i love how he's like 'you have a point there i am indeed pretty'

Call me a terrorist and threaten my pay? Enjoy your nuked careers, yuh heathens.

(long story. tl;dr is at the end)

I used to work in hospitality in a metro known for it’s obscenely huge tourist population, you know, the city built around the Mouse. I was a manager for the recreational division of the hotel. So one day, my boss (who we’ll call Mary for the purpose of the story) comes into the shared managers office and starts rummaging around for something, and strikes up a small conversation about work related minutiae with me. It’s important to note she is actually 2 tiers above me, but was acting as head of the department while searching to replace my previous boss who recently quit (great guy by the way, huge loss to the company).

As we’re talking, she abruptly stops and says “By the way, you need to shave your beard, you look like a terrorist and I don’t employ terrorists”. Haha, funny joke between colleagues, right? Nope. I am half Indian and I do look middle-eastern, and have been taking this kind of shit since middle school. Plus, we’re not close, at all. So I reply as calmly as I can muster, “Hey, I get you’re trying to be funny, but on my end it comes off as pretty ignorant, so I’d appreciate it if you chilled out with the terrorist stuff” to which Mary retorts “Oh, I’m ignorant? We’ll see how ignorant I am during your annual review”, and proceeds to walk out of the room in a huff. My jaw dropped so low I could taste the floor.

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Hold Me

Originally posted by alphabetbet

Raphael x Reader

Hold Me

Prompt: Could you write a Raph one where his s/o is in a random mood for major cuddles and he gives in to her cravings for affection and practically showers her in it with lots of fluff??? Thanks! 😄😄😄

You stared at your phone for a few long moments. You needed cuddles. And you needed them now. You picked up your phone and pulled up Raph’s contact and punched in a text.

Hey.

Hey.

Can you come over? Pretty, pretty please?

Yeah, why?

I’m looooonely. And booooored. And…I really need someone to cuddle with.

Do ya think I’m some sorta personal teddy bear, shorty?

Pleeeeeaaaaaase?

The guys are gonna tease me.

Then don’t tell them.

Raph?

U there?

Idk if you’re worth gettin’ teased over…

Raaaaaaaaph.

Hush. I’m comin’. Give me a minute.

Yesssssss.

Dork.

You love it.

I know. Yer lucky I care.

I know.

You waited for the big buff turtle in red to show up at your window. He wasn’t your boyfriend, despite the feelings you hoped he shared. But God, you wanted him to be your boyfriend. Personally, Raphael hadn’t asked you out for one reason: he though he wasn’t good enough for you. You were pretty, smart, funny, and worst of all…you were human. A pretty, smart, funny human girl could have any guy on the face of the earth. Why would you want a mutant reject that lived in the sewers?

But nonetheless, he showed up at your window a few minutes later, heart pounding and extremely nervous for whatever was going to come next. Sure, the two of you had had movie nights, but you had never cuddled. Ever. He wasn’t even sure why you had asked him to come here to satisfy your craving for touch.

Three taps on the window signaled his arrival. You slid the window up and helped him clamber inside. He looked down at you in your cute little Deadpool onesie. And though he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t deny that you looked good in red. Really good.

“Well, you look cozy.” He smirked. You smiled.

“Picked out a movie for us.”

“Oh yeah? Which one?”

“Fantastic Four.”

“Are ya kiddin’ me?”

“Nope.”

“Yer kiddin’ me. Didn’t that bomb?”

“Yeah, but…” you blushed at the thought that ran through your head. “Nevermind. Just settle in. I’ll make the popcorn. Wanted it to be fresh.”

He watched you run off to the kitchen while he got settled in your bed. It creaked under his weight. God, sometimes he forgot how heavy he was. How huge he was. And then there was you, this delicate little flower that he was so scared he would break.

Every time he thought about you, his heart did a backflip. The mere inkling of you was enough to drive him crazy. The thought of your tiny little hands in his, your tiny little feet and all of your adorable human toes. And then came the thoughts of how your skin would feel against his, how soft and silky it must be compared to his rough scales and callouses.

He exhaled a sigh, mentally scolding himself. There was no reason to tease himself with something he couldn’t have.

“Comfy?” You asked, setting the popcorn on the table beside your bed, which was pushed up against the wall. Raph was hunkered into your mound of pillows, half laying down, half propped up.

“Y-yeah. Sure am.” He wanted to punch himself for stuttering. You smirked a little and hopped into the bed beside him, transitioning to a comfy position laying on top of him, head pressed against his plastron. And there, thump-thumping in his chest was his heart. You smiled as you listened to it hammer, faster and faster with each second you were there with him. “Am I doin’ this right?”

“Doing what right?”

“You know…cuddlin’. Or whatever.” He paused, exhaling a somewhat embarrassed breath. “I ain’t exactly a pro.”

“You’re doing fine.” You giggled. “Just…here.” You pulled one of his muscular arms around your back and snuggled deeper into his plastron. “Perfect.”

“All right. Good.” He grabbed a handful of popcorn with his free hand and you started the movie.

***

“So which of ‘em’s yer favorite?” he asked as the credits rolled. Your heart hammered. Here was the moment. The moment you were hoping he would set up. And now you could finally take the opportunity laid out before you.

“The Thing.” You replied casually. He let out a little breath of surprise.

“Why’s that?”

“Because…” You blushed as deep as Raph’s mask. “I like my guys big and strong and a little rough around the edges.” You shrugged. “But I mean, where would I ever find a guy like that?”

“Yer sayin’…” It took him a few seconds to put the pieces together. “Me. Ya…ya like me.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“The reasons previously stated, and also: you might not admit it, but you, Raphael, are a huge softy and I love that.”

“I ain’t soft.”

“Look at us right now.”

“Point taken.”

“And your eyes are gorgeous.”

“Umm…”

“And you’re super buff and brave, and you’ve saved the world like twice and-”

“Why not Leo?” Raph’s words caused a sudden silence.

“What?”

“Leo’s all ‘uh those things. He could treat ya right.”

“Okay, but I don’t love Leo, Raph. I love you.”

“Y-you what?” Raph almost choked.

“I. Love. You.”

“I l-love you too.” He paused, mulling over the exchange that had just gone down. “So then are we…are ya my girlfriend?”

“Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Then I think that answers that question, boyfriend.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. And then it hit you. That was the first kiss he had ever received. Ever. The blush that spread across his cheeks only confirmed your theory. You were not going to let this moment pass without taking it one baby step further. You pressed a soft hand against his rough face and turned it to face you. His eyes darted from your lips back to your eyes and he gulped, green eyes wide as you leaned closer to him.

Raphael decided in a single moment that your lips were the softest things on earth. They were also the sweetest things he had ever tasted, freshly coated in cherry lip gloss. Bright and red and now they were his to kiss whenever he wanted. This night had taken an unexpected turn indeed. But he couldn’t complain. He would never complain, so long as he had you.

“So uh…now what?” He asked after a long pause.

“Well…we could pop in another movie and cuddle some more, or we could go back to the lair and brag to your brothers.” You suggested. Raph smirked, imagining the look on Leo’s dumb face when he came home with a girlfriend.

“We’re goin’ to the lair.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Gil’s Story Is My Nightmare

You know, it normally takes weeks if not months for my feelings to settle on a subject relating to fiction. Like, my first time through, it’ll wash over me, I’ll consider it a while, and then, eventually, I’ll come to a conclusion.

But Gil’s story rubbed me wrong on first run, and I easily figured out why.

Gil’s story is my nightmare as a gay man.

I know I’m not the first to sum it up, but I am SO frustrated and pissed off by this (and Mass Effect Andromeda’s handling of M/M relationships in general), I need to work it out of my system.

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Crush (Loki x Reader)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Prompt : “So you love him!”

“No! I like him! There’s a difference! In my world it’s called a crush.”

“A crush? Why a crush??”

“Well, I suppose it’s because if the other person doesn’t like you back… your - ah, heart is crushed…?”

 “Well isn’t that depressing, is it!”

The prompt was taken from @wri-ting-prompts


You couldn’t help but stare at the man sitting in front of you as he flipped a page of the book he was reading. You had your own book in front of your face to make your staring less obvious. How he could not feel your eyes making holes in his gorgeous head was beyond your understanding.

“Loki!”

Loki raised his head as his brother entered the room looking for him. He raised one of his eyebrows in question. Oh God! The things this man did to you.

“Tony, the Man of Iron, is looking for you. He is in his lab.” Thor said in his thundering voice.

Loki sighed but did indeed get up to leave. You frowned. You were looking forward to spend quite some time with Loki which mostly involved you staring at him like a creepy stalker but you would take whatever you could get at this point.

Loki’s seat was now taken by Thor who was intently staring at you. The way he was staring freaked you out.

“Thor? Is something wrong?”

Thor tilted his head a little and squinted his eyes.

“You have feelings for Loki.”

Your eyes widened.

“Wha..what? No. No. No way. I mean..” you laughed nervously “ why would you think that?”

Amazing job, (Y/N). If he had any doubts before they would have simply vanished by now.
Seeing the look on the blond God’s face, you mentally groaned.

“You were staring.” He simply stated. “You always are.”

You tried to hide your embarrassingly red face in between the pages of your book.

“Its that obvious?” you questioned already knowing the answer.

He smiled at you.

“I know everyone thinks he is evil considering he did destroy half of New York but the Loki I have been around isn’t like that. He is sweet. He makes me laugh. Whenever I am around him, its like nothing can go wrong. And he reads. Now, how often do you find a guy like that?” You rambled.

So you love him!’’ He shouted.

No! I like him!” You liked Loki. Definitely.  But love still had a long way to go.

Your declaration was met with a confused Thor.

There’s a difference. In our world, it’s called a crush.”

A crush? Why a crush?

Well, I suppose if the other person doesn’t like you back….your — uh, heart gets crushed..?” You shrugged.

Thor frowned.

That is just depressing.

Don’t I know it.

“You should tell him, (Y/N).”

You opened your mouth to respond but was cut off by someone entering the room.

“Tell what to whom?” Loki questioned.

“I was telling (Y/N) to declare her feelings to the man she likes.”  You stared open mouthed at Thor and missed Loki’s glance towards you.

“Right now I declare that I want to kill someone.” You said while glaring at the man sitting in front of you.

Thor ignored your statement and got up to leave. “Oh, and Loki. Please stop crushing her. “

You dropped your head in your hands hoping the sofa you sat on would just swallow you out of existence.

Loki sat beside you and on not getting any response from you , he nudged you.

“I am highly embarrassed right now so, we would have to talk like this. That is, if you want to talk.”

“Of course I want to. Spending time with you is my only highlight of the day.”

You could swear that your heart stopped.

You looked up at him.

“So, who is the man who has your heart?” he questioned.

“Someone I know my friends would not approve of. But with him around everything is just better, you know? He makes me feel special.”

Loki looked away from you.

“I don’t think he feels the same about me.”

He gave you half a smile and said, “Well, you are special. And he would be a fool not to feel the same way, not to cherish you.”

You were pretty sure that your heart would pop out of your chest any moment now. Well, then you could give your heart to Loki, literally.

You took a deep breath.

It was now or never.

“It’s you.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to even look at him. Oh, the irony.

“Me?”

“Considering you are someone who reads a lot, you are kinda dumb.” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, you.”

Silence.

Your throat went dry and your eyes burned. You felt like crying. At least he could say something. But even without words you had got your answer.

“I think I have embarrassed myself enough today”, you swallowed the lump in your throat,” so I am gonna go.”

“Stay. Please.” He took your hands in his and met your eyes with his own.

“I..uh, I never thought I could find someone for me. Everything I ever wanted was given to Thor because he was the worthy one. I did not believe that. You have helped since the day I have come here. You would choose to spend more time with me than Thor. It was the first time anyone chose me over my brother. But this time I do believe that I am not worthy of you. I am not worthy of your love, (Y/N).”

“Don’t you think that’s for me to decide?” you asked.

You brought your face closer to his and brushed your lips against his giving him a chance to pull away.

He did not.

You kissed him and he responded before you two pulled away to breathe.

“I choose you, Loki. I will always choose you.”

GRRM questions/answers

Today I met GRRM and he held a 2-hour long session of question-answers. We were asked to write our questions on a piece of paper that were put in a box, and GRRM and his translators randomly chose them. There were silly questions and questions that he was asked many times before, but some were good questions and I took note of everything interesting he said.

- He was asked about the influence of American history on ASOIAF and GRRM said there was none. He was influenced by European medieval history, notably the Scottish history which was very violent, and not the American one.

- My question about Daenerys was chosen as the third question (I was lucky!) but he refused to answer it lol … I asked “How old was Daenerys when she left the house with the red door, and was it located close to the palace of the Sealord of Braavos?” (thanks Butterfly for suggesting it to me) I don’t know why he refused to answer about her age, but about the house with the red door he said there will be more revelations about it in future books.

- He was asked about his future projects (after ASOIAF) twice, and said that he concentrates on ASOIAF for now, and that after the main novels he has from 6 to 8 Dunk and Egg stories to write.

- He was asked where is Rickon and what will happen to him (a reader who forgot a part of ADWD it seems). GRRM said Rickon will appear in TWOW (why he answered this question but not the one about Daenerys’ age eludes me).

- There was a good question about the genders of dragons, but the whole audience laughed (“How to tell a male dragon from a female dragon?” I guess the one who asked this was more of a reader and the rest of the audience were more casual about their ASOIAF knowledge) so the question was a bit dismissed by GRRM as a joke. He said that it is not easy to understand the sex of dragons, sometimes even the dragons don’t understand it, and that if it lays eggs, the dragon is assumed female.

- GRRM said that he will not be reading any new chapter from TWOW. He has read enough of them already, and that if he keeps doing it, half of his book will be read before it is published. So I guess we won’t have new material from TWOW until it is released.

- What inspired him to create Ramsay Snow? GRRM said, and I quote, that he needed something “to bite Theon in the ass”. Ramsay was created for Theon’s storyline, and he is first presented as a prisoner and a servant and then rises to a high position while Theon becomes his prisoner and servant. Then there was a question about House Bolton in general (that they are a very interesting and mysterious House), and whether we will know more about their history. GRRM answered that he does not plan to write a book about them but probably in Fire And Blood there will be something.

- “It is rumored that there are 4 descendants of Dunk in ASOIAF. Can you say something about it?” George: “Possible, possible”.

- An interesting question was “Why are there so many sons who are unloved by their fathers, like Sam, Jon, Tyrion and Theon?” I watched George’s reaction carefully (I was sitting close to him) and he did not take issue with the assumption that Jon Snow is part of the “unloved sons” (obviously the dynamic talked about is Jon/Eddard, not Rhaegar). He nodded at the question and said that he does not have the full quote with him, but the great Russian writer Tolstoy once said that happy families are boring  - this was followed by a big round of applause cause every Russian knows this quote very well (the quote by Tolstoy is: All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.)

- He was asked about the real world equivalent of the Others, and he answered that the closest to it would be climate change. He talked quite a bit about it and said humanity needs to unite to face this threat and that it is urgent.

- “Will we know more about the origins of the Others?” Yes.

- “Are there industries in ASOIAF?” No.

- A good one was about Sansa - if she had told the truth at Darry, would Lady be still alive? GRRM said it is possible - Robert was not a thinker but an impetuous man, ruled by his emotions, so it could be that he would have directed his anger towards Joffrey instead of the direwolves. But it is not certain, because Robert wanted to keep peace in his marriage and might have decided to make Cersei happy on the matter of the direwolves anyway.

- “Does GRRM believe in absolute evil?” No, there is no absolute evil. Even the worst people in history had good qualities that unfortunately they did not use often, and there is “always possibility for redemption”.

- The person who wrote this question shouted “What about absolute evil as a concept, like death and oblivion?” which was a bit philosophical and GRRM talked about religions for a while, saying that they all promise eternal life but only after death. He then again stated that he does not believe in absolute evil, and said he explores the notion of “death is relief” with Arya’s storyline among the Faceless Men in Braavos.

- He always writes the book from the point of view of his characters, he becomes that character and sees things around him as the character would.

- He was asked to comment about the differences between the book and show characters, particularly Daenerys. GRRM ignored all the other characters and talked only about Daenerys - he said that the show one is older because there are laws in USA that prevent minors from having sex scenes so the decision was made to age Daenerys. Otherwise, book Daenerys and show Daenerys “are very similar” and “Emilia Clarke did a fantastic job”. (I guess he can’t really say negative things about the show, can he?)

- “Will Jorah ever get out of the friendzone?” (side-eyeing the person who asked this). GRRM: “I would not bet on it.”

- So here I will need your help to find out who GRRM was talking about - he was asked why did he kill Ned Stark, and he said that he already answered many times why he often kills off his main characters. Then he quoted an author named “Faulkner” (I do not know him, so I googled and found this name, but it could be “Folkner” or any similar spelling) who once said that “to be a hero sometimes you need to die.” Hmmmm

- He was asked about Hodor/Hold the door and if this was planned from the very beginning, and GRRM said indeed, he is great at planing and foreshadowing stuff, and that the mystery of Hodor’ name was with him since book 1. Unfortunately the show got ahead of him and reached this plot before he could, but he hopes he will get to it soon.

That’s pretty much it for the ASOIAF stuff. Some nice things not related to ASOIAF that he said:

- He loves cats (big round of applause).

- He respects integrity, honesty and being true to their principles the most in people.

- He was asked about time-travel and said it was fascinating - he talked for a while about the butterfly effect and of the novel A Sound of Thunder, and how stepping on a butterfly in the past resulted in dramatic changes in the present of the main protagonist, who returns and sees crazy far-right extremists in his country. He then threw shade at Trump and said “someone must have stepped on a butterfly” (round of applause) (GRRM posted about this on his FB just now).

- He loves caviar and “Saint-Petersburg is an amazing city”, he wishes he could see more of it.

- What would be an ideal crew to Mars? Another shade at Trump I guess, cause GRRM answered “it depends on whether the crew plans to come back”. lol (big round of applause).

- Lord of Light by Roger Zelazny is one of his favorite books.

Ok so that’s pretty much it :)

Voltron Meta: Lion Switching as a Plot Device

Since it seems increasingly likely that we will get Lion Switching in season 3 (i.e. Keith piloting Black, Lance piloting Red, and Allura piloting Blue, as they did in Old Voltron) I thought I’d take a moment to address how this might work.

I’ve previously stated that I’m against any permanent Lion Switching, and I stand by that. I don’t think it would work narratively, for a number of reasons - not least of which is the fact that it would require Shiro to be permanently removed from the role of Black Paladin and either written into a diminished role or written out of the show entirely. I don’t think either of these choices fit with what the show has done with his character, and they would be disappointing steps to take in light of how important Shiro is as good representation of a traumatised, mentally ill character. @radioactivesupersonic has a great meta {here} about why it doesn’t make sense to kill off Shiro, and many of the same points apply to the question of removing Shiro as Black Paladin and replacing him with someone else (even if he doesn’t actually die, and instead takes on a lesser role).

To my mind it doesn’t make sense to spend two seasons building up Shiro’s bond with the Black Lion, even going so far as to have Shiro battle Zarkon in Voltron’s infinite void for control of the Lion… and then just get rid of Shiro and put another Paladin in his place. It negates much of the bonding he has done with Black, and renders his storyline a dead end. It’s narratively more satisfying to see Shiro’s connection with the Black Lion play out across the course of the show than it is to see another Paladin in the Black Lion on a permanent basis.

[this seems like a lot of trouble to go to just to get replaced is all i’m saying]

That said, I’m not averse to the idea of a temporary Lion Switch because I think it opens up some opportunities for interesting storytelling, and that’s what I want to get into below.

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"You dont want me" ladynoir

Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly. 

She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery. 

“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.” 

“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.” 

“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back. 

She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!” 

“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.” 

“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.” 

“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.” 

“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression. 

He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.” 

“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg. 

“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.” 

“This can’t be happening,” she moaned. 

“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.” 

“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?” 

“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.” 

“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”  

“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!” 

“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.” 

“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”

“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.” 

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.

“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” 
“Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.” 

He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously. 

“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.” 

“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?” 

“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.” 

“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose. 

“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly. 

“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?” 

“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.” 

“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” 
“Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.” 

Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.” 

“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.” 

“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly. 

“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good. 

“That is high praise indeed My Lady.” 

“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?” 

“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.” 

She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her. 

“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.” 

“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well. 

“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.” 

Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.” 

“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh. 

“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.” 

“And why is that Kitty?” 

“Well,” Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.” 

“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show. 

“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.” 

“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked. 

“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.” 

“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.” 

“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it. 

“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.”
“And what’s that?” 

“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.” 

“And what is that?” 

“Her parent’s own a bakery.”  

Okay time for another Burr-and-Hamilton’s-tragic-friendship meta analysis because apparently I cannot stop seeing these things.

Someone pointed out in a post a little while ago (that unfortunately I can’t find, or else I would link to it) the genius of the musical themes of Hamilton, and specifically how it applied to Alexander and Eliza’s relationship. It focused on how Alexander was never quite singing the same tune or matching Eliza’s style until “It’s Quiet Uptown.” Another meta-post along the same vein mentioned how Angelica was instantly on Hamilton’s level in the underlying musical sense when they first met: you see it in Satisfied, when he says “Alexander Hamilton,” she replies in the exact same tune, “Where’s your family from?” and then he shoots back also in the same tune, “Unimportant, there’s a million things I haven’t done.” They’re matching each other musically for the entire conversation, just as Angelica describes, even though throughout the show they both have their own distinct styles and themes.

The one other person who has a very different singing style than Hamilton, but specifically matches Hamilton when he wants to, and the only other person that Hamilton as well makes a specific effort to match in various songs, is Burr. The first one that I noticed was one of my favorite exchanges in the whole show, the Levi Weeks case in Non-Stop:

Gentlemen of the jury, I’m curious, bear with me.
Are you aware that we’re making history?
This is the first murder trial of our brand new nation,
The liberty behind deliberation!
I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt with my assistant counsel—

Co counsel! Hamilton, sit down!
Our client Levi Weeks is innocent, call your first witness.
That’s all you had to say!

Hamilton is shooting off at the mouth, and Burr matches him word for word, the same speed, the same style, which absolutely no one else is able to do, at least not when Hamilton is on a long angry rant. This moment highlights the underlying fact that Burr isn’t just some jealous villain, he’s a true foil to Hamilton. He was a genius, he applied to Princeton at eleven, applied again and got in when he was thirteen. That “graduated in two”? Yeah. That happened when he was thirteen to sixteen, let that sink in.

Burr can match Hamilton completely when he chooses to, he just rarely chooses to. In fact, the irony of the exchange in Non-Stop is that Burr gets frustrated enough with Hamilton and Hamilton’s inability to shut up inadvertently insulting him (assistant counsel? assistant? seriously Hamilton?) that he is pushed to act more like Hamilton, and in acting more like Hamilton, succeeds in shutting Hamilton up. Which is pretty much exactly how and why the duel happens.

But no, in my opinion, the more tragic are the times when Hamilton matches Burr. Allow me to direct you to “Story of Tonight (Reprise)”:

Congrats again, Alexander.
Smile more.
I’ll see you on the other side of the war.

I will never understand you.

Hamilton emulates Burr’s tone and tune exactly to tell him, “I will never understand you.” Because that’s Hamilton trying to understand Burr, that’s Hamilton on the underlying musical level making the effort to sing as Burr sings, to speak as Burr speaks, he’s asking Burr to let him in. *Let me* understand you. Burr being Burr keeps his cards close to his chest, and walks away. The effort was there, the invitation was there, that is the first time in the show, arguably, that Hamilton actively changes his style to match someone else’s. And Burr walks away, because Burr is terrified about people caring about him. In “Wait For It,” he’s perfectly fine admitting that he has feelings about Theodosia, but he devotes an entire verse to “what in the world is the reason that I am at her side and that she cares about me when there are a whole bunch of other people who have tried too.” Burr isn’t scared about loving people, he’s scared of them loving him, he doesn’t understand why or how it happens. The line isn’t “everyone I love has died”, it’s “everyone who loves me has died.”

Burr walks away because the possibility of Hamilton caring about him is more than he wants to deal with. Goodbye I have disintegrated into a puddle of tears. 

But no, that’s not even the worst part! The worst part is how Hamilton argues with people. The precedent is set in “Farmer Refuted.” Hamilton takes a very specific tone and rhythm as a counterpoint to someone singing.

Allow me to direct you to “Your Obedient Servant.” Burr begins the song by singing his letters, and Hamilton practically speaks his letters back. He takes a different tone, he employs a different rhythm, because that’s how he confronts people. He only matches Burr back when it’s utterly dripping in sarcasm: I have the honor to be your obedient servant, A. Ham. Burr keeps singing back (“Careful how you proceed, good man—“) as he keeps just trying to ask for an apology, and Hamilton keeps his own infuriated style at least musically in replying (“Burr, your grievance is legitimate, I stand by what I said, every bit of it”) and it’s Burr that has to match Hamilton—when Burr finally challenges Hamilton to the duel, Burr is speaking, not singing:

Then stand, Alexander,
Weehawken. Dawn.
Guns drawn.

(Although even then, it’s not ~perfectly~ matching Hamilton: the words are slow, they all have weight, they’re carefully pronounced, they’re well thought-out and well chosen. Succinct, persuasive indeed. But Burr is speaking, he’s not singing anymore, he’s taking this down to Hamilton’s level, which is the “fight me” level.)

And then, one last time, Alexander matches Burr perfectly:

You’re on.

anonymous asked:

RFA + V and Saeran react to overhearing MC's family scold her because they despise who she's dating? Maybe they think they aren't successful and responsible enough or not loyal or trustworthy or feel like MC deserves far better than what she's getting our of them? Specifically I'd like to see Saeyoung's reaction given his insecurities.

And we’re back! Did you guys miss some scenarios?

Hope you like this! ^^

RFA + Saeran and V finding MC’s family disapproval

Zen

  • “Sweetie, I just think he’s playing with you.”
  • He heard that coming from your father when you two were washing the dishes in the kitchen, Zen noticed you two forgot a plate and was bringing it to the kitchen.
  •  “And what makes you think that, dad?” “Well, he’s handsome, I bet he has tons of women running after him. Maybe famous women? What makes you think he won’t dump you for some famous actress? He’s a public figure, honey, his image is everything. Plus… he sounds shallow like that.”
  • Shallow? Zen could deal with being called narcissist, workaholic, but… shallow? He was sounding shallow to your father?
  • He wanted to walk into the kitchen, maybe subtly, maybe not. He wish he had some really witty and smart statement to give so your father would realize he wasn’t just image
  • And he was about to step into the kitchen when he finally heard your voice: “If he sounds shallow, maybe you didn’t pay attention enough to what he was saying, dad. Have you listened to his story? His problems with his family? The way he struggled when he started his career as an actor? Have you heard when he told you how much he loves me and how guilty he feels that we’re still not married? Come on, dad. Either you weren’t listening, or you don’t know what shallow means.”
  •  “But, honey…” “His family is broken enough, dad. Let’s not break ours too just because you’re seeing Zen as just another actor, not as the man I chose to share my life with.”
  • Zen could almost cry right there. How did he manage to find someone who can see so deep inside him? Yeah, he definitely likes being known for his looks, but the fact you see beyond them is really overwhelming.
  • When you two are saying goodbye to your father, he gives a firm handshake to the man.  “I hope we can spend more time together, sir.”
  • “I would like that a lot. I see you have a bike, what brand is it?” that goodbye turned into a long conversation about bikes, which was super boring to you, but seeing them bonding was worth it.

Yoosung

  • “I honestly thought it was a joke when you introduced him as your boyfriend, sis.”
  • He heard when you and your sister were in your bedroom trying to find something for you to wear, Yoosung accidentally spilled wine on you.
  • “Shut up.” “No, I’m serious! What are you thinking, MC? He seems like a teenage mama’s boy. Look at what he did to your shirt, he’s so clumsy and… nerve-wracking! You’ll have to play his mommy all the time!”
  • Well, it’s not like he haven’t thought about himself like that before, but listening when it comes from another person, that person being someone who grew up with you hurts a lot more.
  • His first instinct was head out of there without anybody noticing he’s gone. But… then your sister would be completely right.
  • “He just spilled wine on me because his spatial notion is still a little compromised due to his eye. Have I told you he hurt his eye trying to protect me, sis? And yeah, he’s still a little nervous because he doesn’t know my family too well, but your hostility definitely won’t help him calming down. If you’ weren’t such a bitch, maybe you would have noticed by now he’s an amazing smart man that makes me really happy.”
  • “You just called me a bitch because of that guy?” “I did, just so you know how serious I am about him, to the point I’m fighting with my favorite person in the world.”
  • Well, he’s glad he didn’t run and stayed to listen to this. You made him sound like a really cool reliable guy, the type of man he’s trying to be for you.
  • After you and your sister go back to the living room, she makes sure to sit next to you two. “So wait… you asked her to be your pre-girlfriend before you got together? Oh my God, that’s so adorable…”
  • Then you two kept squealing over that photo of his with the roses, and though he’s super embarrassed, he couldn’t help feeling a little smug when your sister said ”Huh, I wish my boyfriend were like this.”

Jaehee

  • “She seems a little cold, MC. Are you sure she really likes you?”
  • She heard when you and your brother were setting the table while she was talking to your parents in the living room, she decided she needed to help as well.
  • “Ugh, don’t even start, bro.” “I’m not saying this to be an ass! Come on, MC, she’s so formal! She’s almost like a granny, you’ll get bored if you stay with her! This if she doesn’t dump you first, she seems cold like that.”
  •  You warned her about your brother’s brutal honesty, but this still felt unexpectedly hurtful.
  • She was really trying to loosen up, and she honestly felt she was doing a good job, at least next to you and to your friends, maybe she wasn’t and people close to you were feeling she wasn’t real about your relationship?
  • “She’s been working her ass off on a very strict company basically since she graduated, she’s still learning to loosen up. You would have noticed this if you weren’t so desperate about finding something to complain about my girlfriend, as you typically do.”
  • “Jeez, MC, calm down! I’m just worried for you.” “I appreciate it, but you’re the one boring me right now, let’s end this before I stop feeling bored and end up getting angry.”
  • She can’t help feeling this warmth growing inside her. Knowing that you are willing to fight for her like this is amazing! Not only because she never had that before, but also because it’s you.
  • Your brother decides to talk a little more to her. “Whooooa, so you’re a judo blackbelt? That’s awesome! You gotta teach me some moves!”
  • Well, giving this guy an ippon after he pissed you off would satisfy her more than she cared to admit.


Jumin

  • “Are you sure this is a healthy relationship, honey?”
  •  Your mother asked you when you two were making dinner while he was setting the table, as you asked him, but he didn’t know where to find the forks.
  •  “What do you mean, ma?” “I mean, he seems so intimidating and, everything is happening so fast, you barely know each other and are already engaged, he seems very intense, for that matter.”
  • Well, he was indeed very intense, but… intimidating? He never wanted to come across as intimidating, not to you, not to the woman who raised you.
  • Was he intimidating you to the point you were feeling pressured to get married?
  •  “Mom, I know what you’re trying to say. He’s not like dad, okay? Yes, he is very intense, just because he never had the chance to express his feelings like all of us do.“
  • “Well, your father wasn’t good at expressing feelings either, then he expressed with actions…” “Ma, Jumin would never hurt me, emotionally or physically. I know you might be thinking I’m on a cycle, that I have daddy issues, but… just give him a chance, okay? Let him prove he is nothing like my father.”
  • He was really sad for you and your mother. Two amazing women were suffering due to a man’s behavior, this was awful in so many levels…
  • He walks into the kitchen, pretending he didn’t hear a thing. “Why don’t you just rest while MC and I cook, maam?”
  • “Oh wow, what a gentleman… nothing like her father.” He smiled genuinely, neither of the women were feeling intimidated by that smile.

Saeyoung

  • “Your mother and I think you deserve better.”
  • Your father says when you were helping him changing a light bulb, Saeyoung decided to help when he heard this.
  • “Why would you think that, dad?” “Sweetie, he’s a train wreck! He’s immature, irresponsible, you told me how rude he acted with you. How can you be sure he won’t start pushing you away again?”
  • Of course he knew how immature and irresponsible he was, but he never really thought about what if he started getting snappy to you again. He promised he wouldn’t, but… was he good at keeping promises? Ask his brother.
  •  If he had any good sense, he would walk away and pretend he didn’t listen to any of this. He was already immature and irresponsible, he didn’t need o be nosy as well.
  • “He just pushed me away because he was worried and pretty sure he would die at any moment back then, dad. He was scared, he’s been scared his whole life! Have I told you what kind of hell he and his brother grew up at?”
  • “Sweetie, it still doesn’t justify…” “It does to me. He is scared and willing to change for me, I know that because I trust him. Can’t you trust the man your daughter loves? Not even a little?”
  • Well, if you asked him anything with that tone, he would oblige without thinking… ugh, you’re so sweet, so lovely, so caring… he can never push you away again! Not right now his life is so great with you and his brother, but it isn’t perfect, since your parents don’t like him…
  • “I’ll be honest with you, son. I still don’t trust you, but my daughter does and she never failed her judgments, that, and only because of that, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.” You looked at him and smiled.
  • “Thank you, sir. I’ll prove it will be worth it.” Not so immature and irresponsible right now, is he?

Saeran

  • “MC, listen to me, this guy is trouble!”
  • He heard this through the baby monitor when you and your sister went to check on her son.
  • “Why are you saying this?” “MC, he is… creepy! Are you dating him to punish dad? Look at him, he looks like he’s on the edge of a mental breakdown! Are you sure you want to play his nurse forever?”
  • He wasn’t on the edge of a mental breakdown! At least not now… at least not since you came along, but there were a few says, though…
  • Your sister is so right! He’s so weird and creepy, he doesn’t deserve you at all! Why did he even think he could handle trying to be normal and do normal things with you?
  • “I’m not playing his nurse! I like to help him because I love him, and he had mental break downs in the past, you would have too if you were locked up and forced to drugs after growing up with an abusive mother. All he needs is support and a loving family, not this… judgment from you!”
  • “MC, calm down, I was just…” “I know you’re concerned, but focus your concern on helping me give him what he needs. If you have nothing else nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”
  • Saeran didn’t hear any of this, he hid in the bathroom when you two left the bay’s bedroom and kept talking as you walked into the living room.
  • Then you two heard the baby crying through the baby monitor, but he quickly stopped, you two found it odd and went to check on him.
  • He was fine, Saeran was holding him. “Am… Am I doing this right?” Making yours and your sister’s heart explode from sweetness? Yep, he was doing this right.

V

  • “What are you even thinking dating this guy, MC?”
  • Your brother asked you when V went to the toilet, he got lost and tried to get back to ask your brother where was it, exactly.
  • “What do you mean?” “I mean, he’s an old blind man, MC! You’re wasting your youth with a guy like this, he won’t be able to keep it up with you!”
  • V already thought about it, yes, you were so young, did you really need to take such a responsibility by dating him?
  • And that coming from your brother, who sounded so worried… he hated being a burden and provoking this arguing between two family members…
  • “He’s just one year older than you, so chill. And what century are we in? Do you think just because he’s blind, he’s not able to have a normal life? Dude, we’re planning a trip to Italy for my birthday, I think that’s pretty normal, don’t you?”
  •  “MC, take I easy, I’m just…” “You’re concerned, but you don’t have to.  He’s pretty good by himself, and he’s independent, he doesn’t need me, yet he wants me, and I want him, so there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
  • He needed you, maybe not to do things for him, yes. But he needed you because he loved you, and he was so happy that you were so sure about him not being a burden.
  • You were saying goodbye, when your brother said: “I’m sorry, dude.”
  • “If you want to apologize, apologize for stressing her out. As for me, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to bring you a gift from Italy as a peace offer.”

anonymous asked:

Hi, what exactly is Stargate (like, what is the plot, how many seasons, that kind of thing)? I've seen it mentioned in combination with Leverage in some of your posts, and I've sort of picked up some of the character names from being on the internet, but I'm still not sure what it actually is. Thanks!!

What a delightful question that I’m going to have a ridiculous amount of fun answering, probably using too many gifs.

First, the bare bones facts: Stargate is a franchise that began with the 1994 movie Stargate, which was then developed into the TV show Stargate: SG-1 which began in 1997 and picked up about a year after the movie ended. SG-1 had 10 seasons and 2 made-for-TV movies. There are also 2 spinoffs, Stargate: Atlantis and Stargate: Universe. Atlantis has 5 seasons, and its first season coincides with season 8 of SG-1, with both beginning in 2004, with some fun but not strictly essential crossover between the two. Universe has 2 seasons and began in 2009, after both SG-1 and Atlantis had ended. I mostly blog about SG-1, but I enjoy all three shows and will at least briefly explain Atlantis and Universe in the course of this post, FOR FUNSIES.

The basic premise of the whole thing is that there are these devices (built by aliens, OF COURSE) called Stargates, which create wormholes that allow for basically instantaneous travel between planets all throughout the Milky Way (and other galaxies as well, it turns out, but that’s later).

The movie involves the US Air Force, with the help of the BEST FICTIONAL ARCHAEOLOGIST IN EXISTENCE FIGHT ME, figuring out how to work the Stargate, using it to travel to another planet, and helping the locals overthrow the evil parasitic alien who was posing as the Egyptian god Ra in order to enslave them.

SG-1 starts with Earth humans learning that “Ra” actually belonged to an entire race of evil parasitic aliens who used the personas of various gods to enslave humans throughout the galaxy. At which point, NATURALLY, the plucky Earth humans say “fuck that shit” and also “ooh, a whole galaxy to explore, HOLD MY BEER” and start having adventures and liberating the galaxy.

Atlantis is about Earth humans finally discovering the lost city of Atlantis over in another galaxy, and the adventures and struggles they have setting up a colony there. Also, space vampires.

Universe is about a bunch of Earth humans accidentally stranding themselves aboard an alien-built spaceship that is going they don’t know where in order to find the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. It’s much darker and more sort of psychological than the other two shows. Also more diverse. I like it a lot, but for different reasons than I like SG-1 and Atlantis.

SG-1 owns my heart, because it’s the show that helped me fall in love with sci-fi. Also, it has Dr. Daniel Jackson. It wrestles with what it means to be human and ethics and all kinds of really good shit. It’s not perfect, and the early seasons especially have some pretty major issues with sexism and white savior complexes in certain episodes, but overall I personally find it more than worth it, and the main reason is the characters, who you now get to hear me yell about my love for.

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Imagine Bill rambling about you during interviews and admitting you are his celebrity crush, excited when you go to the premiere of his new movie, not knowing you feel the same and are watching the interview.

“So uhm there were plenty of people attending the premiere of- of the newest movie you’re taking part in, am I right?” Ellen asked once the audience calmed down.

“Uh yes, yes many actually. Other than my family, my brothers and actually father too, there were other celebrities too. Some of whom I- I look up to so much I can’t describe! I got to talk to some of them, like- like Harrison Ford, yeah he was actually there, and Antony Hopkins and so many others! I couldn’t believe it at first but I was truly- truly blessed to be able to actually get to have a conversation with them, it was- it was amazing.” he breathed out, a smile spreading on his lips as he nodded his head.

“I am sure you were thrilled, but it shouldn’t come as such a surprise. The movie was expected to be a great hit and it actually happened!” she pointed out with a smile and small shrug “We- we indeed saw Harrison, Antony and Robert Downey Jr there too, right?” she asked and he nodded his head.

“Yeah also, I uh saw Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston too, and uh Ryan Gosling? Yeah he was there too.” he added “I was- I was really happy to see them there and you know even here a small ‘Great job!’ or 'Congratulations!’ meant so so much I can’t describe it! I was thrilled!”

“It certainly means a lot, I can understand! But something tells me we are not bringing up the first, and probably most important, person of the night that oh I am so sure made you feel over the moon!” she said with a smirk and even without saying a single name Bill laughed shyly, looking down, because he understood very very well who she was referring to.

“That- that laugh tells me you already know who I mean?” she asked with a small chuckled and he grinned, rubbing the back of his neck.

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Ong Seongwoo; brother’s best friend

Member: Seongwoo // Wanna One

Genre: Fluff

Request: Can I request scenario with Seongwoo where he’s your older brother’s best friend? Like he’s known you since you were in middle school so he’s like a second brother but now you’re going to start university and he starts to notice you’re not the same little girl anymore

A/N: tHANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS BC DAMN I’M SO HYPE TO WRECK LEAH’S WHOLE LIFE

Originally posted by 080717

  • damn that gif has my booty poppin
  • alright let’s do this shit
  • seongwoo is your older brother's handsome af best friend
  • so two have known each other since your cringy middle school years
  • yeah he even caught you dying your bangs with kool-aid one time
  • your life almost ended right then and there
  • it didn’t really matter though tbh because he just saw you as his best friend’s dorky kid sister
  • but you’d always had a giant crush on him
  • I mean look at him??? who wouldn’t
  • you turned down all your countless not really suitors because you KnEw deep down that oNe DaY seongwoo would fall madly in love with you
  • spoiler alert: it never happened
  • as you grew older, you matured and your crush subsided
  • not completely though
  • your heartbeat would still speed up every time he got a little too close, or playfully teased you
  • eventually you reach your second year of high school
  • seongwoo and your brother, daniel though you call him euigeon to piss him off, are long off to college
  • seongwoo still visits the house frequently, as daniel hasn’t moved out yet
  • you and seongwoo have gotten a little closer to the point where you consider him like family 
  • family that you have a huge crush on
  • but by now you know he doesn’t see you the way you see him
  • you get asked out by the cute guy in your chemistry class, bae jinyoung, and for the first time, you accept
  • he’s definitely handsome - he was voted most handsome for freshman superlatives until park jihoon transferred 
  • he’s also pretty popular with the girls
  • seongwoo finds out from your brother and teases you endlessly about your first boyfriend
  • but one time your friend describes how they feel about their boyfriend, and you realize something is wrong because
  • you don’t feel that way about jinyoung
  • you test it out, but he doesn’t give you the feeling he should
  • he doesn’t give you the feeling seongwoo did
  • when you break up with jinyoung, he’s surprisingly okay with it
  • you found out later this is because he had developed a crush on an older transfer student from china
  • fast forward two years later, and you haven’t seen seongwoo in at least a year, ever since daniel finally moved out
  • for your high school graduation, daniel, of course, comes to support his lil sis
  • and can you guess who he brings with him
  • that’s right
  • the pope
  • wait what,,, I mean seongwoo
  • and he’s definitely gotten more mature and handsome
  • what what you don’t realize is
  • so have you
  • when seongwoo spots you in your cap, gown, heels, and makeup, he does a double take
  • you look completely different from when he last saw you
  • and suddenly he realizes this little girl he’s always known??
  • she isn’t a little girl anymore
  • well he’s shook
  • and he’s wondering like,, why is he getting flustered over his best friend’s little sister??
  • the one who wore only boy’s clothes until 8th grade and dyed her hair with kool-aid in middle school???
  • no of course he couldn’t be attracted to you
  • but then he catches you laughing at something daniel says and his heart is all like “!!!”
  • and he’s like ‘maybe I’m sick??? yes!! that’s totally it I probably have a cold there is no other explanation’
  • after the summer, you end up going to the same college as the two of them
  • and you meet up with them on a regular basis
  • sometimes daniel can’t make it, so it’s just you and seongwoo
  • and you two get mistaken for a couple way too often
  • you’re always the one to deny it first, thinking it makes him uncomfortable when that happens
  • he doesn’t really know why, but he wishes you wouldn’t be so adamant about it
  • daniel starts disappearing more and more often with shady excuses, so you and seongwoo hang out alone more often than you do with daniel
  • one day, daniel slips away again and you’re getting really suspicious now because:
  • “did he just say,,, he had to wash his cats?”
  • “yeah,,,”
  • “didn’t he say he had to wash them last week??”
  • “he could be very conscious of his cats’ hygiene needs,”
  • “seongwoo,,, he washes his cats like every two months,,,”
  • “,,,that is suspicious indeed”
  • and so next time he flakes on meeting up, you two decide to secretly follow him
  • he’s pretty clueless, so he leads you right to where his destination is
  • and boy oh boy
  • your big brother seems to have a little crush
  • or a big crush
  • that happens to be mutual
  • basically, you catch him making out with one of your close friends on the campus lawn
  • both of their faces turn bright red when you step out from behind a tree and confront them
  • “so… secretly dating one of my friends huh?”
  • “y-y/n~ please don’t be mad~” 
  • “well, tbh,,, I don’t really have the right to be mad”
  • and they’re all like “??? what”
  • “actually,,, I’m dating jaehwan,”
  • daniel is shook
  • “jaehwan? kim jaehwan? from the soccer team?”
  • seongwoo is like 99.98% sure he’s sick again because like,,, his chest is tight all of a sudden??? and his throat feels like it’s closing
  • he’s like ‘why am I feeling sick so much recently I was always fine before’
  • later, back at their apartment, when daniel mentions jaehwan and you, seongwoo rolls his eyes like a 12 y/o boy
  • “they can date or whatever, I don’t care what she does or who she dates”
  • well that sounds an awful lot like he does care, daniel notices
  • and he smirks
  • “bro you jealous”
  • “whaT??? jealous?? of who??”
  • what, ong seoNGWOO?? jeaLOUS?? ofc not never
  • “of jaehwan, dumbass”
  • “why would I be jealous of jaehwan lmao”
  • “maybe because you like my sister”
  • “uM NO SHE DOESN’T MAKE ME BLUSH I’M JUST SICK”
  • “,,,, i never said she did”
  • #seongwoo #exposed
  • “so she makes you blush then huh”
  • “sHUt tHe F–”
  • surprisingly, daniel is actually hella chill about it
  • or maybe not surprisingly
  • daniel’s pretty chill tbh
  • so basically he becomes you and seongwoo’s biggest shipper and secret matchmaker
  • for instance seongwoo conveniently becomes your assigned tutor when you’re failing your math class
  • and wOW when you need a ride, daniel convEniENTLY can’t make it, but sEoNgwoO certainly can :))))
  • and cOnVEniENTLY you and seongwoo find yourself locked in a classroom one night, after you had to retrieve your misplaced textbook
  • certainly not the work of someone whose name starts with d and ends with aniel
  • you’re like “but the janitor knew we were gonna be in here??? how did we get locked in??”
  • and he’s like “,,,, dunno" 
  • cue awkward avoidance of eye contact
  • after many unanswered calls to daniel, seongwoo suggests you let it be
  • after all, it’s not like daniel will pick up
  • “,, what does that mean?”
  • “whAT I JUST MEANT HE’S PROBABLY WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND”
  • and after about ten minutes of occasional small talk (but mostly awkward silence), seongwoo decides to ask a question he really doesn’t want to know the answer to 
  • “so,,, how are you and ,,, jaehwan?”
  • “what about him??”
  • “isn’t he your boyfriend?
  • “oh hahaha,, I just said that to get back at daniel for lying to me”
  • “wait so,,, you guys aren’t actually together?”
  • you’re like: “nope”
  • and he’s like ‘this is my chance!!
  • “y/n?”
  • “hm?”
  • he waits until you look up from your phone
  • and then bOOM, he plants one right on your mouth
  • you almost die right then and there because !! ong seongwoo is kissing you !!
  • and you can feel the smile on his lips when you recover from the shock and start kissing him back
  •  and wow this is better than any kiss you’ve ever had before
  • seongwoo moves his hand to behind your neck, pulling you closer
  • when you finally break apart bc you need to breathe
  • though sacrificing air for kissing seongwoo is something you wouldn’t be against
  • seongwoo swallows and finally says: “I like you”
  • and you’re trying not to scREAM bc like
  • “I’ve waited way too long to hear that,”
  • like the dumbass seongwoo is i say, as I sigh over how dreamy he is, he’s clueless
  • “wait what??”
  • “I’ve had a crush on you since middle school, seongwoo”
  • and daniel chooses this moment to violently swing the door open and shout “i kNEW IT”
  • yeah he gets his ass beat
  • #worthit
oh my my

hi! here it is! the third part to let’s hurt tonight. the first two parts are linked below if you missed them! i hope you like it, only two parts left!

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The drive home wasn’t pleasant and it wasn’t something you were accustomed to driving through in California. In fact, now that you think about it, you’re not sure you’ve ever driven in a storm like this. The rain fell down in sheets so heavy your windshield wipers couldn’t keep up. You had to keep your hands firmly on the wheel when wind threatened to push you into another lane. You held your breath every time your car hydroplaned for a few seconds, taking all your self control not to slam on the brakes. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled as you finally pull your car into the garage, close to 12 AM. With a sigh, you shut the car off and grab your things, fumbling with the keys in the lock. The door gets stuck and you push it a few times before it gives and you practically fall through the threshold.

Candles are lit all around the house and its a moment before you realize the power’s out. Harry walks into view, phone in hand, looking panicked, “Where have you been?”

You frown, “Work.”

He raises his eyebrows, “You were at work until 12:00 AM?”

“Actually it was more like 11:15…” You trail off when you see the look on his face, “What? There’s only a month until this trial I need all the time I can get.”

“You could’ve at least called! Do you know how worried I was? I thought you were wrapped around a tree somewhere.”

“I’m sorry, my phone died and the power in the office went out.”

“You couldn’t have borrowed someone else’s phone?”

“I was the only one left in the office.” A lie, but you didn’t think now was the best time to tell him you and Ron had been alone in the office all night with nothing but candles to light the room.

He gives a short laugh, “Of course, of course you were the only one left, you’re the only one crazy enough to stay at work that late especially when there’s no power.”

“Don’t be an asshole, Harry.”

“Me? I’m the arsehole right now? You’re six hours late and you didn’t even call.”

“And I said I was sorry!” You walk past him and start up the stairs, rolling your eyes when you hear his steps echo your own.

“You always say you’re sorry, but you never mean it. You just keep doing the same things. When was the last time you got home at a decent hour?”

You round on him, “This is the most important case I’ve ever had! Can’t you just cut me some slack until it’s over?”

He’s a couple steps below you so for once you’re eye level, neither of you yielding to the other.

“I don’t know how much more slack I can cut you when you don’t show any regard for my feelings.” His voice is low and layered with indifference. He’s tired and he can’t fight you anymore.

Maybe if your day had gone different, maybe if you had gotten home earlier, maybe if you weren’t so stressed and frustrated, maybe you would’ve apologized and meant it this time. Maybe you would’ve kissed Harry and told him to come to bed.

But instead, you scoffed, “You’re being ridiculous. You’ll be over this by morning, I’m going to bed.” And you do indeed go to bed, leaving Harry on the stairs.

You’re awake when he climbs into bed and you think it might be the first time he doesn’t reach for you before falling asleep.

***

“They did what?”

Ron throws a pile of papers on your desk and you immediately begin flipping through them, “They changed their story.”

“Why… Why would he do that?”

“Probably because he figured it would be easier for us to catch them in a lie if they stuck with the whole ‘I’ve never seen her in my life’ bit. Oh, and a witness came forward who said she saw the three boys talking to our client during that party and that one of them got her a drink.”

“So we could use that witness to imply that they spiked her drink, just like she said they did.”

“Yeah.” He collapses in his seat, “So this case just got a lot more difficult.”

You quietly scan the papers over as quickly as possible, “They still won’t admit sexual relations with her.”

“Because we have no evidence to prove otherwise.”

“Except her testimony.”

“Mhm.”

You lightly toss the papers and lean back in your chair, “Shit.” You murmur.

Ron runs his hands over his face, “There really was no physical evidence?”

“We’ve been over this, she never went to the hospital, or anyone until days later. She only let me take pictures of her bruises, nothing else. She wouldn’t let anyone touch her.”

He’s quiet a moment, “What about her underwear? What happened to that?”

You flippantly wave your hand, “She never found it, she left… without it.” Your voice trails off as an idea begins to take root.

“Oh!” Ron points to you, “That’s your idea face, I love that face, gimme something good darlin’.”

“Call me darling again and I’ll have you castrated.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’m a misogynist, you’ve told me a million times, yada yada yada, now what’s churning in that pretty head of yours?” You glare at him. “I meant, in that intelligent, brilliant head of yours.”

You roll your eyes, “I was just thinking that maybe we underestimated these boys.”

He frowns, “I’m not following.”

“What if… what if they took her underwear in case it did have semen on it? What if one of them still has it?”

Ron sits up now, you have his attention, “Do you think we could get a search warrant?”

You shrug, “The judge did give me access to the school’s records of past accusations. He might give it to us, but I don’t know, it’s just a guess.”

He gets up and pulls on his blazer, “Come on, let’s go.” He tosses you your keys, “You’re driving.”

“Where are we going?”

“The judge’s chambers.”

“Oh, okay, yeah that’s super reasonable, let’s just show up unannounced. I’m sure he’ll take that very well.”

He ignores your sarcasm, “He loves us, it’ll be fine.”

***

You try calling Harry in the car because being alone with Ron for so long makes you miss him, but he doesn’t answer.

And you, being so oblivious to others lately, don’t realize that he ignored you on purpose.

***

“Usually it’s the police that come to me asking for a warrant. This is quite unusual.” He looks down at the both of you through his wire framed spectacles.

You knew this would be coming. “Of course, Your Honor, but given that the police were hesitant to even carry out the arrest warrant because of their… connections with the defendants, you can imagine why we’re concerned that they haven’t proceeded with this investigation as thoroughly as they should have.”

“I agree with you, but this also seems like a desperate attempt to get more evidence and it sounds to me like the two of you are struggling to build a case.”

“Not at all, Your Honor, it’s just that most of our evidence is subjective and we know how a jury loves some DNA.”

“You’d be hard pressed to find DNA on that underwear still.”

“Even so, finding the underwear in their possession would be damning enough.”

“And do you have reason to believe one of them has the underwear?”

“When our client awoke after the incident she was never able to find it, so we were thinking it was possible they took it to cover their tracks.”

There’s a long pause, and then he sighs. “I’m going to send three separate warrants for each of the defendants permitting search of their dorm rooms and their cars. I really hope you’re right about this.”

You couldn’t believe your luck, “Thank you, Your Honor.”

You felt like you were walking on air as you walked out of the courtroom, you had a really good feeling about this and your first thought immediately was to call Harry and share the good news. Though, you couldn’t do that in front of Ron who would surely jump down your throat about confidentiality.

***

You practically skipped into the house around 4:30, you and Ron deciding to take the rest of the day off after the success of the search warrant. Her underwear had been found in the trunk of one of the boys’ cars and sent to the lab immediately.

“Harry?” You call through the house, unable to keep the smile off your face.

It’s a few moments before the basement door creaks open and Harry appears, “You’re home.” He frowns.

“Yeah, so are you.” You say, setting your things down and walking towards him, “Why didn’t you go to the studio?”

He shrugs, “Wanted to work by myself today.”

You’re excited to tell him your good news, but something seems off, “Is everything okay?” You reach to put a hand on his arm and he very subtly avoids it, walking by you to the fridge to grab a water. You turn to follow him, confusion and hurt warring on your face. He wasn’t subtle enough.

“Fine,” He says and takes a sip of water, “Why are you home so early?”

You’re still recovering from his rejection, “Um…” He blinks at you. “I’m sorry, I just, something seems off here.”

“Does it?” He says, “I haven’t noticed.” He opens the fridge again and then closes it, “We need groceries.” He goes to grab his keys.

“Can I come with you?” You refuse to sit at home doing nothing knowing something’s wrong.

He looks like he might say no, but then he sighs, unable to say no to you, “Sure.”

Harry turns the radio on almost immediately and turns it just high enough so that talking would be difficult. You reach out to turn down the volume, “Can we talk?”

“About what?”

“About why you’re clearly angry with me.”

“I’m not angry, I’m tired.”

Your eyebrows knit together, “Tired?”

His fingers tighten on the steering wheel, “I’m tired of coming second to your case.”

Realization dawns on you, “This is about last night.” He doesn’t answer. “Harry, I said I was sorry. I even came home early today.”

“And I have no doubt that that decision had nothing to do with me.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, it matters! Because you never come home for me. Ron probably gets to spend more time with you than I do. For all I know there’s something going on with the two of you.”

“Now you just sound stupid.”

“Yeah? Why did you lie to me about being alone in the office last night? I know Ron was with you.”

Oh no. “How did you know that?”

“I ran into him this morning when I went to get coffee. Why did you lie to me?” He repeats.

“You were already mad at me and I didn’t want to give you another reason to be upset.”

“So you lied to me? Did you think when I found out I would be happy about that?”

“I didn’t think you would find out.” You said quietly. “But I hate Ron and it’s ridiculous for you to think that there’s anything going on and I know you know that.”

“Maybe it’s ridiculous or maybe you realized you should’ve married a lawyer like Ron so you’d have someone more understanding than me.“

You roll your eyes, “Well, we’re not married yet, so you still have time to change your mind.”

You’re at a red light and he turns his full body to you, “Is that what you want?” He says quietly.

“Of course not!” You throw your hands up in exasperation, “If I wanted to marry a lawyer I wouldn’t have gotten engaged to you! But since you wanna be so damn dramatic about this—”

“You know what, I don’t want to talk about this anymore because you’re just not getting it and I’m tired of talking in circles.” He turns the volume of the radio back up.

You immediately reach out and turn it back down, “So, what? You’re just going to be mad at me forever? Do you want me to quit my job, is that it? You’re asking me to choose between you and my career and we promised we’d never ask that of each other.”

He pulls into a parking spot outside of Whole Foods. “That’s not what I want! I don’t want you to choose! I just want to feel like we’re equally prioritized and right now it feels like you’re picking your career over me.” The car is parked and turned off at this point.

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, growing tired of constantly having to defend yourself, “Harry, I’m doing the best I can.”

“What happens when we have kids? Huh? Are you going to abandon them the way you abandon me every time there’s a case that’s more important?”

For a moment, the devastation plays across your face, but then you set your jaw and furiously wipe at the one tear that managed to escape your eyes. “That’s a really shitty thing to say.” Your voice is thick and you get out of the car, slamming the door before walking into the store, Harry trailing behind you. You try your best to look normal because despite Harry’s comment, you don’t want anyone to get a shot of the two of you fighting.

You sniffle as you reach the shopping carts, but the one you want is stuck and you’re getting more frustrated, aggressively trying to separate it from another cart when Harry gently pushes your hands away and pulls it out for you. You sniff again, “Thanks.” You murmur.

You’re both silent as you push through the aisles, each grabbing things you want. You’re grabbing a couple rolls of sushi for dinner because you’re too lazy to cook tonight when Harry finally says something, “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He says softly.

You place the sushi in the cart and continue pushing without saying anything for a while. Then, “Do you even know how much I love you?”

He sighs, “Yeah, of course I do—“

“Then how could you even say that to me? Abandon you? Abandon our future children? And on top of that you think I would leave you for another lawyer? Is that really how little you think of me?” You’re fighting back tears again in the cereal aisle and Harry steps in front of the cart, to stop you from moving.

When he moves to you and cups your face in his hands, you let him, “I didn’t mean that, I was upset.”

You push his hands away, “People always mean the things they say when they’re upset.” You press the sleeve of your shirt to your eyes before continuing down the aisle.

He makes an exasperated sound from behind and then lengthens his strides until he’s next to you, “Look, I—“ He blows out air between his lips, “I was wrong to say that. I know you would never… I know how much you love me and it was a stupid thing to say. And I hate that I made you cry and I don’t want to fight anymore—We need coffee—It’s just I miss you and things with the label aren’t going well and I just… I just feel like I’m grabbing desperately at the things I love and they’re all falling through my fingers and I don’t know what to do.”

You’re throwing the coffee Harry said you needed in the cart before you turn back to him, “I’m sorry things aren’t going well at work, but you and I both know you’re brilliant at what you do and things will work out. As for me? You’re never going to lose me, Harry. And I don’t know what I have to do to convince you. I mean, I already promised to marry you.” You both smile as you always do at the mention of the engagement. The giddiness never fades. “I’ll spend more time with you when I’m home from now on. No more late work nights until the week of the trial and no working at home, does that seem fair?”

He nods and takes your chin between his thumb and index finger and presses a chaste kiss to your mouth, conscious that people have been watching you since you walked in, “I’m sorry.”

“So am I. And I never want to have this argument ever again.”

“Well thank God because I’m tired of having it.”

You smile and press another quick kiss to his mouth before continuing through the store.

***

“And so,” You pop another piece of sushi in your mouth, “The judge gave us the warrant, the police went to search the properties… and they found her underwear.”

“Really?” He swallows, “That’s great, babe. You have this in the bag then.”

“Not necessarily.” You wanted to talk about the case, but also Harry was looking exceptionally snuggly in a big pink jumper and sweatpants, his hair still a bit damp from the shower he took when the two of you got back from the store. It was ridiculous that he still had this effect on you, even watching him eat his sushi was somehow endearing and distracting.

“…Are you going to elaborate on that?” He asks, trying to hide his smirk when he realizes you’re staring at him.

“I’ve decided I don’t really want to talk about the case anymore.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Really?”

You nod, “Really. Could really use a good cuddle, actually.”

He tosses out your empty sushi containers, “I might know a guy who can help with that.“

You raise your eyebrows, "Oh yeah?”

He nods and grabs your hand before tugging you towards the stairs, “As long as you promise not to leave the bed from now until the morning unless it’s for food.”

You smirk, “Anything else?”

You’re in the bedroom now and he pushes you back on the bed, “Yeah. You let me be the little spoon occasionally.”

He barely let’s you settle yourself before he collapses onto the and wraps himself around you, “Deal.” You agree just as you feel his lips against your skin and his hand slide gently under your shirt to rest on your stomach.

“Your skin’s really soft.” He murmurs and his breath makes goosebumps spread across your body.

“Do you wanna talk?”

He pulls back and looks at you, “About what?”

“You… Your work.”

He raises his eyebrows, “My work? You mean where I spend my days trying to think of more poetic and sonically pleasing ways to convey how much I love you?” He’s kissing your neck again and it’s hard to focus.

“No, I’m serious, Harry.”

He pulls away and rests his head on your stomach, no longer kissing you. You gently run your fingers through his still damp hair to try and soothe him. “I just feel like I’m never going to live up to this pedestal everyone’s put me on. And I hate the idea of disappointing my fans or, well, anyone really. Especially you.”

“Baby, come on, you’re never gonna disappoint me. Let’s be real.”

“I am being real.” You can see this is genuinely bothering him, “I don’t know what to do.”

“I think you should talk to people who know more about this than I do. But if you want my advice, I think the music you believe in has always been your best work.”

He crawls up to you and presses his lips to yours, slow and gentle, “Thank you, love.”

“You’re welcome,” You murmur, "Can I hear any music yet?”

He laughs into your mouth before nibbling on your lower lip, “Absolutely not.” You pout at him and he runs his thumb over your lip, “Stop that.”

You stare him down until you can’t keep a straight face anymore, “Hold me, please.”

He obliges you and reaches to turn on the TV and an argument ensues about which movie to watch, but it doesn’t matter because you fall asleep in his arms a half hour later.

***

Ron walks into your office and sits at the seat across from you. After a moment you look up and notices he’s smiling. Smiling like he did the day the cops found the underwear. You put your pen down and then fold your hands in front of you, “What d’you got?”

“You remember ages ago when we hired a psychologist to evaluate our client, but she refused to go?” You nod, “Well, it looks like she showed up there on her own today to be evaluated.”

You frown, “Is she okay? She wouldn’t have gone there unless she was desperate for help.”

“The psychologist doesn’t think she’s a danger to herself or anything, but she did call me and gave me the results of the evaluation.” He smiles, “Are you ready?”

You stare at him, “Obviously.”

“She has PTSD, the psychologist is willing to testify that if we need her to. She also advised us to be careful during the trial because seeing the defendants may trigger her.”

“What happens if she… gets triggered?”

He shrugs, “Could be anything, panic attack, mental breakdown, flashbacks to that night.” You sigh. “But this is good, I mean, she wouldn’t have PTSD if it didn’t happen.”

You shake your head, “They can argue that it could be from anything, that she had it before that night, even. It might prove she was sexually assaulted, but it doesn’t prove they did it.”

“But with the underwear and everything, I think it’ll put enough doubt in the minds of the jury.”

You nod, “Maybe. It might be enough. Thanks, Ron.” He stands to leave just as there’s a knock at your door and Sophia’s there and someone’s waiting behind her. No, not someone, Harry.

“Sorry to bother you, but your fiancé said he needed to speak with you privately.”

Harry walks in and Ron and Sophia leave, closing the door behind them. You frown and walk towards Harry, “Is everything alright—?”

He grabs you and pushes you against the wall, his mouth colliding with yours in a frenzy. Once the shock wears off, you kiss him back, pulling at his hair. His hands begin to push up your skirt, and that’s when reality comes crashing in and you pull away, “Harry, what are you— What’s going on? Did you come here just to have sex with me? Because you know I’m busy and—“

He sighs, “No, no, I just wanted to start this off positively.”

“What are you talking about?” You’re more confused now than ever.

“Before I tell you, I want you to remember what a loving person I am and how much I care about you—“

“Harry!”

He sighs, “My mum just called and… they didn’t want me to tell you, but her and Gemma have insisted on throwing you a surprise bridal shower—“

Your face falls, “No… No, I don’t want that, didn’t you tell them—“

“I did, but they insisted. They’re also worried because the wedding is in six months and you haven’t picked out your dress yet.”

You open your mouth to defend yourself, but for a few seconds nothing comes out, “I’ve been busy.” You say quietly.

“I know, sweetheart, and I understand, I do, but… They won’t listen to me. And they feel like they have to because of the situation with your— your parents—“

“I don’t have parents.” You say harshly.

Harry just nods, used to the way you react when they’re brought up, “Yeah, that. So… They’ll be coming down next week to help you pick out a dress and then throw you the bridal shower and then they’ll be gone, I promise, just give them two days, Sunday and Monday. Sunday will be the shower and then Monday to pick out a dress, okay?”

You sigh, remembering that you promised Harry you’d put him first sometimes, “Fine, but if I have to take Monday out of work, then I’m staying late Friday to make up for it.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Really? That’s it?”

You frown, “What do you mean ‘that’s it’? Aren’t you mad I’m going to be staying late?”

“To be honest, I thought I’d have to give up my Saturday with you, but this is much better.”

You give him a small smile, “Well get out of here before I change my mind then.”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“You already got far too many kisses when you first showed up here, if you remember.”

He pouts and comes around the desk to get closer to you, “Just one? Just a little one?”

You laugh and quickly press your lips to his, “Now go.”

“One more, just one more, love?” And he’s kissing you as you laugh until you finally push him away and he backs off, a smile on his face that causes his dimples to make an appearance. “See you at home. Love you.”

“I love you too.” You say before he disappears out the doorway. You look at your desk, an opening statement beginning to be drafted, and then back at the door.

***

“Harry! Wait!” You catch him in the parking lot, out of breath, carrying your belongings. He turns and when he sees you with all your things he smiles. “Let’s go to the beach.”

He walks to meet you and takes a bag out of your hands before kissing you, “That sounds perfect.“

My Fake boyfriend Part 7

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2273

Warnings: SO MUCH FUFFLY

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

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Bucky gets off of the bench, offering you his hand. You accept gladly smiling at him, but his mind can’t focus on anything now. Would you let him kiss you? Would you be mad at him for asking? Maybe you would just politely decline; he wouldn’t blame you for not being attracted to him.

In the dinner room everybody is already sitting waiting for the two of you, including an old couple that he assumes to be Lucas’ parents and the way they are looking at you leaves him no doubts.

He sits by your side on the table watching as you smile at him and he kisses your hand. It is a small gesture, sure real couples do this all the time but it was also a way for him to say that things were alright between you two.

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One Hundred Miles Away

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Request: oh what about a dad!shawn one where the reader and their 1 year old son surprise him at an ellen interview? (Shawn thought they were in Canada)

Word count: 2,401

One Hundred Miles Away

“Hello everybody and welcome to today’s show! We have the most exciting guest for you and a fully packed show” Ellen started, looking into the camera.

It already gave me butterflies, knowing my hubby Shawn would walk out at any second now. I still can’t believe, I got to keep that one.

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stronger ❖ jongin (2)

❝What would I do without you, love?❞


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fluff, angst, dad!jongin au, ceo!jonging, daddy tbh, smut (in future), age gap, if you don’t like, don’t read | velvet

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The next day you found yourself in front of the Kim Family Company, the building was high in the sky and it seemed like the clouds were almost touching it. It scared you, you couldn’t deny it, everything felt so unreal, you wanted to go back home, say to your mother that you were sorry and you would have found another work by yourself, but then the images of Taeoh came to your mind and you couldn’t help but take out your phone and click the name of Kim Jongin on the screen.

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“Don’t be fucking rude Lucy heartfilia pls

Alcohol Is Not Lucy’s Friend, But Her Friends Are

Pairing: Nalu

Word Count: 2318

A/N; Sorry this took so long, been working on a few things at the same time and actually working lol! Enjoy!

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Oh my God Lucy you are such a meme!” Cana cackled, arm slung over Lucy’s shoulder as she tried to wedge her face between Lucy’s phone and her ear. “Besides, it’s girls night! That means no dicks!”

“Cana,” Levy sighed giving her a pointed look.

“Your dick is female, it doesn’t count. Now take your shot and spin the wheel of awkward sexual questions on your phone.”

“Does that mean Juvia’s beloved can join?”

“You know if you would just stop making everything about dick this would stop happening,” Lucy commented innocently, grinning at Cana’s disgruntled look. “You don’t even like dick.”

“Oh I like dick, just not what ninety percent of it is attached to.”

“Can you guys stop saying dick?” A tired voice asked from the phone. Lucy squeaked, shoving her hand in Cana’s face and pushing her so she fell backwards over the couch.

“Sorry Natsu,” Lucy sighed, glaring at her pack of giggling friends and making threatening gestures with her hand as she left the room. “You know how they are.”

“I did grow up with them,” he said dryly, Lucy hearing his smile in his voice.

“Then you should be used to the word dick,” Lucy teased, grinning at his scoff. ”Would you rather I say penis?”

“Oh Luce, you know I beat you at the penis game.” Natsu purred. Lucy was thankful that he was half a city away and not able to see her face, because that meant she didn’t have to suppress her shiver or stop herself from biting her lip at his deep voice. Yes, Lucy thought to herself, I’m sure you could definitely beat me with your dick.

Alrighty, that was a sign for her to stop taking every drink Cana offered her.

Time to stop being creepy about her best friend. “You wish,” she said instead of anything she might regret.

“Excuse you I totally won the round in the library yesterday!”

“Because I wasn’t playing,” Lucy huffed, smiling as she twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. “You and Gray started it, I just got kicked out alongside you!”

“Then maybe I was just imagining you screaming,” Natsu said, voice low and rough through the phone. Lucy’s heart stuttered, mouth suddenly going dry as her mind whirled.

“What?” she asked, clearing her throat awkwardly at how her own voice sounded. Thank God Cana was too busy climbing all over Kagura like some alcoholic cat.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I saw your tags on the ladywongs post, so I just wanted to know your opinion about the latest touka/mutsuki. honestly, I feel it unnecessarily complicated something so simple and it made me feel violated, cause I feel like I loved a character that was not touka. Do you perhaps...have an insight you wanna share?

Well, I was grateful for the shoutout that meta gave me and I’ve been a fan of a lot of metas that writer has produced, but this one in particular I very much disagreed with. I think the claim that Touka loves the idea of Kaneki while not really understanding the person ignores the fact that every time she’s made a serious observation about Kaneki she’s been bang on the money.

If she idolises Kaneki so, why has she made such a damning assessment about him? And it’s not just an assessment of the changed Shironeki that she resents, it extends to the Kuroneki she supposedly idolises as well. And what’s more, she’s completely right. This is even acknowledged by Kaneki himself.

Touka doesn’t idolise an image of Kaneki. Far from it. The chapter on the bridge is titled “Penetration” because Touka sees past the roles Kaneki plays to the scared kid inside. At this point, she probably has the best understanding of Kaneki than anyone in the series - maybe even more than Hide. For further proof, Touka knows at a FREAKING GLANCE just what Kaneki intends to do to himself when they meet up at Cochlea.

If this was just a casual “Seeya”, do you think it would be all Touka would say to him after all this time? She can tell Kaneki has no intention of making it out alive, so the first thing she does is to remind him that his death won’t affect him alone, and it very clearly shakes him up; setting him on the path to choose to live. Just like how their confrontation on the bridge convinced Kaneki to go back to Anteiku, if not quite in time.

Touka’s not being unreasonable because the Kaneki she idolised has changed. She’s mad because Kaneki’s going down a path of self-destruction, and it does destroy him. In the last quarter of the first manga the narrative breaks its back pointing out that Kaneki’s gone too far down the Shironeki path - it’s not just Touka, it’s also Yoshimura, Nishiki, even resident devil on Kaneki’s shoulder Shuu, not to mention events like Kaneki stabbing Banjou, seeing Rize crazed and helpless, and all the foreshadowing packed into ‘The Hanged Man’s McGuffin’. Touka is trying to help Kaneki because she genuinely does know what’s best for him because she genuinely understands him. I don’t think anyone would try to claim that convincing Kaneki to live at Cochlea was a bad thing either.

Now if Touka is ‘obsessed’ with Kaneki, if it can’t possibly be love because they only knew each other for two months, then it would stand to reason that Kaneki would be far, far more important to Touka than she would be for him.

Then why is it that in Kaneki’s mind, after only knowing Touka for two months and Hide for all his life, Touka is on equal footing with Hide? He includes the whole of Anteiku in the above panel, but Touka gets special mention with Hide in the next. 

And here, in his dying moments, Touka gets the biggest panel, placed on the next page for the biggest effect. Touka is just as important to Kaneki as vice-versa. 

But neither is ‘obsessed’ with the other.

Touka broke into Cochlea to save Hinami, not Kaneki. She didn’t even know he was there. She most definitely has a life outside Kaneki and her love for him is far from all-consuming. While he had lost his memories, she was fully willing to accept the possibility she might never talk to him again. She might love him, but if she was obsessed and didn’t have a life outside of him, there’s no way she could make a sacrifice like that even if her aim was selflessness. Yoshimura loved his daughter, and set up Anteiku anticipating her return, but he had a life outside of her too. It’s the same with Touka.

The original post tries to dismiss Touka’s feelings being a healthy form of love by comparing it to spending three years dedicating yourself to a co-worker who you knew for two months, but dumbing it down to their official relationship and a span of time removes an enormous amount of context to explain why she feels this way. In real life, you wouldn’t have fought side-by-side with your co-worker in life-threatening situations time and time again. These kind of high-pressure environments cause bonds and trust to become much much thicker much more quickly. “Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever”.

Sure Touka sees Arata in Kaneki. That’s not a bad thing at all. Arata was a great dude. Having an Arata in your life is a real positive thing, and there’s absolutely no reason why Touka shouldn’t chase it. People are hardwired to get with people who remind them of their parents - it’s in our genetic programming, it doesn’t diminish the love they feel for that person or make them love them less for who they are in the slightest. Trying to heal the wounds of old losses by emotionally investing yourself in new people is totally healthy - the unhealthy thing would be to shut yourself off from the world, just like Touka was doing at the start of the manga - a rut Kaneki helped her out of. It would be bad if she were just pretending that Kaneki was Arata, but she isn’t - she behaves totally differently around him and she has demonstrated many times an understanding of those personality traits Kaneki possesses that are completely different from Arata’s. It would be problematic if Kaneki got with someone who reminded him of his mother (read: Rize) because his mother was a horrible person; but Touka, even if she occasionally throws a hit at him (a product of her upbringing which is very rare nowadays - also Kaneki is nowhere near as vulnerable in this situation as he was a child, he’s the OEK for crying out loud), constantly gives Kaneki both the emotional attention and the hard truths that he needs.

This panel:

Is unambiguously a good thing. Touka’s development was never about growing into herself without the need for others, because she was already like that at the start of the manga. Touka’s development was about rediscovering the humanity she cast aside to protect herself from pain, and then balancing that with the strength she found with being a Ghoul. The first stage was greatly aided by Kaneki - whom she indeed admired, but never idolised - and the second stage she completed herself. 

Mutsuki’s love is a different beast entirely than Touka’s love. Mutsuki’s focus on Touka was precisely to emphasise Mutsuki’s jealousy, because Mutsuki recognises the bond Kaneki and Touka share. Mutsuki’s feelings are not meant to parallel Touka’s, but tie in with the other complicated entanglements of this arc, showcasing different kinds of love. I do strongly believe we’ll get both Touken and Akiramon resolutions soon, and positive ones too; the negativity around love this arc has displayed to us so far is set up to make those two relationships shine brighter.

So don’t worry anon, just because a meta says Touka is different from how you think about her doesn’t mean it’s right - it’s all a matter of interpretation. No one person’s opinion is automatically more important than another (except in this case maybe Sui Ishida - and maybe not even then, if you adhere to Death Of The Author literary theory), your analysis is just as valid as anyone else’s if you can argue it with evidence.

But even so, I am very much of the opinion in this fandom that if you see any meta that tries to claim that none of the main characters have developed at all since the start of the manga, take it with approximately this much salt:

Deep Red and Crimson [Peter Parker x Reader Soulmate AU] (Please read A/N)

Hey guys! This is something I had in mind for a long time but couldn’t done it because I didn’t have real plot….

Anyway, this is stupid beyond your imagination. I warned ya!!

This is a Soulmate AU where people know they have one but can’t identify them.

Some people are born with special ability to see it (red strings tied at the pinky finger) and help others to find their soulmate. These people can see one’s soulmate by touching it and if they are willing to, they can cut it and connect it with someone else’s, using a specific scissor.

Reader is someone born with this ability and just transferred to Midtown High school

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[Name] closed her locker of her new school. She sighed, hoping she could survive this year. She turned around after taking a deep breath and she saw them. Red strings flying around everywhere, all tied to someone’s pinky finger. Some couples were walking by, threads not connected to each other. She sighed. She could see it already, breaking up, getting hurt, what was the point? She tried her best not to touch them as she hurried off to her class.

She told herself to keep her mouth shut this year. She had suffered enough because of this ability so she kept on telling herself to shut her mouth. She raised her hand to check her own pinky finger. Still none. She had this ability since she was born but never was she able to see her thread. She wondered whether it was because her soulmate wasn’t born yet or dead but she learned that when soulmate die it goes transparent from her father’s death.

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