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You Bet [Part 2]

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Request(s): A freaking lot

Word Count: 3233… too long I hate it

Song: Shook Me All Night Long by ACDC for no reason other than I love that song

Summary: Steve is awfully distracted by your getup for helping out at the Snow Ball

Warning(s): Smut (duh), Swearing (have you met me), arguing (Nancy and the reader), Jonathan being the coolest, Dustin being a little shit, this is really basic honestly it’s pretty bad

Author’s Note: IT’S HERE! FUCKING FINALLY! THIS HAS BEEN DONE FOR LIKE A WEEK I JUST HAVEN’T GOTTEN AROUND TO POSTING! I’M SO SORRY! Anyway, this probably isn’t that amazing but it could be worse i’m somewhat okay with how it turned out

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Why I can’t and won’t finish watching Iron Fist

Before anyone tries to jump down my throat about being a stupid SJW who only cares about the race angle, I would first like to point out that I enjoyed the hell out of Daredevil, another Marvel Netflix show starring a white man practicing Asian martial arts. It’s all in the execution, guys. And the execution here is garbage.

Let’s start with the martial arts. For the love of fuck, if you just HAVE to get a generic white man to play the lead, the least you could do was get one who was good at traditional martial arts. There are a lot of them. Charlie Cox, one Netflix recommendation over, pulls off some of the best fight scenes I have ever seen in a TV show (also, the man can act, so that helps too). Last month, I watched a red-belt student of mine in a local production of Macbeth. At twelve, that kid has more talent (in the acting and martial arts departments) than this Finn Jones tool.

Jessica Henwick’s form is nothing to write home about but at least she’s better than Jones. And both our action heroes would benefit greatly from some less shitty fight choreography and editing. (Guys, just adding loud ‘swoosh’ sound effects isn’t going to trick me into thinking the sword is swinging faster. I can see it).

To add insult to injury, the show condescendingly tries to make me believe that this pasty-ass piece of mediocrity is a better martial artist than Colleen Wing?? Just has him casually trounce her in her own dojo. With those wibbly-wobbly stances, son? I don’t think so. This is not real life, nor is it good fiction. This is some flabby-ass white guy’s jerk-off fantasy of being super awesome and showing up the hot Asian chick without any understanding martial arts whatsoever.

The acting in this show ranges from serviceable to painfully inept (lookin’ at you Meachum Jr. or whatever the fuck your name is, I’ll have forgotten your whole existence by tomorrow for all the impression you leave). Even the competent performances in this show only serve to remind me of more interesting characters from Netflix’s other Marvel shows. For example, Jessica Stroup’s acting is similar to Deborah Ann Woll’s performance as Karen Page, only serving to remind me that Karen Page alone is a more interesting character with more compelling scenes than half the cast of Iron Fist put together.

I will say that Colleen Wing is quite appealing and I applaud Henwick for making her both tough and charming, not an easy line to walk. If I wanted to be mean, I could point out that she is essentially just a Claire Temple 2.0 in terms of her temperament and her role as shelter and support to the Main White Guy at the point of her introduction. But I don’t actually want to pick on Colleen. She’s cute and I like her.

Now, back to being mean: STOP trying to make white characters look cool by having them speak Chinese (or any language they can’t speak for that matter, though I feel Mandarin generally gets a special kind of mangling for the crime of being a tonal language). It doesn’t sound cool. I hate to have to be the one to tell you this, guys. It makes you sound like a fucking idiot. Okay, sure, maybe you succeeded in making your white English-speaking audience think, ‘yeah, that’s really cool, he must be super smart and badass, I want to be like that.’ But White people, I am telling you this for your own good: you don’t want to be like that. Because as cool as that butchered-ass Mandarin may sound to you, it’s like a band-saw to my eardrums. It brings everything to a cringing, teeth-grinding halt in the middle of what might otherwise be a perfectly good scene. Remember when Wilson Fisk had a conversation with Madame Gao in ‘Mandarin’? That was the worst part of Netflix’s Daredevil. Worse, it made me embarrassed for an actor I greatly admire. So, to whoever decided it was a great idea to have Wilson Fisk show off his Mandarin, thanks dickhead. You wrecked an entire scene for my favorite Marvel villain.

Oh yeah, and if any of you want to try to tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about, fucking come at me bro. I have a black belt and 10+ years of training in traditional martial arts. I am a Chinese-American woman, proficient in Japanese and Mandarin, and I double majored in East Asian History and Buddhist studies.

Oh, did I mention that our protagonist keeps condescendingly spouting mystical pseudo-Buddhist bullshit to everyone he meets? And then throws temper tantrums when they (shock!) don’t take him seriously? God, I hate this show.

If I want to see better acting, I can go see a middle school play. If I want to see better fighting, I can go to the dojo and watch my seven-year-old green belts spar. If I want to hear Buddhist philosophy mangled by self-impressed white people, I can go to the yoga studio next door. 

Sweet as Marilyn, Cold as Cleopatra

****Long post alert***. This is primarily for the asks rotting in my inbox for months. Apologies! I have been MIA from Tumblr and the bowl for a while now (sick). Anyway, the title of this post pays homage to two seductresses I admire a lot. My sugar daddies who have been great mentors. The horrible men I’ve dated who have equally taught me a lot. And Robert Greene (author of Art of Seduction and Mastery. Great books. READ them!),You become a master by observing first. Analyze. Learn. Practice. Experiment. Apply. Transform.  "When you learn the rules, you can dominate".

Lesson 1: Seduction is more psychological than physical. The physical aspect of it is important as well. That’s it’s own category. But when you understand what your sugar daddy truly wants, you can (dare I say, ) “manipulate” him better. Anyone can be seductive. From skinny to bbw to medium size to giant scar on your forehead. You can succeed as a sugar baby. You just have to understand how to play the game and yes, I do think it’s all a game. So next time your sugar daddy yaps about his robust, lazy wife who may or may not be fucking the foreign gardener and spends 9 hours at the country club; and his cocaine addicted son at Harvard, LISTEN. He wants a shoulder, so be that. The key here is to show that support, care, and understanding but at the same time, don’t tangle yourself in the drama that you become his on-call therapist. Don’t call him at 10pm at night to check up on him. Unless he’s willing to pay you $800 per hour. When you understand what a person wants/how their mind operates, you can cater to their needs/deal with them better. OBSERVE. When you master psychological seduction, you will be well on your way.

Lesson 2: Be mysterious/intriguing. If your mom kicked you out of the house when you were a fetus, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF, at least in the initial stages. If you dropped out of college when you were still in the womb, keep it to yourself. When you reveal too much of yourself, you tire/bore people and eventually become forgettable. Everyone has a story. So save your sob story and ex boyfriend drama for the struggling author down the street who has been having writer’s block for the past 15 years.  What does Cleopatra,Marilyn Monroe, and Casanova all have in common? Mystery/leaving something to the imagination. These women/man armed themselves with an air of mystery that left those in their wake yearning for more. I’ve never seen Angelina Jolie as one of the most beautiful women on earth. But man there’s something about her that makes Hollywood go crazy. She shares bits of herself and her life but there’s always that edge of mystery. She leaves you wondering what’s going on behind the *is it fake or is it not fake* lips/smile. The key is timing. Don’t share too much.  Keep them guessing. No need for your sugar daddy or pot to know what cards you have up your sleeves. By sharing too much, you make yourself seem needy and DESPERATE. No bueno.

Lesson 3: Don’t always be available. I used to make this mistake, especially when I liked a guy. Never lasted long in my opinion. So I learned and changed tactics and mannnnn things definitely changed. Sometimes, saying NO works more in your favor. I don’t care if you’re bored out of your mind at home and counting the cobwebs on your ceiling. An occasional NO will put a sugar daddy in his place. It will tell him that you’re not at his beck and call. It will also tell him that you have other priorities outside of sugaring. Your life/time does not revolve around him. If he’s that interested in you, trust me, he will reschedule and work with you. Don’t turn into Mrs.NO to Everything but learn how to use it when applicable. This ties in a bit with mystery. When you say no and he asks what your plans for the day are, cultivate a story if you don’t have legit plans! You can say that you’re going on a short getaway with a group of girlfriends, going on a spa treatment for yourself only, etc. The key here is to appear that you have a fun, adventurous life outside. Your time is PRECIOUS.

Lesson 3.5: Create respectable distance. This ties in with 3. By creating respectable distance, you are again putting a sugar daddy in his place. You need space because you have a life. It will command his respect. The thing about a lot of men is that they loveeee a challenge. Especially wealthy men, who are used to having whatever they desire. By giving him what he wants, whenever he wants it, he will exploit that and before you know it, he will detach and disappear (which a lot of guys do). When you challenge him, it will drive him crazy. It will keep him on edge. He will come back for more. So treat yourself like a rare gem. There are vultures out here. So when you play into his wishes easily, well… easy come, easy goes.And before they go, they will devour you completely. When you allow him to insert himself in every aspect of your life, he will probably take advantage of you. The key here is to create enough distance that he’ll keep wondering about you but not so much that he completely forgets you. This can be tricky but it is not impossible.

Lesson 4: Confidence. I’m one of those people who believe that while some have innate confidence, others have to learn it. So if need be, LEARN confidence. It takes time and patience. Trial/error. Note what your shortcomings are and practice on bettering yourself. It could range from repeating daily mantras to yourself to changing a specific look about you, practice! practice! Note what your strengths are and USE it to your advantage. Again practice!  Marilyn Monroe wasn’t always a sultry, seductress. In fact, from her appearance, her voice, her make-up, to her persona, she had to practice it all to master it, especially in public. It took her years, but she eventually morphed into one of the most iconic seductresses of all time.

Lesson 5: Be bold/ assertive. There is a fine line between boldness/assertiveness and Mrs.Yes. It is okay to voice your interests, opinions, dislikes, etc. It is equally okay to disagree with something your sugar daddy says/wants. The key is to do it respectfully. Don’t try so hard to please him that you agree to everything (including things that make you uncomfortable). If he wants you to have sex with his bald, hairy micro-human friend from the country club and the idea makes your vagina retract in disgust, SPEAK UP. Don’t be Mrs. Yes because it can be dangerous to you. Plus you will give him the upper hand.

Lesson 6: Be playful. You don’t have to be serious 24/7. Make effective use of body language by using eye contact, touch, smiling, etc.Position your posture in such a way that you appear comfortable but not slouching. Engage him in fun activities sometimes. Show him what you enjoy doing/try to learn what he enjoys as well. I remember when I first took my sugar daddy to a rave. He was soooo out of place with his expensive ass suit but we had such a good laugh. It was fun. It is also okay to flirt and tease but do not over do it. . If he tells you of his former beauty queen ex wife who divorced him, took half his wealth, and got full custody of the kids, it will NOT be a good time to start flirting then or batting your eye lashes. The key is to know when to be playful and when to engage in a serious conversation with him.

Lesson 7: Stroke his ego occasionally, especially when he’s a good boy. Let him know you enjoy his company, his time, what he gives you, etc. It’s tough to balance but you don’t want to seem like you can’t do without the lifestyle he grants you. Remember, you are accustomed to a luxurious lifestyle. Men like feeling like protectors, especially wealthy men. So stroke that big fat ego and let him think it. When he misbehaves, adjust accordingly. 

Lesson 8: If all else fails, create/channel an alter-ego. It sounds somewhat extreme but I have one. I created a whole new persona for myself. When I first started out four plus years ago, I appeared too innocent. And that was my biggest weakness. My naivete showed and definitely I was taken advantage of and cheated but I learned. FAST. Soon after, I stopped telling men I was inexperienced. I stopped allowing myself to appear innocent. I became a chameleon.The person I am with sugar daddies/ on pot dates is completely different from the girl I am at home/school/work/with friends. With these men, I am a worldly, experienced WOMAN. I am used to ultra-luxury and deserve nothing but the best. Of course at home/elsewhere, I am a girl/ nursing student who studies a bit too much, curses a bit too much, enjoys being wild with friends and plans on attending medical school to become a psychiatrist. Find what works for you and channel her. We all have inner goddesses and seductresses in us. 

Lesson 9: “Be nice, be nice. Until it’s time to stop being nice…" Okay, this sounds psycho meets fatal-attraction-esque but no worries! know when to curse a  pompous, disrespectful son of a bitch out. Seriously, know when to walk away. Channel your inner Cleopatra/Bitchery and crush his ass. Do not be afraid to stomp an arrogant asshole out of existence (figuratively of course). I don’t care but no amount of money is worth being disrespected. If you allow a man to disrespect and treat you like a common commodity, he will not stick around for long. He will use, abuse, and break you. And frankly, You DO NOT deserve that. If he calls you a racial slur ( and claims it’s a joke, LIES), forces himself on you, disrespects you in anyway hurtful and dehumanizing, among other things, WALK THE FUCK AWAY and report the incident to authorities if the action warrants it. And let your middle finger do the rest of the talking. 

**All in all, I hope this helps someone out here. Remember, what works for one person make not work for you. But you can still learn from others around you** And that my friends, is the most important lesson of all.

xoxo

M

I buried this point in a reblog of one of my other GotG posts, but I wanted to pull it out into its own post because I think it’s important.

I think this movie contains one of the most accurate and sympathetic depictions of the fannish way of thinking that I’ve ever seen in mainstream media. This is not a movie about fandom, but I think it is actually more sympathetic to, and understanding of, the way people in fandom think and behave than 99% of TV or movies’ attempts to depict more classically fandom-associated things like fan conventions, fanfic, or cosplay. 

These are movies about a guy who uses music and pop culture to process his emotions and provide a framework for thinking about the world, and while there are times when it’s played somewhat for laughs (e.g. trying to explain David Hasselhoff to Gamora), most of the time the movies are as sincere about it as Peter is. Even in the David Hasselhoff scene, Gamora doesn’t laugh; she might not fully understand, but she recognizes how important that fantasy was to Peter and just tells him that she thinks it’s sweet – I mean, if you think about it, what happened here is that the main protagonist in an action movie described a self-insert fantasy to a “cool” friend and got a sympathetic and understanding response. When does that EVER happen?

(In a reblog addition to the original version of this post, katiekeysburg contributed a link to an article with James Gunn that suggests there’s a certain amount of autobiography in Peter’s use of fantasy as a way of coping with reality, so a lot of this is intentional.)

And it’s also a movie in which the action-hero main character carries around a completely nonfunctional (in practical terms) comfort object with him, and the other characters are totally supportive of that. (The practically-nonfunctional part is important, I think, because I can think of other movies in which the protagonist has something like a weapon given to them by a dead loved one, but I can’t think of anything else I’ve ever seen in mainstream genre fiction in which the protagonist carries an object which is only used to comfort them and calm them down, and is actively shown being used that way on a regular basis.) In the first movie, Peter’s friends don’t really get it yet, but even there, the only actual semi-derogatory reference to it that I can remember is Drax’s “You’re an imbecile” when he realizes Peter went back to the Kyln in the middle of a firefight to retrieve the Walkman, and given how little interaction they’ve had so far and the fact that everyone’s lives were in jeopardy because of waiting for him, that’s a reasonable reaction under the circumstances.

But no one ever makes fun of him for needing it, and I’m pretty sure that by the time we get around to the second movie, when they’ve started to recognize how important it is to him, his friends would be the ones going through hell and high water to get it back for him (as evidenced by the fact that Rocket apparently retrieved Yondu’s broken arrow from Ego’s planet while the planet was literally blowing up around him – I’m sure any of them would do the same in a heartbeat for Peter’s music player).

Even Yondu seems to have been supportive of it, because Peter’s confidence with the Walkman, and with playing his music out loud in general, suggests that Yondu never used it as a punishment – that is, he could easily have withheld it to control Peter (surely it must have been obvious that if he’d wanted to control and break the kid, taking away his music would’ve been the way to do that), but he doesn’t seem to have done that; Peter never behaves like he grew up under the threat of having his music taken away from him. In fact, we find out in the second movie that Yondu actually made copies of the music on Peter’s tape and kept it on the ship, presumably in case the original was lost.

In both movies, trying to take away Peter’s music/comfort object is shown as something that only really bad people do (like the Kyln prison guard, or Ego crushing his Walkman), and people show their love for him by giving him more music, or by letting him share his music with them, or just making sure that he has it.

I just. These movies, you guys. ❤ ❤ ❤

So I have a headcanon that lance use to help his mother out around the house, mostly with the cleaning. And I somehow got this, so I hope you enjoy. This is mostly lance being buddies with the lions.

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It was his mother that got him started.

She would always need help with it, not that she was fragile, she’s anything but. But that doesn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy the help, especially with the cabinets and bookshelves. And Lance didn’t mind at all. He loved helping his mom, and cleaning up the house was just one of the things they could do together. Sure, everyone helped out, but it was always Lance who didn’t it without being asked.

And after a while, it became sort of a coping mechanism. Whenever Lance felt overwhelmed, or if his anxiety got to be too much. You would always find him doing dishes or vacuuming. It was therapeutic in a way. It was something that he can control, that got him out of his head. His mom always told him “a clean house is a happy house.”
It may be overused, but to Lance it always made sense. If the house is clean, then everyone inside the house is happy. Even him.

Lance never realized how much he relied on his family. Always making something to clean up. Always keeping him busy. But now that he’s out in space, on a giant castle ship, with only six other people. Lance can’t help but miss it.

at first Lance worked on his room. Mostly dusting, and rearranging his drawers. But after the tenth time rearranging everything, Lance realized that he couldn’t clean his room more if he tried. So he moved on to other rooms. Within two weeks, every room in the castle had been dusted, vacuumed, mopped, swept and picked up as need be. The castle was spotless. And Lance felt better. He always did after a good cleaning session, albeit a long one. But it was nice. It reminded him of home; of some normalcy in what is now his life.

But soon the anxiety and the homesickness came back. But there wasn’t really anything to clean anymore. It wasn’t like there were hyperactive kids that will knock things over anymore. There wasn’t anyone constantly making a mess. There wasn’t anyone constantly cooking up a storm , sure,Hunk is always cooking, but his moms taught him well on keeping a kitchen clean, so Lance didn’t really have dishes to clean. He’ll, even their laundry is done by the castle, no help needed there. He remembers when he use to get pretty mad at his family whenever they would create a mess. But now…..now he just wishes he had something to clean. To remind him of home.

Lance was climbing out of blue, feeling a bit down for the count after a nasty fight with the Galra, that unfortunately when through some kind of space mucus ozone that surrounded a moon they were fighting nearby that got all over the lions, gunking up a lot of their movements. Thankfully it did the same to the Galra fleets, so it wasn’t that hard to beat them after that. But Lance could practically feel the stuff, and he wasn’t even the one covered in it. After taking a good look at Blue, Lance knew that he had to get all that mucus off of her. If it was messing with her movements now, he didn’t even want to know how bad it would get once it hardened. After hijacking Pidge’s latest project(a set of goggles that can translate written Altean into English, he has to give her props, this is some of her best work.) he found the right soap to use and even some wax that he can use afterwards. Blue was going to be the best looking Lion around. And he got to work. He scrubbed every inch of her till he was sure that all the hunk was off, and even asked her multiple times if he missed a spot. Who told him about every missed spot or hard to reach place. Once he had finished washing off all the mucus, he gave her a much needed waxing. No one could deny that happiness that Blue felt all throughout it and afterwards. And Lance finally had something that he could clean when everything got to be too much. They were both very happy.

It became a regular thing, after that. Whenever he had too much on his mind, Lance would go down and work on Blue. Whether it was the outside or in the cockpit. There have even been a few times where he would work on her maintenance system, but only if it needed fixing and Blue has to walk him through it. And he would talk to her, about everything and anything. About things on Earth or his family. About the others and planets that they have saved. And Blue would listen to it all, very story about when he was little and every worry that plagued his mind. She would send him support, and love and tell him that she was so glad that he was her pilot. They were both happy.

But then things started to get kinda weird. It seems that while Blue was flying just as smooth as ever, some of the other lions were having problems with certain maneuvers and actions. Which definitely slowed down their progress of freeing the galaxy. But the weirdest thing is that the other Lions started to show up in Blue’s hangar whenever Lance went down there to talk with Blue and clean up whatever was left on her from the last battle. At first they would just sit outside of her hangar, not really pushing but definitely making he know that they were there. But it was the Red Lion who got sick of sitting around, she had butted her way into Blue’s hangar and sat next to her. And That was when Lance saw it. Dried Mucus. But that battle was months ago. Lance couldn’t help but get mad. He went to check the other lions, and sure enough, there was still dried mucus and other markings from past battles littering the Lions. No wonder the other lions couldn’t do maneuvers anymore. There was still gunk clogging up their joints and maybe even in their hydrologics. Lance patted Blue on the nose and apologized, saying that he might not be able to clean her today, because there is no way he’s going to let the others stay like that. She sent him warm understanding and told him that the other lions were very grateful that he was doing this for them.

It took him two days of no sleep and barely eating to get all the lions completely cleaned and gave each of them a waxing that had them shining like stars. All the while, no one had gone to check up on him. While that did sting, it was probably for the best. If he had seen any of the others, he would have gone off on them for leaving their lions in such a state.

Soon, the other lions became part of his routine as well. Cleaning the cockpits, washing and waxing the exterior. He was really surprised and honored when Blue told him that Black asked if he could help with his control panel.( it seems that Shiro and Black Had taken a nasty hit during one of their recent battles and Shiro got thrown against the panel.hard.) It was confusing at first, and the damage was more serious than he thought, but thanks to Blue relaying everything Between Lance and Black, he was able to fix him up without much trouble. Without even realizing it, Lance had started talking to the other Lions as well. It started off as complaining about how the others don’t clean them like they should, if ever. But soon enough he was talking to them like he does with Blue. And while he doesn’t hear them respond, Blue does relay any messages back to him.

Lance never realized how close he had gotten to the other Lions until after a pretty nasty battle against some sort of squid Robeast. Blue and Red had taken a lot of hits to keep the Galra off of Green who had taken a nasty blow, making them power down. In the end they were able to beat the robeast, but Lance knew that he was going to have to buff out some dents on Blue and Red. Lance had just gotten done with buffing out a pretty nasty dent in Red’s armor, that Keith came into Red’s hangar. And it seems that Keith was not happy to see Lance there.

“What are you doing?”

“Um…”

“Get off of Red. Now.”

“But I’m not do-”

“She’s not your Lion. Get off her. NOW.”

That was when Red put up her barrier. Keeping Keith out. Lance couldn’t help but snicker. Because now Keith was yelling at Red to let him in. And apparently he was losing the argument, because the barrier didn’t go down at all. It didn’t even waver when Keith decided that hitting it would get his point across. That was when Lance felt Red give off a kind of purr, at least he thought it was Red. It was probably thanks to Blue, telling him that Red wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. So Lance went on to the next one, and next one even with Keith telling him to go away. Even after Keith left the hangar. And even when Keith came back with Shiro and Allura in tow.

“Lance?” Lance looked away from his work and looked at Shiro, who looked just as confused as Allura. All the while Keith is behind them, just as mad as when he came in.

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“Buffing out dents. I saw that Red and Blue had some pretty nasty one after the battle.”

“Ok……and why are buffing out the dents of the Red Lion?”

“Why don’t you go and do that on Blue then!” Ah, and there is Keith. Lance was wondering when he would butt-in.

“I already did Blue’s.” Ha, suck on that, Keith.

“But why are you doing Red’s, Keith could have-”

“No. he wouldn’t.”

Lance climbs down from his spot on the Red lion and heads over to Shiro and Allura. He stopped just at the edge of the barrier. Now he could really see that Keith did not like being called out.

“You don’t know that!!!”

“Yes. I do.”

Wow, Keith REALLY didn’t like being called out on this. But this was going to happen sooner or later, lance is just surprised that it took them this long to realize it.

“Lance, you can’t just clean another Paladin’s Lion.”

“Why not. I do it for all the lions.”

“Wha….what?”

“I take care of all the lions. I buff out dents, I wash off gunk, I even clean the cockpits.”

They all look at Lance like he just talked in an unknown language. the fact that Lance has been doing this for all the lions seems to come as a surprise to them. Even Keith lost his anger and is looking at Lance like he’s the 8th wonder of the world.

Allura is the first to get back some sense of her voice, quietly asking lance “and they let you? Do all of this?”

“Let me? They almost shoved themselves into Blue’s hangar hoping I would see how much work they needed. Red actually did!” Lance points back to the Red Lion, who still keeps the barrier up, if only to tell Lance that there are still some dents that need to be buffed out.

“How…how long have you been doing this?” Shiro’s stutters out, still trying to get a grip on the situation.

“I don’t know……maybe a few months? At least two months.” Lance said, trying to recall how long he’s been cleaning all the lions.

“You’ve been doing this for that long and never asked us to help? Lance, while the gesture is nice, we can clean our own Lions.”

“Apparently not. You guys didn’t even clean off the mucus gunk from MONTHS ago! How did you guys not realize that the reason the lions were slower to respond than usual was because they could barely even bend their joints! If you guys won’t even clean them when they OBVIOUSLY need it, then how can they trust you guys to buff out a few dents!”
Lance said to much. He realized it as soon as it was out of his mouth. He just called out, not just Keith, but ALL of them. That was not how he wanted the conversation to go. Wow, was the that floor panel always so interesting, because there’s no way Lance is going to look them in the face after that outburst.

“Lance….I’m sorry.”
Well that definitely got lance to look up at Keith, who actually looked sincere. Lance can’t remember any time Keith has been sincere, well yes he can, but never to Lance.

“I haven’t really been the best when it comes to taking care of Red. But you don’t have to do it anymore. I’ll-”
“Woah! Woah, Keith you don’t have to apologize to me about it. Maybe Red, but not me. I love cleaning the Lions. And while it would be nice it you guys helped out once in awhile, I don’t want to stop cleaning them.”

“Wait, so you actually like cleaning them?”

“Yeah! It reminds me…..it reminds me of home. I use to help my mom with all the cleaning, so being able to do this, it…it helps with the homesickness.”

Lance couldn’t help but get a bit flustered saying it out loud, but he needs to let them know that he enjoys doing this for the lions. He enjoys being able to do this for them. He doesn’t want to stop doing this. He can hear Blue purring in the back of his mind, letting him know that the other lions enjoy it just as much as he does.

“Still, You shouldn’t have to do this….. At least not by yourself. They are our lions. But if it means that much to you, I guess we can’t really complain. Especially with all that you’ve done for them.”
Shiro gestures up to Red.
“But, you shouldn’t have to do all of the work, Lance. It’s not fair to you, or the lions.”

Lance nods. He knows that Shiro is right, but he also knows that the lions can be kind of picky about how they get cleaned. For a bunch of robot lions, they are really vocal about what they like and don’t like. And this just means that Lance is going to have to teach the others about each lions quirks when it comes to keeping them clean.

“How about I finish up here and everyone can meet up in the break lounge, then we can talk more about it.”

“Why not go now?”

“I’m pretty sure Red isn’t going to lower the barrier until I’m done.” Lance stares up at Red, as if staring at her long enough will make her put down the shield. It does not. So win a wave to the others, Lance goes back to buffing out Red, with a much brighter smile than he’s had in awhile.

Sure, Lance loves being able to take care of the lions. It reminds him of his mom and his family. It reminds him of home. But the one thing that makes it even better is when others are doing it with you. It helps bring people together, to talk and bond with each other. And if Lance was being honest, he missed that most of all.

I’m a college kid, a freshman, currently. My dad’s side of the family are all Republican, and they decided to vote Trump for various reasons that I personally do not agree with. In fact, I don’t agree with many of their ideals. One of those is gun control.

My dad owns a pistol, which he keeps locked up in a safe, along with the ammo he has. My uncle who lives in the same state as us has at least a handgun and a shotgun. And my grandpa currently has a shotgun. My uncle especially goes shooting often with his own children. He invited my dad, and I agreed to go along; mostly just for the experience and to know what it’s like (I do a lot of writing and research like that, but I rarely get to do practical research outside of school).

I didn’t say so at the time, but I hated it. I hated the feeling of kick-back the tiny handgun gave me. I hated feeling that power. I hated hearing it, loud even through the earplugs. And I hated that I was good at aiming with the gun. I hated that, even accidentally, I could kill someone easily with this object in my hands. I did maybe one round and then I stopped. I didn’t try the shotgun. And I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

My uncle and one of his kids in particular love it. They go hunting every year. My grandpa can’t shoot if he wanted to, at this point, and my dad is more of a geek than anything – I don’t think he cares. So why does he have a gun again?

He says it’s for protection. Which is bullshit.

If something was to attack us in our house, the gun would be locked in the safe because it’s (surprise 😱) a dangerous weapon, and he wouldn’t have much of a chance to get it out before the danger does anything. And even if he did, we’re obviously going to call the police. And then when the police arrive, they’re going to see a gun and assume my dad is a threat. The gun, ultimately, will be more of a hindrance than a help.

And it’d be no different in any situation.

In the past two months, we’ve had two mass shootings (perpetrated by white males, by the way, which is an issue for another post), one in Vegas during a concert, and another one in Texas during a Christian Church hour. Both of these states, Nevada and Texas, have few gun control laws. Guns are aplenty in both of these states. So… Why did nobody use guns to save the day? Why not shoot the shooter?

Firstly, you’re likely not trained to do that, like policemen and other government officials have been. So even if you have a gun and it’s loaded and ready to shoot, you’re unlikely to know what you’re gonna do. Secondly, when the trained professionals arrive at a shooting, they’re gonna see you with a gun, and they’re gonna assume you’re part of the threat. The situations are the same. Even if you’re a good guy with a gun, you have a gun, and trained professionals are going to target you. So… Your gun was useless. And it distracted from the real threat. Congratulations, you were worse than useless.

I’ve gotten reports on my phone because my college campus is all about safety, thank goodness, and I can remember that I received at least three reports of shots fired in my area. And we had to avoid the areas. Those that fired shots may not have necessarily been trying to shoot somebody – it may have been an accident – but everyone knows that guns are deadly. There’s a reason why my dad keeps his gun in a safe, hidden away.

So, how do we stop potential mass shootings?

Well, what if I told you that putting increased restrictions on guns may help. And before you go “guns don’t kill people, people kill people,” remember why my dad might keep his gun in a safe. Remember why police will go after you if you have a gun during a public shooting and not the people around you. Guns help people kill more people efficiently; that’s the purpose of many guns at this point. And yeah, if a criminal is determined enough, they could probably find a way to skirt around laws and get a gun. But gun control laws we as a people could establish would make it so much harder for the common criminal to do so. It could easily deter a lot of mass shootings, and would help police determine who the shooter is with less guns among the populace, both during the shooting and possibly after.

What would these gun control laws look like? Well, we could get off our high horse and look at other country’s examples, like those of Britain and Australia. Yeah, they’ve had some mass shootings, but I don’t think they’ve had two mass shootings in under two months. Or even multiple mass shootings in under a decade. There’s a solution here, America. And I grieve for those who have been directly affected by these mass shootings. But my thoughts and prayers go directly into hoping that Congress will act to prevent these shootings from happening so frequently. And there are some things us common people can do. Call your senators and representatives and tell them the solution to this problem. When you vote, make sure the candidate you vote for is against mass shootings and wants to stop them. Hope is good; thoughts and prayers are okay; but action is the only thing that will do anything about this issue. Imagine a world where we didn’t have to give thoughts and prayers every couple of months.

At this point, I don’t understand how gun control wouldn’t help us all.

BTS’ Reaction To You Being Best Friends Before Bighit Then Seeing You For The First Time In Years♡ (Requested)

Note: I’m sorry my imagines have been so long lately I keep getting into too much detail they’re basically mini fanfics not even imagines anymore lol

Kim Seokjin

You and Jin had been friends since your first day of school. For years and years you saw each other every single day, at school and on weekends, even holidays. You could tell him anything and everything and he could do the same with you. Until one day, Jin had come running round to your house squealing about being accepted into some entertainment company, which meant he had to leave Anyang and move to Seoul. You could remember the overwhelming proud feeling that came over your body and you had never been so happy for Jin. You knew that Jin had been working so hard for this for years and he finally got it. Seoul wasn’t too far away from Anyang, but you were also starting University in Busan to practice medicine and probably wouldn’t have the money or time to visit him, so when he left, you made sure to say goodbye as if it was the last time you would see him. And it was. For five years. You did try to keep in touch but the hours of your classes horribly matched the hours of his practices. As the years went past, you saw Jin and his group, BTS, grow more and more popular. You saw their music videos on T.V, their posters in the streets and heard their music on the radio. Then you finally moved to Seoul and became a doctor. On one of your days off, you decided to take a walk to a cafe some of your co-workers had told you about. So you walked in, grateful to be out of the cold, winter air and into a warm cozy coffee shop. Once you ordered your drink, you waited in the waiting area and looked through your phone while it was getting made. They called your name and you took your drink and headed for the door, as you didn’t want to stay too long so you could go back home and catch up on all of your lost sleep as you had been on call for a few days. But just before you opened the door, you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N?” A voice that you could never forget said behind you. You froze for what felt like forever but was only a second. You turned around and a much taller, clear-skinned, adult looking Jin was standing in front of you. Your eyes widened and the biggest smile broke out onto your face just before you jumped up and wrapped your arms around Jin’s neck. You were careful not to spill your drink even though it had a lid on it and felt Jin return your embrace. “Oh my God, I thought I’d never see you again.” He said, you could actually hear the smile in his voice. “You even smell the same.” He laughed as you joined him. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much Jin.” You smiled sweetly. You both pulled away from each other and smiled. “So, are you a doctor yet?” Jin asked with excitement in his voice. You nodded. “Yup. Are you an idol yet?” You asked sarcastically and just as Jin was about to answer, a guy came up behind him. “Jin-hyung, who is this lovely lady?” The guy asked with a small smirk on his face as he leaned on Jin’s shoulder. “Oh, Namjoon, this is Y/N, my old friend from Anyang. Y/N, this is one of my hyungs from the group.” Jin introduced you to the guy. You watched Namjoon’s mouth form an ‘O’ shape. “Ooohhh, so this is Y/N. We’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N.” Namjoon smiled. Jin hit him on the shoulder, making you chuckle. “Well it’s great to meet you, Namjoon.” You said kindly. “Listen, Y/N, we have to go back to the studio, but we need to meet up okay? Here’s my number.” Jin said frantically as he pulled and pen out from his pocket and grabbed one of the napkins that Namjoon carried along with a few other drinks. Jin wrote his number and handed it to you with a wide smile. You took it and put it in your jacket pocket. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. We’ll meet soon.” Jin smiled and he left a kiss on your right cheek. You slightly blushed and Namjoon and Jin walked through the door. You were slightly stunned at Jin’s actions. He had definitely gotten more confident since you last saw him. You quickly ran out of the door and shouted at Jin as he was a little bit further down the road. “Jin!” You shouted. He turned around and raised his eyebrows. “I’m so proud of you, you’ve done well Jinnie.” You said, calling him the name you used to call him when you two were kids. He smiled and blew a dramatic kiss your way, making you giggle at his new witty-ness. You had missed Jin, but you really liked his new, more confident self too. And God, you could not wait to see more of it.

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Min Yoongi

You and Yoongi had been best friends literally since you were born. Both of your mothers were best friends before either of you were born. Yoongi was exactly one year older than you. You were both born on the 9th of march, he was born in 1993 and you were born in 1994. He hated you from the moment you were born, because whenever it was his birthday, his mum and yours would always make you have joined birthday parties. He always said he hated you, but he even knew himself that he loved you. As you both got older, Yoongi’s ‘hatred’ towards you died down and his love for you grew, as did yours for him and you both became best friends. You and Yoongi both developed the same passion for music and you were the one to first show him how to play piano. You watched him fall in love with it and watched his dreams grow. Soon enough, you were watching him leave for Seoul, as he had nailed an audition for a new music group. You remembered your last night together. You both stayed up all night talking about the future and that once Yoongi was a successful rapper, he would come back for you. After he left, you focused all of your energy and attention on your own music to distract yourself from this ‘loss’. You produced your own music and soon became pretty well known online from posting your own original songs online. Then one day a company based in Busan reached out to you. You jumped at the chance, hardly thinking through any of it. And by the time you realised that you hated the way the company treated you and that this wasn’t what you wanted, it was almost too late. You managed to get yourself dropped from the label, by doing things that would ruin their pristine reputation like getting the tattoos you had always wanted, writing less ‘pop’ music and more of your own hip-hop inspired music. Eventually, you made your way over to America. You wrote all the music you always wanted to write and got signed by an American company. You became a massive success, as you were one of the only Kpop artists signed with them. Your success blew up all over the globe and you gained a somewhat ‘reckless’ reputation for yourself, but nevertheless you were loved by millions. You were one of the most known female rappers out there. You were still based in South Korea though. But throughout all of that, you still kept your eye on Yoongi. You watched as his group grew and your heart couldn’t be more proud and you really did love the music the boys made together. You tried to reach out once, but he didn’t have the same number as before number. You were almost convinced that Yoongi had completely forgotten about you. Then one day, you found yourself at the Mama Awards. You were nominated and won many awards and you still couldn’t wrap your head around how you had gotten so far in only five years. You watched people get awarded and cheered for all of your friends that won. The next award to be awarded was the artist of the year. You watched the nominees and one stood out to you. It was BTS, you hadn’t seen Yoongi in years, but when his face flashed across the screen with his other members, you thought you recognised it. Then when BTS’ name was called, you couldn’t help but let tears fill your eyes. You hands covered your mouth and cheers filled the arena and you watched the screens that showed the shock on BTS’ faces. You watched as all of the boys hugged each other then made their way onto the stage. You felt tears run down your cheeks and when your friends asked you what was wrong all you could do was shake your head because you didn’t trust your voice. When they all got up on stage, the leader of the group you knew as Rap Monster made a speech and it just made you more emotional. But what tore your heart the most, was when you saw Yoongi. You saw him looking out at the crowd and scanning them with wide eyes. And when he finally found you, you saw him burst into tears and turn away, only to be comforted by J-hope. He cried into his hands as Rap Monster finished off his speech. And just when you thought they were about to thank everyone one last time, Yoongi made his way to the microphone. “And I personally, would also really love to thank the person that made me who I am today, the person that believed in me when everyone else didn’t. Thank you, Y/N. I will always be thankful to you.” You heard Yoongi’s voice slightly break at the end of his sentence and thats when you let out a choked sob. You knew that by Yoongi thanking you on stage rumours would fly by tomorrow morning, but that was the least of our worries. The boys walked off stage and that’s when the show went to commercial break. You took this moment to see if you could make your way backstage. You left your seat with out any explanation and were almost running to backstage. When you got there, a massive security guard stopped you and said you could only go back there once you had won an award and as you were arguing with him, you heard your name. “Y/N!” You looked behind the security guard and saw Yoongi’s tear stained face. You pushed the security guards arm and ran towards Yoongi. He opened his arms and you finally felt him in yours. “Thank you, thank you so much Y/N.” Yoongi wept into your shoulder. You rubbed his back and tried to control your sobs. You pulled away and wiped his tears. “You did this all by yourself, Yoongi.” You smiled. He let his perfect smile show on his face and you realised how much you missed him. “I’m never letting you go again. I don’t care how busy we are I’m keeping you as my best friend.” You chuckled. Yoongi joined you and sniffled. “Come on, I want you to meet the boys…”

Originally posted by starnsunshine

Kim Namjoon

You and Namjoon met when you were both nine years old. You moved to Ilsan-gu from Yeoju because of your fathers job. You moved around a lot but this time you were here to stay. Namjoon was assigned to help you around on your first day of school and from that moment on, he was your best friend. Your personalities simply clicked. Namjoon was always much smarter than you, so he also helped you with your studies. But as you both grew, you saw Namjoon develop an interest in music and more specifically, rapping. You were the first person who saw him rap and you watched his progress. And the day he told you that the audition he did for a music company got him into a group, you were over the moon. He had to move to Seoul but that was no problem as Ilsan-gu was right next to it. And the two of you would have stayed just as close with each other as you were in school, if you hadn’t moved to America to continue your studies in one of the Ivy League Universities. It was all thanks to Namjoon as he was the one that helped you in school. The day that the both of you said goodbye was the day you had to leave for America. You stayed with him in Seoul for a night reminiscing about the past. You both promised to keep in touch everyday, adapting to the time difference. You both would have kept that promise, if Namjoon’s group didn’t get so big so fast and you didn’t have your life consumed with studies. After about a year, it got to the point where you hadn’t talked in months and whenever you tried to, it took either of you days to reply and even a few weeks. You understood though, because by the time you were graduating, BTS had made it big time, even in America. After you graduated, you moved back to South Korea. You decided that you would visit Namjoon’s family, as you were not only close with Namjoon himself, but his family was like your second family. You decided to surprise them as you hadn’t seen them in four years. You rang the doorbell and Namjoon’s mother answered the door. “Oh Y/N! You’re back so soon? This is such a surprise we’ve all missed you so much!” Namjoon’s mother exclaimed as she embraced you. By ‘we’ you assumed she meant herself and Namjoon’s younger sister, Kim Geong Min. She invited you in and took you to the living room. “This is such perfect timing.” She said. You were confused by her statement but went along with her. When you entered the living room, Namjoon was sitting on the couch talking with his sister. Your eyes widened in surprise and as soon as Namjoon’s eyes landed on you, he jumped up and ran over to you. He almost toppled you over from the love filled hug he gave you. You watched as his mother and sister both left the room, probably to give you two some time. “Y/N I can’t believe your actually here. How are you here? Why are you here?” Namjoon pulled away from you and fired all of the these questions at you, making you laugh. “Calm down Namjoon, come on, let’s talk.” You reached for his hand, which he gladly took and you lead him to the door. The two of you went on a walk and caught up. You heard about all of the amazing things that he’s done, same with you. In that moment, you realised just how much you missed him and swore to yourself that you would never let him go again.

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Park Jimin

You and Jimin were best friends since you both went into high school. Jimin was never into sports or math or science, he was more creative than the other guys in your school. So you assumed that’s why you both got on so well. As you two grew older, you felt yourself develop feelings for Jimin, more than friendly. You would never tell anyone because you were afraid that you might ruin what friendship you already had. You would never have gotten a chance anyway, as Jimin’s parents were dead set on getting Jimin to date another girl in your year, Soo Jung. Although Jimin would always tell you he hated his parents doing this, you thought that you could see Jimin liking Soo Jung. What wasn’t to like? You felt bad for hating her as she was genuinely nice but you couldn’t help the jealousy taking over you. By the time you both finished school, you were just as close as you were the first day you met each other, however his parents were successful and Jimin and Soo Jung were dating. You ended up getting along really well with Soo Jung and the three of you became best friends. Then the day that Jimin found out BigHit accepted him, he told you first and you couldn’t have been happier for him. You both jumped and squealed and hugged as you congratulated him. He deserved every ounce of your praise because he had worked so hard for this. But when he told Soo Jung, her dark side showed and she shouted about how he would have to move away and leave her. She broke Jimin’s heart and of course, you were there to mend it. And on his last night, you made sure to try your best to help distract him from the aching pain you assumed was in his heart. Then the next morning, when you woke up a little bit before him, you looked at him for a little bit, taking one last look at your best friend in the whole world before he left for his dream. And you waved to him as he left on the train, tears streaming down both of your faces. Time passed and you both tried your hardest to keep in touch. And you did, for about a year. Then it became more spread out as Jimin and his group got bigger. And bigger. And bigger. To the point where you were seeing him and his members everywhere. Your were so proud of him, but you couldn’t help the ache that came along with it. Then it got to a point where you didn’t talk at all, and you thought that Jimin forgot about you. But it was okay, because he was doing what he loved. Then one day, you decided to go to Seoul by yourself. You felt like you had stayed at home for too long and wanted to see more of your beautiful country, so what better way to start than the capital? You weren’t expecting to see Jimin as you understood how busy he was, and he probably wasn’t even in the country. You had been in Seoul for a few days, when one day you were walking through the streets just observing and appreciating the beauty of this city. People walked past you and cars drove by you. But one vehicle, a van, drove past you and then a few seconds later pulled up to the curb. You thought it was rather strange because of how busy the roads were, but you continued looking around you. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone get out of the car. They had blonde hair and you could tell they were wearing very expensive clothes, even from kind of far away. They just stood and looked in your direction, before they slowly started walking towards you. You squinted your eyes to see if you could see their face better. Then it clicked. It was him. You stopped dead in your tracks, completely in awe of him and how much he had changed, so much that you couldn’t even recognise him. Then you conscience kicked in and you started walking quickly towards him. He quickened his pace and in no time, he was standing right in front of you. Neither of you said anything, you just looked at each other. Then tears started to brim your eyes. Your eye brows frowned and your lip quivered. You watched Jimin’s eyes look all over your face and his eyes became watery too. You leaned in slowly and wrapped you arms around him, holding him tight. It took him a few seconds, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you and you heard a few held back sobs escape from his mouth. “Y-Y/N…” Jimin tried to start a sentence but he couldn’t even do that. “You don’t have to say anything, Jimin.” You replied. He held you even tighter and you both stood right in the middle of the sidewalk in the city for about two full minutes until you let go and so did he. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I feel s-so bad for not keeping in touch it’s j-just that BTS got so big and-” You cut him off before he could apologise any more. “No, Jimin you’re not going to apologise for chasing your dreams and actually achieving them. You’ve worked so hard and you deserve every minute of it.” You smiled. He smiled back and brought his hands up to wipe away his tears. You chuckled to yourself. “What? Are you laughing at me crying?” Jimin gave a laugh of pity for himself. You shook your head. “No, you still have your cute little hands.” You chuckled as you held one. Jimin laughed and snatched his hand back. “You haven’t seen me in like five years, and now you start bullying me? Nice, you haven’t changed a bit.” Jimin shot back. You were both laughing with each other and it truly felt like old times. Then Jimin looked back at the van he got out of. “Hey, I better go back to the van, I can’t just leave them at the side of the road.” Jimin explained. You nodded your head as your understood where he was coming from. You both bid each other goodbye and you felt that hole in your chest reappear even though you hadn’t noticed that it filled up in the first place. You watched Jimin walk away and get into the car, and you were just about to walk away yourself when his head poked out of the car and shouted your name. You looked back at him and he waved you over. You quickly walked over to him and once you were there, you saw all the other members in the vehicle. “If you’re not doing anything, come with us. We’re just going back to the dorm so we’re free for the rest of the day.” Jimin smiled. He looked excited and you always remembered that when he was excited, you could never deny him anything. “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude…” You said, motioning towards the other members. “Uh, actually it was our idea.” One of them, who you believed to be V, smiled. You smiled back as Jimin sat back in his seat and patted the one next to him. Just the look of his smile made you smile in return, so you did what he said. You got in the van and shut the door. Soon enough the car was taking you to wherever their dorm was. “I guess I should tell you what I should’ve when I left.” Jimin whispered in your eyes. You looked at him, expecting him to continue. He took your hand and leaned back into your ear. “I never really loved Soo Jung, it was always you.”

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Jung Hoseok

Hoseok was two years older than you, but you still met in school. It was when you were seven and he was nine. A few kids were picking on you, making you cry when Hoseok came over and got rid of them all. Then he spent the rest of his lunch time cheering you up and making you laugh until it hurt. And surprisingly, it stayed that way right up until he left. He would always make you laugh whenever you were sad and knew exactly how to cheer you up. You became best friends, even when he left high school. Sometimes he got picked on for hanging out with someone two years younger than him, but he never cared what other people thought about him. He taught you a lot, most of what you know today. And through out all of your years of friendship Hoseok had seen you cry more than enough times, but he never minded, but you had never seen him cry. Only once, which was the night before he had to leave. He told you how excited he was for this opportunity to do everything he had every loved, but he hated to leave his family and you. You kept reminding him that you would always miss him, but he had to do this because he would only get this opportunity once. So he left, to do what he loved and you would never want it any other way. Years went by and you slowly stopped talking, but you supported him and his group more than anything. You bought their music, watched their videos and voted for them at award shows. Every time they would win an award you would cry more than the boys themselves since you were so proud. You also visited Hoseok’s mum and dad a lot, as you were close with them too. You had stayed at home, working, so that you could save up enough money to travel the world when one day, your parents came home and claimed they had a surprise. It was strange since this never really happened and it wasn’t near your birthday. When they handed you a train ticket and a concert ticket, you were confused until you read where to and who to see. You almost hit the ceiling you were so excited. You were going all the way to Seoul and finally seeing Hoseok on a stage being loved by thousands of fans, just like what you wanted for Hoseok because that’s all he ever wanted. To love and be loved. Within the next week, you were in Seoul and in the venue BTS was playing in, waiting on BTS to come on stage. Your parents got you an incredible ticket, standing. So you waited in line for hours just so you could get to the front. Then you waited some more, for BTS to come on stage, but you didn’t mind if you got to see Hoseok for the first time in years. You had tried to reach out to him before, but he was simply just too busy. He was touring all over the world and in the studio and practicing so you were very understanding about the fact that you couldn’t just meet up with him. Plus, you sort of preferred it this way, because this way you would get to see him in his element. And when the lights dimmed and the screams became so loud you thought your ear drums might burst, your smile became wider and your heart was so proud you felt like it could burst. You watched him and his hyungs perform and you saw how close they had gotten, which made you feel happy knowing that he had some people he could be close with. Hoseok didn’t notice you the whole night, but you didn’t care because you got to see him. Then it came to the last song. EPILOGUE: Young Forever. This was one of your favourite BTS songs, because it made you feel like everyone was connected. Towards the end of the song, when the crowd was singing the chorus back to the boys, they walked all around the stage. Your eyes were on Hoseok the whole time. You watched as he walked over to your side for the first time that night. His eyes scanned the crowd and he smiled at everyone. Then his eyes came into contact with your for a split second then he moved onto the next person. But not too long after that, his eyes frantically searched for yours again and when he found them. He dropped to his knees and put his hands up to his eyes. You felt your eyes fill with tears, as you really did think that he had forgotten about you. But this showed that he missed you just as much as he missed you. He looked up and his tear stained eyes matched your red puffy ones. You saw him smile and then walk to the edge of the stage and jump down. The crowd behind you went insane and they all pushed forward against you, pushing you further into the railing, but you didn’t care as Hoseok was right in front of you. He walked towards you and his security stayed close behind him. He leaned into one of them and said something in his ear. The security guard came up to you and then helped you over the railing. The screams of the crowd behind you got slightly quieter, as they were confused as to what was happening. You got out of the crowd and not even a second later, Hoseok had his arms around you. You chuckled and hugged him back. The boys were still continuing on stage, but now they were all watching Hoseok and wondering why he went off stage. “You’re here.” Hoseok cried into your neck. He pulled back and wiped his eyes. “All of this,” He motioned to the audience, “Would never have happened if you weren’t so supportive of me. Thank you.” You let the tears fall from your eyes as there was not point in holding them back. “Don’t be silly Hoseok, you did this all by yourself. You never needed me.” You reassured, and you really did think that. Hoseok was one of the strongest people you knew. “Maybe,” Hoseok nodded. “But I do need you now.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Kim Taehyung

You and Tae met when Tae took his first dance class. You had been dancing for a while, but Tae has just started. You would be paired up with each other, so you could help him out. And at first, you two would only see each other at dance class. But then you became friendly and started hanging out. You helped him with his audition for BigHit and the day he heard the news that he got it, he said he would dedicate every award he won to you. Back then you just laughed and helped him prepare to leave. You really did keep in touch for a while, facetiming everyday. But facetiming turned into quick calls and quick calls turned into texts and texts turned into nothing at all. You weren’t complaining too much though, because you were just happy that Taehyung got his dream in the first place. And the very first award they won, Taehyung thanked you. You remembered crying because you were just so proud of him. Every single award they won after that, he dedicated to his family, his hyungs and you only. While he was away, you saved up enough money to open your own dance studio, where people of any age could come and learn to dance. You became pretty known in your area and your business was doing great. Then one night, when you stayed a little later to work on a piece of choreography you had been planning for a class you heard the door to your studio open. With out looking, you let the person know that you were closed. “Sorry, we’re closed for the night. You can come back again tomorrow.” You were sat on the floor writing in your journal, planning and doing some other things for the studio too. “Not even for me?” The person said. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and looked up at the person. In front of you, you saw Taehyung standing there, looking better than you had ever seen him before. You let out a gasp before you jumped up and ran into his arms. He picked you up and hugged you tight. “Oh Y/N, I’ve missed yo so much.” He sighed and he placed you back down on the floor. “What are you doing here? Are you not supposed to be on tour?” You questioned with a big smile on your face. “We got given a little time off for our personal lives. So I came to see you and your studio I’ve been hearing so much about from your parents.” Tae explained. “You went to see my parents before me?” You chuckled. “Of course, I wanted to see everyone.” Taehyung laughed back. You pulled him in for another hug. “Oh Tae, I’ve missed you so much, I’m so proud of you. And thank you for keeping your promise you really don’t have to.” You smiled to yourself, thinking about all the dedications. “Of course I do Y/N, it’s all thanks to you.” He pulled away and left a light kiss on your forehead. Since you last saw him, Taehyung had become more affectionate. And you weren’t complaining. It felt good to see him grown and be his own person.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Jeon Jungkook

You and Jungkook were friends ever since he was born. You were older than him by two years. Your parents were friends and you ended up becoming neighbours. You loved Jungkook, especially because you were an only child and you always wanted a little brother. You used to dress him and yourself up in different costumes and perform shows in front of your parents. You would dance, sing and act. You both loved it. Then, when Jungkook got to school, he would always hang around you. You became protective of him, so whenever one of the kids at school would pick on him you stand up for him since he was usually so quiet. Then, when you and your friends moved up to high school and had to leave Jungkook behind, he would come over to your house everyday and tell you everything that happened up until he finally joined you. You had grown apart from all of your old friends, and never really had the chance to make new ones because you were so busy with dance classes and during lunch, you would go to the music department and eat with your favourite teacher. When Jungkook came up to the school, he joined you both and it was better than having a massive group of friends like the other kids had. But you only had a short amount of time in that school before you left again for University. Luckily, you were staying at home and attending one in Busan so you could still see Jungkook everyday and help him with school work and his own dance classes. He also became really close with your mother and father, almost like they were his second parents. The two of you became inseparable, and slowly but surely, your feelings towards Jungkook got stronger, and you no longer loved him like a brother. You knew that changed as soon as he got into high school. What you didn’t know, is that he felt the exact same way. But he never looked at you as a sister, he always had a crush on you but when he got into high school, his crush developed into something more. You never told each other though, because you were scared of what it might do to the friendship you already had.  And before you knew it, Jungkook’s dancing took off and he went all the way to America to practice his dancing. You missed him so much but felt so proud your heart could explode. Then when he came back, he told you about BigHit, and how he would have to move to Seoul. You cried when he told you but not because you didn’t want him to leave, because you were so proud of him. So when he moved, he spoke to you constantly, every single day. He would complain about how he couldn’t make any friends and you really wanted to go all the way to Seoul just to hug him. But as time went on, he updated you about the friends he had finally made and the success of them. You kept in touch for as long as you could, from talking everyday when he first debuted to sending a text once or twice a week in the present. You didn’t mind because you still saw him everywhere, plastered all over your town. He was treasured by many. As time went on, your mother became very ill. You found out she had cancer and decided to quit school to stay home and look after her, as your father was busy owning your family’s duck meat restaurant. After about eight months of your mother being diagnosed, she passed away. You lost everything. Even your passion for dancing. You never liked the things you used to and it completely tore you apart. It was just you and your father now. So you would help in the restaurant. A few weeks after your mother’s death, you were helping your father in the restaurant when he told you that you could go home early since you looked tired. You were, extremely tired because since your mother died you hadn’t been getting much sleep at all so you took this rare chance you had to go home and try to rest. You got home and dumped your bag at the door. You let out a sigh of despair and felt yourself well up with tears. You hated the silence of the house because usually it was filled with something of your mother, like the music she would listen to or the smell of her food. This happened pretty often, random breakdowns. You started to sob and thought you would at least sit down, so you made your way to the living room with tears running down your face and the occasional sob escaping your mouth. When you entered the living room, a boy stood in the middle of the room looking right at you with despair in his eyes as well. At first you were shocked, but then you looked him up and down and you couldn’t believe you didn’t recognise him. Jungkook eyebrows were frowned and there were tears threatening to fall from his glossy eyes. He didn’t say anything; he just opened his arms, inviting you in. That action alone was enough to make you completely loose it. You started to weep as you quickly walked into his arms and let your cheek lay against his chest. He held you and stroked your head as you sobbed into him. He didn’t even have to say anything, you could feel the sorrow radiating off of him. Now, instead of you looking after him, it was his turn to look after you.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

doodleboots  asked:

You said your house was haunted by "parakeets and Amish Satan" EXPLAIN

…I don’t remember posting about that on here omfg how deep in my personal tag are you? 😂 Those are two different stories so this is probably gonna be long.

Alright, so I was always that freaky little ‘I see dead people’ shithead when I was a kid. You know, that asshole kid that gives detailed descriptions of relatives that died before they were born and says they see them on the ceiling or some shit? That was me. Important to the stories. I’ll start with the parakeets.

Okay, so when I was like…Maybe 5 or 6, I really wanted to get a pet. We had a dog, but I was not the dog’s favorite person, and I was in that whole ‘I wanna prove I’m responsible’ stage of childhood, so I ambushed my parents with the pet question when we were out to dinner. (Which was a strategic move, as I knew all the waiters at the restaurant liked me and would maybe throw in a pity “Aww, get the girl a pet” comment as a guilt trip if they over heard the conversation. It totally worked lmao)

So, after a long debate about animals, my parents decided to get me parakeets. Which, I had not been aiming for (I wanted something cuddly, and I like birds in theory, not in practice) but I was not in a position for arguing when I was about to get a pet, so I agreed and we headed off to PetSmart and got two birds.

Now, over the course of my childhood, I only had three birds- Blueberry, Banana, and Snowcap. You can probably figure out what they looked like, I was not the most creative child. So, in our old house, which was, frankly, a better house, they had a great life! We kept them in the living room, right next to the huge glass doors that lead to the backyard so they got a lot of sunlight and fresh air, we were great about cleaning up their feathers, they didn’t feel attention starved so they weren’t too loud or annoying. It was great.

Then we moved to our current house, and that’s where it starts getting complicated.

See, my mom and I were both on a depression battle, and if you know anything about that, it made it very hard for us to do things. Energy wasn’t there. So while we were obviously still feeding the birds and everything, we definitely let the cage get messy and stopped cleaning up feathers. We had them on the bay window in my living room, so it looked like a mess, which really pissed my Aunt Gail off. Gail was a psycho bitch, for reference, but she had moved in with us to help pay bills and insisted the birds were taken out of the living room, which I wasn’t really down with, but I also wasn’t down with her locking me in a closet, so I listened to her. So Blueberry and Snowcap got banished to the computer room, where there was very little light, always loud music playing, and barely any attention for them. I remember they’d get so loud and we’d just throw a sheet over the cage or turn the lights off or yell for them to shut up. As it stands now, I realize we definitely ended up mistreating the birds, and I feel incredibly guilty about that, but as a little kid with very little patience and a fear of birds, who was mostly following her mother and aunt’s actions, I didn’t understand. I got pretty detached from them because of where I was mentally, and I remember when they both died (separately- Blueberry held on for a while, so she was sadly alone for a while), I like, forced all emotion about it away and just didn’t focus on it. Do you know what I mean? I was pretending like I wasn’t effected, like it was a non-issue, and like tbh I didn’t even let myself focus on how effed up that is until a couple years ago. But that was just the headspace I was in.

Okay, so anyway, birds: I always hear them outside my window during the day, chirping up a storm, but at night? It’s usually dead silent, with the occasional hoot from an owl who’s literally only there to make me think about the movie “The Fourth Kind” in the middle of the night. Fuck that owl, I don’t want to think about that movie.

Sometimes, though, when I’m having an Insomniac Episode ™ , I’ll be in the computer room (there’s no wifi in my house, we’re still in the 90′s) late at night, messing around, and for a short amount of time I’ll hear birds, like, screeching. And I never really thought much about it, because like, nature can do whatever it wants, but it started getting a little odd. Like, I’d leave the computer room to go downstairs for a bit, and I’d hear absolutely nothing. Dead silence, even though the kitchen is directly below it and thus has the same trees, or even if I leave the door open, it’s just quiet. But the second I step off the step and into the room, it starts back up. Weird, right? I started feeling really eerie about it, and started purposefully leaving the computer room whenever it started up.

And then, that lead me to noticing when it started up…It was always at 3:00am to 4:00 am. Which is, you know, The Witching Hour. The Ghost Hour. The Demon Hour. Plenty of names, but all the same concept. Any self-respecting paranormal fucker knows that things get weird at 3:00 am. The veil’s a little thinner then.

And that in itself freaked me out, but I always feel pretty freaked out at that time anyway, because as mentioned, I’m That Asshole Kid who hears disembodied voices and sees things out of the corner of my eye and always feels like something is right behind me. That’s only gotten better and worse with age in different ways- but anyway, while the bird stuff was freaking me out, I had yet to put together what it was, because frankly I’m just a wimp and I thought it was overall anxiety making me hear things.

So then, a little under a year ago, I’m watching some show about the paranormal and animals, and some dude is recounting a story about a ghost cat or something, and I remember being like…what the fuck, animals can be ghosts? What? Because that’s not something that ever occurred to me before, and not something I had heard of. And the guy went on to say something like if the animals were mistreated in life, they have as much chance to come back as a person-ghost who died tragically or something. And I just like, had a flash, of realizing how we had definitely mistreated the birds, and how I only hear screaming birds in their room, at 3:00 am, and it was just sort of an “everything clicked together moment”, and I was like, shit. I’m being haunted by my old pet parakeets.

I still hear them all the time, but I mean, I’m not turning out lights or telling them to shut up anymore, because honestly? They definitely have a reason to complain and make their voices heard over that. Like, if they need to let out frustration from beyond the grave, they definitely have my attention.

Okay, on to Amish Satan.

So in…Fifth grade, my class took a field trip to Lancaster, to tour some old coal mines and see some donkeys and stuff. It was nothing special, honestly, but it was a fun trip. So anyway, they had a little gift shop the let us go into because what’s a field trip without souvenirs? And they were mostly selling coal related stuff- I’ve got a little statue of a mouse made out of coal on my nightstand that I got there. But they were also selling these little Amish dolls, right? So as a young girl with a great love for dolls (I used to have a huge collection of all kinds), obviously I had to get one.

So I picked out a guy doll because I loved the shade of blue they used for his shirt, he had little black suspenders and a black hat, it was cute. Paid the store owner, got on the bus with my new little friend to head home.

(Completely unrelated to the story, but back then I was anime trash and decided to name this poor thing Kiyo after the main character from Zatch Bell lmao)

So anyway, on the bus home, I started getting slightly…unsettled by the fact he didn’t have a face. Like, it didn’t bother me when I bought him, but now it was starting to really freak me out. I kept asking the teachers why Amish dolls didn’t have faces, but no one had answers for me, which was frustrating, because I thought if I could understand the reasoning, it wouldn’t freak me out as much.

I was starting to regret buying it, but when we got back to school, my friend Rachel whipped out a sharpie and said “It’s yours anyway, just give him a face yourself!” which sounded like a relatively good idea. I drew the least intimidating face I could- two simple big eyes, point for a nose, big goofy smile with his tongue sticking out. It’s cute and dumb. Seriously, I still have the doll, you don’t look at this thing and think “Satan” at all.

So, me and my friends played with this doll all the time. We’d use to make him do tricks and flip him around and stuff- I remember one year we accidentally got him stuck on the Christmas tree and left him up there with all the decorations because we thought it was the funniest thing ever. This was like our go-to doll. We loved the thing. And sure, I’d have a weird experience every now and then, but I had absolutely no reason to think it was connected to the doll, because the things weren’t that out-of-ordinary for me.

So, in sixth grade, I had to start going to this free children’s hospital in the city called Shriners, and there were always a lot of Amish people there, because it was free and they have higher risks for birth defects and problems. And I was a super shy child, but at the same time I didn’t want to sit quietly in a waiting room for a millions years, so I’d usually quietly bond with a kid over some of the toys the waiting room had out, or if I was just reading I’d still make a point to smile politely at everyone I made eye contact with. The adults always seemed suspicious of me, but I figured it was just a whole ‘Amish vs The English’ thing, or because my health problems were a lot less physically obvious than their children’s and they were upset about that. It made me feel uncomfortable, but it was nothing serious.

Except one day, I was making small talk with one family and the little girl had a doll out, and I just said something like “Oh I have one of those dolls! It has a face on it though.” And her mother got all wide eyed and dragged her kids to the other side of the room while talking in their language (I don’t know the name of it) and I was just like???? Oh shit what did I do??? Like it was strange omg.

So anyway, time goes on. I get older, I stop playing with dolls, and actually end up selling or trashing most of them. I kept the Amish doll around though, but it wasn’t like me and my friends were playing with him every day anymore. He was just there. Something inside of me couldn’t bear to get rid of him, but I wasn’t doing anything with him either.

And after a while, it started to feel weird. Like…uncomfortable. Sort of a ‘why don’t you play with me anymore’ vibe, which sounded so stupid, because I was in high school at this point, I could not justify thinking an old toy was sad. This isn’t fucking Toy Story, you know? (Incidentally, while I love the Toy Story films, they’re also lowkey my worst nightmares).

I remember edging around him. Like, he still has the same dumb, cutesy face drawn on, but something was making me uncomfortable to be around him. I felt watched and guilty and nervous. At some point he ended up on the staircase leading to my computer room, just laying there for a couple years. Neither me or my mom ever bothered to touch him.

Okay, so then I go away for my only semester of college, and one day I was in the group chat with my friends and we were talking about creepy things that have happened to us. And I brought up this doll, and they were kinda interested and I remember saying “Watch me come home for break and he’s not gonna be wear I left him” as a joke.

I get home from break…Guess who’s not fucking on the steps like he’d been for the past 3 years?

I was cracking up, I remember texting my friend Zoe who started freaking out, but I was like “Okay, creepy coincidence, but obviously my mom must’ve just moved him or thrown him out”.

…Except my mom had no idea what I was talking about. She had no memory of this doll, let alone walking past it all the time for three years while it sat on the steps. She swore she didn’t move it.

So I was like…okay,

So then I’m back home officially and I still can’t find it. I searched everywhere- not even because I wanted the doll, just because not knowing where it was was making me feel even more nervous and anxious than having to tip-toe around it. I had random scary thoughts pop up in my head of it appearing in my room suddenly, or moving on it’s own. I was really freaking myself out- being paranoid is what I’m best at.

Okay, at some point down the line, one day I’m on my couch just flicking through channels, and I come across a marathon of a show called “Amish Haunting” (Honestly, check it out if you like ghost shows, it’s pretty cool). The episode that happens to be playing is feature a segment called “The Faceless Doll” and the paranormal experience that family had when an English neighbor gave their young daughter a doll with a face. Shit got fucked up for this family. Real shit guys.

They explained within the episode that the reason for faceless dolls is because the Amish believe that fake faces- like on dolls, in photographs, what have you- are an invitation for the Devil into your home. They believe he can use the fake eyes to see into your life and watch you and grow stronger and mess you up, basically. So, when 10 year old Molly drew that face on, not only was she accidentally disrespecting the Amish’s beliefs, she was basically unwittingly inviting Satan into her house, and then using him as a best play mate with her two other Catholic School Girl friends. Iconic.

I have since found the doll- mind you, in a place where he literally never should have been- but things seem…Calmer? I do occasionally feel a little watched, but honestly I feel like now that I’m aware my doll is potentially housing Satan, we’re on better terms? Allegedly a couple of my friends have had weird experiences after insulting him, but I wasn’t around so I can’t confirm or deny. Like, I definitely still get creeped out by him, but not as much, and I don’t feel a weird sad aura around the doll anymore.

So, now I’m just kinda hoping we stay on these chill mutual grounds and I don’t, like, get possessed or anything. But yeah, that’s the story of Amish Satan, you just gotta be a little respectful with him.

Most to Least Childish of the Signs

(This is purely based on archetypes, but I suppose you should check your sun/moon sign as those relate to CORE personality in my opinion! Also remember, a lot of these are based on underdeveloped traits of the archetypes.)

Aries: They’re impatient.. very volatile emotions.. very impulsive. Childish because they may be prone to throwing temper tantrums when they don’t get what they want… (probably more calm ones with age, but still big angry babies)

Cancer: They’re emotional… very sensitive to the slightest of hurtful words… CAUTION: may drown in own tears. Childish because they never learned that crying isn’t the way to get what you want in life… (I love Cancers tho so no hate.. I’ll go make you some warm milk)

Pisces: They’re naive… always trusting people who may have the worst intentions… don’t really know how to weigh the pros and cons of their decisions. Childish because they see the world through rose colored glasses… (NO, step away from the van filled with candy.. STOP talking to strangers!)

Libra: They’re fragile… tendency to let others walk all over them… bad at standing up for themselves. Childish because they don’t always know how to protect themselves against the world… (codependency in interpersonal relationships can be like parent and child!)

Scorpio: They’re needy… very manipulative when they feel neglected.. can’t stand feeling alone or unwanted. Childish because even if they try to hide it they require constant nurturing and care from loved ones… (another somewhat codependent vibe)

Leo: They’re selfish… don’t like to share the spotlight… very needy of attention and affection. Childish because they expect to have everybody’s eyes on them and to be adored… (not always very obviously displayed but there’s a vibe)

Sagittarius: They’re careless… very unaware of how their actions affect others… don’t mean to hurt people, but are just oblivious. Childish because they’re blunt and reckless like a kid running it’s mouth or knocking over valuable things… (can you say skinned knees!)

Taurus: They’re stubborn… very set in their ways.. very materialistic at times. Childish because they’d rather starve than eat their vegetables… (figuratively speaking.. although I’m sure some of you do this literally)

Gemini: They’re fickle… always changing their minds about things.. very curious about the world around them. Childish because they’re always sticking their noses where they don’t belong… (or just simply exploring new ideas like a baby crawlin’ around)

Aquarius: They’re rebellious… very unique and quirky… they don’t like authority much and it’s a big deal to them that they have their own identity. Childish because they tend to think they’re more different and special than everybody else… (probably more like a cool, edgy teen than a child honestly)

Virgo: They’re analytical… always cautious and perceptive… very aware of the world around them. Not childish because they’re usually pretty mature even when they’re younger… (that 5 year old that is smarter than you)

Capricorn: They’re practical… very thoughtful and steady types of people… logical and careful about their next move. Not childish because they’re often like tiny adults from a young age, similar to Virgo… (very future oriented little humans)

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Sleep With Me - Carl Gallagher Imagine


Got this idea and decided hey why not start writing Shameless imagines.  Let me know if you like it so I can decide when to start writing more imagines!


The cool summer night’s air blew your hair over your shoulders as a soft sigh escaped your lips.  Just like every other night of the week, it had been a tough shift at work. About a month ago, you had decided to get a job as a waitress at a local restaurant.  The pay was far from ideal and the treatment from many of the customers was horrendous, but you needed to support your family and waiting tables was the best job you could get as a high school student in Southside.

You stared straight ahead as you walked under the high school bleachers, taking your typical route to get home.  The purse on your arm was clutched tight to your side. You had lived in Southside your whole life, and had your fair share of encounters with drunks and criminals.

“Y/N…” A soft voice to your side caught you off guard, causing you to come to a halt and take a protective stance.  Once you realized who it was, your muscles relaxed, but the hard look on your face remained untouched.

It was Carl.  Carl Gallagher.  Neighbor Carl.  The Carl who had been your best friend until he went to prison and came back a “changed man”, not interested in hanging out with a “innocent girl” anymore.  The Carl you had secretly been in love with for years.  The Carl who left you heartbroken and alone.

“Carl,” you mumbled in response with a slight nod of the head, letting out a huff and continuing to walk.

“Y/N, please… I really need someone to talk to right now,” Carl sighed, stepping out from the darkness of the bleachers and taking a few steps in your direction.

This immediately caused you to spin around on your heel and cross your arms over your chest.  “Weird, because I’ve needed someone to talk to for the past few months, but I guess we can’t always get what we want,” you snapped, your eyes shooting daggers into his before taking a look at your surroundings.  “Where’s Nick anyways?  I’m sure he’d love to hear whatever you need to talk about.”

The response you gave hit Carl harder than you had expected. He shoved his hands into his pockets and took a few steps back with his eyes on the ground.  He swallowed the lump in his throat before finally meeting your eyes again.  Despite your anger, the look in his eyes caused your heart to sink down to your stomach. Something terrible had happened.

“He’s gone, Y/N,” he whispered before his eyes shot back down to his hands, playing with his fingers.  “Prison again… for good this time.”

His words lacked the gangster lingo he had been using for the past few months.  His posture was no longer upright and exuding confidence.  His eyes were missing their usual playful glimmer.  His lips were not curved into his signature lopsided smirk. The only feature that remained of his recent swagger were the braids in his hair.

A sigh escaped your parted lips and you nodded and stepped toward the anxious boy, grabbing onto one of his shaking hands.  He followed as you guided him around the front of the bleachers and climbed up a few rows.

“Sit,” you instructed, pointing down to a section on the shaky wooden stands.  Once he obliged, you sat down on the row behind him, grabbing his shoulders and pulling his back into your knees.  Without a word, you slowly began to unravel his braids.

Carl did not resist.  Instead, he allowed his head to fall further into you and closed his eyes. It took a while, but eventually his body stopped shaking and his breathing became regular.  The silence lasted for about ten minutes before Carl finally took it upon himself to break it.

“He killed someone, Y/N.  A young boy.  With a hammer.  All because he took his bike,” he explained, his voice starting to shake again.  “All I keep imagining in my head is that bloody hammer and the boy’s mother screaming.  It won’t leave me.  It’s all it took for me to realize that I can’t keep living my life like this.  I just can’t.  How could you tell?” he questioned, his head leaning back further as his eyes met yours.

Your eyes immediately flickered back to his hair as you simply shrugged your shoulders in response.  Your mind was attempting to process everything he had just confessed to you.  The experience he had described would have been traumatizing to anyone, especially someone like Carl.  Carl wasn’t a thug, he was a scared child.  Still, you remained silent.

Carl let out a sigh and reached up, grabbing your hands out of his disheveled hair and gripping them tightly.  “Y/N, I’m really sorry, you know.  I really fucked up big time.  Me going to prison already had put our friendship on hold and me blowing you off once I was out must’ve really been the icing on the fucking cake.  I know you were probably really looking forward to picking things back up where we left off once I got out, and I really fucked that up and there’s nothing I regret more.  You were always the best friend I could ever ask for and I really don’t deserve you at this point, but I’m really sorry and I would do anything to make it up to you at this point.  I need you, okay?  I need you.”

The apology sounded sincere and the sad look in his eyes confirmed this to be true.  You knew he needed you, and you needed him just as much.  Carl had been a critical part of your life since before you could even remember.  If you left out the last year, all other associations with the boy had been positive. He was your partner in crime.  The one you turned to when you were having problems with your family, and when he was having issues with his.  The one you used to melt action figures in the microwave with as kids.  The one you goofed off with in class, and again in detention.  The one who you shared your first kiss with so he could “practice”.  The one who always stood up for you.  He was your best friend.

A small smirk formed on your lips as you pulled your hands away from his and began working at his hair again.  “You were right about two things.  You fucked up and you don’t deserve me,” you teased, combing through part of his hair with your fingers.

For the first time all night, his lips twitched upward into a grin and his glowing eyes met yours again.  “Now that sounds like my best friend again.”

You laughed quietly and rolled your eyes, successfully undoing one of the last braids.  “Yeah, we’ll have to wait and see about that whole best friend title for now,” you joked before your face became serious again.  “But seriously, Carl, I’m not sure what you expected to happen.  I was worried about you.  Sure, prison toughened you up a bit, but you’re still the same old Carl.  You’re still a kid.  We’re still kids.  Life around here is already tough enough.  The last thing you’d need is to end up in a bad situation with what you’ve been doing and get ki—“

“I know, Y/N.  I know,” he cut you off, closing his eyes again.  “I wasn’t thinking straight.  I don’t want to think about it anymore.  Can we talk about something else now?  Let’s talk about you.  How have you been?  I know it sounds selfish since my ego was through the roof and I wasn’t talking to you, but I’ve been thinking about you a whole lot.”

After pulling out his last braid, you began to slowly run your fingers through his soft hair, causing him to let out a content sigh.  “Me? You know, same old.  Dad’s gone again.  Been working at the restaurant a lot more lately.  Gotta love creepy guys grabbing your ass all day,” you said, rolling your eyes before giving his shoulder a squeeze and standing up.  “It’s all done.”

Carl shook out his hair before following you back down the bleachers, grabbing onto your hand and swinging your arms as you walked.  “Hmmph.  Well, they won’t be doing that under my watch anymore.”  He shot you a toothy smile and gave your hand a squeeze.  “I’ve really missed you, Y/N.”

The walk back to your neighborhood was pretty quiet, but it was comfortable.  All of your anger had subsided and you now felt relaxed.  You had your best friend back and were just happy to know that he was safe and out of the game before anything bad had happened to him.  Things would finally be able to go back to normal.

Although your houses were right next to each other, yours came first.  When you finally reached it, you smiled and turned to face your best friend. “Well, I guess this is goodnight then.”

“No.” Carl furrowed his brow before shaking his head and biting his lip.  “Sorry, I mean, do you have to go?  I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight and having you there with me would help.  You know, like old times.”

“Yes, Carl Gallagher, I’ll sleep with you,” you replied jokingly, squeezing his hand and pulling him towards the steps of his house and inside.

“Damn, I didn’t mean like that, but it could really help calm my nerves,” he teased back with a wink, leading you through the surprisingly quiet Gallagher house and to the couch.  “Totally kidding.  I’ll be right back.  Gonna change and grab something blankets… I’ll grab you something to change into, too.”

Soon enough, the two of you were laying face to face on the couch, Carl in his boxers and you in your underwear and one of his big t-shirts. Despite efforts, the anxious boy simply could not fall asleep.

With a sigh, you pulled the blankets down from over your heads and nudged his leg with yours.  “Come on.  If you can’t sleep, I’m going to at least try to get your mind off of what happened,” you proposed, propping yourself up on your elbow.  “Let’s talk about something else.  Let’s talk about us.  You know, all of the stupid shit we used to do.”

“Okay, okay.  I’ll start.”  Carl chuckled quietly and opened his eyes, allowing them to meet yours.  “Remember that time in fifth grade when we made that volcano together for science class?”

He didn’t have to say anything else for you to start laughing. “How could I forget?  It blew up in Mrs. Sullivan’s face.  Had to spend a week in detention, but it was totally worth it.”  You put your hand over your mouth to quiet the rest of your giggles.  “Okay, my turn.  Remember a few years ago when Joey Waters wouldn’t stop teasing me so you beat him up and he peed his pants?  Literally peed his pants.”

Carl let out a laugh, but his body tensed a bit.  “Yeah, of course I remember that.  I think I remember a little more about that than you do, though,” he murmured before rolling onto his back.  “I had heard that he was teasing you because he liked you and was planning on asking you to the school dance.  I would love to say he’s the only one I scared off, but that’d be lying.”

His comment made butterflies form in your stomach, but you knew you shouldn’t think too much into it.  He was just being the protective best friend he always had been. Nothing more.  “Now that’s something I didn’t know.  No wonder I never got a date to the dance,” you said with a laugh, playfully shoving his chest.  

Rolling back over onto his side, Carl flashed a shy smile. “My turn,” he mumbled, looking up in thought.  “Remember that time I got you to practice kissing with me before I went on my date with Rachel?  I even got you to make out with me,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Oh, of course I remember.”  You laughed to yourself, but you couldn’t stop a blush from forming on your cheeks.  The rest of your thoughts would have to remain to yourself.  Practicing kissing with Carl was far from a chore for you. You had long been hopelessly in love with your best friend, and as sad as it sounds, you knew that practicing was as close as you’d ever get to the real thing with him.  How could you not be in love with your best friend?  He had always been there to protect you and put a smile on your face, which was far more than anything anyone else had ever done for you.  Still, you kept this secret buried throughout the years.  A friendship with Carl was better than ruining your relationship altogether over feelings that were not mutual.

“I’m really feeling like I owe you tonight, so yet again I must admit that I probably remember more about that day than you do,” Carl uttered, putting his hands over his face.  “I never went on a date with Rachel.”

A quiet laugh fell from your lips and you raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?  Did she reject you?  Cancel?”

Even though the room was dim and Carl’s hands covered the majority of his face, it was undeniable that his cheeks were bright red.  “No.  I lied to you.  I never even asked her out,” he whispered, his eyes still refusing to meet yours.  “I just… I just needed to kiss you.  At least once.  And that was the only way I could do it.  I’m sorry…”

You could hardly believe your ears.  He had finally begun to admit to what you never thought could possibly be true.  It was all you needed to hear in order to build up the confidence to start confessing as well.

“I lied to you too, Carl,” you admitted, causing him to remove his hands from his face and roll back onto his side to face you.  “I remember telling you that day that helping you practice would be gross and burdensome.  That was a lie.  I’d been dying to kiss you forever and thought that would be my only chance to do it so I did.  And I lied again after that when I told you that I hoped your date would go well.” Flustered with all you had revealed, it was now your turn to cover your face with your hands.

Carl wasn’t having it.  He pulled your hands away from your face and entwined his fingers with yours, pressing his forehead against yours.  “Ah, so you had a crush on me?  How embarrassing,” he teased with a smirk on his lips, but his eyes glowed with awe and affection.

Your cheeks darkened even more, but you laughed and rolled your eyes.  “No, idiot. I was in love with you,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands that were engulfed by his own.

The smirk fell from Carl’s lips and a very serious look took over his face.  His eyes were dark as they roamed your face. “Was?” he whispered, his nose brushing against yours. “Yeah, sure, I was in love with you too. But I still am in love with you.”

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat and slowly moved to press your body even closer to his.  “And I’m still in love with you too.”

Moving his hand down to your hip, he pushed you onto your back and carefully climbed on top of you, making sure not to put too much of his weight on you.  His eyes roamed up and down your body in awe before his eyes met yours again.  “Kiss me.”

Without hesitation, you tangled your fingers into his soft locks and crashed your lips into his.  Your lips moved in perfect rhythm with his, both of you expressing years of locked up passion and emotion.  It wasn’t long before he had asked permission to take off your shirt, and did the same yet again before removing the underwear off of both of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured into your skin, kissing up and down your neck before pulling back and looking into your eyes. “Are you sure about this?  I wouldn’t want to hurt you or make you do something you might regret.  If—“

“Shhh.” You let out a breathless giggle and put your finger over his lips, causing his eyes to widen.  “I’ve waited long enough for this.  Don’t make me wait any longer,” you mocked, pulling his lips back down to yours.

The night was filled with the passion you had desired from Carl for so long.  Of course, he stopped many times to make sure you were okay and to check that he wasn’t hurting you.  When he wasn’t stopping to check in on how you were doing, he was pausing to tell you how beautiful you were or to remind you how much he loved you.  It was all you needed to finally put your mind at peace and for Carl to fall into a deep sleep, his mind clear of everything that had occurred earlier.  You fell asleep underneath the blankets, your legs tangled with his and your head pressed against his chest.

The next morning, you awoke to someone nudging your arm. With a yawn, you opened your eyes, which immediately noticed the smirk on his lips.  “What?”

“Remember last night on the way here when you said you’d sleep with me and I joked it’d help to calm my nerves?” He chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows at you. “It worked.”

You rolled your eyes and buried your face back into his chest, laughing softly. “How long have you been waiting for me to wake up to say that?”

Carl laughed and squeezed your hips.  “Oh, you know, about an hour.  I got impatient.”

Before you could comment back, you were interrupted by the sound of someone running down the stairs and approaching the couch you two were on.  “For fuck’s sake, it’s about time, you two.”  It was Lip.

It was about time.

Querencia [ Part 1 ]

Originally posted by nnochu

🌸 Pairing: Jungkook x reader (y/n)

🌸 Warnings: none

🌸 Author’s Note: in honor of the 1,000+ followers my blog just hit, here’s the first part of the story behind Jungkook and Y/N. I hope you’ll enjoy this! 😊 Thank you for the constant support and love you’ve been giving me so far. You’re all very much appreciated, my cherry blossoms. ♥️

[ Masterlist ] [ Teaser 1 ]   [ Teaser 2 ]



“You pick the weirdest friends to hang out with, y/n.”

Often times I’d wonder what I did in the previous life to deserve this kind of treatment from him. Out of all the people in the world, why was I stuck with a kid who clearly loves to torture me and bring out the worst of me?

I might as well be masochistic; seeing as how despite the constant word abuse we’d throw at one another, I’m still staying. Anyone else would probably drop them in a heartbeat and would question their morality.

“Glad to know you finally saw the light, Kook. It must be one hell of a revelation for you.” I sarcastically retorted back.

Jungkook decided that my face would go well with a pillow as he literally pushed me down on the sofa. I twisted my head to the side just so I could get the good amount of air to breathe in and tried hitting him back by kicking him in the stomach. Unfortunately, he was faster and used one arm to pin my legs down and his other to hold my arms in place.

“Rude. Was that really necessary?” I scoffed at him.

“You were about to kick me, this is self-defense. You’re the rude one.”

“You attacked first, I’m the one who did self-defense!” I said as I pushed his arms away from me.

“Please tell me you guys aren’t resorting to a physical fight again?”

Namjoon entered the vicinity of their living room with his headphones around his neck, a sandwich in one hand, and a Ryan plushie on the other. He stared at us with a look that clearly said he was ready to call 911 if need be. Jin was following behind him with a couple of sugar cubes in his hand for his gliders. He gave us a warning look before retreating to his room.

“Don’t worry hyung, we’re not gonna start another fight like that.” Jungkook waved him off.

“Yup, it was one time. And besides, Kook just insulted you by calling you all weird so I was just here about to defend everyone’s honor.” I said while raising my arms in a surrender motion.

“Thanks for defending our honor but please try not to spill any blood while you’re at it. That’s the 3rd sofa we had to replace.”

“And I’ll gladly pay for it again if need be.”

Namjoon sighed as I gave him a 2 finger salute.

“You guys are the strangest pair I’ve ever encountered.”

“See Kook, you’re categorized under that. Why so defensive?”

Jungkook glared and slightly shoved me to the side. Namjoon turned around to retreat to his room until he stopped and turned back to face me.

“By the way, Yoongi hyung said he’s looking for you.”

“Ohh okay. Thanks Joonie!”

As he disappeared from the living room, I heard a small sigh from Jungkook. I looked at him with a confused face.

“You okay there? I just heard you sigh.” I asked.

“Me? Sigh? You’re hearing things again, y/n. You should have your ears checked.” He teased.

“My hearing is fine, thank you very much. I can practically hear Tae screaming at his computer all the way here.”

“He’s playing Overwatch without me? Damn it, why does he keep doing this?!” He muttered to himself.

While he started talking to himself about deciding what to do as revenge on Tae, I felt my phone vibrate from the pocket of my hoodie. I quickly swiped it open and see that it was a message from Yoongi oppa.



‘If I leave now, I’ll have enough time to grab some dinner and get to BigHit before anything else closes.’ I thought to myself. I got up, stretched my limbs a little, and picked up my backpack from the floor. Jungkook looked at me, puzzled.

“Where are you going?”

“BigHit. Yoongi oppa asked me if I could stop by in his studio. Might as well go now.” I said as I put on my coat by their doorway.

He got up from the sofa with crossed arms and a frown on his face.

“Really? You have to go now? But you just got here.”

“I was here the whole day with you, Kook. Yoongi oppa’s waiting for me while he’s working so I have to at least show-up and be there.”

“You’ve been hanging out with him a lot lately…And calling him oppa? How close are you guys? You weren’t like this to him before.”

“You do realize all of you are my oppas, right? I just prefer to give you all nicknames. And besides, we all know how much you loathe being called oppa. We had to replace sofa number 2 when you threw a fit, remember?”

“…That was still your fault.”

“They’re the friends that I picked to hang out with that you call weird, Kook. Why do you care so much about how I spend my free time? I don’t bother you guys when you have your free days unless you ask me to come along…”

“I don’t really care what you do in your free time. I just think it would be reasonable if hyung could just ask another day, not today. But whatever. Fine, just go.”

I felt a slight sting in my heart but I ignored it as usual. He’ll always do this; suddenly giving me a cold response and a matching neutral, poker face. All emotions wiped away from his face like a blank slate, and yet his actions say otherwise. It was a cycle that I find myself normalizing in: a threat here, a tease there, a lovely banter, and then his sudden switch.

I’d reason with myself saying that he didn’t mean to say that. But my mind would play tricks again and say, what if he did mean it? What if he really didn’t care what you do when you’re not around? Does he even genuinely care what happens to you?

Shaking my head, I unlocked their door and stepped outside.

“Don’t stay up too late again, okay Kook? Could you let Joonie, Jinnie, and Tae that I left already?”

“Yeah. Sure. Take care.”

Another cold, neutral answer. And like the masochistic person that I’ve started to believe that I am, I shrugged it off and gave him a small smile.

It was already Autumn in Seoul; with the cold air blowing in softly through the lush nature surrounding the city. The walk to BigHit was a short one but it did help clear my head from the waves of emotional switches that I had to deal with Jungkook.

Our friendship has been like that of siblings: always fighting but always making up in the end. Only this time, it seemed like the fighting started manifesting into something that’s really personal to him. I don’t know what happened to have triggered that, but one thing I know is that it seems like he’s not particularly keen on me whenever I’m with Yoongi oppa. To which I really don’t understand. They are members; practically brothers in arms. They’re my friends too. I’m bound to have days where I don’t hang out with him and just be in the presence of his other members; whether alone or not.

It’s hurting me to think that someday, he might actually say something that will hurt everyone.

I stopped in my tracks to see a chicken restaurant still open. Knowing the amount of work Yoongi oppa puts in his producing and writing, he must’ve forgotten to eat dinner again. I bought 2 boxes of chicken, some rice, side dishes, and drinks. He really needs to take better care of himself.




A few clicks and beeps later, Yoongi oppa opened the door and I almost let out a laugh. His hair was disheveled probably from the multiple times he ran his fingers through it, his jacket was off his shoulder on one side, and he looked really done with the world.

“You could’ve just rung the doorbell, you know, I was expecting you.” He said as he grabbed the bag of food and led me inside.

He shut the door and I took my place on his studio sofa; folding my legs under me and instantly cuddling under the blanket he placed out whenever I would come over.

“I know, but you sometimes put the volume up high on your headphones so you wouldn’t even hear it ring in the first place.”

“True. You got me food?” He questioned while going through the bag.

“Yeah. You tend to forget to eat too.”

“What would I do without you?”

“I know right? You’ll probably wander through the days not knowing it was the next month already.” I joked.

He set the food and drinks out on a foldable table in front of me; pulling his chair as well to sit across me.

“So, any reason why you asked me to stay for a while?” I asked; placing my chin under the palm of my hand.

He was quiet the whole time; taking a few bites here and there. He’d offer me some pieces of chicken wedged in between his chopsticks and I’ll just eat it up. There must be a lot in his mind seeing as he was frowning a bit and he didn’t tell me what’s up right away.

“Oppa? Are you okay?” I slowly asked.

He was about to take another bite but instead sighed and placed his chopsticks down. He crossed his arms and gave a small shrug; staring into my eyes.

“Do you think Jungkook is suspecting anything between the two of us?”

My heart dropped.

Good Cop Bad Cop

AN: No prompt really, just an idea that came to me. Enjoy


    The call comes from Nat at eleven in the morning, you’re feeding the baby when your phone rings. Her voice is hoarse with emotion as she says, “Clint’s been compromised.”

    You glance at your two older children playing on the rug with trucks and action figures. You put a few more cheerios in front of the baby, and scoot to the other side of the kitchen. “What do you mean he’s been compromised?”

“A norse god put a magic stick to his chest and brainwashed him.”

“Nat …” It’s said as a warning.

“This isn’t a joke. I just wanted you to be aware.” You can hear the tiredness in her voice.

“Pick me up at the predetermined spot. I’ll drop the kids off at my sister’s.”

“Y/N …”

“Natasha. He’s my husband. Pick me up in three hours, do not be late.”

She doesn’t say another word as the line goes dead. It takes you an hour to get all three

kids ready, and loaded into the car. From there it’s an hour drive to your sister’s, where you spend thirty minutes coming up with a bullshit excuse.

    It’s another hour to the spot. You’re half an hour late but Nat is waiting. She’s surrounded by several men, and she offers you an apologetic look. “We were on our way back from Germany.”

    You can see it in her eyes, that something has happened, “What did he do.”

    “Stole some very expensive and possibly dangerous material.”

    You look behind her at the man held in chains there, “That’s him?”

    She doesn’t confirm it, but you know it’s true. You move around her, and when a bigger man gets in your way, you deliver three very precise blows that send him to his knees. When the other one starts to move towards you, you give him a look that stops him in his tracks.

    You stop in front of him and he smiles at you, “Mrs. Barton. How nice of you to join us.”

    “Where is he?”

    “Don’t know. What I do know is that you’re special to him. And that feeling is so strong that when I tried to learn more about you, he actually shut me out. I tried to order him to go after you and he said no. So I can’t help but wonder what’s so special about you?”

    “Other than a relationship built on love and trust over the course of nearly fifteen years? I’m an empath, and Clint saved me from the foster care system. They thought I was a witch, made me hate myself, Clint saved me. I love him with everything I have. And when you love someone that much, you do anything to protect it. So you know that feelings are a powerful thing? I can sense them in you. Under that bravado is a little boy who is so lost, so insecure that he would do anything to be sure of himself. Even betray the family that chose to love him, just because the one that gave him life threw him away.”

    His eyes go wide, “How did you?”

    “Foster care, remember? I encountered feelings like this all the time. Here you are, thinking you’re special, so above us, when really, you’re nothing more than shit on my boot. Aren’t you?”

    You watch his face twist as you manipulate his emotions, as you sink him down further than he’s sunk your husband. After a minute his breathing becomes labored, and his eyes flit to the man behind you. The man you know is his brother, “He won’t try and save you. He can’t. I could bring him to his knees just as easily as I’ve brought you to yours.”

    “Witch!” You step back as he retches.

    “Perhaps. But you see Clint is mine, and I’m his. And I don’t do well when my other half is taken from me. Clint in eighty nine percent of my impulse control, and you took him away.” You run a finger down Loki’s cheek, “That was more than a little stupid.”

    The information comes right before you make him pass out. When it’s all said and done you slump a bit, your breathing ragged. Nat slides a hand across your shoulders, “I haven’t seen you that scary since Budapest.”

    You lean against the wall, “I’m out of practice. That took a lot out of me.”

    She smiles, “You always were good at playing the bad cop to Clint’s good cop.”

    You give her a small smile, “Let’s go rescue my partner then, and shut this down before it gets any worse.”

    She gives you a fake salute, “Aye aye, Agent Barton, ma’am.”

    Your eyes flit to the three remaining men. Thor is staring at you with anger in his eyes, Captain Rogers looks more than a little wary, but Tony is staring at you with a smile. Finally he says, “That was badass, are you available for parties? Or Senate hearings?”
    You let out a laugh.  

anonymous asked:

Hello, Bryn! I can't stop thinking about this but I have seen a few posts saying you have to break into a paragraph whenever a character is talking. Does it only have to do when a new character is speaking or does it also applies to a character whom is the same character speaking? Sorry if this doesn't make sense! Thank you in advance! :) have a wonderful day/night! ^^

(Hey nonny! I think #2, 3 and 5 are what you’re thinking of specifically, but I wrote up a full guide so as not to confuse anyone.)

When and where to make a new paragraph, specifically in regards to dialogue.

1. Make a new paragraph if a brand new character speaks. 

You always, always do this. A simple example of this looks like:

“I’m saying something now!” Vasha glared at Dhargey.

She scoffed. “Yeah. I can tell.” 

What happens when there’s more going on here then dialogue and simple tags though? The general rule of thumb is to include the actions, thoughts, descriptions, etc, in the paragraph with the dialogue of the character who’s the subject of those sentences. Example:

“I’m saying something now!” Vasha glared at Dhargey. Damn, she could be such a pain sometimes. He tightened his grip around the armrest, turning his gaze to the front of the tent as the flap stirred. When no one entered, he looked back at her.

She scoffed. “Yeah. I can tell.”   

If actions, thoughts, descriptions, etc, from one character appear in between those of another character it’s advised (though not required) to either create a new paragraph for them or restructure them to make the first character the subject.

Example A:

“I’m saying something now!” Vasha glared at Dhargey. He turned his gaze to the front of the tent as the flap stirred. 

Dhargey tapped her fingers against the wood, before she slamming her hand onto the table in front of him.

Vasha looked back at her.

She scoffed. “Yeah. I can tell.”  

Example B:

“I’m saying something now!” Vasha glared at Dhargey. He turned his gaze to the front of the tent as the flap stirred.The tapping of Dhargey’s fingers against wood made him flinch. She slammed her hand onto the table in front of him, and he looked back at her. “What?!”

She scoffed. “Yeah. I can tell you’re saying something all right.”  

2. You can make one (or more) new paragraphs if the same character speaks two (or more) pieces of dialogue in a row, and it’s a long amount of text, and there’s a change a topic between these two parts of their dialogue.

Whenever you have the same character speak in two consecutive paragraphs, I highly recommend putting a dialogue tag in the second one, because if you’ve been alternating between different characters speaking (taking one new paragraph for each), and then suddenly give a single character two paragraphs it might confuse speedy readers. 

Example:

“I’m saying something now!” Vasha glared at Dhargey. Damn, she could be such a pain sometimes. He tightened his grip around the armrest, turning his gaze to the front of the tent as the flap stirred.

The tapping of Dhargey’s fingers against the wood made him flinch. At the slam of her hand onto the table in front of him, and he looked back at her. “What?!” He shouted.

* Note that in this particular case you could have also made a new paragraph for the “What?!” He shouted but it wasn’t absolutely necessary because the sentences about her still have Vasha as their subject. 

3. Make a new paragraph if the same character speaks, but their dialogue is “too long” to fit into one paragraph.

Honestly, what constitutes as “too long” is up to you (or your editor.) In this case though, you always, always leave the quotation off the end of the first paragraph’s dialogue to let people know it’s the same character just talking their chatty heart out.

Vasha glared at Dhargey. “I’m saying something now! I’ve been saying something for a very long time, but you haven’t been listening. I’m practically monologue here. And I’m just going to keep saying all these things for *blah blah blah blah blah for ten more sentences* and keep saying and saying them again.

“And another thing! I think saying things is a great way to talk. So are sign languages. Not writing though. Don’t write things kids. Writing things is just a terrible horrible *blah blah blah* way so don’t do it.” He finished with a huff, crossing his arms.

4. Make a new paragraph if two characters have been interacting without dialogue and then one of them speaks. 

Vasha and Dhargey glared at each other. She snatched up the plate and threw it at him. Catching it, he turned it in the air and slammed it on the table. It shattered into a million pieces.

“I’m saying something,” Vasha snapped. “Right now.”

5. Don’t make a new paragraph if the same character speaks two (or more) pieces of dialogue but the space between the parts of their dialogue contains only speech tags, actions, or thoughts in which the character is the subject (granted there’s no topic changes or extra long amounts of text).

“I’m saying something now!” Vasha glared at Dhargey. “I’ve been saying something for a very long time.” His chest caught and he dropped his scowl to the floor. “I’ve been practically monologue here, but you never listen. You never care.” 

6. Bonus: Don’t include the action of the character who speaks second at the end of the paragraph of the character who speaks first! (Or vice versa.)

At best it’s annoying yet forgivable, but at worst, the reader has no idea who is saying which pieces of dialogue and ends up very confused and angry:

“This is a thing that one of us says!” Vasha and Dhargey glared at each other. She tapped her fingers. 

“I sure is.”

If that was a lot, the key things to remember are:

  • Each character gets their own paragraph to hold their own dialogue, actions, and thoughts. 
  • This is generally a single paragraph. 
  • But if there’s too much to fit into a single paragraph or the topic changes drastically, make a new paragraph.
  • If characters are exchanging actions within a paragraph and then speak afterward, give the dialogue a new paragraph.
  • Any time it’s not obvious who’s speaking, throw in a dialogue tag.
  • Some cases won’t fit neatly into any “rule” and you just have to use your best judgement.

There are a few different ideas as to exactly how and when new paragraphs should occur. If nothing else, the above guidelines work very well for first and third person limited genre fiction in today’s market, and when used right they should give you easily understandable formatting that your editor won’t murder you over. 

Songbird-Ch. 5

Mystic Messenger Mafia AU 

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Word Count: 2,407

[Violence/Murder]

~A/N: I was going to add the smut in this chapter but I decided I would separate it into it’s own, that way people that don’t want to read the NSFW can just skip it! Sorry it’s been soooo long, guys! My life is just hectic so it’s hard for me rn but I hope you enjoy this chapter! 


     "I heard you the first time, Saeyoung,” V spoke softly, his hand gripping the head of his cane as he sat unmoving in the chair.

     “Y’know, a good way to indicate you’ve heard someone is to actually reply. Just a tip,” Saeyoung snapped. “You’re being alarmingly calm about this, considering the shit storm that’s decided to roll it’s way through us.”

     V sighed, though his vacant gaze was unwavering. “I’m anything but calm. However… acting out in hysterics isn’t going to solve our problem. Talking like adults…deciding our next course of action. That’s what gets things done. Point a finger at me again, Saeyoung, and I’ll pop you in the mouth myself.”

     Though they both knew he would never, but still Saeyoung slumped down in the nearest chair with a sour face. V could barely make it out, but he knew the expression well. It had been the same since he was a child. The corners of his mouth pulled down and his brow pinched together with fury, like it’s the last face he’ll ever make, and V tried to hold back a fond smile.

     “Do you have any inkling on who it might be?” Jumin finally spoke up.

     “If I did, I wouldn’t be here talking to you, now, would I?” Saeyoung huffed, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

     “Sorry to interrupt,” an unexpected voice found its way into the room.

     “Jaehee, what is it?” Jumin straightened up as she closed the door behind her.

     Her face held hesitancy and she cleared her throat before finally speaking.

     “It’s about the latest bootleg shipment. Apparently, it’s gone missing,” she reported.

     “What the fuck do you mean, missing?” Saeyoung sat up from his chair.

     “I don’t know how to make it any more clear…” she made a quick glance at Saeyoung before returning her eyes to V. “The truck never made it to the drop point. No one has seen it or heard from the driver.”

     “This is not good,” Jumin hinted.

     “No shit,” Saeyoung said, the look on his face making it clear that his gears were turning.

     The room was silent as a church, everyones eyes on each other as if thinking the same thoughts. They were in good standing with the neighboring families. Everyone knew their territories and happily stuck to them. Plenty of police force names lined their payroll…so why now?

     “It could be the coppers,” Saeyoung said with a serious face.

     “It could,” said V, “it could be a number of things.” Jumin nodded in agreement. “ First things first. Jaehee, bring me more info on this missing shipment. I don’t care if you have to knock down the drivers’ mothers’ door, I want info. Find Frank, see if he’s heard of any recent booze busts.”

     “Of course,” Jaehee nodded and left the room as quickly as she could.

     “Saeyoung,” V continued, “you know what to do. I have my hands full as it is with this wedding situation.”

     “Oh yeah,” Saeyoung peeked through the blinds onto the courtyard. A crew of men were still setting up tents and tables in preparation. “Is this really the best time for this?”

     “It’s Marcos daughter, of course it’s a good time. When things get rough…that’s when we need celebration. There’s no better time to boost morale. Besides, he’s one of our best, and I seem to remember him saving your ass from a pinch more than a few times,” V smiled.

     Jumin decided to chime in. “Like his first soup job?” Both V and Jumin gave a hearty laugh. “Driving around the whole damned city with the safe in the struggle buggy,” Jumin continued, “before Marco showed up to save your ass. And how much did you end up cracking for, again?”

     “You know damn well how much,” Saeyoung sneered.

     “Then there’s no reason you can’t say it. Go ahead, hot shot. Remind us how much you swiped.”

     Saeyoung’s face turned sour, like the words were bile in his throat. “…Ten dollars,” he finally barked.

     Both of the men roared with laughter for a moment at the memory, so much so that Jumin seemed to wipe a tear from his eye.

     “Okay, okay,” V breathed in deeply when he stood from his chair, “leave the poor kid alone. Come on, let’s get some dinner.”

     He began to trail behind Jumin but paused for a moment, placing his hand firmly on the shoulder of Saeyoung and squeezing just once. His body was stiff and serious.

     “I’m trusting in you, Saeyoung. Find that son of a bitch,” V’s voice was almost a whisper, and as quickly as he had faced him he was now turned around, satisfied with his message.

     Saeyoung watched as they left, taking note of the fact that V seemed to be favoring his cane a lot more in the last few days. The weight of what that could mean fixed heavily on his shoulders, but his body remained stiff and strong with his resolve.

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     There were joyous smiles all around as the sound of Zen’s singing filled the tent. Suddenly everyone was a hoofer, even the tough burly men could be found rolling up their sleeves and dancing with their gals to the music. It was strange to see the cities most dangerous criminals laughing and jabber-jawing, seemingly carefree. You had to admit, even you couldn’t help but get out there, taking Yoosung for a time as your partner. Now you took a break, fondly overlooking the bride with her done-up chestnut hair, her and her groom with goofy smiles as he spun her around.

     “How about that food,” Jaehee walked up beside you.

     “Look at you, all dolled up!” you smiled as you grabbed at the lace of her dress, “is it because…” you gestured with your eyes to Zen.

     “It’s a wedding,” she huffed but a pink tint spread on her face, “last I heard, you were supposed to dress nice,” she said matter-of-factly. “Besides, you don’t look half bad yourself.”

     You gave her a shy thanks before she thrust a bottle into your hands.

     “Say, do me a favor and bring that bottle to my table? They’re dry but…I wanna sit and listen to the rest of this song,” she mused.

     “Whatever you say, boss.”

     The table was half empty, two women you didn’t recognize and a guy you’d seen before on various jobs. He was portly with a kind face, practically jumping for joy when you placed the bottle on the table.

     “Join us, have a drink!” he shouted and poured you a glass quickly, sliding it in front of you as you sat.

     “I’m Betty,” the blonde girl to your left produced a perfect smile. “Isn’t this party just swanky? I’d love to get a look inside that house,” she sighed, sloshing the liquid in her glass before taking a sip.

     “She means inside the bedroom, particularly,” the brunette piped up. She had quite a bit of rouge on, or perhaps she was just that drunk, you couldn’t quite tell. The waves of her hair pressed neatly against her oval face.

     “Will you quit razzing me, already,” the blonde stuck her tongue out.

     “Anthony!”

     The source of the voice was none other than Saeyoung. He and two other men approached the table in earnest.

     “Boss,” Anthony stood from his seat at once.

     Saeyoung gave him a few enthusiastic taps on the cheek as a greeting.

     “You haven’t come to say hi! Now I see why,” he laughed and winked at the ladies sitting in their seats, their bodies leaning in interest at the exchange.

     Saeyoung snatched the glass from Anthony’s hand, draining the contents into his mouth with one solid gulp. He gave an immediate look of disgust, shaking his head as he placed the cup on the table.

     “How can you drink this foot juice,” he pat the man’s broad back, “come on. I got the good stuff inside. You don’t mind if I steal him away, do you, ladies?”

     “Rhatz! No…go ahead,” they both nodded despite their pouty expressions. They were clearly hoping to be invited.  

     “Excuse me, then,” Anthony remarked before being led off by the men.

     Saeyoung tipped his hat to you before joining the other three in a laugh about something you hadn’t quite heard, their voices trailing as they made their way to the house. Something about the way that went made you feel cold. You’d never seen them interact much before. So, while everyone got lined up, occupied with giving their gifts to the happy couple, you decided to sneak off and see what they were up to. You couldn’t miss and opportunity to hear important information, and if anyone caught you, you’d just say you were looking for the powder room.

     Sure you had seen them go around this exact corner, but the grounds among the house were vast and confusing. You’d been here less than a handful of times, and never were you allowed to just wander around V’s house. The sounds of the music and chatter faded more and more, until you found a door slightly ajar.

     Your chest tightened with adrenaline and you stilled your breathing before peeking in the crack. The first thing you saw was Anthony, bloody faced and curled over on the floor, followed by a low hum of voices. A swift kick landed on his chest, the foot belonging to none other than Saeyoung.

     “It’s just like I said,” Antony hacked between his words, “the c-cop is my neighbor…our…our daughters play together…that’s all,” his hand gripped at his chest and his large frame began to shiver with pain. “I don’t know n-nothin about-“

     Saeyoung cut him off, bending down and grabbing Anthony by the collar.

     “You know what I think? I think you’re a fucking liar. I think you know a lot of things, things you might have told that cop friend of yours. And I just can’t have that,” he puffed a heavy breath of air before bringing his fist down thrice on the side of the mans face. “You fucked with my money.”

     It was a pain like no other creeping inside of you. Watching another person get beat, knowing it could be…should be you, instead. The guilt of it all was too much to handle. This man had a wife…a daughter. Sickness threatened to rise up and spill from your mouth.

     Saeyoung pulled a gun, his fingers readying it with a harsh click. Piss soiled the front of Anthony’s pants, streams of pleading words jumbled together through tears. However, the gun pointed swiftly towards the door. Towards you. All you could manage was a gasp before the trigger was pulled.

     The bullet blast through the door just above your head, raining shards of wood into your hair. After taking a moment to remember how to breathe, you kicked the door open, letting your rage take over.

     “Did you seriously just fucking shoot at me?!” you let out an exasperated scream.

     “Depends,” he stood up, dropping a now passed out Anthony back onto the floor and facing you with a calm expression, “did you seriously just fucking eavesdrop.”

     “Are you out of your fucking mind?” you said shakily.

     “Relax,” he drew the word out in a joking manner, “it’s not like I hit you,” he said casually, shrugging his shoulders.

     “She’s right,” another man spoke up, “what if V heard…we’d be in a shit load of-“

     “Ugh,” Saeyoung groaned, “you guys are too serious. No one heard, the music is too loud and they’re all drunk anyway.”

     He nudged at Anthony with his foot, the body still limp and unmoving.

     “Get him out of here and finish him, he smells like piss,” Saeyoung said.

     The two men each carried an end, hastily removing him from the room. And then it was silent for a moment.

     “Are you gunna keep staring at me or you gunna say what you wanna say?” Saeyoung broke the silence.

     “You have blood on your sleeves,” you quietly pointed out.

     Saeyoung inspected his arms. “So I do,” he rolled them up to conceal the stains before grabbing a towel to wipe his knuckles.

     More silence hung heavy in the room.

     “What if you’re wrong?”

     “About?” Saeyoung replied curtly.

     “Anthony. What if you’re wrong…won’t you feel bad?”

     “Now why would I go and feel something like that?” he smiled quizzically.

     “You can’t possibly be that cruel.”

     “And how do you know what I’m like,” he threw the towel before turning to you. “One mans life means nothing in comparison to what we have built. I’ll do what I have to to keep us alive.”

     “Even if that means killing the innocent?”

     “Doll, none of us are innocent.”

     That may be true, but it didn’t mean someone deserved to die. Laws are in place for a reason. The way they operated was barbaric, but of course you couldn’t say that. Not unless you wanted to end up in the same body bag as Anthony.

     “You’re too trusting. That’s how you end up dead, don’t forget that. Why do you care so much how I feel, anyway?” Saeyoung asked, stepping a bit closer to you.

     “I…I don’t know,” you admitted.

     Why did you care? You had a desperate need to know he had some good in him. Something about his character drew you in. Sometimes, when you were together, you could even forget that you both were on opposing sides.

     “Why are you here?” his voice was bold, his feet carrying him even closer to you.

     “I don’t know,” you said once again.

     His hand brushed the soft skin of your cheek, wiping at the rouge. “Are you stuck on me?”

     His face softened and the corners of his mouth formed a small smile. He held still, waiting for you to say something, anything. As much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t ignore the rapid beating of your heart at his touch. The look on your face must have said it all.

     Ever so slowly he pressed his lips against yours into a surprisingly gentle kiss. When you didn’t pull away, each kiss became rougher, all the built up tension releasing into this single act. He pressed himself against you and you moaned softly, realizing you had wrapped your hands around his neck at some point and pulled him closer.

An Always to Rely On

Nursey Week Day Two: Simplicity

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         When Nursey knocks, it isn’t Shitty that answers the door. It’s a young blond guy who’s taller than Nursey. He grins, but his eyebrow quirks up, confused. It’s evident than not many people knock on the door of this hockey frat house at seven o’clock on a Thursday.

         “Sup, man?” the guy says, seemingly friendly.

         “Uh, is Shitty here?” This is stupid, so stupid. Who knows if Shitty is even home? Even if he is, why would he bother to entertain Nursey?

         “Yeah, he’s up in his room.” He starts to move aside to let Nursey in, but then pauses. “Uh, how do you know him?”

          A part of Nursey almost wants to laugh at that. How does he know Shitty Knight? He knows him loud and brash, without a filter to hear of and a tendency to take off his clothes at inopportune moments. He knows Shitty soft and quiet, half-high but mostly just emotional, in the dark of midnight when everything seems far away but heavy at the same time. He knows Shitty like a lifeline, like a lighthouse in a dense fog, like the one good thing out of all the rest.

         “We went to Andover together,” Nursey says. Then, when the guy seems less likely to let him in at this statement, he adds, “We’re friends.”  Are we still? Nursey wonders, agonizes over, hopes.

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jennusdemenus  asked:

Sorry if you answered this before, but how and why do you think the incest started between Jaime and Cersei?

Hi! Wow, I wrote way too much for this. I think first a timeline and some text will be useful before we get started.

  • 266 - Jaime and Cersei are born at Casterly Rock
  • 272 - Jaime and Cersei are taken to KL for Aerys’s Anniversary Tourney, though Cersei does not see Rhaegar there. “When she was just a little girl, her father had promised her that she would marry Rhaegar. She could not have been more than six or seven.” (This art by @bidonica​ is my favorite thing.)
  • 273 - Jaime and Cersei are seven. They are discovered by Joanna’s maid. Joanna dies soon after. After the Martells arrive, Cersei sexually abuses Tyrion by twisting his penis; she physically abuses her baby brother on more than one occasion
  • 276 - Jaime and Cersei are 10. Tywin hosts a tourney. Maggy the Frog tells her prophecy. Cersei sees Rhaegar for the first time. Aerys refuses the Cersei/Rhaegar betrothal and he refuses Jaime as Rhaegar’s squire.
  • 277 - At eleven, Jaime is sent to squire for Lord Sumner Crakehall. 
  • 278 - Tywin brings Cersei to court. She is 12. Cersei wept and Jaime raged. 
  • 279 - Jaime wins a squire’s melee, though where this melee took place is unclear. Possibly at the tourney held at Storm’s End?
  • 279 or 280 - Tywin visits Casterly Rock with Cersei. Jaime visits home too. The twins are 13 or 14. Jaime dares Cersei to kiss Tyrion, which she does. Cersei laughs at Tyrion’s tumbling, until Tywin puts a stop to it. 
  • 281 - Jaime wins his spurs against the Kingswood Brotherhood. Jaime and Cersei are known to have slept together at Eel Alley. They are 15.

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anonymous asked:

I hope you don't mind me asking, do you have any Gen!Thor fic to recommend to people who are new to the fandom too? Thanks :)

Hi!  OHO, I DO NOT MIND AT ALL.  ♥  As much as I love shippy stuff (BOY DO I), I am a great consumer of genfic as well–sometimes I even prefer it, because sometimes I just want to take the kissing parts out to focus solely on the other stuff.  And anyone can always come talk to me about the characters on a gen level and I will always have recs to shove at people.  :D

ELEVEN OF THE “HERE’S WHAT I WOULD SUGGEST STARTING WITH” SORT GO:

No Such Liberty by Xparrot, thor & loki + other asgardians + avengers + thanos, action fic, redemption fic, 147k
   Thor takes Loki back to Asgard in chains, but this does not mean that the god of mischief’s schemes are ended, or that Thor has or ever will give up on his brother. But when Thanos threatens the realm to claim his lost prizes, on which side will Loki fall?
   I will love this fic as my #1 in all of the fandom until the end of my days, because it is absolutely everything I wanted.  Plot, worldbuilding, and characterization.  Set post-Avengers, it’s half a story about Thor&Loki repairing their relationship (and the long road it takes to get them there) and half about Thor continuing his journey of growing up, growing into the great man he’s to become.  It also has plot and action and made me cry a bunch of times from feelings!  (Majority Rule is also GREAT.)

Bargaining by proantagonist, thor & loki & odin & frigga & asgard & avengers, time loop, 110k
  Faced with an eternity without his brother, Loki strikes a bargain to change the past. Post TDW.
   I cried like three times reading this fic, it’s so beautifully written and so good on the feelings, Loki working to understand himself and come around on accepting that it’s okay to love his family and to accept their love in return, all wrapped up in an epic, sweeping plot and worldbuilding.  Between this and No Such Liberty, I was absolutely spoiled for gorgeous fic in the fandom.

Postbellum by Shiny_n_new, thor/loki (pre-slash?) + odin & frigga + other thor characters, 22k
   While Loki is imprisoned for his attempt at taking over Earth, he discovers Thor is sneaking off to Jotunheim.
   The author marks their work as Thor/Loki, but honestly they read like gen to me and they’re really good (both this one and The Weight of Family) do a gorgeous job of characterizing both Thor and Loki, as well as writing good worldbuilding and engaging plot.  They’re just really solid in that way

  → You Shouldn’t Have by TheOtherOdinson, thor & tony + thor & steve + thor & clint + thor & natasha + thor & bruce, humor, 2.1k
   Thor takes gift-giving very seriously. (aka, Thor trolls the shit out the Avengers with tacky gifts)
   Everything TheOtherOdinson writes is one I would love to put on my favorites list–I’m only choosing this one as a place to start with because it’s my very favorite, where Thor trolls the other Avengers with super tacky Asgardian gifs and IT’S SO COMPLETELY TRUE TO CHARACTER.  They write fantastic characterization for everyone they touch, so just go through all their Marvel fics and you won’t be disappointed!  Personal faves: The Lullaby Singer (Odin is the one to go after Loki during The Avengers, HOLY CRAP SO GOOD), Life of the Party, SUCH GOOD THOR CHARACTERIZATION), and Five Times the Villain’s Weapon Didn’t Work On Thor and the One Time It Did, MORE SUPER FUN STUFF.)

“Growing Pains” by AloryShannon, thor & loki + other asgardians, action scenes, mythology elements, 49.2k
   Written for a prompt on the Thor Kinkmeme on LJ: “Odin, in this universe, has the foresight to realize that keeping Loki’s origins from him could end up alienating his son. On his tenth birthday, he tells Loki of his Frost Giant heritage, and while it upsets the boy initially, because he is young, he is able to bounce back once reassured of his parents’ general support. Still, Odin urges the young Loki to not tell Thor until he feels that his brother has truly matured to the point where it won’t affect his overall view of Loki. Meanwhile, some odd years later, Loki is going through weird frost giant puberty and Thor is entirely convinced that his brother is ill or mental or some thing or other. Hi-jinx ensue.”
   This one is a little rough around the edges (epithets and comes a little close to arrogant!dumb!Thor at times) but those are minor nitpicks in the face of a fic that felt like it was practically twice the length of what it actually was because it crammed so much stuff in there!  Plus, I’m a sucker for action scenes.  :D

 let slip the dog of war by dance_at_bougival, thor & loki & asgard, 9.7k
   The old ways are done. - the brothers renegotiate.
   All of this author’s Marvel fics are really good and worth reading!  They’re often mistagged, so what looks like pairing fics are actually entirely gen relationships, so don’t let that put you off!  The author gives a lot of sharpness and weight to their characters and interactions and everything is just really solid and good here.

Road to Nowhere by Lise, thor & loki + frigga + other thor characters, thor 2 spoilers, action fic, quest fic, 27.2k
   When Loki turns up demanding Thor’s help on a quest to retrieve the All-Mother from Valhalla, Thor isn’t about to say no. But that doesn’t mean he’s forgotten anything, and what better time than a road trip through the backwaters of the universe for trying to talk things out?
   Lise aksi writes a lot of Loki whump if you’re into that kind of thing, though, this one is more of a “sullen worldbuilding-laden road trip that has feeeeelings” and I really enjoyed it and it’s a trip to go get Frigga back and I LOVE QUESTS TO REVIVE CHARACTERS.  :D :D :D  (I also really like Exsanguination a lot!)

Cultural Differences + The Road to Redemption is Pitted with Potholes by Sheyrena Wyrsabane, thor & loki & avengers, 80k
   Thor brings Loki and the Tesseract to Asgard and returns to Earth only after promising to return for Loki’s trial when the time comes. In the meantime he tries to navigate Earth’s foreign customs and not kill his teammates who insist on treating him like a small child rather than the god and prince that he is.
   I haven’t reread these in awhile, so I’m not sure how they hold up (and I remember Steve’s characterization being off) but they’re older ones (from around the time of The Avengers) and what they do get into is how Thor was often treated as an idiot when he really wasn’t.  Add in a plot with Loki’s redemption that was one of the early ones I read that I loved, and you have a collection that I really enjoyed a lot.

→ Everything’s Better With Bunnies by khilari, Persephone_Kore, thor & loki & odin & frigga, crack treated seriously, 12.7k
   When frightened or stressed, Loki transforms into a bunny and sometimes he needs to be cuddled to calm down enough to turn back. Unfortunately, the events of the movie are extremely stressful. Five times he transformed into a rabbit and needed cuddling and one time he didn’t and got cuddled anyway.
   It’s a cracky premise, I know!  But it’s really a great fic that has some great character moments and allows for some new understanding to happen, when Loki can’t hide how stressed out he is and so there’s a more visible sign for his family to pick up on.  But also BUNNY LOKI IT’S SO MUCH FUN.  (I also liked Overlapping Space, which is mostly Loki & Jane gen interaction, but a lot of Loki’s family really loving him.)

Godchild by griseldajane, thor & loki, de-aged!thor, some child in peril, 39.5k
   When Loki finds a de-aged Thor wandering alone on the battlefield, Loki takes the five year old child in and resolves to figure out how Thor was transformed and why…
   SUCH A WONDERFUL FIC.  Thor is de-aged and so Loki takes care of him, which allows for some breathing room in their relationship and Loki to find it a little easier to accept the affection from his family again.  A blend of SUPER CUTE with OH NO FEELINGS that’s really a great read.

Freefall + Landing by galaxysoup, thor & loki + other mcu characters, depression/suicide ideation, 28k
   Loki falls. Thor catches him. This does not solve as many problems as Thor thought it would.
   I haven’t reread these in ages, but I remember eagerly snatching them up and enjoying them a ton!

BONUS RECS:
- If you want more Loki-centric fic (I tried to stick to fics that had an equal balance of Thor and Loki in this set), Mikkeneko’s The Great Subconscious Club is a stellar crossover with the X-Men, where Thanos’ manipulations on Loki are painstakingly worked through.  (Also I loved The Sweetest Ride a lot.)
- If you don’t mind comics-based fic, Road Trip into Mystery by Mythtaken Identity is one of my absolute favorites.  Thor and kid Loki go on a road trip to see kitschy American stuff, now that Asgardia is based in the US and there’s mythology and comics plots and tons of brotherly bonding and it’s SO GOOD. (I also love their MCU-based stuff No More Than a Goat and The White Boar and God in the Machine are favorites.
- Ask Me No Questions by Alex51324 is a very fun Loki Redemption story (his main relationships are with Thor, Tony, and Bruce) where he’s punished with a truth spell and sent to Earth to learn to get along with friends and maybe it’ll work and maybe it won’t.
- Beneath by ninepen is a massive Loki & Jane fic, where he’s sent down to Earth and has to try to figure out a way back, which means using Jane Foster to help build a new Bifrost of sorts.  It’s very focused on these two, though, I’m not sure if it’s meant to be friendship or ultimately romance, as I never got far enough to find out.  But it’s very well-written if you’re into these characters!  But warning:  It’s 1.3 million words long, so clear your schedule or be prepared to be reading for weeks!

It’s Always You

@aftgexchange for @autisticminyard I hope this is okay! You mentioned an interest in canon divergence (like coffee shop aus) and wanting something sweet. This is my take on a happier, more upbeat, summery first meeting for Andrew & Neil. :)

“Neil! Hurry the fuck up! Coach wants us out in the parking lot yesterday!” Will pounds on the door of the bathroom stall and Neil bites back all the shit he wants yell and does a final adjustment of his shirt, making sure it covers everything. He takes a deep breath, reminding himself that he joined the exy team because exy is life, not for the annoying teammates. He slides the lock back and steps out. Will gives him a horrified once over.

“Uh, dude, did you miss the memo? This is a car wash.” Will’s standing there in swim trunks and flip-flops, probably to show off his athletic build. His dark skin is scar free and suspiciously gleaming. Neil wonders if he applied cocoa butter or shea butter or something because nobody’s skin is naturally glowy like that.

Neil plucks at his oversized T-shirt. It’s a thrift store find but Neil really likes it because it’s merch for his favorite team, the Palmetto State Foxes. Kevin’s team. He’s wearing a pair of black sweat pants that need to be washed anyways and Crocs, also from the thrift shop, also orange.

Will is still looking judgy, scowling even.

“Look, this isn’t a beauty pageant,” Neil snipes. “We’ll be washing cars all day. Excuse me if I don’t want to get majorly sunburned.”

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craptaztic  asked:

Exposure

Going Up

Judy hadn’t known what to expect from life. But timelines are as uncertain as bridges to the stars, and she’s prepared to see where this one takes her. Almost. As long as he’s there with her.


I was going to make this platonic, but then I remembered that you loved Wildehopps, and I couldn’t deny you that.

But if you want the same prompt with a platonic plot, let me know!


She’s never had exposure to love. Real love. Not quite true- truth in itself was, by definition; accurate or exact. And they were neither of those things. Nick was sometimes too terse and she was sometimes too hopeful and they were a grab bag of will they won’t they and there wasn’t anything remotely true about the reality of them.

But it was honest and it was good, and she tentatively sidled into it with as much reserve as could be spared.

She asks him out. Tapping her feet on the underside of the dashboard and trying not to fiddle too badly with her radio. “Nick?”

He takes a left turn down fifth street and lets the wheel slide back through his paws. “Hmm?”

“Do you think you’d want to, uh…” tap tap tap go her feet- “we’ve been partners for a while.”

“One year,” he recounts almost lazily, his voice a twinge of summer days and sweet tea. “Or is it one and a half?”

“One and a quarter.”

“Tomato tomato.” He twists his head to give her that smirk. The one that always has her stomach in knots. Smirk number three out of his six smirk arsenal. “Why? You planning a party?”

“No. Uh- actually.” fiddle fiddle fiddle went her fingers- “I wanted to see what you’d think if I uh… asked you out?” A bunny of action was she, and beating around bushes had never been her specialty. Her arm was strong, but her morals were far too large to carry about sticks.

The silence after that is almost nauseating.

Nick is quiet. Taking the next right. Judy feels like she might vomit. Sorry, she wants to scream. God, she wants to barrel roll right out of their cruiser and duck into the sewers. Maybe she could live there forever! Become a hermit! Answer only to the call of the wild and tell no one about the mortifying moment where she asked her partner out in their cruiser.

Or… she could just be a big bunny, apologize, and then get home and bawl out her eyes the way she had at senior prom after she’d caught her date playing tonsil hockey with Jenny Clover.

“Nick-” she starts, her speech prepared with the twang of last words on her tongue-

“You know, Carrots, I ain’t a cheap date. Diamonds and flowers are all that really woo me. But if you’re willing to take a shot…”

The only thing that breaks her of her complete shock is smirk number five, and then she has to use every fiber in her tiny body to keep herself from throwing said tiny body across the dash and onto him. But she does well. Acadamy life trained her for this. And she sits in her seat, and gives a little wiggle of pleasure.

“I was thinking that Vegan place?”

“Sounds good.” He takes another right. “And I expect flowers.”

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