i love how i posted this right before i hit limit

a love spell, or something like it

inspired by a post sara reblogged (this one, specifically) and the resulting conversation about different love spells, where she suggested i write the fic. i said no, go away, it’s late. then i stayed up and wrote the fic.

This doesn’t make any sense.

Though they’d never admit it—Dean especially would never admit it—they’re practically witches themselves at this point. Sam isn’t deluded enough to think otherwise. He has a fair share of spells up his sleeve that he knows by heart by now, a few more he’s working on remembering, and some he still struggles with the incantation, but at the end of the day they frequently speak Latin and throw herbs into flames, so, logically, they’re witches, or close enough to it.

And it’s because of this (and his own unfortunate experience that no one must ever speak of again, thanks) that Sam knows a love spell when he sees one.

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anonymous asked:

That 'its lexa' scene killed me, like, clarke looks like she's about to break into pieces....

That scene is as brief as it’s impactful and excruciating. For Clarke, it’s the climax of an emotional journey she had to endure throughout the whole episode and it’s raw to watch and experience and it just leaves me so heartbroken for her.

From the beginning of the episode, we see her being emotionally hammered down again and again and again: Jasper telling her she deserves to die, ALIE!Raven bringing up all her ghosts and making her feel even guiltier about Lexa’s death, Jasper again rejecting her apology. She has her walls up, hasn’t let them down since Lexa’s death, but It’s evident that this all weighs down on her heavily. What makes her especially fragile in this episode is that she has no chance for escapism. Ever since Lexa died, Clarke has kept herself busy/distracted with things she must do, right? First, it’s making sure Aden wins the Conclave and that he honors Lexa’s wish of having Skaikru join the Coalition and being protected. She literally rejects Aden’s offer of having a private moment with Lexa’s body.

She can’t do that, she can’t deal with that pain just yet, it’s too fresh and overwhelming. Having that moment would mean having to process Lexa’s death, having to embrace grief, which she’s not ready to do. Her only option is to ignore it, to hide from it.

After Ontari kills Aden and all the Natblida, Clarke’s focus shifts to making sure Ontari doesn’t become Commander, taking the Flame to Luna and protecting the Flame with her life. It’s her drive throughout 3B. There’s an interesting single-mindedness that characterizes her throughout the rest of the season. She needs to focus on this mission, there is little room for anything else. If she stopped, even for a minute, her feelings would be impossible to avoid. It’s a defense mechanism. She shuts the door on grief and clings to what she has: a distraction (the never-ending list of concerns she has to deal with), a hopeless hope that not everything is lost (the Flame).

But then we get to 311.

It’s a peculiar kind of episode, for most of its runtime taking place in a closed environment. But not only that: in this episode, for a long time the characters are forced to stall. There are few exceptions (Octavia and Monty), but for almost the whole episode we are stuck at Niylah’s trading post with the characters, who are racking their brains as they try to find a solution to save Raven, and waiting. Because there is nowhere to rush to, nothing they can do. Nothing Clarke can do. Even when they devise a plan to try and fry the chip, it’s someone else who has to go out and find what they need to carry out the task, not her. She is, quite simply, stuck. Not only physically, but she is stuck with her thoughts and her feelings. And that has consequences of course.

As I said before, we see Clarke getting progressively closer and closer to her breaking point. She first snaps after the continuous hits at her heart by ALIE!Raven, when she reminds her of all the people that died because of her. That it’s not really Clarke’s fault is irrelevant, Clarke feels that guilt and bears it constantly, and in a moment as tense and delicate as that one, it brings her to lash out. What’s interesting to me is that it’s not an immediate reaction. ALIE!Raven first uses Wells, Charlotte, and Finn and while clearly still affected, Clarke recognizes ALIE!Raven’s strategy and manages to mostly ignore her. But then, she mentions Lexa, and Clarke’s reaction is entirely different. (x)

It’s so different from her previous strained attempts at ignoring what is being said to her that even ALIE notices it, with that head tilt she does when she’s learning something new. Clarke here doesn’t even try to pretend she’s not affected by Lexa’s mention. She directly goes and tells ALIE!Raven to shut up. She looks up the second she hears Lexa’s name, her glare is deadly, her words are seething. She doesn’t wanna hear this, she can’t hear this. Also! This isn’t the first time someone told her she was responsible for Lexa’s death, with Titus telling her he pulled the trigger but it was her fault. You can bet that had a great impact on Clarke and made her only more sensitive to ALIE!Raven’s words.

And the comment about her father’s death is the last straw. So we get her lashing out and literally trying to gag Raven so she doesn’t have to hear this any longer.

The heartbreaking thing is that she pretty much gets no respite. Bellamy takes her place in the room with Raven, but Jasper is immediately there to remind her about Mt Weather and how she killed all those people and Maya. She’s literally on the verge of tears when he rejects her apology and roughly pushes past her.

All this shows she is incredibly close to reaching her limit. All that tension and pain and guilt is like a fire simmering inside her, a fire she has no way to cool down because as I said, she is deprived of almost any distraction. She spends the episode being reminded of what she did and most importantly, of what, who, she lost.

So when Jasper grabs the Flame and is ready to destroy it, Clarke’s walls shatter. Faced with the possibility of losing yet another thing extremely important to her, she has no way of shutting down her pain and grief any longer. (x)

She panics when she realizes what Jasper is about to do. She is frantic in trying to get the Flame back, desperation is written all over her. The possibility of losing the one part of Lexa she has left propels forward that fire of pain and grief. Lexa is gone, this is all she has left of her, and she can’t bear to lose that too. All her restraint, her imposed control over her emotions, is useless in this brief moment. And so…

She doesn’t use logic to try to stop Jasper, it’s her heart here begging him to not take Lexa from her. It’s raw, it’s charged with every emotion ranging from despair to heartbreak, it’s harrowing. For this brief moment, Clarke is stripped down, emotionally bare and vulnerable. She doesn’t avoid her grief, she embraces it. She even arrives to relive details of the moment Lexa died.

Oh, and that “I’m not–” she says immediately after, right before pausing and figuring out how to save Raven. That breaks my heart because I can’t help but wonder what she was going to say. “I’m not making this up… I’m not lying… I’m not crazy.” She needs Jasper to believe her because otherwise, she is going to lose that part of Lexa she still has, however small. The fact that her reaction is so intense and heart-wrenching is only a proof of just how much she loves Lexa and of how much pain and sorrow her death caused to Clarke.

And when eventually Jasper gives the Flame back to her, Clarke treats it like something incredibly precious. She cradles it in her hands, she brings it close to her chest, almost protectively, she keeps her eyes set on it, she is extremely careful in putting it back in the case. She takes her time with everything and if you look at the scene, you can see that from the moment she gets the Flame back to when she places it back in the case, it’s almost like it’s just Clarke and the Flame. She focuses only on that. She’s still got it, she can still hold on to it, to Lexa. And it’s a thin consolation, yes. It’s probably more painful than relieving, because the Flame is at the end of the day a reminder that Lexa is dead and Clarke lost her. 

Clarke is grieving and she should be allowed to go through every stage of her grief, but unfortunately, that is not the case with her. Everything she is feeling is written on her face, every unresolved, painful emotion tied to Lexa’s death. But the moment is gone, and with one last look, she collects herself as best as she can and she goes back to her mission. (x)

To me, this is one of the things that make this entire scene even more devastating. We get a glimpse at the enormity of the pain that Clarke is feeling, we see every visceral emotion she is hiding behind her mask of stoicism, but she isn’t allowed to properly deal with it, and thus, to heal.

Anyway, I made myself sad. To cut it short, the main point of all this is that Clarke loved Lexa immensely and this scene proves it.

8 Common Misconceptions about Sugaring

1. It’s Easy

If I had a penny for every dumb and naive little girl I saw on Tumblr trying to break into the sugar bowl, I’d be a millionaire. From what you read on Tumblr, it may sound like this glamorous, exciting, luxurious lifestyle, but in reality it’s from it. As referenced from a different post, you are the one making the sacrifice in this equation, even if the social construct of our society places money over sex. The amount that your SD is likely paying you is disposable income to him. It is chump change in his pocket that he is looking to blow on something worthwhile. That something is y-o-u, darling. 

It’s not easy to sift through the sugar and salt daddies on SA. Truth be told it is dangerous if you don’t do your screening well. Sometimes you can spend hours and hours and hours sending messages and come up with nothing but salts. Sometimes you’ll go on a date and it will be great, but he’ll ghost on you. There may be SD’s who try to undercut your worth by implying you’re a whore… best advice: don’t let them. Know your worth and that you’re the whole, delicious goddamn pie in this equation. 

You are the one getting his rocks off. You are the one sacrificing your dignity by going to dinner with a man old enough to be either your grandfather or father. You are the one clearing your busy schedule for him and spending time with him when you could be pursuing other relationships with people your own age. You are the one having sex with someone you would honestly never be attracted to if it weren’t for his money. You are the one with everything to lose.

Sugaring is not easy. In some ways, escorting is easier because after the hour is up, they’re gone. With sugaring, sometimes there is no time limit or sometimes the time limit stretches on and on and on. You just don’t know. So no, to anyone who says it’s easy– it’s not easy. Sometimes you may go months at a time without an SD. That’s just how the sugar bowl is.

2. Girls who sugar are whores / dumb bimbos / gold diggers / or crackheads with no other option…

Girls who sugar are hustlas, bosses, and head bitches who know their worth. That is quite a difference from whores, dumb bimbos, and gold diggers. Want to know a secret? The most successful SB’s are the ones who are the best businesswomen– who don’t do drugs, who have a good head on their shoulders, and who know how to suck a man dry using their charm and wit. None of these things can be accomplished without a good sense of business, a mind geared towards money, and generally just having high self esteem. Girls who sugar are generally sex positive and non-judgmental. Your local sugarbaby is likely a student, and probably knows her way around a textbook just as well as dick. She is probably that girl who always had that something special in her eye, who the boys lusted after, the girls hated, and who your little brother’s friends probably jacked off to in the shower. To be a sugar baby, you have to be enthralling. She ain’t your average hoe– and the best SB’s are always the most exceptional. 

3. It’s glamorous

FOR THE TENTH TIME. BEING A SUGAR BABY IS NICE FOR FINANCIAL SECURITY, BUT CAN WE STOP GLAMORIZING IT. It makes me want to knock myself unconscious every single time I read a tweet or a meme about stupid girls making jokes about becoming a sugar baby and how easy it would be, or how they want to sugar but don’t want to have sex with old dudes. Hate to break it to ya honey, you’re going to be having sex with old dudes. That’s a part of the game. Love it or hate it, don’t romanticize it if you can’t take it.

4. You’ll be making a 6k+ a month allowance upon entering the bowl

Whichever stupid Tumblr blogs deluded new babies into believing they’re going to land a 6k+ allowance first go around the sugar bowl are clearly factually incorrect. Any SB knows that it takes some serious pulling to even get 2.5k+, and luck/a whole lot of patience dealing with frogs to land a whale daddy. Chances are, you’ll be making scraps until you learn how to play the game and hit the right targets.

5. All sugar babies wear designer clothing

Honestly only the materialistic sugar babies wear head to toe Givenchy. Most SB’s would rather save their money and invest responsibly rather than blow it all on brand name clothes. There are numerous guides out there on how to look the part without spending the part, if you catch my drift. Anyone can sugar regardless of current financial status… you just have to know how to carry yourself.

6. There’s only one right way to sugar

This is something that’s a common misconception amongst SB’s. But I’ll tell you right now– whatever works, works. Freestyling is fine if you know how to do it. Looking through SA, Tinder, Ashley Madison, whatever it is, if it works for you and you’re being safe about it, it’s fine. There’s no right way to sugar– just do your research before you jump into anything is all I’m going to say.

7. Platonic SB’s fall from the sky raining cash like Santa Claus

I think this is the most unrealistic expectation set forth by the Tumblr community and the sugar blogs out there that are fake. I will tell you from a sugar baby, firsthand, PLATONIC ARRANGEMENTS ARE NEARLY NONEXISTENT. They are, essentially, the unicorns of the sugaring world and you will have serious issuing finding a daddy who will give you the time of day if you cannot even entertain the thought of eventual intimacy. That’s just how it is. If someone is offering you an outrageous sum of money for a merely platonic relationship, it’s probably a scam.

Back 2 U -- Taeyong Soulmate AU

A/N: A soulmate au (first words your soulmate says are on your wrist in black and turn white when they’re said) with Taeyong of NCT. This is my first venture into writing for groups other than Seventeen so I hope you enjoy! If you do, don’t be afraid to send me feedback or a request!

I used a member of another group simply to have a name to use! I am in no way trying to slander that member or the group.

Trigger warning: Unhealthy relationship (not with Taeyong, don’t worry)

Genre: slight angst, fluff-ish

Pairing: Reader x Taeyong

Word Count: 4k+


Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Out of all the collections of words, numbers, and letters there were in the world, you thought that 1:27 A.M. was the least romantic pairing one could have inked on their wrist. Your friends seemed to agree.

“Come on, Y/N, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!” Donghyuck insisted, reaching out to grab your wrist and pull you back down into your seat.

You were at McDonald’s late at night with your friends, trying to ignore your constantly ringing phone that sat on the table before you.

“He’s an idiot.” Mark added, trying to make you laugh and forget Donghyuck’s teasing over your tattoo. Donghyuck hit his shoulder,  but didn’t disagree, which sent you into a fit of giggles.

“You should turn it off.” Jaehyun said from his place to your left, nodding his head toward the phone.

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anonymous asked:

Request! How would the RFA react to an MC that looks delicate innocent and all that, but then shES A TOTAL MEMESTER *dabs* AND SWEARS LIKE A SAILOR 24/7

lololol this is so me except I’m neither delicate nor innocent looking I’m just abnormally quiet but look I will swear just to put emphasis on other swear words ok

also pretend that in the chats, MC acts ‘normally’ I guess, since she wanted to make a good impression. But now that she’s gotten more comfortable with the RFA, it’s time to let loose. 

also also sorry not sorry for my cringey memeing

also also also (really sorry) I think swearing like a sailor and knowing good insults are part of the same package so…tah

-Sevensity


Yoosung:

  • AW BABY
  • at first, he thinks you’re an actual angel
  • you’re sweet, and pure, and so incredibly precious, you’re probably the most gent-
  • “Ay it’s my bitch- I mean boy, Yoosung!”
  • Did she…did she just call me her bitch?
  • not that he really minds though whoops 
  • This boy is s hOOK
  • When he grew up, he was the kid that thought “heck” was a terrible word
  • and now the love of his life just said the big ‘b’ word/?//???
  • MC the boy will cry actually he’s kinda scared that his mom is going to jump out from beneath a table holding a bible
  • Without realizing it, he’ll cover your mouth with his hand to ‘prevent’ you from saying any other bad words
  • then he realizes what he’s done and just sort of goes ah I hate myself
  • proceeds to curl up into a ball of solid misery
  • you: ಠ_ಠ
  • telling him memes just freaks him the fuck out because who is this person????
  • Yoosung hates surprises tbh
  • He calms down a bit once you revert to your chat room self, but this is only to lessen the blow, and you’ll gradually release your own beast all in due time
  • he’s fine with memes, not fine with swearing
  • but seriously when you guys live together he has a heart attack every time you stub your toe because you just yell profanities at the top of your lungs
  • “HOLY JESUS SWEET MOTHERFUCKER ” 
  • “o h  f O R THE LOVE OF SATAN’S FIERY BALLSACK10/10 for creativity
  • your neighbors are like uhm is she ok I don’t think she’s ok
  • meanwhile Yoosung is sobbing on the floor
  • ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Zen:

  • Actually with Zen, it’s a little while before you openly started to swear and meme-out in front of him, since you are a bit afraid of his fans’ reactions
  • But at some point, Zen is acting with a really shitty excuse of a human being
  • This guy has some sort of god-complex (also he wears khaki pants and keeps screaming about death and ruling the world) which just makes you want him in his pretty face
  • As they wrap up a scene, he begins to complain about everything that went ‘wrong’, and proceeds to storm away after his tantrum
  • He shoves people out of the way, and Zen tugs you to the side before the shit kid can touch you
  • But you can’t keep your cool, and just-
  • “Woah excUSE me, fucking douche canoe coming through.”
  • You feel Zen’s fingers just freeze around your arm
  • Did those words really come out of your sweet little mouth? 
  • Starts to wonder how else your mouth can amaze him *wink wonk* jfc this kinky piece of shit is too much for me
  • Basically after that incident, you don’t hold back anymore
  • Although Zen doesn’t get used to it for a while after-all your words and appearance are so completely different, he secretly loves it when you swear
  • Especially when you mention body parts 
  • Specifically when you mention his body parts
  • He thinks he could handle any other surprise you throw at him
  • You prove him wrong during an RFA get-together one day, where you all go to visit Jaehee’s cafe together since she just began to sell new things I like to believe they have their happy endings no matter what route you choose see sometimes I can be optimistic
  • You buy one of the fresh baguettes, eye it for a moment, then your tongue darts out and-
  • “Babe, just what are you doing?” you hear Zen’s concerned voice
  • Everyone is looking at you
  • Meekly, you reply “I lik the bred.”
  • Seven doubles up in laughter, since he’s basically the only one who gets it this nerd
  • Zen thinks you’re ill
  • You have to explain to him that it’s from a meme, and horror dawns on his face
  • “I’m dating a female version of Seven.”
  • But it’s fine, he loves you anyways, and insists you teach him about the world of memes so he can try to understand your references
  • Though it’s like teaching the average mom how to use a computer
  • No matter how many times you explain, he just doesn’t get it

Jaehee:

  • Ok first off lemme just say rip Baehee
  • When she sees you for the first time, she is glad to see how sweet you look; your tender smile and innocent eyes wash away her stress and fatigue
  • That is, until you promptly grab her hand and say, “Damn, I’ve really hooked myself one bitchin’ fine-ass lady.”
  • Excuse me w h a t???????
  • Jaehee is physically unable to process what you just said
  • MC is that really you?!?!?!
  • “Jumin can really be a such dickhead sometimes. I’ve always wanted to say that to you,” you continue, scratching your head.
  • good job MC you just done gone and b r o k e the bae
  • How can someone so innocent-looking have such a foul vocabulary?
  • She thought the swearing was shocking enough
  • But boy was she not prepared for the memes
  • As soon as you two spot Seven, you just proceed to dab the fuck out and narrowly miss hitting Jaehee square in the face with your hand
  • oh no, she thinks
  • Seven reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few HB chips
  • seems like Dat Boi stashed a bag in big suit
  • “Bröther may i have some öats?” you say
  • on nO, she thinks again
  • “Sorry bröther, I’ve already begun eating the öats.”
  • “I have very few öats bröther, I must procure yours.”
  • Oh NO JUST WHAT DID I SIGN UP FOR??
  • Jaehee promptly collapses from the shock and let’s just say that it takes a while for her to recover 
  • She has you limit your swearing to when you’re alone together, if at all possible
  • But she cannot hold back your occasional meme streams while working at the coffee shop

Jumin:

  • When Jumin first hears you swearing, a puzzled look flashes across his face, but there’s no grand reaction
  • He just accepts it as part of who you are, and thinks it’s an interesting part of ‘commoner language’
  • There’s a business meeting with some dudes whom you despise, mostly because of their lewd comments directed towards you, which Jumin merely brushes away
  • You walk up to your babe during a break
  • “That guy is an absolute fucking asshole, it’s a pity that you have to do business with such an obnoxious smelly ballsack.”
  • “Um princess he’s still here.”
  • said obnoxious smelly ballsack is fuming, starts cussing right back at you
  • You summon up all your hate for him and hiss “Cash me outside, howbow dah?”
  • Everyone in the room: ?????????
  • “MC what language was that just now?”
  • “The language of memes.”
  • *asks Seven what this language is*
  • "Can you please teach me how to speak it?”
  • Jumin’s very first meme, hear me out, is not about his gayness
  • It’s the heavy breathing cat
  • and oh my god does he spam it
  • So much that Zen just basically stops taking part in any chat that involves Jumin
  • The Memeing Ways Part 2: How to Keep a Meme Relevant by Saeyoung Choi
  • and actually, surprisingly enough, Jumin also becomes a memer
  • also becomes a meme himself


Seven:

  • Apart from the mutual memeing in the chats, Seven considered you to be more of a demure, down-to-fuck earth kind of girl, and this idea was only strengthened when he saw your sweet looking face
  • As soon as you spot the tomato in the crowd at the RFA party, you dart over to his side and say
  • “Well just fucking bend me over sideways and fuck me twice there are so many people?!”
  • Seven blinks at you
  • A slow grin spreads across his face as he realizes o h he’s been deceived
  • *pretends to be shot in the chest*
  • “Hmmmmmm watcha saayyy,” you sing, slowly backing away
  • Seven is gonna die he loves you so much???? like what she’s also into memes????
  • Adores your cussing, and y’all nerds start to make up your own insults, even if they really don’t make any sense to other people
  • His personal favorites are “white crayola” and “factory edition Vanderwood″
  • You guys order your very own none pizza with left beef, but it tastes to bad
  • #firstworldproblems
  • You start making memes of each other
  • MEMES ALL DAY EVERY DAY
  • NEED I REALLY SAY MORE? ? ???
Friends With Benefits

HEY GUYS

so I got like 40 likes on the post suggesting I may do a Bucky Barnes friends with benefits type thing and so here is part one

My chapters are usually very long cos I love to talk and the same applies to my writing (my mouth gets a better work out than any other part of my body

Here is chapter one: Alcohol makes you new friends….sort of

Hope you all enjoy it ☺️


It was girls night in the tower which meant wine and gossip.

You loved girls night.

It meant moscato. You loved moscato.

Well, you just loved alcohol in general.

Tonight was Pepper, Natasha, Hope, Sharon, Darcy, Laura, Wanda and Maria.

This meant a good mix.

“Okay, but seriously, you can’t tell me you don’t just wanna take charge and tell him to hell with his stupid gentlemen-ly crap” Darcy said to Sharon.

“Believe me I do, but it’s nice y'know, the guy is patient, which is needed given how demanding my job can be” Sharon spilled, stunningly sober compared to the rest of them, but then again o was Natasha.

“I don’t understand how you can all be around superheroes all the time and not screw them all” you said incredibly tipsy and mouth now that the 3 bottles of wine had hit you.

“Because some of them are just stupid” Pepper said with a slight hiccough.

“Okay, besides Tony” you said.

“Aww, does Y/N have a crush on an Avenger?” Laura cooed slightly buzzed, but still in her motherly form.

“Um, yes. On like all of them” you admitted.

“Ooo who’s number one on the list?” Wanda asked.

You just looked at Sharon.

“Sorry” was all you said while everyone giggled.

“I totally get it, Cap looks good for his age” Darcy said bumping her hip with yours.

“Next?” Natasha smirked.

“T'Challa” you groaned. “He’s beautiful” you admitted.

“I need this list in order” Pepper said laughing.

“Cap, T'Challa, Thor, Bucky, Fandral seems charming as hell so him, Peter seems like you could laugh with him so he’s next, so yeah, Starlord after Fandral. Then Strange? He’s not too old. I cannot include the Kid, Tony or Rhodey cos age differences. And Vision is like a brother to me along with Sam, so yeah” you explained sipping more wine.

“Okay so the real question is, which one would you sleep with” Hope said pointing a finger at you. “Cap isn’t an option, Thor has Valkyrie, Peter’s got Gamora, Strange has a girl too, soooo, T'Challa, Bucky or Fandral?” Hope asked.

“T'Challa isn’t exactly an option either, he’s got a kingdom to run” Maria pointed out.

“Yes, Thank you Maria” you said wincing as you had a glass of Pinot Griggio instead of the Moscato, the slight difference in flavours clashing.

“Who has more stamina, a god or a supersoldier?” you asked seriously.

“God”
“Supersoldier”

Voices clashed together with different opinions.

“It has to be a god! I mean come on, they’re gods!” Pepper yelled.

“Cap’s a pretty decent match when he spars with Thor, and he’s way more built then Fandral” Natasha said.

“But Cap has the serum, I bet he can match a god any day” Hope said.

“But Bucky and Cap are slightly different super soldiers, so out of them, who’s better?” Darcy asked.

“They’re actually fairly similar” Sharon said in thought.

“Well I’d go with whoever’s got the best stamina, I need a few things before I’m satisfied” you said with a grimace.

“Woah, what does that mean?” Natasha said with a knowing glint.

“You know exactly what it means” you groaned. “When did guys become so bad at all things sex?” you asked no one in particular.

“When porn became reality for them” Darcy said.

“Idiots” you grumbled.

You all continued for a while not noticing that Bucky was in the room right next to the lounge, door closed, but super hearing working just fine.

Smiling and laughing quietly at the drunken antics going on next door until he heard what you had to say. Then he made his mind up about things.

“Ugh, 2am, I need to get home” Maria said. “Sharon, you can crash on my couch, I don’t wanna wake up in hangover mode alone” she mumbled.

One by one everyone left until it was you, Wanda and Natasha.

“I’m heading off to bed, last thing I need is Vis listing all the effects of alcohol and sleep deprivation tomorrow morning” she groaned before heading off to bed leaving just you and Natasha.

“I’m making you and Barnes happen” she smirked.

“You most certainly are not” you told her sternly.

“Oh I’ve already started” she said looking behind you at the tall figure which you didn’t notice being tipsy.

“You know it’ll happen” she called over her shoulder as she turned to head to her room.

“It will not happen” you said turning abruptly and smacking into something hard.

Groaning, you clutched your shoulder.

“Ugh, when was there a wall here?” you asked to yourself.

“There isn’t” a voice said.

Deep and Brooklyn.
Crap. Bucky.

“Right, hi Bucky, sorry for the walk in” you apologised.

“Not a problem” he said brushing it off. “What’s Romanoff so determined to not make happen exactly?” he asked feigning curiosity.

“Uh, something about me and fitness, not my forte” you stumbled over a useful excuse.

“I could help you out if you’d like?” he offered.

Well shit, you obviously didn’t think that one through. Course he’d offer to help.

“Oh, that’s okay, I’ll just stick to Yoga and Pilates” you laughed nervously.

“Yoga and Pilates huh? You must be pretty flexible, we could start out with something more suited to you, something that uses your flexibility, you’d probably be able to keep going for hours that way, we could really test out your limits that way” he said with some sort of undertone to his words that you were too drunk to place.

“Really, training with supersoldiers would not be a pretty sight” she said honestly.

“I’m sure we could find a work out that suits you” he said.

“I’m good, promise. I am gonna go to bed” you said quickly moving to get around him.

But you, with your marvelous fortune, decided to showcase just how truly drunk you were, in your heels of all things and would’ve unintentionally nearly dived into the floor if it weren’t for Bucky catching you.

“Woah, you’ve had a bit much to drink” he chuckled holding you up by your biceps.

“Apparently so” you said enthusiastically. “I’m gonna go to bed Bucky Barnes” you told him in a very matter-of-fact tone.

But before you could move he simply scooped you up in his arms.

“Hey! I can walk you know” you berated him.

“I know you can, I see you do it almost every day, you’re just not as proficient when you’re drunk” he teased.

“I can still walk just fine” you said stubbornly like his last sentence was all a lie.

“Y'know, Romanoff wouldn’t of had to set us up doll” he smirked as your mouth gaped like a fish.

“What?” you tried playing dumb.

“You know what I’m talking about” he smiled at your apparent shyness. “You could knock on my door rain, hail or shine and I’d open it for you” he said making your heart race.

Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

“That’s really not necessary Bucky” you smiled sheepishly.

“I know, I wouldn’t be doing it out of necessity” he murmured, his lips entirely too close to your ear making you tense slightly. Something he obviously noticed. “Am I making you nervous?” he asked innocently. “You seem kinda tense” he observed.

“No…” you said looking anywhere but him.

“I think that’s a lie sweetheart” he said in another teasing tone which would kill you.

“You think you know a lot don’t you?” you narrowed your eyes.

“I do” he smiled as he came to stop in front of your door.

Somehow managing to open it, he maneuvered into your room and put you down gently on your bed.

You moved to unclasp the necklace your high school best friend got you but once again, you were having no luck.

“Would you like some help?” Bucky asked, clearly amused.

“No” you grumbled attempting once more.

“Here” Bucky offered as you gave up.

Easily removing the necklace, he smiled.

“There.” he said. “It’s a pretty necklace” he said eyeing the pendant. A sapphire blue pendant that was wrapped in the silver of the necklace.

“Yeah, my friend got it for my 16th birthday” you said. “6 years later and I’m still wearing it, he got a matching ring” you said.

“Cute” he smiled.

“Thank you for helping me back to my room, I’m gonna go to sleep now” you said in an attempt to shoo him away from your socially awkward self.

“Can I steal another moment from you?” he asked.

“Why…?” you asked suspiciously.

“No particular reason” he hummed. “Except I think you should put a theory to test” he said.

“What theory?” you asked jumping slightly when he took your hand and starting rubbing circles into tops of your hand right hand.

“The theory that not all men are useless” Bucky said simply. “Some of us still know what to do and where to put things”

And here you are again. Gaping. Like a fish. Wonderful.

“Just think about it” he said getting up from your bed and heading to the door. “Goodnight Y/N” he smiled.

“Night” you said in a voice that magically came out higher in pitch than usual.

‘Screw you and your charm Barnes’ you though irritably.

“Oh and Y/N?” he said before shutting the door.

“Hmm?” you said looking up.

“I’m a super soldier, I’ve got pretty decent stamina” he smirked before making a quick exit.

“Oh Christ Almighty” you muttered before falling back into your bed.

Leaving a happy supersoldier walking away from your room whose supersoldier hearing picked up your groan of frustration.

Part 2: Spectacular 


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The future Queen

Request: Hey I hope you are still taking requests but could you please do a thorin x reader where it’s after they reclaim the mountain and thorin is looking for a queen at a ball or something but sneaks out and finds the reader but she doesn’t realize it’s him and they bond before she realizes he’s the king and freaks out?

A/N: First Thorin x reader!! Really like how this turned out. Sorry that I didn’t post it yesterday but I wasn’t entirely pleased with it then. But here it is! Hope you’ll like it. 

Word Count: 1787

After hours of constant bloodshed, the mountain was reclaimed. The company of Thorin Oakenshield had miraculously survived and Erebor was filled with dwarves once again. Although, many lives had been sacrificed for the company to reclaim Erebor. And a great sorrow filled everyone’s hearts from the great loss. To remember the fallen, a grand ball was being held in the mountain. Thorin had insisted that every dwarf, man, wizard and elf was invited. Since the ball was a month after the battle, most of the corpses were gone and Erebor and Dale restored. This ball was not only to remember the dead, it was also a coronation ball to celebrate the king under the mountain. This ball had been a tradition for many generations and Thorin was not an exception. The tradition was that on the coronation ball, the king would choose a queen. However, Thorin hadn’t thought about a life partner the past month due to more important matters than his own pleasure. So here he was, walking around Erebor with Dwalin, trying to find a queen.

 “It’s impossible Dwalin, none of these Darrow dams suits me!” “Ey nothing is impossible! How hard can it be to find one decent lass?” Thorin sighted and looked at the women following him and Dwalin as a bunch of lovesick ants. “Apparently extremely hard, I mean look at them…” He turned around and one of the women blew Dwalin a kiss, which made him turn back around. “Yeah you’re right, there is nothing wrong to be in love but these women are after the title.” Thorin sighted and continued to walk through Erebor. “Yes, she must be real and genuine, not a stalking lovebird.” Dwalin patted his shoulder and laughed. “Yeah and I imagine that you want a tough girl ey?” Thorin shooke his head and smiled. “Well I definitely wouldn’t mind that…” He halted and looked at the grand gate. “I think I’ll go for a walk, this love seeking is tiring for the mind.” Dwalin nodded. “No guard?” He patted Dwalin’s shoulder and shooke his head. “No my friend, not today and I do carry Orcrist with me you now!” “Well that’s a relief and I hope you run into a queen out there because you need one!” Thorin laughed and walked towards the gate. “If it was that easy”

 ***

 You were training in the forest outside of Dale. You were tired of your daily life, which was very limited. You had always wanted to fight in the army but no such chance ever came, for you were only a fair face to the race of men. An innocent girl that couldn’t protect herself, if they only knew what you could do. As of now, you hit the target in the center every time with your arrows. Not one missing the spot. Then you heard footsteps coming from behind you and you turned and aimed at the intruder. You had a hood over your head so your hair and face was covered.

 The intruder, who was a dwarf, had his hand on his sword but he didn’t move. “Who are you dwarf?” He hesitated to say his name and before he reveled it he wanted to see your face. “Well you can start to show your face elf if we are to have a proper introduction!” You frowned but removed your hood. Your long hair cascaded in beautiful waves down your shoulders. “I am no elf, I’m human.” Thorin was taken aback by your appearance. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and here you were pointing an arrow at him. He eyed it then looked at you with pleading eyes. You lowered it to ease him a bit. “Thorin Oakenshield at your service and who are you?” You frowned then said your own name. “y/n.” “Well forgive me y/n for startling you, it was not my intention, your shooting was admirable and I was to curios to stay away.” You smiled slightly. “Thank you, no one has ever said anything like that before!” Thorin looked confused at your statement. “What? You must be the captain of the guard with those skills, how come you never hear compliments.” You shooke your head and sat down on the rock beside you. “Quite the opposite, women are not allowed to fight in the guard or anywhere at that. So I am nobody really, just y/n.” You were a bit confused why you were talking so freely with this stranger but he seemed harmless and was very handsome. “Oh, well I am sorry about that.” “Yeah, but what about you, are you a captain or just Thorin?” He was a bit taken aback by that. You had no idea that he was the King and he didn’t want to ruin this casual conversation. “I guess I’m just Thorin.” You smiled and patted the rock beside you. “Well Thorin, I feel like we are very similar you and me. But I am no dwarf so please tell me how Erebor is like.” He walked to the stone and sat beside you. He was quite tall for a dwarf, only a tad shorter than you. “So, what do you want to know first?”

 Several hours later…

 “Wow, I didn’t know the ball was for everyone.” “Well the King ordered that everyone was invited due to the great loss in the battle…and for his coronation.”  “I see, he sounds like a great king.” He smiled at you. You had no idea what that compliment meant for him. “He manages the kingdom I guess.” You nod. “And he has a Queen, yes?” He furrowed his brows and didn’t know what to answer. “Well, not officially, but I believe that he has found his one.” You didn’t catch the true meaning of his words but you smiled anyway. “How wonderful, I bet she is beautiful.” Thorin’s answer were only a whisper. “Oh she is”  “Excuse me?” “Oh nothing.”

 You sat quietly for a while until you spoke up. “Who will you attend with then?” You kind of hoped that it would be you but you never knew if he had a woman waiting for him. “The most beautiful maiden in all of middle earth, it’s just one small obstacle, she has to answer first.” You felt disappointed and dropped your head. Of course it wasn’t you. “Oh, I see.” Thorin looked at you lovingly and noticed your disappointment. Then he laughed. This made you kind of mad at him. “What? Why are you laughing? How can this possibly be funny?” He calmed down and tried to explain between breaths. “It’s just that I gave you the grandest hint of all time and you didn’t catch it.” You face palmed yourself, which made Thorin laugh even more. “So will you? Attend with me that is?” You smiled at him and felt very happy inside. “I will” “Wonderful, I don’t have an official jewel to present to you as the tradition says. But this is the best I can give you. He handed you a ring with a beautiful blue diamond in the middle. “Wow, no I can’t accept that, it’s too beautiful.” He took your hand and placed it on your ring finger. “Nonsense, it’s perfect on you.” You shooke your head and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you” He smiled and stood up again. “Then I will be seeing you at the ball tomorrow night.” “Can’t wait” He smiled even more and walked back to Erebor, while you admired the ring that the handsome stranger had placed there.

***

 “Did you find a lass out there?” Dwalin was smug, because he knew that very few women could satisfy Thorin. Thorin patted Dwalin’s shoulder and walked past him. “I guess you’ll see tomorrow. “What is that supposed to mean?”

 ***

 You walked towards the grand gate of Erebor. Your mother had picked out a beautiful blue dress which hugged your body at the right places. It flowed behind you when you walked and your beautiful curls made the look perfect. “Hello y/n, how are you?” It was Bard who walked with you. “Hi Bard, I’m fine thank you and you?” “Never better, so how come you are attending alone?” You smirked and held up your hand to show him the ring. “I actually have a date, he’s inside.” He had a stunned facial expression. “y/n, do you realize who your date is?” You were confused at his words. “Well yes of course, he’s a kind dwarf I met.” Bard realized that you had no idea that Thorin was the King. That ring represented the royal bloodline of Durin. And you were wearing it which were quit a statement. “You are going to have the shock of your life.” Then he walked away, leaving you with many questions.

 When you entered the ballroom, it was a mix between elves, men, dwarves and other people. You tried to find Thorin but you couldn’t see him. Then you heard a loud bang that came from one of the dwarfs. “Welcome everyone, it is my greatest pleasure to present to you, the King under the Mountain. Thorin son of Thrain.” Your jaw dropped when you saw Thorin walking out with a crown upon his head. Bard was right, you did have the shock of your life. When Thorin had greeted the other kings, he tried to find you in the crowd. When your eyes met, he smiled and walked over to you. “Wow, you look absolutely stunning.” He took your hand and kissed the top of it. You were still very shocked. “What? Do I have something on my face?” You laughed and shooke your head no. “No, it’s just that you failed to mention that you were in fact the King himself.” “Oh did I, small detail, easy to forget.” You hit his arm lightly at his sarcasm. “But true fully I didn’t want you to know me as the King under the Mountain. But as Thorin Oakenshield, a normal, curious dwarf.” You smiled and understood why he did hide his title. “I understand, I myself don’t have a secret title unfortunately. But will you take me as I am? A girl who dreams of being a soldier.” He took your hands in his and admired the blue ring on your finger. “Of course I will” Then he motioned you to walk to the dance floor which you gladly accepted. From afar Dwalin and Balin stood and watched you two. Balin had a proud smile on his face and Dwalin was truly shocked. Thorin did find a lass in the woods. And that lass would later become the Queen under the Mountain.   

Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - April 7th, 2017

Originally posted by mariechapuis

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! Click on the titles to get the links! They are posted in the order I read them. 

What She Had To Do by @wherethereissmoak - Post-5x18 fic. I wanted to explore what Felicity was thinking a bit in the episode and why she wasn’t there with Digg when he talked to Oliver. And then of course, I couldn’t leave it at a sad point so I had to add some future spec. :)

Olicity 5x19 Drabble by @laurabelle2930 - Oliver and Felicity have a very important conversation 

Hold Me Closer by @jsevick - A lovely 4x09 moment

Time Will Wait for No One multi-chapter by @sentence-fragments Oliver and Felicity are blissfully happy together until a cruel twist of fate sinks the Queen’s Gambit while Oliver and his father are on their way to China for business. Oliver miraculously survives, fighting every day to make his way back to her. He learns about some things that have happened in his absence and decides to stay away. Until he doesn’t have a choice.

Time for a Story multi-chapter by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. Totally catching up - I’m on Ch 126!

Therapy by @geneshaven Oliver seeks therapy post 3x23

Every Step of the Way by longlivefelicitythequeen - Things get heated when Oliver tries to stop Felicity. Based on the promo for 5.19.

The White Queen by @felicityollies - How do you break a man that is already so very broken? You break the love of his life, of course. Very Dark.  

In Another Life (I Could be Your Man) multi-chapter by @angelicmisskitty - Their lives couldn’t be more different - and yet Oliver can’t take his eyes off the beautiful blonde woman that leaves the subway every morning at 7.43am. There is something about her that makes him look up every morning - something that also makes him aware he’ll never be good enough for her, or that she’d even notice him. He had no idea how much his life would change the day he rushed over to help her…Olicity AU - no Lian Yu, no saving the city (at least not in the way we know from Arrow :D ) LOVE LOVE, LOVE!

A Touch Unlike Any Other multi-chapter by @mel-loves-all Olicity Regency - The Earl of Archer out for the first time in a long time - LOVE THIS.

Those Eyes by @mr-and-mrs-queen - Olicity scene once Oliver returns from being tortured

A Little One Shot by @ruwithmeguys - Olicity face off with Chase

Autumn Dreams multi-chapter by @sadfangirl05 - What happens when recent college graduate Oliver Queen meets Goth Felicity Smoak? They fall in love, because of course they do. After a rushed elopement they’re quickly separated, but the paperwork was never filed.It’s 10 years later and they need to get divorced right away, as Felicity’s getting married…

Untitled by @dettiot - Felicity meets the star baseball player

Untitled by @dettiot - College AU. Oliver is on the baseball team and needs Felicity to tutor him to stay on the team.

Hidden Alleys by @adiwriting for Olicity Valentine’s Day Smut-a-Thon - Prompt: “I’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

Exposure Therapy multi-chapter by lilbluednacer - Oliver comes up with a creative solution to help Felicity with a problem. Falling in love with her wasn’t part of the plan.

Another Entry from Oliver’s Journal by @geneshaven - Oliver’s thoughts as written in his journal

Untitled by @dettiot - Oliver is a baseball star who thinks too much of himself and Felicity is the agent who has to rein him in.                                                    

Red Pens and Rescues by @tdgal1 - Picking up where 5x18 ends a look at what could happen

Pacing at Night multi-chapter by @walker-oliciter - The problem didn’t start when she first had a one-night stand with Oliver Queen. It didn’t start when she found out he was a ruthless Bratva Captain, nor did it start when her affair with him continued. It didn’t start when she realized she had a crush on him. No, it started when two tiny pink lines appeared on a pregnancy test.

Untitled by @dettiot - Oliver works in a sports bar and has a crush on one of his customers

To Sacrifice the Sun multi-chapter by @emmilynestill - Oliver and Felicity are ARGUS agents working on a mission in Mexico, the two share some very important history. LOVE THIS

Keep it Professional multi-chapter by @mogirl97 - Oliver is assigned to be Felicity’s bodyguard

Untitled by @dettiot - First meeting, Oliver hits Felicity in the head with a baseball with a throw or popfly gone wrong                                                        

Trust Me multi-chapter by @felicityollies - When a prostitute meets the perfect client, she has to remind herself that there’s no room for getting close to someone in her line of work.

Darling, kiss me slow (your heart is all your own) by @smoakingskye - A short drabble set sometime after the end of season 5 (probably) after Oliver and Felicity finally reconnect.

Untitled @eilowyn1 - Scene with Olicity shopping at Bed Bath and Beyond - BECAUSE it can be done brilliantly as seen here

Pieces of Always multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens.

Picture Perfect multi-chapter by @thebookjumper - She’s not really sure what prompted her to do it.   Okay, that might be a bit of a lie.  Sure, she’s not completely positive of her reasoning, but she would bet Oliver’s fortune that it had quite a bit to do with the four empty bottles of wine littering her countertop and the three other women lounging around her apartment in various states of undress.She doesn’t want to be cute anymore.  She’s sexy and she’s going to prove it. SO AWESOME!

In My Daughter’s Eyes multi-chapter by @smkkbert - Oliver and Felicity are parents following a teenage pregnancy, they balance family life with school and I love it!

As Easy As Falling multi-chapter by @charlinert - Felicity has just received tragic news when she meets Oliver, I believe there is hope, highly recommend but you will cry but not every chapter!

Return to Me multi-chapter by @diggo26 - What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?

Can Hell Be Heaven multi-chapter by @marytagus Felicity uses her hacker skills to protect Oliver from Prometheus and gets caught - Excellent!

Married by @geneshaven What would have happened, I wonder, if Cutter never showed up at the fake wedding?

Bound to You multi-chapter by @bindy417 - Felicity is an ARGUS agent and Oliver with the Bratva but they met long before that! This story gives the past and the present.  

Return to the Den of Snakes multi-chapter by @dmichellewrites - Team Arrow and Flash’s joint mission marked their second trip to Markovia. Dimitrij Lazarov Jr., the brother of a foe these heroes had faced once before was seeking revenge not on solely Oliver, but all who chose to help him. It was a vendetta against both Oliver and Barry, three years in the making. They return to the den of snakes, which leads them back to Castle Wallenstein. Love is in the air for Oliver and Felicity. Friendships are stronger than ever, but which two will fall off course from their groups?

The Story Writes Itself  by @geneshaven - How an episode of Arrow is created

A Cure for the Cold by @it-was-a-red-heeler - A glimpse into Season 6

Falling for an Angel multi-chapter by @missafairy - What happens if an angel falls from the sky? Oliver Queen is a respected club owner in his hometown - Starling City. His life abruptly changes when one night he finds a beautiful girl claiming to have fallen from heaven. With her wings tucked into a jacket he helps her navigate her now human life while trying not to fall in love. Nothing can go wrong even if she drinks all of his coffee and cries in the shower, right?

Teddy Bears and Lullabies by @emmilynestill - John Diggle was not ready to forgive Oliver for what he had done to his family.  He didn’t care how many incredibly thoughtful gifts with accompanying heartwarming notes arrived for his daughter every Monday afternoon.  In fact, the whole thing was starting to make him rather grumpy. But this, this last gift might push Digg right over the edge.Set between Arrow Season 3-4, but now Season 4 Cannon Compliant

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nakamoto yuta prince!au

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⇢ NOTE: i wrote this orignally on another blog, in which i deleted. so if it sounds familar… that’s why. i just wanted to post something. 

also, i have a part two to this but i literally can;t find it. so if i ever do find it then i’ll post it. itf oot then sucks to suck.

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Nakamoto Yuta was Prince of Japan in 1836, son of Emperor Ninkō and took his mother’s name since he has no place close to the throne. He was given a small area of land to rule when he was older and wife already set aside for when he was crowned prince.

Yoshida Y/N was daughter of noble Samurai Yoshida Daichi. She practiced under the sword for defense and was not allowed to show her talents off to the public. She was put into an arranged marriage at five years old and had fallen in love with her best friend.


Whoosh.

Crash.

“Spread your feet wider, Y/N,” Yoshida Daichi commanded his daughter calmly. He watched with lidded gray eyes, her feet slid an inch apart. Sweat dripping from her forehead as she glared in front of her, the wooden sword held between her fingers in a deadlock grip.

“Don’t be so tense, Y/N,” he told her, sighing softly to himself. How had he gotten such an emotional daughter? Whereas he was calm most of the time.

She gritted her teeth and let her fingers slip from the wooden sword. It fell from her fingers and clattered loudly, a group of birds outside flew off from their perch on a tree. She turned to her father, her teeth still clenched as she stared at him.

“Is this better?” she asked of him, tired of being pushed around.

“No, you’d be sliced in a moments notice with no way to defend yourself,” he told her, annoyed with her attitude. She was the one to ask for help, who asked to be pushed to her limits. He was tired of all of this, but the Prince’s coronation was nearing and her stress was rising more so than ever.

“Sorry,” she muttered under her breath as her father stood to his feet.

Daichi made his way to his daughter, putting a hand on her shoulder and sitting her on the floor where he sat behind her, braiding her hair back to relax her. She loved the gentle caresses he would give her, ones that reminded her of a mother’s touch although she was long gone. A lonely child and lonely father left together in a dojo to figure out life for the worse or the better.

“Thank you,” she whispered, when he had finished, handing him a tie to finish the braid off. He smiled, patting her head kindly and standing.

“It’s probably best for you to get dressed before the boys come. Taeyong will be here too,” he told her with a small smile, wary for his daughter. He knew of her feelings for the young boy but they also knew that she had been given to the Emperor’s son already. There was no free pass with the Emperor.

She smiled back, the same way as he, “Okay,” she whispered.

Y/N climbed the stairs in the small hallway from the dojo to their home on top. She made her way to the showers and cleaned herself off. Then went to her bedroom where she fitted herself into a nice kimono, splashing some color onto her cheeks for the boys.

Only Taeyong knew of Y/N unlady like demeanor under the nice clothes and makeup, the rest of the village barely thought of her more than property.

She sighed, twirling a strand of hair behind her ear before pulling her braid over her shoulder and setting a small flower clip where it was tied. She awkwardly smiled at her reflection, not recognizing the woman behind the mirror before standing to her feet.

She made her way down the stairs, hearing the loud sounds of teenage boys before their practice. She stepped out of the shadows and smiled at the boys whom all cheered loudly when she entered. Master Yoshida’s loud noise of disapproval made them all silence though, returning to their individual conversations.

Y/N walked over to Taeyong who was drinking a cup of water, smiling widely that he returned.

“Hello, Y/N. How are you?” he asked, bowing making her laugh.

“Stop that. You’re embarrassing,” she whispered to him, giggling behind her hand.

Taeyong smiled devilishly up at her, looking at her between his thick eyelashes that made her swoon slightly.

The other boys in the room stared at them in jealousy and admiration. They had barely been able to make her blink their way, less than swoon.

The crack of a wooden sword hit the ground made all of their heads snap besides the two lovers, who were used to Yoshida’s quick strikes to get the teenagers attention.

“Time for class,” Yoshida smiled.

The boys turned terrified at the look he gave them and quickly got into their positions, someone ended up dragging Taeyong with them. Y/N laughed at the sight of the scrambling boys, before picking up a basket and heading out. Waving goodbye to her boys.

In town, Y/N went stall to stall to pick up food for herself and the boys. They had worked hard for a while and deserved a treat after their class. She smiled to herself as she picked up a vine of grapes. She thought them over while a couple stood next to her, chatting loudly.

“Have you heard about Yoshida’s kid? Apparently she’s leaving soon to meet Prince Nakamoto Yuta,” the tall, skinny woman whispered to her short, plump friend. She snickered behind her hand. “Y’know I’ve heard he’s a real piece of work, nothing like any prince you and I have heard of.”

“Really? That’s too bad, she’s a sweet kid,” the other woman replied, picking up a fish for herself.

“A sweet kid? That kid’s never been anything but bratty to me!”

“That’s because you’re pretty rude yourself, Mina,” the woman replied with a hiss.

“That doesn’t give her any right to be rude to me! She needs to respect her elders before she gets herself dead, Hara,” Mina told her friend with exasperation, holding her hands up.

Y/N removed herself from the stall, pushing past the two women, making sure to bump shoulders with Mina. “Excuse me,” she seethed, walking with confidence back down the road, finished with her shopping.

“Good job, Mina,” Hara laughed behind the young woman.


Nakamoto Yuta awoke from a deep sleep by his brother jumping around on his bed, chanting “Yuta! Yuta! Yuta!”

“What?!” he groaned, turning on his side but Gin continued to jump around, especially close to his face. “What?! What is it?” he shouted, sitting up from his position and smacking Gin down onto the bed.

“Father is wanting to have breakfast with us all,” Gin panted, before jumping off the bed and down the hallway with a cheer.

Yuta groaned, thinking about having breakfast with his father and his twelve other siblings. He was seventh in line to the throne, Gin was the youngest at thirteenth in line. He didn’t seem to mind much, thinking about playing around with the ducks in the pond and trying to annoy Yuta to no end.

He stood from his bed and dressed before making his way down to the dining hall where his brothers sat around the table from oldest to youngest around their mother and father and mother. Yuta’s mother sat next to Gin while his father’s other wife sat next to the oldest. He took his seat between Akihiro and Hisao. He liked his brother’s for the most part but with twelve brother’s it was always hard to get close.

Gin was the easiest because he forced himself into hanging out with his brother. Although Yuta had things he needed to do, such as practice his sword, scout through town, go on missions he always had time for Gin.

“Yuta,” his father called and he quickly looked up to his father, setting his chopsticks down to listen to what he had to say. “Your coronation is soon, are you ready?”

“Yes, father. I’m excited and prepared for adulthood,” he told his father with a small smile.

“Good, I expect that you are prepared to go into adulthood as well as marry soon. We discussed at your fifth birthday that yourself and Yoshida Y/N would marry close to your coronation. Would you like her to come soon so you can get to know her?”

“Yes, father, I would very much like to, although I feel like I know her already,” Yuta replied. He did feel close to the young Yoshida, they had never met but stories he had heard of the fair woman were enough. Sometimes, when he was tired he would write her letters to help him fall asleep. All of them kept safely away in a desk drawer and hidden in a secret section of it.

He smiled to himself as his father nodded and started to speak to his other sons and wives, the group sitting for two hours before dispersing.

“Yuta-nii, are you really ready? I’d be so scared to meet my fiance,” Gin shouted, hanging onto Yuta’s arm as he walked.

“I think I am. Yoshida Y/N is the daughter of a high ranking Samurai, and even though I haven’t met her there are lots of stories about her around and I feel like I already know her.”

“What is she like?” Gin asked his brother.

“I’ve heard she’s the kindest girl in her district. She has a big heart and couldn’t hurt a fly!”

“Wow! I wonder what my wife will be like,” Gin wondered aloud.

“She’ll probably be as loud and annoying as you,” Yuta told him making Gin gasp loudly.

“How could you say that about, Hime-sama?” Gin shouted, shocked his brother could speak so vily about a woman he had no clue of.

Yuta smirked at his brother and shook him off his arm, “I can say anything I want!” he shouted, dashing down the hallway to hide from his younger brother who took off right after him.

“No you can’t! I’ll tell father!” Gin screamed, chasing after him.


Taeyong had been missing for the past week. No one was sure where he had gone, his family was worried sick and Y/N was terrified something had happened. Taeyong was a smart kid but not always the best. He got into trouble easily, whether it was his fault or not. He had that look.

A man appeared one morning, with a black outfit on and a hat to hide his face. Yoshida took an envelope from the man before he left quickly, without anyone seeing him. Yoshida turned back inside, the royal seal on the envelope, showing its importance.

Y/N noticed his worried looks and quickly stood to her feet from the dining table.

“What is it?”

“It’s from the Emperor,” he muttered, his voice cracking. They still had another month until Y/N was to depart to meet Prince Nakamoto Yuta. He worried something had happened at the capitol and she would be wanted immediately, with barely a goodbye.

Carefully, Yoshida broke the seal and took his seat back at the table.

My Dear Friend, Yoshida,

I usually do not carry out such formal letters of this degree but since you are a close friend, I would like to inform you of the death of your student Lee Taeyong. I cannot spare you any details, but please do not grieve for long.

I am excited to see you soon, please stay for some time with your daughter before the marriage so we may catch up. I will pay for the inconvenience since you do have a business to run.

Have a fair night,

Emperor Ninko

A tear slipped from Yoshida’s eyes and Y/N looked at him in concern.

“Father, what is it?” she asked softly, taking his hand resting on the table between hers.

“Taeyong… I’m so sorry,” he whispered, gripping her now slackened hands. Her face fell and she couldn’t believe what he was saying to her.

“What? What happened to him?!” she asked quickly, frantically.

“He’s been given capital punishment,” he told her, looking down so he wouldn’t have to look at that distraught look in her eye.

“Why? For what? He couldn’t have done anything so terrible that he would be… he would be… hung!” she cried, gripping her father’s hand tightly as she leaned over the table and cried.

He moved from one side to the other so he could hold her close, and let her grieve for their lost friend.


The news had spread through the castle faster than wildfire. First from the servants to the lower noble class and up to the Seventh Prince of Ninko.

“I heard that a young man named Lee Taeyong tried to sneak into the castle because of a lost love and was killed by a guard right before he could make it to his destination!” Yuta’s servant, Ara, exclaimed as he fitted the prince in his day clothes.

“Really? Do you know of where he was trying to go?” Yuta asked curiously, putting his arms up as the shirt went over his head.

Ara looked round the room before turning back to his master, “Here, sire. Apparently your fiance is in love with him and he wanted to try and win your favor and make you give up your marriage.”

Yuta looked at him stunned. “Here? Well, frightening me in between sleep would not make me want to give her up, it would just make me want to kill him.”

“Well, it’s too bad. Now when your fiance comes she will be disheartened rather than delighted to meet you.”

Yuta took a moment to think of this, and grew saddened at the thought that maybe his future wife would not feel the same way about him. She had more of a life than he had, most likely. This Taeyong must have truly loved her to die for her.


A few weeks later, the boys had rarely seen Y/N besides her passing every once in awhile to shop. She rarely made eye contact with them and would hurriedly run up the stairs. Although, she seemed to have grown kinder in some way, leaving them lunch afterwards for them to eat.

She practiced harder, the other boys learned of her training when they ran into her in the back training. She was good too. They were all so stunned they hadn’t realised she had turned to them with a scowl on her face. When they noticed, they scrambled away quickly.

During one of Yoshida’s classes, a loud knock made it’s appearance on the dojo door. Yoshida quieted the boys and made his way to the door. The boys stared, unable to see the mysterious person behind but when Yoshida bowed they knew he was important. They slowly crept to where they could see the Prince Nakamoto Yuta at their door.

“There’s no need to bow,” Yuta told the man nervously, scratching his neck.

“You’re royalty, your Highness. It’s only proper,” Yoshida told him, standing up straight.

“You are a friend of my Father’s. There is no need to worry about such trivial things,” Yuta told him with a small smile.

“May I ask what you’re doing here, sire?” Yoshida asked, stepping back to allow him and his servant inside. He looked at his students and quickly shooed them, telling them to go outside and practice.

“Sensei, Y/N is out there,” one of the students whispered to him, Yuta picked up on his words but didn’t show his excitement.

“Tell her to get dressed, we have special company,” Yoshida told him. The boy nodded and they all ran outside. “Would you like some tea?” Yoshida asked the Prince.

“No thank you,” he passed.

“And yourself?” Yoshida asked his servant whom looked surprised he spared him a look.

“Oh, um, yes please,” he muttered, happy to have something warm after their long journey. Yoshida smiled kindly and brought a teapot and three drinks, winking at Yuta.

“I could tell you were just being polite,” he smiled. The door behind Yoshida opened and Yuta caught a glance of his fiance dashing up the stairs. She was truly as beautiful as he had imagined. “So, what have you come for? I hope it’s not too steal my daughter from me so early, we still have about a week,” he told the young Prince as he handed him a cup.

Yuta nodded, “Yes, I know. I came because I heard of what happened to her close friend. I wanted to give my condolences in person. I hope I can be of some help here,” he told the man whose eyes warmed slightly at the man.

“Well, thank you very much, your Highness. This means very much to me and will to my daughter, even if it doesn’t seem like it at first. I’m happy you came, maybe you would even like to join my boys in one of their lessons,” Yoshida smiled, taking a sip from his tea.

“I would love to,” Yuta replied, nodding his head.

The three sat at the table for a few moments in silence until Y/N appeared downstairs with a beautiful black and white kimono on, her hair twisted up and makeup more so than usual on her cheeks and eyes.

She began to bow but Yuta was quick to stop her, “Please, don’t bow,” he asked of her.

She raised an eyebrow and nodded, “Okay.”

They stood in front of one another awkwardly. “Would you like to go on a walk?” Yuta asked after a few minutes quickly, nervous to be in front of his future wife for the first time.

“I don’t see the problem with that,” she told him.

He smiled, holding an arm out for her and led her out of the dojo.

Y/N led him out of the dojo and into the woods that surrounded the place. She felt awkward and uncomfortable with him there, even if he were being somewhat kind. She had always heard of him as different from everyone else but she didn’t realize that different was in a good light. Everyone had assumed he was a destructive, rude, terrible teen that abused his crown but it seemed he was just gentle and kind and sometimes a bit too snarky.

She smiled softly to herself and he smiled at the sight of her smiling. Yuta looked away with his smile still on his lips. She rolled her eyes, taking him to a lake where she sat with no concern to her kimono.

It seemed he had gotten her all wrong as well. She was much less ladylike and rather manly. Her words were curt and unappealing, she had no regard of her appearance besides when necessary and if she had been outside before hand what could she have been doing?

“Are you going to sit or just stand there?” she asked him, not turning to look back at him.

He flushed red before sitting next to her, watching her skip stones across the water.

“So, why are you here? We shouldn’t have met until next week,” she told him skeptically, throwing one rock exceptionally hard.

“Oh, um, I heard about your friend…” he replied awkwardly, notcing that she stopped her skipping.

“And?”

“I wanted to give you my condolences, I know what he meant to you,” he whispered, taking her hand in his.

“What? Are you going to have me killed like him?” she asked with a hiss, ripping her hand out of his.

“I’m not that kind of person,” he replied with a hiss right back.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” she rolled her eyes.

Yuta sighed loudly, “Listen, princess, I came out here to show that I actually care about your feelings rather than some other husband you could have who would have killed both you and him for having an affair outside of your arranged marriage.”

“We didn’t have an affair of any kind!” she exclaimed.

“It’s what it looks like to the public, or at least the public of servants in the castle,” he told her, making her eyebrows raise.

“What? What did he do? Why is… Why did he… leave me?” she asked softly, her eyes starting to brim with tears.

“Rumor has it that Lee Taeyong snuck into the castle to ask me to give you up but was killed by a guard before he could,” he told her softly in case anyone was around, although the town had no clue the prince was even in their small town.

She gasped, cupping her hands around her mouth to hold in her sobs. “Gods, why?” she repeated over and over as Yuta moved her over into his side and held her close to him.


Yuta stayed the week, the two becoming friends in the short amount of time they had known each other. There were no romantic feelings (for Y/N at least) for the time and they got along nicely. Much to the happiness of Daichi who had worried since she was three of the arranged marriage. Terrified that she would forever hate him giving her up.

Yuta travelled with them back to the castle where they were greeted famously, a small greeting from the twelve boys and the Emperor’s wives. They took the three to the dining room where the Emperor would join them for dinner any moment.

When he entered, they all stood, bowing to their leader before sitting when he did. The Emperor was happy to see his son getting along with his fiance and clinked his glass to get their attention.

“I would just like to say how happy I am to see my son so happy with the woman who was picked for him when he was five. So, I would like to announce that the wedding will take place in three months!” he cheered, holding his glass up. The room cheered with him except for Yoshida, Y/N and Yuta who were all stunned at the announcement.


Y/N stood in the royal gardens, crying besides the peonies that reminded her of Taeyong. She forgot she was to marry Yuta, he had become a friend but not a commitment. A person to take her mind off all the things happening but he was at the center of it all.

Yuta exited the maze and found her after an hour of looking. The sun was bound to set any minute and she was here, lost in the maze. He sighed, sitting beside her.

A few moments passed until he spoke, “Listen, Y/N, I’ll make a deal with you,” he told her, sparing her a look quickly looking away when she glanced at him. “Up until the wedding I’ll try to get you to love me, but if you don’t you don’t have to marry me. I’ll work it out with my father if it comes to that, but I hope it doesn’t. Just… give me a chance,” he asked of her.

She thought about his proposition for a good while, making him nervous and antsy. She nodded softly holding her shaking hand out to him. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he replied back. The game on.


Yuta tried his best to win Y/N over. She enjoyed his company and loved his attitude that wasn’t a spoiled rotten kid, but it wasn’t enough to have her stay.

He often took her riding into the woods. One fine day, he strapped swords to his horse and a bag full of stones on the other side, he raced across the courtyard where she sat in front of the garden. She was surprised to see Yuta on a horse and hadn’t realized he had pulled her up with him onto the horse. The two made their way into the woods and to a clearing with a lake.

“Like the one at your home,” he smirked, hopping off the horse, waiting for her too.

When she hadn’t moved, he turned back to her, seeing her stare idly at the ground. Her fingers itched around the hem of her dress in nervousness. He smiled at the sight.

“Are you scared?” he asked her with a smirk.

“N-No,  I just… don’t want to flash you. It would be indecent,” she told him, holding her head high.

“And at what time have you been decent?” he asked her, raising an eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes, holding her arms out, “Please, just help me down,” she asked of him. He nodded walking over to her. She set her hands on his shoulders and he helped her slip off the horse. “Good, thank you,” she said, nodding her head and made her way to the lake.

Yuta smirked, running up behind her and lifting her skirt. “Looks like you flashed me anyways!” he laughed, making her turn bright red. “Now! Teach me how to skip a stone!” he asked her, holding up a bag of rocks, all different shapes and sizes.

She took them from his hand and rifled through them laughing slightly. “Well, first we’re going to sort through these and only have the flat ones.”

“What? Why? Then we’ll only have a few,” Yuta asked in confusion as she dumped the bag of rocks onto the ground and threw all the thick and awkward ones out, leaving only smooth, flat ones for them to use.

“If you use awkward or big ones they’ll just sink, they need to be able to slid against the surface and jump off it,” she explained, before skipping one across the lake.

Yuta nodded following her lead, throwing the rock into the water. Y/N started as the rock sunk immediately.

“You have to flick your wrist, like…” she stood behind him, “this.” She helped him flick his wrist from behind, the rock skipping two times before sinking. He cheered excitedly, taking her into his arms and swinging her around.

“Okay, okay, Yuta. Put me down. Put me down!” she shouted, in annoyance until he set her back down on the ground.

“Let’s go again!” he cheered, taking a rock and skipping it a few times across the water.


Three Months Later

“The wedding is tomorrow,” Yuta told her as they sat in front of the lake where she had first taught him to skip stones. Where they rode their horses and watched the sunset. Where Yuta really felt his heart going out to her.

Y/N looked up from her lap, wringing out her fingers, “I know,” she whispered.

“Have you decided?” he asked her softly. “I need to tell my father soon.”

“I know and… I have,” she whispered. He could hear it in her voice, the saddness, the distraught. He knew her answer even before she barely whispered it into the crisp weather. She started to talk about all the good times but he couldn’t get passed the thought that he’d never see her walk down the aisle to him. He would never wake up to her beside her. He would never have children with her and wither away with her. He’d have to stand for some annoying brat now.

“I can’t marry you,” was all that passed into his ears.


The main hall had turned into a wedding in the matter of three days. Yuta was prepared for marriage but the wife he had planned to have would not arrive at this moment. A woman by the name of Osao Nara was to marry him. A woman that was Japanese but her family had moved to Europe and returned to Japan not too long ago.

She was a thin, small thing. Pale and slightly awkward when she smiled. She liked power and already walked around the castle as if she owned it. Yuta wasn’t sure if she knew that they were seventh in line for the throne.

He sighed and walked into Nina’s room, forgetting to knock. The wedding was that day and the shrill screams from Nina was all that fazed him when he realized his mistake of invading. The young woman had been in a foreign dress, none like he had ever seen. It was white and sparkly and he hated it was on Nina rather than his one true love.

“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride in her dress, much less the day of the wedding!” Nina screeched, slamming the door shut with ferocity.

“No, I’ve never heard that,” Yuta replied behind the door. Nina yelled in frustration, she wasn’t too keen to marry Yuta either. He was sarcastic and rude and had no respect for her. She barely saw him as her husband, she just wanted more power than she already had as a Duchess.

Yuta left the door and while walking around the castle was escorted off to get ready for the ceremony.


The ceremony started with Yuta at the front of the room, the people in the middle and the bride to be outside the doors. Music flooded the room and a young woman entered the room. A veil covering her face with the white head decoration holding it up. He could barely pull up a smile at the sight of Nara walking forward.

He liked the dress she wore then. She must not have wanted the bad luck to follow her because she now wore a formal Japanese dress as she made her way to him.

They sat before the priest, awaiting the first cup of sake as he purified the shrine they sat before and called the kami’s attention.

Yuta first took three sips, passing it to his bride who sipped it conspicuously. Nara was then given a cup, slightly bigger than the first and drank three times before giving it to her groom. The priest repeated his first action in a bigger cup and they finished the small san-ku-do ceremony.

They are then ushered to the altar where Yuta reads his quick written vows to her.

“We have not known each other long but thanks to Matsuoka Ji we can marry and find a love that would have never been found elsewhere.”

She listened, the tone of his voice dry and that love he spoke of was unheard of in the wavers of his voice.

The priest then offered evergreen to the altar, reflecting his gratitude to the spirits. The bride and groom following with their own objects. Yuta placed a folded piece of paper on the altar. Nara followed with a stone. Flat and thin that made Yuta look to her in confusion. He could barely make out the smirk underneath her veil. Family representatives followed after them with offerings while Yuta stared in confusion at the young woman before him. He wasn’t so sure it was Nara anymore.

The priest brought out the rings that had been presented and asked of Nara if she would unveil with help from her groom. She leaned her head forward and Yuta shakily lifted the veil in which to reveal Y/N instead.

He smiled from ear to ear at the sight of her and the whole room gasped.

“M-Master Yuta, this is not Nara. Would you like us to stop the proceedings?” the priest asked him.

“No, please continue,” he grinned, the whole room feeling his happiness. His father smiled, thankful the young woman returned to his son and let the wedding proceed, even as the priest stared at him in confusion.

Izanagi and Izanami were called upon in the final prayers before the reception was called upon.


“I thought you didn’t love me,” Yuta whispered to his wife as they stood at the reception smiling as people congratulated, even if they were slightly confused.

“I didn’t think I did, but as I left the city I realized that I couldn’t leave you,” she told him, looking up at him with a large smile. He smiled back, the two in love and married.

A tear slipped from Yuta’s eyes, holding her hand tightly in between his, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she told him, wiping the tear from his face.


© 2017 tenpioca  

LISTEN UP MOFOS I NEED YOUR HELP

OKAY PPL I’M SURE MANY OF YOU KNOW WHO IRONJOKER IS.

well bullshit has been happening.

I was informed from my friends that he had been harassing a minor on Tumblr, saying that love has no limits and shit.
All i can say is

BITCH YOU’RE ACTING LIKE A PEDOPHILE CAN YOU STOP AND JUST RESPECT A PERSON’S WISHES TO NOT FUCKING GET IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU.

RELATIONSHIPS ARE MADE NOT FORCED.

love has no limits?

Tell that to the judge in the court . _ .


You also called a LGBT supporting post a “LGBT propaganda”

Bitch don’t you fucking call it propaganda

this shit is real and people are getting harassed for being a LGBT.

how would you feel, if you were the LGBT, and getting harassed when you can’t change yourself because that’s who you are?

You won’t feel good, will you?


You insulted so many people, you brought drama into the Discord chat when we are trying to calm you down and talk things out.


but being the stubborn person you are, you don’t stop.


Can you stop being selfish and just think of the other people in the Discord chat.


If you’re going to talk abt personal issues, BRING IT INTO FUCKING PRIVATE MESSAGE AND DON’T AFFECT THE ENTIRE MOTHERFUCKING SERVER.


Also, @kiacii didn’t do anything wrong. You fucking thought she insulted you. It’s an accident that she forgot to mention you.
And you made it into a fucking drama. 
Bitch we were pissed at you because you are blaming her for an ACCIDENT.

SHE’S HUMAN, PEOPLE FORGET THINGS.

WHAT DO YOU THINK SHE IS? A ROBOT?


You said love has no limits?
What about the time when you said LGBT issues are propaganda?
No limits my ass.
If you’re not a LGBT supporter block the fucking tag and ignore posts about it instead of saying shit when you reblog it.

This isn’t a love story like ROMEO AND JULIETT

AGE CONSENTS MATTER TO MINIMIZE ABUSE BECAUSE BELOW 16 IS MOSTLY A NAIVE AGE WHERE MANY DON’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE PROBLEMS.


THE GIRL YOU HARASSED SAID SHE DISLIKED YOU HITTING ON HER.

HAVE YOU THOUGHT OF HOW SHE FELT?

I FIND PEDOPHILES AND RAPISTS SELFISH BECAUSE THEY DON’T THINK OF HOW THEIR ACTIONS WOULD AFFECT THE OTHER PARTY

ARE YOU TRYING TO SCAR THAT GIRL FOR LIFE?!

YOU’RE NOT A SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE. NO ONE IS.

CAN YOU JUST CHANGE YOU’VE JUST BEEN GOING FROM BAD TO WORSE.


YOU WERE BEING POSSESSIVE OF THU (@mikaru-blackspade), CAUSING DRAMA BETWEEN ME, HER AND VY (@tsunesama), WHO HAVE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR A LONG TIME.


YOU MADE MILOSH (@guyvermaster) UPSET, EVEN WHEN HE CARED FOR YOU.


YOU EVEN MADE ZART (@z-artblog) DEPRESSED BACK WHEN YOU AND THU BROKE UP.


WHEN ALL SHE WANTED TO DO WAS TO CALM YOU GUYS.


I DON’T GET HOW ZART IS A SUPPORTER OF YOU RIGHT NOW.


Also Zart, we are not being haters. We are trying to help CHANGE him, and I’m afraid it has to be in a harsh manner since nice reminders are falling on deaf ears.


Also, Manuel, we all know you are the one who sent those asks to @kiacii.

Do you seriously play us for a fool?

if you’re going to send death threats to Kiacii, turn off anon and tell that to her face.

Why are you hiding behind an anon mask? Aren’t you supposed to be IRONJOKER? STUBBORN AND CONFIDENT?

Then why are you not confident to send a hate ask to kiacii if you are going to do so in public?

Have you ever questioned yourself what have you done that caused Kiacii to be like this?


I NEED THOSE WHO WERE VICTIMS OR WITNESSES TO HELP ME CHANGE IRONJOKER FOR THE BETTER.

IF HE’S NOT GOING TO IMPROVE, I HAVE NO WORDS AND NO MANNERS TO HELP HIM ANYMORE.

Manuel, stop playing the victim card. We are trying to help you.

If you are not willing to accept our help, I suggest for you to go seek professional help before coming back on the internet.

You said you’re iron, yet you fall easily.


I’m disappointed in you, Manuel.

After all these chances we gave…

@gorillayez @hieroglyphiics @kiacii @tsunesama @gorillbaez @mcmania332

Avatarstuck headcanons

John in this au would be the Avatar, he still has his sock hood, but alas, he is now, bald. John’s dad would be more of a monk that raised him, much like Monk Gyatso was to Aang. Before him, The Handmaid was the avatar.


Jane is a bender, she was raised alongside John, but wasn’t mentored as much given her not being the Avatar. Still, she’s a powerful as fuck bender. Jane really loves to back Air Nomad Fruit Pies. She and John sometimes just throws them at the monks. 

Rose is from the Southern Water Tribe and is a bit of a parallel to Katara, besides Roxy. Of course, in the AU, Rose is still dating Kanaya, who she met back when they were both learning heal with water.


Roxy would be Rose’s sister, she’s the only other bender in the tribe, she can be a parallel to Sokka, also she’s just as funny, but just like Sokka there’s a lot more to her than that. Roxy takes it upon herself to get food for the hungry villagers. 


Dave, is very skilled with rad swords, both the Striders are. Of course, he’s from the Fire Nation, and a guard for the royal family. He would have been a member of it if he actually wanted the responsibility, but he’d rather just be “the Dave of guy”.


Dirk is the prince of the Fire Nation. The reason Dave is not is because he didn’t want the job, but Dirk still wanted him around, so he pretty much made up a position for him to keep him in the house. Dirk isn’t a fan of being a prince either but he thinks it’s something he’s supossed to do. 


Jade is from the Earth kingdom but lives alone with Jake on an island on the outskirts of the kingdom. Jade pretty much taught herself, and is still somehow able to be pretty OP with her bending. The island they live in is related with the spirit world


Jake lives with Jade on the island, though Jade taught herself, he was following her, this doesn’t make him any weaker at all though. Jake loves to venture around the island to look for weird animals/spirits (”Monsters”) Also his lack of actual pants is still a thing.


Aradia is from the Fire Nation. She’s very much into the morbid, and is interested in the lore of the Spirit World and bending as a whole. She claims to have been to the Spirit World but almost no one really believes her.


Tavros is from the Air Nomads, he never fully shaved his head because it would honestly be a pity to do away with that head of hair. Tavros’ wheelchair is also a glider, kind of like the one Teo has, but different in design because i tried to draw Teo’s and couldn’t. Tavros believes Aradia’s stories of the spirit world, spirits to him in the AU are close to what faries are to him in the canon timeline.


Sollux is from the Fire Nation. Sollux’s type of firebending is a unique case, he can bend lightning, and of course, the color of his lightning is red and blue. He still raises bees. fire bees. bees that… are…on fire I guess. I-I don’t know I’m tired. 


Kakrat is from the Northern Water Tribe, he’s a weak bender, he can barely bend much at all most of the time. But, once in a full moon, he is more than able to bloodbend. Bloodbending may be immoral to some, but Karkat finds it to be a means of survival at least. He hangs around a lot with Kanaya.


Nepeta is from the Earth Kingdom. She lives in a cave outside of Omashu, with her giant pet cat with two mouths (Pounce of course). She goes into the city every now and then and sometimes but usually gets her food through hunting. She loves to do art on the cave walls and will use bending for art.


Kanaya is from the Southern Water Tribe. As a sylph in the canon universe, in the au it only makes sense for her to be a healer. Water heals, and she is a very skilled healer. She can still slice someone in half with her waterbending though.


Terezi lives in Omashu, Nepeta would viset her sometimes and role play. Terezi was blinded by Vriska, a fire right in the eyes. She sees the same way Toph does, but has an extra edge in that she can still smell colors, because, it’s Terezi, how can she not? She’s interested in the extinct fire nation animal, the dragon.

Vriska is high ranking in the Fire Nation, and she bends with burning blue fire, she can be a huge parallel to Azula. Vriska’s eye and arm were lost to Terezi thanks to a huge rock hitting her, and her almost bleeding out if not for help from Equius. She mocks Tavros for believing Aradia’s stories, they’re “Fakey fake fakes”


Equius is from the Earth Kingdom, and hangs out a lot with Nepeta a lot when he can. But he works for the Water Tribe under HIC, who is a correlation to Ozai. He makes things for them, like the Mechanist (Teo’s dad) did, but he isn’t limited to just that. He also made Tavos’ wheelchair glider. He’s originally from Ba Sing Se.


Gamzee is an Air Nomad but he never really shaved his head because he’s an edgy piece of shit. He doesn’t quite go along with the beliefs of the rest of the nomads and has his own theory about “mirthful messiahs”. He also enjoys the Air Nomad Fruit Pies, but everyone is pretty sure he put something else in there.


Eridan is from the Northern Water Tribe and considered to be practically a prince, but not quite. Eridan considers the other 3 nations to be lesser than the Water Tribe (even the swampbenders) and given that they’re at a time of war, he considers wiping them out. He’s somehow a hipster even way back them before that was even a thing.


Feferi is the princess and heiress of the Northern Water Tribe. Like Yue, Feferi’s life was saved as a baby by the Moon Spirit, or, Koi Fish. Because of this she really doesn love fish a lot. Feferi, like Yue, is in an arranged wedding, (With Eridan in this case) though she doesn’t want to marry. 


Feel free to debate me on these because id like to talk about it. Thanks for indulging my shitty au headcanons

Where would you be without me? (Simon D x Reader)

Requested by anon and @mariamahashi9. It’s two requests together cause I thought they fitted perfectly with each other. Enjoy!

Originally posted by sukiiieee

You were always a strong woman, you got on your own two feet and you were not afraid to face the world head on. When Kiseok met you you had just started giving love a chance, you were so focused on your career and making a name for yourself that your love life had taken a back seat. You hadn’t realised how lonely you were until you met him.

He broke every barrier down, you showed each other every scar- mental and physical- your love was strong and you could see in each others eyes the adoration and care you had for one another. So when the relationship went to the public you thought nothing of it, he was too busy and you were too naive to actually consider what can happen.

The hate hits you like a truck. You knew that hate comments would come in but not the extent of them, and especially how dangerous they could get, you even had to get a taser and pepper spray just in case someone really did try to put those comments in action. It scared you and it made you a bit cold towards Kiseok. He didn’t know why or when this change occured, but what he did know was that he did not like it at all.

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“Why did you post the god damn picture?!”

“Cause it was a good one, why are you acting crazy? I had to grind on her and you did not say anything”

“That’s in the past, why don’t you use your brain you claim you have for once?”

You knew that the picture was not a big deal, the comments were. Honey J was a great girl, you’ve met up with her a couple of times, she was also a gorgeous woman and people loved to compare you two, of course they sided with her. It had gotten to the point were you started blaming him, making up stories that he did it on purporse and secretly siding with the public.

“You are acting like a pshycopath! what is wrong with you?”

“and you are acting like an insensitive piece of shit”

“Really? where would you be without me? you were a cold hearted woman before I came in the picture! don’t act all tough when you are the one that said that this is relationship worked because of me!”

“and it will end because of you!”

You started walking away from him, not even bothering to keep the tears back or wipe them away, it just wasn’t worth it anymore, you were tired and this was your cry for help. It was put out the wrong way and it only made things worse but it happened.

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You stayed with Jessi. She took you in and let you cry in her arms all night, she was the reason you met Kiseok so she knew damn well how much you loved it and the pain you went through those months, she was the one you runned to whenever you wanted to complain about the comments. You didn’t listen to her, she told you countless times that you should talk to him and tell him how you feel.

Kiseok had seen a bunch of comments, it made him hate himself. Although most of them were towards you he couldn’t help but blame himself, he let the secret out and now the woman that he loved was suffering. He saw it as betrayal, he promised you that he would do whatever it takes to protect you, now all he could think about was that he was the cause of this.

When he saw you leave it broke him but he also could not help but think that it would benefit you, if you broke up you wouldn’t have to deal with the hate anymore. That’s what kept his feet glued to the ground and his mouth shut, the hope of you finding serenity. After an hour he started acknowledging that what he said has definetel hurt you, you were always ver insecure of your cold heartedness and not showing enough love, he stabbed you at your open wound and that was off limits.

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“Jessi I know she is here, I just want to apologise you can even be there while we talk”

“Fine, come in”

As soon as you heard the knocking on the door you runned for your life to her bedroom, you heard their conversation clearly and you kind of hoped that she would let him in. Wheter you liked it or not you missed him, your heart skipped a bit when you heard that he wanted to apologise. Love could not be forgotten in just one night, that’s just what it was and that’s why you went out of the room before jessi even got to you.

“Give us a minute please, i’ll be fine”

You whispered to her in english. She just nodded with a supportive smile and went to another room, leaving you in each others presnece and silence.

“I’m guessing you are here to set things straight”

“It was not just about the picture right?”

“No, it was what came with it”

You wanted to be honest with him, that’s what your relationship was based on, honesty and you tried to crack it by keeping all your emotions in. Letting it out was the least thing you could do.

“What do you mean?”

“The comments Kiseok, I am a human being and the things they say are frightening. I admit that I was wrong for not facing the truth and talked to you”

“All you had to do was reach out to me, we always talk things out that’s why we are still together. Why were you so scared now?”

“I didn’t want to dissapoint you. I wanted to seem strong to you, I thought that I could do it by myself and that it would go away. I guess I was wrong”

You were always proud of taking care of yourself and not letting things face you. So admitting that things actually got a reaction from you it would hurt your ego, it was embarassing and very egoistic of you but it was the truth.

“Will you come back home?”

“Do you want me to come back home?”

“Of course, we can do this together, if we are honest with each other we can keep going. I love you (y/n) and you love me. Come back home baby”

I just watched the Molly Sherlock scenes in the empty hearse again…. I just…. omg! The flirting! The way he looks at her! Ahhhhhh!!!!

Okay, collecting my thoughts. I’m going to break it down as I see it. Note* this is just my opinion/interpretation of those scenes… I do not pretend to have any clue as to the motivations of the writers or actors during these scenes.

1. Sherlocks welcome back: Sherlock goes to Molly right after he sees John. Why is this significant? Well, Molly knows that he is alive, so she shouldn’t be a high priority on his back from the dead tour, but he goes to her straight after John. (I’m even toying with the idea that he sees her first… see bottom of post for more on this.) we have all seen the gif (I don’t know how to make it or find it or I would add it lol) when they first see each other at Barts in the locker room. The focus is on Molly but you can still see him smile in the reflection of the mirror.

2. When he is waiting for her to come over to ask her to go crime fighting: he is nervous. You can see him mouthing words to himself. (Figuring out how to ask her?) note* at this point I think he already knows about her engagement, I think he knew that from their first meeting.

3. That whole scene when he asks her: like omg! When have you ever seen him be so diplomatic? It reads so much like him attempting to ask her out I’m not surprised she thought he was. And when she finishes his sentence for him, the look he gives her! His eyes! (Okay at this point my nose was literally an inch away from the screen as I watched on slow motion) he looks at her like: well, yes. Obviously.

4. The cheating husband case: “Your not being John your being yourself.” ….. do I really need to say more here? Come on! Okay fine: she is sitting next to him! John always sits opposite him, and the clients sit on the desk chair and get judged. This time the client sits in John’s chair with her husband standing next to her. Sherlock is deliberately creating changes to his routine so not to make Molly feel like she is a substitute.

5. The catfish case. Again, Sherlock seats the clients in another part of the room….. look at his history people! Every case, he always sits them in the same spot. Except for when he is with molly… not only that but look at his face as he holds the client’s hand… also he holds the client’s mother flipping hand!!!! Could you get more out of character??? This case is a 2 at best, but he looks so much like he cares. Why would he do that? Why would he waste time talking to the client, she is obviously upset and irrational.. traits that Sherlock detests, and yet there he is. “And you really thought he was the one didn’t you…. the love of your life.” *looks straight over to molly* Even as he explains the truth to Molly he does it quietly, with caring in his voice. Rather then his usual MO of just blurting it out… (also notice that all these cases are around lovers, cheating or not being what they say they are…. like maybe he wants her to think about her relationship…) and then he serves up the clients dad. Which again is out of character, he wouldn’t care.

6. The case with lestrade: he is totally showing off for her! Okay head cannon, John talking to him? That’s his own self doubt sneaking in. Eg. M: “Your on to something aren’t you?” S: “maybe.” John’s voice: show off… he is actually showing off then lestrade asks him about Molly and he says he is giving it a go. He says that because it’s not his choice if this continues, it’s hers. When lestrade asked him about John he answers diplomatically and walks over to stand near Molly. *Note: the ongoing proximity thing he continues to stay by her side the whole day. So then she goes over to the body and he heads straight over next to her again, she notices he proximity and steps back apologising. He reassures her and John tells him he is jealous. Jealous of what I ask you? How does that work any other way? He is jealous because she steps away, because she is with someone else. That’s why he’s jealous. When he picks up the manifesto he blows the dust off away from Molly, just another little thing I noticed that shows he cares. He also shows it to her first before lestrade. When she tells him it’s impossible, he leans in and says “welcome to my world” the intensity in his eyes is just fantastic! Then John calls him a smart arse. This is because Sherlock is trying to get Molly excited by the work, like he did with John. Because having her around solving case with him is the closest thing he can get to being with her. Then John tells him he forgot to put his collar up, he forgot to look cool so she would want him…. when he accidentally calls her John, well he’s done that before. Plus he has John in his head at the time. (I don’t really have anything for this if anyone else wants to add in their own head cannon I would love to hear it)

7. The train case: so much flirting, I’m just going to repeat that SO MUCH WITH THE FLIRTING! He spends the whole time paying more attention to Molly than he does the case, eg. The girlfriend joke. Someone posted on here once that they were surprised that Sherlock didn’t pick up on the missing car straight away. This is because he’s not looking at the footage, he’s looking at her…… I watched like 6 times. (I know I’m totally obsessed!) but he really does, you can actually see him looking at her not the tape.

8. When he comes out of his mind palace: he talks about maps, but as he goes past Molly he changes the subject and asks her out…. yes he was asking her out, it’s Sherlock…. he is the master of subtly….. this is the moment where he sees if he has managed to sway her…… this whole day, the cases he chose, the showing off. All of it was to show her that he was better than the man who gave her that ring. So he makes his final play and asks her out…. but it doesn’t go well does it. She calls him out on the day. Molly Hooper is not an idiot. She knows what he is doing and she asks him point blank about it. He knows he lost the game so he does one more very unsherlock type thing…. he tells the truth. “The one person he thought didn’t matter at all to me, was the one person who mattered the most.” He never breaks eye contact here. And then, he lets her go….. his face when she starts to talk about Tom, that wistful smile! Be still my beating heart! He tells her he is happy for her, that he wants her to be happy. He didn’t even do that for John with Mary! But lets just take a look at that for a second shall we…… it’s established that Sherlock hates change. He has always found fault with every relationship around him, John’s girlfriends, Molly’s boyfriends. Even mrs Hudson’s relationships are not off limits. When he met Mary he deduced her and found her acceptable. But he has never met Tom. He would never let his friend date someone without judging them first. But he lets her, because he doesn’t think he deserves her. And then oh my goodness the kiss, right up until his lips hit her cheek you cannot be sure he isn’t going to kiss her properly. His face is completely open and without manipulation, he never breaks eye contact. How could anyone see that moment and not realise he loves her? How?


Okay back to my head cannon that he goes to Molly before John. First of all, his nose is fine, if he went straight after John it would have at least been red… but it wasn’t, and then there’s the cut on his lip, the obvious cut on his lip…. also missing.and then there’s the lighting. We know that it was late at night when he saw John but it was bright at the hospital. You can see the light coming in from the windows hitting the lockers. But when he goes to see lestrade it’s dark again. Therefore he goes to see Molly first.


Ok so that is my head cannon break down of Molly and Sherlock in TEH let me know what you think! Do you agree, disagree? Have anything to add? Did I get anything wrong?

Remember: Josh Dun fanfic

A/N: Just a reminder that I’ve gotten all of your requests, it’s just a matter of finding the time to write and post them. But don’t worry, I promise I’ll get to them soon! Love you guys! xoxo

Anonymous said:
Hey! May I request a Josh Dun imagine? Maybe like where the reader gets drunk and they come home to Josh and the reader’s all like “kiss me” and Josh does but he stops her before they do anything else bc Josh wouldn’t take advantage of the reader and it’s all cute and shiz lol. Love your writing! :) <3

*gender neutral

Bright lights, fancy awards, elegant attire, loud applause, crisp champagne, a crowd full of people, and your two best friends, it was a night like no other. Ever since Tyler and Josh’s new album hit the top of the charts, they had been busy as hell. Whether award shows, parties, interviews, concerts, touring, music video filming, or just traveling on the road, they always seemed to be the center of attention. It didn’t surprise you that they had won another award, but you were surprised when they decided to go to the after party. Usually they would bow out, decide to go back to the tour bus, and instead, blast music, eat cereal, and do their own little thing. They were never usually ones for parties. But however, winning an award and just finishing tour, going to a grand scale celebrity party must’ve sounded like the perfect way to celebrate. “Come on, y/n,” Josh insisted. “It’ll be fun. We don’t even have to drink or anything, we can just go there, talk to some people, dance for a little bit, that’s all.”

“Just a couple hours,” Tyler agreed.

“I never said I wasn’t going,” you narrowed your eyes. “I’m just double checking that this is really what you guys want to do.”

“Why? You doubt me and my partying abilities?” Tyler playfully gasped, putting a hand to his chest and acting deeply offended. “Believe me, y/n, I can bust a move like nobody knows.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m just making sure none of you will chicken out on me halfway through the night.”

“Never,” Tyler shook his head. “I’m on top of the world right now, and I don’t think I want to come down anytime soon. How about you, Josh?”

“Huh?” Josh lifted his head from his phone. “I was just scrolling through the group chat. The party starts in a couple minutes. I’d start heading over now.”

“Teenagers and their phones,” Tyler clicked his tongue.

“I’m researching,” Josh laughed. “I have to find the address somehow.”

It wasn’t long before you guys had arrived, and sure enough, it was just as you had imagined it. There was a plethora of people crowding the dance floor where a professional DJ and live band were playing music, a kitchen equipped with a bar tender serving all sorts of drinks and foods ranging anywhere from a five-foot-tall chocolate fountain to gourmet French fries, a longue where people were smoking and snorting who knows what kind of drugs, and of course, the usual pool table in the corner. “They went all out,” you shouted to Josh over the music as Tyler led you both towards the kitchen.

“Typical party,” he shrugged, putting an arm around you as you approached the bar tender. You and Josh were just friends, but you had to admit, you had a tiny crush on him, and when he put his arm around your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel a small tug on your heartstrings. You tried to ignore your stupid feelings and took a seat next to Josh before asking for a drink.

“I’ll have a tequila,” you ordered. Josh eyed you strangely. “What?”

“I don’t know,” he tried acting casual. “I think I’m just going to stick to Red Bull tonight.”

“You should have at least one drink,” you argued, thanking the bar tender with a nod as he handed you a glass and you downed a shot. “Loosen up, celebrate, have some fun.”

“I’m already having fun,” he chuckled, popping open the tab of his can before taking a sip. “As long as I’m with you, I’m enjoying myself.”

“Flirt,” you smirked, trying to ignore the blush in your cheeks and ordering another shot. “You sure you don’t want one?”

“Somebody’s going to have to drive us home, remember?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Tyler already agreed to do that on the ride here,” you pointed out. “Here, I’ll order a margarita and you just have a sip or two.”

“Y/n,” Josh began to protest, but you were already waving at the bar tender to hit you up. You started on your next drink and Josh took a deep breath. “Maybe you should pace yourself a little bit. There’s still a lot of the night to go.”

“I’ll be just fine,” you rolled your eyes. That’s when Josh looked down at his phone. “What’s the matter?”

“Mark Hoppus just got here,” Josh explained. “He wants to congratulate me on the award and some stuff, talk for a little bit, catch up. Is it okay if I leave you here?”

“Yup,” you nodded. “I’m not going anywhere!”

“No more drinks,” Josh narrowed his eyes. “Not until I get back anyways, got it? It will only take a couple minutes. Look, Tyler’s right over there talking to Pete Wentz if you need somebody.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you groaned. “Go talk to Mark. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

“Okay,” Josh complied hesitantly before sliding off his seat, gulping down the rest of his Red Bull, and then heading off to find his friend.

The rest of the night was basically a blur. You remember someone sitting down beside you, either Joe Trohman or Brendon Urie, and they had convinced you to have a couple more drinks. The bar tender had eventually cut you off because you had reached your limit for the night. One of your favorite songs came on and you stumbled onto the dance floor, slurring out the lyrics noisily, a random stranger picking you up off the floor, and then Tyler coming to save you. “Woah there,” Tyler steadied you. “You’re a mess.”

“Where’s Josh?” your incomprehensible attempt at speaking tumbled out of your mouth.

“Hmm?” Tyler cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, I think he went back. He couldn’t find you.”

“He left?” you slurred out.

“Yeah,” Tyler nodded. “To his hotel room. It’s getting late anyways. You should probably go back too. He’ll take care of you, I’ll leave you with him for the night. How about that?”

“I’d like that,” you responded happily.

“Goodness gracious, y/n, you’re reeking of alcohol,” Tyler frowned. “How much did you drink?”

“Just a little,” you replied.

“Uh huh…” he murmured. “Well how about we get you home?”

“Is Josh at home?” you sputtered out excitedly, your mind nothing but a jumbled mess of thoughts.

“He’s at the hotel, yeah,” Tyler answered. “But come on. We’ve got to get you in the car and then drive there too.” It took a while for him to drag you out to the driveway and help you into your seat, but eventually you were sitting shotgun, buckled in, and somewhat sane as Tyler drove down the road.

“Can I talk to Josh?” you wondered.

“Of course you can,” Tyler laughed. “We’ll see him in a little while.”

“No,” you whined impatiently. “Right now.”

“Right now?” he raised his eyebrows, gaze flickering from the road to you. “Uh, sure. You can call him if you want.”

“I can?” you asked eagerly.

“Sure you can,” he chuckled. “I mean, we’ll see him in just a couple minutes, but if you have to talk to him so bad, you can go right ahead.”

You fumbled for your phone in your pocket before pulling it out, somehow by miracle able to properly call Josh on the first try. The phone rang several times before he answered. “Hey y/n,” he greeted. “Sorry, I got kind of sleepy and I asked Tyler to take you home. How are you doing?”

“I’m so happy,” you sighed, slurring your words. “You should’ve been there.”

“Oh gosh,” Josh groaned. “Did you drink some more?”

“Just a little,” you insisted.

“A lot,” Tyler piped up.

“Don’t listen to him,” you argued. “I’m just a bit tipsy, that’s all.”

“You want to stay with me tonight?” Josh offered. “In case you get sick or something? I’m sure you won’t be so happy in a couple hours when all that junk starts to ruin your system.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Tyler explained loud enough for Josh to hear. “If that’s alright with you.”

“It’s cool,” Josh replied. “You’ll be sticking with me tonight, y/n.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you grinned.

“Don’t get too excited,” Tyler rolled his eyes. “You’re probably going to have a killer hangover tomorrow morning.”

When you rolled into the parking lot of the hotel, Tyler could barely get you standing on your two feet. “I’m kind of dizzy,” you admitted. “Maybe that’s why my feet don’t work.”

“I’m dizzy just looking at you,” Tyler laughed. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs and to Josh’s room.”

“How do I walk if my feet don’t work?” you pouted.

“Your feet work just fine,” Tyler sighed. “You just need to try to use them.”

“I want Josh,” you insisted, swaying a couple times before Tyler stood you upright.

“I’m about to give up on you,” Tyler glared playfully. “Don’t make me call him down here to carry you.”

“I’d like that,” you giggled cheerfully. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Y/n, you are so drunk,” Tyler rolled his eyes.

“I want to see Josh,” you complained as he tugged you towards the door of the hotel, shoving you towards the elevator. “I love Josh.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” Tyler smirked. “You don’t have to be drunk for me to figure that out.”

“I love him so much,” you repeated.

“Well you better behave yourself,” Tyler narrowed your eyes, helping you out of the elevator and supporting you as you ambled down the hallway to Josh’s hotel room. When Josh opened the door, he stared at you, widening his eyes.

“Oh geez,” he muttered. “I thought I told you not to drink anymore!”

“You got it from here?” Tyler asked, pained look on his face. “I’m dead tired. Y/n’s been quite the handful.”

“Hey!” you snapped. “I’ve been an angel!”

“Have you now?” Josh chuckled.

“I’m going to turn in for the night,” Tyler sighed. “You have fun with that one.”

“I’ll try,” Josh teased. He lugged you into the room and sat you on the couch. “Try to get some sleep, okay?”

“No!” you whined, tugging at his arm when he tried to walk away. “I want to stay with you.”

“You want me to stay out here for a little while until you fall asleep?” he wondered.

“I want to fall asleep with you,” you corrected. “Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”

“You’re cute when you’re drunk,” he rolled his eyes.

“You’re cute all the time,” you insisted.

“Sure,” Josh laughed. “Come on, how about you join me and we can go to my bed?”

“Bed?” you raised your eyebrows and grinned.

“Stop it,” he shook his head. “I mean so we can sleep.”

“You want to sleep with me?” you smiled slyly. “Joshua Dun.”

“You’re just being silly,” he argued. “Come on, we’re going to go sleep. In bed. Now.”

“Whatever you say,” you shrugged, goofy grin still plastered on your face as he just laughed and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the hotel bed and before tucking you in. “Bridal style.”

“That’s right,” he chuckled. “I don’t want you falling on your face, it’s best if I carry you.”

“You carry me like a bride,” you yawned happily. “Does that mean we’re going to get married?”

“Sure,” he joked. “If you want.”

“That would make me so happy,” you sighed, turning over to face him, scooching closer to him underneath the sheets. “You and me, together forever.”

“You’re so drunk,” he laughed. “I bet you won’t even remember any of this tomorrow morning.”

“Is that when our wedding is?” you tilted your head. “Tomorrow morning?”

“Sure, why not,” Josh decided.

“Can I ask you something?” you frowned. “It’s important.”

“Of course,” he smiled. “Anything you want.”

“Can you kiss me?” you inquired, hopeful eyes gazing up at his. “Please?”

“Uh…” Josh stared at you for a second, debating it. “I’d love to, really, but I think you’d rather have me kiss you when you’re sober. So you remember, you know?”

“So you want to?” your eyes lit up.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I’d love to. But I’d also want you to remember.”

“Maybe I don’t need to remember,” you offered. “Maybe it can be our secret. Just tonight.”

“Just tonight?” Josh raised an eyebrow, still contemplating it in his head. You were being awfully tempting, and those lips looked so soft and sweet, but he knew it was wrong. He shouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t be comfortable with sober. Much less, he had just confessed that he wanted to kiss you! He was crazy! What if you remembered that tomorrow morning? What if it was just your drunk self-talking? Questions swirled around in his brain and doubt began to eat away at him, anxiety slowly seeping into his brain.

“Please,” you begged. “Come on, Josh. Just one kiss won’t hurt.”

“I guess it won’t,” he agreed shyly.

“Then come on,” you insisted, staring at him. You lowered your voice to barely a whisper. “Just kiss me.” He leaned in and rested a hand behind your head, pulling you close and kissing your lips gently, lingering a moment before pulling back, opening his eyes and staring at you.

“I love you,” he breathed, still lost in your eyes, trying to figure out what he had just done, much less, said.

“I love you too,” you grinned. “Come on, let’s not stop there.” You leaned in for another kiss but he shook his head, closing his eyes tight before opening them again.

“Not tonight,” he took a deep breath. “Maybe when you’re sober, but I um, I shouldn’t have done that y/n. You’re not thinking right.”

“I’m thinking perfectly fine!” you rolled your eyes. “Please Josh, I want more.”

“So do I,” he mumbled. “But I really don’t think we should do this now.”

“Josh,” you stated his name and reached forward to grab his shirt, snaking your hands down his chest and trying to tug it up. “We can’t stop there.”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “We can. We should.”

“I want this off,” you whined, tugging up his shirt again but he just laughed nervously, tugging the hem of his shirt back down to his waist.

“Let’s try to keep our clothes on, okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “I think it’s best you get some sleep, clear your head, and we’ll try this again some other time.”

“Not another time,” you complained. “Now.”

“I know, but we can’t,” he insisted. “It’s not right.”

“Didn’t it feel so good though?” you argued. “Your lips on mine? Being so close? Just the two of us, in this bed, together? Didn’t you feel something?”

“I did,” he nodded slowly. “However I think you just aren’t in the right circumstances to do any of that right now. You probably don’t even understand half of the things you’re saying. How about we cuddle and fall asleep, is that okay?”

“I want more than cuddles,” you persisted.

“Look, y/n, I’m sorry,” he sighed. “But please, I’m not going to argue with you anymore. Let’s just go to sleep. Please?”

“Okay,” you mumbled.

“Thank you,” he sighed. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

A couple minutes passed before you fell asleep, eyes closed, wrapped in Josh’s arms. You both laid there in silence, a mixture of soft snores, quiet heartbeats, and shallow breathing. That was until the sun filtered through the blinds and there was a churning, horrible, miserable feeling in the pit of your stomach, and you stumbled out of bed, escaping his arms and staggering to the bathroom, flinging open the door and retching all the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. Vomiting wasn’t a pretty sight, especially during a horrific hangover, and you felt absolutely embarrassed you had caused the mess in Josh’s hotel bathroom. You heard him stirring in bed, calling your name, and your face instantly turned red. Your head was spinning, a terrible migraine overtaking you, and sure enough, you found yourself puking up even more. You felt Josh kneel beside you, rubbing small gentle circles on your back, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry,” you sputtered out. “Shit, I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay,” he reassured. “Don’t apologize.”

“I feel miserable,” you mumbled and he frowned, handing you a towel to clean your mouth and flushing the toilet, helping you up and giving you a hug.

“I told you not to drink anymore last night,” he reminded.

“Did I?” you wondered, watching his eyes soften as he released the embrace.

“You don’t remember anything… do you?” he whispered.

“Why? Did uh, did something happen?” you looked around and started to realize how strange it was that you slept in Josh’s bed, he was cuddling you this morning, and you supposedly got absolutely wasted last night. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, nothing happened. I just let you stay here for the night because I was afraid you might get sick. I’m glad I did, I mean, I wouldn’t want you all alone with a horrible hangover.”

“Thank you,” you stuttered out. “Goddammit I feel absolutely miserable.”

“I’ll get you a glass of water and some Advil,” he decided. “Just take it easy, okay? When you’re done you can just lay on the bed. Got it?”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Thanks so much.”

“No problem,” he gave a small smile. “I just really hope you feel better soon.”

You took a wet washcloth and wiped your face, taking a deep breath, then heading to the bed, rolling underneath the sheets. Josh approached you, handing you a cup of water and a couple Advil, which you downed and thanked him before resting your head on the pillow. “Can you, uh, stay with me? Maybe?” you asked shyly. “I don’t really want to be alone.”

“Sure,” he replied, pulling up the covers and lying beside you. Without thinking, he put an arm around you, pulling you closer, and you smiled. “Uh, is this okay? If I do this?”

“It’s more than okay,” you laughed. “I just wish I didn’t feel so shitty so I could enjoy it more. It’s not often I get cuddles.”

“You got plenty last night,” he chuckled.

“About that…” your voice trailed off. “What um, what did I do exactly? Last night?”

“You were fine,” Josh reassured. “I kept you under control. Tyler made sure you behaved.”

“Behaved?” you took a shaky breath.

“Yeah,” he smirked.

“W-what did I do?” you stammered.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I mean, obviously you don’t really remember. And when you were drunk you promised it would be our little secret.”

“Josh-” a worried, embarrassed, scared look spread across your face.

“Don’t worry,” he insisted. “Much to your disliking, I made sure we kept all our clothes on.”

“What does that mean?” you grew quiet, twice as self-conscious now.

“You really want to know?” Josh raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I sort of do,” you admitted. “I mean, if I’m as rambunctious as you say I was.”

“Maybe I should tell you when you feel better,” he decided.

“I want to know,” you argued. “Now. Please?”

“You were getting sort of, um, suggestive last night,” he explained. “You wanted to do stuff, but I told you no cause you were absolutely wasted. You got all mopey and sad and kept persisting and we uh, we kissed, once. But then I made you go to bed.”

“We kissed?” your face turned bright red. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry, look I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay,” he laughed. “I’m fine. I just thought that um, you might want to know.”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “So… was it a good kiss?”

“Maybe you would’ve remembered if you weren’t so drunk,” he rolled his eyes jokingly.

“No really,” you persisted. “Or was it awkward?”

“Maybe you should find out for yourself,” he suggested.

“What do you mean?” you narrowed your eyes.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he whispered. You stared at him for a second before capturing him in a kiss, pressing his lips on his and feeling him pull you closer, eyes closed, mouths opened, tongues moving in syncopation, his body so close to yours. When you pulled away you both opened your eyes, staring at each other, and you blinked twice.

“Did that really just happen?” you wondered, gasping for breath.

“Yeah,” Josh breathed, eyes staring into yours. “It did.”

“No, like last night,” you clarified, taking a deep breath and still unable to move your gaze away from his. “Did that happen?”

“Not as intimate, no,” he shook his head. “And uh, I don’t know about you, but I liked this one a lot better.”

“Me too,” you smiled. “Hopefully I’ll remember.”

“You think, uh, we should do it again?” he hinted. “Just in case?”

“Josh,” you laughed. “I don’t think I’ll be forgetting any of this anytime soon.”

“Do you still feel horrible?” he tilted his head to the side.

“I feel much better,” you replied. “But like you said, I think another kiss wouldn’t hurt.”

“You know you didn’t have to be drunk to kiss me, y/n,” Josh reminded. “I would’ve kissed you sober just fine. All you had to do is ask.”

“I was scared,” you admitted. “I mean, hell, what’s Tyler going to think?”

“I think he already knows,” Josh laughed. “You told him you were in love with me last night.”

“I did?” you widened your eyes. “What else happened that you never told me about?”

“You wanted my shirt off,” he added.

“I still do,” you teased.

“I’m pretty sure I can make that happen,” he gave a sly smile.

“Yeah?” you grinned.

“Yeah,” he murmured.

“I think I found the perfect cure to a killer hangover,” you chuckled.

“What? Kissing?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Nah,” you shook your head. “You.”

Dirty Little Secrets

Summary: Teen Wolf Alternate Universe where Peter Hale is a cop with countless well-kept secrets, or so he thinks. Y/N McCall comes home to Beacon Hills 18 years after a scandalous affair with Mayor Gerard Argent’s son; Chris. What happens when Peter sees Y/N for the first time since she broke his heart.
Characters in this chapter: Peter Hale, female reader, Stiles Stilinski
Characters mentioned: Sheriff Noah Stilinski
Pairing: Past Chris Argent x Female Reader, Past Peter Hale x Female Reader, Peter Hale x Female Reader 
Word Count: 1,439
Warnings: Language, blackmail  
Author’s Note: Blame @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash for this. GIF found on Google. Yours? 

Parked on the side of the road, partially hidden by the mountain, Peter swiped a hand over his face. Even with the air conditioning cranked, he was roasting inside the squad. It was balls-sticking-to-his-taint hot, the kind of hot that made people pass out just from walking down the sidewalk to get their mail. Even better, it brought out the craziness in people in droves. People did weird shit when it felt like their brains were cooking inside their head.

Speaking of weird shit… “The fuck you doin’?” he asked no one but himself, peering over the top of his aviators, gum snapping between his molars. There was a motorcycle speeding down the road, weaving between the two lanes erratically, and Peter could tell the driver had no plans on slowing down. In fact, judging by the sound of the engine, it was picking up speed.

The cycle blew past the squad, and the radar gun emitted a series of shrill beeps before a set of red numbers blinked at the officer; 120. Smirking, Peter flipped on the lights and siren, and tore out of his hiding spot. Gravel spit out behind him before his tires squealed on the tar.

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Naruto Canon Couples Foreshadowing

So many people post about why they think certain pairings “make no sense,” “never had development,” or why their ship is “the only couple that makes sense in the whole series”. So I decided to talk about how there isn’t only just one super special magic couple that “makes sense” in the entire Naruto series solely because you like it better than the others, and that most of the canon couples have some sort of development or moment at some point :)

I’m also just limiting this post to canon so it doesn’t get too long and out of hand! I may do a non-canon post later for fun, who knows! :)

As always, my pretty disclaimer: I am pro-Sakura. You will not find me bashing Sakura on here at all. (I wish I didn’t even have to say that… Jeez.) Oh, and same with Hinata. I won’t be spending time bashing her either. I like to keep things civil :)

And I promise I am not saying “this is why you should like and ship them so there”. That isn’t it at all!! You have the right to ship whoever you want!! (Trust me, kakasaku I also have kakasaku crack ships kakasaku that I enjoy kakasaku.)

I am just trying to express that Kishi didn’t just throw people together by drawing their names randomly from a hat.

Anyway, I won’t get into much detail, I just want to provide at least one example for most of the cannon couples on why there was, indeed, some sort of moment or hint that they might end up together and that it wasn’t “totally unexpected”.

First off, Sasusaku:

I hate when people claim that Sakura and Sasuke have “no development”. Just because you do not want to acknowledge the development does not mean it never happened. Some people try to make it sound like Sakura and Sasuke never ever freaking met each other until the last chapter. Since it’d take way too much time to go over and explain everything related to Sasuke and Sakura’s development because there is a ton of it, I’ll just hit a major point or two.

If you want to discount any interactions between Sasuke and Sakura between the beginning of the series until the chunin exams, I’m okay with that. A lot of people don’t care about it (not me personally though). But the moment Sasuke received that curse mark, Sasuke and Sakura’s relationship took a much more serious turn. In fact, many people began shipping them around that time. Even the data books state that it was Sakura’s heart that helped Sasuke keep his curse mark from controlling him (ya know, in case you couldn’t already tell that from reading and watching it all unfold in the forest of death).

I also chose this moment as an example because after this point, it’s quite hard to argue that Sakura just had superficial feelings for Sasuke. She had seen the darkness taking control of him, and wanted to be at his side and help him stop it from ruining him. She didn’t want to run away because it was too much drama for her or just his problem. She saw how much he suffered, and she wanted nothing more but to help him.

Okay, I could go on forever about that moment, since it’s one of my favorites, but my point is that moment alone should show that there was SOME development. This is when Sakura’s love became completely selfless, in my opinion, as well. It was a really big moment, not only in personal character development, but in the relationship between the two as well. It was one of the reasons, I’m sure, that Sasuke thanked Sakura before he left the village (the first time). I won’t go into that moment, however, because it’s pretty self explanatory (although people to love to argue about it).

Honestly I could make a huge blog post just dedicated to the development of SasuSaku alone (which, hell, I may just end up doing later), so I will just move on before I start. Point was to give you a moment of development.

I really want to bring up the Sakura bringing Sasuke back to the right dimension thing right now too, but that will have a lot of explaining to it as well because of some of the ridiculous arguments around that… SAVE IT FOR ANOTHER BLOG POST MEGAN AND MOVE ON ALREADY.

Now for NaruHina:

I know, I know. It’s not everyone’s favorite couple. I think the reason for that is a good chunk of the NaruSaku fans are bitter (I’m not saying you don’t have a right to be, I’m just saying it’s a reason why).

But it was foreshadowed. I could even tell that while reading the chunin exam chapters as a kid.

It wasn’t all about Hinata’s growth as a character in the exams. It was about how her respect and love for Naruto helped get her there. (I won’t lie though, I do not enjoy that so much of her character was based on Naruto. I feel like Kishi should have given her more of a chance to stand up for herself because of something other than her love for Naruto. I mean, women can do things without men around ya know!)

It also showed that Naruto started to notice her as a person, rather than the weird girl who gets shy around him.

Hinata was also shown to be the only girl who liked Naruto for himself as children. She wasn’t a Sasuke fangirl like the majority of the girls. That was a big part of why she ended up with him (and yes, I know Sakura and Naruto became close, but that isn’t what we are arguing about right now. Plus, as I mentioned in another post, I see Naruto and Sakura’s development as platonic.)

And then Kishi even had the whole war scene. But I won’t get into that, because it’s a bit self explanatory and I don’t feel the need to get into it.

ShikaTema:

Honestly, I don’t think I need to defend them. Their fanbase never really argues about what development they did or didn’t have (that I have seen at least). The little drama about the pairing is always so pleasant. (Well, until someone says “They are the only pairing that ever had development!” and start a fight. Hence why I am blogging this.)

ShikaTema’s development (for me) began when she helped him against the sound ninja (one of my favorite moments, by the way). I know people can use the chunin exams as an example of development, which is a-okay, but I personally didn’t feel it there (but again, that is JUST ME).

Also, remember when Shikamaru’s dad told him that No matter how strong-minded a woman is, she will show kindness to the man she loves” That description TOTALLY describes Temari. Super foreshadowing!! :) That cute smile she gave him after she blew away that sound ninja, that did it for me. Loved it so much. Then Temari snapped right back and became the strong/blunt woman she is once again when she had to help snap Shikamaru back into his senses when he became irate at himself about letting Choji almost die.

Oh, and please let me add this too, because it made me happy as well:

SaiIno:

As for SaiIno, they didn’t really have development, per say, in the manga besides a few small hints (Ino stating she thought Sai was cute, and including Sai in her dream during the war where he fought Sasuke over her).

Plus there was this cute little bit from one of Kishi’s side chapters:

But with this couple, I feel like Kishi put them together because, well, it just made sense.

What I mean is that, to me, it makes sense because Sai is able to take Ino’s last name, so the new InoShikaCho formation could exist (well, by name anyway). Plus Sai feels more like he belongs to a family now I’m sure, considering he was just known by one name, which wasn’t even his birth name to begin with (I hate Danzo so much I really really do). Plus, Sai seems pretty happy, and I love seeing Sai happy :) (Plus, Ino’s sassiness with Sai’s bluntness! Perfect combination!) However I will agree there was barely any development for SaiIno.

… And honestly, I have nothing for Choji and his wife. No one really does. That was pretty random. I like it though. Chocho is freaking adorable with all that sass.

Okay so this is getting too long, so I’ll stop here for now. I guess I just wanted to point out some solid “there was development” moments.

Hope I didn’t bore ya! Thank you for reading :) I really appreciate it!

anonymous asked:

" I don't get it. Your cute even when your sick. Adorable even" Otayuri???? P.S I love your Yuri. P fics. If you could maybe post more that'd be fan frickin tabulous

Aw thank you! I have a ton of Yuri P. requests, so I promise that you’ll be seeing more of them in the future.

Yuri is finally asleep.

Otabek heaves a sigh of relief at the realization, running a hand over his face and through his dark hair.

It’s not that he doesn’t love his boyfriend-that couldn’t be further from the truth. He absolutely adores Yuri, but today had not been easy for either of them.

For Yuri, it was the lingering high fever resulting from his current battle with the flu that had been going around. First Victor and Yuuri, had come down with it, then Georgi, then Mila, hell, even Yakov had caught it, shouting hoarsely at his skaters until he collapsed and terrified everyone; it had only been a matter of time before Yuri had gotten sick as well. He’d held out valiantly, drinking lots of orange juice and avoiding any contact with what he called the “plague victims” in an effort to ward off the germs.

All of his efforts had been in vain, unfortunately, and the day Otabek had been due to arrive in St. Petersburg for a visit, Yuri had woken up with a stuffy nose and scratchy throat. Yuri wasn’t willing to give in so easily, fighting tooth and nail to pretend that nothing was wrong as he toured the city with Otabek.

That facade had been shattered when they were visiting the Kremlin. Yuri had been feeling dizzy and faint since they arrived there-at some point during their sight-seeing black spots filled his vision and he became unable to stay on his feet-and had eventually passed out and toppled over, nearly giving Otabek a heart attack. Otabek had caught Yuri right before he hit the floor, and upon feeling the heat radiating off his skin, had immediately called Victor to come take them home. Yuri had spent the next two days in bed, drained of all energy and delirious with fever, too out of it to even complain about missing practice.

Otabek was pretty sure that Yuri had been easier to take care of when he’d been in danger of boiling his brain.

Today his boyfriend had been more lucid than before, his fever lower, but he didn’t seem any more comfortable. He’d been restless all day, tossing and turning, alternating between huddling under the covers, shivering, or throwing off the covers and sprawling out, complaining about being too hot. Due to his experience with taking care of his younger sister, Otabek was a model caretaker; he’d made cold compresses and changed them out, he’d made soup and ensured that Yuri ate something, and he had turned on the TV and attempted to make conversation to distract Yuri from how miserable he was feeling, but even his patience had limits, and he found himself grateful when Yuri finally found some restful sleep.

It wasn’t as if Otabek was worried about catching this-the same bug had been going around his home rink in Almaty, and he had been sick a couple of weeks before coming to Russia. It was just hard to see Yuri so sick and miserable; and although he loved his boyfriend, Yuri was not the most pleasant or gracious person when he was unwell.

But now Yuri is asleep, sharp green eyes shut tight and his long blonde hair scattered across the pillows. Soft, tiny snores exit his slightly parted lips every few seconds. One of his skinny arms is still wrapped around Otabek’s waist, trapping him there. Yuri had been feeling very cuddly right before he finally fell asleep.

Not that Otabek minds. Sure, his right arm is numb where Yuri has been sleeping on it and his back aches from the odd position that he’s laying in, but it’s worth it to feel Yuri’s slight frame curled up next to him as he sleeps, hearing his soft pants of breath and feeling his warmth.

Otabek runs a hand through Yuri’s silky locks before pulling him even closer to his side. “I don’t get it. You’re cute even in your sleep,” Otabek says in a husky whisper, dropping a kiss on the top of his head. “Adorable even. What’s your secret, huh?”

As Otabek watches, Yuri’s thin lips twitch up in a smile before his features smooth back out into the calm of sleep. Otabek chuckles. “You’re right,” he says, stroking Yuri’s hair back off his forehead. “I should try to get some sleep, too.”

Mob Headcanons

It’s here, it’s finally here. the one you’ve all been waiting for and the one I’ve been having the most trouble with. this isn’t exactly the end of the series, but i wont be able to write these kinda long winded hc posts as much unfortunately

// Teru // Shou // Ritsu // Reigen // Mob // Serizawa //


  • really, really likes clouds
    • has a tendency to just stare out the windows during class and just watch the clouds go by.
    • sometimes will go outside and just lay in his front yard, staring at the sky.
      • ritsu sometimes joins him with a book to read and Mob loves it
  • has Tunnel Vision
    • basically, when he’s focusing on something (which is kinda rare lmao) the whole building could be collapsing around him and he wouldn’t notice.
      • it’s so hard to get his attention when he’s like this
        • “Hey, kageyama-kun. Kageyama! Mooooooobbbbb.” “Suzuki, oh my god, leave nii-san alone. this is the longest I’ve ever seen him read a novel.” “Riichan, he’s reading a manga.” “…..oh.”
  • doesn’t often understand jokes, especially Shou’s
    • good thing Ritsu is usually there to poke mob in the shoulder and explain it to him
    • Teru is shit at explaining jokes because he usually starts snorting and chuckling half way through
      • mob doesnt mind tho seeing Teru laugh is better than any joke in his opinion
  • also, when he tries to tell jokes, it has a 50/50 chance of working
    • half the time he just starts giggling before he can get to the punch line
    • the other half he just sits there with a small, expectant smile on is face
  • considering how he has repressed his emotions for so long, he has trouble putting a name or recognizing both how he’s feeling and how others are feeling
    • sometimes he’ll say something that hits a little too close to home, or will be a little too blunt, but he honestly doesnt mean it. He just doesnt know
  • Will show up at Spirits and Such after school, sit on the couch, and sigh really loudly
    • Reigen will instantly grab a glass of milk and ask what’s wrong (if it’s chocolate milk or not depends on how loudly he sighed)
      • “okay kid, what happened today? Make it quick, we have an appointment in ten.” “Tsubomi looked at me… across the street.” “Oh wow, two days in a row! You’re on a roll, kid!”
  • doesnt really get it when someone flirts with him…. at least, not right away
    • will suddenly start blushing at midnight because holy shit Teru called him handsome
  • has a tendency to sit on his hands when theyre cold
  • those stim videos (paint mixing, kinetic sand, etc) really calm him down, but Ritsu had to limit how often he watches them because he started floating into the sky one day
  • his Bisexual Awakening was more along the lines of “oh hey, Teru’s smile might be nicer than Tsubomi’s”
    • he doesnt really put a title to his sexuality/gender tho. Searching for a label that fits him kinda stresses him out so he is just cool with Whatever
  • “Nii-san, how can you eat that? Didn’t Hanazawa-kun make it?… doesn’t it taste bad?” “mmmm…. yeah, but Hanazawa-kun was so happy, I couldn’t say no.”
  • has a tendency to just…. lay on the floor. Right in the middle of the room. especially on days where getting out of bed is a little tougher than usual
    • “Hey, boss! where’s– is Kageyama-kun okay?” “Oh? Yeah, he’s having one of those days. Give him a few minutes.” “ah, okay.”
      • teru likes to lie with him sometimes and talk about his day to fill the silence (mob never says so, but it helps.)
  •  “Hey little brother, check out this song.” “Ahh, okay, what– is this Smah Mouth?….Did Suzuki put you up to this” “no…. Yeah. Don’t tell him I told you!”
  • Mob is the most prone to Shou’s Shitty Pranks, because it’s the perfect way to rile up both Teru and Ritsu in one go
  • has issues with self worth quite a bit
    • basically doesn’t want to be more trouble than he’s worth, (and he doesnt think hes worth much in the first place) doesnt want to be a nuisance
      • he’ll say sorry a lot for this, but no one really knows the reason
  • twiddles his thumbs a lot, hums to himself, gets lost in his head quite often
    • likes to fiddle with the hem of his shirt, always is That One Kid who is clicking his pen in the back of the class
      • basically moves his hands a lot subconsciously
  • at some point he adopts reigens weird Hand Movement Thing and Reigen is??? so old proud? he’s like some dad that just watched his son score his first goal in soccer
  • after….. recent events (the Cursed Arc) he always makes sure to tell how much he appreciates people.
  • sometimes, when he goes too long without seeing friends or family, he starts to fear that he is still in the world Mogami trapped him in
    • hates to be alone now because of this
      • sleeping alone in his room is a nightmare the first few nights
Polaroids

Member: Jeonghan
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 1142


The camera itself was rather unremarkable. It had small dents along the edges from where you carried it around, the cream color faded to look more like a dirty white, and the lens would give the photo noise no matter how hard you tried to mask it. It was never the camera the mattered to you though, it was the thousands of polaroids you took with it that did. As you looked through the photos you started to truly understand what this small camera had done for you.

The oldest polaroid you found was uninteresting to anyone that didn’t know about it. The photo showed three tickets lined up in a row placed on your dining room table, the tungsten lights stained the photo with a yellow tint. Whether you originally wanted the photo to look nice, you weren’t quite sure, but it didn’t. It wasn’t the composition of the picture that made you adore it, it was the big bold words printed on the tickets: SEVENTEEN.

Originally, you hadn’t wanted to go to the concert, your friends had snagged you an extra ticket after one of them decided that they couldn’t go. You weren’t a fan of kpop, you always claimed it was because the idea of fawning over boys via the internet only seemed like a waste of time. No one was more surprised than you about what happened at the concert.

The second polaroid showed a heavy crowd with a large stage in the background, a silhouette of people holding up phones in the air, or signs took up most of the photo. You had been amazed at how close your friends managed to get to the stage, the tickets must have cost a fortune and you had half a mind to pay them back somehow. Why they decided to drag you along to a concert you didn’t want to be at at all made absolutely no sense to you. You tried to be excited for the concert, trying to immerse yourself in the overall atmosphere, the lights, the heavy bass that pounded out music before they group took the stage. But, it ended up feeling unreal to you, how long could you celebrate a group of boys you had never seen, nor did you really want to.

And then, they took stage. The rest of the concert was a blur, you found yourself dancing to songs you didn’t know the words to, cheering whenever one of them hit a high note. Most of all, you found yourself amazed by one person in particular: Jeonghan. Of course, you didn’t know his name at first. All you knew was that you loved how his voice gave you goosebumps, you loved how his smile always seemed to be hiding something suggestive, you loved the overall aura he put off. It was bittersweet when you realized the concert was coming to an end. Sweet because your legs were sore and you had spent a little too long of a time exchanging body heat with whoever kept bumping into you from behind. But it was also bitter, bitter because you had just seen someone so sweet and now they were gone forever. But things always seemed to have a funny way of working out.

The next photo was taken the same night. It captured the heavy humidity that you could still feel years later of that night. The orange starburst sky loomed overhead creating an interesting background to the main subject of the photo, an old rickety seafood restaurant. You had told your friends that you didn’t want to go out partying with them after the concert and that you would catch a taxi back home, but for some reason your sore and aching feet lead you to Aunt Ichi’s Yudofu.

When you entered the building a soft bell rang at the top of the door and you were greeted by an old woman who was still mixing something in a metal bowl. You spoke to her for awhile before sitting down at kotatsu and placing an order. Even with the extreme humidity there was still something about the warmth of a kotatsu that brought you comfort. You rested your head on the table, deep in thought. Deep in one thought really, you couldn’t seem to forget Jeonghan. Just like magic, you heard the soft ring of the bell again.

You were greeted with the soft coffee eyes you remembered, the sweet pink lips, and the voice of an angel as he said hello. Neither of you said anything, you remembered him, but there was just no way you knew him. It felt as if fate was giving you a chance, but would it be wrong to talk to someone you didn’t know? You fiddled with the camera strap in your hands, your heart beginning to beat 100 miles a minute. Then you heard a voice softer than the bell, “You were at the concert, right? … Don’t give me that look, I’m not a stalker. I just saw your friend post a picture of all of you under the Instagram tag.”

And you talked. You two talked for hours and hours, like a modern day Cinderella meeting their prince only there was no time limit; when you woke up the next morning the memory of Jeonghan still lingered in your smile. When you woke up the next morning you had a text message from an unknown number, “I really, really, really hope this is who I want it to be.”

Then picture after picture you pulled out polaroids of the same rickety old building with a different color sky. Jeonghan would visit you, and you would go to Aunt Ichi’s and eat the best tofu soup you had ever tasted and talk like that’s what the two of you were created to do. You had both become convinced that you and Jeonghan were really meant to be one person and for some odd anomaly whoever sent out your souls had made a mistake and accidentally split it into two.

Those moments, when the two of you spoke together and drank the most delicious broth, they felt like that was exactly where you were supposed to be. This was where you were supposed to end up. Which brought you to your most recent polaroid: it had a time date stamp at the bottom exactly five years after the first one. The day somehow perfectly matched the original one, with the same marmalade tint, with the same wonderful, wonderful old rickety building. In fact, the only thing that differed with a hand in the corner of the photo, yours to be exact. And if you looked closely you could see a small silver band wrapped around your ring finger and you could still feel tears in your eyes. Nothing had ever felt more right.

-peach