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A To-Do List for White Fandom

I’ve seen several posts circulating today about racism in multiple fandoms. The arguments and counterpoints I’ve seen are not unexpected. For background: I am writing instructor and I devote a significant portion of my classes to discussions of media representation. Why? Because I realized I was doing everything that these posts talk about: Ignoring characters of color, sidelining them for white villains or sidekicks with far less screen time, ignoring women of color entirely, etc. And all the while, like so many of you, I said, “I’m not racist.” I had in-universe explanations for why I liked this ‘ship over that one, this character more than that. I could defend and explain everything.

Racism is not who you are. It is what you do. And here’s a fact: All white people do racist things. We’ve been trained to, taught to. It’s in our culture, all around us. If you’re white, our culture has allowed most racism to be entirely invisible to us. Racism isn’t just yelled slurs and burning crosses. Often, racism is simply *not caring* about people who aren’t white. Racism is an inability to empathize with or care about the story of someone who is not white.

IF YOU’RE FEELING DEFENSIVE, PLEASE KEEP READING. I beg you. That’s exactly the feeling we have to push through. I’m going to give you a brief list of actions we can take. And I know these are important because I have to do them, all the time. Because the poison is in me, too.

If you truly believe in equality and want to be a better person, then here’s what we, as white fans, have to do:

1. BE BRAVE ENOUGH TO BE UNCOMFORTABLE. It absolutely sucks to realize you may have hurt someone, or that you might be wrong. Realizing you’ve done something racist is a stomach-churning reality check. Have the courage to face it. Don’t run from it.

2. INSTEAD OF LOOKING FOR WAYS YOU’RE NOT RACIST, LOOK FOR WAYS THAT YOU *ARE*. It’s comforting and tempting to itemize the ways in which we’re open-minded. See #1 again. Don’t let yourself be comfortable. Instead, look for what you do and ways you contribute to fandom racism. Maybe it’s reblogging or creating gif sets that leave out main characters of color. Maybe it’s forgetting to include them in your fanfiction, even when they would rightfully be there. Maybe it’s reducing them to stereotypes or caretakers for white characters. Maybe it’s ‘shipping the white leads with anyone but the POC around them. Maybe it’s accusing POC fans of “starting drama” when they discuss racism. Look at your actions and be honest with yourself.

3. PUT IN THE EFFORT TO FALL IN LOVE WITH POC CHARACTERS. Here’s the thing: It’s easy for us to fall in love with white male heroes and villains. It’s what we’ve been training for all our lives, with every movie, television show, and book we’ve ever enjoyed. Media *encourages* us to love white men. So yes, falling in love with a character of color will be harder, and it probably won’t “just happen.” So, truly look at Finn and Poe, at Cassian Andor and Bodhi. Truly look at Luke Garroway and Magnus Bane, at Luke Cage, at Iris West and James Olsen, at Michonne. Seek out ways to connect with their feelings and their stories. Look at them as full-hearted, three-dimensional human beings. Force yourself to become obsessed with them. If you do this, I would be absolutely shocked if you don’t fall in love with one of them.

4. LISTEN TO POC FANS. Yes, even if they’re angry and call you names. For my research, I spend a lot of time on blogs that talk about hating white people, hating white fans, hating white feminists. The language is furious and vitriolic. So what? They have every right to be angry. Instead of judging their anger, LISTEN to it. Try to be better. Don’t say “not all white fans,” or “not all white people.” Instead, try to be a better white person. Be a better white fan. Be a white fan who is brave enough to look at themselves and truly be an ally. Do not silence POC fans. I promise you: Listen, and you’ll realize they’re not overreacting.

5. REMEMBER THAT “ALLY” IS A VERB. Our thoughts count for nothing. It’s our actions that speak for us. Maybe you’ve read all this and you still want to insist that you’re not racist. Okay. But your actions might be. Challenge the stereotypes that exist in your head, learn to identify them as stereotypes and be willing to hold yourself and other white fans accountable.

6. REPEAT STEPS 1-5 FOREVER. We cannot cure our internalized white supremacy in a weekend. This is a forever gig. But it’s one of the most worthwhile tasks you can ever give yourself. Want to feel like you’re changing the world? Here’s where it starts.

Inevitably there’s more to add to this list. I’m always learning, but I thought it might be useful to share a few of these steps I’ve learned along the way. I love fandom. I believe profoundly in the transformative power of fanfiction, fan creations, and the friendships forged through our shared love of media.

I believe we can become BETTER PEOPLE through fandom. But it will not happen without our willingness to be transformed.

Friends Part 4

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2643

Warnings: Fluffy, loads of Bucky being a cute pie some sexual innuendos and some sexual tension.

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

credits to the gif owner

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You take a sip of your coffee as you look at the computer in front of you; you are never going to understand why you accepted a job at the Stark Industries, sure they pay you really well but looking at budgets all day was starting to make you crazy.

To be honest, the budget in front of you is the least of your concerns, it’s been five days since Bucky went on a mission and you still haven’t heard from him. Usually, he texts you to let you know that he was alive and well. But so far nothing, according to Natasha they are fine but the mission is a lot more complicated than they anticipated.

You wish they would be home soon, you hated worrying much, you couldn’t sleep when you were worried.

You almost have a heart attack when you hear your phone ringing, you look at the id caller expecting it to be Dan but no it is Wanda. This is odd she never calls you “Hey Wan is everything fine?” Your mind goes to the worst scenario possible, afraid that something might have happened to Bucky.

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Writing Antagonists: (Aka, Your Villains and Bad Guys)

The antagonist is often either one of the most fun things to write, or the most dreaded. But either way, they are a key element of the story, and that cannot be ignored. So, let’s talk about how to make a really great antagonist.

You may have in the past met a writer or teacher or whomever who insists on using the words “protagonist and antagonist” over words like “hero and villain.” Personally, I am not so stingy about it, I feel that I know what you mean anyway so it doesn’t really matter- what there is a legitimate reason as to why you should at least try to think of your villain as your antagonist instead.

And that reason is connotation. Well, denotation too, really- villain and antagonist aren’t completely the same thing, but I’m bringing it down to connotation. 

Simply said, when you think of the word “villain”, you’ll think something like “that’s the bad guy in the story.” And when you think of the “antagonist”, you probably think “that’s a fancy word for villain, aka the bad guy in the story.”

But antagonist isn’t just a fancy word. It’s a fancy concept. It means “the guy that opposes the good guy.” That can be on any argument or view. When writing your antagonist is to remember that nothing is black/white, good/bad thinking, and that includes your antagonist.

Let’s map out the steps to making a complex villain- aka, an antagonist.

First, remember that your antagonist (usually) is a person, just like your protagonist. It might help to develop them outside of their intentions first, and put a person to the upcoming reputation.


Chances are, your antagonist didn’t just rise up out of the ground ready to kill. They came from somewhere. Your readers don’t even have to know everything about your antag’s backstory, but you do, if you want to really understand them. It often holds the key reason as to why your antagonist is where they are. The drive behind anger, revenge, change, or pleasing someone else can come from the events in their background.

Why do they hold the beliefs they hold? Were they raised that way? Were they taught by some mentor figure? Were they cover from a reality they couldn’t bear? Are they trying to please someone, or get revenge on someone who displeased them? The answer should be in their background.


Remember, every villain is a hero in their own mind. They believe that what they are doing is necessary, even if they recognize that it is unpleasant. What are they fighting for? Why does it matter to them so much, that they are willing to overlook all the harm they do?

“The Greater Good”: This is one of the more common and understandable villain motives. They believe that what they are doing now is paving the way to a better future. But keep in mind that what your antag views as a “better future” may be very, very different than the average opinion. Maybe a “better future” for them is a genocidal purge or the world ending in flames. Who knows.

That’s not the only type of motive. Be creative. Work with the information you established in your character’s background to find the most reasonable motive.

Tipping Point:

This is going to be related to your background and motive in an interesting way. Think of your antagonist as a character who has already completed their Character Arc and reached a negative end. Look at the points of change on the character arc- the ones that push your character farther down their path. What are those events? Those are the tipping points that prompted your character towards becoming they way they are now- those key moments where your character had a choice, and they chose to become bitter, hateful, vengeful, cold, or other negative things.

These could be the deaths of loved ones, the promptings of a mentor, or a moment of injustice that made them realize that the world isn’t always kind.


This is the part where you develop them outside of their intentions. How do they behave? 

It’s tempting to just say that your villain is a villain because they torture and kill people. But those are not the only things that make a villain a scary or serious threat. Some characters might jump to violence easier than others. Some might be more into psychological torment. Some might actually seem really charming or persuasive, which is frightening in it’s own way- they might actually be tricky enough to confuse you into making bad decisions on your own. Think about your character’s background again. What makes the most sense for them as a person?


This is how your antagonist comes across to others. Keep in mind that your reader and your other characters don’t know your antagonist like you do. How does this person present to the world? 

-Are they open to discussion/negotiation?

-Are they open about their intentions?

-How quick are they to violence?

-What are their methods of war?

-When you meet them, are they charismatic, quiet, charming, vulgar? Do they have a sense of humor, or are they stoic?

-Do they seem to enjoy what they are doing, or do they express regrets even as they do it?

Moral Complexity:

What are they willing to do to achieve their goals? Do they have weaknesses in their personal lives?

1. Do they have noble ends behind their controversial means?

2. Is there a line even they won’t cross?

3. Do they have someone/something that they care about?

4. Do they prefer to do the killing/torturing etc themselves or do they just give the order?

Remember that if your antagonist does have any of these moral weaknesses, they are not going to want to show it. One has to keep up intimidating appearances, after all. 

Speaking of appearances…


This part is here to tell you what not to do. There are certain appearances that are getting really old with villains.

1. Dressing in all black. Why do they even do that? It’s time to stop associating black with “bad” and white with “good”. It just isn’t like that, so stop making villains all dark and stuff.

2. Scars. I think scars are pretty cool, don’t get me wrong. But if there is no relevant reason for it to be there, don’t talk about it all the time. That goes for all characters, not just villains. Like the color black, scars are not just a villain thing. Everyone has them. Don’t associate them with “bad.”

3. Sexy. I get the idea that making a villain attractive makes them harder to hate, but that can be kind of a cop out of actual complexity. Again, if there is no legitimate reason to make your villain sexy, then don’t. It’s not necessary.

4. Ugly. I hesitate to call any traits inherently ugly, but if you’re striving to make your character unpleasant looking just because they’re bad, then once again, you are associating feature=evil, which is not creative at best and seriously socially harmful at worst. 

Basically, your villains should be just as diverse as anyone else. You don’t need stereotypes to make them scary. Sometimes it’s scarier than anything else to just have an average person. It sort of adds to the idea that anyone could be a villain. And that’s pretty frightening.

Key Point:

- Complicate your villains. They’re not just Evil McEvilpants. 

That’s it for now, but like anything else in writing, antagonists have a lot of possibility and exceptions. But that was your basic rundown on the things to consider when making a complicated antagonist. 


Hot For Teacher [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Character: Rick Grimes

Word Count: 4,022

Prompt/Summary: High School/University AU 

Warnings: Smut, Language, Dirty Talk, Taboo Relationship, Unprotected Sex

Note: I’m baaacccckkkk! Sorry, it took me so long to start writing again, this pesky thing called real life kept getting in the way. Anyway, here is some STRAIGHT UP FILTH for @such-a-common-girl ‘s 1K Writing Challenge. Congrats Ana! No one deserves 1K more than you, girl! Enjoy!

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after dark adventures

genre: boyfriend!au

star of the show: NCT’s Jaehyun

word count: 4,075 words

author’s note: it’s not a jeff fic without some nasty, so feel free to skip ‘3:51am’ if you wish to do so 

Originally posted by nakamotens

opening line: “What is sleep when we can be doing so much more once the clock’s hand strikes past twelve?”

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There’s No Place Like Home (3)

Avengers x Reader x Bucky

Summary: What happens when a fictional world comes to life? Drama ensues.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 800+

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

“What do you mean that there’s no information about her?” Sebastian–Bucky snapped at Scarlett–Natasha. “How is that even possible? There has to be some trace of her somewhere!”

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BTS reacts to getting into a fight with you.

Lmao I started crying when I wrote this I’m sorry.


Requests are open!

WARNNING: Skip Yoongi if you do not like the discussion of Depression, Bipolor disorder etc.

-Admin Meinai -


Jin: You and Jin weren’t really getting along that night. You tried to help him relax but that only made him more irritable, causing him to snap at you. You both were yelling at each other, you stood your ground as you protested against Jin’s behavior.

“Are you fucking kidding me!? I come home to this!? Just leave!!” He yelled. You jumped in complete shock. But before you could say anything, Jin was already in his room. You took the chance to just go. You didn’t take the car keys. You just grabbed your shoes and left. Disappointed about how everything turned out, it was only 8:45 at night. When Jin calmed down, he looked at the clock. It was 10:38 pm. He got up and out of his room and into the living room. The TV Showed a womens body was found, the women that had been missing for months, Jin’s eyes widen as he slipped on his shoes and ran out the door. Forgetting the car as he ran down the street to find you. Trying not to scream your name to disturb the peace. But when he crashed into someone. He recognized that voice. He looked at you as you had tears down your face, your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Jin sighed in relief as he hugged you tightly.

“Yah!! What are you doing !?” You strained. Jin hugged you tighter, crying into your hair. “I-I’m so sorry, I…I know you’re trying your best. A-And I love you for that. Oh my god I love you so much for that. Please, I’m sorry but please don’t leave me. Please… Don’t leave me so soon.” He cried.

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Yoongi: You stood in the living room as Yoongi would scold you. “Y/N you’re so fucking full of it! Stop playing the fucking guilt trip for once damn it! “ He yelled, you were always a person to keep your feelings bottled up. But today was just down right horrible, you felt you can trust your boyfriend with your feelings. But your fear came true. You already had your feelings stepped on and crushed by other people, sometimes even your family. But your boyfriend? You never felt so empty and useless, well. You have but. Nevermind, you look at the floor as Yoongi kept screaming.

“Depression my ass, if you say you have all this shit prove it! I have problems too!! Why don’t you just sit down and listen to me for once huh!? “ He screamed, stomping closer to you. You fell onto the floor as you covered your head. Yoongi knew this position well, he knew everything about you. He sighed, 

“Get up Y/N….” He said quietly, you stood up, and walked pass him quickly, Yoongi turned around in confusion. “Y/N…? What are you doing-”

“I’m leaving! Since I hardly sit down and listen to your problems!! I’m leaving! You wanted me to leave anyways!!” You yelled, Yoongi’s eyes widen in shock, he never heard you scream before. 

“Why would you say that I don’t sit down and listen to your problems when I can’t even tell you mine over the phone Min Yoongi! I love you so much, but- but this isn’t working at all!! Nobody listens to me at all!! No matter how many times I scream for help no body comes for me! It’s dark in here! I hate it here! I’m scared of pain! I’m scared of the dark! But I hate being here! I’d rather be dead!!! I get called selfish, bitch! Attention hog! And- And all I said was that I was feeling sad! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT ME!! I WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE A HUMAN FUCKING BEING FOR ONCE!!!” You screamed, hyperventilating as you cried harshly. You pulled yourself together as you grabbed your things and walked out the door, leaving Yoongi in such great pain, 

All the things he said was a lie, you sat down with him for hours, listening closely to his problems. While he just merely hung up on you when you tried to come to him for your problems, you had timed where you didn’t say anything at all, and when he did ask what’s wrong. He didn’t listen, he felt like he didn’t care. I did the opposite, of what he should have done. Thinking nothing was going to happen, 

He sat there, in the living room. Listening to silence closely. He didn’t notice that he fell asleep, when he opened his eyes, it was 11:25 pm. He shot up,

“Y/N?” He called as he ran down the hallway to check the bedroom. Every room in the house but no sign of you, he called your phone. Only to see it on the kitchen island. He cursed as he hung up the phone, only for one of his members to call. He picked up the phone,


“Hyung!? Where’s Y/N! We’re getting really worried!” Taehyung cried out, 

“Why-W-What happened-”

“There was this letter that came in the mail, t-this doctor sent Y/N a note. It says she had critical depression, ani-social disorder, bipolar disorder-A-Anxiety  B-But the fans got to it and wrote all these horrible stuff on it, calling her a monster -a -a freak all the horrible things Hyung where is she!?” Taehyung cried, scared for his friend.

“M-My god!” Yoongi screamed as he ran out the house looking for you, he ran down the block, asking people where they have seen you, no luck. When he made it home, he saw you phasing fast in the kitchen in the dark, mumbling to yourself, he walked quietly as he saw you in such a traumatic state.

“God Damn it!!” You screamed, putting the kitchen knife down. You fell onto the floor as you continued crying, 

I’m fine I promise…” 

“Nothing, don’t worry about me, how about you?” 

“Are you okay?”

All the times she worried about me, I never asked her those questions, have I?

“I’m okay… I-I’m okay…. I-I’m not, I’m not okay at all….” You uttered, gripping your hair tightly as you tried to bring yourself together, It wasn’t working, 

“Is this, is this what I’ve been putting you through. “  Yoongi asked, kneeling beside you on the floor, grabbing you into his arms. It all came so fast, he never seen you this hurt before.

You nodded your head no.

“Tell me the truth… Is this what I’ve been putting you through? Is this what has been holding you down all this time?” He askes, it only took a few seconds for you to break. You tried to hold everything together for years, nobody came up to you and truly sat down and listened to you. You gripped onto Yoongi’s sleeves tightly.

“My god… I-I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” He whispered, it took until 4 in the morning to calm you down, he sat down with you. Stayed awake for you to let out everything, answering all the painful questions you wanted to get off your chest. When  Yoongi woke up on Yoongi, your head on his chest as you held on tightly onto his sleeve, he kissed your head.

“I’ll never let that happen again, I’ll never, ever. Let that pain consume you ever again…” He whispered quietly. Holding you tighter.

Originally posted by tahyns

NamJoon : You and Namjoon were at each other’s necks as you were fighting about the party you attended.

“You were too fucking extra Y/N! Clinging onto me like a god damn bug! “ He screamed, you were trying to tell him the reason but he wouldn’t have it, “Go be clingy some where else! I bet your using me for my money huh!? Here! Take it,” He scoffed as he threw all the money from his pocket, throwing at you. He saw all the color from your face when you dropped down and picked up the money off the floor. “Thank you….” Your murmured, you took off all the jewelry he bought, the shoes. You changed into your normal clothes, grabbed your shoes and walked out the door. You called Jin for a ride, he happily accepted and picked you up.

Namjoon was fucking furious, taking his money and just leaving like that. He decided to take his anger into the studio, but as soon as he logged onto his account, he saw all the recent google search history. “Save and rescue animal shelter…” He uttered, he looked around, looking at the same dog, the deposit dates and all, then and e-mail popped up on the side of the screen. He clicked on it, as it was your job. You were some how fired for lack of response at work.

“How in the world….” He trailed off, he jumped as he cell phone rung, looking at the caller Id It was Jin.


“Yah, Kim Namjoon, what happened between you and Y/N?” He asked sternly.

“W…We had a falling out, but she wanted me for my money anyways-”

“I knew you were going to say that, she told me everything. Namjoon, she took that money to get her dog back, the dog her father threw in the pound when she moved in with you. That dog was the last thing she had from her father and she worked since she was 16 to get this dog out of this pound Namjoon. “ Jin explained,

“So…What is that supposed to me-”

“She’s not who you think she is Namjoon, I helped her pay for the dog because what you threw at her wasn’t enough. She never looked so happy when she got her dog back, she’s not a gold-digger Namjoon, she wanted her companion back…” Jin stated, 

“Where are you? “ Namjoon said as he stood up fast, already headed for the door. “We’re at the park near the lake, I’ll see you soon.” Were Jin’s last words before hanging up,

By the time Namjoon got there, he saw Jin staring at you and your dog, you hugged him tightly. 

Namjoon walked up to Jin, “His name is Stanley… She had this feeling that, that dog. Was her last gift from her father before he left her Namjoon, She worked hard for her to get her best friend back, Step up.” Jin said as he pushed Namjoon towards you, he walked quietly, guilt washing over him every step he took towards you.

“Y…Y/N…” He called, you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, he sat down on the grass next to you. He engulfed you into a hug tightly. 

“I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t know. If only you told me-”

“Not everyone has a relationship with there dog like I do… I didn’t want you to feel burdened about something I can handle myself.”

“You worked for so long for him. A-And I made you feel horrible, I’m so sorry…”He sniffeled, I smiled as you hugged him back, only for Stanley to nuzzle his way into the hug.

“Let’s take him home.” Namjoon smiled, your eyes widen as you look at him in shock.

“R-Really? You mean it?” You asked in shock, he nodded.

Originally posted by jhope-shi

Living Nightmare

I blame @chikach00’s headcanon for this story. :P This story is dedicated to her!!

Summary: Lucy thought she was alone, living in a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. She thought there was no hope, but that changed when she found herself running into a certain zombie again and again. Each time she thought he might try to hurt her, but he surprised her in ways she could never imagine. Left 4 Dead AU. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

My second submission for nalu angst week. Day Four: Nightmares

Rated: T, foul language and some violence.

Pairing: Natsu/Lucy

Genre: Angst with some humor

Word count: 6.6K

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Lucy’s heart pounded in her chest as she ran down the alley. Tears lined her eyes, falling down her cheeks despite her attempts to hold back her sobs. They were dead. Every last one of them. Her comrades were torn apart in front of her by a tank, and there was nothing she could do but run. She was out of ammo. Her pistol was useless like this.

No, she was useless.

If she couldn’t save her friends, what was the point of living? She didn’t want to be alone in this fucked up world. What was worse, she couldn’t take her own life now. Her only option was to run or let herself be eaten.

She ran.

Lucy heard the snarls behind her. No matter how far she ran, there would always be more zombies. It wasn’t fair. She had her whole life ahead of her, but then everything came crashing down a few weeks ago. Within hours, Magnolia was overrun. Within days, Fiore belonged to the infected.

Lucy jumped, banging her knee on the dumpster as she climbed on top. The pain barely registered to her, her body working hard to keep itself alive. She grabbed onto the brick building beside her as she placed a boot on the chain link fence. She debated how she should go about jumping over, but all thoughts died when she looked behind her, seeing the hoard of zombies coming straight for her.

“Fuck,” Lucy mumbled, putting all her weight on her foot as she jumped over the fence, landing hard on her ankles. She winced at the pain, but it wasn’t enough to stop her. She would rather die of exhaustion than let herself become one of those horrid things.

The fence worked to stop the hoard, if only for a little while. She used that time to run down the main street, keeping low to avoid attracting attention from any other infected in the area.

She didn’t know how long she ran until she made it to a familiar neighborhood. It was the one she lived in when she was a child. If she went a few blocks up, she would find her childhood house, the one she lived in when her mom was still alive.

Remembering her mother’s death reminded her that everyone she knew and loved were also dead. She was the last one, cursed to live alone until she too fell like the others.

Lucy stole a look around her in all directions, making sure the coast was clear before falling to her knees. She let go, the tears she was trying to hold back falling faster than before. She buried her hands in her face, hating this life she now lived.

Why couldn’t she wake up from the nightmare?

She screamed at the ground, cursing everything around her for this shitty situation. What was the point of living if she had no one by her side, no one to talk to?

Lucy cried, cursing herself and everyone else for leaving her alone. If they had just ran instead of tried to fight that monster, maybe she wouldn’t be alone.

While Lucy cried into her hands, she didn’t hear the distinct growls of a predator coming closer to her until it was too late. The hunter let out a shriek before it pounced, pushing Lucy backwards as it pinned her down.

She screamed as she saw it throw its clawed-hand backwards, ready to rip into her chest and devour her. In that moment, she realized she didn’t want to fight anymore. It would be easier to give up and die. Closing her eyes, Lucy accepted her death.

Only… it never came.

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anonymous asked:

I wonder why stylists dresses jimin up like doll because during debut he had that manly image going on on. Lik how did the transition from manly to doll-like happened?

Anon: Sorry to bother you, I’m so smitten by your blog anyway. We all know Jin, V and Jungkook are the visual line. But I guess Jimin is the “doll” of the group? I think once you mentioned something like this. What I mean is that BigHit (or whoever in charge) seems to dare a lot with him aesthetically speaking. I don’t know if you got what I mean 😂 by the way I need to remark that he slayed every color/style tbvh  

Anon: Can we please appreciate the fact that everyone over at bighit hq gave up on trying to make jimin look manly and rough? They’re like “go and look cute idgaf anymore”   It’s really run era but softer lol            

Jimin’s is very sensitive to the latest fashion trends. And he’s equally sensitive to the fans’ reactions to his face, his body. That hasn’t changed at all since debut. But what has changed is how he wants to be perceived, and more importantly, how he seems to perceive himself.

I mention this a lot but nearly every aspect of how Jimin conducts himself - the way he walks, even the way he talks - has changed dramatically in the last couple of years. (I know most of you can’t speak Korean and may have a harder time distinguishing his speech patterns, but just listen to how he enunciates words back then versus how he speaks now. You can only really hear traces of his “old” way of speaking when he over-exaggerates his satoori or is acting - like in the recent vlive sketch.) So somewhere along the way, a very clear shift happened as Jimin matured, and I think there is a direct link between his change in personality and his change in fashion.

Stylists actively work with each member and take their cues as inspiration. Sometimes it works (everything Jimin does tbh) and sometimes not so much (Jin hated his bangs;; I thought it was cute;;?). But even by idol standards, Jimin’s willingness to experiment makes it possible for the coordis to push the envelope in how they dress him. That’s why he may be willing to appear more androgynous and doll-like. It’s something I don’t think Jimin from 3-4 years ago would have been willing to try. 

How To Change A Fuqboi (Jungkook)

Word Count: 2,917

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet

Rated M (language and suggestive content)

Originally posted by donewithjeon

How to Change a Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Boning and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)


Step 1) Get acquainted*

Obviously, first you need to find him, that “Netflix and Chill” guy who thinks it’s cool to recycle pick up lines from pop songs, ask for “pics” within the first five messages of a conversation, and has the nasty little habit of borrowing his mom’s earrings. They’re everywhere, so really, it shouldn’t be that difficult.

You retrace your steps carefully, gaze glued to the ground. It has to be around here somewhere.

Of course the day you convince your father to let you wear your late grandmother’s silver bracelet, you’d go and lose it.

Maybe it’s along the path you take to your car. Maybe it’s back in your oceanography class. Maybe someone found it and…

Anxiety rips through your veins.

No, it has to be somewhere- you just need to remember where it fell off. Your feet stop carrying you forward as they reach the classroom, bracelet still nowhere to be seen. This is your last chance, so taking a deep breath to futilely fend off the disappointment and subsequent panic, you push open the door.

The professor has long since left and the next session, which you think might be a discussion class, probably won’t start for another half an hour, thus you are mildly surprised to find a student lounging in your exact seat, scrolling through messages on his phone, but also idly fiddling with a VERY familiar piece of fine jewelry.

“Hey!” the rude cry escapes your lips before you can stop it.

The boy looks up, immediately making eye contact and freezing you to the spot. Calling him attractive would do this masterpiece no justice. His muscular shoulders and arms fill out his black t-shirt beautifully, matched with a pair of perfect legs complimented by ripped jeans. And his FACE… his sultry eyes are partially hidden behind sun kissed bangs, hair messily parted slightly to the side in a way that makes it WORK and a jawline so sharp it could split thread.


You immediately know what he is, the coil in your stomach makes it clear, a heartbreaker- nay, a fuck boy. You firmly believe in the live and let live policy, but after the last time, you don’t think you could handle another emotional roller coaster.

It’s almost painful to maintain his gaze, so you drop yours to your feet, voice wavering, “I’m sorry…I… I think that’s my bracelet.”

“Is it?” his voice is the auditory equivalent of tasting thick cake frosting and a smirk quirks the left corner of his lips upward.

“Yes,” you affirm, though sound anything but sure.

“How do I know you aren’t just trying to steal it?” he arches an eyebrow, pinching the bracelet between his index finger and thumb, lifting it for inspection.

You run your fingers through your hair, finding the courage to look at him again, half flustered, half frustrated, “It’s my grandmother’s. Please.”

“Well anyone could say that,” he shrugs, either doing a stellar job at feigning concern or actually (albeit stereotypically) breaking character by showing interest in something that isn’t related to his pleasure, sexual or otherwise.

“Then how can I prove it to you?” you know you sound desperate now, but what else can you do? That’s REAL silver he’s holding.

His smile widens until he’s flashing you a perfect set of pearly whites, “First off, you can tell me your name. I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

*Addendum: acquainted, not to be confused with “friendly” or “intimate.”

Step 2) Keep everything on your** terms

Conversations are, obviously, give and take, push and pull, but try not to lose ground whenever possible. Give a fuqboi an inch and they’ll shove it down your pants.

You waste no time answering his question and Jungkook bobs his head in acknowledgement, a rich hum leaving his throat before he replies, “Alright, nice to meet you. Why don’t you come take a seat so we can talk?”

His suggestion is friendly, innocent enough, and he hasn’t tried anything so far, but hesitation still laces your movements. The seat is cold against your skin, thighs slightly exposed as your skirt settles awkwardly. You pull at the hem, trying to save your decency, cheeks burning for reasons you can’t fathom (or choose not to), voice hoarse, “Can I have my bracelet now?”

“Do you have proof yet?” his tone is teasing.

“Touché,” you sigh, glancing at the clock. Twenty five minutes.

“I think I should keep it safe until I’m sure,” the coyness in his tone is nauseating, “We could-”

On an impulse, tired of this bullshit song and dance, you lurch forward, making a desperate grab for the prize, but Jungkook seems to be one step ahead of you as he, in one motion, collects the silver chain and hides it in his fist.

“Ah, getting antsy are we?” he chuckles. Yes, chuckles. You attempt to withdraw immediately, cheeks coloring, but he catches your wrist with his free hand, “Maybe I won’t think about it so hard if you, say, give me a kiss?”

Jungkook doesn’t fight as you pull away like he’d burned you. It’s not a secret that you REALLY want that bracelet; yet you have NO idea where those lips have been. If you’d been friends- heck, if you had known the guy for more than five minutes, it would have been a POSSIBILITY, but you’d only met… well okay, seven minutes ago.

Still, what other options are available? You can’t really ask a third party for help because as much as you hate it, he’s right. You’ve got NO proof that the bracelet is yours. Jungkook has all the cards and he knows it. The worst part is, he probably knows you know he knows it.

“What if we start by exchanging numbers?” you offer, tearing your gaze away from his hand to force a smile at his face.

His amused grin easily sinks back into a cocky half-smirk, “Sure. Give me your phone and I’ll take care of everything.”

“What? So you have my phone AND my bracelet?” you can’t help yourself.

Jungkook leans forward a bit, resting his cheek against the heel of his palm, sharp gaze boring into your eyes, “Verses giving you my phone and risk letting you hold it hostage until I give you the bracelet?”

He has a point.

With a guttural sound of uncomfortable irritation, you pull the device from your pocket and thrust it at him.

“Thanks babes,” the pet name rolls off of his tongue easily and Jungkook wastes no time slipping his number into your contact list and shooting himself a text. The audacity of some people… well, at least it’s on your terms, not his.

Twenty more minutes-

The door opens, shattering the illusion of isolation. You startle subtly, turning to glare at your newest companion and the fresh hell that’s sure to ensue, but you’re genuinely surprised to find a middle aged woman toting a rolling backpack behind her.

“Hello, professor,” Jungkook gives a chipper greeting that grates on your nerves.

“Hello, Mr. Jeon,” she gives him a smile of acknowledgment before turning on the projector and setting up her computer.

I guess you were a little off on your estimation of thirty minutes.

Your gaze flits to where you know the piece of fine jewelry lies, which is still secured tightly in his fist, “Please, Jungkook. Just give me the bracelet.”

The smallest amount of hope blossoms in you that, in front of his teacher, he may show mercy. But it dies immediately as he slowly shakes his head, tapping his cheek, “Only if you give me a kiss. Doesn’t even have to be on the lips.”


“No,” you insist, standing. “I guess I better leave then.”

“Oh c’mon,” Jungkook practically whines, though the amusement is still heavily present in his expression, “Don’t be like that…”

Without another word, you take your leave, deciding that as long as the bracelet is “safe” with him, you’ll be able to live with it; but for course, only until you figure out how to steal it back.

**Clarification: not “YOURS” exactly, but he should not have complete control of the situation.

Step 3) Don’t fall for his silly*** tricks

These often include but are not limited to intensive verbal flirting, lingering touches, and intentionally prolonged eye contact.

It takes less than ten minutes for your phone to light up with the first text message.

jKoOk OppA: miss ya arleady babes~

It seems as if autocorrect can’t even cover up his douche-ness, though the contact name he input is enough to force a shudder run down your spine.

Me: …?

jKoOk OppA: [(1) Attachment]

Your lips purse in concentration as you contemplate not opening it. With the kind of guy he is, there’s no telling what it could be. Then again, he’s in class so there’s a very limited amount of damage he could do.

Your thumb presses down with only mild hesitation and a picture pops up of your dangling silver bracelet. You sigh in relief. Okay, maybe he’s blackmailing you- or is it blackmailing? He’s holding a piece of YOUR property hostage and demanding… demanding what? This far, a kiss, but that was a joke, right?

Whatever the case, it could be much, much worse and you decide that MAYBE he deserves a chance. After all, he hasn’t done anything TOO bad. Yet. So you decide to play along with his little game for now because what’s the harm?

Me: Did it really have to be “oppa?”

jKoOk OppA: yess ;)

And of course you just really, REALLY want your bracelet.

A few days pass, during which you fervently try to keep the conversation going in order to get this boy’s approval, but the only progress you seem to make is finally changing his contact name. Jungkook just seems to be interested in flirting (big surprise), but stays somewhat on topic by sending you pictures of your stolen possession every day.

This morning, you even get him in the shot, lips pursed, one eyelid dropped in a wink, and this thoughtful message attached:

Kook Boy: mayb you could retrun the favor today??? ;)))

You decide to not grace him with a response, but you can’t help the stupid smile that pulls at your lips. Okay, at this point you can’t deny the fact that you like the attention and sometimes humor him by flirting back. Jungkook always says (or types, as you haven’t really spoken since meeting him because, no matter how long you wait, he seems intent on not showing up for his class on time) the right things, making you blush. And obviously, he’s HOT, for lack of better words.

But the thought that he’s probably saying those very things to ten other girls, making them blush too, is always present at the back of your mind. You’re not special. He just happens to be holding something of value hostage. For all you know, that’s his strategy and…

This argument has been running your mind in circles for about sixteen hours straight now, interrupted only by your sad attempt at four full hours of sleep. It’s so distracting that you use it as today’s excuse to not pay attention to the oceanography lecture, taking precedence over worrying about that essay you’ll need to power through tonight in order to turn it in tomorrow morning.

It would be so easy jut to give in to his demand. A single kiss, “not even on the lips,” and the bracelet would be yours, but then you’d have no reason to talk to him- unless you’d be willing to break your “no more fuck boys” rule.

This seems simple enough, but you deserve better.

It is around this metaphorical mental lap that your phone decides to give off that special vibration, the three staccato hums that you set specifically for THAT number.

Your hands shake as you reach for the device to subtly glance at the message below the desk.

Kook Boy: Hey babes, wassup??? ;D

Me: Boooored in class ;-; wbu?

Kook Boy: ^^ thinking…

Me: About what??

Kook Boy: :’)

Me: Mmmm I’ll take a guess. Me?? lol

Kook Boy: Maaaaybe

Me: Good thoughts? O_O

Kook Boy: [(1) Attachment]

“But he’s already sent me the hostage picture of my bracelet…?” is exactly the line of thought that indirectly leads to you dropping your phone with the loudest fucking clatter ever, interrupting your teacher’s carefully designed powerpoint about tide cycles, and exposing the dick pic to the entire class.

Any affection you might have had for Jungkook is instantly wiped away in a flood of adrenaline and an avalanche of humiliation.

You scramble to pick up the device, but the damage has already been done. The people immediately around you are audibly smothering laughter or blatantly showing looks of disgust. The only thing that saves the dregs of your dignity is the fact that you’re sitting near the middle of the room and the professor can’t see the screen, though he does cast a glance of irritation in your direction.

Once the phone is back in your pocket, you bury your face in your arms, wanting to die.

You’re so put off by the entire situation that you fail to notice both the class ending and everyone exiting the room. The only thing that draws your attention out of the bottomless vortex of slight self hatred and complete loss of faith in humanity are the three short vibrations.

For whatever ungodly reason, you decide to look at the new message.

Kook Boy: lololol sorry beb wrong person~~

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, he confirms your suspicions that there ARE other girls and holy fuck he’s sending them dick pics.

You feel physically sick, bile threatening to rise up your throat.

Judging by his lack of appearances over the past couple of weeks, you take solace in the thought that at least you won’t have to face him. But then, as if SIMPLY to prove you wrong, the door opens and life delivers you one last, stinging kick in the ass. Jungkook strolls in leisurely, like he hadn’t just mortified you beyond repair. Then again, he has no idea.

“Oh! Hey babes,” he gives you a thousand watt smile, voice lacking emotions that normal people would probably feel after sending a misplaced text, such as embarrassment or regret.

That look on your face… I’m not sure if it’s annoyance or humiliation, but either way the only thing you want to do is melt into your seat. Maybe the floor too, whatever it takes to disappear.

He sits next to you, dumping the relatively empty backpack at his feet and adjusting the unbuttoned collar of his blue shirt with tacky, dark blue pineapples printed all over it.

You hate him and his low neckline, sun kissed hair, and cocky smirk.

Much to your irritation, heat pools in the pit of your stomach and you do the only natural thing. You stand, haphazardly gathering your belongings in your arms, and briskly say, “You know what? Just keep the damn bracelet.”

Jungkook’s expression immediately falls into one of shock, “Babes, what are you-?”

Your words get high pitched with exasperation, “Do you even know my name?”


“Then what is it?” your tone is nothing less than venomous, and rightly so.

His fingers rake through his hair, “S- no… Ch…”

“You DON’T know,” you accuse, more angry at yourself for knowingly wasting your time than at him.

“Is this about the picture?” he sounds more confused than anything.

“Yes- no- it doesn’t matter! You were just using me. For what? I don’t know, but I also don’t care. Have a good life, Jungkook. Don’t worry about texting me anymore,” you are prepared to shoulder your way past the door, but once again, his intoxicating voice stops you.

And this time, it’s only two words, spoken in a tone that thoroughly perplexes you: sorrow.

“Wait, please.”

***Definition: Silly, in this case meaning less than savory, but often presented as suave or sincere.

Step 4) Give up and realize that he’ll never change****

You don’t turn to face him, instead simply listening to his next actions. Jungkook unzips his backpack and rises, walking toward you. He stops at a respectable distance, but is still close enough to suggest the smallest amount of intimacy.

The boy gently takes one of your hands, guiding it away from your books, turning it so that your palm faces up. Into it, he drops something cold, tearing your eyes away from the hallway, your route of escape to find the silver bracelet.

He clears his throat, “Here… I’m sorry that I upset you.”

Your fingers close around the metal chain and you decide that one last glance will be okay. Jungkook’s brown eyes easily meet yours and a small, sad smile slides onto his lips. Without another word, you slowly pull away and let the door close between you.

It takes several therapeutic hours of walking around campus aimlessly for you to come to a decision, but you eventually gather enough courage to take out your phone.

The device seems to weigh a metric ton and your fingers feel stiff as you type, but somehow, you manage to complete the message, giving one last, self-affirming nod before hitting the send button.

Me: I forgive you.

****Correction: he’ll never change, unless HE wants to.


A/N: So there’s a 75% chance I’d do one of these for each of the members if people want to read it.


This is probably my favorite out of everything I have written so far! It contains a lil bit of angst and a lot of fluff!

Warning; panic attack 

Alexander + Fireworks = A bad idea 

For as long as Alex can remember he has hated fireworks… they were beautiful to look at but the noise they made was terrible. He remembers the first time he watched them from up close, he remembers screaming and running into this mother’s arms as they exploded in the air.

After that night Alex swore he would never go close to fireworks ever again… but tonight he was breaking that promise to himself.

Alex convinced himself that tonight he would be fine… it had been over 7 years afterall.

“Happy 4th of july babe!!” John exclaimed as he busted into Alexander’s office, throwing festive confetti in the air.

“Well happy 4th to you too” Alexander said as he stood up from his desk and made his way over to John, kissing him on the lips.

“Sooo” John began, grabbing Alexander’s hands “ I was thinking tonight we could head downtown and watch the firework show?”

Alexander hesitated for a moment but when he saw how excited John was he didnt have the heart to say no, “I would love to!”

And that is how Alexander got himself into a horrible situation, little did Alex know there is always a silver lining.

The morning went great, he ate breakfast with John and listened to him ramble on excitedly about how much he loved fireworks and 4th of July as a whole. Alexander tried to relate with John but failed to due to his fear of the fireworks.

“They probably aren’t even that bad… its been 7 years!” Alex tried to tell himself and it seemed to be working, that is, up until it was time to leave.

John and Alex had been cuddling on the couch, watching a local parade on TV when Laf texted them about a 4th of July BBQ Herc was throwing.

11:26 am- Laf: Salut mes amies! Tonight Herc and I are having a BBQ, its before the fireworks and the Schuylers have already agreed on coming… you wanna come?

They gladly accepted the invitation and decided to take a small nap before getting ready for the evening. As they lay spooning in the bed, Alex was kept awake with thoughts of everything that could go wrong later in the evening. He imagined things from him panicking all the way to a firework exploding prematurely and him losing everyone he loved… him losing John.

“Are you okay?” A concerned John asked, Alex didn’t realize it but he must have started crying during the time he was stuck in his own imagination.

“Yea, im sorry…” Alex lied, trying to change the topic.

“Whats wrong?” John asked frantically as he wiped a tear from Alexander’s red cheek.

“Umm… the last time I got close to fireworks was 7 years ago… I ran straight into my mothers arms, terrified. Anytime I hear them now I think of the thunder and the hurricane-” Alex confessed.

“Oh my god Alex im so sorry! We dont have to go tonight! We can just leave Laf’s early and come back here and watch them on TV like we always have! Gosh we’ve been together for more than 4 years I should have known!” John rambled in a guilty manner.

“Babe, its fine. It has been 7 years John, I think I will be ok tonight.” Alex tried to reassure John and himself.

“Okay but if you dont feel comfortable at any point tell me and I will get us a cab faster than they can light the fireworks off!” John promised, kissing Alex on the top of his hand.

By now it was almost five o’clock, John and Alex started getting ready, they were supposed to leave their apartment in an hour to get to the house of Laf and Herc which was located on the outskirts of the city.  

An hour soon passed and now John and Alex were heading out the door, dressed head to toe in patriotic colors. They had two lawn chairs slung over their shoulders, prepared for the fireworks that would come later on.

Upon arriving at the household of Laf and Herc, both boys broke out into hysterics at what was hung on the door. Laf had decided to take decorating into his own hands and dec the entire house out with french flags.

“I mean he did get the colors right!” Alex laughed and he looked around in amusement.

“You bet I did!” Laf laughed as he turned the corner, enveloping his friends in a hug, “follow me, everyone else is outside.”

The two boys were led outside where the Schuyler sisters were tanning by the pool with tea in their hands, Herc was flipping burgers, and music was blasting.

“Look who showed up!” Herc boomed, causing the sisters to turn their heads.

“Hey!” Eliza said rising out of her seat and walking over to hug the boys, Angelica and Peggy soon following.

Greetings were exchanged, memories were made, and now dinner was just finishing up, Alex and John were convinced to stay at Laf’s place. Herc convinced them that the view was much better from their backyard and everyone seemed to agree. This helped Alex calm down some, at least he would be surrounded by his friends.

“I’m going to set our chairs up.” John announced, leaving the table and walking over to the side of the pool where Alex and John left their chairs.

As soon as he was out of earshot Laf whispered to Alex “I dare you to go push him in!”

Alex sprang to action, creeping up on John slowly, and then gently shoving him into the deep end of the pool with a huge smirk on his face.

“Oh my god! Alexander you are so paying for this!” John laughed as he swam to the side of the pool “now help me out or you are totally sleeping on the couch tonight” he joked.

Alex didnt think twice before lending his boyfriend a hand, however, this resulted in John pulling Alex in beside him.

“I can believe you!” Alex laughed, splashing John in the face.

John splashed back and soon they were having a full on splashing war.

“I hate you break it to you love birds but the fireworks are starting soon!” Angelica laughed as she set their chairs up and sat a towel in each of the seats.

The boys eventually got out of the pool and dried off, they were now sitting waiting for the fireworks to start. John noticed the way Alex was slightly shaking his leg so he gently squeezed his hand to reassure him that he was right there. Alex squeezed back weakly, but John wasn’t completely convinced that Alex was fine.

The fireworks started about five minutes later. When the first one shot off Alex jumped a little but on the outside he seemed to be fine. John didn’t know that Alex’s chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself, he didn’t know this until Alex’s breath quickened and he shot out of his chair and into the house. John quickly jumped out of his chair and followed him inside, but not before telling the others to stay out and watch the fireworks, he didnt want Alex to be overwhelmed.

“Alex baby? Its John, where are you?” John spoke softly, not wanting to frighten Alex anymore. When he didnt reply, John had to follow the sound of Alex’s sobs… the sounds led him to the bathroom.

“Im going to come in… its just me” John warned as he slowly entered the bathroom. Upon entering, John rushed over to his boyfriend who was laying in the shower trying to get as far away from the fireworks as possible.

“John I-” Alex whimpered when John lowered himself into the shower right beside him.

“Shh, focus on calming down right now” John instructed “is it okay if I pull you closer?”

Alex nodded and John wrapped his arm around the smaller boy and pulled him so their bodies were touching.

“Ok I need you to take deep breaths for me Alex and just remember that the noises outside are just fireworks and that you are inside and safe.” John spoke gently as he slowly ran his hand through Alex’s hair to try to calm him down.

Minutes had passed and Alex was slowly beginning to calm down, he now had his face in John’s chest with a slow stream of tears pouring out of his eyes.

“John what about the others?” Alex sniffled, referring to the rest of their friends left outside.

“They are completely safe, just like you.” John told Alex as he wiped tears from Alex’s cheek.

Just when Alex had stopped crying he looked back up at John and spoke again “Im so sorry, I know this was your favorite holiday and i ruined-” he rambled, tears spilling down his cheeks once again.

“Alexander dont you dare apologize, your mental state means more to me than any holiday ever will” John promised as he enveloped the boy in a hug, Alex responded by grasping tightly onto John’s tear stained shirt.  

They sat like this for a while before John broke the silence, “would you like to move out to the couch?”

Alex only nodded, not bothering to move his head from the crook of John’s neck as John lifted him up and carried him to the couch. The boys now had a good view of the fireworks, only this time there was no sound.

John was eager to get Alex comfortable on the couch, he had been planning this very moment all day- hell for weeks now he had been planning. What John was about to do would change their lives forever.

“You better now baby?” John innocently asked the boy laying on the couch, not wanting to do what he was about to do if the boy wasn’t 100% stable.

“Yea I am, thank you so much John” Alex gave John a weak smile.

“Anything for you my love, I’m going to grab something but ill be right back” John promised as he kissed Alex’s hand and walked into the other room.

When John returned, he returned with something special in his pocket.

“So ive been meaning to talk to you all day” John began as he sat down on the couch next to Alex.

“What about baby?” Alexander had a hint of worry in his voice, the smile on John’s face seemed to calm Alex’s fears though.

“Us.” John then got down on one knee in front of Alex “Alexander Hamilton the past four years have been the happiest of my life-” John began, Alex was now crying happy tears “and I owe that all to you. Waking up each morning and seeing you is a dream come true and I want to do that for the rest of my life. You mean so much to me Alex and sometimes I dont think you see that but I want to change that. Alex I want to be by your side through everything for the rest of our lives… will you marry me?” John finished, leaving them both in tears.

“Yes! Oh my god John Laurens a million times yes!” Alexander jumped off of the couch and into John’’s arms where John was waiting with a small gold band in a box.

Alexander smashed his lips against John’s and just then a firework shot off, only this time Alexander didnt flinch.

Rucas AU | The Bet [9]

[ Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven  Part Eight]

Prompt: After damaging $1000 worth of private property on a dare Lucas needs a quick way to make the money to pay the guy back. When Charlie Gardner suggests a bet Lucas takes him up on his offer. And what is the bet? Get into the pants of Riley Matthews, the schools very own goody two-shoes princess.
AN: This is a short chapter. It’s meant to move the story along, and it picks off right where the last one ends. It only covers that day. 
Word Count: 1,833
Chapter: 9

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Lucas ran.

He ran with a speed he didn’t know he was capable of. One stream of consciousness running through his head as he raced through the halls and up the stairs toward the library. Riley. He had to know if she was okay.

His feet slapped at the vinyl tile of the school floor as he thundered around the corner. The closer he got to the entrance the faster he sped up, since his adrenaline was still high it causes him to slam against the wooden library doors harder than he anticipated, his elbows hit the hard surface and a bolt of pain lanced through his arms, not that he could feel it.

The librarian practically jumps out of her skin, shooting the clearly shaken up boy a stern disapproving look before returning to her computer. He saunters off, not wanting to cause any more of a scene, his eyes rapidly scanning the rows between the bookshelves until he spots her.

The second he walks into her line of view, she looks up at him, a pair of dazzling, vivid brown eyes piercing his insides as he stared back at her. She was hunched over, arms wrapped around her knees as Isadora stood by, patting her back lightly as to comfort her.

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A Favor Part 9

Characters: eventual Reader x Sam, Crowley, Dean

Words: 1139

Summary: More time passes, and it gets harder for the reader and Sam to be apart, and both Crowley and Dean can see it plain as day. 

Warnings: angst, tears

Read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, Part 5 here, Part 6 herePart 7 here, Part 8 here.

Part 9 is here! I love you all. Just remember that.

You slowly moved through the greenhouse, running your finger over the petals and leaves gently. The lights were off, and it was just after midnight, so the entire greenhouse looked different. The moon was full, shining through the glass, casting shadows on the ground and changing your perspective on the colors of the flowers.

Moving to the chair that had been your frequent reading spot, you down down and pulled your legs up to your chest, resting your chin on your knees.

Vicky, one of the demons that had guarded the house since you had arrived almost a month ago, moved into the doorway of the greenhouse. “Is everything alright?” she asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, just couldn’t sleep.”

After a moment of silence, she asked, “Dream of Sam Winchester again?” You looked down, staying silent, giving her your answer. “Do you want hot cocoa?”

“No, I’m okay,” you replied. “I’ll go back inside soon. Thank you though.”

Vicky nodded and left the green house, leaving you alone in your thoughts of Sam Winchester.

“How can I miss you so much?” you whispered softly.

Dean rubbed his face as he moved down the hall, his goal the coffee pot in the kitchen. But as he passed the library, he backtracked, sighing as he saw Sam passed out on top of a book, in the same clothes as last night.

Shaking his head, Dean moved to the kitchen, starting a large fresh of coffee. As it started, he moved to the fridge and pulled out everything for a good breakfast, something he and Sam would enjoy. As Dean started the eggs and toast, he heard a shuffling in the hall.

“Morning,” Dean greeted, not looking up from the pan.

Sam groaned softly, moving to the coffee. “Hey.”

After a moment of silence, Dean said, “You fell asleep researching again.”

“I know,” he replied.

Dean sighed and set down the spatula. “Sam, you can’t keep doing this.”

“I’m not having this discussion,” Sam stated.

“Well tough, cause I am,” Dean replied, facing his brother. “You can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what? Researching?” Sam asked, setting his mug down.

“No- you can’t keep pushing yourself to the limits like this!” Dean cried. “You almost got killed on that last hunt!”

“I’m fine!” Sam insisted loudly.

“No you’re not!” Dean replied just as loudly. “You’re a mess, and you won’t talk to me about it!”

Sam looked away, taking deep breaths.

Dean took a deep breath before speaking again. “You need to talk, Sam. You’re a mess, and not talking about it will only make it all worse.”


“No,” Dean interrupted. “I’m not taking the ‘I’m fine’ crap anymore. You’re in pain, and you’re not talking about it. She….she’s your soul mate..”

Sam sighed and nodded, looking down. “I know…and because she is, she’s in danger…” Dean sighed, making Sam look up. “I don’t want her hurt because of me, Dean,” Sam said softly. “It…it’s so hard with her gone…but it would be worse if she got hurt because of me…”

Dean nodded slowly. “Okay…but you need to talk to me, okay? You know you can.”

Sam nodded, before moving out of the kitchen with his cup of coffee.

Dean sighed again, turning back to the stove. A pit was growing in his stomach, because he had a feeling that the longer Sam was apart from Y/N, the worse he would get.

Crowley glanced over the paperwork in his hand, sighing. For how much he liked running hell, he hated all the logistics that came with it.

“Your majesty?”

Crowley looked up to see Vicky, one of the main demons guarding Y/N, standing in the middle of the courtroom. “Vicky, why are you here?”

Crowley had demanded Vicky never leave the house, or Y/N’s side if she went out, so seeing her here instead of with Y/N meant something was wrong.

“Y/N is alright, your majesty,” Vicky said stepping forward as Crowley stood. “Physically at least.”

“Physically?” Crowley repeated, moving off his throne.

“I fear that being away from…her soul mate is hurting her,” Vicky replied. “She is having issues sleeping, not reading as much…”

Crowley sighed. “I thought this would happen…”

“This?” Vicky asked.

“Very few people have found their true soul mate,” Crowley explained. “And when they do, it’s crushing to be away from them. John Winchester for example…grew obsessed with finding his wife’s killer.”

“So…this will grow worse?” she asked.

Crowley nodded slowly. “I’m afraid so…and I don’t know how to help.”

Sam looked over Y/N’s room, well old room he should say, slowly. She hadn’t grabbed anything really before leaving with Crowley, and neither him nor Dean had moved anything.

No, that was a lie. Sam had moved a few things: her blankets and her pillows. On the nights he really couldn’t sleep, and hadn’t for days, he would come in here when Dean was already unconscious, curl up under her blankets, pull the pillow she laid on most close to him, and fell asleep just as easily as when she had actually been next to him.

In fact, when he did fall asleep in her bed, Sam would dream of her. Just simple flashbacks to moments with her: her laugh, her smile, the two of them making dinner together. It made Sam happy again.

But then…he would wake up, and remember she was gone. Remember what he had said to her. Remember how he had acted to get her to leave. Remember her tears.

Then he would cry into her pillow, until he swore he had no tears left to try.

Sam had a feeling that would be one of those nights, where when he was done crying the whole in his chest felt larger than before.He didn’t know if it was possible, but it felt that way…

Sighing, he looked down at his hands, which was holding one of the shirts he had let her “borrow”. She had needed one and he had said she could borrow it, but never asked for it back. And she never mentioned returning it.

Lifting it to his nose, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes as the combination of his own scent and her scent filled his senses. This relaxed him the most, he would fully admit. There was something about it, like the scents were perfect together, meant to be together. It was more perfect than firewood and pine trees together, like their two scents combined was a sign that they were soul mates.

Sighing, Sam lowered his arms, closing his eyes as he felt the familiar sting of tears fill his eyes. “What kind of man would just let his soul mate walk away?” he whispered to himself, his voice breaking.

BTS Reacts: Your Traumatic Accident Causes Paralysis From the Waist Down

Warnings: Contains mentions of blood and amputation.

Seokjin (Jin)

“I’m sorry.”

Seokjin heard the words the doctor had said but they sounded muffled, like he had been submerged under water. Things didn’t seem to make sense, too many emotions running through his head all at once.

“What should I expect when we get home? How am I supposed to take care of her? What is she gonna need help with? What if I come across too overbearing and she hates me for it? Please, I have so many questions-” The words fell from his lips, all running together.

“Sir, a nurse will answer all of your questions before you leave. But she is awake right now, and might need somebody to be with her.”

Jin stared blankly at the doctor, his words running over and over in his mind. She’s awake. I need to go to her, now.

Jin bowed to the doctor, a quick Thank you slipping though his lips as he turned down the hall that led towards your room. Jin exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding and knocked lightly at your door.

Seeing you had made everything feel real. After an hour of talking with you, constantly asking how you were feeling and if you needed anything, he had excused himself to talk with the nurse.

Jin softly closed your door and stared hard at the floor, willing himself not to cry until he made it to the bathroom. But he could already feel the lump in his throat, his eyes starting to well over, tears unwillingly falling down his face. He felt his knees give out and crashed to the floor, covering his face with the oversized sleeves of his sweater and allowing himself to break, hoping you wouldn’t be able to hear him right outside your door.

Yoongi (Suga)

“What?” Yoongi uttered the words before he had even realized, knitting his brows together. “You’re wrong, you have to be,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the doctor said, a look of pity filling his old features.

“No,” Yoongi all but growled. “Fix it, you have to.” Yoongi searched the doctors face, eyes running wild, for any sign that this was just some cruel joke.

“Yoongi-ssi? (Y/N) is stable enough for visitors, if you would like to see her.” A nurse’s small voice appeared beside Yoongi. He nodded once and followed the nurse to your room. She opened the door slowly, and both entered your room. Yoongi could hear the beeping of your steady heartbeat, and his eyes focused slowly on your form lying on the bed.

He could feel the color drain from his face, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing.

“Would you like me to stay?” the nurse questioned lightly. Yoongi shook his head and waited till the nurse left, closing the door behind her to move closer to you. Even from where he stood a couple feet away from you, he could see the bruises on the sides of your upper arms and across your chest where the seat belt had been.

Yoongi took gentle steps towards you and sat on the edge of your bed, taking your hand in his. He traced the shape of your knuckles and wondered how you would react when you woke up, learning that your life had been changed forever. He knew there were still so many things you wanted to do, but now they all seemed so impossible. Tears overflowed but he quickly brushed them away. He would have to be strong for you. And he would do his best to comfort you no matter what.

Namjoon (Rapmon)

“Is she awake enough for visitation?” Namjoon asked. He kept his face stoic, not wanting to show how on the inside he was dying. It felt like his lungs were being tied into knots, his breathing shallow, and a sharp pain in his chest just wouldn’t let up.

“Yes, but not for long. She’s been put on heavy medication and will most likely be asleep within the next half hour.” the doctor responded.

Namjoon bowed deeply. “Thank you for all of your hard work.” He watched as the doctor walked away, and a nurse guided him to your room, knocking lightly on the door.

“It’s open,” came a small voice from inside.

Namjoon could feel his heart shatter. He could hear how unsure you were and could almost see the frown upon your beautiful lips.

The nurse opened the door and his eyes fell on your meager frame laying in bed, bottom lip bruised, and right arm in a sling. “Namjoon-ah…” You called softly, a small tired-stricken smile gracing your lips.

“I’ll be right outside if you need me,” the nurse informed him quietly. He heard the door close and in three long strides, Namjoon was by your bedside, arms gathering your weak frame in an embrace.

“Noona, I’m so sorry,” he breathed into the crook of your neck. You breathed in his comforting scent, something that was so familiar and so welcoming after everything that had happened. He pulled back to look into your tired eyes and could see the medicine the doctor had mentioned was taking affect on you sooner than anticipated.

“I’m scared, Namjoon-ah,” you admitted. You hated admitting things like this, but you felt like your world was falling apart and you didn’t know how you were going to make it through this.

“I know, Noona.” He pushed a strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. You nuzzled your cheek into his hand, tears staining his palm. “I know…”

Hoseok (J-Hope)

Hoseok watched as you were wheeled off in a hurry, nurses and doctors rushing past him as they unloaded the ambulance. He wiped at the cut from his bleeding lip, trying to keep up with the rest of the nurses as they rushed you into emergency surgery.

“I’m sorry but you can’t go back there,” a nurse instructed him, stepping in front of him. He looked to the nurse as if she had lost her mind.

“I have to go back there, (Y/N) is back there. What if she needs me, I can’t jus-” Hoseok looked up to watch them wheel your motionless body into two double doors.

“You can wait here until the doctor comes to speak with you. I don’t know how long it will be, so please, make yourself comfortable,” the nurse spoke quickly, as if she had said this too many times. Hoseok sighed and sat in one of the many unoccupied chairs, running a hand through his hair and looked at the clock: 9:43pm. He frowned, eyebrows knitted together lost in thought. The accident had happened so quickly that he hadn’t had time to react to it. The next thing he knew, his car had flipped several times, landing on the passenger side, your side. He could still see the blood rushing from a cut somewhere on the left side of your scalp and how one of your legs were bent at an unnatural angle.

Hoseok shivered, the images that were running wild, thankfully faded away. He looked up back to the clock, surprised to see that almost 4 hours had passed. He stood up to stretch, his body stiff from lack of movement.

“Jung Hoseok?” a voice called. He turned towards the sound, his heartbeat picking up speed when a man in a white coat approached him. Hoseok bowed slightly to the doctor and furrowed his brow in concentration.

“We were finally able to stabilize (Y/N). She lost a lot of blood from her head injury and her left leg was crushed from the weight of the vehicle.” The doctor took a moment to gauge Hoseok’s reaction while he gathered himself. Hoseok could feel the color drain from his cheeks, his eyes becoming wide with disbelief. No…no. No, no, no, this is all wrong.

“We tried, but we were unable to save her leg. We had to amputate from the knee down. I’m sorry.”

Hoseok felt the silent tears that fell down his cheeks. He bowed deeply to the doctor as he walked away, not knowing what else to say. He felt the silent sobs rack through his body, and quickly made his way to the bathroom.

Hoseok placed both hands on the sink and stared down at the floor. He knew you would be devastated. Your love for dancing almost rivaled his, one of the many things that drew him in when you had first met. The tears wouldn’t stop come. How am I supposed to make her smile through this? How am I going to make her happy? Hoseok searched for answers on the tile floor that just wouldn’t come.

Taehyung (V)

Taehyung could feel his breathing becoming uneven, the rise and fall of his chest becoming erratic. He watched every move the doctor made, noting every word he spoke. Words were being thrown around like they were everyday talk: loss of blood, amputation, emotionally unstable.  Taehyung bowed deeply when he was finished, thanking him in a low voice. The doctor walked away, leaving him with the nurse who would lead him to your room.

“I’ll be right outside, should you need me,” the nurse said politely. Taehyung looked at the door. You were just on the other side, unconscious from heavy medication. He licked his lips and swallowed thickly. Taehyung looked back at the nurse, with pleading eyes. 

“…I don’t know…how to handle this,” he said slowly. He watched as the nurses’ eyes softened, her expression changing from a professional one to one of sadness and pity.

“You’re not meant to until things like this happen. How you handle this now will show her what kind of man you are,” she said quietly. “It’s up to you to support her in one of the toughest times in life.” She bowed her head slightly and walked over to another patients room, just down the hall.

Taehyung looked back to the door of your room, a million thoughts running through his head. He slowly opened it, letting his eyes focus on your body lying unmoving on the bed. He closed the door quietly behind him and made his way to stand just a few feet away from your bed. He looked over your body and his gaze landed where your left leg would have been. He swallowed down the lump forming in his throat and quickly looked back to your peaceful face, still unknowing of what happened.

Taehyung took the seat beside your bed and idly played with your fingers, his mind having a million questions and no answers. He wondered how you would react when you woke up, if he would be able to be here with you when you realized what had happened, and if you would blame him if he wasn’t able to be here. Dozens of situations played out in his head, all of them ending with you hating him or your new life.

He brushed his hair out of his face, the tears falling down uncontrollably with no one left to witness it. He let himself cry for you, mourning how your life would drastically change. “Jagiya, I’m so sorry…”


All Jimin could hear was the pounding of his heart in his ears. He quickly thanked the doctor, bowing slightly and followed the nurse to your room. The nurse stopped in front of a door and looked at Jimin. “If you need anything-”

“Thank you,” Jimin nodded his head, cutting her off and quickly opened your door, wanting nothing more than to see you. He stopped, the color quickly leaving his face as he took in your condition.

You stared back at him, eyes frantic with worry, bruises littering your chest and right shoulder. You played with your fingers, a nervous habit you had been trying to break.

“Jagiya…” Jimin called out. He watched as the tears ran down your face. He quickly made his way to your side, forgoing the chair that was beside the bed, and opting to sit beside you on the edge of the hospital bed.

“Hey, hey hey,” he said softly, placing a comforting hand on the side of your neck, thumb rubbing soothing motions on your cheek. You looked up into his eyes, the ones you adored so much. “It’ll be okay, yeah? I’m here now.” He tried for a comforting tone, but as the last couple of words left his lips, his voice wavered.

Jimin cleared his throat and looked down at his lap. “The boys want to know if it’s alright to visit you later tonight. They want to be here with you for as long as they can.” He looked up to you for your response.

“I would like that a lot,” you smiled softly, eyes still red with tears. You turned to adjust your pillow, so you could sit up better. Jimin quickly wiped away the tears that had began to fall, hoping you wouldn’t notice his tear-stained sleeves. You turned back around, falling back onto the pillow and grabbed his hand. “We could go for sam gyup sal like we always do after promotions. Or we could just go back to the dorm and watch a movie. I know Jungkook really wanted to watch the new Iron Man movie.” You tried for normalcy, almost being able to reach it, but your voice broke at the end.

He watched as the tears filled your eyes. It was the tipping point for him. He felt his heart break into a million pieces as you tried to quietly stich your life back together. Jimin let the tears fall down his reddened cheeks. “Of course, (Y/N). That sounds like fun.”


Jungkook stared blankly, mouth slightly ajar, at the doctor. It’s like he was speaking a completely different language. He knew he should be soaking up all of the doctor’s words, but he couldn’t string them together properly. Words began filtering in through his mind: Car accident, paralyzed, a lot of support.

“Son, are you listening?” The doctor’s voice brought him back to the surface.

“Thank you, sir,” Jungkook bowed deeply, listening to the footsteps of the doctor as he walked away. He felt the tears overflow and watched as the landed on the floor. They kept overflowing, not able to control his rampaging thoughts. Jungkook leaned against the nearby wall, wiping his hands over his eyes and through his hair, letting out an unsure sigh.

What am I going to do? How am I going to face her? What if I cry in front of her? How am I supposed to handle this? I need to talk to Namjoon. I need-

“(Y/N) is stable enough to see you now! She’s not awake, but you can still sit with her if you would like!” The shrill voice of the bubbly nurse pulled him back to reality. Jungkook looked at the overly-perky woman, eyes red, tears still streaming down his face. He quickly wiped away his tears and nodded, the woman smiling brightly.

Jungkook followed her through the halls, trailing a few feet behind her, passing door after door, as he stared numbly at the back of her head.

“Here’s the room! And don’t worry; if you need anything, I’ll be right outside!” she chirped. Jungkook nodded and watched as she walked a couple feet towards the next room over. He looked back at the door; it seemed so unnerving. He held onto the door handle but the action of turning it to wouldn’t come. Why does this feel like one of the hardest things I’ll do? Surely there will be harder things to overcome?

Jungkook looked down at the handle in his hands. (Y/N) needs me. I have to be strong for her. He let out a shaky breath and turned the handle. His eyes slowly focused on your form, laying on the bed, motionless. He walked in slowly and closed the door behind him. The steady beat of your heartrate monitor filled his ears along with the pounding of his own heart. He took in every detail about you: the way your hair was a mess around your face, the large black and blue bruise around your left shoulder, the even rise and fall of your chest from medicated sleep.

Jungkook couldn’t help the tears that once again cascaded down his cheeks, mouth opening in a silent sob. He closed the distance between him and your unconscious body, grabbing your hand that lay by your side and put it up to his face, crying into it. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.”

A/N: Guys this is really angsty I’m not sorry.

Gifs used are not mine. Credit goes to their original owners.

Tutorial/ Work process

I remembered I promised (back in January, uff) to make some kind of tutorial or work process of this artwork, after some of you asked me.

So, here you go, from the beginning to the end in more or less 25 steps with photos and three short videos and comments :D.

Everything’s under the cut, because it’s a lot.

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best friends || isaac lahey

word count: 3350

warnings: none

prompt: isaac and y/n are best friends, but get in a fight before a mission. y/n almost gets attacked by the villan and isaac saves her.

author’s note: probably seems familiar because it’s been posted, this is a repost because my old blog is now deleted.

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British Invasion | 4

Overview: In the middle of her freshman year of high school Riley Matthew’s mother gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to run her firms London Office. Much to everyone’s surprise her mother accepts the job, forcing Riley and her younger brother Auggie to leave behind everything they’ve ever known. Almost three years later the Matthew’s family moves back to New York and Riley comes to realize a lot has changed in the time she’s been gone.
Author’s Notes: This is a short filler chapter that just covers the party and what happens that same night right after. The next chapter will be longer. *Also side note, I know in the show Riley doesn't turn 18 until like December but in this universe her birthday already passed and she’s already 18 - just to make my life easier lol.*
Chapter Four: “The damage is done.”
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 
Word Count: 1,710


There was still something there. Lucas felt it in his bones the second she turned to face him.

He hadn’t been in Riley’s room since before she moved away. Three years later he finds himself falling back into old habits. See, when Riley was away in London it was easy to distract himself. She wasn’t there to hold his gaze or steal his attention away. But now that she was back he found himself looking for her in the halls, watching her across the lunch room, glancing at her during class, things he thought he had gotten out of his system.

He looks around her room, not ready to walk out into the party just yet. She still hadn’t finished unpacking. In the corner were a pile of brown boxes all with miscellaneous labels. He noticed she didn’t have a bay window, although there was a strategically placed lounge chair right in front of one, overlooking the city. Her walls were a faded coral color and her comforter was plain and white with a lace detailing along the hem and on top laid multiple throw pillows of different size, color and texture. It was different than he was used to but still felt like Riley.

One thing in particular catches his eye, on her nightstand there was a copper framed picture leaning up against her alarm clock. He slowly walked over to get a better look at it, his eyes immediately go to Riley. She was wearing a bathing suit, her skin was perfectly tanned like she had been basking in the sun all week and on her face she wore a wide grin. But next to her was someone he didn’t recognize. A guy sat rather close to the stunning brunette, arm draped around her shoulders with his head thrown back with laughter like he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

For whatever reason it hadn’t occurred to him that while he was moving on with Avery, Riley could’ve been moving on as well and it was apparent in that photo that she had.

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🍂 new november fics 🍂

» 30 Rules to Marriage by delictor

Lance and Keith accidentally get married and it’s not actually as bad as they thought it would be.

» Always Keith by spacegaysgettingspacelaid

Keith’s Galra side pops out in the middle of a battle, and his team mates all suddenly seem to want him dead. No one can see him as anything more than Galra scum.

(Except Lance. Lance just wants to know why he can’t be a Gryffindor.)

» Astraphobia by Anthropedia

Keith had long since made his peace with this. But why did it have to happen now? And as it stands, Keith is the only one who is willing to accept that things are turning out this way.

» bruises by Chaosandthecalm 

“Show me how much you hate me.”

Keith wants to know what Lance’s problem is. The answer might surprise him.

» By God Don’t Let Go Of Me by whichlights

After the disaster that was the corrupted wormhole, the paladins struggle to reunite. That may be a little more difficult than anticipated seeing as the universe won’t throw them a goddamn bone.

"If you let go I think I may shatter.” Keith laughed. “Please just keep looking at me so I can pretend we’re going to be okay.”

» cause you’re learning me by safra

Here’s what Lance knows about his mysterious flatmate:

 1. His name is Kevin. Or Keith. Or something like that.
 2. He’s studying astrophysics which, honestly, is pretty cool.
 3. He doesn’t know how to use the washing machine.
 4. He can’t cook. Like— At all.
 5. And— Well. And that’s about all Lance knows about the mysterious Kevin/Keith because,  after nearly two months of living together - after almost two months of sharing a bathroom and  a kitchen and all the other things that come with being flatmates - Lance has never, not even  once, actually seen him.

» Color Me Blue by TheQueen

This time he will fix things. This time they won’t fail.

This time he’ll save Lance.

» Colour Wheel by isafangirl


People are born from three colours, they are either yellow, blue or red. Everything about them is that colour, in varying shades. 

They can only see the colour they were born from (as well as black and white). As the years go by, they touch people with the other colours, and if their relationship with them is special enough, they may share their colours with each other. These special people are called soulmates.

» Convalescence by Dee Olive and harenp

Keith doesn’t know what’s going on anymore, doesn’t know what to believe. His brain is a wreck, his body is littered with scars and these strange people keep claiming to be his friends.

Then again, what can you expect when you suddenly wake up with no memory?

» Costumed Identities by Trashness

Lance and Keith are rival cosplayers, who only know each other by their online usernames. They are fiercely competitive, but are also desperately attracted to each other. You’d think they would just get together already, but there’s a couple of problems.

» Crossroads by manamune

When Keith crashed his Lion into a Galra warship in order to stop it from destroying a solar system, and more importantly, his friends, he was fully prepared to die for it.

What he didn’t prepare for was to wake up in an alternate universe where he and Lance were dating.

» Don’t Break Connection, Baby by princedeadend

Keith works part-time as a phone sex operator and receives a prank call from Lance. This does not go as planned for Lance.

» Freeing the Black Paladin by CaptainPlatypus

Keith had been born a part of Zarkon’s Empire and as a young Galra he had fulfilled his duty to become a soldier of the Empire. An honour he’d been told, but his human blood had exposed him to the darker side of the Zarkon’s rule. 

No one left the Empire, but with the help of the Champion he had escaped. 

Now Keith was determined to repay the favour and free his saviour. He’d use anyone to do it, even the new Paladins of Voltron.

» Frozen Time & Forgotten Hearts by Linea14

Keith and Lance were in love long before lasers rained down upon Altea. But after Lance is shoved in a cryopod and slumbers for 10,000 years, Keith is surely dead… right?

» Fuzz Therapy by anonymouse_fiction

After some (worried) complaining from Lance, Keith finally decides to learn how to take care of his Galra fur right. What no one was expecting was how gosh darn fluffy he would be.

» Halcyon Days by bolbessa

Lance might be royalty. Keith might be escorting the future king back to the kingdom. It’s possible that neither of them are entirely aware of these facts.

» Happiness by Skullnar 

Captured, Lance is left in a cell to rot. He expects torture, questioning, and threats. However, all he gets is a Galra named Keith, who just happened to be in the same cell as him. Lance is sure he is a spy, seeking to attain information. What he doesn’t expect, though, is to find himself befriending the Galra.

» High Tide by princevince

1. the state of the ocean’s tide at it’s highest
2. the highest point of something
3. a culmination

» Hold On To Me by kalekeith

It’s been 14 hours and 27 ticks since Lance had made a god awful pun, or shitty pick-up line, or faux-suave gesture – which Keith isn’t in the least slightly concerned about; not at all.

» Homecoming by Thesis

Two deaths and one funeral. Keith has trouble readjusting to Earth and Lance has trouble dealing with Keith.

» Honey & Lemon by DylanOhBrien

Keith has one rule: keep any interaction with a customer terse and professional. It’s a rule he’s strictly followed since he’s started working at Shiro’s shop.

Then Lance walks through the door and Keith thows professionalism right out the window, along with any semblance of dignity he had left.

» I Never Knew Daylight (Could be so Violent) by Talinor

Are you there, God? It’s me, Lance. He thought. I know we don’t talk much, but listen. I don’t care what it is, I’ll do it. Just let him be okay.

» Infection by 5557

Lance is convinced that he is infected with an alien sickness. Why doesn’t anyone believe him?

It must be Keith’s fault.

» it’s an imperfect magic by DovahFinn

Keith didn’t even know unreciprocated soulmates were POSSIBLE, so of course fate gave him one and then got him stuck in space with him.

» i won’t just buy you a rose by glitterfreezing

lance is a struggling florist with a passion for poetry and coffee.

keith is a highly frustrated barista at the bookstore-slash-café down the street.

their inevitable meeting causes their individual worlds to change forever—for the worse, obviously. the course of true love never did run smooth, but this is just ridiculous.

» Kiss My Ice by delictor 

Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

» Laws of Gravity need not apply by Yuu_chi

It’s a difficult thing to go from secretly crushing on your school rival at a distance to sharing a tentative psychic connection with him, an audience of three other people, and an assorted collection of sentient machines.

Harder still to watch that crush come to be something more.

» Leave Me Stranded by aethris

Keith opened his mouth and closed it. His eyes seemed pained. “Lance,” he began, “I understand-”

“You don’t know anything about how I feel because you don’t care about ANYONE!” He let go of the other boy’s shirt and pushed him away. Keith’s back banged against the other treadmill.

The silence was heavy. Lance glared at Keith, fists raised, prepared for a fight.

But for once, Keith didn’t glare back at him. “So.” Keith’s voice was almost too strained and quiet to hear. “That’s how you feel.”

Then he turned around and left the room without another word.

» moments of silence by attemptsonwords

Quiet moments between two boys who spend most of their time yelling at the other.

» phlogiston by stalemateBecks

When Lance was eight years old, his abuelita sat him on her knee and told him; love is a leveler.

At the time, Lance had no idea what she meant. Love was still a rather far-off and foreign concept, but he was enamoured with the general idea behind it, even if it seemed a bit confusing. The phrase stuck with him, but had ultimately been pushed to the back of his mind when he couldn’t figure it out.

Now though, his back arched against the wall and Keith burning caustic kisses into his skin, he thinks he might get it.

» Rapid Escalation by Lys ap Adin

Pidge and Hunk finally give Keith a hint to explain Lance’s behavior, and after that, things escalate.

» Stay Awake by Talinor

Sometimes Lance forgot one simple mistake could mean the end.

AKA Lance nearly dies, Keith saves him, and both question their feelings.

» the cartography of a soul by songs

Suddenly, Lance’s chest hurts. Keith’s voice is so hoarse and hesitant. And Lance— Lance knows there’s a right thing to do. He should say, “You’re human,” should say, “you’re still one of us." 

» The Constellations in Your Eyes by lottienaut 

Keith can’t sleep and, as it turns out, neither can Lance. They meet on the observation deck of the Castle of Lions and have a revealing conversation.

» This Time Don’t Make Me Leave by Qpenguin98

When he gets out of the car and looks up, he realizes Lance is right. He can see stars and constellations and the moon shining down. He feels awestruck.

» thread our way through a string of stars by steelthigsvoideyes

Lance is a humble astrophysics student trying to conduct research, which turns out to be a bit difficult to do when he finds a strange guy sitting in his customary research spot. A strange guy looking for aliens, no less.

Lance isn’t going to stand for this.

» Unbroken by fickleminder

In which the cryo pods can bring back the dead.

» What the Night Knows by RubyFiamma

A mission gone wrong has Keith wandering around aimlessly seeking some sort of solace.

» You’re My King and I’m Your Lionheart by Lulatic

Lance is a Galra prisoner, Keith is the prince that falls in love with him.

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I will answer anything :*

1. Is this the best year of your life?
2. What was the first thing you did when you woke up? 
3. The person you like is? 
4. Is anything bothering you? 
5. Does anyone annoy you?
6. Would you like things to go ‘back to normal’ with a certain someone? 
7. What was the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
8. Is life good? 
9. Do you remember who you liked on New Years? 
10. Do you still like them?
11. Do you still speak to them? 
12. Told your parents you were going somewhere but went somewhere else? 
13. Are you dating the last person you kissed on the lips?
14. Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with? 
15. Would you go out with someone right now if they asked?  
16. Three days from now will you be in a relationship? 
17. If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you? 
18. Have you kissed anyone in the last month?
19. What was the last reason you went to the doctor for? 
20. Do you like being home alone or does it freak you out?
21. Would you ever kiss anyone you texted today? 
22. Do you have any bruises on you? 
23. How was 2011 for you?
24. How late did you stay up last night and why? 
25. Do you ever get good morning texts from anyone?
26. Do you regret anything you’ve done lately?
27. What woke you up today?
28. What makes you happy?
29. Ever kissed on a boat? 
30. Have you ever been told that you are amazing?
31. Finish this sentence: The last person I kissed is…
32. This time last year, can you remember who you liked?
33. Do you like when people play with your hair?
34. Do you plan on sleeping in tomorrow?
35. Waiting for something?
36. Was last night terrible?
37. Did you lose friends when you started dating someone?
38. Are you the type of person to make people laugh?
39. Don’t tell me lies, so is the last person you texted attractive?
40. Is tomorrow going to be a good day?
41. Are you missing someone?
42. Has anyone ever tried to ruin a relationship you were in?
43. Do you believe in karma?
44. Do you sleep with a fan on?
45. You think anyone’s thinking about you right now?
46. Is there anyone you wish you were spending time with right now?
47. Do you go to school?
48. Is the person you last texted single?
49. Who was driving the last time you were in a car?
50. Have you ever used the word ‘rawr’ in an actual conversation?
51. Are the blinds on your window open or closed?
52. Did you leave milk and cookies for Santa when you were little?
53. What were you doing at 11 last night?
54. What could you eat any day of the week & never get tired of?
55. Is there someone you wouldn’t mind kissing right now?
56. Someone knocks on your window at 5 am, what do you say?
57. Would you change yourself for the person you love?
58. Let me guess, your last incoming call was from the opposite sex?
59. What are you supposed to be doing right now?
60. Would you have sex with the 5th person on your contacts?
61. To who did you last give the finger to?
62. Did your last kiss take place on a bed?
63. Do you have someone who you can be your complete self around?
64. Do you talk in your sleep?
65. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
66. What time did you wake up today?
67. What were you doing at midnight last night?
68. What song are you listening to?
69. Has anyone put their arms around you in the past 5 days?
70. How do you feel about chocolate-covered strawberries?
71. Do you have nice eyes?
72. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?
73. Are you texting anybody?
74. Do you swear in front of your parents?
75. Concert tickets or NFL game tickets?
76. Are you addicted to cigarettes?
77. Do you tell your parents everything?
78. Do you have any tattoos?
79. If something was wrong, who is the first girl you would go to?
80. Do you have any nicknames?