic it became a very popular spot for pickpockets. Which means members of our staff, who had nothing to do with this mess, got pickpocketed as collateral damage about once a week during the exhibition of…. 

Forever Marilyn.

SEWARD JOHNSON GO FUCK YOURSELF

This is a very famous image of Marilyn Monroe which is horrifying for the following reasons that Seward Johnson appears not to have understood nor cared about:

a) The day this was shot, on an open set with people leering at her all day, her husband, professional athlete and dirtbag Joe DiMaggio, found out about the filming. Rather than comfort his wife, who had been through some shit already that day, he became angry she’d been showing her panties in public and beat her so badly the neighbors called the police on him. Joe DiMaggio also go fuck yourself. 

b) IT’S IN A MOVIE INFAMOUSLY SET IN NEW YORK. To quote a local newspaper, “Did Chicago lose a bet?”

c) Yes, you can look up and see her panties. While this is juvenile, it’s not nearly as juvenile as the literally thousand of photographs I angrily photobombed of some douchebro from Fuckville Middle America in a backwards baseball cap standing between her legs with his face tilted upwards and his tongue out. 

Oh and btw before it was unveiled it looked like this: 

For literal days, before it was installed, she had a bag over her head. (For more on this, though the pictures are now missing, you can read my reaction post here.)

In any just world, there would be a trap door between her legs and everyone who tried to do the upskirt shot would fall into a pit where they would be forced to give five dollars to women’s shelters before they were allowed to leave. THAT would have been interesting art. 

Sidebar, both as contrast and because I love it: Marilyn left a few years ago and was briefly replaced by a refreshing and beautiful piece called The Watch, by Hebru Brantley. The Watch was playful and interesting and didn’t have a single upskirt. Hebru Brantley is a wonderful artist in his own right, but he was also a welcome breath of fresh air after Johnson’s mediocre tribute to sexual assault. 

The Watch was a temporary installation, however, and eventually along came Abraham Lincoln Approves Of White Men

It is an unfortunate coincidence that Confused Closeted Republican there is wearing khakis and a white shirt, the new uniform of the alt right, and it’s also coincidence that this is facing Trump Tower, but it’s not exactly helping Seward Johnson’s cause that he chose the blandest outfit possible for Paean To Confused White Bread. The sculpture is meant to be Lincoln, the darling of Illinois, welcoming a visitor to our fair city, but it sure does look like fresh meat is about to get a free trip to Boys Town with the Sixteenth President of the United States. 

This is what I mean when I say Seward Johnson lacks not only skill but also understanding: he clearly didn’t know that Lincoln’s sexuality is under enough debate to have its own wikipedia page, and he either didn’t know or didn’t care that Marilyn Monroe was nearly killed by her husband for shooting that scene. All he cares about is image and he’s bad at reproducing image. That is not a well-executed rendering of how human beings are, and dynamically speaking it’s boring. If he were good at visuals or if he had something meaningful to say I would be less angry, but he is mediocre at best and the statements his sculptures make are banal pap if they make any at all. 

But he is rich, and I guess either he likes Chicago or he’s got blackmail on Sam Zell, owner of Pioneer Plaza, so he gets to spatter his hideous, meaningless masturbation in my city. And lest you think Seward Johnson got here on his own merits, Forever Marilyn, now on tour from coast to coast, is owned by The Sculpture Foundation, which is heavily subsidized by Seward Johnson. He basically founded a nonprofit to ensure his work gets toured around and publicized and to ensure that if no museum wants it, it has a place to go to die (Palm Springs, CA). 

In short, I hope Abe and Sweater Man are happy, because at least then something good has come out of Seward Johnson’s astounding mediocrity. That said, if you are passing his latest work, spit on it for me. As performance art.

anonymous asked:

Hey!! I really like your blog!! I was thinking of a request where maybe rfa and mc share a first kiss (or do it for the first time lol) and they didn't know it was mc's very first kiss until they realized how shy mc was after xxx and just their reactions to being mc's first you know... thx!! Xxxxxxxx

this is really cute haha but since i’ve been working on alot of slighty nsfw’s lately, i’d probably want to take a break lol hope you enjoy this! i added saeran bby because i love him

this doesnt follow the canon plot 


YOOSUNG:

  • MC was helping Yoosung out in his intership being a vet
  • So they were playing around with the animals
  • Yoosung noticed how cute MC was playing with them and was imagining how good of a mother she would be to their children
  • That thought brought a small blush to his face 
  • calm down boy you guys havent even had your kiss yet
  • But he really couldn’t help himself as he strode over to MC
  • He grabbed the kitten out of her grasp as he placed his hands on either side of her, trapping her between his body and the table
  • MC squeaked and her heart started racing and as Yoosung’s face leaned closer to her
  • She tightly closed her eyes as Yoosung gave a feather light kiss on her lips
  • After he pulled away, he was surprised by MC’s shy face
  • “M-MC? are you okay?” 
  • She was red all over and was gaping like a fish out of water
  • “Um.. MC?”
  • “That was… my first kiss”
  • How can this beautiful girl not have had her first kiss yet? 
  • Yoosung was surprised but laughed as he hugged her and whispered “Cute” 

ZEN:

  • They were cooking together when it happened
  • He was really hungry and thought it would be te perfect opportunity for both him and MC to bond
  • He loves MC to pieces but it makes him slightly upset that they haven’t shared their kiss yet
  • Is it because of his breath? Did he smell of cigarettes? 
  • He was anxious MC didn’t want him anymore and so he hoped to bond with her more to find out why
  • They were actually baking cupcakes and were having a good time
  • She looked really bright and Zen just kind of stumbled in his steps a bit
  • Seeing her laughing face made his heart jump out of his chest and he just couldn’t resist
  • When he started leaning in, MC panicked and placed frosting all over his face
  • Uh oh
  • “Why you little”
  • So he chased her around and finally landed some cream on her face
  • “Zen! now we gotta clean up”
  • “I’ll start with you then”
  • He grabbed her face and kissed her hard, making sure to lick every icing left on her lips
  • MC looked like her soul left her body as she knelt down and clutched her head in embarassment
  • Zen panicked and started apologizing, promised to clean the whole place up for her to forgive him
  • When he was about to leave, MC grabbed his hand and looked at him with the reddest face he’s ever seen
  • “S-sorry it’s j-just, that was m-my first kiss”
  • Zen sighed in relief and clutched her hand, kissing it and telling her how adorable she was

JUMIN

  • Pretend MC is staying in his apartment but the whole sarah choi situation never happened
  • With the hacker on the loose, there was no way Jumin’s letting MC out of his sight. 
  • She would patiently stay there wating, eager for Jumin to come back from work
  • He loved the idea of having someone to come back to. She felt like home and he loved her so much he can’t wait to tell her
  • The way she cares for the people around her, the way she cares for him. Her scent as she sits beside him is all so intoxicating
  • But he was stumped
  • Some of the departments in his company were failing and his father had yet to show him his new girlfriend
  • Yet coming home that day felt like air was being breathed into his lungs again
  • As soon as he saw her, he pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her body, letting himself bask in the comfort her touch held
  • “Jumin, what’s wrong?” She quietly asked
  • When he pulled back, MC saw the depair in his eyes that her heart twisted at the sight
  • “I had a rough day” He looked at the ground
  • MC placed her hands on his cheeks as she made him look at her
  • “Whatever you need, I will always be there okay? You can tell me anything because I care about you”
  • Jumin felt his heart swell at her words as he placed one hand at the back of her neck and kissed her
  • MC clutched at his shirt as he slightly pushed him away
  • “What’s wrong, my love?”
  • MC was blushing and was not able to utter any word out 
  • Finally, coming out of her shock she muttered
  • “T-that was my first kiss”

JAEHEE:

  • It was MC and Jaehee’s movie date night
  • But of course it consisted of Zen’s musicals
  • MC was never that much of a huge fan compared to Jaehee
  • But she endures it for her
  • They were laughing, having a good time
  • And were drinking coffee
  • Jaehee suddenly laughed and MC was confused
  • She explained MC had a coffee mustache and thought it was adorable
  • MC didn’t mind as she started talking in weird acccents 
  • “Aye matey this pirate’s got me a beard finally”
  • “MC that’s a mustache”
  • “Aye alas this pirate’s got no intelligence”
  • They kept laughing until suddenly Jaehee pecked her on the lips
  • “Sorry, I couldn’t reisist” She said shyly
  • If Jaehee was already shy then MC was alot worse
  • She looked like a tomato who started stuttering, burying her face in her hands
  • She explained how it was her first kiss and Jaehee felt really proud to be her first

SEVEN:

  • Seven was slaving away in his work per usual
  • MC was actually getting him some food because she felt bad for him to be restlessly working again
  • But she knows her boundaries and knows when Seven really needed to focus or not
  • She was his girlfriend afterall
  • Ah girlfriend
  • The word she’d always wanted to be
  • Being with him truly makes her happy and she’d do anything for his happiness in return
  • She strode over to him and gently wrapped her arms around his neck, careful as to not distract him too much
  • She placed her face near the sides as Seven shivered at the air being blown
  • His breath hitched as his typing momentarily stopped
  • “What are you doing?” He almost breathlessly whispered
  • “Nothing much”
  • Gathering all of her courage, she was about to place a quick peck on his cheek when his head turned and her lips landed on his 
  • She yelped as he jumped a few fet away from him, a blushing stuttering mess
  • Seven turned his chair around to face her in bewilderment
  • “Okay so you can kiss my cheek but when you kiss me on the mouth you’re suddenly embarassed?”
  • MC’s face reddened even more
  • “T-That’s different!”
  • “And how so?”
  • “Because t-that was my first kiss” 
  • Seven let out a heartfelt laugh and pulled on her hand to make her sit on his lap
  • Clasping his hands around her hips he gave her another kiss while MC looked like she was about to die
  • “I’m glad, since I plan to take all of your firsts” Seven had a knowing look as MC was bleeding through her nose

SAERAN:

  • MC came to pick him up after his therapy session as they went straight to the bunker
  • In the car though, Saeran can’t help but feel like there’s a stone in his chest
  • It felt so heavy everytime he sees MC 
  • And every time they touch, it seemed as if his skin was burning
  • He was staring at her driving the whole time, tempted to place his hands over her on the stickshift
  • What the hell
  • He felt so soft and he hated it
  • When they got to Seven’s bunker and she kept asking how he was and if he was okay
  • Something in Saeran snapped
  • His heart was racing as he realized godamn he is inlove with this girl
  • So he kisses her hard
  • And he felt so satisfied and full, that he was too distracted to realize what state MC was in
  • He kept kissing her until her knees buckled and Saeran had to stop her from falling
  • “Shit MC are you okay” Great 2 minutes coming into terms with his feelings and the girl he loves probably hates him now
  • “I-I’ll be fine” She was hiding her face, resting it on his chest as she was clutching fistfuls of his shirt
  • “It-Its just that was my first kiss and I-I never expected it to b-be like that”
  • “God I’m so so sorry MC” He was stroking her hair trying to calm her down when she looked like she blew a fuse

cryptidxklance  asked:

fic idea: deaf keith but he hasn't told anybody about it because he didn't want anybody to think badly of him until he almost frEAKING KILLS EVERYPNE on a mission because he didn't hear something and he has to tell everybody. and lance is like???? what the fuck is wrong with you I'd still love you no matter what and he accidentally admits his feelings

YES!!!! Okay, here we go! I hope you like it!!
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Keith liked silence. He had to. All his life, he has only heard silence. Because that’s all he can hear. Keith was born into silence, never hearing the wind rustle through the leaves or the voices that would try to talk to him. People had always felt sorry for him and he hated it. He wasn’t weak, he just couldn’t hear. But whenever he would tell someone he was deaf, they would automatically take pity on him and give him the you’re-like-a-puppy-that’s-been-abandoned look. So that why he stopped telling people. He stuck to himself to avoid unneeded conversations, ditched the sign language (unless it was an emergency, studied how to effectively read people’s lips, and he put himself through years of speech therapy. He could fly under the radar and pass as the normal mysterious kid. Of course this caused some issues for Keith, but he got over them easily. It never put his life in danger. That was until he became a defender of the universe.
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“KEITH! KEITH LAND RED, ARE YOU NOT LISTENING?!” Lance screamed. But of course, Keith didn’t hear him. Red was currently down and Keith was flying it all manually. This wouldn’t have been a big deal, but Red had become Keith’s ears. Whenever the team would talk, Red could send the conversation right to Keith’s brain and Keith could hear what they were saying. He cried the first time it happened. But now, Red wasn’t here. So Keith didn’t hear the shouts of his team; he kept on fighting. A Galra fleet had appeared out of nowhere, and the team had only a few mere seconds to respond. So here they are now. The other Paladins heard the orders from Allura to fall back because she was preparing a wormhole. The only problem was that Red was already down at that time, so Keith didn’t hear her. While the others fell back, Keith was still fighting, so all the attention from the fleet turned to him. Keith was going down fast. “Lance, why won’t Keith respond?” Shiro shouted. “I don’t know, but I’m going to get him!” Lance sped off with Blue toward Keith and Red. Lance flew straight into Keith, knocking both their Lions toward the castle. “Lance, what the quiznak are you doing?!” “Oh so your comma DO work! Why have you’ve been ignoring us?? Did you always have to save the day?!” Lance was answered with silence. “Ugh, you’re insufferable!!” Lance continued to push them until they were both in the hangar where the others joined them. As soon as they landed, Lance’s stormed toward Keith, ripping his Blue helmet from his head. “Are you fucking crazy?! Did you not hear Allura or any of our shouts?! You could’ve gotten us all killed!” Lance shouted. Keith held up his hands. “I didn’t mean-I just couldn’t-” “Couldn’t what Keith?!” “I COULDN’T HEAR!” Lance stumbled back. “What? But your comms. They were fully functional.” Keith eyes fell to the ground. “That doesn’t matter. Without Red, I-I can’t hear anything.” The team looked at him in shock. Shiro stepped forward. “Keith…are you..” Keith suddenly looked up, tears filling his eyes and fists clenched. “Deaf? So what if I am?! Just because I can’t hear, doesn’t mean I’m weak!” Tears began to spill from his eyes. “I’m not some weak defenseless kid who needs your pity.” Lance chuckled and shook his head. He took a few steps toward Keith, gently tapping him on his cheek. Keith looked at him. “What do you want Lance?” Lance smirked and he swiftly signed “Nobody thinks you’re weak, dummy.” Keith gaped at him and his hands. Lance suddenly flushed as he hands continued to sign. “You scared me. I care about you, and if something happened to you, I don’t know what I would do.” Keith stared at him with wide eyes, face the same color as his Lion’s. Lance rubbed the back of his neck and began to ramble “Uh, one of my cousins is deaf, so I learned sign language so I could carry on a conversation with her. Keith, if you want, I can do the same thing with you so you don’t have to always talk! I can study more on sign language, since I haven’t done it in a while. Maybe you could even teach me-mmph!” Keith lips were suddenly on Lance’s. Lance could feel Keith smile, and couldn’t help but smile as well. “Oohhh, love on the battlefield!” Pidge teased. Lance and Keith pulled away as the others laughed. Lance laced his fingers through Keith’s. “Come on guys. Let’s get something to eat.”

anonymous asked:

I love your stories! Can you maybe write one of the chocobros initially hating their s/o and slowly realizing they were stupidly in love but didn't know how to express it correctly?? (I'm sorry if it's confusing)

OMG thank you! These types are always cute, I hope I did enough variety for you!  (I also have no idea how they got so long)

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Noctis

“Oh hell no.” Noctis groaned, as they entered Hammerhead, seeing the woman standing beside Cindy. “Ignis keep going.”

“Noctis, we need to fix the Regalia.”

“We’ll walk.”

“Noct you’re being ridiculous.”

“We don’t need to go here, we can just push it until we get to the next mechanic.”

“Dude, that’s like another 20 miles.” Prompto whined.

“Don’t care, I’ll push it there by myself.”

Ignis sighed, putting on the parking brake, as the young Prince attempted to keep pushing the car forward. Only to give up and hide behind the door, as the two women approached the car.

“Oh so that’s the reason.” Gladiolus chuckled.

“Was starting to worry something happen to you boys.” You smiled.

“Uh, which one of ya’ll the Prince?” Cindy inquired.

Ignis groaned, as he looked down, “Noctis, get up.”

Noctis moaned as he stood up, his eyes ignoring you standing beside Cindy, “Hey.”

You smiled stepping toward Ignis, and Gladiolus, “Oh you must be Prompto, nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You called to the blonde a smile on your face.

“Yeah, nice, nice to meet you too.” Prompto waved nervously as Noctis rolled his eyes.

“I’ll take care of everything with Cindy, you boys can go rest your legs, that must have been a long walk.” You smiled heading back into the garage.

“Y/N hasn’t changed a bit.” Gladiolus chuckled.

Noctis groaned as he stalked off, “You say that, like it’s a good thing.”

Prompto moved beside Ignis, “What’s with him?”

Ignis chuckled, “A very old story.”

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anonymous asked:

After reading Just Hold On I was wondering what your thoughts are on Victor never calling Yuuri after the banquet in canon? If it was reversed like in your fic I would understand it since Yuuri is so insecure and harsh on himself but there wasn't really a reason for Victor not to call Yuuri again? Do you think he was scared of rejection? Do you think he assumed Yuuri didn't want him, hence making the Eros routine about the seducer throwing his lover away after a one night stand?

Hi, Nonny, I seriously doubt you wanted a whole character/motivation analysis in response to this question, but… I’m a perfectionist and obsessed with YOI, so here you go. Also, thanks so much for reading and enjoying my fic.

Upon initial viewing of YOI, I definitely thought the banquet reveal was cool as a narrative twist, but also somewhat unrealistic. You’re telling me Viktor Nikiforov, international superstar and sap, didn’t have the resources or motivation to find Katsuki Yuuri and confess his undying love?

WHOO BOY, here we go. I think Viktor not contacting Yuuri after the banquet is actually justified, which I’ll summarize:

1. Viktor is a romantic optimist

2. Both Viktor and Yuuri view themselves as ‘the pursued’ and not ‘the pursuer’ in the Eros story

3. Rejection is possibly the most immense vulnerability Viktor has

1.      Viktor is a romantic optimist

This has been heavily discussed on Tumblr, but I’m going to throw in my two cents. Let’s discuss Eros and Agape: Viktor’s two possible programs for the next season. Assuming these are about Yuuri, I’m going to propose a weird idea that this means Viktor has prepared two plans: one for if Yuuri contacts him before next season, and one for if he doesn’t.

Plan A, Agape: Yuuri contacts Viktor. Viktor skates to a program about unconditional love. In the show they talk about Agape like it’s about someone who ‘doesn’t know what love is yet.’ The someone is Viktor, and I could easily see this as his program for a season where he’s just started to experience Life and Love in a relationship with Yuuri.

Plan B, Eros: Yuuri doesn’t contact Viktor. Viktor skates to a program that seduces the entire world’s pants off. He would’ve dominated every competition, and won a mountain of gold medals; basically, he’d seduce Yuuri until the other man came back.

Note that there are only two plans here: start to experience unconditional love with Yuuri, or seduce the crap out of him until returns to Viktor. There is no third plan titled ‘Viktor Nikiforov Moves On.’ It’s get Katsuki Yuuri or bust, because Viktor is a romantic optimist.

Naturally, Yuuri throws a surprise wrench in all of Viktor’s plans by not making it to Worlds and breaking it off with Celestino, and then moving back to Hasetsu. Suddenly, Yuuri’s not his competitor; he needs a coach, just like he told Viktor in Sochi.

Even if you don’t agree with my particular strange interpretation, we know that Viktor is a romantic optimist because he fell in love with a drunkard over the course of a night and proceeded to move his entire life halfway across the world for him. All Yuuri had to do was make a romantic gesture with that viral video, from Viktor’s POV, and Viktor shoved his apartment into boxes and left Russia so fast Yakov got whiplash from watching him go.

Viktor wants that love story, but he approaches it in a roundabout way. Viktor is probably a tiny bit socially inept (again, there’s a lot of Tumblr discourse on this so I’m not going to go into it) from being a skating celebrity rather than an average human being, and he also loves grand gestures. Expressing his love through skating is THE WAY TO GO, right?? SURELY Yuuri will GET IT?

So why didn’t he just call Yuuri up, rather than waiting? What I wrote above probably contributed to his decision not to contact Yuuri, but the main reason he didn’t lies more in points two and three; I just had to establish Viktor as a romantic optimist.

2.      Both Viktor and Yuuri view themselves as ‘the pursued’ and not ‘the pursuer’ in the Eros story

Firstly, we can all appreciate that Viktuuri is a relationship which doesn’t rely on negative queer stereotypes of one person dominating the relationship, or on traditional gender roles. Viktor and Yuuri take the lead in different aspects of their relationship, and it’s incredibly healthy.

That being said, we all know that Yuuri views himself as the abandoned beautiful woman in the story of Eros… but we discover in episode 10 that Viktor also identifies that way. God, I love this show.

As far as Viktor knows, Yuuri is this unstoppable force who can royally screw up the GPF and then give Viktor the most magical, fun night the very next day. Yuuri is someone who blows Japanese nationals, loses his coach, and responds by virally owning the frickin program that holds the World Record in an extremely public and romantic display. Meanwhile, Yuuri thinks he’s an anxious, mediocre skater. In Yuuri’s head, he is the beautiful woman who initially rejects the playboy because she knows he’s going to leave her; in Viktor’s head Yuuri is the playboy who wrecks hearts and whole towns just by showing up.

Comparing their views is hilarious. Yuuri thinks Viktor is a playboy, untouchable and bound to leave him. Viktor thinks Yuuri is a playboy that’s already wooed and subsequently rejected him, which I’ll dive into in the next section. When Yuuri says he’s underconfident, that he can’t skate Eros, and panics at competitions, Viktor’s initial response is just ????????? But you are this whirlwind force of nature???? Everyone loves you????? How do I help you?????

Frankly, Viktor’s view of Yuuri doesn’t allow him to understand that this man, who seems so bold and capable of pursuing what he wants, is restricted both by his anxiety and also his lack of knowledge about the banquet. Yuuri isn’t calling Viktor? Well, Viktor’s easy to find—he’s a major presence. If Yuuri wanted him, he’d come and get him, and that’s Viktor initial conceptualization of the situation. Yuuri’s not pursuing Viktor, so he must not want him.

Another recent discourse on Tumblr I’ve seen is the idea that it’s Yuuri’s fantasy to be pursued. He wants to be attractive and irresistible and catch Viktor’s attention; of course, he simultaneously thinks he’s too average to ever do so. Yuuri thinks he’s been chasing Viktor his whole life and will never catch up; he wants to be the one chased in the end. On the flip side, Viktor is the first one to pursue: he approaches a drunk Yuuri, he takes pictures, he starts to dance with him. He likes him.

But his crush is cemented when Yuuri demands and commands his attention, essentially pursuing him. Viktor likes to be desired, likes to skate for an audience, probably is turned on by the idea that Yuuri is his fan and has always wanted him. We all know he’s the jealous type (ahem: Chihoko) and needs Yuuri’s attention in return.

Basically: both of them are Extra, and after the banquet Viktor thinks it is Yuuri’s place to pursue, wants Yuuri to pursue him, sees himself as hopelessly and attracted and wants Yuuri to signal that he likes him in return. When the viral video comes out, both of them hilariously still think the other is ‘the pursuer,’ because in Yuuri’s POV Viktor just shows up and announces his position as coach, whereas in Viktor’s POV Yuuri has (finally) put out the siren call that Viktor has been waiting for. Both of them are helplessly crushing on each other in a miscommunication of epic proportions.

Anyway. The idea of Viktor wanting to be pursued, and feeling like he’s the abandoned ‘beautiful woman’ so he doesn’t call Yuuri, leads straight into what I think is the greatest motivator for Viktor lack of contact: rejection.

3.      Rejection is Viktor’s vulnerability

Viktor is a man whose entire life, from the time he was a teenager, has been based off of seeking people’s approval. Which people? Everyone: judges, the ISU, probably his parents, Yakov, the media, the frickin whole of Russia. Viktor’s career and his existence mostly relies on approval; we all know he fears becoming someone unable to surprise, someone unable to win and gain approval from those around him. Viktor dances around the things he really wants—there’s been so much Tumblr discourse about this that I’m just going to point out the ocean scene vaguely. Rather than straight-up telling Yuuri that he wants to be his boyfriend, he proposes it flippantly and as an open question. This is how you try to avoid rejection, friends.

Anyway, going back to the main point.

This is something that I haven’t seen discussed a lot, but you have to remember that Viktor and Yuuri’s actual first interaction was Yuuri rejecting him and walking away. It’s not unreasonable for Viktor to think Yuuri is going to reject him: Yuuri does it multiple times throughout the show, though it’s likely never for the reasons Viktor thinks it is. Viktor does not cope well with rejection. He goes and gets drunkenly smashed every time he’s rejected in the show (this is more popular Tumblr discourse, so I’m not going to get into it here).

If you think Viktor has never met a fan in real-life and disappointed them before or failed to meet their expectations, you are dead wrong. He’s been an international celebrity for… what, 10 years? I’m sure at least one person, probably multiple, have rejected him upon actually meeting him because he wasn’t what they envisioned. Yuuri is a fan, and Viktor is a superstar, and while we may think it’s on Viktor to reach out and express his interest because he’s a celebrity, it’s also on Yuuri to express that he is interested in the real Viktor, the guy he danced with at the banquet.

If Viktor contacts Yuuri and is rejected—by the first person that’s really made him feel inspired and excited in the longest time—it’s all over, and in a heartbreaking way. Viktor likes to hold onto hope (optimist!), and is terrified of rejection. Note that the second Yuuri “contacts him” with the video, and seems to accept and reciprocate Viktor’s feelings, Viktor has zero reservations about going to him. Of course, when he gets there Yuuri basically rebuffs him, which is why he cries and gets savagely aggravated in the first few episodes. Alas, Viktor is still a romantic optimist (see part 1) so he sticks around and tries to feel Yuuri out. You like me, right? Look, I am sexy and I can make all your dreams come true, look at me, please don’t reject me?

Even the fact that Viktor shows up and immediately frames himself as Yuuri’s coach, something Yuuri clearly needs, asked for, and is less likely to reject, something Viktor feels qualified for, is very telling. Rather than saying I’ve been in love with you since the banquet, I’m here to give this a shot it’s I’m going to be your coach!

Just because Viktor doesn’t have anxiety doesn’t make him any less prone to fear of rejection. Fear of rejection is a human thing that we all experience. So… he doesn’t call.

One of my favorite things about their relationship is the way Yuuri handles this fear, and essentially says: I’m not going to reject you if you’re not exactly who I want you to be. You, yourself, are what I want: just be real with me.

 Yuri on Ice is a beautiful thing.

To conclude this very long rant, I’ll relate this back to my fic quickly (spoiler alert, by the way) and just say the way JHO (WGH) flips this and makes it… more angsty, rather than what happened for canon Viktor, is by relying on:

·        Yuuri is an anxious pessimist. Yuuri worries that Viktor will leave him, that this time will be just like the banquet, which is completely understandable. Viktor is a superstar and, in Yuuri’s head, he is a nobody that served as Viktor’s drunken fling for a night.

·        Yakov serving as the matchmaker, rather than Viktor calling for Yuuri. Unlike canon, Yuuri has no indication that Viktor wants him in Russia, has no idea that Yuuri is literally there for Viktor (well, not just for him, clearly he is a great skater, but that’s a major reason why Yakov took Yuuri on). This only fuels his anxiety and pessimism further.

 Basically, I write angsty fluff and overthink things. Also all of this is conjecture, so please don’t hate me.

Again, thanks so much for your questions and your interest! Sorry I responded with a three page character analysis rather than being a normal person.

Neverland- Harry x Reader

Originally posted by seaside-stars

A/N Hiya this is my second imagine and for some odd reason my first one got deleted ): but I hope you guys enjoy this little idea I had before I go to bed (:

Summary:You have flashbacks of your first love Harry Hook who is on the Isle. You and Harry met and fell in love at first sight while rescuing Ben but sadly Harry did not return to you.  (x) (Here’s the song that inspired this story) I will italicize the flashbacks as well as bold the lyrics. Neverland Pt.2


Whenever I was frightened
Or if I ever felt alone
I turned to the night sky
And a star I call my own

You sighed as you looked at your clock beside your bed. 2:30am and you still could not sleep for the life of you. It had been 3 days since the King was captured and brought back home safely, but what happened down there in the Isle still ache your heart. You quietly got up from your bed hoping not to wake Evie and Mal up in the process of doing so. You grab a near by hoodie and some tennis shoes as you quietly snuck outta your dorm into the halls up to the roof. 

“Let go of me! Please I’ll give you money whatever you want just stop this!” you struggled as you tried to escape your grip from the rather handsome pirate attempting to kidnap you. “Don’t make me nip ya like I did to the king now love” his Scottish acent filling your ear making shiver “Your a pretty one aren’t ya maybe if I’m nice enough I’ll let ya spend the night with me”. Lets just say suggesting that you’d look for King Ben on your own was a bad idea especially since you had no idea how the Isle worked. Evie Mal Carlos and Jay tried to warn you not to run off but Ben was your best friend and you couldn’t let him face Mal’s rejection alone, so you followed him. 

You made your way to the roof and sat on the top. You brought you legs up to your chest and huffed. You looked up at the stars remembering exactly how the events took place. “No matter where you are no matter where I am we are under the same stars Harry” you whispered “I will never forget you” 


 We can sail away tonight
On a sea of pure moonlight
We can navigate the stars
Bring us back home

You were tied to a pole with King Ben across from you. You could see the pirate teasing him as his Captain Uma told him to leave them alone for a while. You didn't notice that Harry Hook was now walking towards you with a devilish smirk on his face. “Looks who’s awake” he laughed slightly running his metal hook along your hair “thought you’d never wake up love.” “Please let me go” you  begged not mattering if you looked weak but you were frighten to the core. “No can do dear your stuck with me for a while now” he smirked. “Harry I know there is some good in you please.” Harry stopped right in front of your face and huffed an amusing chuckle. “Listen here love. The way the Isle works is there is no such thing as lover or caring” he paused and looked you dead cold in the eye “you have no idea what hell we go through while you Bordon kids eat from a silver spoon……us Villain kids don’t know what love is.” 

“Wake up Y/N we’re going to be late for class” yelled Evie brushing her beautiful blue hair. You groaned in response but did as you were told. Getting up as you lazily got dressed Mal notice your eyes were red from the lack of sleep you got last night. “You snuck out on to the roof top didn’t you?” You started at Mal as she asked you that question all you could do was nod not finding any words to speak. “I know you miss him Y/N but you have to understand that we couldn’t bring him to Auradon it was way to risky and dangerous.” You shook your head at Mal not wanting to cause a scene in front of Evie as you grabbed your backpack and walked towards the door. You stopped and turned around facing Mal and Evie “Yes Harry might have been a dangerous guy but what happened on the Isle was real and everyone can tell me to forget about him but I can’t” you  let a single tear drop fall “ he was my pure moonlight and I saw the good in him just how Ben and Doug saw the good in you two.” With that you walked out the door taking deep breaths holding in your tears.


 
All that you hope for
You hope for today
Is the love someone gives you
In an unconditional way

You were in class now sitting next to your best friend Ben as you doddle in your notebook. These passed 4 days now have been filled with you not really speaking to any of your friends. All you ever heard from them was ‘Harry is not good.’ or ‘Harry can never learn to love.’ You know deep down inside you touched a soft part in him no one else did and he touched a soft part in you too. “Y/N” Ben looked up at you “I’m really sorry about Harry if there is a way I can make this right please let me help.” Ben’s faced was complete crushed. He hated seeing you like this. You shook your head lightly “No Ben it’s fine” you faked a smile “I’m fine” With that you got up from your chair and made your way to a new seat behind the class before it began. 

“Just give me an hour Hook to prove you wrong and if I don’t then you can tie me back up and I won’t budge I promise.” you stared down at Harry as he smirked “I never pass up a deal lass.” With that response he united you. You had no idea how you were gonna show this pirate what love felt like or what it was. You have only known him for not even a full day but you intended to try. “Any smart moves love and I will not hesitate in hooking you Y/N. Trust me it’ll pain me to hook someone I actually like.” You slightly blush at his comment. He grabbed your hands and walked you off the boat. He sat both of you down by the shore just a few feet away from the boat. ‘Let the game begin’ you thought.

It took a lot for Harry to finally trust you enough for him to open up about his past. After a while of finally trusting one another, hearing about Harry’s story made you feel sympathy for him. His mother passed away right before he turned 1 due to the mold growing on the ship, and his father expect way too much from him at such a young age. He never experienced loved as a kid which is why he is so cold hearted. There was a moment of silence between you two after Harry was explaining the way he wanted his dad to love and be proud of him and how he really wish his mom was still alive until you heard Harry’s low sobs. This shocked you because you were just a stranger to Harry a few minutes ago maybe he just needed someone to ask him once in a while how he felt. You didn’t think twice as you wrapped your arms around him. Harry burried his face in your neck and cried as you held him you brought his face close to yours. You didn’t realize how blue his eyes were or the features on his face like his jawline or his brown hair popping outta his hat. You wiped his tears and you swore time stopped between you both. You did the impossible next as you leaned in and locked lips with the pirate. For the first time Harry Hook can finally say he had a taste of what love was that night. 


In a place so far away
We’ll be young that’s how we’ll stay

“Harry if you let me and Ben go please I promise I’ll get you outta the Isle please we have to go home you can come with me.” you started into his blue eyes and he tied you up to the pole once again. “Listen Y/N I want to help you but Uma’s my captain and I can’t betray her like that.” “What if we make a deal Harry please I want to teach more about yourself. You are stronger then you think you are. You can be good and we can be something please.” Harry smiled at you lightly and he kissed your forehead and walked off to his pirate crew. 

Once the sword fighting was over and it was pretty clear Mal and the gang have won and rescued not only you but King Ben. Before you can make a run to the limo you turned and bolted towards Harry pulling him into a quick but passionate kiss and whispered “Harry I swear I’ll come back for you.” 


 And with your hand in my hand
I am closer now
To finding Neverland

“What do you mean you can’t bring Harry Hook to Auradon whatever happened to giving people a second chance Ben!” you raged at not only Ben but at your 4 friends who were against you. For Ben’s rescue he had granted everyone a favor even you but when you asked him your one wish he denied it along side your friends. “Yea Y/N this is crazy maybe he spelled you” Mal spoke with her arms crossed. “No he didn’t I love him and I’m sure he loves me too please Ben just help me I have to get him outta there. I made him a promise.” your breathing went slow as you stared at your friends tears falling from your face “guys please help me” But no one stood up they all turned away “I’m sorry Y/N but the answer is no.” 

You were currently in your room doing some homework. Nowadays that was the only thing that ever got you outta your thoughts. Mal and Evie walked in the dorm with a sly smile on their face as they walked over and sat next to you. “Y/N we’re both really sorry for pushing you. We didn’t know Harry mean’t so much to you and we can speak for everyone that we all would like to apologize and if you can come with us we would like to show you something.” Mal smiled as you hugged both her and Evie “You guys are forgiven but I don’t think there is anything you can do to make me feel better.” you answered honestly. “We can always try come one” Evie pulled you to your feet and led you down the hall to King Ben’s office. “Go ahead Y/N, Ben and all of us got you something” Mal held your hand and you let out a breath as you opened the doors. Your eyes couldn’t believe what you saw. 

“Harry..” 

“I missed you love” 



A/N okay i kinda had this idea while this song was playing and I know my writing isn’t the best but we all gotta start somewhere so I truly hope you enjoy (:

dazzle me. ((jondami))

i was listening to this song and a idea came to mind. ‘’you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights, and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight. not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill.’’ -dazzle, oh wonder. 2.7K+ words.

   Damian’s fascinated, utterly hypnotized.

And it’s all the fault of one special Kryptonian.

He doesn’t do love, what’s the point? It makes you weak. Gives people a way to get right through your armor and shatter you in a way that nothing else does. His mother explained that to him many a time. He had listened to her stories as a child.

There was someone once, someone that she had truly loved. Ra had found out. He killed them right in front of her. She vowed never to love again. It was foolishness. 

Damian learned from her mistake just like she wanted him to.

‘‘You will never let yourself sink as low as petty humans. You, my son, deserve a god for you will be one someday with this mighty empire of ours.’’ She spoke, it was a miracle she was giving him the slightest of affection, running her nimble fingers through his hair. For a moment, he believed that he saw love in her eyes. Then she steeled, abruptly standing up from her seat beside him. ‘’We need to cut your hair at once.’’

And that was that.

He never loved, scoffed at admirers, pretended to retch at the romantic scenes in the movies Dick was so fond of watching. Poked fun at the silly novels he occasionally caught Jon reading.

Then puberty happened.

Hormones, hormones, hormones.

He was laying back on his bed. Titans Tower was completely deserted. Everyone hadn’t yet come back from the holiday break. Not that he blamed them. The ones who didn’t have family simply stayed with another of the teens. 

Damian had come back as soon as the clock struck midnight, announcing the presence of the new year. 

He stared at the ceiling, trying to count exactly how many bumps were on the roof of his room. The Titans had repainted his room, which had been a chipped, bloody mess. He was grateful, but none of them had any futures in designing rooms or anything of the sort. Some paint was layered, to cover the dark crimson stains, and you could tell the difference right away.

He said nothing.

He was restless. He couldn’t get to sleep, no matter which way he turned, or punched his pillow. He tried sleeping on his stomach, but that was just uncomfortable in so many ways. Plus, he didn’t feel like getting accidentally turned on which was happening quite frequently nowadays.

‘‘It’s perfectly normal-’‘ Dick crooned. ‘‘Another word and I will smother you in your sleep.’‘ Damian interrupted.

Robin sighed. It was so quiet without any members of his team. Usually there was at least one insomniac hanging out in the living room, watching some sort of program on the TV, which Damian could hear from his bedroom.

Not today. 

A ear-piercing sound rang in the air.

He shot up in bed, blindly going for his suit, pulling it on in record breaking time.

Adjusting the mask as he went, he ran out to the living room.

‘INTRUDER ALERT’ flashed across the screen and the wail continued.

What, the Tower was impossible to break into. He had been making sure of it. Great, now he had to say that the Tower was nearly impossible to break into. 

Goddammit.

He started pressing buttons to at least stop the sound so he could figure out where the hell this intruder was, so he could beat the living hell out of them. He was a bit antsy.

Then, the alarm stopped.

He glanced down at the electronic keyboard and found that he hadn’t pressed enter yet. 

Damian froze.

‘‘Sorry ‘bout that, I slipped up on the last number in the code.’‘ A voice came from behind him. A laugh as well, a low one that managed to make his heart beat the slightest bit faster. Not that he would ever acknowledge it.

Damian tucked away the batarang that had been taken out in the blink of an eye. 

He turned around, seeing Superboy vault over the couch. 

Jon placed his feet over the top of the couch as his head hung off the couch, strands of hair coming loose with gravity and framing his oh so perfect blue eyes and delicate, dull pink lips. Ones that were forming a word.

–you’ve got diamonds in your eyes tonight–

‘‘-me.’‘ Jon was smiling at him, it sent an unfamiliar warmth through him and he had to fight back a shiver. 

Pathetic.

‘‘Huh?’‘ Had he really been so distracted by the boy hanging upside down?

No. Yes. 

‘‘Nothing,’‘ Jon laughed. ‘‘What’s up?’‘

The question snapped the youngest Wayne out of his daze and back to his senses.

‘‘What’s up?’’ Damian mocked. ‘’How the heck did you manage to get into my secure building? Why are you here? What is the meaning of this?’’

‘‘Pretty sure that it doesn’t belong to you and one question at a time, please.’‘ A lopsided grin. 

He hid his reaction to it, waving his hand so the keyboard disappeared, leaving the coffee table just that. A plain table.

‘‘Okay, then answer them.’‘

‘‘Someone’s grouchy. Ooh, an apple.’‘ Jon sat up, grabbing the fruit from the bowl placed there. He made a face after biting into it. ‘‘Ours are better.’‘ He gingerly set it down on the table.

Damian rolled his eyes. ‘’I’m waiting, Kent.’’

‘‘Really, Wayne?’’ 

Nope. He noped everything. This was karma, had to be.

He watched in silence as Jon lent forward, placing his somehow soft fingers on the side of his face, it was unusual and it took him off guard. His own hands were rough from years of handling his equipment. Little cuts littered them. Permanent.

Breath hitched in his throat.

Why was he reacting like this?

Then, Jon’s fingers brushed higher up and they pulled at his mask, successfully removing it. He pulled back, casually dropping the thing in his lap.

‘‘There, so much better.’‘ The shaggy haired teen smoothed out the creases in the mask.

Damian let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

‘‘So, now to answer your many questions.’‘ Jon waved his hands around in a flourish and Damian found himself staring at their every twitch.

Huh, he has really pretty hands. 

He found himself wanting to get into contact with them once again. 

‘‘Kon gave me the code by the way, so don’t worry. Your security is still perfectly intact.’‘

‘‘Of course it is, I built it.’‘ The vigilante responded with a huff.

Jon tilted his head back in a laugh, and Damian should have found that offensive but he was trapped. 

Enthralled by the way Jon’s eyes shut when he did so, a sense of disappointment stirring in Damian when he could no longer view the wonderful shade of blue, lips curling upwards, collarbones just about showing from the top of his hoodie that wasn’t zipped all the way to the top, and it being yanked up a bit when he brought up a hand to muffle a laugh, exposing some of the beautiful pale skin right underneath his navel.

–dazzle me, dazzle me–

Whatever deity existed, they were torturing him. 

The one across from him took a moment to calm, taking a deep breath in and then out.

‘‘I’m-,’‘ Superman’s son snickered again, ‘‘fine.’‘ He waved his hand in dismissal of the laugh that had just occurred. ‘‘Listen, I was in the area, and Kon told me you were hanging around here alone. Thought I would keep you company.’‘ There was a pause. 

Damian didn’t know why but his heart pounded with fear, drowning out any other noise.

‘‘…And maybe we could talk about what happened at my party?’‘

And there it was.

‘‘Damian, c’mon,’‘ Jon whined, bringing a smile to Damian’s lips. ‘‘It’s my fifteenth, we’re here to have fun. Not lurk in a corner and be depressing.’‘

‘‘It’s what I do best.’‘ He replied, and full lips formed into a adorable pout.

He didn’t like parties, and Clark and Bruce, God knows how those two conspired to do this, had thrown the biggest one ever. They had left once it started, trusting the boys to not let anything get too out of hand.

‘‘Well, we’re dancing.’‘ Jon spoke, a certainty in his voice.

–give me neon lights–

‘‘No way.’‘ He scoffed, settling in on the couch.

‘‘It’s my birthday, I get exactly what I want.’‘

Damian didn’t understand why that sentence affected him so much.

He let Jon pull him up, dragging him into the fray.

Swarms of warm, teen bodies. They didn’t know half these people but it didn’t matter right now. The smell of sweat, and excitement buzzing in the air like electricity, his veins absorbing it.

–see the plastic life through my bloodshot eyes–

They fumbled, awkwardly stepping, not really knowing what to do but that made it better. 

–you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights– 

Jon kept getting closer and closer.

He didn’t notice.

–and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight–

They stepped on each other’s toes a couple of times.

Jon was swaying, and was humming along to the beat with his eyes shut. 

‘‘Having fun there?’‘

Red colored the boy’s cheeks, as if he’d been caught.

A blush (?) 

He stuck out his tongue at Damian, childish.

They broke out laughing.

Quiet.

‘‘You’re looking at me like that again.’‘ Blue eyes, narrowed. Calculating.

‘‘Like what?’‘ The Arabian male said, confused. 

‘‘I dunno, It’s just-’‘ Jon shook his head. ‘‘I should shut up.’‘

‘‘No, really. Like what?’‘

Raven hair fell into his eyes as Jon stared down at his worn out sneakers.

He mumbled something, but Damian didn’t catch it with how loud the conversations around them were.

A fist gripped his shirt, balling it up. Damian thought that Jon was going to punch him for a second and he went to remove the hand.

Jon was faster.

A rough tug to the front of his shirt, and lukewarm lips crashed against his slightly chapped ones.

–not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill–

A weird sounding noise escaped his mouth, and the grip on his shirt loosened but the hand remained there, pressing against his chest.

The other was brought up, skimming the back of his neck.

–living in the moment, paying for the kill–

His eyes fluttered closed, body relaxing in way he didn’t know was possible.

Damian had no idea how to respond so he just did. No thinking.

Hands on Jon’s waist, fingers curling into the belt loops on his jeans, tugging.

More, more, more.

Him, him, him.

Invading his thoughts, poisoning his mind until there was nothing else.

–i am wild alive, i am wild alive–

His head started to feel dizzy, and with irony he remembered, ‘I need air,’ and pulled back, although Jon was hesitant to let him go, and gave a whimper.

They stared at each other, eyes going wide as if only now realizing what they had just done.

‘‘Oh my God, I’m-’‘ Jon began but Damian’s mouth was already back on his, muting any further words.

–golden grill of sadness, mid-life wasted youth–

The rest of the night was a blur.

They broke apart, snuck away from the crowd. 

They made their way onto the roof, and talked. Nothing about what had just happened. Just…life.

–there’s a human in your heart of hearts–

There was a new feeling in the air between them, however. 

Damian liked it.

–hiding true colors made you fall apart–

The party ended, and Jon went home while Damian helped clean up the mess left behind by everyone.

‘‘What about it?’‘ Damian’s voice sounded choked, even to him. Scared, even. He talked fast. ‘‘There’s nothing to talk about. Absolutely nothing.’‘

‘‘It’s been three months, we ought to talk about it sometime.’‘ Jon’s voice was soft, as if trying to lure a frightened animal from their hiding place.

–throwing fire, trying to make it right–

‘‘No, we don’t.’’ Damian continued stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, purposely avoiding his friend’s eyes which were probably giving him the signature Jon Kent look.

If you thought puppy dog eyes were bad, Jon’s version of them were the absolute worst and could get anyone to do anything.

Hence, why Damian refused to look Jon in the eye. He’d give in.

Jon threw up his hands in frustration, giving a long, annoyed exhale.

–always ends up like this, always gonna lose–

‘‘Fine! How about I talk, and you listen?’‘

Damian didn’t respond.

‘‘What, was I that bad a kisser or something? Is that why you’ve refused to partner up with me on anything unless told to, huh? Do you just not like me? A fluke, a mistake. You could have just told me instead of being a, a, thing about it! If I remember correctly, you kissed me back! That’s gotta mean something. Doesn’t it?” His voice got progressively quieter, more shaky as he went on, as if he were scared to have a answer to his many questions.

It almost hurt to hear him ramble.

‘‘Opposite.’‘

Jon stopped, anger still visible in his eyes, and the way his hands were clenched at his sides. 

Damian groaned, leaning forward and dropping his head into his hands.

‘‘Explain it to me then.’‘ A unspoken plead was in his eyes and that did it for Damian.

‘‘I-I got scared, alright? It’s not just everyday that your best friend for five years kisses you! I didn’t want to, didn’t want to ruin it, okay? I’ve freaking done things but what if me, me being me is the thing that makes that disappear? That’s a heck of a lot worse. So,I distanced, maybe you’d forget all about it.’‘ Damian’s voice rose and lowered throughout his rant, shouting and then dropping into a barely audible whisper that would have gone unheard if not for Jon’s super hearing.

Jon looked at him and gave a bitter laugh. Nothing like the one that made warmth flush to his cheeks and his heart thump that much faster.

‘‘I was the one who kissed you, don’t you think that means anything? I know you. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing.’‘

‘‘Don’t you mean, was?’’ Damian said.

Jon looked at him, a determined expression on his face.

‘‘No.’‘

And then he kissed him, again. 

This time was much different. It wasn’t sped up, this was drawn out.

Slow.

The other was pent up feelings being let out, this one was expression.

Damian found himself returning it, before he even realized what he was doing. 

A hand cupped his cheek and Damian gave a content sigh against Jon’s mouth. He tangled his hands in the shaggy mess that was Jon’s hair, gently pulling on the strands.

Hands were on his chest now, moving.

Blunt nails dug into his back, not enough to hurt, but he definitely felt the pressure.

Jon pulled away this time, red plastered on his cheeks, lips slightly swollen.

Their foreheads resting together as they caught their breaths, panting.

‘‘Well-’‘

‘‘That was something.’‘ Jon deadpanned.

‘‘Agreed.’‘ Damian nodded.

They laughed in unison, clutching each other’s shirts while they howled with laughter. 

They calmed, but didn’t move from where they were.

Jon wrapped his finger around a small silver chain that had a tiny cat pendant, he had gifted him it the Christmas before, saying that it had reminded him of Alfred, Damian’s cat that is.

‘‘You kept it.’‘

‘’Why wouldn’t I?’‘

‘‘It seemed that you didn’t like it.’‘

‘‘Oh, well I do. I like it, since it came from you, and I like you.’‘ The words were just slipping out of his mouth by now, and holy- Jon looked so pretty like this, all flushed and out of breath and wow. He really needed to make him look like this more often. ‘’You’re even more pretty up close.’’

Jon couldn’t possibly have gotten more red, but he did, ducking his head.

‘‘Yeah, same goes for me.’‘ He murmured.

‘‘What was that?’‘ Damian teased.

‘‘I like you too. There, happy.’‘ He looked up, meeting Damian’s lovesick gaze.

‘‘Yes.’‘

–dazzle me, dazzle me–


fin.

overnight

Originally posted by sisterstextsebastian

Peter Parker X avenger!Reader

Summary: In which Peter helps you with a little studying and ends up sleeping over and spending the next day with you:)

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: I haven’t written in a while so sorry if I’m rusty,, and i didn’t proofread sorryyyy!!

Masterlist


It was a Friday night, and you were studying. Like most kids at this time, you were super stressed for finals week. As you sat in the Avenger’s tower library, you wondered how you would retain so much information in such little time. As you set your head down on your books making a loud sigh, the team walked in.

“Hey, kid. Whatcha up to?”, Tony pondered as he walked around behind the table you were working at.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write something about Lena discovering the existence of the alien bar, so she talk about it to Kara like "Hey, it might be a good subject for an article or something" and she sees that Kara is nervous so she propose to go with her if she wants and Kara have a hard time finding an excuse to refuse so she just... kind of end up with Lena there and everyone recognize Kara and Lena is like "Oh." and explanations ensue because why did the alien device didn't work and all ???

“kara.”

she focuses on her page, doodling mindlessly in the corner of it.

“kara.”

“i’m ignoring you.”

“ignoring me?” lena sounds amused, of all things, and kara scowls down at her page. without looking up, she flicks a paperclip lena’s way and she can’t help but grin when she yelps.

“headshot?”

“centre mass, actually, which you would know if you would look at me.” her tone turns inviting, hopeful. the nicest possible version of wheedling. kara stares down at her paper and wills it not to burst into flame. “kara,”

“lena,” she mimics.

“it was an accident,” lena tells kara, which kara already knew of course, but having a drink spilled down the front of her shirt - and then being photographed by the paparazzi that always slinks around lena - means she’s embarrassed but also incredibly aware of how easily her disguise might be found out. white shirt, meet liquid; kara danvers, supergirl, meet the entire world knowing her identity. that they don’t is another source of concern, and confusion. because sure the drink had been dark but also lena had whisked a coat around her instantly and they’d made it back to her place where she has several outfits.

in lena’s wardrobe.

which she does not remember leaving there - no, well, she does remember it except now that she sees she has left her lucky belt, her second favourite boots, and her most comfortable sweat shirt there… it means something and she’s not entirely comfortable with that.

the idea of dating lena? no problem. the idea of dating a luthor? minor problems, named alex and clark. the idea of dating lena luthor, her best friend of some six months, who still doesn’t know that she’s supergirl? DING DING DING, huge problem.

there’s a soft touch to her hand and lena’s voice, jerking her out of her thoughts with a gentle, “kara?”

“wuh- huh?” she looks from where lena had been sitting to where she is now, standing next to her. “i zoned out, sorry.”

“no, no, it’s alright.” lena takes the seat next to her. “is everything okay at work? or,” lena waves a hand in a small motion that encompasses everything else.

“yeah, yeah, it’s all fine.” kara gives lena her brightest smile and lena nods but doesn’t look away. “i’m sorry, i’m being a bad friend.”

lena shakes her head, lays her fingers on kara’s hand again. she does it so hesitantly, always, and kara likes the way her smile eases when she turns her hand and holds lena’s.

“you’re not a bad friend. just distracted. which is why i thought we could go out tonight. there’s this bar,”

“i really am not interested in a repeat of last time lena,” kara whines.

“which is why we will get my driver to ditch the followers. it’s a hole in the wall, please,” lena asks - begs is more like it, and kara can’t look away from her pouting lip, her wide dark eyes. “you can write, i can drink, it’ll be a regular girls night out. please!”

“ugh. fine! but,” she searches for some kind of argument. “you’re paying!”

“deal.” lena squeezes her hand and kara ducks her head, grins, at the little spark the gesture shocks.

//

“uh, lena,” kara looks properly at the building they’ve pulled up outside and she hesitates. “i don’t think we should go in there. you know, it’s, um,”

“an alien bar, i know.”

kara nods slowly. she had guessed that. she just isn’t sure how much lena had planned this out.

“okay listen when i say this and i don’t mean it in a bad way,” kara tries to find a not bad way to say it but she’s coming up empty so…straight to the point then. “you’re a luthor. they’re aliens in there. i just think, i know how much you’re doing for your image and i just don’t want you in danger or, i also don’t want them to…get scared,” kara finishes softly. lena presses her lips together flat, nods. “i know you, lena. i know how good you are, and that you would never hurt these people, but they don’t.”

“isn’t that what your articles have been for? everything i’ve been doing? i have to test it out sometime.”

“it doesn’t mean you can walk into their bar, lena!” kara snaps. she shakes her head, tries to soften herself, her words, her shoulders, her hands. “this is a place where they can be themselves, without having to worry about that stuff. you have all the bars in the city, lena, they only have this one.” kara widens her eyes pleadingly, and lena nods slowly.

“i- you’re right. of course. i hadn’t thought of that.” lena purses her lips. “you know an awful lot about this place.”

kara grins nervously. she shrugs, happy to play it off on research, only the door swings open on its rusted hinges, music pouring out alongside obviously alien shouting, and all kara knows lena can’t be seen here. she picks her up, moves her into the shadows of the alley.

“hey kara, you coming in?” m'gann isn’t hiding her green tonight. or wasn’t. she looks to the woman in kara’s arms and her skin ripples back to her human form. “you two coming in?”

“not tonight,” kara says quietly. lena doesn’t say anything - she grips tight to kara’s arms, shaking slightly. “we’re gonna head out, actually.”

“call you an uber?”

“that’d be great,” kara nods.

“down the road, you know the pickup spot.” m'gann tilts her head toward lena, shakes her head very very slightly.

kara nods. “have a good night.”

“you too.” after a moment, m'gann adds, “lena,” and she disappears back into the bar.

the noise muffles with the door closed and kara eases away from lena. she urges her gently down the alley, and together they walk side by side down the road to the spot the Uber always arrives.

“i gather you’ve been there before,” lena says finally.

“um. yes.”

lena nods.

the uber pulls up after ten minutes of painfully empty silence. it takes another twelve minutes to get to lena’s apartment building, six to get into the building and up the stupidly fast lift to the sixteenth floor.

“you can come in,” lena tells her, and kara follows her. watches almost desperately as lena toes off her heels, the way she sighs and rolls onto the balls of her feet when she shrugs off her coat. “coffee?” she offers.

“um. sure.”

kara hasn’t felt this uncomfortable around lena since…never. not in this way. not in the horrible, teetering, this-is-the-end kind of way.

“kara,”

“i’m sorry,” she blurts out. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, and i’m sorry i broke your alien device, and i’m sorry about how weird tonight was and again, really sorry about not telling you but, but i had reasons, really good ones, and,”

“kara,” lena sighs, and she sets her stupidly expensive coffee pot down on the counter and steps over to her. lays her hands on either side of kara’s face, tugs so she’s looking right at her. “stop.”

kara stops. she stays very still, barely breathing, certainly not blinking.

“you’re an alien.” lena closes her eyes. she doesn’t pull away - if anything, she grips on a little tighter. she’s soft again when she drags her fingers down kara’s cheeks and away. “i understand why you didn’t tell me,”

“i really doubt that.” kara walks with her into the kitchen, pulls open the fridge. she takes out lena’s favourite cheese and, of all things, carrot sticks. sets them on a little plate. she pulls herself up onto the counter and waits as lena makes her coffee. it’s fine, they’ve done this before, this is how it’s supposed to go.

except, she’s never made late night snacks as an alien before. she’s never drunk from a cup as an alien, never eaten her food, never touched her things, never been in lena’s home as an alien before.

“it makes a lot more sense how appalled you were about that device,” lena muses. kara just nods. lena twists a little to face her, almost impeccably calm aside from slight, polite curiosity. “how did you break the alien device?”

kara covers her mouth, not wanting to spit cheese out. she swallows quickly. “zapped it.”

“you release an electric discharge?”

“what?”

“how did you zap it? when you touched it?”

“no, with,” kara stops, horror dawning slowly. lena knows she’s an alien, she doesn’t know that she’s supergirl. “rao help me,” she mutters, tilting her head up so she can look up at the stars.

“pardon?”

“okay.” kara hops down off the bench, backs up several steps. “i’m…yeah, i’m just going to do this,” she says, mostly to lena but a little to herself. “alright. okay.”

she pops open the buttons on her shirt quickly, too fast for lena to see, and peels it open slowly. lena stares.

and stares.

kara shifts her weight from one foot to the other.

“well.”

the coffee pot hisses. lena turns, pours herself a mug and then kara. she sets the mug out on the side and retreats into the corner of the kitchen, leans back against the corner where the two benches meet.

kara moves softly like lena could spook, and she stands opposite her. she sips at the coffee, grimaces. lena pushes the sugar over to her, watches with the same look of fascination as she always has as kara spoons sugar into her mug.

“is that an alien thing?”

“i don’t think so.” kara hesitates, but adds one final spoonful. this time it tastes right. mostly of sugar. “um. not to make this weird night weirder but, uh, you’ll have to sign stuff. now that you know.”

lena nods slowly.

“i…i should go,” kara says. she pours her coffee out into the sink, half drunk, and washes it out. sets it on the drying rack. “i didn’t mean for this to happen, not like,” kara shakes her head. there’s plenty of stuff she wants to say, or maybe just a couple very important things, but lena is still just staring - into her coffee or at kara, it changes - so it can wait. “i’m really sorry.”

“the only thing i can think right now is…i know something he never did.” lena laughs a little, a short sound and not happy. she closes her eyes. “i think you should. because, if that’s my first….my only thought?” she shrugs one shoulder. “i don’t think i’m someone you should be around right now.”

“i’m not afraid of you,” kara tells her. it lacks, completely, any defiance. how strange, for that to be a reassurance. lena doesn’t look like she believes her, if the dark little curl to her lips means anything.

“tell them i’ll sign. i have no interest in seeing the inside of a cell. again.”

kara nods. “i’ll see you soon?”

lena sets her mug in the sink, and disappears into her bedroom. it becomes clear she’s not coming out again. kara tips a little food into the fish tank, makes sure the windows are locked, and locks the front door behind her.

anonymous asked:

I know you wanted to do some matchups but can I ask for headcanons or a scenario👀?? How about a female reader was dared to go up to Bakugou to "confess" (they didn't know she really did have a crush on him) but she ends up telling him what she really thinks?? That she believes he's her number one hero because of his determination to be the best as well as his (brutal) honesty? She totally respects that and even though others doubt him she never would?

It’s totally cool, I really just wanted to write like… anything. lol. I decided to make this one a scenario because I had a good(?) idea on how to write it. It’s kind of shorter than I wanted it to be, but I added a bonus part for you! Anywho, enjoy!

How did you get yourself into this mess?

It was going so well, a simple sleepover with the girls of class 1-A. Then, Uraraka suggested truth or dare. Now, here you were, the next day, sitting in class anxiously as you wait for the bell to ring. As you wait for a moment alone with Bakugou. Oh boy, this would not go well. The girls giggled, all of them staring at you. The pressure was on.

The bell rang.

Everyone began to leave. You however waited. Waited for Bakugou to leave. When he did, you moved quickly, hoping to do this without other people around. When he was alone, you called out.

“Hey! Bakugou!” you yelled out nervously.

He turned around with his usual bitch face.

“What?”

Well if that didn’t scare the hell out of you, you weren’t sure what could.

“I have something i-important to tell you” Aw man, you stuttered. Why did you have to stutter.

You thought back to the sleepover now. They couldn’t have known you had a crush on Bakugou. How could they? But this, was ridiculous. 

“Well, what is it?” he got impatient. 

You gulped, now or never.

“I really like you… More than a friend, and I know it may sound strange but… I think you are my number one hero. You’re brave and I admire that about you. You’re so honest, and you don’t care about what anyone else has to say. I know the rest of the class thinks you’re a hothead, but I really like that about you. When everyone else is doubting you, I’m routing for you. I believe you will be the best hero. You have the determination for it. I guess that’s why I have a huge crush on you,” Fuck! That was so much more than you needed to say!

You looked down, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at his face. You couldn’t even begin to prepare yourself for the huge rejection. You-

“Do you mean it?” He asked.

Your breath caught in your throat. All you could do was nod.

“Okay.”

Did he just? You looked up. Did he seriously just- Wait. He was blushing.

“Well?” he asked.

You tilted your head,”Well? Well, what?”

“Do you wanna… go on a date… or something?” he asked.

You almost cried. You let out a small giggle before smiling.

“I’d like that, a lot”

He reached out and grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours before leading the way.

“Alright, then let’s go” he said.

Maybe, that dare wasn’t so bad after all.

BONUS:

The girls of class 1-A had been hiding and watched the entire thing. All of them had one thing on their mind. ‘Did (y/n) really have a crush on Bakugou?’ Well, all except for Momo. She figured it out right away.

anonymous asked:

It's kind of random but I was wondering, do you have any thoughts about an Avatar AU for Voltron?

I have so many thoughts?? Wow, okay. Sorry this took so long, but, well… Apparently I have a lot to say on this topic.

  • One Hundred Years Ago
  • Alfor was the Avatar
  • He and Zarkon grew up together a la Roku and Sozin–they were best friends and rivals, and Zarkon was lowkey jealous that Alfor was the Avatar, never mind he was in line to be Fire Lord and would’ve been pissed if he’d had to step down to travel the world and promote peace.
  • They grew up and grew apart, and they both got married–Zarkon to Honerva, a non-bender living in the Fire Nation, Alfor to an Air Nomad he met while learning airbending.
  • Alfor met Coran in the Earth Kingdom–Coran is a non-bender scholar exploring the world and spending more time picking fights with thieves and stumbling into booby-trapped ruins than engaging in actual scholarship.
  • Allura is born and lives with her mom at the Eastern Air Temple while Coran and Alfor continue exploring, eventually reconnecting with Zarkon. When Allura is a little bit older, she starts exploring with her dad and learning the foundations of bending–she’s an airbender, but she wants to be able to teach people from all nations.
  • Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked…
  • (sorry)
  • Alfor and Zarkon fought–no one knows what about except Allura and Coran, who were present at the start of the conflict but disappeared in its wake. Alfor’s last act was a feat of energybending (bending the spirit itself). Allura assumed he meant to strip Zarkon of his firebending, but instead he sealed Allura and Coran in a pocket off the spirit world, trapping them in a kind of stasis for a hundred years.
  • Zarkon, of course, was quick to brag about his victory–not only did he kill Avatar Alfor… he killed the Avatar while he was in the Avatar State, severing the Avatar Cycle.
  • (Zarkon was trying to steal the Avatar Spirit from Avatar in order to become the Avatar himself. Honerva’s experiments led to her venturing into the spirit world, where she came into contact with a spirit that gave her something very like energybending, and she thought she could snatch the dying Avatar Spirit and transplant it at the moment of Alfor’s death–but it failed.)
  • Zarkon ended up (forcibly) taking in a spirit of his own, much as Honerva did, so they both survived a hundred years, building up the Fire Nation to what it is today.
  • Present Day
  • Keith lives in a remote region of the Fire Nation. He’s a guard at a military prison, but he’s never actually seen combat, and he works with a group of Fire Nation rebels (led by Kolivan, a firebender.) Keith wants to play a more active role in the rebellion, but as a non-bender he’s not entrusted with difficult missions.
  • Lance’s family is part of the Northern Water Tribe, where his father and older brother are powerful waterbenders. Lance tries to live up to their reputation, but he has no bending and most people figure he’ll never amount to much.
  • Hunk works at a popular restaurant in the Earth Kingdom. He has a quiet life, and he tries not to stick his nose into war business–easy enough, since he has no bending or military training. The biggest problem in his life is the fact that his boss doesn’t seem to want to give him a chance to prove himself, even though he knows he could do so much more.
  • The Holts are part of a small band of Air Nomads–the last remnants of the culture Zarkon tried to stamp out. The airbenders were all killed in the years following Avatar Alfor’s death, but some civilians managed to escape. Most fled to the Earth Kingdom or found refuge with the Southern Water Tribe (leading to intense retaliation from the Fire Nation and the near total extermination of the Southern Water Tribe), but a small percentage stubbornly held onto their heritage, moving around the world and keeping their culture alive. Sam Holt is the leader of their band, and Matt is their historian–tasked with remembering the past and passing it on to the next generation. Pidge builds things–all kinds of things–in an attempt to revive the airbending her people have lost.
  • Shiro was born in the Fire Nation but when he came of age and received a summons from the army, he went on the run. He never agreed with Zarkon’s rule, and he learned from his parents what the other peoples of the world have to offer. So he runs, surviving however he can, until he stumbles across the Holts and their band of Air Nomads, who take him in and help him disappear.
  • Zarkon tracks Shiro down and takes not only him, but Sam Holt–as “justice” for “sheltering a war criminal.” Matt fights back, and Zarkon takes him, too, leaving the rest of the nomads to spread the story so others know not to defy him.
  • Pidge sneaks off after her family and Shiro, tracking them to the prison where Shiro is being kept–not realizing that Ulaz had discovered Shiro in one of Haggar’s experiments and arranged a transfer to the remote prison where Keith is a guard (the plan being to help him escape from there as soon as they can arrange it.) Pidge nearly takes Keith’s head off before he convinces her he’s not her enemy, and by that point the prison knows there’s an intruder and are mounting their defenses. Together Keith and Pidge break Shiro out and go on the run.
  • But Shiro’s been changed by his time in Haggar’s hands. He’s a bender now–and energybender. His memory is in shambles, so he doesn’t know what Haggar did to him to give him the most ancient form of bending, but it worries him.
  • Meanwhile, in the Northern Water Tribe…
  • Lance is a little shit who takes a lot of risks in an attempt to prove himself, one of which involves venturing into the forest at the North Pole where the Northern spirit portal is located. There, he accidentally opens the gate, releasing Allura and Coran.
  • Allura, scared and confused, demands an explanation, advancing on Lance when he doesn’t have answers for her. He panics, thinking she’s one of the dangerous wild spirits he heard stories about growing up, and–somehow–reflexively bends a barrier of ice around himself.
  • (At the same moment, elsewhere:
  • Hunk, biting into a rock hard cookie he was trying to bake, yelps in pain and bangs his fist on the wall to try to ride out the pain. A fist-sized chunk of rock tears up through the floorboards of his house and narrowly misses the back of his head. It punches a hole clean through his wall and embeds itself in the garden wall out back.
  • Keith, Pidge, and Shiro are fleeing a small force of Fire Nation soldiers. With Shiro in bad shape and Pidge not trained in combat, Keith is their primary line of defense. It’s not going well–his sword against half a dozen soldiers, one of whom is a firebender? Yeah. But he’s not giving up. Injured, exhausted, and beginning to despair, he forces himself to launch one final attack, screaming as he charges–and releasing a wave of fire with the next swing of his sword.
  • Keith’s sudden bending startles the enemy, but they still outnumber him, and he obviously doesn’t have any training–his bending is wild and unfocused, and the soldiers back the trio into a dead end surrounded by cliffs on all sides. At the last second, Pidge panics and bends a tremendous gust of wind that carries them all to the top of the cliff.)
  • Alfor fractured the Avatar Spirit
  • After sealing Allura and Coran in the spirit world, Alfor tried one last time to reason with Zarkon, but he knew it was useless. Zarkon wanted to be the Avatar and would not stop until Alfor was dead. Fearing for the fate of the world, Alfor entered the Avatar State, then turned his energybending on himself, excising the Avatar Spirit and splitting it into five pieces. The Avatar Cycle ended, but the strength of the Avatar lived on, free from Zarkon’s influence.
  • It takes Allura some time to realize what happened, but the fact that Lance wasn’t a bender before and now suddenly has the ability to waterbend–and far more strongly than any other bender at the North Pole–is a compelling argument. Allura can sense the other pieces of the Avatar out there, and though Lance is unsure about leaving his home, Allura and Coran convince him that he’s part of the team that could actually take down Zarkon once and for all.
  • They set out, Allura using what she learned from her father to train Lance in waterbending. They find Hunk and then the other three, who are still scouring the Fire Nation in search of Sam and Matt Holt.
  • It’s Allura who tells Shiro that his energybending comes from a fragment of the Avatar Spirit. Haggar didn’t give it to him, she just wanted to study it after she realized he possessed a power long lost to the world–one that she and Zarkon reclaimed for themselves, but that no one else should have access to. Shiro, as a point of fact, holds the core of the Avatar Spirit–though he cannot access any of the elements, he has the potential to remove or restore someone’s bending, to enter the spirit world through meditation, and (in theory) to connect with the spirits of the past Avatars.

From there, the team trains together under Allura–first learning how to bend, then learning how to work as a single unit. Together they are as effective as the Avatar. They are the Avatar. But if they can’t work together, then they’re just as likely to get in each other’s way. Things get better after Shiro learns to enter the Avatar State–he’s the only one who can do it spontaneously, though the others can use him as a sort of bridge to access that same power and knowledge (it doesn’t grant them elements other than their own, but it does unite them in mind and purpose with anyone else currently in the Avatar State, making them the perfect team.)

anonymous asked:

" i didn't know where to go " ❤ #67 !? you're amazing

67. “I didn’t know where to go to.”

It was a stupid idea, probably one of the dumbest ones he’d ever had.

She broke up with him, scratch that, Archie had broken up with him, and then he had kissed another girl. He had kissed another girl.. Jesus Christ. that same girl was currently sitting in his trailer probably wondering why he had jumped back so fast his chair flipped over, why he had apologized through a busted lip about eighteen times before he flew out the trailer and made his way to this very street. The whole situation was a mess, a flaming pile of crap that he was lucky enough to step right into.

But still, he was here, standing on the front porch of the girl he was so desperately in love with the thought of her made his chest ache. And he was bleeding… like a lot. It was coming from everywhere, his nose, his lip, the cut above his eye, it had been about two hours since he had gotten the beat down of his life and he was still bleeding. Sure Toni had tried to help but holding a frozen bag of peas to his shoulder wasn’t really enough to fix his most definitely broken jaw.

And so he knocked.

He knocked right through the sound of her tiny feet padding down the stairs, he knocked through her soft voice calling out “I’m coming! I’m coming.” And he was still knocking when Betty Cooper ripped open the front door a baseball bat raised over her head as he came face to face with his completely worn down girlfriend.

“Jughead?” The Beautiful Blonde gasped, her eyes instantly filling with tears. She looked beautiful but she looked terrible, her normally shiny blonde hair was dull and limp as it fell over her shoulders, the dark purple bags under her eyes rivaled the bruises under Jugheads and her hands clenched around the baseball bat were ravaged by moon shaped scars. She dropped the baseball bat at her side and moved to Jughead, her shaking hands cupping his cheeks “oh Juggie.” She whispered.

“I… I didn’t know where to go.” He whispered, eyes fluttering closed at the touch of her cool hands against his swollen skin.

Betty grabbed him by the hand, pulling him inside but not before she poked her head through the front door, glancing around anxiously before she slammed it shut and double locking the locks. She sat him down on the couch, his tired legs instantly giving out as he melted into the soft cushions. And then she was gone, disappeared into the hallway.

It was quiet in her home, he hadn’t even thought of her parents, where were Alice and Hal? Would they really leave their daughter all alone at night after she had received a threatening letter from a murderer?

She was back almost as soon as she’d left, an incredibly large first aid kid perched in her lap, she was avoiding eye contact, her demeanor serious as she focused on the task at hand.

“You need stitches” She whispered “that’s why the bleeding won’t stop. I took a veterinary course last summer so I can stitch that up for you. Your nose isn’t broken but your jaw is dislocated, you can probably snap it back in place. This is going to sting more than anything.” Her tiny fingers went to work stitching up the cuts on his face.

It was silent while she worked, quiet, but not the comfortable quiet that always seemed to flow between the two, now it was an uneasy, so much they needed to say flying around the air between them, Jughead spoke first.

“Why archie? Why couldn’t you send someone else? Kevin? Hell even Veronica.” Jughead winced as Betty pulled tight to tie the stitch.

“No one else knows.” She whispered.

“Knows what?” Jughead questioned, his head tilting as he tried to catch her eyes.

Betty was crying now, silent tears fell down her cheeks

“I can’t tell you right now. It’s just safer this way. You.. you’re supposed to be safe!” Suddenly a pair of sparking green eyes were burning into his, anger flashing through them.

“Betts, it’s not…”

“No!” Betty cut him off “no, I don’t want to hear it! I don’t want to hear that I won’t understand or that it’s not my fault. I’m doing everything I can to keep you safe! Everything I’m doing, everything I’ve done! And then you come here like this! Beat up and… and.” Betty’s eyes landed on the tattoo permanently blazed on jugheads shoulder, after rushing from the trailer he hadn’t grabbed his jacket leaving him in only his wife beater.

“I know that it’s scary..” Jughead started again.

“No jughead, I’m not sure you do know how scared I am.” Betty whispered now, her shoulders slumped in exhaustion as she wrapped gauze around a gash on jugheads forearm before stepping back, her arms wrapped around her body. “You should go, just..let me get you one of my dads jackets, it’s freezing out there.”

She was about to walk away, about to walk out of his life once again, and he could let that happen. Jughead grabbed her arm, halting her movements as he blurted out.

“Toni kissed me.. I … I kissed her back just for a second.”

Betty whipped around, tears rolling down her face as she opened her mouth to respond, Jughead cut her off this time

“ It was wrong, I was emotional, upset, I thought you hated me, I just.. It felt good to know that someone wanted me, that’s no excuse and you can never know how sorry I am. But I need you to know, I felt nothing. When we kissed it was just white noise, I was thinking of you. When we kiss, you and me, it’s everything. I love you Betty cooper and I have made so many mistakes and it’s selfish of me to want you to be by my side through them but god, I do. I want you, only you. “

Betty was openly sobbing now, tears matching Jugheads.

It was going to be hard, it seemed like every bad thing in the world was being thrown at them, forces unknown pushing them apart but… Romeo and Juliet loved each til the day they died and damnit if Betty wasn’t willing to try.

So with a broken voice and a healing heart, Betty reached for Jugheads hand.

“Okay Juggie, Okay.”

Tired of hiding

This one is for the lovely anon who sent me the prompt. I really really hope it lives up to your idea and how you imagined it. *crosses fingers* *worries*

(Note to everyone else reading this - the idea and most of the storyline isn’t mine)

Summary: Baz starts going to an LGBT+ club at Watford, Simon finds out and it changes the way he sees Baz

Warning: homophobia (well… kind of. It may all just be a big misunderstanding)

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anonymous asked:

prompt: set in the evening of june 13th's clip, the balloon boys are filming a hei briskeby video and yousef takes his phone out mid-video to check his notifications since he didn't have the time to during work and he had it on silent as well, and sees sana's text and forgets how to breathe and doesn't know how to react but is trying to act chill anyways because they're filming but is too shocked to answer back etc etc

Heey!

I wrote this pretty quick and I don’t know if it’s what you wanted but I really hope you like it :D ♥


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“You know what we should do?” Mikael said as Elias let the boys into his house

“What? asked Elias

“A live video!!” Mikael answered excited “I’ve seen lots of youtubers doing that, I bet people would watch that!”

“But do we have to do that today?” Yousef asked not really excited about it “Today is being a hard day at work, I haven’t had a break”

“Come Yousef, stop complaining! Mikael’s idea is great” Adam said

“Of course you’re on his side…” Yousef muted.

“Huh?” Adam asked

“Nothing”

“Okay what do you guys think?” Mikael asked Mutta and Elias

“I think it’d be cool” Mutta said “People could ask us questions”

“I’m sorry Yousef but I’m with them, I think it’d be cool. It’d be like the last Hei Briskeby video before you go, it has to be special” Elias said

“Okaaaay, fine. Let’s do it” Yousef said walking to the living room “By the way Elias can you lend me a charger? My phone is dead”

 —x–

 

Sana checked her phone once again, he still hadn’t seen it. She sighed and as she laid on Noora’s bed.

After deciding that they were ditching school, which they were already doing without even noticing, they went to the Kollektiv and they had been there during the whole afternoon. Noora had told Sana everything that had been going on with William while Sana told Noora about her conversation with Yousef, even the throwing grass leaves part.

“Still no answer?” Noora, who was lying by her side asked

“Nope” Sana said “At least he hasn’t seen it yet, that’s good right? That means he’s not just ignoring me…I guess”

“Sana he would never ignore you, believe me the boy is so gone for you”

“He wasn’t really warm towards me on Sunday…he was nice but…you know, not like other times”

“He thinks you don’t like him, the boy is probably just trying not to get his hopes up”

“Ugh, why is everything so complicated?” Sana sighed covering her face with her hands

“Love is complicated but it’s worth the pain” Noora said with a soft voice

“Seriously Noora, you’re starting to get on my nerves with all this positivity” Sana said making her friend laugh

“Ah, Sana life is beautiful”

Sana shook her head but laughed. That’s when her phone beeped. Her heart started to pound fast on her chest as she grabbed her phone with trembling hands, only to be disappointed when she realized that the notification didn’t belonged to facebook but to youtube.

“Is it him?” Noora asked

“Uh…yes and no”

Huh?”

“It’s a notification from Youtube, apparently Elias and the boys are making a live video right now”

“And what are you waiting for?” Noora said sitting on the bed “Go watch it! Yousef will be there”

“So what? It won’t make him answer”

“I know, but aren’t you curious? I mean you’re subscribed to their channel for a reason”

“Okay, you have a point” Sana said rolling her eyes

She opened the youtube app and pressed play.

The boys were at her house, as always. Elias was in the middle with Adam and Mikael on one side and Mutta and Yousef in the other one.

“Okay, okay, okay we’ve waited a few minutes so everyone gets settled but I think it’s time to start” Elias said looking at the camera “Hei Briskeby! We’re here today with a live video, we want you to ask us questions and we’ll answer them”

Sana rolled her eyes, did they think they were famous or something?

“Sana, look at Yousef” Noora said pointing at him in the corner of the image

“What?”

“He has his phone in his hands and it’s plugged, maybe he didn’t have battery?”

“Uh…could be” Sana said checking her phone once again “he still hasn’t seen it though”

 –x–

Elias was answering some question he had received from a viewer when he finally turned on his phone. Yousef had been without his phone the whole day, and only now he was able to check it, not like he would usually receive many texts anyway. He waited a few seconds for it to be completely loaded to unlock it. Meanwhile he tried to act as if he was interested in the video but being honest, he really wasn’t, he didn’t feel like filming that video. Lost in his thoughts, he felt his phone buzz in his hands. He looked down and saw a notification from facebook.

Sana Bakkoush has sent you a friend request

He widened his eyes and before he could tap on the request a message bubble appeared.

Do you want to hang out with me?”

His heart skipped a beat after reading that simple question, because it wasn’t simple, not at all, not when it came from not other than Sana, the girl he was so gone for. His hands were shaking and before he could do anything about it his phone fell to the floor startling everyone in the room

“Yousef bro, what are you doing?” Elias asked him

 –x–

“Oh my god have you seen that?!!?” Noora asked excited “Check your phone, see if he has read your text, come on!!”

Sana opened the facebook app once more and clicked in her conversation with Yousef

“He has, Noora, he has, he has!! What does that mean?”

“It means that the boy completely freaked out when he saw your text and dropped his phone. Oh my god that boy is so in love!!”

“Maybe he just didn’t expect it” Sana said

“Are you kidding? Look at him! He’s blushing”

“Because Elias is yelling at him”

And he was, as Sana and Noora talked the video kept playing

“Yousef bro, what are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, I just dropped my phone” Yousef said blushing

“Well, leave your phone now, we’re making a video” Elias said

“But I need to…”

“You can answer later, just leave it”

Elias stood up and took the phone away from Yousef.

“Are you being serious Elias?”

“Yes, our public is waiting for us”

All Yousef could do was roll his eyes. The girl of his dreams had finally texted him and her brother had taken away his phone from him as if he was 12 years old. A thought suddenly hit Yousef. He had opened the message, he had seen it. Now Sana would think that he was ignoring her

 –x–

“Look at him! He’s panicking!” Noora said laughing “Oh poor boy”

“He’s not…”

“Sana Bakkoush can you stop pretending like you’re not over the moon right now because you’re seeing the boy you like completely freaking out because you asked him out?” Noora said

“Okay, fine, it’s kind of funny” Sana said biting her lip

“He’s probably so worried because he left you on seen”

Sana looked at the screen and laughed, he definitely looked worried

“Ah, poor boy we have to find a way to contact him” Noora said thinking “I got it!!”

 –x–

“Okay next question” Mikael said as he read the chat they had added to the live video so people could ask their questions “It’s from SB and it says: ‘Yousef are you going to answer me or what?’ dude what the hell?”

Mikael looked at his friend confused, actually all of the boys turned to him confused. But the most confused of all of them? That was definitely Yousef.

“What does that mean?” Elias asked

“Another message!” Adam said taking the phone from Mikael “It’s also from SB and it says ‘it’s not cool to leave a girl on seen, Acar’ Yousef who is that girl?”

“I can’t believe this” Yousef chuckled, then he looked at the camera and added “Elias took my phone, I can’t answer you”

“Who are you talking to?” Mutta asked

“Another message from SB: ‘Then answer me now, look at the camera and answer’” Mikael read.

“Okay, you asked for it” Yousef said laughing and getting a little closer to the camera “Yes, Sana Bakkoush, I’d love to hang out with you”

“Wait, Sana Bakkoush? As in my sister Sana Bakkoush?” Elias asked “What is going on?”

“Well, it seems like our video is over now” Yousef said still looking at the camera “We’ll see you in the next Hei Briskeby video, goodbye!!”

He then stood up and stopped the filming. He had an explanation to give to his friend and a girl to set a date with.


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Ahh I’m sorry if this is bad and short. Also I hope it’s not confusing with the texts and everything

And also I’m sorry I didn’t put a screenshot of the fb messages but my phone is dead now and I use the app there so…basically I’m sorry if this is a mess haha

I hope you’ve liked it though

Thanks for the prompt and thank you all for reading!!♥

Sounds Like Home

This will go in the “Headcanon” category. If you want to take this idea and expand upon it, please do! Tag me so I can see what you create! And HERE are my other headcanons!

  • So after a while, the paladins would totally get homesick for simple things, like music. And Coran and Allura would notice.
  • Coran goes back to the shop where they found Kaltenecker and buys this old-timey record player and a few records. They set it up in the ship and turn it on.
  • And it only plays 1920s jazz and swing music
  • Lance, absolutely starved for Earth music, “I can probably get down to this” and does a few dorky dance moves.
  • Coran and Allura look at each other like “what was that?”
  • “Dancing?”
  • They look on in confusion. And the paladins are shocked.
  • They try to explain the best they can about what dancing is and why they do it, but the Alteans just don’t get why it’s fun. They would use it for formal events, but never just for goofing around with friends.
  • Luckily, Hunk knows how to swing.
  • He turns up the record player, takes Allura by the hands and goes at it. She struggles to keep up for a while, but eventually, she’s just laughing and doing her best.
  • Coran is so excited about this strange human custom, so he takes Pidge as a partner. She was never one for dancing, but Coran takes the lead. They are by no means actually swinging, but they’re having the time of their lives and almost rolling on the floor with laughter trying to do each other’s foreign steps.
  • Shiro’s content just sitting next to the record player and watching all his friends have so much fun (he’s also keeping an eye on the ship so they don’t crash)
  • Which leaves Lance and Keith
  • Lance looks at Keith like (¬‿¬)
  • Keith rolls his eyes “Fine.”  Lance takes lead.
  • Except Lance can’t lead for shit. He keeps looking at Hunk’s feet, which are doing stuff too complicated for him to keep up
  • And eventually, Keith gets fed up “If we’re going to dance, let me lead.”
  • Keith also knows how to swing. It goes hand-in-hand with being so agile and precise in fighting.
  • Everyone is amazed. Lance and Pidge knew Hunk could swing because he would listen to it in the Garrison. But KEITH?!
  • “I had a lot of time out in that desert shack, okay?”
  • Lance goes heels over head, literally. Keith dips him.
  • They pull out the record player anytime they’re feeling particularly down or homesick. It never fails to cheer them up.

anonymous asked:

could you do msr cuddling for comfort pls? (7 from prompt list)

Set immediately after “Paper Clip”. 

“You don’t have to stay here with me, Mulder. I’m fine.” The words feel heavy on her tongue; just as heavy as his arms around her shoulder. She wants to push him away from her and she wants to cling to him here in the sterile hospital room that’s void of her sister’s presence.

“You need to go home, Scully. Where is your mother? I thought maybe you could stay with her for a while.” Disappointment bubbles up inside of her. She can’t recall the last time Melissa smiled at her, made fun of her. The only picture in her head right now is not of her sister. It’s her mother blinking away angry tears. ‘I need some time alone, Dana’, and all she could do was watch her mother shoulder her purse and leave her other daughter, the one who was still alive, here in the dead room. She had not been there when her sister, her mother, all her family had needed her most. Her punishment now is her solitude; the one she used to fight for all through her childhood.

“She went home,” she tells Mulder evenly, not allowing her emotions outside, “She wanted to be alone.” Right now, Scully imagines, she’s calling her brothers and giving them the news. There’ll be unspoken allegations and questions; Dana’s fault, she can almost hear Bill’s voice in her head. Is this about Dana? Charlie might ask, never jumping to conclusions head first, always ready to give his big sister the benefit of a doubt. This time, though… she doesn’t deserve it. The bullet had been aimed at her and she feels it almost, pain spreading in her abdomen, but someone else had taken it for her. Her sister.

“Let me take you home then,” Mulder’s voice is gentle, yet persistent, “You shouldn’t be here.” He’s wrong, of course. She should be here. It should have been her. Were Melissa here, she would laugh at her. Things happen for a reason, Danes. This crime, though, there is no reason for it. No sense in it. It should have been her, not Melissa. Scully turns to Mulder, her vision slightly blurry.

“I’m fine, Mulder. You go home. These last few days haven’t been easy for you either.” He shakes his head and she feels it more than she sees it.

“I’m not leaving here without you. Come on.” he says but Scully remains frozen, her eyes fixated on the empty hospital bed; she can’t believe Melissa has been here and is gone now. A world without her seems implausible.

“I can’t go home, Mulder.” Her voice is barely above whisper and when Mulder doesn’t react, she fears he didn’t hear her. Then his hand is on her shoulder, strong and certain.

“You can stay with me. Just let’s get out of here, all right?” She can’t. She just can’t. “Please.” He adds, his voice almost breaking and finally she nods.

The drive to his apartment is quiet. She doesn’t have any clothes with her, no overnight bag, nothing. He asks if she wants to take a shower and she shakes her head no, but changes her mind and gives him a nod instead. Mulder rummages through his drawers and finally comes up with a faded T-Shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

“They should almost fit.” His smile is warm, gentle, and she mouths a thank you as she takes the clothes from him. They smell clean and faintly of him. She locks herself in his bathroom, takes off all her clothes and crumples them up. She throws them into a corner knowing she’ll never wear them again.

When she emerges twenty minutes later, Mulder is making up his couch. He gives her an apologetic look and continues trying to make the couch as comfortable as possible.

“Where will you sleep?” Scully asks him. She’s seen his bedroom or rather the room where his bed should be.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m sorry I don’t have a real bed for you.”

“Mulder, you need to sleep, too.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Really, Scully. Don’t worry about me.” How can she not worry about him? His face shows exhaustion and something she interprets as sorrow. A look he reserves for his sister usually. This time she knows it’s for her sister, for Melissa. She doesn’t know what passed between these two when she was in the hospital, grasping for her own life. Melissa had merely smiled when she’d asked about it and Mulder? He hadn’t said anything except that he couldn’t believe she and Melissa were sisters.

“Scully?” His voice jolts her back to reality; a reality where she can’t ask her sister for advice, ask her to comfort her, be there for her in return. Tears constrict her throat and Scully refuses to let them fall. It might be easy for Mulder to show her this side of him; this vulnerable man, who is not invincible, who doesn’t know how to handle things and dives in first. A man who sleeps on the couch, lulled to sleep by the sound of fish swimming in a darkness illuminated by their tank, hoping his demons won’t find them in the faint light.

“Mulder, I want you to – could you stay here with me?” His surprised expression soon gives way to an uncertain smile.

“Of course,” he clears his throat, “If that’s what you want.” Scully nods and sits down on the couch. It feels soft and surprisingly right. She stares up at Mulder, who switches off the lights before he carefully lies down behind her. Scully, still in her upright position, feels him there; his warmth a comfort she is not ready to allow herself just yet.

“Just try to sleep, Scully.” But she is afraid to close her eyes. She is afraid that her demons might find her here in this strange apartment. Mulder’s hand comes up to touch her back. When she doesn’t stop him, he begins to gently draw circles there.

“It’ll be all right, Scully. I promise. I’ll be here.” Just as a test, she closes her eyes. Soothing darkness, nothing else. Opening her eyes again, she draws up her legs and lies down. Their bodies barely touch and it’s not enough. Scully scoots back until her back is to his chest. She feels him startle and recover quickly. His arm tentatively comes up and lands on her hip. Scully feels the question in the air; is this all right? She takes his arm, warm and strong, and puts it fully around her. She clasps his hand, whispers a kiss against it, and blinking a few times, she finally closes her eyes for real. Mulder breathes against her neck, the steady rhythm a gentle lullaby.

“You sleep, Scully,” he whispers against her, “I’ll keep you safe.” And she trusts him, lets herself fall. When she wakes up hours later, a nightmare or maybe just a memory, he tightens his arm around her, leaves a kiss on her neck that they’ll never speak about again and promises her to make it all better.

And she believes him.

Torch of Bellona (Part 4)

Originally posted by davidxhaller

Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 2200

Warning: We’re about to kick things up a notch! Bam! (Okay technically there’s nothing too risque, I mean unless you have an aversion to heavy make-out sessions)

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5- -Part 6-


Not being satisfied with the night before, you join the wagon ride back to your fathers kingdom. Ragnar has a few words of wisdom to share with you and you get yourself a proper goodbye from Ivar. But not before letting it slip what you really want from him.


The guards in the courtyard all tensed as you hopped up into the wagon, sitting beside Ivar’s legs. You almost wanted to giggle from causing such a ruckus without saying a single word.

Aethelwulf stepped up from beside his father and wife, both failing to hide delighted grins. “Princess-”

“My time here is almost up anyway.” You waved. “I figured since this wagon is already heading to my Father, might as well make it easy on everyone and hitch a ride.” you smiled at him innocently like you didn’t know you were settled between a legendary savage and his son, the reason you needed a thick scarf around your neck.

Aethelwulf and all his guards glanced back to Ecbert for his approval and the kings smile was quickly stuffed away, locked tight by a few lazy fingers. “You don’t have to go through such lengths Princess. We can have a carriage ready for you by tomorrow-”

“Oh nonsense! To think I can not be so humble! It couldn’t hurt to have someone keep them company outside of spears and dirty looks could it?”

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Kian Lawley: Break up explanation

You and Kian broke up January of 2016 and got back together June of 2016. You guys had never explained why you broke up but deciding to film a Q&A for your channel you knew that it might come up.

“Hello, my sexy people!” You shouted to your Camera watching as Kian walked over plopping down next to you. “As you guys know I have been dating Kian for awhile now and we decided we would do an AskKianandN/Y. These questions have been coming in hot and I think this we’ll be a good video…hopefully.” You said with a smile as Kian wrapped his arms around you pulling you towards him.

Both of you grabbed your phone’s, scrolling through the tag. “I convinced her last minute, you guys are welcome, to accept all sorts of questions so if you ask us anything dirty, it might be in the video,” Kian said while doing the crab face.

Juniormuderer, what a…creative name, asks how often do you hide N/Y makeup?” You read looking at Kian.

“See this is only a question because you tweeted it. I’ve only done it once and it’s because we were going on a date and I wanted her to have a natural look. She’s so comfortable around me and our friends with a basic look but when we go on dates or film videos she changes her entire face. Which before you guys say anything, it’s not for me. I know she does it because it makes her comfortable, sometimes she does it because her insecurities get in the way and I want to prove to her how beautiful she is and how much I love her.”

“Thank you, Kian for writing a novel about why you hid my makeup.” You spoke, he rolled his eyes leaning in, giving you a kiss.

“N/YISMYMOM asks where is one place you want to go with the other?” Kian read from his phone. "I want to take her to Paris, I also want to go to Paris so it would be a win/win.“

"I want us to go to Italy, Rome specifically.” You started, “I have a list of places I’d want to go, Kian would just be a bonus to take along.” You answered. 

“AshleyCaylen asked, how often do you have sex.” Kian read before you could read yours, a smirk on his face. You could feel your cheeks heating up. "I won’t give a specific number but just know I had to make a condom run yesterday.“ He said as he bit his lip looking at you.

"I already want to stop filming.” You started as Jc came and sat down. 

“For proof, I had to stop vlogging because it happened twice yesterday.” He added before rushing off when you reached for him. “Don’t even think about editing it out!” He yelled as he ran up the stairs.

“Why did you and Kian break up for five months then get back together Emileen asked.” You read biting your lip, “ Are we answering questions about our break up?” You asked, he nodded.

“We got back together because I love her and the five months that we were taking a break, not broken up, I realized that I was an idiot but I didn’t want to be with someone else so I begged and begged her to work it out with me and that’s what we tried to do and we were successful,” Kian explained to everyone, you rolled you eyes looking at him.

“We were broken up Kian, you wanted a break and I was like no bitch, I’ll bleep that out, and was like we’re not together anymore.” You fixed, you gave him a smile squishing his face in your hands. “But I accepted your sorry and now we’ve been together for nine months because it’s March!” You said loudly. 

“Since we’re on a roll, Yamayra asked why did we break up.” Kian read. He looked down not wanting to open the topic back up for the audience to react to but it was bound to happen.

“So Kian filmed a video with Andrea while we were together and at the time I hadn’t really thought about it because to me he can film with whoever he wants. The video got uploaded and I thought the title was clickbait but for all of you who watched the video you can tell that it wasn’t, then I saw her video and let’s just say I was upset but I thought it would be whatever but people started to get to me and I got overwhelmed with the feedback." 

"It was sort of a dick thing, I mean, yeah it didn’t mean anything but the fact that I didn’t talk to her about it before I decided Andrea and I were going to kiss made it a little weirder and I get why she broke up with me,” Kian explained, thinking of the argument and how everything escalated into what it turned out to be.

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You and Kian sat on opposite sides of the couch, not talking. It had been like this all day and it had gotten to the point where Jc left because he could feel the tension in the room. Kian kept glancing over at you though you weren’t paying him any attention you could still feel his glances.

“Can you please talk to me?” Kian asked pausing the movie. You stopped, turning to look over at him. “I don’t know what I did or why you suddenly started to shut me out but you can talk to me.”

“I think it’s best if I work it out myself.” You told him, you went to look back down at your phone bu Kian reached over, taking it.

“Well at least tell me what the problem is, I want to know what’s going in that head of yours.”

“I don’t know if we should continue to be together.” You said you couldn’t take it back, you couldn’t look at him, you looked down at your hands but he held your chin, making you look at him.

“Why? You’ve had to of been thinking about this for a while.” He spoke, he turned your body that way you were facing him.

“You and Andrea…the videos-” You started but he stopped you.

“Are you serious, it’s January, those videos were put out almost four months ago.”

“Let me talk Kian, you kissed her and got in bed wrapped up with her…I don’t know what happened after the cameras got turned off. You..you kissed her and then you guys stopped and did it again, did you ever think of I felt or what I thought when I saw it?”

“It was for a video if it bothered you so much then why are you now just bringing this up?”

“Because I’m not good with feelings, if you watched me kiss another guy for a video you would be mad would you or would you not, and you don’t just kiss someone like that it not mean anything, ” You told him, arms crossed.

“Ye, but I told you I was filming with Andrea.” He retorted quickly,

“Filming, not kissing. Kian, I don’t care that your friends or if you want to film with her but you kissed her, you had this smile on your face as if you missed her or wanted her and I can’t help how I feel and I’m sorry.”

“This is a prank right, you told Jc and that’s why he left and now you have a camera hidden somewhere right?” He smirked standing up to grab his phone. “I’m calling Jc." 

"Unbelievable Kian, not everything is a joke, not everything is for youtube.” You answered, your face heating up as he grabbed his phone. You shook your head looking at him, “I’m going home.” You finished as you grabbed your shoes.

“Yep, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He called out, but he didn’t, he didn't see you for three days until he came over. You answered your door, wanting to close it in his face but you were mature, you could handle the situation like an adult.

“I didn’t know you were serious.” Kian started, “I thought that…that you were just joking about wanting to break up.” He continued. “It was just a video….the kiss was just some dumb kiss and it didn’t mean anything.

"That isn’t the point Kian, the point is you did something and it hurt me and I pushed these feelings down because I was scared you’d be mad at me but when I brought it up you made me feel as if my feelings were inferior.” You spoke as he stepped forward. 

“I get that now and I’m sorry.” He started grabbing your hand to pull you closer. “If I could go back and not do that video I would but I can’t and I’m sorry.”

“I just…I can’t be with someone who pushed my feelings aside like that.” You tried, “I care about you Kian and I get that we make mistakes but there’s some that are hard to forget about.”

“Can’t we just take a break? I’ll give you space to figure everything out.” He mumbled not wanting to let you go, you shook your head retracting your arm.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Kian, just a breakup…that’s what I want.” You told him, and that’s what you got for six months.

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“I hated it,” Kian mumbled laying his head back on the couch pulling you closer to him. “Never break up with me again okay, I won’t do anything to make you want to leave me ever again.” He finished pulling you in for one last kiss before you waved at the camera giving yourself a reminder to edit whatever this was out.

Why Newt Scamander is NOT a cinnamon roll and why he’s flawed:

First of all, I am NOT saying that I hate Newt at all – I LOVE Newt, I LOVE Eddie and I’ve loved watching Eddie act since I saw him in “The Theory of Everything”. I think Eddie is fantastic, and I do love Newt’s character.

HAVING SAID THAT, this rant is more to do with the fandom than anything else – as in, me being pissed off with the fandom because of their “Newt is a precious cinnamon roll/Newt is too good for this world/Newt is perfect/Newt needs protecting” mentality. This isn’t all of the fandom, of course, but it’s a fair few and I’ve found myself getting gradually more and more infuriated over the past few months about it. This shouldn’t be regarded as hate, more as a retort/insight as to why I disagree with this silly mentality.

Let me start off by saying: Newt Scamander is VERY flawed. There, I said it.

Newt is NOT perfect. He’s awkward, has little to no regard for other humans, and is pretty untrustworthy to be honest. How? I present to you, an extract from the screenplay:

TINA
So, you got your wand permit? All foreigners have to have them in New York.

NEWT
(lying)
I made a postal application weeks ago

Small but think: if he’s lying about a postal application, chances are he’s lying about a lot more important stuff too. Either way, she was going to write him up. He had very little to gain from lying. I would also like to add that he’s breaking yet another law (even if it’s silly, it’s still breaking a law).

The thing that we, the audience, have to understand about Newt is that we like him because we know he’s a protagonist – we know he’s Eddie, we know the kind of person he is even before we watch the film. But if you look at it from an inside perspective – i.e. someone who lives in the universe of the film – he’s shady as fuck. He not only didn’t bother with a wand permit application, he also smuggled beasts into the country illegally (he had full knowledge of what he was doing, don’t deny it), apparated with a No-Maj, then didn’t obliviate that No-Maj, accidentally set a Niffler loose in a bank and basically decided “hey, fuck the law, I’d rather expose wizards than lose my Niffler/miss the egg hatching” when he apparated with Jacob. Standing on the steps of the bank, talking to an abusive woman/leader of the NSPS, he probably looked even more suspicious (especially seeing as she openly called him “friend” – which, to be honest, doesn’t really mean a lot but just imagine you’re there and that happens…you’d probably be a bit iffy about it).

How else is Newt untrustworthy in the first half of the film? He lies to Tina about why he’s in New York in the first place and he then blackmails Jacob into sneaking away from the girls’ apartment even though they gave them food and hot cocoa. You know when Newt says “you do realize that once they see you’ve stopped sweating, they’ll obliviate you in a heartbeat”? It’s sly blackmail. He knows that Jacob doesn’t want his memory wiped, he knows that Jacob is enjoying this new world that he’s been exposed to, and Newt is using that to his advantage. The choice in front of Jacob he’s setting out is: “Help me find my creatures and remain in this wonderful world…or, you know, stay here and have your memory wiped”.

I’m not denying the friendship between Newt and Jacob – their friendship is wonderful. But at this point, they aren’t exactly friends really, even if they’re starting to head that way. Newt was perfectly happy to attempt to sneak out of the apartment on his own before Queenie called him out – part of the reason he’s probably bringing Jacob is because he knows that Jacob will say something otherwise. I mean, Jacob is a good guy – he didn’t want to leave because he knew it would be rude to just leave the girls after all they had done for them. I’m not saying that Newt isn’t a good guy, I’m just…well.

Newt also has a total disregard for other humans/safety; “yep, let me throw a Swooping Evil in a No-Maj’s face for a joke”. Total dick move, even if he thought he knew what he was doing. “No-Maj is lying on the floor bleeding – nah, he’s fine, where’s the creatures?”. “Let me bring a No-Maj on a hunt to find potentially dangerous creatures”.

Actual thing in the screenplay when Jacob has been bitten by a Murtlap:

“With TINA’S back turned, NEWT makes towards the door”

What makes Newt turn back?

“TINA emits a guttural scream as the Murtlap comes scuttling out (…) NEWT spins, catching the creature by the tail”.

Newt wasn’t concerned at all for Jacob – “oh, it’s not serious”. Yeah, maybe not to a wizard but to a No-Maj whose physiology is different? Potentially extremely dangerous.

But, yeah, no - Newt is absolutely perfect of course so we’ll forget about it. (sarcasm)

He isn’t just awkward either, okay? He had no problem dragging Jacob down into the case, nor when it came to pushing Tina’s hair back at the docks. Every time I see a fic where he stutters out “I-I-I-I l-lo-love you”, I puke in my mouth a bit. That is so OOC and silly. When it’s humans he knows and likes (loves, in Tina’s case, fight me), he’s more confident and assured – so please stop saying that he’s awkward and will forever be so awkward that he cannot have human friends/love interests.

Newt has great qualities, of course, I’m not denying that…but please stop writing him/saying he’s perfect…or that he’s “too good for this world”/”too pure”/”too innocent”. He’s really not. He’s flawed, as all the best characters should be, and if you love his character then you should also be able to say “he’s got flaws and that’s okay”.

With this image of him being “perfect”, there comes my next pet-peeve: Tina hate.

I have legit seen people say that Newt is “too good/perfect” for Tina. I can’t even begin to sum up the stupidity of that idea; shipping aside, they’re both flawed characters in their own ways and that’s totally fine. I feel that some of the Tina-hate stems from either jealousy or the idea that Newt is too perfect; it’s like “oh, my OC is perfect because she’s just like Newt”. Please, no. Don’t.

Tina-hate also seems to stem from the fact that she “turned Newt in”. The usual rant goes here: a) it was her job, b) he’s pretty shady, c) you’d all complain if she put a guy she barely knew over getting her career back on track….etc. etc. Suddenly, because Tina DID HER JOB and it happened to involve arresting Newt, that makes her the fandom’s number one enemy.

Tina isn’t the only one I’ve seen receive hate: I legit saw someone say that they hated Queenie for “forcing Newt to get with Tina” and I just…? Since fucking when? How does “you need a giver” translate as “you have no choice but to marry my sister and live in Dorset with her”?

As I said, this fandom is so obsessed with the idea of “precious cinnamon roll Newt is too good too pure he needs protection”. He’s NOT this. Please stop making him like this. He’s a flawed man, he makes mistakes, as do we all, he’s far from perfect.

As I said before, I love Newt, he’s a great character, but the way that the fandom categorizes him as “a perfect sexy wonderful cinnamon roll who is too good for this world” is actually vomit-inducing and makes me start wanting to hate him – it genuinely puts me off being in the fandom when they push the idea that a character is too flawless, and Newt isn’t flawless which is why he’s a great character.

This rant made little to no sense really and I’m now off to write fanfics.