i like to call this set 'people make weird faces in horror movies'

The Opposite of Loneliness

Requested: the Reader discovers Reid with a book of social cues/making friends so that he can get her to like him.

Spencer gave her a spare key to his apartment a long time ago, when they first became good friends. Living only a few doors down, she is the one he entrusted to take care of his plants and make sure his fish don’t die while he’s away on a case. He’s been away for a few days when she notices the large package waiting for him at the front desk. The man behind the desk is familiar with their arrangement, and allows her to collect Spencer’s mail for him. Careful not to drop anything, she lets herself in and deposits everything on the coffee table in his living room.

It’s then that she notices the books stacked on the couch, and she can’t help but to look at the covers. Spencer never leaves books out like this. How to Make People Like You in 90 Seconds or Less; Emotional Intelligence: Socially Awkward No More; Improve Your Social Skills. The last one really strikes her – Stop Being Lonely: Three Simple Steps to Developing Close Friendships and Deep Relationships. Is he lonely? Has he been hurting all this time and she never noticed? Next to the books is a ring of index cards, and though she feels bad snooping, she’s worried about him.

Picking them up, she briefly flips through them, expecting to find tips on making friends, or perhaps insights into his emotions. Instead, his messy handwriting has marked each card with short notes.

The Breakfast Club is a movie from the 80’s, directed by John Hughes, not a restaurant.
The phrase “Challenge Accepted” is from a TV show called How I Met Your Mother.
Tumblr is a website where people create customized blogs, not a cup to mix drinks in.
When she talks about Hamilton, she usually means the musical, not the historical canon.
Taylor Swift is not related to Jonathan Swift. She likes the video of Taylor Swift’s song mixed with the screaming baby goat. It makes her laugh.
Her favorite musician is Regina Spektor. Ode To Divorce always makes her cry – it reminds her of her parents. When it does, she doesn’t want to talk about it, but she does want someone to hold her hand.

That card makes her breath hitch in her throat, and stands paralyzed with them in her hands. Every index card is filled with pop culture references, but what’s more, they’re all her favorite things. One by one she flips through them, scanning for anything else, but they’re all her. He’s been taking notes on all the things she likes so that he’ll understand what she’s saying or what she’s referencing.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” The sound of his voice makes her jump, and she turns to see him standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He’s been home this whole time? He must have gotten back late last night, as he always calls her to let her know when he’s returned. When he realizes what she has in her hands, his eyes grow wide, and his mouth falls open. Horror-stricken. “Wh-what… how did – where did you get that?”

“It was on the couch,” she says softly. In sharp contrast, her heart is beating too loudly, so loud she cannot think. It’s hard to breathe. The only thing she can think to do is flee. “Um – I didn’t think you were home. I brought your mail. I’ll just be going, then.”

She starts towards the door, but just before she can open it, something stops her. That title flashes in her mind – Stop Being Lonely. What will he think if she runs away now? So she turns back to look at him, still rooted to floor in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Those index cards- what are they for?”

The sigh he heaves is so deep it seems he’s exhaled his very spirit. He rests his head in his hands and mumbles, “They’re references to pop culture. Things I wanted to learn.”

Fingers shaking, she glances back down at the stack. White paper covered in his messy, scrawling script. “But these things – they’re all about me.

The tentative statement rests in the air, and her heart beats so loudly as she waits for him to respond.

“Yes,” is all he gives her.


“Because…” Spencer looks up at the ceiling, eyes searching for answer that won’t appear for him, no matter how hard he wills it to be so. “Because I don’t want to be lonely anymore. I want to make friends, and I want to understand people. I’m not good at that.”

The books on the couch tell her as much, and it breaks her heart that he’s so achingly lonely, longing for a connection. Still, it hasn’t answered her question. “But why me? Why only the things I like?” She’s not sure why her voice has fallen so soft, but she feels she is treading lightly, afraid to wake up whatever revelation lies sleeping.

Spencer walks over to her and takes the index cards gently from her hands, setting them aside with the self-help books. He gazes down at her, and never did she think that a single look would be able to take her breath away. All she can focus on is the softness in his eyes and how near he is to her.

“Of all the people I want to understand, you mean the most. When we talk, I want to catch all the references you make to books and music. I want to know what movies make you happy and what movies make you cry. I want to be able to read you, as easily as I can read my favorite stories. I want to feel the opposite of loneliness, but I want to feel it with you.”

Like a broken record, she repeats, “Why me?”

He shakes his head, bemused by all her questions. “It had to be you. It’s always been you. Ever since that first day you came racing up the steps and nearly knocked me over. There was so much life in your eyes, and just by proximity to you I felt more alive. I wanted to feel that away every day. Then that night you fell asleep on my couch after we watched The Breakfast Club, and you told me about your parents, something in my heart changed. You changed me, and I’ve never been one to like change, but it’s different with you. I feel better with you. You make me better.”

The air around them feels heavier and she struggles to breathe it in. There are so many words, so many things to process, and she can’t quite wrap her head around the pieces of the puzzle that are falling into place.

“That can’t be right. I’m not anyone special.” There’s no way that someone like her can have changed someone like him – someone so brilliant, so brave.

He takes half a step closer, and she swears that for a moment, the world stops spinning. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever known.” Briefly, his hand cups her cheek, before he pulls away. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I – I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You haven’t,” she assures him.

“I know I’m weird, and I’m awkward, and I’m not particularly attractive, but I do care about you. Very much. It’s just that I’ve been alone for so long, and I know that doesn’t exactly help, but…” He’s rambling faster than his brain can keep up with, face red and jaw clenched. Anxious. Scared. It’s then that she realizes he’s bracing himself for what he thinks is going to be an inevitable rejection. Apologizing for allowing himself to feel something for her.

“Spencer,” she says, cutting him off. “You don’t need to explain anything. I understand.” Then, she places one hand on his chest, right over his heart. “And you’re not alone. You’re not, okay? I’m right here. I know you, and I don’t care whether or not you know about John Hughes movies or popular songs. None of that changes how I feel about you.” Though she has to admit, she’s overwhelmed by the gesture. Who else would take the time to keep track of all of the things she loved simply because they wanted to make her happy? There is nobody else on the planet like him. This man before her, he’s nothing short of incredible.

“H-how do you feel, exactly?” he asks. She decides not to justify that with words. Instead she pulls him closer, stands on her toes, and presses her lips to his. Once, soft, for just a heartbeat, before pulling away to meet his eyes. When he doesn’t protest, she moves back in, and he responds in kind, kissing her deeply, passionately. His hand in her hair, her arms around his neck. Nothing is left unsaid in the movements between them.

“I don’t want you to be lonely,” she whispers, when they part. “I want to be with you. I want to be by your side. I’ve wanted that for so long.” When he pulls her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her shoulder, she can feel him trembling. That burden of isolation he’s been bearing for so long has finally been set down. The disbelief and shock overtakes him, and it’s all she can do to hold him as he cries. She’s crying too, and she doesn’t know why – only that there is some empty ache within her that has now been filled, a place she didn’t realize had been hollow before.

With time, the books slowly disappear. The spend some much time enveloped in the opposite of loneliness together, and it’s deliriously blissful. He takes her to meet his team, and she can see how much they love him. How much they care.

He needs no book to tell him how to form deep relationships and meaningful connections. All the connections have been there before him, all along. Waiting for him to realize the love he has for them is not one-sided. Waiting for him to accept the love he is more than worthy of.

And when it’s late and they’re lying side by side, all she can think of is how lucky she is that she is the one who gets to give such love to him. And she is the one who is so loved by him.

No, they aren’t alone anymore. This, this is exactly the opposite. An emotion she cannot name, but knows by heart each time he looks her way.

My very first WWE fic....

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So this is my first attempt at a WWE fic and I would love some feedback on it. I originally posted it to my other blog and didn’t really hear anything about it. So please do not be afraid to let me know how you feel about it and if I should keep it going. 

Seth Rollins/OC

“Flame: A Seth Rollins Story”


“Yo where in the fuck is Rollins at man?!? I wanna get out of here already!!” Roman Reigns paced impatiently by their rental car as he, Dean Ambrose, and 22-year-old Divas Champion Maya Grey stood outside the arena, waiting for their Shield member and friend Seth Rollins.  

It was two weeks before the Payback pay-per-view where the boys would continue their feud with Evolution in a no disqualification match and Maya would defend her title against AJ Lee. They had just finished a grueling tag team match against Evolution on RAW and were all very eager to get to their hotel for some much-needed sleep.

“I swear he takes longer to get ready than a freaking chick man!!” Dean groans. “Even Lil’ Bit over here is quicker than him!!”

Maya smiled, rolling her eyes over Dean’s nickname for her. “You know we could just leave him behind.” she playfully suggests. “He can always catch a ride with Cesaro or someone else.”

“That would be a great idea…if we had the car keys!!” Dean sassed back at her. “Why don’t you go and hurry your man along so we can get on the road?”

“Are you kidding me? If she goes, we’ll never get out of here!” Roman jokes. Maya’s face turns red and she quickly throws her empty water bottle at Roman’s head, which he smacked it away with his hand.

“You guys suck.” Maya says, annoyed by her brothers and their constant teasing. “And how many times do I have to tell y'all-”

“‘There’s nothing going on between me and Seth!’” both Roman and Dean say at once, mimicking her Southern accent. “We know, we know!!”

“And yet we see you two stealing kisses when you think no one notices.” Roman teases.

“Or how they can’t keep their hands off each other.” Dean coos, making kissing noises at her.

“Oh and let’s not forget how they’re always cuddled up in the back seat or in the back of the bus ALL THE DAMN TIME!!” Roman laughed, fist bumping Dean in the process.

“Fuck you both.” Maya flashes them both her middle finger before making her way back inside the arena to search for Seth.

Even though she hated when Roman and Dean would tease about her and Seth, she couldn’t help but smile. Their “relationship” was a confusing one to say the least. In fact, on her 22nd birthday back in August, Seth confessed that he was in love with her and that he wanted to be with her. The only ones who knew about it were Dean and Roman, and that’s because they all traveled together.

Growing up in San Antonio, Maya Grey always knew that she wanted to be a WWE Superstar, ever since she the first time she saw Lita compete. She took one look at her and thought, “I wanna be like her.” At only 9, she began studying every wrestler on the WWE roster, learned their moves and even created a few of her own, and fully dedicated herself to one day making her dream a reality. Her mother on the other hand, refused to have Maya be involved in something that she believed was ridiculous and degrading towards women. When Maya refused to give up on her dream, at only 16, her mother disowned her and kicked her out. After that, Maya traveled to Austin and began to wrestle under the name Magenta Riff for a local indie company called Anarchy Championship Wrestling (ACW).

Two years later, word began to spread about her and her skills in the ring, even going so far as to calling her “Little Lita”. Curious, Vince McMahon sent both Stephanie and Triple H down to Texas to see this so called “Little Lita” for themselves. To make a long story short, they were extremely impressed with what they saw and urged Maya to come and sign with the WWE, but Maya was afraid they wouldn’t want her after they found out how old she really was.

Once she told them the truth however, Stephanie and Triple H decided to become somewhat of ‘surrogate parents’ to Maya, even went as far as to move her down to Orlando and get her set up in her own apartment. Her first day as an official WWE signed talent, Triple H let her know that she would be making her debut on the main roster in less than a month and that she would become the fourth member of a faction that was slowly beginning to dominate the main roster, The Shield.

Two members of The Shield, Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose, loved the idea of having a female in the group and naturally welcomed her into the fold with open arms. Seth Rollins on the other hand…not so much. In fact, in the beginning he was a total ass to her. He thought that Triple H made a huge mistake signing someone so incredibly young and he wasn’t afraid to say it to her either.  

After having enough of Seth’s insults, Maya decided to be trained by Daniel Bryan and a main roster diva, AJ Lee. Once she won in her debut match against Natalya, a seasoned Diva, she showed everyone, including Seth, just why she was given the nickname “Little Lita”. Seth eventually apologized for being such an ass to her and as time passed, they slowly started forming a friendship.

As a team, Roman, Dean, Seth, and Maya dominated both the men’s and the Divas Division. Roman and Seth won the Tag Team Titles from Team Hell No, Dean became one of the longest reigning United States Champions with 351 days, and Maya became the youngest Diva’s champion at 18 after defeating AJ Lee and was now fast approaching beating her record as longest reigning Diva’s Champion!  

Outside of the ring, Maya become close with all her Shield members and vice versa. But her friendship with Seth was something different. She never admitted it aloud, but she begun to develop feelings for Seth. There was just something about him, whether it was his cockiness in the ring or how he was always so goofy and sweet around her, she couldn’t help falling for him. But she refused to act on her feelings. She knew that work relationships were kind of frowned upon, even though there were a lot of them happening (AJ/Punk, Cena/Nikki, Brie/Daniel, etc.). So, she just pushed her feelings down and hoped that eventually they would go away.

However, working and traveling together, constantly being around each other 24/7 only made her feelings for him grow stronger. What she didn’t realize, was that Seth was beginning to form feelings for her as well.

Normally, Maya wasn’t the type of girl he would be interested in. I mean sure, she was gorgeous, fun to be around, and one hell of a wrestler, but besides the 5-year age difference, they didn’t have that much in common. Sure, they both shared a love for sci-fi, horror movies, and video games, but that was pretty much it. Seth had a love for Heavy Metal music while Maya was more of a classic rock vinyl girl. Seth liked his girls with lots of tattoos and piercings, and Maya being so young, didn’t have any yet. The biggest difference between them, at the time Maya was still a virgin, and Seth…well…to be frank, Seth was known around the locker room for being a man-whore.  

She came off like this sweet and innocent girl that he would corrupt if he got too close to her. But Seth couldn’t control the way he felt, and neither could she. There was just something about her that kept drawing her to him. Whether it was her personality, her smile, her infectious laugh, how she didn’t care what people thought of her, or the fact that wasn’t afraid to call him on ALL his bullshit, he could let down the guard he built up and could just be himself around her. Maya was the same way; she had her guard up. That all changed when Seth confessed his love for her.    

Maya checked catering, all the break rooms where the guys would go play video games, and even peeked inside one of the men’s locker room, but Seth was nowhere to be found. She tried calling him, but his phone kept going straight to voicemail, which was a little weird to her. She was about to give up when she saw two of her closest friends Brie and Nicki Bella walking towards her with Brie’s husband and Maya’s former coach Daniel Bryan.

“Hey, have you guys seen Rollins? The boys wanna get to the hotel and he has the car keys.” she asked.

“Yea, I think I saw him heading towards the locker rooms in the back.” Brie replied, pointing towards the back.

“Thanks Brie. I’ll see y’all back at the hotel.”

“Hey Maya, great job tonight!” Daniel yells to her as she walks away.

“Thanks Daniel!!” she yells back as she heads to the locker room. Once she reaches the one marked men’s, she pushed the door open and heads inside.

*******Maya’s POV********

“Yo Rollins, come on!! What the hell is taking you so-” I start to say but was quickly silenced by what sounded like someone groaning, but not like someone was in pain.  

I stepped further inside, curious as to who or what was making that noise. My eyes grew wide in horror and I felt my heart sink into my stomach when I saw exactly who it was. Seth, the man I loved, the man who swore that he loved me and wanted to be with me, was with another woman. Not just any woman, but Zahra, his crazy ex!! His pants were down at his ankles and Zahra was on her knees in front of him, her head bobbing back and forth on his junk.

Once he saw me, he quickly pushed Zahra away from him and pulls up his pants while Zahra just stayed there on her knees, a smug smile stretched across her face. She never liked the fact I was chosen to be a part of The Shield over her and believed that I was the reason Seth had dumped her crazy ass. This bitch knew exactly what she was doing and was enjoying watching me suffer. 

Before either one of them could say anything, I bolted out the room. I could hear him calling my name but that didn’t stop me. I ran past a few of the divas and could hear them call my name, but I didn’t stop. I could feel the tears beginning to form, but I pushed them away. No. I tell myself. You’re not gonna cry. Not here. Not until I was out the arena and away from everyone. 

“Maya!” Seth called, his voice getting closer and closer to me. “Maya, stop… wait a second!!”

Hearing his voice only made me run faster. I was almost to the exit when Seth finally caught up, jumping in front of me, and grabbing me by the hand but I quickly slap it away. 

“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” I shouted loud enough that people began to look towards our direction. Seth backs down, but doesn’t walk away. 

“Maya please, I can explain-” he tried to say but I quickly cut him off.

“I don’t wanna hear whatever bullshit excuse you’ve cooked up Seth.” I choke. “In fact, I don’t want to hear anything from you.” I go to walk away from him, but he pushes his body right up against me, pinning me to the wall and blocking me from getting away.

“Get out of my way Seth.” I ordered, but he refused to move. 

“Baby please.” he begged. “I swear I never meant for this to happen. Zahra showed up out of nowhere and I told her to leave-”

“Please just stop!” I cry, looking away from him. “I don’t want to hear any of this! Just let me go!”

“No! I’m not letting you leave until you hear me out!”

I could feel my eyes filling with tears as Seth stood in front of me. I couldn’t bear to look at him. I kept seeing Zahra down on her knees, all I could hear was Seth moaning in pleasure. I felt sick to my stomach.

“Maya, Seth! There you guys are!!” I heard a deep voice call out. I look over Seth’s arm and saw both Roman and Dean walking towards us. This isn’t happening right now, I thought to myself. Keep it together girl. Don’t let them see you cry.

“Yo, lovebirds!! Let’s go, I wanna get out of here sometime tonight!” Dean’s voiced echoed as he and Roman got closer to us. Wisely, Seth quickly backed away from me, folding his arms over his chest. Once they reached us, Roman took one look at me and could tell that something wasn’t right. I stuck my hands in my pockets and looked down, watching as the tears fell from my eyes and hit the concrete.  

Both Roman and Dean stare over at Seth, then at one another, then finally over at me, confused looks stretched across their faces. Roman was the one to break the awkward silence. “What’s going on here?”  

“It’s nothing. Can you guys just give us a minute?” Seth sighed, his voice slightly irritated. 

“Maya, what’s wrong? Are you crying?” Dean looked at me, puzzled.

“No. It’s nothing.” I lie, pushing myself off the wall. “I just want to get out of here. You guys go ahead, I’m just gonna catch a ride with Nikki and Brie tonight.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Roman asked, his voice laced with a mixture of concern and confusion.

I looked at my worried Samoan before I shifted my eyes over to the direction of Seth. “Ask him.” I replied coldly and began to move away from them.

“Baby, please.” I hear Seth plead as I walked away. “Don’t do this. Please let me fix this. Maya… I love you.“  

I don’t know what came over me, but hearing him say those words, I snapped. I turned around and my hand swung, connecting with his face, hard. He stumbled back, holding his face in complete shock. 

I stare him down, my anger quickly rising. Everybody told me once I joined The Shield not to get too close to him. That he was known for being a cheater. I mean hell, I stood up for him when he cheated on his fiancé with that tattooed blow-up doll looking bimbo!! But I didn’t listen. I didn’t fall in love in Seth Rollins, the Architect of The Shield with a horrible track record with women. I fell in love with Seth, the lovable goofball that taught me how to play video games and would watch horror movies with me. I fell in love with the guy who could always make me smile even when I didn’t want to. I fell in love with the guy who told me that he loved me since the first moment we met. And it was that guy who had stolen my heart that would be the one to shatter it in to a million pieces.

“You…” I growled, raising my finger at him, “don’t speak to me unless it involves work. Don’t call me, don’t text me…don’t even look at me. I believed you when you said that you loved me. I defended you when EVERYONE told me not to fall for your bullshit, when they talked about you cheating on Leighla with that…that bitch. I stood up for you because they didn’t see the person that you were with me!”

Seth says nothing but runs his fingers through his hair, avoiding eye contact with me.

“Now I can see that they were right all along.” I continue, tears falling down my face. But I didn’t care. Let them fall, let him see how much he’s hurt me. “You turned out to be everything I feared.”



Grabbing my suitcase and my title from Roman, I turn on my heel and walk away from the three of them. I could hear what sounded like Dean’s voice yelling at most likely Seth, but I didn’t turn around. I kept walking. The tears continued to fall from my eyes but I didn’t care who saw at this point.

I felt betrayed by the one person I trusted more than anything. He said that he was in love with me. That he wanted to be with me and only me. That no matter how hard he tried to deny it, it was me. It Was Always Me.

Living With You

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rating: t+ for sexual joking, swear words, and violence

pairings in this chapter: nalu, gruvia

characters in this chapter: natsu, lucy, juvia, gray

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Waking up early for once, Lucy was excited to find that Natsu was not in her bed. The twerp had finally decided to respect her space after he had both slept next to her and ran into her while she wore a towel.

Not that she minded him sleeping next to her, of course.

She enjoyed having him next to her while she slept, and although it wasn’t a familiar feeling, she liked the idea of having someone sleep next to her while she was in her most vulnerable state. Someone to protect her and be ready to fight whatever came her way. And that definitely described Natsu.

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Back to the Beginning {TVD 1x01 Review}

OK! So we’re starting from the beginning, every Friday between 9pm and 10. Considering that I haven’t like sat down to watch a full episode of the past seasons of TVD in a few years and my memory might not be the greatest I think I will start with my usual disclaimer: I will write my thoughts in real time so if I make a mistake at the beginning of this post, it will be corrected by the end. There will be anti-Damon and anti-Delena sentiments (I’m only mentioning these two because it’s the beginning of the series), I will probably bring up other shows and call attention to misogynoir, racism, anti-blackness etc. Gotta admit, I’m a little excited to start from the beginning, it’s been a really long time. Ready? Let’s go. 1. OK Stefan’s voiceover over the foggy woods is still HELLA campy though. I remember I saw this and was like, Fadi (my friend), are you really making me watch this? YES. She was so fucking insistent. 2. Yeah the foggy night and dark road, it’s very horror movie, very cinematic. 3. Them hitting Damon is reminiscent of “I Know What You Did Last Summer.” They even gave Damon a growling noise when he feeds. 4. Listening to the score for season 1, really emphasizes how much they misused the cues in season 8. The scary cue works here because people are running, getting snatched up on a dark foggy night, it isn’t just walking through the Salvatore house. 5. Jenna is legit a mess, like, right away, Elena is like drinking coffee and really chill, like do you not have a presentation today? Go. 6. Damon sending the crow to hit Bonnie’s car is like … Literally from the minute he’s introduced, he’s terrorizing her. 7. Also Kat is a stronger actress than Nina, even the way Bonnie says, “And I was like put this woman in a HOME already”, she has more presence than Nina. 8. “She looks a hot … can I say tranny mess?” “No that’s over.” And totally inappropriate. I completely missed that before. 9. LOL Elena’s “No comment, I’m not going to say anything” when Caroline walks away is delivered really well, yo you two secretly hate each other and that should’ve been explored more. 10. Stefan’s jeans actually look a little ridiculous in the pilot, though. Like they don’t look like they fit well. When Bonnie and Elena sees him in the office. 11. Jeremy is legit like a drug dealer though. That’s kind of a big deal. 12. “You need to chill yourself” …. … … Did KW and JP like consult any teens when they wrote this script? 13. And her fight with Jeremy is actually pretty muted. I’m an only child but my closest friends are older siblings and they’ve told me of times when their younger siblings were fucking up and they would like literally BE there all the time, they would walk them to class, sit with them at lunch, be like, so where are we going today? Elena threatens to do that but never really follows through and it always bothered me that no one held an intervention for Jeremy or set up a meeting with a counsellor. 14. It is still the cutest thing ever when Stefan catches Elena staring at him in class. 15. I do like that in season 1 they dress like they’re teenagers though. 16. “Shoo, that’s what I thought.” Yeah, Elena, stand up to that bird. 17. No, seriously, from a purely objective point of view I can see why the cemetery scene would be the scene that made KW and Bob Levi and JP go ecstatic because when the scene begins Nina seems a little nervous, which I get, it’s the pilot, but when the scene goes on and the dialogue keeps going, she and Paul just have that energy, the way she smiles, the way they stare at each other, there’s legit chemistry there. 18. Yeah, those jeans need to go. And Paul I love you, but your pilot haircut is nooooooooot working. 19. Like you look like a hedgehog, honey. The diary entries actually make this REALLY angsty. 20. LOL Vicki is actually pretty mean to Jeremy though. “I don’t want to announce to the world that I deflowered Elena’s kid brother” and Jeremy has these puppy dog eyes when he says, “And deflowered and deflowered” and it’s like awwwwwwww, you’re way too young for this. 21. “I’m meeting Bonnie at The Grill”, it’s not even Bonnie and Caroline though. 22. These Stelena stares are KILLING me. It’s different seeing it within the episode than clips. 23. The way Matt says, “I feel weird calling her … She broke up with me” all of them are so YOUNG and have these really innocent faces and it just makes everything seem so MEAN. 24. “Any siblings” “None that I talk to” so when Elena tells Damon in the next episode, “Stefan never mentioned he had a brother” I mean he didn’t say that he didn’t either, he admits to having siblings. I feel like I’m going to keep a tally of all the times the show forgets its own script to propel DE. 25. Yoooooooooooo I didn’t remember we get a shot of Stefan topless in the pilot when he’s putting on his shirt. *sigh* so gratuitous. I love it. 26. Those jeans are terrible though. 27. OK but really, WHO IS ZACH AGAIN? He says “Uncle Stefan” so like how does that work? 28. Stefan being blamed for Damon’s shit from DAY ONE. 29. Paul’s intense gaze is damn. 30. I also like how in history class they never discuss enslavement. Mmkay. 31. “You’re upset about something.” “No it’s just Bonnie, she’s … You know what, never mind. You’re here.” And from Day One Bonnie’s issues are ignored. 32. Paul and Nina look really good walking next to each other. 33. Tyler legitimately treats Vicki like shit. 34. “Jeremy. Is that you?” Yes, Vicki, Jeremy can create fog now. 35. Also Damon is so fucking extra with that fog. It’s unnecessary. 36. “I just want to let you know that I still believe in us and I’m not giving up on you” oh Matty, it was never you. Don’t worry though, you get a bench. 37. So Vicki is on the ground with blood on her neck and Jeremy is like “It’s Vicki” and Elena is like “oh my God” and NO ONE is taking out their phones to call 9-11.They just stand there until she opens her eyes. I mean, I guess. 38. Ian’s hair is RIDICULOUS. 39. I don’t understand how Damon got such a following, I find him thoroughly uncharming. Like he just talks SO MUCH. 40. “Damon, after all this time, after all these years can’t we just give it a rest??” “I promised you an eternity of misery.” How fucking petty ARE you Damon? 41. Ian isn’t menacing. 42. “How come the guys I want never go for me?” “I’m not touching that.” Bonnie is hilarious though. Like oh hell no, do not drag me into your messy shit. 43. Vicki and her black nail polish. So high school. 44. Matt’s eyes are actually really blue in the pilot. 45. I am so fucking glad the diary voiceovers disappear eventually. It’s just, it’s too much. 46. And Stefan and Elena overlap. Omg. No. 47. Damon looks creepy as fuck staring at Caroline. 48. I won’t lie though, Stefan constantly coming to Elena’s house, if it were me I’d be like sooooo are you just going to keep showing up? Like she isn’t a little bit weirded out that this guy keeps just showing up at her house? 49. And she can just invite boys into her house at how late at night? OK so my review is over! I’m definitely excited to be doing these every Friday. It’s funny though because pilots are meant to establish what the show is going to be about and what’s centered in the pilot is Stefan and Elena and their desire to get through their respective dark times. The supernatural element is secondary. It’s first and foremost an SE story. Until next week!

*NOTE* To avoid confusion: I’m not saying what Stefan did is comparable to Damon, Damon was terrorizing Elena for kicks, I’m just saying that Stefan comes across as intense in the pilot and I would be like dude you are at my house a lot but it makes sense because Stefan isn’t acting completely human because he isn’t one, throughout the episode he’s trying to train himself to be more human.

I always find that, inevitably, I go to the store thinking I’ll walk out with a bundle of cute clothes and extra almond milk, and I walk out with four notebooks with different cats on the covers, a binder in some weird color, and countless packs of pencils and pens- and none of the things on my list (I swear, I was only going in to buy some bananas and toothpaste!!). Seriously, I loVE office supplies. I call it, “the Illusion of Productivity”. This goes without saying, but I have TONS of empty journals lying around. To that end, I have used one journal to come up with a list of things to do with empty journals and have decided to impart to you all my list:

1) Write out a list of things to do with empty journals
2) Start a recipe book for your favorite desserts.
3) Glue different things (i.e., flowers, coins, pictures of pineapples) on every page.
4) Create a style lookbook (cut out things you like from magazines and stuff)
5) Write silly haikus
6) Draw faces and practice applying makeup on them
7) Draw a picture based off of song lyrics
8) Practice your signature
9) Make up a cartoon
10) Start a personal collection of pick-up lines
11) Write a song about writing songs
12) Make a list of prompts for a rainy day (or writer’s block)
13) Write a letter to someone you hate, but don’t send it. Burn it.
14) Start your own “Burn Book” (see Mean Girls) but write nice things about people.
15) Write a “she’s manic depressive he’s got an inferiority complex” AU for your OTP (or make up your own characters)
16) Write about a day in your life from the POV of a fly on the wall
17) Draw something without lifting your pen from the paper
18) Do an anatomy study
19) Draw optical illusions
20) Fill up a whole page with spirals (shhh shh don’t ask why it’s just for procrastination)
21) Make a scrapbook about your favorite year
22) Write an essay on art history
23) Start a bucket list
24) Walk outside and draw or describe the first three things you notice
25) Write a journal entry for your favorite character
26) Draw a water drop
27) Write an extra chapter for your favorite book
28) Draw something punk!Disney
29) Write a short version of a Shakespearean play, set in modern times
30) Design a dress
31) Draw a fish (focus on how the light would reflect off of the scales)
32) Write a horror story and make it as cheesy as you can
33) Pick a line from a classic piece of literature (i.e., anything like Charles Dickens, a religious book, a philosophy piece, Edgar Allen Poe, Charlotte Bronte, Mark Twain, etc.) and draw a picture that interprets the sentence literally
34) Analyze a character (it’s fun to research things like Meyers-Briggs personality types and stuff for this one)
35) Write a story about a schizophrenic who falls in love with one or more of his/her other personalities
36) Draw one of the Seven Deadly Sins
37) Write something based on Greek mythology
38) Write a (scientifically accurate) essay on time travel
39) Design a robot
40) Paint a whole page your favorite color
41) Draw clouds
42) Write about an accurately awkward, un-romanticized first kiss
43) Explore a certain emotion (i.e., anger), focusing on telling the reader what it feels like, looks like, etc.- without explicitly naming it.
44) Describe a person using a metaphor or simile
45) Draw an anatomically correct brain or heart
46) Draw something (flowers, people, trains, anything really) made up of other, smaller things (more flowers, words, cats, anything really)
47) Doodle a computer with your eyes closed
48) Write something inspired by the concept of a “selfie”
49) Design a house
50) Write your inaugural speech for when you become president of something
51) Draw a self portrait with a pink pencil
52) Draw a sandwich
53) Write about an art theft from the artists’ perspective
54) Write a story from the POV of a senior-citizen, unexpected villain
55) Use the whole journal to write kind notes to people and leave them anonymously
56) Draw one line for every day of the year, and at the end of the year see what sort of picture you’ve made
57) Describe your journal, in your journal
58) Write about a poltergeist who is very philosophic
59) Write a “artist/writer” AU for your OTP
60) Draw ice
61) Describe a character’s eyes without comparing them to a certain body of water
62) Finish this sentence: “I am not a god, I do not…”
63) Write the script for a mini movie
64) Create a flip-through moving picture
65) Make a list of your favorite sounds
66) Write a thesis-like paper on your philosophy on life
67) Draw a smell
68) Cut out pop-up silhouettes
69) Write a typical trope for a “perfect” love story (but imply an underlying dark theme, such as abuse or addiction)
70) Write about a character who went from rich to poor. Why did they? Who was responsible?
71) “Interview” a character (really get inside their heads)
72) Make a fleet of paper airplanes and color them ALL
73) Draw a cute monster
74) Write about a character with a bunch of phobias
75) Draw a puppy Tim Burton style
76) Make up “stupid workouts”- then video yourself demonstrating said workouts
77) Practice forging someone’s signature
78) Draw a macho character wearing a tutu. Write about the story behind it.
79) Write one thing per day that you love about yourself
80) Write out a shopping spree of stuff you would buy if you had exactly $2,789.25 to spend (no more, no less)
81) Write a 50 Shades of Grey parody called “50 Shades of Cats”, about a woman who must come to terms with the idea of “forever alone”
82) Interview your parents
83) Make a list of 20 things you want to improve about yourself- then do it.
84) Draw a series entitled, “The Art of Irony”
85) Make your will (it’s always best to be prepared)

Enjoy your writing!! Hope this helped. xx roopira

Stand Up Fucking Tall

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @mcr-scenester-plur.  “transboy!reader and bullets!gerard? (pre-t reader)”

“Shit, I need a drink,” Gerard said nervously, pacing the backstage area of the small Jersey club his band was performing at tonight.

“Gee, you’re a great singer, you’re going to be fine,” you assured him. “I’m the one who should be worried about his ‘performance’." 

"You’re not putting on any kind of show, babe,” Gerard reminded. “You’re just outwardly presenting as the man you’ve always been inside.”

“Still,” you sighed. “This one of the first times I’ve worn masculine clothes in public. I haven’t started T or anything. I bet I don’t pass at all. People might say I look weird -”

“And they can go fuck themselves,” Gerard shrugged, downing a shot Mikey had handed him. “Anyone who says My Chemical  Romance sucks can go fuck themselves, too." 

"The difference is, nobody is going to say your band sucks, because your music is amazing,” you protested. 

“You’re amazing, too,” Gerard said softly, pulling you close. “My amazing, brave, handsome, boyfriend." 

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Follower Count

“Hiya, babes! It’s Laura!”

“Hello! It’s Laura! We hit a thousand, babes! We did it!

Laura was just another small time girl trying to hit it big with YouTube. There was hundreds of Youtubers like her out there. They put on makeup. They play video games. They review movies. They vlog about their day. They try weird products and make comedy shorts.

I found Laura on a late night. She’d made a comedy short with Katherine Short, a YouTuber I had followed for a few years. Laura caught my attention with her low voice, sweet smile, and odd eyes- she had heterochromia. One eye was dark brown, like her hair. The other was like a husky dog’s. Piercing blue.

Laura was new, she barely had a hundred followers when I first clicked subscribe. After that collaboration with Katherine, you could see her confidence soar. I had fun with her wit and hey, if someone’s entertaining, I’m gonna hit that magic red button.

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Lost Words (Barry Allen x Reader)

Part Three

Part One  Part Two

Prompt:  You had just come back to Central City after four years in college to major in medicine. When you came back, everything’s changed. Metahumans are now a thing, The Flash is running around the city, and you are now a doctor at Central City hospital. The only thing that hasn’t changed is your unresolved and unrequited love for Barry Allen.

Word Count: 2.5kish

Author’s Note: Guys, it’s part three! I promised y’all a part on Wednesday, and here it is. I hope it lives up to your expectations. Anyways, I loved see you guys in my inbox and it really does make my day a whole whole lot better:) and btw the drug used at the end is a real thing, in case y’all didn’t know, I just learned about it yesterday in Health Science class and I was like, ya know that would be awesome for this imagine….

You woke up the next morning staring at the ceiling of your apartment. You thought about the events from yesterday. How Barry, your Barry Allen, was the infamous Flash that the majority of the city adores. He has saved countless lives and puts himself in danger everyday. The sun peeked through your blinds, leaving bright stripes across your dark bedroom. You were still slightly hurt that no one told you about Barry’s secret, even if they were respecting Barry’s request. Then, you thought about the time where your life changed forever.

*11 years ago*

Your 12 year old self sat on the benches of the police department, waiting for your mom to come pick you up. You weren’t feeling well at school so your dad had to pick you up, but there was an incident and then there were the sounds of gunshots. The next thing you knew, you were getting put into another cop car and sent here, told by an officer to wait for your mother. 

You sighed heavily. You didn’t really comprehend what happened, all you knew was that you’d been waiting for 2 hours, sitting on a wooden bench alone. Just then, a boy your age came up to you with a smile. You looked up from your shoes.

He started to talk but then stuttered, forming incoherent words.

You smiled. “What, did you lose your words?” you asked.

His eyes grew slightly. “Did I what?”

“You know, lose your words. My mom says that to me all the time when I stutter,” you explained, reminding yourself just where the hell your mom was now.

The boy chuckled nervously before scratching the back of his head. “Uh, yeah, I think I did. Um, so, what’s your, uh, name?” he asked you.

Your smile grew larger. You thought he was kinda cute. “Y/N. I’m Y/N. What’s yours?”

He returned your smile and extend out a hand to you. “I’m Barry! My adoptive dad works here so I was just hanging around.”

“Really?! My dad works here too!” you replied enthusiastically.

He was going to reply when a girl with dark thick hair in a ponytail came running around the corner. 

“Barry!” she exclaimed. “I thought we were gonna do some homework in the conference room.”

Barry turned around to look at the girl running up to you two. “Iris, come meet Y/N! Her dad works here too.” He gave you a small smile.

The girl, Iris, smiled at you. “Hey! Do you want to come do homework with us? I see you brought your backpack.” She pointed at the backpack that you had to carry around with you since you left school. You looked down and thought for a second. You weren’t very good at talking to new people, and you were definitely more comfortable just sitting on the bench, but they seemed like nice friends and they were your age! Maybe it was time to step out of your comfort zone.

You nodded happily. “Sure!” You slung your backpack around your shoulders and followed the two to the room that they had set up.

Barry glanced over at you as you walked across the police department. “Looks like I found my words, Y/N!”

*Present time*

You sat up in bed, the clock reading 6:38 in red numbers. You were in shock and you were hurt, but you knew that Barry and Iris were still your best friends. You couldn’t just be mad at them without them giving you an explanation. Especially Barry. Oh, especially Barry. 

You rubbed your hands down your face in frustration. You could never be mad at them for more than a day. 

“Dang it, I hate myself,” you whispered. You flung the bed covers off of yourself and went to get ready. You were going to S.T.A.R. Labs. 

Two hours later you found yourself in the same elevator that you left in tears just a couple hours ago. You took a deep breath. Now that you’ve slept on it, you realize how rash you acted. You let your emotions get the best of you, and it was stupid. 

“This isn’t high school, Y/N,” you whispered to yourself. “Barry must have a reason. This isn’t high school.” The elevator doors opened and you walked towards the cortex. The empty hallways did nothing to soften the sound of your sandals against the tile which made you only more aware of your closeness to the place where Barry had almost lost his life.

You walked in to see Cisco alone in front of the computers with headphones in.

“Cisco?” you called out. No response.

You looked around, not really sure what you were looking for.

“Cisco?” you asked, a little louder. He was still clicking away when suddenly he jumped up in excitement and made a loud ‘Whoop!’ You took a step back and raised your eyebrows in surprise. Then he turned around and faced you with his headphones still in and his arms raised in triumph. 

“Oh, shit!” Cisco yelled. He pulled his headphones out and bent over the desk, clutching his heart. You suddenly came running from the doorway to him.

“What, are you okay? Are you having a heart attack?” you asked concerned.

“No,” he started, catching his breath, “just the fact that you scared the living crap out of me. Really, Y/N, you need to announce yourself before standing there like something out of a horror movie.” You looked down at your sweater and jeans and was about to ask how that looked like a horror movie, but you thought that you could live without knowing the answer to that.

You laughed at his dramatic reaction. “I’m sorry, Cisco. I’ll remember to ring the doorbell next time I come,” you teased. He glared at you before slumping back into the leather chair.

“So,” he asked with his head in his hand, “what are you doing here?” 

“I, uh, actually came here to talk to Barry. Is he here?” you questioned.

“Yeah, he’s actually just down that hall in the Speed Lab,” he said, pointing to your right outside the Cortex.

“Great,” you smiled, “Thanks, Cisco.” You were about to turn around when he stopped you.

“Wait, Y/N, I have a question.”

“Yeah?” You looked at him confused.

“Do you like Barry?” Cisco asked, staring straight at you.

Your eyes grew wide. Oh, crap. Panicking, you did the first thing that came to your mind when you get nervous.

You burst out in laughter.

“What?! Me? Liking Barry? Oh, please. No…no way. It’s Barry! Barry likes Iris, it’d be like emotional suicide to like…Barry…” you trailed off.

“Mhmm,” Cisco responded, obviously not believing you. You sighed in defeat.

“Yeah, I do,” you whispered. “That’s weird, you’re the first person to notice that I like him.”

“Well, I am Cisco,” he gloated and gave his smirk. You rolled your eyes as you leaned against the doorway of the Cortex.

“I’m just kidding, Y/N. I have known you for a couple months now, it’s not that hard to miss. I mean, your eyes trail on him just a couple more seconds longer than you do with others. Your face lights up whenever he enters a room.” You looked at him in pleasant surprise. Who knew Cisco was so observant?

“Yeah, I know. I’ve always been bad at hiding my feelings but no one seemed to notice. And he still likes Iris so I’ve been trying to get rid of my feelings…with no success,” you sighed.

“Actually,” Cisco started, “I think Barry doesn’t like Iris anymore. I watch them. She’ll drop hints to ask him out and sometimes it’s just a flat out question, but he always refuses. Always. And you know what I think?” He pointed at you with a suspicious look. 

“I think that he’s rejecting her because he likes you,” Cisco concluded.

You scoffed. “Please, Cisco, don’t give me false hope.” He put his hands up in surrender and shrugged.

“I’m not! I’m just saying,” he defended himself. You chuckled. “Yeah, sure, whatever. I’m gonna go find Barry now.”

“You do that!” Cisco replied as you rounded the corner to find your speedster.

You walked into a large room that you assumed was the Speed Lab as Barry’s vitals beeped on the table and you saw yellow lightning running in circles upstairs above you. Just then, Barry came down from the second level and looked at you from the entrance. 

“Y/N,” he said shocked.

“Hi, Barry,” you said. A pause. “So, how are you doing? I hope you’re taking it slow since you’re not fully healed yet.”

He smiled. “Yeah, don’t worry, making sure to not rip anything.” Another pause.

Barry opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. 

“I’ve seemed to have lost my words,” he mumbled. You gave a small smile. Ever since that day at the police station, you two have said that to each other when one person didn’t know what to say. You rarely used that line. Only once when Barry caught you almost skipping in middle school. He scolded you and told you to come back to class. You internally smiled at the memory.

“It’s okay. I’ll talk,” you started. You took a step towards him. “Barry, I…I want you to know that I care for you. You are my best friend and I want to be there for you every day. But, it hurts when you don’t let me do that.”

Barry finally looked up at you from his leather boots. “Y/N, I know. Joe told me what happened and I had no idea you felt like that. I’m sorry. I never intended for you to feel left out. I just…I can’t have something happen to you, Y/N. I can’t have you getting hurt be on me.”

You breathed out a small laugh. “That’s why you wouldn’t tell me? Because you were worried that I would get hurt?”

“Yes, Y/N! Every single person who knows my secret is in danger of getting hurt or worse. If they get hurt, it’s on me. And I can’t handle you being in danger.” He was now in front of you, close enough to where you could see the gold flecks in his green eyes and the worried creases that laid on his forehead.

You smiled and took one of his leather clad hands. “You don’t have to worry about me, Bar. I can take care of myself,” you said softly.

He started to shake his head. “No, Y/N. You don’t know what I go against every day. All of the people I care about are behind me and I worry if they’re going to be collateral damage. If you get hurt because of me…” Barry shook his head and looked off into the distance.

“Hey,” you held his face to look at yours. “Stop blaming things on yourself, Barry Allen. Even you, a man who can run into the future, can’t predict it yourself. No matter what happens to anyone, it isn’t your fault. It never is, okay? If somehow I get hurt or Joe does, it is not your fault. You need to stop taking care of other people and take care of yourself for once! Don’t push people away because you’re afraid. Pull them closer so that they can support you.” You squeezed his hands slightly, emphasizing your presence with him.

He looked at you with the saddest eyes and then you knew what was coming. Barry pushed you away.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But you need to go. I can’t have you here anymore,” he whispered. You dropped your arms by your sides.

“Really? Barry, I can take care of myself! I’m not some damsel in distress that needs constant attention. I won’t even be here most of the time. I just want you to know that I’m here for you, Bar.” The pain returned. How could he not want you here? He was okay with everyone else, but once again, not you.

“I…” he shook his head in frustration. “I just need you to leave, okay, Y/N?” With that, he sped away to God knows where, leaving you in the large, empty room with nothing but the beeps of the computers.

You angrily slammed the door of your car as you parked on the curb of your apartment complex.

“Stupid Barry. Stupid Y/N. You thought he liked you,” you scoffed to yourself. You groaned in anger when suddenly a crash pulled your attention to the other side of the street. It was a metahuman, robbing the jewelry store that laid across your apartment. He was shooting electricity out of his hands when suddenly, the man in the scarlet suit arrived.

People were running away from the scene, but you stayed locked in your spot. You knew you had to leave, yet something told you to stay put. You couldn’t leave Barry alone even though you knew that Cisco and Caitlin were in his ear comm. You couldn’t run knowing exactly just how dangerous electricity was. In the hospital, electricity was used to restart a heart, but it could stop one just as quickly.

You watched the scene unfold. Barry had gotten hit twice which made you uneasy but he seemed to get right back up. That was when you heard a groan. Beside the fight scene between the two metas, you saw a woman severely injured. It seemed that a part of metal had pierced her abdomen and blood was everywhere. You remembered your first aid kit in the trunk of your car. 

“Y/N!” Barry yelled as his opponent was the the middle of getting up from a hit. “You need to leave!” Then, he zipped off to fight the man again. You looked at the woman. You could save her. You car wasn’t even locked yet. You could just grab the kit, run, fix her up, and go in less than 10 minutes. After a quick battle between your two voices, you popped the trunk, snatched the black bag that held your medical supplies and ran as fast as you could to the bleeding victim. 

“Hey, I’m a doctor. I’m going to help you, okay? I just need you to hold on. Stay alive,” you whispered to her. She nodded slightly, her breath coming in short huffs. 

“Okay,” you whispered to yourself. You made sure to check that Barry and the meta were a good distance away from you before examining her. You decided to keep the metal in since you didn’t know what the damages were. You bandaged the gash to keep as much blood in as possible. Soon enough you were finished, you only had to get her to a hospital quickly. As you packed your supplies as fast as you could, a loud crash came from behind you. 

Barry had flung the meta into a car that was parked right behind you. He got up, blue electricity sizzling off of him. You grabbed a syringe from the kit that you knew would come in handy if he did what you hoped he’d do. And he did it.

His eyes locked with yours and in three long strides, he grabbed you by the neck and pushed your body against his, using you as a shield. 

“No!” Barry exclaimed. 

The meta chuckled menacingly. “Let me go, Flash. And I’ll let your little girlfriend go.” 

Barry extended out a hand warily. “Stop, please, don’t hurt her. You want me. Fight me.” You could feel the syringe growing sweaty in your palm. You need to put this medication straight into his heart or it won’t work. You just needed to move slightly to the right…

Without thinking, you stepped on his right foot, making him lose his grip on you. You turned around and stabbed the syringe right where his heart was located and quickly injected him with the drug. A second later he fell to the ground, heart stopped and unconscious. Then you looked at Barry.

“Flash! GO! You have four seconds,” you yelled panicking. Barry stared at you for one second before he sped away to handcuff the meta and doused him in water to kill the electricity. Right when Barry turned the nearby water hose off, you could see the meta’s chest start to rise and fall once again yet still unconscious.

Barry looked at you with relief and ran back to you. He held your face in between his hands. “Are you okay?” he asked worried. You covered your hands with his.

“Yes, I’m great. I told you I can take care of myself, Flash,” you remarked. Barry smiled his famous smile at you. You looked him in the eyes. “You won’t push me away, Barry,” you whispered. “No matter how hard you try, I will always be here for you. Whether you like it or not.”

Barry rubbed his thumbs along your cheek bones softly.

“You know,” he said in a hushed tone, “Cisco said I should make a move on you. And that you wouldn’t mind.”

Nerves suddenly took over your body and instincts took over. You gave him a gigantic smile and responded in the same hushed voice. “No,” you said, “I…would not.”

The next thing you knew, Barry had placed his lips on yours. A second passed as you froze. A million things ran through your mind. But you were only focused on one. As you kissed back with your fingers around his neck and his hands around your waist, you could only think about how all this time you thought Barry wasn’t the one. But, in that moment, you couldn’t even think about being with anyone else except the man that was with you right now.

You don’t know if you would’ve stopped kissing Barry anytime soon when suddenly, claps began to appear around you, Then, a full blown applause. That’s when you realized that you were still in public. And that the entire city probably saw the scene that unfolded in front of them.

“Oh, crap,” you said as you hid your face in Barry’s chest. You weren’t very good with the spotlight on you.

Barry chuckled before carrying you so that he could run out of the scene for the police to take care of.

“Oh, wait!” you told Barry right when he was about to run. You pointed at the police and told them a quick run over the woman who was laying stable on the floor behind you. They nodded, quick loading her into an ambulance. It was only when the sirens of the vehicle faded then could you peacefully go with Barry. You nodded at him and in a second, the two of you disappeared in a blur. 

He dropped you gently on the couch of your apartment. He sat next to you before taking off his mask and kissing you again but with more passion this time. You pulled away, breathless. 

“Please don’t push me away again, Bar,” you murmured.

Barry hugged you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder. 

“Never again, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you now.”

You smiled contently. “Seems like you’ve found your words, Barry,” you teased. He gave you a loving smile. 

As long as you had Barry and your friends right beside you, maybe Central City wouldn’t be that bad. In fact, it was great to be back home.

The End

Good Friends Show Up With A Shoulder To Cry On; Best Friends Show Up With A Shovel To Smack The Asshole That Made You Cry

(Damn Keith back at it again with the stupidly long titles)

Guess who’s back with more procrastination one-shots!

This one’s more of a Todd and Dirk friendship thing, although you could read it as pre-slash, and this evolved from my desire to see a) more of Todd standing up for Dirk like the good protective bestie/action hero/white knight that we all know he can be and b) the Rowdies getting called out for how they treat Dirk. Which isn’t to say I don’t fuckin LOVE the Rowdies, ‘cuz you KNOW I do, they’re my babes- but even if they never actually hurt Dirk, he was fuckin’ terrified when they first appeared, so it’s pretty messed up that they keep doing their vampire thing to him anyway. So this takes place in some unspecified time period after season one, where everyone’s escaped the CIA again and the agency’s up and running but Amanda’s still (understandably) pissed with Todd and he’s getting a bit of a handle on his pararibulitus.

Enjoy! <3

The first time it happened, Todd didn’t have an awful lot of time to think about it.

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The Broken Musketeers 2

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1793

Pairing: BuckyxReader, StevexReader

Summary: Bucky interrupts your attempt at phone sex with Steve and makes it very clear that if you tease Bucky you have to follow through with it.

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

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27 Things We Learned On Set With Matthew Daddario
Get to know the Shadowhunters star!
By Kristin Harris, Taylor Miller

1. If anyone could play you in a movie, who would you pick?

Cate Blanchett would kill it. Can you see if she’s available?

2. What’s the first album you ever bought?

Hahaha, no.

3. Describe your style in three words.

Things that fit.

4. Craziest fan story?

One time I walked in to a store and a guy came over to help. He’s talking to me for a minute and I’m being semi socially-capable. He takes a step back, looks me up and down and says, “Hey, wait a minute…you look like that boy from that show.” I go, “Yeah?” And he says, “Yeah, that kid from (show name redacted) show. Damn. You look just like him.” It was a different show with a guy who shoots arrows. I was like, “Oh, yeah I hear that sometimes.”

5. Last book you read?

[I’ve] been reading Dune. It’s nice when you haven’t read a book in ten years so you forget most of it and it’s like reading it anew. So great.

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My 5 Favorite Movies

As payment for the lovely Patreon contribution of Alice, I agreed to provide a list of my top 5 favorite movies (horror or not) and whatever film quotes I remember that I love. So, here we are:

5.  Kill Bill (Yes, Both Parts)

Any real fan of Quentin Tarantino knows that Kill Bill is not two movies–it is one movie, split into parts because that’s how the studio wanted to deliver it. Don’t say you don’t like part two as much as part one; Kill Bill is one movie. 

Why is this on my list? To tell you the truth, it doesn’t really seem to make sense considering who I am and what I do… except that it 100% is a Nick Nocturne kind of film.

There are no major psychological mystery elements, there’s no major abstract symbolism to decode or puzzle to break, and while the story of Kill Bill is horrifying, it’s not strictly horror.

And yet, Kill Bill is extremely valuable to me. So much so that I have the physical DVD copies of both parts and my own Hanzo sword replica, given to me during a past Christmas from someone who knew me better than I had realized up until that point.

Quentin Tarantino is a role model for me and anyone who believes in the Night Mind mission statement. An independent creator who taught himself, did his own work, and fought his way into the industry on his own terms making original work that challenged the field and broke the mold, Quentin Tarantino is revered for a very good reason. He told us unique, engaging stories that spoke to him and never bowed to the entertainment field’s requests to make “more of what sold last summer.” 

Kill Bill is probably the bravest, boldest movie Quentin Tarantino could have ever made before Django Unchained, and I don’t think anyone else could have ever gotten away with doing this. Outrageously violent, over-the-top action sequences, and oozing with charisma that’s equally cool and absurd, this world doesn’t follow cinema rules of the time it came out. Kill Bill stands alone, much like The Bride herself, and it takes no prisoners.

And the story? That awesome story! You cannot get a more badass, engaging revenge tale than the bloody path of The Bride. And let’s face it: you never, ever imagined a movie involving a woman punching her way out of a coffin, did you? And you probably never expected to enjoy seeing that as much as you did.

4 - Trick ‘r Treat

Let’s get something straight here, mmkay?

Michael Dougherty is brilliant and cannot make a bad movie.

Trick ‘r Treat is one of the best Halloween movies I’ve ever seen. I love it so much, it shares the same treatment I gave Kill Bill–I have the DVD, and I bought a Sam Hain Pop Vinyl figure. If I can get more Sam stuff while browsing geek merchandise stores, I absolutely will.

A short story collection horror movie on Halloween that feels like Halloween and celebrates a bunch of different Halloween monster and horror characters and situations is so valuable. I enjoy every aspect of this movie, and it just keeps surprising you. It’s fresh, it’s exciting, it’s fun, it’s disturbing, and it just brings so many different pieces of what Halloween is for people into one film. And like Quentin Tarantino, Michael Dougherty kind of had to fight his way into the field, too. 

Trick ‘r Treat began its life as an animated short film by Micahel Dougherty in 1996 called “Season’s Greetings.” It was a traditional animation by the actual director and writer! And he had to hold onto his idea for about ten years before he could make it. The film was was originally intended for wide release in theaters in October of 2007, but got pushed off the theatrical release plans for that year and sat in limbo. Trick ‘r Treat was only given screenings at festivals after this and, after buzz was created on the festival circuit, it was given a DVD & Blu-Ray release in 2009. 

Michael Dougherty waited about ten years to make his idea into the movie. And then it took another two years for a wide audience to actually see it.

But now, Dougherty’s having the last laugh—Trick ‘r Treat is a cult classic with so much love and merchandising success behind it that he was given the power to make Krampus, a movie I gave my first glowing review for on the channel last year. I even bought the DVD this year and watched it again on December 23rd.

3- The Matrix

The Matrix was the first film I ever saw that really opened up my mind and shocked me with ideas and imagination. It’s not just a sci-fi action movie, it’s a classic and potent revelation film.

The entire idea of the Matrix is shocking, startling, and so enticing to explore. Conspiracies, secret societies, breaking cages around the mind built by the world–this movie will do so much for you.

Again, you can make jokes about my reverence for his movie like you might with my respect for the quotes of Tyler Durden, but movies like The Matrix become huge success stories and stay in the public consciousness for years for major reasons. This is a movie that opens up your mind to see so much more than meets the eye and really think about a lot of things.

2 - The Wall (Pink Floyd)

The greatest tragedy of Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” is that not many people know this movie exists. Before I found David Lynch, before I found Donnie Darko, before all of other movies I can call Night Mind material, there was The Wall.

I can never properly express how much love I have for the entire creation of Pink Floyd’s The Wall. The album, the movie, the concert, the concept… this is a piece of my heart.

You want to talk about an abstract, surrealist art film that gets under your skin and generates a form of empathy you’ve never felt? This movie will do that. It’s tough for people who can’t even fully get into David Lynch’s more accessible stuff, but for those who know how to walk through the weird side of film, this movie will do incredible things to you.

Taken entirely from the perspective of a rock star character named Pink Floyd, we explore the inner thoughts, feelings, and guarded memories in the brain of a superstar musician who stumbled his way into fame after a life of suffering, loneliness, and disconnection with human beings. If you ever wanted to dive headfirst into the psyche of a troubled celebrity with a major artistic bend, this is your chance. And it is, of course, all set to the awesome music of the classic concept album.

If I were going to hand you guys an official Night Mind challenge, it would be tackling The Wall and coming back to explain it to me. If I’ve managed to teach you guys anything at all through my investigation methods and explanations, you’ll be able to show me the result by interpreting this masterpiece.

1- Mulholland Drive

How did I react after watching Mulholland Drive for the first time?

I did something I never do after watching a movie:

I thought to myself, very seriously, “I think I finally watched a perfect movie.”

And that feeling has never left me.

Mulholland Drive is the most accessible David Lynch property besides Twin Peaks. If you watch it, you’ll understand it, even if you don’t fully get it. If you pay attention watching the movie and feel what’s coming across, even if you have no idea what the ending actually was or what it meant, you’ll still understand perfectly what it’s trying to convey, and that’s a flawless victory for a David Lynch piece.

I’ll warn you now: if you watch this movie, it’s going to hurt you. It will do things to you that you don’t expect. Watch it alone if you can, and watch it entirely, seriously, with full focus and an isolated atmosphere. Don’t let anything get in the way of your experience or interrupt your viewing.

Like The Wall, this is a Night Mind challenge movie. And like The Wall, it’s not an emotionally or mentally easy piece to experience. But if you want to inject art straight into your brain and give yourself emotional heart palpitations, this is the film for you.

And yes, it’s a puzzlebox, because it is a David Lynch piece. But even without putting all the pieces together, you’ll see enough of the picture to feel the weight of what it represents. 

If you’re a crying kind of person when it comes to certain movies, then get the tissues ready and a pillow. Hold on tight.

Mulholland Drive is an important film–one of the most important films I’ve ever seen. And after seeing Eraserhead as my introduction to David Lynch, which pissed me off entirely and made me think Lynch was just some overly artsy hack, Mulholland Drive made me fall in love with the man’s brain and revere him.

Hate and laughter against a director to love and ultimate respect in a single movie–that’s the power of Mulholland Drive.


And those are my top five! I have a lot more movies I love and respect, but these are the ones I feel deserve to be shared and given their positions here.

And… wow, I’m seriously bad at thinking of quotes. I’m sorry, haha. Hope the list suffices!

500 followers special: Warren Worthington iii headcanons

1. He loves his head rubbed and scratched and touched. After the few scars that spread across his face and into the skin of his his head healed from the crash, leaving lumpy, discolored lines and marks behind, Warren now secretly loves it when someone just rubs over them and gives him a good massage. It makes him feel better about himself, and feels amazing on the new skin.
2. He loves strawberries. He had them once as a kid a long time ago, but when he arrived at the mansion and ate some for the first time in ten years, they were immediately a favorite.
3. Warren hates cleaning his room. He prefers the usual: nest for a bed, wide variety of clothes on the closet floor, bottles covering the dresser, old records stacked on the desk, windows closed and curtains drawn, etc. Kurt is usually the one to walk in and actually straighten up the boys cave of a room.
4. Warren probably likes a rat for a pet. The team is disgusted when he comes home and pulls a large, black and white rat out of the pet store box to kiss and hold.
5. Since Warren learned to drive, he totally revamped the car to be able to fit his wings comfortably. The gang is shocked when they all go out and see the drivers and passengers seats cut into so there are two large indents right under the shoulder areas. The holes go into the middle of the seats until they are only half a foot apart, down three feet, and then end around where a person’s waist would rest.
“What the hell did you do to my car!?” Scott stares in horror at the craftsmanship and careful stitching, and Warren couldn’t care less what the leader thinks.
“Its not your car Scottie, calm down.”
6. This boy will have a container of cheeseballs gone in a day. Kurt doesn’t know where he puts it all.
7.  Warren’s skeleton is set differently than the rest of the X Kids to be fit for his wings. His bones are more hollow than a humans, he has two extra ball-socket joints in his back that hold his wings (and look really weird when they move,) and his ribs go down three inches closer to his pelvis- which also goes up two more inches- so that his waist is slightly less flexible than normal. The team eventually notices all these weird quircks, and Warren spends an hour teaching them all about his weird anatomy that keeps him comfortable in the air.
8. His piercings would be: two in each hip, one in his tongue, fake gauges, a penis piercing in there somewhere, and maybe a lip ring.
9. During unpleasant topics in class- such as drug addiction, alcoholism, drug use, depression, anxiety, PTSD, etc.- Kurt always makes sure to sit behind Warren and gently rub circles into the base of his wings. Warren is thankful for the teleporter keeping him all the way there; tugging lightly on the feathers and rubbing the skin between them in comforting motions to keep the angel comfortable. It’s a way to let Warren know that  he is okay- he is safe, and Kurt is right there for him.
10. Warren would be the one to build an old extreme-horsepower car in the garage. He’d pick up some classic fastback and totally fix the engine and have it running like a demon; scarring the shit out of Kurt when it comes to life and nearly makes them deaf.
11. He loves soft things. He’ll never admit it- but he does indeed love wrapping himself in a nice, cozy blanket, especially with Kurt.
12. Warren can sketch really well. He would never do it in front of people, and the only way Kurt found out was when he bamfed into their room at five in t morning and caught Warren doodling like an expert on the paper. (He loves Warren’s beautiful drawings, but the angel never shows them to anyone- not even Kurt)
13. He hums music in his sleep.
Kurt will commonly find Warren sound asleep at night humming and quietly moaning along to a random song that he’s never heard before. He wonders where Warren gets the strange tunes from- if they even came from a source at all- and falls back asleep with a gentle smile on his face to the angels quiet, sleepy, rythmed noises.
14. Warren was offered a ‘spot’ in the schools emo group- the punk rockers that dress and talk just like him- but he declined rudely. The 'leader’ of the rough group had acted as if it was an honor to be asked to join their drugged up, rock and roll, smoking, leather-wearing get-together when he sauntered up to Warren, and the team watched with worry as they were sure their Angel would leave them to be with people like himself.
They were all surprised, however, when Warren replied to the rube boy with a cracking punch to the nose that sent him to the floor, both gangs gasping and staring in shock at the angel stood over the unconscious punk. Warren ignored them, and simply turned back to join the X Kids silently as they continued on down the hall, leaving the emos behind.
“Y-you don’t vant to be vith them instead?” Kurt asked, worry and confusion in his quiet voice.
“Why would I want to go be with THEM? Don’t you know I’m too much of a loner and too aggressive to hang out with people like myself?” Warren says with a straight face, and Kurt and the others relax with knowing smiles.
15. Warren loves attention. Not the kind of attention where he’s called out in class and argues with the teacher, no. Warren loves the attention where people touch and pet him like a human puppy. He almost always spreads out over their group on movie night or any time they find themselves lounging, and stretches at the nice hands of Kurt or the others massaging him. Warren will always fall asleep like this, and smile at knowing he will trap all of them under his heavy body when he’s out.
16. Warren is an amazing flyer. The team always thinks he would be sloppy in the air with how he walks and talks on land, but are always surprised when the angel takes off and has the precision and speed of a falcon in the clouds and through the forest.
17. Warren was fired from the strip club after his stunt with Kurt. They both were- in fact, but Warren doesn’t mind. He and Kurt can’t do whatever they want in their own home in their own room.
18. Warren can fly with wet wings for a short amount of time, but once they become soaking and heavy, he has to stop. The gang always laughs at the sight of poor Warren when he gets caught in the rain and lands with messy, dripping wings shivering like a dog, and the angel glares at them as he shakes off and sprays them all.
19. He still has bad flashbacks and night terrors every now and then, and Warren doesn’t think they will ever go away. Every now and then, when something happens to trigger one and send him into a full blown panic attack, Kurt and the others are always there to calm him down and bring him back.
Warren also doesn’t think he will ever get used to so many nice hands on him treating him with caring kindness in such an embarrassing time of need.
20. Warren often has doubts in himself when it comes to his relationship with Kurt. He feels as if he screws up too much- he gets too drunk, he’s too loud, he’s too aggressive, he’s too angry all the time, and GAH! Why can’t he ever get this right!?
But Kurt doesn’t think so, however. He knows the angel needs a lot of reassurance, and the teleporter gladly gives it to him each and every day.
21. Warren has a food problem. He hasn’t been able to have confidence in a steady, fulfilling diet since he was a child before his wings grew in. In the cage, they never fed him properly. On the streets, he had to fend for himself. When he was a child, he was locked in his room to be hidden from society.
So when he arrives and heals at the mansion, Warren can’t help but return to his old habits of survival. He sneaks into he kitchen late at night and stuffs his shirt with whatever he wants, and runs back up to his room to keep it stored safely away. Warren still can’t comprehend or believe the fact that he is allowed whatever food he wants here- he has NEVER been used to such stability- and continues on hiding food and skipping meals.
The team notices right away the angels hard-driven habit, and leave it be for a shortwhile; thinking he will break and get over it.
But Warren doesn’t, and soon the gang realizes that their Angel needs a little help.
A little convincing, a little trusting, a little bit of time- and soon Warren finally allows himself to trust the school to feed him well.
He’s not used to it. Warren can’t take in the feeling of this place officially being home.
But he will someday, Kurt tells him. And Warren likes to believe it.
Lets just… think about these for a moment, shall we?

A film critic (under the cut)

I watched “Look Who’s Back” (Original title: “Er ist wieder da”) in cinema with my parents today and it was one of the most intense cinema visits of my entire life. I can honest to god say it was worth it, but it was disgusting too. I am so appaled by all of the events concerning the refugees, the rise of national parties and all of those themes that were addressed that are so common nowadays. It’s like it’s the beginning of the 20th century all over again, and that is nothing but a bad thing.

Before you read: I know and understand that there is a lot you shouldn’t laugh about in this movies, and I didn’t laugh at the whole movie. If you read this, you will see that I cried, and I got angry.

Keep in mind that this movie was made (just like the book was written) to make you, me, all of us realise that we are always in danger of being manipulated and that it’s important to self-check before laughing at stuff like this. (Also, this is not spoiler-free but I kept the biggest plot twists out of it. Stuff that didn’t appear in the book.)

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(Haven't Thought of a Cool Title Yet)

AN: I was on Netflix and I was trying to find a movie to watch. I saw the “13 Going on 30” cover and thought I GOT AN IDEA!! I haven’t actually watched the movie in forever but this is loosely based off it.

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Hinata liked to think about the future a lot and Sasuke liked to chalk it up to her just being a girl. That would usually spark up an argument and would end in Sasuke using his allowance to buy her a fancy milkshake at the local Burger Place, which is where they currently were.

Hinata squeezed her eyes close and clamped her hand on her head. “Brain freeze!” She squealed. Sasuke being the cool teenager he was, smirked. It was her fault for being greedy.

“You get one every time,” he explained.

Opal eyes glared at him through the pain. They were young, happy and yet constantly on an emotional roller coaster…Sasuke was going through a “I hate everyone and everything but the color black” phase followed by a side of acne and Hinata discovered that gifts from this Mother Nature woman were always going to be horrible and regular.

Being thirteen was gross and weird.

Hinata couldn’t wait to be an adult and have everything figured out.

“Ne, Sasuke,” started Hinata. “How do you think I’ll, um, look in a few years?” She played with her boyish haircut.

He picked at his fries and glanced up at his anxiety-filled friend. “Like an older dork.” He huffed.

“Seriously!” She blurted out before a wave of heat lifted the color in her cheeks. People were staring. “I…mean, we have to grow up one day.”

“If I make it.” He shrugged.

Hinata focused on her drink. There he goes with that mess again. Sasuke was, despite what he thought, impressionable beyond belief. He watched a movie about a nonchalant character that only wore black and skulls and…here he is.

In the same hand, Hinata was the most impatient person Sasuke knew. She was quiet and…well, his only constant friend since elementary school. That was his friend but damn…she was so concerned about shit out of her control.

“Finish your shake,” said Sasuke. “The sun’s gonna set soon.”

Hinata nodded and proceeded to walk into yet another brain freeze.


Despite everything, life was okay. Hinata laughed as a puppy ran after Sasuke’s bike. “Get the damn dog!” He swerved on the sidewalk.

“He just wants to play!” Hinata grinned and gasped when her handlebars started to shake as they edged over a hill.

Things moved really fast. She heard Sasuke shout her name but her bike wasn’t doing as she wanted. It was funny, Sasuke told her that her chains were rusty…he told her that a few times but she always forgot. She should have asked her father too.

Last thing she saw was a tree then darkness engulfed her.


Hinata groaned and rolled over in her head as her alarm went off. “Ugh,” grunted the Hyuuga. She reached out of her warm bed and turned off the annoying little thing. One eyes cracked open at the green fluorescent numbers… 9:40 in the morning. Her eyes nearly budged out her head. SHE MISSED THE BUS!!

Hinata jumped out of bed and the headache she got quickly reminded her that she just fell off of a bike. “Take it easy,” she told herself. She rubbed her eyes and walked out of the doorway and down the hall…


She looked down at the tiled floor and back at the unfamiliar room she just walked out of. “Huh?” Where was she? She blinked a few times and continued through this… “W-where am I?”

There were photos hanging up in the hall of some couple. A goofy looking man and his smiling wife. Hinata smiled, these strange people looked like exact opposite but the woman looked oddly familiar…like her mother actually.

The sound of the front door opening snapped her off the face of the opal eyed woman on the wall. She sighed, great now she can get answers. “E-excuse me?” She called and turned the corner to see two tall men. One was the man on the picture and the other… “Who are you?” She took a step back.

The picture man raised his very thick brow. “Bunny, what-”

As he took a step forward she took a step back. “Who are you? Where’s my father? Where am I?”

“Is this some game?” He laughed and charged at her. Hinata screamed in horror and ran back into the room. She cried as the man knocked on the door. “Hinata! What’s wrong? You’re not playing, huh?”

“Leave me alone! Where is my family?” She locked the door and back away.

“I am your family!” He shouted.

She shook her head and looked at herself in the full-body mirror. Her eyes widened. “W-who?” She touched her face and looked down at her…body? “What happened to me!” She cried out. She looked like the woman in the photo.

“Lee, she’s just being overdramatic.” She heard the other man say behind the door.


She closed her eyes and hoped this was a dream. Why was she…old? She pinched her cheek and looked at her reflection and screamed again. “What’s going on!?” She ran to the locked door. “What happened to me?”

“Nothing! You’re perfectly fine!” The Lee voice tried.

“Are you sure?” The other man chuckled.

“This isn’t funny, Sasuke.” Lee hissed.

Hinata gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth. Sasuke? Sasuke was old too? What…what the fuck?

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Maybe a Little Too Clearly

Cloud wasn’t exactly sure how to take his exam results. It was a lot better than the all out rejection from his first try (and he knew Zack had to kiss a lot of ass to let him try in the second try surprises) but it wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for. 

“You results were higher than expected,” Cloud read, “but due to your low absorbtion rate and current eye handicap-”

“It’s a safety issue,” Zack pointed out, “wouldn’t want you in a mako coma or something…or loosing an eye." 

"We recommend you try for…what the fuck is Basecom?" 

"Ooh,” Zack said, “They want you for Base Communicator?”

“What. The Fuck. Is it?” Cloud asked. 

“It’s like…a jack of all trades position,” Zack said, “You learn how everything works and communicate with guys on missions to make sure they know what’s going on. You learn a lot faster than normal Thirds is what it means. And you get a hell of a lot more training time. This is, like, the best option you could have gotten Cloud." 

"It sounds like they’re making me a secretary,” Cloud said. 

“…Eh, kinda,” Zack admitted, “you won’t see much combat, but you figure out how SOLDIER works and get promoted a lot faster as Basecom. Angeal was one.” Cloud nodded. 

“It’s a good position, Cloud,” Zack said, “Imagine…all of the SOLDIERs out on the field right now are like…a giant wheel.”

“And I’m the axel in the middle making sure they turn,” Cloud finished. 

“Exactly!” Zack said, “you meet with pretty much all the higher ups a lot and you talk with the guys out there doing missions and everybody likes you because you tell them what to do and how to do it. It’s a good position." 

"So…a middle man,” Cloud said. Zack nodded. 

It didn’t sound too bad, and if Zack was right he’d be caught up in no time with all the supposed extra training time he had. 

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Request: MFW guys asking Kuni how to romance MC and then trying it on her

-such a cute idea-

Sorry I haven’t been writing much… University makes me want to sleep all day every day…
Since my uni’s website’s being a jerk and not letting me submit due homework, I gotta stay up and wait for it to load- and write.


“You really should be nicer to them, Yamato!” Saeki declared most passionately, his arms swooping through the air in one of his whimsical gestures.
“They’re all dramatic brats.” The physics teacher grumbled, crossing his arms. “Girls. Pffft.”
“You’re the most insensitive man I have ever lay eyes on.” Saeki gave a pronounced sigh and turned to Kunihiko. “Don’t you agree?”
The purple haired man just chuckled.
“Well, you don’t have to be that harsh.” Takao pointed out with a pleasant tone. “It’s not like they’re guilty of slacking off all the time.”
“Girls are just problematic.”
“Well, some of my female fans do get really clingy and obsessive and a little weird.” Yuta mused, frowning. “It actually scares me a little.” He shook the thought out of his head and laughed. “So weird.”
Ren said nothing and swirled his orange juice in his glass. Pleased with Yuta’s agreement with his point, Yamato turned to Akito.
“What bout you? Don’t you find your customers annoying to deal with?”
“Well…” He brushed his fingers through his hair carelessly. “They’re generally in a really nice and warm mood when they come up. At least, they will be when we’re done. It’s not too bad.”
“It’s not like it’s a woman’s problem.” Kyoichi took a swig of his beer. “People in general are just annoying to deal with.”
“Says the diplomat.” Yamato retorted.
“It’s a living.” Kyoichi shrugged and took another drink.
“You really should just be nicer to them.” Haruka piped up, nodding with a pleasant smile in Yamato’s direction.
“Why do I need to put in effort to make little girls happy?” Yamato folded his arms and leaned back against the counter, taking a drink.
“It doesn’t take much, really.” Kunihiko said as he took a handful of salted peanuts and popped them into his mouth. “Like __________, she gets super happy super fast. It’s not even an effort.”
“Absolutely agree with that.” Akito smirked, closing his eyes for a moment as he reminisced what you were like as a child. “She was happy-go-lucky and loved everything we did.”

“So… was there anything she liked most, Kuni?”
Your boyfriend spoke quite eagerly, pushing forward to the edge of his seat.
“She really loved to watch movies. At home. With blanket forts and popcorn. You know __________’s all about the food.” Kunihiko’s violet eyes narrowed fondly as he remembered the little girl crawling under pillows and chairs, grinning, the pink ribbons of her braids swinging in small bows. “And zoos. She loved going to the zoo.”
“Food always gets her too.” Akito chuckled as he thought back to older times. “She really really loves cheesecakes.”
“Really, all in all, __________’s just a sucker for romance.” Kunihiko smiled. “Make her feel special and she’ll be giggling for days on end.”


“I’m home, Takamasa!”
You call out cheerfully from the doorway, jingling your keys happily as you walk in, carrying groceries.
“Honey! Drop the stuff in the kitchen and come into the living room, I have something to show you!”
You load up the cabinets and the fridge with the goods and walk into the living room curiously, only to be met with a wide horror at the scene. Your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, but all the blankets in the apartment was now draped over chairs and the couch, making something that looked like a messy tent in the middle of the already messy apartment.
“Hey Honey!” He popped up from under a patterned throw and grinned widely at you. “Come join me in our little love nest within our love nest!” He reaches out for your hand.
“What … is…. this?”
You were still stunned at the damage to the living room as you slowly duck under the blanket fort. Beneath the blankets was a spacious sitting area, sandwiched between the dining room chairs and the front of the couch facing the television. Cushions were laid out, and a few glass candle holders flickered with live flame. A warm, buttery aroma filled the air, wafting out of a big basket of popcorn in the middle and bottles of sparkling juice were sitting in a tub of ice.
“So, Honey” Saeki kissed your hand. “Do you like our little love nest?”
“Is this some sort of Netflix and Ch-“
“No way!” Saeki jumped on his cushion and shook his head with mock hurt in the dark eyes. “How could my dear Honey have such little faith in my organizational skills!? It is an evening of classy romance, Honey, of our love, of our devotion, of mature, beautiful love between the -“
You giggled and tossed popcorn into his mouth, blushing and beaming at his wonderful arrangement.
“Thank you, Takamasa. I love this.”
He chewed the popcorn and smiled.
“I’m glad you do, Honey.”
You lean against him and snuggle up with another blanket, the lights dimmed under the filter of the sheets above you.
“So, what are we watching?”
Saeki kissed the top of your head as you reached up and put more popcorn in his mouth without looking.
“All your favourites, Honey, all your favourites.”

“Oh my gosh- What did-“
Your boyfriend ran out to the foyer to greet you with a giant bear hug. He had the day off to recover from a long day of scheduled events the day before, and when he sent you off to buy some popcorn, you certainly didn’t expect an entire blanket fort to be set up when you returned.
“What’s this for, Yuta?” You mumble into his shoulder in shock.
“For you!”
He squeezed you even harder, his entire body bouncing around on the spot.
“Do you like it?!”
“Y-Yes! Is this what the popcorn is for?” You ask excitedly, his enthusiasm rubbing off on you as your boyfriend dragged you towards the living room. He let go of your hand and dove into the pillows and sheets. Laughing, you turn back to the kitchen to pop the popcorn.
In five minutes, you were snuggled up with Yuta in the blanket fort, holding a giant bowl of popcorn between the two of you, tossing it into each others mouths. Yuta wiggled a piece in front of you.
“Say ahhhhh!”
You blushed a little, but it was hardly visible in the dim lighting, and you hardly cared. It was a moment of pure sunlight and rainbows in your heart, and you played along with Yuta at every turn.
He tossed the piece of popcorn into your mouth and leaned in quickly, closing the space between the two of you as he planted a fleeting kiss to your lips.
“You’re so cute!” He grinned.
You turned beet red, tossing piece after piece of popcorn at him.
“H-hey!” Yuta swatted at them, pouting. “How about lets watch a movie or something? I heard of this new Netflix and chill thing sounds really great!”
You blushed up to your ears, Yuta still jabbering away without noticing.
“You don’t want to?” He tipped his head curiously. “Kuni said you like Netflix and chill with blanket forts!”
“He said WHAT?!” You yelp, nearly overturning the bowl of popcorn on Yuta’s head.
“Yeah!” Yuta said excitedly. “I thought it was a great idea! We’d watch Netflix all night and eat popcorn and lie together in a blanket fort!”
“You don’t…. no…. Never mind.” You give a dry chuckle and shake your head. “Netflix and chill. The Yuta way.”
“Yup!” He said, still not quite understanding your embarrassment. “The Yuta way!”

“I’m home!”
Your boyfriend’s warm, low voice came from the doorway as you hurry out to greet him. You take his briefcase and smile happily at his face.
“You look so cheerful today.” Takao remarked gently. “Did something nice happen?”
“You’ll see!”
Takao suddenly snatches his jacket away from you when you try to take it, and the smile stiffens on your face.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine.” His expression was faintly awkward, and he nodded quickly. “Something smells good, what’s in the kitchen?”
“I’ll go get dinner ready if your hungry?” You ask quietly, and Takao nods again, even faster as if he was eager for you to get away from him. You scamper into the kitchen, feeling a little confused and down.
You served up dinner, medium rare steak arranged nicely with vegetables on a plate. You had specially perfected this dish to make today a little more special for Takao. Everything seemed normal too, the strain of the earlier encounter seemed to have faded out of his mind as he ate like usual, laying the compliments on thick as he tried the different aspects of the dish. Everything was normal.
“Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”
You work up the courage to approach the topic as the dinner ended, and Takao turned faintly pink.
“Yes. Very much. I mean. I’ll clean up the plates. You wait here for a bit.”
He cleared the table and your eyes follow him worriedly. Takao reappeared soon with two plates of what looked like dessert, setting one down in front of you. He cleared his throat, taking a deep breath as he spoke with rosy cheeks.
“I thought I’d surprise you.”
“Cheesecake!” You jump in your chair, delight flushing through your body. “This is what you were hiding?” Takao turned pinker and smiled as he sat down.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it!” You giggle until the smile dies off your face. “Sorry for-“
“No, don’t apologize for it, it was my fault too.” Takao reached for your hand and placed his warm touch over yours. “At least we can agree that it was just a mismatched surprise for some cheesecake?”
“Thank you, Takao.”
He smiled, and squeezed your hand.

You blinked lazily in the Saturday sunlight.
The blankets were still tangled around you, the soft sheets warm against your bare skin. Your eyes burst open fully.
You lie naked in the bed, alone, your boyfriend probably that clattering sound in the distance. It’s a nice morning and there’s some sort of really enchanting scent that’s coming into focus.
Hopping out of bed with a hungry stomach, two - or maybe more you didn’t have the mind to check - new hickies, Yamato’s shirt and a pair of shorts, you scurry out towards the kitchen.
Sure enough, your boyfriend was standing there, wearing your blue initialed apron he made for you, leaning over the counter at something in particular.
“Good morning, Yamato!” You greet him happily and he flinches so hard he nearly knocks you over.
“Woah that the heck Pouty you can’t sneak up on me like this!” He frowned as he tried to block you from seeing what he was making.
“What’s cooking?” You try to peer around his arm and Yamato puts a hand on your head, pushing you back. You swat at him with your arms, fingertips skimming and hardly reaching his chest. “Heyyyyyy!”
“I’m cooking!” Yamato huffed. “Get out of my kitchen!”
“I thought this was my kitchen!” You shoot back.
“It will be when it’s time for dinner.” Yamato laughed and gave your head another playful shove. “Off you go, right now it’s Yamato cookin’ time.”
You sit and wait on the couch outside, polishing off a fruit jam bun to sooth your growling stomach. With some loud, purposeful footsteps, your boyfriend barges into the quiet living room.
“Would you look at this.” Yamato smirked as he sat down beside you and placed a large serving tray on the coffee table. Upon it sat a large cheesecake, forks, and two mugs of warm coffee. “Gosh, why is your boyfriend so good at everything?” Yamato raised an eyebrow at you, watching your reaction eagerly.
Your eyes lit up at the sight of the food, and you grin happily at him.
“You’re amazing! How did you know I like cheesecake?”
Yamato shrugged casually.
“Told you your boyfriend is so good at everything.” He ruffled your hair. “Go on, try it. I bet it’s so good.”
You dug into the side of the cheesecake, and Yamato sank back against the couch, observing you with a pleased expression.
“Iff so gooo!”
Yamato’s smirk grew deeper.
“Let me try.”
You gestured to the forks.
“No, feed me.”
“I made the cheesecake. The least you could do, Pouty, gosh, is to feed me.”
Shyly, you scoop up a chunk of the cheesecake and raise it to Yamato’s lips. As he opens his mouth to eat it, you giggle and stuff the piece into your own mouth.
“POUTY!” He grabs your arms and pins you back into the couch, laughing. “Tsk tsk.” Yamato swoops down and kisses you, his tongue swiping across the corners of your mouth. “Give me a better taste, Pouty, come on.”


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vagarius  asked:

for the domestic ship meme thing: how about bokutsuki? (also on a side note your theme's really nice)

ooooh another rare ship.  you guys know me so well :D

(also thank you!  it’s a very Seijoh feel and i love it!)

Domestic Ship Meme

Who’s more dominant: when they’re together neither is really all that dominant.  they balance very well
Who’s the cuddler: Bokuto is a 24/7 cuddler, private or public.  Tsukishima is less into PDA but definitely okay with Bokuto curling into his side when they’re alone
Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: if they’re sleeping usually Bokuto is the big spoon, if they’re curled up watching a movie or tv show it’s Tsukishima, if they’re just cuddling they tend to face each other and tangle limbs
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Bokuto likes doing jigsaw puzzles and Tsukishima helps.  sometimes he actually helps, sometimes he just points to pieces and goes “is that it?” until Bokuto either kicks him out of the room or throws a pillow at his face
Who uses all the hot water: Bokuto actually prefers cool showers and Tsukishima takes fast showers so neither of them use that much hot water
Most trivial thing they fight over: if they’re fighting over something trivial they’re actually avoiding fighting over a real, big, problem
Who does most of the cleaning: Bokuto actually enjoys cleaning.  he just also tends to leave his stuff everywhere
What has a season pass on their dvr/Who controls the netflix queue: they both like the tv on for background noise to fill up the silence.  Bokuto likes horror/drama movies up because he can ignore them and Tsukishima likes various tv series on because they’ll play for HOURS without him having to do anything
Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:  Tsukishima mostly because Bokuto doesn’t like calling people on the phone that much
Who leaves their stuff around: Bokuto.  110% Bokuto
Who remembers to buy the milk: Tsukishima mostly because he’s the one who drinks it
Who remembers anniversaries:  they don’t really “do” anniversaries too much but they both remember their personal ones (when they started dating, when Tsukshima suggested they move in together, when they exchanged rings)
Who cooks normally: Tsukshima cooks regularly, Bokuto cooks weird food
How often do they fight: they play fight once in awhile but most of the time they get along.  when they do fight seriously it’s usually after a long few weeks of one or both of them just being in a bad mental place for too long and needing to find a way out from it.  they might be explosive when they start but they both understand that the other person has just as many things to work through and they’re never truly mad at each other, they just often don’t have a better way of communicating their problems to each other at first (they get better as they get older and are together longer)
What do they do when they’re away from each other: Tsukishima worries.  A lot.  So Bokuto tries to send him texts and pictures and snaps every few hours just to reassure Tsukishima that he’s okay, that Tuskishima will be okay, and that THEY will be fine.  Tsukishima likes to watch movies he knows Bokuto loves and he can hear Bokuto’s comments even when they’re not watching together.  Bokuto likes to talk to Tsukishima before he goes to bed so that Tsukishima’s voice is the last thing he hears every night.
Nicknames for each other: once they actually start dating Bokuto doesn’t really call him Tsukki that much anymore.  He switches to Kei almost immediately and at first Tsukishima thought he’d hate it but he really didn’t.  Tsukishima eventually starts calling Bokuto “Koutarou” and even on occasion “Kou” when he’s distracted.
Who is more likely to pay for dinner: Tsukishima.  mostly because Bokuto is really good at forgetting his wallet 95% of the time because he gets so excited that they get to go on a date he rushes out of the apartment before he’s really ready
Who steals the covers at night: Bokuto.  but only because he likes to throw them off the bed and curl up with Tsukishima while they’re sleeping (plus he gets too warm and tends to kick them away in his sleep)
What would they get each other for gifts: Bokuto gets Tsukishima stuff he knows he wants or needs but won’t buy himself (new headphones he really wants, music by a new artist he wants to listen to buy can’t find samples of and he doesn’t want to risk buying it and not liking it, candy that he “doesn’t need”) and Tsukishima gets Bokuto weird stuff that reminds him of Bokuto (little owl keychains, stationary sets with weird pictures on them, really complex puzzles that Bokuto hasn’t seen before)
Who kissed who first: Tsukishima.  Because Bokuto insisted on waiting until Tsukishima was ready for it to happen.
Who made the first move: Bokuto asked Tsukishima out but that was it.  He waited for Tsukishima to make the decision with everything else they’ve done because he’s ready for whatever whenever but Tsukishima takes more time to process and be ready for things and Bokuto’s cool with waiting.
Who remembers things: Tsukishima mostly.  Bokuto remembers tons of random useless facts though.  which is awesome when they play drunken trivia with their friends
Who started the relationship: Bokuto asked Tsukishima out but technically it was Tsukishima who started their relationship when he was actually ready (Bokuto would have waited for him for a LONG time which made Tsukishima happy and scared him a little at Bokuto’s devotion)
Who cusses more: neither of them really cuss all that much
What would they do if the other one was hurt: Tsukishima complains about taking care of Bokuto but he will always do it anyway.  Bokuto has no problem helping when Tsukishima is hurt or sick but he spends the whole time looking sheepish and guilty af if it’s in any way his fault (even the tiniest bit his fault)
Who is the dirty talker: Bokuto.  neither of them swears much but Bokuto can make magic happen with his dirty talking and Tsukishima is weak for Bokuto’s voice in his ear or against his skin
A head canon:  Bokuto once recorded himself singing sappy love songs and replaced every song on Tsukishima’s phone with them (after saving all of Tsukishima’s songs and play lists on his computer first).  Tsukishima still has a copy of Bokuto’s renditions saved on his phone and he listens to them when Bokuto is away or when he already asleep and Tsukishima can’t fall asleep.

Halloween 2016 #4: Marked

Length: Super long

I’d never liked Halloween, not even when I was a kid. My parents didn’t have much money and all of my costumes were handmade by my well meaning, but creatively challenged mother. She tried so hard and would look so proud whenever I tried on her creations that I didn’t have the heart to tell her it looked like it had been cobbled together by a blind person who was learning to sew with their feet.

After years of crooked-eyed ghosts made out of old bedsheets, attempts at various superheroes (using those same bedsheets as capes clothes pinned at the neck), and all the teasing that came with them, I officially retired from Halloween at the embittered age of twelve. No amount of free candy was worth the cruelty of my classmates at the annual school parade. I wrote it off as Ruined Forever and could never shake the bad taste it left in the back of my throat.

Even as I got older, my dislike for the holiday remained. I’d attend a party or two when invited, although never in costume, but I refused to put up decorations, made no attempts to spook friends or family, and I never took any part in trick or treating. I kept my outside lights off, my door closed, and any chocolate that happened to be in the house went straight into my belly. I was the Scrooge of All Hallows’ Eve.

So when my alarm went off on the 31st of October and the first thing I heard was the radio host wishing me a happy Halloween over the opening notes of Thriller, I groaned, long and loud. The thought of my workplace being awash with costumed coworkers encouraging me to “get into the spirit” was almost enough to make me call out, but I didn’t have much vacation time saved up and spending what I did have to avoid a few rubber spiders and plastic cauldrons filled with candy corn seemed wasteful.

I dragged myself out of bed and pulled on the same old suit and tie combo I’d wear any other day of the year. If anyone asked what I was supposed to be, I’d just tell them I was a corporate drone programmed to sell insurance. That usually got a short chuckle and the questioner off my back for a while. With a fresh brewed travel mug of pumpkin spice coffee in hand (one of the few good things to come out of the season), I grabbed my briefcase and trudged out the front door.

As I started to back out of my driveway, I happened to catch a glance of my mailbox over my shoulder.

“Oh, God damnit!” I snapped, slapping my palm against the top of my steering wheel.

I slammed on my brakes, put the car into park, and got out to get a better look. Someone, probably a teen with a bit too much Halloween cheer, had painted a big inverted cross in red on both sides of the mailbox.

“How freaking edgy.” I muttered, running a finger across the paint. It was dry and I figured it must have been done in the middle of the night.

“You shouldn’t open the door tonight.”

I jumped slightly, startled by the unexpected suggestion from across the road. A young girl, maybe thirteen and already in costume, was standing on the curb, her thumbs hooked in the straps of her backpack. She was dressed in a private school uniform, the shirt and skirt of which had been splashed with fake blood and ripped in places. Someone had spent a lot of time perfecting her makeup, giving her a convincing set of slash marks across one side of her face. Her “torn” cheek even seemed to glisten wetly. Childhood me would have been so jealous.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” I replied and dismissed her.

“Not for anyone.” She said gravely, “They can come out tonight.”

I sighed and climbed back into my car. It was way too early for such shenanigans. I hoped scrubbing that paint off the mailbox wouldn’t prove difficult. Would it scratch the box itself if I used a hard bristled brush? I didn’t want it to rust. As I pulled into the road, I noticed the girl was still standing there, watching me.

“Don’t open the door!” She called after me as I drove off, “They can come out tonight! They’ll find you! You’ve been marked!”

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