i would write some pathetic thing about how much i love you but i think everyone already knows that

The Reader and the Writer (Part 2)

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Part one here

Anon requests: can you please do a part two of “The reader and the writer”? i’m shook, lost and now stressed over who she really is

The Reader and the Writer is amazingggg! Are u gonna do a part 2?? I wanna read more!!

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Is there going to be a part 2 for The Reader and the Writer? Can there be a part 2? I loved it by the way :)

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Omigod, I love your Reader and Writer imagine soooooo much, are you going to write a part two??

OK PLEASE WRITE A PART TWO TO THE READER AND THE WRITER IS WAS SO GOOD!

Wtf?!? The reader and the writer is honestly amazing! I love it 😍 2pt maybe? I wanna know what happens with the reader and Jason

I love love love the reader and the writer, if you aren’t too busy could you please update it with a second part soon? I can’t bear to be left for days without knowing what Jughead found 😂 thanks x

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The reader and the writer was amazing and i got too attached. Part 2 please if you don’t mind.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: A confrontation ensues between the reader and the writer

Warnings: none

Word count: 887

A/N: I’m glad you guys liked the first part so much! Enjoy part 2!


(Y/N) didn’t return to Pop’s.  Every night, Jughead sat in his normal booth typing on his computer, but his eyes constantly flicked up towards the entrance.  His friends noticed his shift in attitude.

“Jug,” Archie sat across from him, “you gotta snap out of this.”

“Out of what?” Jughead asked monotonously, rolling his eyes.  “I’m fine, Archie.”

“I know you like to sit here and brood all mysteriously,” Veronica interjected, “but this is sad. Just call (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)?” he scoffed.  “This isn’t about (Y/N).”  When the entire table sent him disbelieving looks, he sighed and looked out the window.  “I already called her.”

“How many times?” Kevin asked with a smirk.  Jughead sighed again, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

“Every night.” Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin all shared a knowing glance.  “I know what you guys are thinking and no, it’s not like that.  I’m not some pathetically smitten person, okay?”

“Okay, Jughead,” Betty said, but rolled her eyes.  “If you insist.”


To say (Y/N) felt guilty would be an understatement.  From the moment she stomped out of that diner, regret gnawed at her inside out. Without the consistency of her nightly stops in Pop’s, she didn’t know what to do with herself.  She spent every night after school in her room sulking. Every night, her phone rang, lighting up with Jughead’s name.  She was tempted to answer it every night, her finger hovering over the answer button, but then she turned away and ignored his call.  (Y/N) missed Pop’s: she missed the delicious foods, the quiet yet comforting atmosphere, and the person who sat across from her in their usual booth.  


One day, Jughead sat with an uneaten burger in front of him, laptop closed.  Today had been an especially slow day, both in Jughead’s mind and Pop’s.  Suddenly, a jingle of the bell signaled that someone new entered the diner.  Jughead sat up a bit to see who it was.  When he identified the new customer, he perked up immediately.  Grabbing a book, he shot up and walked over to the table where she had just sat down.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he said, slamming down the book in front of her, “is an author from the 18th century.  She wrote four novels, all of them published under an alias at first.  It was not until two hundred years later that the true author was discovered.  She has been dead for over two hundred years, and she is most certainly not you.”  (Y/N) looked up at him with wide eyes.

“What, I can’t have the same name as someone else?” she fired back, but there was a waver in her voice. Jughead glared as he sat down across from her.

“You see, I would think that, too,” Jughead responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “but I searched for you online, and I couldn’t find anything on you.  Not one thing.”

“I like to keep my life private.  I don’t publish stuff about me online.”

“Yeah, but there’s something about everyone on the world wide web if you look hard enough,” Jughead explained, his voice accusingly sharp.  “Now I have two theories: one, you’re a very experienced hacker, and you’ve gone and wiped all information regarding you off the internet; or two, you’re hiding something, and you’re using a dead unpopular author’s name to keep your real identity a secret.  Personally, I’m choosing the latter, considering how well-read you are.”  (Y/N) stared at Jughead with sad, wide eyes.  “When were you going to tell me?”

“I wasn’t,” she whispered. Jughead clenched his jaw and shook his head.  

“Whatever,” he mumbled, standing up.  He began to walk away when (Y/N) shot up from her seat.

“I was born in Riverdale,” she called out to him.  Jughead stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around.

“What?”

“I was born in Riverdale,” she repeated slower.  Jughead neared the table and sat down across from (Y/N).

“So what?”

“So I-,” she started, “I can’t- I can’t just tell you everything.”  Jughead rolled his eyes and began to push his chair out when (Y/N) placed her hand on his, her eyes silently begging him to stay.  “If you care, you’ll trust me.”

“What makes you think I care?” Jughead demanded, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how he didn’t move his hands out from under hers.

“Because you called?” she offered, causing Jughead to sit up a little straighter.  “You called me every night, Jug.”

“I was worried,” he muttered, looking away.  (Y/N) smiled, patted his hand, and stood up.

“Keep writing, Jughead. See you around.”  Spinning on her heel, (Y/N) grabbed her copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray and exited the diner.  Jughead’s eyes followed her figure out until the door closed behind her.  Then he pulled out his laptop and started to furiously type.

And so, a little light shined on the dark mystery of Riverdale’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) like the calm before the storm.  The writer becomes the reader, the reader becomes the read.  I found myself hooked on her just from a little information, like a drug addict craving his fix.  New girls can never hide in a small town like Riverdale, but God, I knew (Y/N), in all her enigmatic splendor, would lurk in the shadows of this town for as long as she possibly could.”

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confession time, here’s what i got

Summary: In which Otabek and Yuri pine for each other a lot, and manage to drag other people into their own problems. (otayuri week day 1! prompt: confessions, otayuri, side pairings viktuuri and saramila, word count: 4095)


Otabek figures out that he loves Yuri when he is twenty-one.

It’s during Yuri’s nineteenth birthday, too. His plane lands exactly at midnight, and he’s rushing to get his baggage as quick as he can to meet his best friend. He sees him the moment he claims baggage – it isn’t hard to miss his long hair or his leopard jacket – and he stretches his arms out as Yuri bolts over to him.

In the next minute, he has him in his arms, and he hears a cheerful, “Beka!” in his ears, and, oh, he realizes. He is in love.

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Split - Kai Scenario. Part 3.

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family. 

Word Count: 3564

A/n: Oooh, the drama in this chapter, hohohoho

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It’s 6pm and you’re still sitting in the kitchen. Ever since you woke up you’ve been running around the house with a broom and a map, listening to your mother-in-law’s instructions on where to clean next. You’re exhausted by now, but you can’t really disappoint a woman when the family dinners mean everything to her.

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UNBELIEVABLE : PART ONE

RACE X READER

[NEWSIES]

REQUEST(S):  “Any Race imagine but if it could be funny that would be amazing because I love Race and I’m in the mood for funny. Thank you for doing this!”

“If you wrote race x reader I would love you forever”

SUMMARY: Y/N is breaking one of the most important and enforced newsie rules. And, worse than that, she’s got a crush on her way too attractive selling partner that simply won’t go away.

A/N: okay so apparently i’m incapable of writing short imagines because this’ll have a part two coming soon. there’s not too much race x reader in this one because it’s more of a buildup, but next part will have more of that. i tried my best to make it funny, i guess? and by that i mean i just let the narrator (reader) go with barely any filter on their thoughts so, enjoy!

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When it came to being a newsie, there were rules in place that really should be followed. I had never been one to really favor breaking the rules without necessary, so I followed as many as possible:

1. Pay for your papes
2. Do whatever it takes to sell them
3. Don’t steal anybody’s anything
4. Do not come back with papes left unless you want to be eating them for dinner

There are some rules, however, that just have to be broken. Such as lucky rule number five:

5. No girls allowed

This rule in particular was bullshit in my opinion, and really it was there for no reason. Why would The World deny having more papers sold just because a girl was selling them? Honestly, it’s like these guys know nothing. But, you know, it wasn’t too much of a setback. It just meant getting up earlier than all the other boys to make sure all my hair stayed tucked in my cap, wrap up my chest a little bit (since boys aren’t exactly supposed to have breasts) - oh, and no talking. Ever.

Me attempting to imitate a boy’s voice was just too pathetic, and this way I would never slip up. Sure, it takes a lot of restraint to not scream at some of the boys sometimes, but it pays for the food. Plus, the minute the boys found out I was “mute” they rejoiced - according to them I was a gold mine. All I needed was a selling partner, and we’d make easy money.

Race had jumped at the opportunity. Sometimes I wish he hadn’t. It’s much harder to pretend to be a straight boy when your partner’s smile is so cute you’re pretty sure it’s not even legal. And, God, that damn smirk of his. How’s a girl supposed to stay in control when he’s making some dumb joke, sporting that smirk with his hair all messed up from a day of selling papes? It’s just unfair.

And of course I had wished for someone to confide in. I hadn’t talked at all in months, and I could barely remember what my voice sounded like. When I got time alone, sometimes I would whisper to myself under my breath just for relief purposes. There’s just so much to talk about, and I haven’t gotten to say any of it all because of some stupid rule that says I can’t be a girl if I want to sell papes. From the very beginning I had been dying to find someone who I trusted enough to tell without them blabbing to everyone, but I just hadn’t worked up the courage yet. I certainly hadn’t planned to have Katherine find out because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

She was walking with me on the way back to the lodge and she was working on an article, thinking out loud at she wrote. “Ugh, I need a good synonym for amazing. I’ve used that word like five times already.” She ran a hand over her face, obviously in distress, and it just kind of slipped out.

“Phenomenal.” Her eyes widened and she looked up from her paper at me slowly, shock overtaking her face. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I felt the panic start to take hold of me.

“You - you can talk? Oh my god, oh my god. Were you just pretending to sell more papers? That’s some damn good commitment you got there…”

“Please don’t tell anyone!” I squeaked, which was very much the wrong thing to do, because up until this point she had only heard me say one word - and gender is kind of hard to determine from four syllables. However, when you’ve said an entire sentence in your much-higher-than-a-boy’s voice, that kind of gives it away. For a second time, she freaked.

“You’re a girl! That’s why you don’t talk! That’s hilarious!” She broke out laughing as I stood there, still scared out of my mind but a little bit calmed by her lack of anger. “I won’t tell any of the boys, promise,” she breathed, smiling. “Oh, but this is so great! Finally, another girl I can talk to about these damn boys!” I laughed at that, and soon we were both giggling like idiots.

Suddenly, her face lit up. “How long has it been since you got to, you know, lose the getup?”

“Don’t know, lost count.” I shrugged and she squealed. Grabbing my arm and dragging me in the opposite direction of the lodge. “Kath, we’re going the wrong way.”

“Nope, you’re not going to the lodge.”

“I’m not?”

“No, you’re staying at my place and you’re going to get to be a girl again for tonight.”

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“Hey! Anybody seen Mute?”

A chorus of ‘no’s came as a response, and Race sighed. He’d left his partner with Katherine, but they had yet to make it to the lodge and it was already dark. Jack was worried as well, both of them concerned that something had happened. Mute was a great selling partner with all the sympathy he ignited, but he was a scrawny guy and if someone had attacked them, Race wasn’t sure Mute would’ve been able to fight them off. Eventually, it got too late, and both he and Jack fell asleep.

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An hour before the boys woke up for the morning, I came sneaking through the lodge door, already prepped and ready for the day (hair clipped in place thanks to Katherine, and breasts securely flat). I’d spent the night with Katherine sharing stories and finally talking about all the things I’d been dying to say. Saying Kath was excited when I went on a rant about how annoyingly attractive Race was was an understatement - the reporter was ecstatic. I tried to calm her down - “it’s never gonna happen, Kath, to him I am and always will be a boy. And even if he’s gay, I can’t even speak” - but it was no use.

We hadn’t actually ended up sleeping. Instead, we’d spent the early hours making me look like a boy again, with some added improvements. Before I’d left, Kath had given me a book, so when I arrived back at the lodge and there was a little while before the morning bell would ring, I sat on my bunk and read.

The minute the morning bell rang, the lodge filled with noise. All the boys were waking up and fighting for space. In order to avoid the chaos, I walked outside, leaving the book on my bunk. I was enjoying the small noises of a New York morning when suddenly someone was standing next to me.

“You and Kath get back alright last night? Didn’t see you before I fell asleep.” The mere sound of Race’s voice made my face heat up and I hated it. The fact that he had noticed my absence made my heart skip a beat, even though I was sure it was more of a brotherly type of “this kid can’t even talk he needs to be protected” kind of way. I nodded as a response and he gave a little nod of his own.

After the previous night I wanted more than ever to tell Race everything. Maybe if he knew I was a girl things would be different. Maybe if I could actually talk to him, this whole thing would be easier.

“Mornin’ boys!” Jack came up behind us with Crutchie beside him. “Hey Mute, Kath get home okay?” Before I could respond with a nod, Race was talking.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” He pointed down the street a little where Katherine appeared to be sprinting toward us at full speed. When she reached us she was panting heavily, attempting to relay what must’ve been important news.

“The Delanceys… they’re coming here… heard something about a girl Newsie,” she said in between breaths. I felt my heart stop in my chest. Being discovered as a girl by the boys or Katherine was one thing, being discovered by the Delanceys was another. They wouldn’t hesitate to take me away for breaking the rules, and I don’t think the fact that I’m a girl would stop them from roughing me up a bit.

“I think we would’ve noticed if one of was a girl,” Romeo said, causing all the boys to laugh. By now everyone was up and gathered. Katherine kept glancing around and I could tell she was panicking. I made brief eye contact with her and I’m sure she could see the fear in my eyes. She was doing a better job at hiding it. I was about to start shaking uncontrollably. In the distance, The Delancey brothers could be seen walking in our direction.

“You smell that boys?” Race called out, smiling as the Delancey brothers scowled. “It smells like we got the bad kind o’ company!”

“I’d shut your mouth if I were you,” Morris growled.

“We got reason to believe one of you maggots has been breaking the rules. Youse hiding a girl in that lodge of yours.” Jack stepped up to Oscar confidently, no hesitation  in his stance.

“What - you sayin’ we wouldn’t be able to tell if we’s had a girl selling papes with us? We ain’t hiding no girls.” I wondered what would happen if Jack knew that he was lying. More importantly, what would happen if the Delanceys started poking around? They so much as knock my cap off my head an I’m a goner. It was too late to pull it down to hide my face more, it would be too suspicious. Plus, it was already blocking my face some, as usual.

I tensed as the brothers started walking through the crowd of boys. They were met with plenty of laughs and jeers, and quite a few jokes made. The world stopped.

And then started again as the Delancey boys begrudgingly left, not having found what they were looking for. The newsies taunted them as they walked away and I let out a sigh of relief.

“That was a close one,” Katherine gave a little laugh.

“Whaddya mean?” Jack asked, and I froze again. “Why was it a close one?” I watched as Katherine tensed up, trying to form some sort of explanation the wouldn’t give me away.

“Well, you know, I - uh…. I thought that, maybe, he was gonna… hit you? Yeah! I thought he was gonna hit you, but he didn’t…. So it was a close one?” Jesus Christ, Kath, really?

Murmurs were starting to get louder throughout the crowd as everyone began to search for the supposed girl among them. Race wasn’t looking at me at all, and I really don’t know whether I was relieved or offended. Maybe he trusted me too much to think I would lie. Not that I ever actually said I wasn’t a girl. Or, you know, said anything at all. If I was any of these boys, I would honestly choose myself as suspect number one. Who trusts someone you know nothing about because they can’t tell you? Ridiculous.

“It’s only a close one if one of us is actually a girl,” Crutchie spoke up. I could tell he was trying to save Katherine, God bless his pure little soul, but Kath and I were in deep shit now.

“Well, I mean…” She shot an almost unnoticeable glance my way, as if asking if it was okay. I almost nodded yes. Almost. Except then Morris Delancey was back and standing behind Katherine, and I was ready to just drop dead because this entire situation was one big piece of shit that I was not planning on when I didn’t sleep at all.

“You got information you’d like to share?” Morris asked Katherine. Her face contorted with anger as she spun on him.

“If I did I certainly wouldn’t tell you!

“I think we left a little too soon earlier, didn’t get a chance to really check.” Oscar Delancey was standing directly behind me and his voice sent chills down my spine. How the hell did he even get there? It’s not even noon and this has got to be the worst day of my life.

And then Katherine did exactly what she shouldn’t have done. She glanced at me. And Morris saw it. In seconds, he was walking towards me. As I prepared to exposed, or maybe even hit, Race stepped in front of me quickly. He stood defiantly, staring Morris down.

“Move out my way.”

“Leave ‘im alone, he ain’t done nothin’ wrong. He can’t even speak.” Okay, maybe not the worst day. Some good things have happened. For instance, Race has showed that he cares about me twice already. Plus, if I looked down just slightly I’d have a great view of his ass (not that I’m thinking about that at all).

“Aw, have we got ourselves a poor little mute?” Oscar taunted from behind me. He was closer to me now, making it much harder to stay calm.

“I said leave ‘im alone,” Race spoke, his voice much more demanding (which was damn attractive but now’s not really the time for that).

“Whatchya gonna do 'bout it?” Oscar Delancey’s hand came down on my shoulder and my entire body tensed up. And then I was off. I sprinted past Race, Morris, and Katherine. I heard the Delanceys shouting and running after me, and I was sure the boys were in absolute chaos because by now they would’ve realized that I’m the girl who broke the rules and became a newsie.

As I reached a familiar alleyway I took a sharp right and tucked myself against the wall, watching as Morris and Oscar ran past my hiding spot. I headed further down the alley, coming to what appeared to be a dead end, but really it wasn’t. Race had shown me this place our first week as partners. After a little bit of squeezing, I was through the other side and strolling leisurely down the street, headed in the direction of the lodge. I wasn’t sure what would happen when I returned, but I really had nowhere else to go.

As I got closer I could sense the commotion. I was positive at least some of the newsies had gone out to sell papes, but Race and Jack would’ve stayed behind to question Katherine. Davey would be there by now, and I wondered if he’d been filled in yet. As I walked into the lodge I got five pairs of eyes all suddenly on me. Race, Katherine, Jack, Davey, and Crutchie were all sitting and talking.

“Mute! Thank god you’re okay, we were so worried!” Crutchie was smiling at me and I couldn’t help but be confused. It was Crutchie after all, but even he seemed a bit happy considering he should’ve just found out that I’d basically been lying to him. No doubt Kath had explained that I wasn’t actually mute, and I had a real name that definitely wasn’t Mute.

“Oscar sure scared ya, but you’re safe with us,” Race smiled at me (and my heart melted).

“Sorry I missed it, Mute,” Davey gave me an apologetic smile. “I can’t believe the Delanceys really thought one of us was a girl,” he laughed.

Wait, what?

I caught Kath’s eye and she winked at me. No way. Absolutely no way. I sprint away while they’re talking about a girl secretly being a newsie and they still don’t figure it out?

“Unbelievable.”

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side note: I don’t mean to offend anyone with the picture of what a girl is painted in this imagine, I’m basing it more off standards/expectations of girls during the time period

RIP Petyr...

Well? I finally watched it. To be frank, I’m not really heartbroken or as upset as I thought I would be. Partly, I think it’s because I was prepared for what would happen. I’m very glad I read the spoilers ahead of time.

One thing I do want to say about that scene and Aidan’s brilliant acting chops…

LIttlefinger did not die… Petyr did. That was Petyr, the boy from the Fingers, the boy who was cut down by Brandon Stark for the girl he loved, Petyr that felt that final sting of humiliation from his past to be the moment of his death. Petyr died and Aidan was magnificent. It’s a testament to HOW WELL he knew this character. You saw him change from LF to Petyr and that was heartbreaking. Yes, he did horrible things. I’m not excusing that. I never have. Petyr was never a good man. But you have to look deeper than that. D&D refused to explore this side to his character WHICH would have given this scene more depth and meaning. During the meeting with Bran, that would have been a perfect opportunity to flashback to Petyr as a child when he was cut down. To see him as he was before he became LF. To see Petyr turn back into that boy before his death would have give that scene such gravitas. That’s what his character deserved after 7 damn seasons. But of course D&D are fucking horrible writers and are all about fan service.

I really must applaud Aidan for that scene. He IS a fantastic and gifted actor. I am actually grateful that some viewers/fans at least recognize and appreciate him for his talent. As I’ve said before, if everyone hated LF so much, I’d say Aidan did a great job as an actor. So bravo, my Irish prince! You were able to take absolute crap and turn it into something worth talking about.

That said, was the plot was still crap? Of course. The entire Winterfell/Stark storyline this season was a joke and so poorly constructed, but I’ve said that many times before now and won’t re-hash it. It was a disservice not only to Baelish but Sansa and Arya as well. It was pointless and stupid and not worthy of ANY of these characters. It was basically the show-runners being shit and writing themselves into a corner and now had to dig their arses out so late in the series.

I do want to add… Bran Stark’s visions has to be one of the biggest cop outs in story writing. It’s so lazy to give a character these supernatural powers when the story has been almost exclusively political game playing. Yeah, there’s dragons, the dead…but Bran can see current events from anywhere/whomever, the past… what was the point of anything if he can see what Cersei is up to? Dany? Iron born? Essos? It’s lazy writing. Instead of giving the character the growth they need to overcome their protagonists, etc… why bother? Brother Bran can see all! It takes away all element of surprise and drama in my opinion.

We see nothing that would convey Sansa and Arya had a meeting of the minds. All their scenes play out with natural tension and suspicion. No one was in Arya’s room but them. Then to have the viewer assume they naturally turned the tables and were in league with each other all along? It’s stupid. If people would set aside their blind hatred of Littlefinger for a second, they might see that this whole plot was a half baked hack job? When did Bran reveal his knowledge? Why BOTHER with a charade on Petyr when they could just have him killed at any time and place for any reason?

Season 5, Petyr stood there and said “Then I will die”. He told he would beg for his life if that’s what she wanted. BUT he wasn’t begging on his knees then even when she threatened to have Brienne cut him down. I don’t think he would have if Sansa gave the order WHICH would be natural considering she just escaped Ramsay. It would have been rational to kill him last season. I was certain he was going to die last season. And you know what? It would have made more sense. Why did she let him live? She said she didn’t need his army. She should have killed him and it would have been more understandable. She could have killed him right after the Vale came to save their arses but she keeps him around and treats him like rubbish…for what? That’s what I don’t get.

Why keep him around this season at all just to kill him off? If Sansa was so irritated by him and didn’t need him, she could have killed him at any time and obviously Royce wouldn’t have cared. She would have still had the Vale if she told him Petyr killed Lysa. This whole plot was stupid and senseless. Reducing a major character, and YES Baelish was a major and important character, a mastermind, the most dangerous man in Westeros… to a lovesick creeper who hasn’t the sense of his former characterization. This season Sansa basically told him to fuck off at every turn. Why the hell was he staying? Why try to plot the sisters against each other? Baelish is not a stupid man. Old Baelish would have been sitting back and plotting like he did with the Lannisters. Quiet and in the shadows waiting for the right moment.

So to have him breakdown this season just screams OCC and unnatural. His whole character was already dead from Episode 1. He only partially resurfaced as he ‘tricked’ Arya and the conversations in the last two episodes.

It doesn’t make any sense. Not for the Stark sisters or Baelish. I think most LF fans knew he was going to die as some point, but we all believed he deserved a death worthy of his character. His character started EVERYTHING since Season 1 began. You don’t show how cunning and smart a character is only to dumb him down because the ‘good/hero’ characters aren’t developed enough. That’s just poor writing and character development. I know I’ve hammered that home before too but it’s true. I like Sansa but to believe she and Arya outsmarted him on their own merits? Nope. They needed Bran to do that and that’s a cop out. Especially, when Bran said in a previous episode that Arya’s revenge didn’t matter, Sansa’s issues didn’t matter, all the political bs didn’t matter because the war with the Night King was more important (all after he met with LF). He treated the girl that saved his life as nothing. Boy, he sure changed his tune quick didn’t he? As well, as someone who says the politics don’t matter, he’s all bent on making sure Jon knows he’s a Targaryen, the true heir to the throne as soon as possible. Jon being the rightful heir isn’t going to give him magical powers to defeat the dead.

Ugh… there’s just no other word for it except lazy. Jon and Dany is so forced it’s cringeworthy. They have zero chemistry which makes it worse and frankly, it’s not Kit’s fault. I’ll give Kit credit. He’s actually been good this season. Emilia is just….omg. She is so wooden it’s actually quite sad. Every scene is the same facial expression. Her fucking dragon died and her face was just ….durrrrrrrr. She was good in Season 1-2 and it’s been downhill ever since. I really cannot believe how bad she is.

I actually want to give kudos to Peter Dinklage! The Tyrion I used to like returned for one damn scene. The scene with him and Cersei was great. Peter is another actor that is just being wasted with shitty writing. It was nice to see him in a good scene.

And I can’t believe I’m going to say it, but I like Sandor now. Honestly, he’s the only character other than Tormund that I can stand this season.

As I said before, Baelish’s character died at the end of Season 4. What Aidan was forced to swallow for three years was a waste of his time and talent. You can see it in his interviews. He’s too professional to say otherwise but you can feel he was not happy with how this ended up, the lack of scenes/screen time over the last few seasons, and he’s trying to make the best of it.

He gave a great performance. Poured his heart out. That alone made that scene bearable to watch.

I’m not longer angry about it. I feel sad because I was very invested in a character I liked. I still like the ship, I don’t care what anyone else says. I love the character still and even if he meets a grisly end in GRRM’s books, then so be it. I’m grateful to be introduced to an interesting character that captured my attention to the point of writing fiction. I thank Aidan for an amazing portrayal and bringing him to life. Both are sorely underappreciated.

If other creepyshippers and Baelish fans are upset and heartbroken, I understand. I fully expect many to jump ship and move on to other things. It’s to be expected and I don’t fault them. We were robbed of good storytelling and I think the bulk of the anger resided in there somewhere. It’s a cheapening of the story and shows just bad D&D are. It’s not just Baelish that has been ruined. Much of the story has too. Other interesting characters were ruined just the same and they were trying to cram too much in too little time. Wasting time on characters/scenes that went nowhere. Creating plots and stories that were pointless other than shock. They hired some great actors and wasted them. Hired some horrible actors and gave them long winded repetitive dialogue and scenes for years.

I think I’m not as upset or sad as I thought I was going to be because we all know this show was shitty but we were HOPING for better. There were some great actors and characters and we just HOPED it wasn’t going to go the way we thought it might. That there had to be something, a twist, something no one was expecting… anything original perhaps that kept us coming back each season. There has to be more to it than Jon/Dany defeats the Night King, they hook up, Jon is the rightful heir and everyone live happily ever after?

Obviously, that is a no. The story is full steam ahead to the dullest, most predictable ending possible with remaining characters that are either anticlimactic and you don’t really care what happens to them now or they are sad shells of their former selves. Even Cersei is turning into a pathetic caricature of herself. Others, you don’t give two shits about.

Littlefinger was really the first and sadly the last of the great protagonists of the story (even though I’m rooting for him and his new pet dragon, the Night King doesn’t count). Now it’s literally good vs evil. It’s been done to death. It’s been done better.

Thank you but no thank you HBO and GOT. I’m done with the series. It’s not sour grapes because my favorite character is gone. It’s merely because you’ve killed off all the interesting characters that made me want to watch in the first place, only to replace them with ones that would have had me switching the channel years ago.

Shadowhunters is Finally Getting Good: A Writer’s Perspective

This is going to get long, so basically this is where I’m going:

1. Shadowhunters is still finding itself, similar to how Buffy the Vampire Slayer kinda sucked until it grabbed onto its “Monsters as Life Metaphors” structure halfway through Season 2.

2. Because The Mortal Instruments series is such a catastrophic narrative failure, Shadowhunters doesn’t have compelling plot points to string their own original story between, the way True Blood was able to do with their own sub-par source material.

3. The strong character writing is just starting to free the show from the restrictions of its source material.

Where We Are Now

-The company that owns the rights to The Mortal Instruments is using Shadowhunters to return on a damaged investment. They bought the rights to a popular book series, and made a movie that bombed so hard that when the numbers came in, they stopped production on the sequel within weeks. They lost a shit ton of money on what should have been a good investment, and were unwilling to throw too much good money after bad, which is why there wasn’t much investment in the first season. The first season’s low budget affects more than the special effects. It plays into who they can hire, how long they have to rehearse, how long they have to shoot, every element of production.

-The source material is shit, and it’s an albatross around the show’s neck. The movie sucked so hard because it was a pretty faithful adaption of the books, which are torturously long, and full of one note characters who only exist to spout faux-clever dialogue, or facilitate CC’s incest fantasies. They are driven by entirely by plot, not character, which makes for flat fiction.

-The first season had to be, to an extent, experimental. They had to figure out the right mix between what they had to keep to engage book fans, and what they had to add to make it possible for it to be a TV show, because the book doesn’t have enough material to be a couple seasons of TV.

-The first season worked to clear the very low bar of of being less racist, tokenist, slut-shaming, girl-hating, bi-phobic, and all around disgusting than the books.
They succeeded.
Yay.

-Successfully moving past the tragedy of the movie into an expanded episode order and expanded budget mean that season two is essentially a brand new show.

- That season is trying to fight its way free of what it had to be in the first season, and the failure of the movie, and the ball and chain of the books.

The Problems

1. The Show Has Turned Every Pointless, Cardboard Dialogue Spouter from the Books into a Compelling, Nuanced Character, and Now There Are Too Many

The book characters have interesting things on their character sheets, but never become interesting. The show has recomposited characters out of the character elements used in the books, and created complex, compelling, nuanced characters, who have ties and relationships to eachother, who are impacted by the world around them, and who make decisions and affect the world around them and eachother, instead of just waiting around for Clary to discover her special rune magic, or for Magnus to portal them somewhere.

Unfortunately, a bunch of cardboard cutouts creating obstacles to, and eventually enabling brother-sister fucking don’t suck up too much plot time, but 11 suddenly worth-while characters (Clary, Simon, Alec, Isabelle, Jace, Maryse, Jocelyn, Luke, Raphael, Maia, Magnus) plus a few new additions we are invested in to some degree (Lydia, Aldertree, Iris), and a few random additions that don’t seem to do much but create more dialogue and scoot plots along (Valentine, Meliorn, Raj, Max, Dot, Gretel, Suspiciously Important Girl With Glasses) all end up battling for screen time, to the detriment of each other.

For every charming interaction between Maia and Simon, we don’t get to see Luke dealing with Jocelyn’s death. When we get a glimpse into the tenderness of Magnus and Raphael’s relationship, there’s less time to see Magnus and Alec learn where they cross and divide. When we see that Alec and Maryse still love each other, even if the have so much shit left to work through , that takes potential minutes away from someone trying to talk to Jace about being abducted and tortured. There is so much potential, and it’s not possible to turn all of it into plot when there are only 45 minutes a week to work with.

1A. Except Valentine, Who is A Spectacularly Shitty Villain

Valentine is one long HHHHHHHZZZZZZMMMMMMMHHHHHhhzzzzmmmmhhhh on an evil kazoo.

A good villain is the hero of their own story, but they have to be more than that. A good villain has to taunt you with the possibility that they could be the hero of your story. They have to want something in a way that you can understand the wanting, even if what they want isn’t something you would want.

Kylo Ren is a good villain. He wants to be a super powerful Jedi and big deal leader in the Empire and the movie shows you that he wants that because he’s actually a pathetic little snot streak, drowning in his inability to live up to the standards of toxic masculinity around him, while wearing a silly helmet. The desire makes sense.

Spider-Man Villains are good villains. They are typically super smart scientists trying to solve a problem, but their science gives them some sort of mutation that casts them out of the society they were trying to improve.

Magneto is a great villain. A holocaust survivor who believes he sees the writing on the wall and won’t let history repeat itself.  

(Quick fact about Oncethrown: I went to go see the Johnny Depp version of Sweeny Todd in theaters in college and didn’t realize he was the villain until the very last scene. (The last last scene. Even after he throws Mrs. Lovett in the oven) Because he was unfairly jailed by a man who wanted him gone so that he could rape Sweeny todd’s wife to be raped into insanity and leave her out on the street to rot, and I was totally onboard with the quest for vengeance up until the moment the blood started pouring out if his neck.)

Valentine is just generically evil. He was born into the most powerful class in his world, was annoyed that his society wouldn’t let him become even more powerful, and now is experimenting on a class he already could kill with little to no repercussions, and working to eradicate them… because he can?

He doesn’t love or care about anyone either. There’s nothing to hold onto about Valentine. He’s just an opposing force. He could be a block of wood with angry eyebrows and the effect on the plot would be about the same.

1B. Except Aldertree, Who We Were Promised Would Be And Interesting Villain is Just A Random Force For Bad.

Aldertree came in to bring the erratic New York Institute back under Clave control. And he started out doing that. He threw the downworlders out of the Institute, he left Jace to rot in jail because he wouldn’t swear total fealty to the Clave, he nearly let Alec die because he threatened very important Shadowhunter traditions by refusing to marry a suitable woman in order to date a man, and a downworlder.

The yin-fen plot line originally was in this same functional but boring vein, until the last episode (spoilers) where he was clearly trying to get Izzy to trade sex for drugs (end spoilers). Generic Rapist Evil not interesting either. All he ended up doing was giving Alec a “Reclaiming the Institute Plotline” which would have been a really, really good piece in that whole “Effects of Institutionalizing Discrimination” theme… if any time had been devoted to it at all this season. Like… Alec originally ceded his authority to Lydia. The way he came for Aldertree just wasn’t given the building blocks to be satisfying.

2. The Books Didn’t Have Layers, and the Show is Trying to Graft an Interesting Theme Onto the Book’s Pocked and Diseased Foundation

The books are just an excuse for incest. The show is attempting to develop a narrative about institutionalized discrimination and oppression, and how characters are influenced by the way that affects their societies, upbringings, relationships and lives.

There is a really underdeveloped attempt at this in the books which more or less boils down to “Shadowhunters are mean to downworlders, and it’s not totally fair, but they are still the heroes, because they are all described as sexually attractive.”

The show is running into a lot of complications as they try to smoosh this theme onto the source material they have to work with.

-The main plot of “Evil McEvil is a Racist Who Wants To Start A Genocide Because Of Evil and Overt Racism”is sucking up all the air in the room for more compelling and important elements of the show,  such as every idea presented in Maia and Simon’s conversation about how Shadowhunters pretend that everyone is on the same team, but don’t understand what the daily existence of downworlders is really like in a world that Shadowhunters essentially rule.

Or Alec’s struggle to be both a Shadowhunter and a gay man falling in love with a downworlder.

Or Isabelle and Lydia’s season one speaking out about Law vs. Justice in the Shadowhunter world.

Or Clary’s 10 minute plot about not being trained well enough to be a real shadowhunter, but knowing too much to ever be a mundane again

The adherence to the main plot of book one and two is one of the things turning Clary into a mess of a white savior who doesn’t learn from her mistakes. She’s the entry point character, she’s bringing us into this world, and she’s the hero of the story. So… she’s white and straight with magic powers, trying to solve racism and homophobia in a story where the whole society she enters into is built around it, and has been for centuries.

3. The Clusterfuck of Potential We Are Working Out Of Now

So 2.08 and 2.09 I think prove that we are watching a show that is just about to get there. Both of these episodes had insular plots solved within the confines of the episode while also having consequences in the season stretching story.

Good characters are interacting with each other in interesting ways. (Except Lydia. Where is Lydia? I love her and I want her back) There are some growing pain failures (everything Izzy has said and done all season), some serious fuck ups (the lack of consent before the lack of malec sex scene) and a lot of unfortunate leaning on shitty and easy tropes (Izzy and Raphael fall into a drug fueled affair, Alec pushes Magnus into sex in a 3 minute side plot, Valentine exists and we have to watch him) But they are setting up more and more really solid pieces with places to go and I’m excited to see it happen.

4. The Things They Need to Fix (this is mostly rambling)

-Give fewer characters better plots per episode instead of trying to give everyone a couple minutes of screen time.

-Give characters goal and personality and development driven season arcs that create plots instead of having them constantly reacting to plot elements that are not character driven (purely from a writing standpoint, this is the biggest flaw with Isabelle’s plot line. The addiction drives her plot, not her personality, and Aldertree doesn’t have a character based reason to give her the drug to being with. “Just because I’m an asshole” isn’t really good enough. That’s why Alec is the best part of season 1. Everything he says and does is driven by a couple easily defined elements of his character.)

-If you are going to sell the diversity aspect of your show, be aware of the full context of the plot lines you are assigning your actors. It’s not great that there are 4 latinx actors, and the two of them with accents are in a drug dealing/addiction/sex for drugs plot line. It’s great that your only canon couple is a gay interracial couple. It’s great that they got a really sweet build up, and they have great communication scenes and they are really building a strong relationship. It’s not great that they do not touch while a lot of totally gratuitous sex is happening around them.

-Figure out who you really need, and jettison the dead weight.
-Why is Raj still on this show? All he does is say nasty shit about women. He’s disgusting, he’s boring, and he’s pointless. Literally every single time he’s on screen he could be replaced by someone we care about and it would tighten the episode.
-We ditched Robert because as far as the impact on the main characters goes, he’s a redundancy on Maryse’s storyline, and she has all the good elements.
-Aldertree is pointless. Maryse could have had Aldertree’s “WE ARE REALLY FUCKING GOING WITH WHAT THE CLAVE SAYS” storyline and it would have been a lot more interesting with the rest of the plot.Lydia could have had that plot too. “You fucked up at the wedding, reign in this nonsense or we are shipping you our to wrangle island”

I Don’t Even Know Your Name: Part One

Request: Can you do a request where y/n is a singer and she isn’t that famous but Shawn is like enamored by her and he sorta brings her to fame and she’s super shy and idk fluffy ending with some fluffy kisses???? 

A/N: At first this was meant to be just one imagine, but the plot that I came up with in my head is actually more lengthy than I planned. So I decided to make this into a series! 

Part Two 


Shawn watched the clock as he held his phone in his hands, bouncing his knee up and down. Time was ticking slower the more he could feel his anticipation grow. He’s been waiting for this the whole day. The possibility of miscalculating time zones constantly ran through his mind, but he made sure his math wasn’t even off by a minute. Her tweet did, in fact, say seven that night sharp and he was only five hours behind.

His phone suddenly interrupted the silence with a loud buzz, followed by a ding. Quickly clicking on the notification, he felt an immense amount of relief to see her face taking up the whole phone screen. She was obviously dressed for comfort with an oversized hoodie and her hair out of the way. A guitar rested on her lap, her body leaning over it as she scrolled through the comments.

“Good afternoon, well night,” she laughed. He watched as she gestured towards to what looked like her bedroom window. It was pitch black outside already. “Or morning. Depends where you are.”

Afternoon, Shawn thought to himself.

If only the whole world knew how much he was infatuated with her. At first, she was just one of those small singers that he would see when he scrolled through Instagram, but there was something about her that had caught his eye. Maybe it was the way she put her own twist on everything she did or the cute little wrinkle she would get whenever she scrunched up her face while singing a certain part. There were a million things.

“Good news, I’ve actually been writing a whole lot. I just have to start recording. It’s gonna take forever, but you guys are gonna like it.” She turned the camera towards a little corner in her room. “The next few weeks are gonna be spent right over there.” A microphone along with a whole set up consisting of a laptop and other equipment sat on a desk. “It’s my little makeshift recording studio.”

Shawn couldn’t imagine trying to record a song all by himself. There were so many technical things that went into it, but she did it all on her own. No record labels, no assistance, no nothing. It was just her, which was another thing he found captivating.

Her fingers gently strummed the strings, playing a soft chord. Shawn tried to figure out what tune she was humming, but he had no luck.

“I’ve been listening to The Neighborhood so much lately, so here’s a little taste of their song called The Beach,” she said repositioning herself.

If I told you that I loved you
Tell me, what would you say?
If I told you that I hated you
Would you go away?
Now I need your help with everything that I do
I don’t want to lie, I’ve been relying on you

All the stress that he carried on his shoulders melted away as soon as she started singing. There had always been something different about her voice that hit him like no other. Maybe it was how smooth it was, or the little rasp that would come out every once in awhile. He had never heard a voice quite like hers.

Fallin’ again, I need a pick-me-up
I’ve been callin’ you friend, I might need to give it up

I’m sick and I’m tired too
I can admit, I am not fireproof
I feel it burning me
I feel it burning you
I hope I don’t murder me
I hope I don’t burden you
If I do, I do

Her strumming had gotten louder, and so did her voice. Her eyes were closed with her eyebrows drawn close together, showing that little wrinkle he oh so loved. He could tell the chorus meant a lot to her and it worried him because there had to be a reason why. Judging by the lyrics, it couldn’t be a good one.

If I meet you in the middle maybe we could agree
You make me feel little how you’re looking at me
And you can throw me shade, all it does is just cool me off
First it just threw me off, now I’m just moving on

She couldn’t hide the smile that had etched onto her face as she sang the second verse, which told him that whatever caused the pain in the chorus was definitely gone now. Shawn started to feel himself smile along with her.

She finished the song with a small hum and opened her eyes again. Typically, her live streams started with a song that she picked out and one more that the viewers would request. Some days it would just be her messing around while answering questions. Today just happened to be the lucky day that she did both.

“What did I have for breakfast? Very strange question, but I had a parfait. I’m sorry if you were expecting pancakes or something,” she giggled.

“What’s my opinion on brown eyes? One hundred percent the most underrated eye color in the world. All the time I see brown-eyed people try to cover it up, and become really self-conscious along the way. It isn’t really such a big issue now, but I remember seeing it all the time back then and I was absolutely baffled by it. Sure, brown is the most common, but they’re definitely the most diverse in my opinion. There are so many shades!”

Shawn could feel his cheeks flush at the mention of even the tiniest relation to him. He never really thought about his own eye color until then. It was only a little part of him, but somehow she had put so much more meaning into it. It was a gift of hers, finding the simplest of things and making it sound like so much more, that is. It was one of the things that made her such a great songwriter.

“What do you think of Shawn Mendes?”

The mention of his name, more like the sound of her voice saying it, snapped him out of his thoughts, immediately putting him on edge. It felt like everything stopped and the only things that were moving were his heartbeat, that alarmingly pumped faster, and his leg that wouldn’t stop shaking. It was pathetic how much of an effect she had on him. An effect that she had even though she had never spoken to him.

“Where do I even begin?” she beamed, putting her hands up to her cheeks. A lame attempt to try and hide her heated face. “I’m not really one to listen to pop music that often, but his music is so good. I don’t know how he does it, a genius right there. Go listen to his new album if you haven’t already.”

Now he was the one who was blushing mad. Shawn was pretty sure he forgot how to breathe or how to do anything in fact. She listened to his music, gushed about it in fact. And there she sat, oblivious to the fact that the very person who she was talking about was watching her.

The connection lagged a little as she continued on, “Looks like you guys want me to cover him, which I’m totally down with.” Shawn couldn’t even think at this point. Now she was going to sing his song. The lyrics that he wrote. The chords that he recorded.

“Here’s I Don’t Even Know Your Name because it’s one of my favorites,” she smiled at the camera, which totally brought him back down to Earth. His heart fluttered when she started to sing again.

He remembered writing Handwritten, more specifically that song. When he finally came up with lyrics to the melody that he had been working on for so long, he was so proud of something that had turned out to be so good.

But it sounded even better when she sang it. She added something to the song that he couldn’t describe. He was able to pick out the way she added a soft high note in one line of the chorus and changed the order of some notes. Shawn didn’t know how she did it all so easily, but it was brilliant.

Even long after the live stream ended, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. One of her fans had recorded it and posted it on the internet so he could rewatch it anytime he wanted. And boy he did. He listened to it in the shower, the car, everywhere really.

Even backstage.

The show wasn’t supposed to start until five hours later and he didn’t have anything else to do. Soundcheck was already done and the Q&A wasn’t for a long time, so here he was. Listening to her again.

“Dude, I’m seriously starting to think you’re in love with her,” Geoff joked from the couch opposite of him. Shawn was laying down on the couch, balancing his laptop on his chest while he binge watched more of her covers.

Matt let out a laugh from behind him, “He probably is.” Rolling his eyes, he sat up and looked at the both of them.

“You don’t understand. She’s absolutely am—”

“Amazing, we know,” the two boys finished for him.

“And that she deserves more recognition and that she’s an amazing writer and….” he took a deep breath, “she’s really cute.” Shawn watched him with his eyebrows raised as he ticked off every statement with a finger on his hand.

“And don’t forget that she listens to your music!” Matt jumped in, ruffling his already messed up hair. “You know, you should give her a little shout out or something on Twitter. It’s pretty obvious how good she is, and I don’t think you’ll stop rambling about her until you do.”

Shawn chuckled at the last bit, flicking the back of Matt’s snap back off his head as he stood up and stretched. Needing a change of scenery, well walls, he shuffled towards the bathroom and leaned his hands on the counter. Matt’s words were still ringing in his ears, and Shawn had no idea how the idea didn’t come to him in the first place. It would definitely help her out, and that’s all it took for him to whip out his phone.

He quickly opened Twitter and as he hovered his thumb over the keyboard, he froze. What was he supposed to say? There were so many things about her. One hundred forty characters weren’t enough.

The next five minutes were spent typing a sentence or two out, but reading it over and erasing it. He didn’t want to say a simple “check this girl out, she’s really good” kind of thing. She was more than good. But he didn’t want to write too much. Everyone would probably think he was desperate, or something else the media can come up with.

It completely confused him why he was having such a hard time. He always knew what to say. Words easily rolled off his tongue.

Stop overthinking it, he thought to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. It shouldn’t be this hard. A minute passed when he felt his thumbs move on their own. He read the sentences over and over. Doubt started to cloud his thinking again. “You know what? Fuck it,” Shawn seethed and he pushed the submit button.

There was no going back now. Millions of people were reading it now, and he hoped she was too.

Unbelievable | Tyler Down

Hey everyone! 

I’m back again with a Tyler imagine requested by the lovely @bicuriousjensn 💕

I really hope you enjoy it and stay tuned for future imagines 😊

Request: the request is about tyler, can it be something like him and the reader are dating but she goes to a different school so one day he posts about her on instagram & nobody from school believes that their together and then she shows up to surprise him and everybody is Shook™?

I made the fake Instagram posts but I do not own the original pictures, so credits to the owner. 

Warnings: bullying and maybe a bit of swearing? idk

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Tuesday early afternoon, after school. The fresh autumn air invaded the room along with the soft sound of music playing in the background.

Tyler sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. A couple of open books sat next to him untouched, while he messed with his phone camera.

Long forgotten was his algebra homework, as his attention was focused on taking pictures of the girl sitting in front of her desk, scribbling down chemical formulas on a notebook.

He smiled as he focused the image of his girl with her hair tied in a messy bun and her reading glasses resting on top of her nose.

Satisfied and in no time, he had cropped and edited the picture before posting it on Instagram.  

“Ty, what are you doing?” Y/N asked, turning around in her chair, with fake annoyance in her face. Tyler blushed in embarrassment as he was caught in the act.

Y/N and Tyler had been dating for a while. They had met in a basketball game where their schools were competing. Tyler was there to take pictures for the yearbook and she was there to support her best friend that was head cheerleader of her school’s team.

They hit it off after that day and even though they attended to different schools, they had managed to convince their parents to meet everyday to do homework together. It was actually quite motivating.

“Nothing.” she raised a brow showing him that she was not buying it. He sighed defeated. “Just posting something on Instagram.” he showed her the picture he had just uploaded and she took the phone in her hands as she analyzed the picture.

“You didn’t tag me though.” she frowned as she saw her missing username in the caption.

“Because I thought you would hate it.” He knew she didn’t like it when he took pictures of her when she was distracted, but he couldn’t help himself.

“You’re right.” she admitted chuckling. “But c’mon! We both have tons of homework to do and I don’t want to keep being the reason why you’re distracted.” she teased as she turned around to continue with her work.

“I don’t want to do homework.” he whined for the hundredth time that afternoon, making her sigh.

“I still got some chemistry work left and you have plenty of algebra problems to solve.” she reminded him making him groan. ”And we have to keep our part of the deal or both of our parents won’t let us meet everyday for our homework sessions.”

“You’re no fun.” he scowled as he placed one of the books on his lap.

“I promise when we’re both done, I’ll cuddle with you.” she bargained, as an eager smile appeared on his face. “But only if you start your homework now.”

“Yes ma’am” he jokingly answered, already writing some numbers down.  

-

Tyler was at his locker, grabbing some books for his next period when he heard the loud laughs and chatter that indicated the jocks’ arrival. He fidgeted nervously as he hurried to get what he needed so he could escape to his class as soon as possible.

Sadly, he wasn’t fast enough.

“Look who’s here guys.” Bryce exclaimed in fake surprise. “It’s the delusional freak!” Tyler rested his forehead against the lockers bracing himself for the insults to come. “I mean stalking is one thing, but faking to have a girlfriend? C’mon Down, that’s pathetic.” he frowned as he realized today’s encounter was about the picture he posted the night before. They thought he was lying about Y/N.

“What are you talking about?” he shook his head. “Y/N is my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for a bit longer than a year.”

“Yeah right.” Justin scoffed.

“So you’ve been dating a girl that no one knows?” Monty intervened this time. “Do you really think we’re gonna buy that?”

“She doesn’t study here in Liberty. She’s in a private school, just in the outskirts of town.” that was true. Y/N’s parents wanted her to have better opportunities to get into a good college so they enrolled her in a private school. As much as she tried, going to Liberty was out of discussion.

“Stop lying, you freak!” Bryce yelled exasperated. “We all know you wouldn’t be able to get a girl even if your life depended on it.” Tyler could feel the frustration and anger bubbling up in his stomach but he didn’t dare to move or say anything. Why was it so hard to believe that he had a girlfriend? And a very beautiful too, for that matter. “Let’s go guys, before he starts to hallucinate more than he already does.”

After a couple of shoves against the lockers, they finally left. Leaving Tyler with unpleasant feelings and insecurities gathering up inside him.  

-

Tyler was pretty dejected when he arrived at Y/N’s house after school. He was still carrying  on his shoulders the weight of all the mockering and venomous words the jocks had planted on his mind.  

He knocked on the door and in no time Y/N was wrapping him in her arms with an excited smile on her face.

His mood lifted up a little bit by his girlfriend actions. It was heartwarming how even though they saw each other everyday, she still got excited every time she saw him. That little gesture made him feel wanted and that’s exactly what he needed at the moment.

“Hi! I missed you.” She said with her face buried deep on his neck.

“I missed you too.” He replied inhaling her scent trapped in the strands of her hair, already feeling a lot calmer.

They both went to her room after saying hi to her mom, ready to start on their homework of the day.

As usual, she took her seat in front of her desk, where she had books and papers scattered all over it. Tyler took her bed resting his book on his lap, as he wrote his answers.

She was opening her history textbook when she realized how quiet Tyler was. He wasn’t his bubbly happy self. He hadn’t complained about his work and even stranger, he hadn’t asked her to ditch their homework so they could cuddle.

She took a look at him and saw that he hadn’t moved since they entered the room, and his face held a sort of annoyed and defeated aura.

Immediately she left her book on her desk and crawled into his lap, knowing that something was wrong. His expression didn’t budge even though he held her tight against his chest. The corners of her mouth lifted at his small action, as she kissed his cheek in return.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” she asked rubbing his back in a comforting manner. He gave her a sad smile and kissed her lips briefly trying hard to convince her he was okay.

“Nothing.” he lied, but after so long of being with him, she knew when he was lying.

“Hey, I know something’s wrong.” he lowered his head ashamed. She rubbed his scalp gently, in an attempt to get him to relax. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I just need to know if there’s anything I can do to help you.”

In that exact moment, Tyler couldn’t be more grateful for having Y/N as girlfriend. She never pressured him to tell her things he didn’t want to talk about, but she always made sure he knew she was there to help him get through whatever he was struggling with. Sometimes when he had a bad day, she just laid in bed with him, holding him and kissing it better. But she was always there taking care of him.

“It’s just that…the guys at school saw the picture I posted yesterday.” Y/N frowned at this. Apart from her messy hair and her comfy clothes, there wasn’t anything wrong with that picture. “They thought it was fake and that I’m lying about having a girlfriend.” she sighed. People could be so dumb sometimes. “They say I’m pathetic and that there’s no way I could have a girlfriend.” She could feel the insecurity and pain emanating from him, and it broke her to see him so hurt.

She knew Tyler was an outsider and that he didn’t fit in, but even though he didn’t fit in in the golden jock stereotype, he was so gorgeous in his own way. It was so upsetting to see him so insecure just because a bunch of idiots called him a freak.

“Oh baby” She held him a bit closer as she rested her chin on the top of his head. “Don’t let them do this, you know they only say that to get to you.” she placed a kiss on his forehead. “Besides, you know I’m real and how in love with you I really am.”

“I know.” he breathed as he snuggled on her neck a bit more. “But still I can’t help to get upset about it.”

She knew she had to do something to help him. She wanted him to feel better not only with this whole situation, but also with himself.

“But hey, cheer up!” she said offering him a tiny smile. “I’ll help you with your assignments and after that we’ll watch a movie, sounds good?” She could tell his mood was slowly but surely improving.

“Yeah.” he agreed before brushing his lips against hers. “Thank you.” she smiled as she sat next to him taking a look at his notes of the day.

-

It was Friday and the bell had already rang signaling the end of the day and the start of the weekend. The hallways were packed with students leaving books at their lockers or just ready to go home.

Tyler came out of the photography room, locking it behind him before making his way to his locker. He was beyond impatient for going home to spend his weekend sleeping. He was in desperate need of a break from reality.

Once again, luck was not on his side as his way was blocked by the group of jocks ready for a one sided fight before he was gone for two days.

“Hey, the liar is here.” Monty began the teasing. Tyler stopped on his tracks rolling his eyes frustrated. He was not in the mood to endure their bullying that day. He just wanted to go home to Y/N and watch movies with her.

“Leave me alone.” He said as he pushed them with his shoulders on his way to the exit.

“Don’t run away you freak! We’re not done here yet.” Bryce stopped him.

“Look guys, I already told you. I’ve been dating Y/N for a year now, she doesn’t study here because she goes to a private school. Now if you would excuse me I need to…” he trailed off as he noticed the jocks weren’t paying attention to him anymore. Their gazes were fixed behind them, their eyes open like saucers.

Tyler frowned confused at their sudden change of demeanor, interrupted when he suddenly felt someone hug him from behind, a pair of tiny hands meeting at his abdomen.

He recognized the black nail polish and the little ring on the index finger.

The jocks’ jaws dropped in amazement not believing what they were seeing. Some of them, as surprised as they were, didn’t miss the chance to blatantly check her out.

“Hi baby.” Y/N greeted as she moved to his side, planting a long kiss to his cheek.

Tyler peeked at the jocks’ faces and noticed how some of the guys were practically devouring her with their eyes. Anger started to bloom in his chest and his protective boyfriend instincts kicked in. He secured his arms around her pressing her body against his chest. He mirrored her previous action and kissed her temple while glaring at the guys.

Of course she had done that on purpose, she had planned every single thing with so much detail, there was no room for failure. However, she pretended that she had just noticed the other guys standing in front of them, ignoring their hanging jaws and lustful stares.

“Oh hey guys!” she said in a fake chirpy tone. “I’m Y/N, Tyler’s girlfriend.” she emphasized  the word with an enormous smile on her lips, while she stroke Tyler’s hands resting on her stomach.

“I told you so” Tyler silently mouthed with a smug smile.  

She waited for a response from the boys. An introduction, a greeting or even a sarcastic remark but they stayed silent.

“Babe…” it was Tyler who decided to break the silence. “What are you doing here?” He couldn’t decide if he felt more relieved, surprised or excited at her unexpected visit, but really he was just so happy to see her.

“I wanted to surprise you.” she said turning around in his arms, placing her arms around his neck.”I got out of class early today and since it’s Friday I thought we could go to the movies or something.” she gently rubbed his bottom lip with her thumb. “Plus, our moms talked and they agreed that I could spend the night at yours.”

Tyler could barely hold his excitement. He loved spending the night with her. Even if they didn’t do anything sexual, it was something so intimate and sweet that he treasured every chance they’ve got to sleep together.  

“That would be nice.” he simply replied with blushed cheeks and and an eager smile.  

“What the hell is going on in here?” Bryce whispered to his friends, shock still present on his voice.

“I don’t even know man.” Justin answered without taking his eyes off of the couple.

Y/N had to stop herself from laughing at the boys’ reaction. She winked at Tyler before turning to them.

“I’m really sorry guys, but Ty and I got things to do.” She took his hand in hers and intertwined their fingers while they made their way to the exit. As expected, they didn’t reply as they left. “Nice to meet you guys.” she half yelled without turning around.

Once both of them were outside of the school grounds, Tyler took her in his arms spinning her around, both of them laughing.

“That was awesome babe!” he cheered feeling lighthearted as she continued to laugh.

“After the tough week you had, I thought you could do some cheering up.” Tyler looked at her adoringly with her face between his hands. “And in the way, I thought I could shut some idiots’ mouths too.”

He laughed amused at his girl as he took her hand once again, starting to walk towards his house, with his gloomy attitude left behind.

-

Y/N patted her lips dry with a towel as she finished brushing her teeth, ready to go to bed.

She was about to come out of the bathroom when she got distracted by her phone, going through the notifications of the day.

Impatient to be with her, Tyler came in through the open door going straight to her, seeking her touch. He held her tight against his body, almost trying to disappear on the safe heaven that her arms represented.

He was in a very cuddly mood that night, but she didn’t mind. Cuddly Tyler was her favorite Tyler.

She took a deep breath as she opened her eyes, smiling as she was able to take a look at themselves through the mirror. It was a very heartening scene and she wanted to capture the moment.

She subtly unlocked her phone, taking a quick picture of their reflection. Tyler’s face was not shown on the picture, but people could see his curly hair and Y/N’s face resting on his shoulder.

He took her hand and guided her to bed, immediately cuddling up to her body. Tyler look at her with curiosity burning in his eyes, as her attention was still focused on her phone.

She blocked her phone and smiled at him expectantly, leaving her phone on the nightstand.  

Suddenly Tyler’s phone vibrated with a new notification and he frowned noticing the playful look on her face.

“What did you do?” he asked smiling, taking his own phone and unlocking it.

He took a look at the picture he was tagged in, his heart skipping a beat as he read the caption below it.

It was little things like this, that made him wonder what did he do to deserve a girl like Y/N.

Tyler took her smiling face in his hands, kissing her passionately between smiles, as both of them were too happy to hide it.

“I love you so much.” he whispered against her lips, content with how his week had ended.

Not Alone

Request: Oh what about a Jhope scenario when he meets a girl who is cheerful but then she got a secret: she was a victim of bullying and things got too much for her and stress and pressure at school. When he was reading her diary, he knows that he will be the hero. Inspired by A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone (maybe)? Thanks! BTW, You Don’t Know Me made me cry a million pieces! ~Queennie

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 2.299

Warnings: mentions of death and self-harm

A/N: this has been in my inbox forever but somehow i needed to write this tonight bc it’s been ages since i wrote about hobi!!! 

I didn’t proof read yet your gurl is too tired for that

ALSO I WANNA THANK YOU GUYS FOR ENJOYING MY WRITINGS SO MUCH AND HELPING ME IMPROVE THANKS TO Y’ALL I SLAYED MY FREAKING WRITING SKILLS MIDTERM AND DONT HAVE TO TAKE THE FINAL EXAM WOOP IM SO HAPPY


“Catch me if you can”, you giggled, turning around and sprinting away from your boyfriend, almost tripping over your own feet as the hill gently curved downwards. Your bare feet ran over the soft grass, head turning every few seconds, laughing at his figure behind you, trying to catch up with your own. Breath hitching in your throat, lungs and heart thumbing in your chest, your laughs echoed through the park before you felt his warm hands wrap around your waist, pulling you down with his falling body. A small scream escaped your lips, followed by laughs as you landed on the ground, his hands catching your fall

“Gotcha”, Hoseok whispered before placing his soft lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. You gently hit his chest, making him grin at you and raise his eyebrows.

“You cheated! You said you’d wait 5 seconds before coming after me!”, you pouted and poked his chest, making him laugh.

“Babe, that’s what I did. You’re just too slow”, he wiggled his eyebrows at you before kissing the tip of your nose and stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Pfh yeah that’s what they all say…”, you whispered more to yourself but Hoseok seemed to have heard what you said, rolling off you and bursting into laughter, bringing you close to his chest. You felt his chest vibrate against your again, forming a content smile on your face before stroking his back softly with your hands. 

“I love you (Y/N)”, Hoseok laughed, sitting up and pulling you up with him, as you started picking the grass out of your hair. 

Throwing the bit you had in your hands at him, you grinned. “I know you idiot. I love you, too.”

His smile made butterflies erupt in your stomach and he pouted his lips at you in an attempt to appear cute, only making you laugh. “C’mon let’s go grab some ice cream, it’s too hot to be lying in the sun”, he suggested and stood up, shaking the grass off his pants before offering you his hand.

“Only if you let me pay this time”, you raised your eyebrows at him suggestively and he just grinned at you.

“We’ll see about that”, Hoseok answered as he kissed your temple, engulfing you in a tight hug before walking back to the spot you had left your shoes. He was ready to spent a nice evening with the girl that made his heart burst out of his chest, making him feel like the luckiest boy on Earth.


Hoseok felt his phone vibrate multiple times in his back pocket as he was trying to teach the boys the new choreography he had come up with for the upcoming comeback. He knew that it must be you needing something from him, otherwise you wouldn’t message him during practice, so he signaled the boys a two minute break and got his phone out of his pocket unlocking it in one swift move.

From: (Y/N)♕ ♥

hey

babe

baaaaaabe

babyyyyyyy  [delivered: 11:21am]

hobi

hoseok

jung hoseeeeeooookk [delivered: 11:22am]

He grinned at his phone, making the others look at him smugly.

“Hyung, is it (Y/N) you’re texting?”, Jungkook came up from behind, grinning at him, wiggling his eyebrows at his phone.

“Who else would it be smartass?”, Yoongi jawned from the back of the room, shooting Hoseok a knowing look.

“Why don’t you ever bring her over hyung?”, Taehyung whined, ploppling down next to Hoseok.

“Yeah we’d love to meet the girl that makes our cruel dance teacher stop just to answer her messages”, Jimin laughed and went through his hair with one hand before sipping on his water bottle and throwing it over to Taehyung, who caught it smoothly.

“Guys, stop. We just started going out, I can’t bring her over already. You’ll scare her away”, he rolled his eyes at his band mates but smiling softly at the thought of all of you together. They’d love you, he knew it. You were so cheerful and full of happiness, they couldn’t just not like you. 

“We won’t scare her away, what are you talking about! We’re lovable”, Taehyung exclaimed, pushing Jungkook away who was trying to grab the water bottle from his hyung. 

Hoseok huffed and turned to his phone. He heard the others rambling around but his thoughts were with you as he typed his response.

To: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

what’s up baby? :)

Read: 11:28am

Seconds later his phone signaled him your incoming reply.

From: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

i know you’re busy rn but when you have time can you please go to my apartment and check if you see my sketchbook there? it should be somewhere in my bedroom but i forgot it there this morning

i have work until 1 today but class starts at 1:15 so i dont have time to look for it myself…..

you dont have to if you dont have time though!!

His face lit up at your last message. Of course, he’d do that for you. He’d do anything for you, even though he wouldn’t admit that to himself. He’d never admit that he had fallen for you since the day he met you, serving him in the restaurant you worked at. Only two months had passed since then but he felt like he could never let you go again. His heart had wrapped itself around you and wouldn’t be able to let go that easily.

To: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

i’ll be there in 10

As he texted his reply, he got up, stretching one last time before throwing his phone into his bag and started moving towards the door. 

“We’l continue practice later guys. I gotta go”, he waved one quick goodbye before opening the door and stepping into the hall.

“Hoseok got a booty call!”, Jungkook chanted from the inside, everybody else joining in with laughter as Hoseok rolled his eyes at his friends and kept moving. 

He didn’t need a booty call to be by your side. 


Stepping into your bedroom, he let his bag fall onto the ground and started looking around. You had described your sketchbook as a little black booklet but nothing specific on it. So that was what he started looking for. First, he went straight to your desk as one would assume that a sketchbook would be placed there; in the working area of the room. With no results. So he turned around and let his gaze glide over the room, eyes falling onto your bedside table.

Maybe you were one of those who could draw and write the best before going to sleep.

Not thinking much of it, he stepped closer to the drawer, pulling the upper drawer open and - there it was! A black booklet lying on top of blank paper. 

Jackpot. That should be it.  

Hoseok grabbed the little notebook and sat down on your bed, closing the drawer again. Looking at the thing in his hands, he scratched his head.

Should I take a look? Hoseok thought, biting down on his lips.

She’s never shown me any of her drawings… 

“She probably wouldn’t mind, her class sees it too so one more person surely won’t bother her”, with that he opened the booklet, not faced with drawings but text. 

Texts with dates.

Smeared texts with dates.

Hoseok’s eyes went wide but stayed glued to the pages. Endless pages with a small handwriting, smeared at some spots and hastily written in other parts. 

“I wasn’t good enough…. they laughed at me again…. I can’t handle this any longer”

“What the…”, he whispered, opening a random page carefully. His fingers gently stroke over the paper before he started reading.

“Two weeks until school is done. I should be happy. Everybody’s excited for prom, going shopping and preparing for one of the most important days of their lives. Except for me. You know why? You probably already know…. everybody knows. Nobody asked me to be their date. Again. Not even one of the nerds. They’re all ashamed to be seen with me. I’m too gross for them. Too fat. Too ugly. Too dumb. Too shy. Too weird. Too-everything. They know I hurt myself, too. One of the kids at school grabbed me and pushed me against the lockers, accidentally making my sleeves roll up and then they saw. One would think that they’d realize it’s their fault and be shocked or feel guilty or something like that. But you know what they did? They laughed even more. Calling me pathetic. Attention whore. Liar. Stupid. Weak. Encouraging me to cut deeper. One of them said, and I quote “Here, have my razor maybe that one works better. Try it out in the bathtub, that way your parents won’t have to clean up that much of a mess when you finally bleed to death” and everybody laughed. Maybe that’s what I should do. Instead of just hurting myself, just completely disappear. Everyone hates me anyway. I can’t make anyone happy. My teacher scold me every day for not paying attention, my parents are sick of me spending their money, sick of me being their child, I don’t have any friends anymore and basically the whole school wants to see me dead. So why not do it? Why not just cut right through my veins and let all the blood run out?”  

Hoseok felt hot droplets of tears wetting his shirt and pants as sobs erupted through his body. Was this the same (Y/N) he knew today? This couldn’t be the same girl. His girl was cheerful, gloomy and always laughing, making everybody around her happy. How was it possible that she ever felt like this? Thought these horrible things about herself? That she had to go through hell when she was a literal angel?

His breath got caught in his throat as his sobs started to break out more hysterically and coughs shook his whole body.

He had to do something. You needed to know how he felt for you, how he needed you in his life and how you should never have those thoughts again. Never ever. Not as long as he was by your side.


“Hobi?”, you called out into your lighted apartment, softly taking off your shoes in the entrance and looking around. Stepping into your small space, you saw that the light in your bedroom was on, so you slowly walked towards the door.

Pushing it open and peeking inside, you saw Hoseok standing in front of your bed, facing the other way with his hands in his pockets and a small box placed on your bed.

“Hobi, what are you doing here?”, you smiled and entered, making him turn around, smiling at you sadly.

“(Y/N)”, he breathed out and immediately wrapped his arms around your small frame, hugging you tighter than you had ever felt him do before.

“What’s wrong baby?”, you mumbled into his chest, as he was still holding onto you, not seeming to let you go any time soon. Saying you were confused, would be an understatement.

“I prepared something for you”, Hoseok smiled and finally let go, moving you to your bed and signaling to the box.

“What is this for?”, you turned around, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend. Something was fishy about that situation and you wanted to know what was going on. 

Hoseok scratched his neck in embarrassment and dropped his gaze. Stepping closer, you caressed his arm and smiled softly. 

“C’mon, you can tell me”, you tried to encourage him.

He closed his eyes for a second and then his strong gaze met your irritated one. “I read your diary.”

You still didn’t understand and waited for him to continue. When he didn’t say anything else, you asked: “And?”

He took a deep breath and exhaled again. “The entries from your high school times.”

“Oh”, was all you could say before a sad smile spread across your face, eyes blinking fast, trying to avoid the tears to fall out at the memories those words brought back.

“I-I prepared this for you (Y/N), so you know that you don’t ever have to feel like that again. I know that I can’t heal you from those thoughts completely but maybe it helps a little bit?”, he started rushing around the room, handing you the box quickly and opening it for you. Inside you saw multiple notes stacked on top of each other.

“What is this Hoseok?”, you whispered and took one in between you fingers.

“These are reasons why I fell for you. Things I love about you. Things you do that make me smile. Things that make you who you are and more lovable each day we spent together. Basically all ju-”, you cut him off by placing the box on the bed and grabbing his face in between your hands, pressing your lips onto his. Taking Hoseok off guard, it took him a few seconds to realize what was going on before his hands moved to your hips, bringing you closer to him.

As you two parted, he leaned his forehead against yours. “You’re the reason for m smile (Y/N), every day. You can always count on me, no matter what is going on, okay? If you’re not happy, I’m not happy. You make my heart feel warm and my whole body heat up just by glancing at me. You’re not alone, no matter how stony and long this road might be, I’ll be by your side. Always.”

Tears were rolling down your cheeks at his sweet gesture and he started kissing your cheeks, trying to kiss your tears away. Giggling, you slightly pushed him away to look into his eyes and caress his cheek.

“I love you Jung Hoseok”

“I love you more (Y/L/N) (Y/N)”

©jiminelli

Roll The Dice

Summary: 

“So what’s your plan?” Veronica asks, raising an eyebrow. “Fake date someone so you can learn how to be a good girlfriend for him?”

Betty looks at her in wonder. “Actually… actually that’s a great idea, V.”

or Betty is oblivious, Jughead pines, Veronica spills the tea, and Reggie finds his One True Bro™.


This is from a prompt I saw a looooong time ago on Tumblr. I even have a Malec fic based on it, but I decided to give it a go with Bughead. :)

As always, thanks to the bae @itstenafterfour for being the best beta and friend ever. Love you!

PS. One Tree Hill is my favorite show so Juggie/Reggie roasting it is just a joke, don’t hate me lmao. 

Also this is freaking 13,005 words so it might crash on you. In case of that, here’s the link to it over on AO3.      


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Break Even

A Christmassy SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown

Simon

Of course, it’s not enough that the Crucible stuck me and that twat in a room together.  It’s not enough that I have to deal with his abuse every single day six months out of the year.  Of course, someone out there, whoever’s controlling the fates, has gotten it in their mind that I don’t have it bad enough.

           You know what would make this even better?  Make Simon and Baz buy each other Christmas presents!  Perfect!

           I trudge along the snowy pavement, scowling at the melting slush.  I’ve been in five shops already and I can’t find anything.  I don’t even know what I’m looking for.  What do you get for someone you despise?

           I suppose I could pull a prank or something. That’s probably what he will do. He never fails to stoop to the lowest level when it comes to me.

           But then again, he would probably kill me if I pulled something like that.  For some reason, he’s allowed to mess with me, but I’m not allowed to mess with him. Figures.

           Exhausted, I duck into a coffee shop.  The air is warm and spiced with cinnamon.  As I make my way to the front of the line, I see the display of gift cards next to the till.

           Baz drinks coffee, doesn’t he?  Of course he does.  Everyone drinks coffee.

           So I buy my peppermint mocha, load a gift card and walk out relieved.

Baz

Of course, it’s not enough that I have to pretend I hate the boy with every word I say.  It’s not enough that I have no choice but to make his life a living hell every single day six months out of the year. Now I have to display my everlasting hatred by means of a Christmas gift exchange.

           Whoever thought this was a good idea can get fucked.

           I shove my way out of a candy store emptyhanded. Every shop is bringing me closer to the point of giving up.  What kind of villain gives the hero candy for Christmas?

           Then again, what kind of villain gives the hero anything for Christmas?

           Maybe the villain who doesn’t want to be the villain.

           I shake my head to clear it, squinting up at the sign over the next window.  Antiques it says in big loopy writing.  I sigh and push through the door.

           The smell hits me first.  It’s not a bad smell necessarily, just old and musty, kind of like breathing straight dust, and I cough.  As my eyes adjust I begin to make out the piles of knick-knacks stacked up on every surface, age-old brass and silver winking at me from every corner.  Or rather, blinking.  Like someone who’s trying to wink but never quite got the hang of it.

           I don’t know where to start.  I don’t even know what I’m looking for.  What do you get for someone who despises you?

           From what I can tell, everything in here is pretty expensive, which almost causes me to turn around right then.  Expensive doesn’t fit the guidelines I’ve set for myself. The gift can’t be too sentimental or he’ll know you don’t hate him.  It can’t be too expensive or he’ll think you cared enough to spend money on him.  It can’t be candy because candy is for kids, it can’t be cologne because that’s too personal, it can’t be homemade or he’ll think you spent time and effort on him. The list goes on and on.

           A flash of metal catches my eye, and I turn to see a tiny silver object on a table by the window.  I wander over to it.

           It’s a sheath, only big enough for a dagger, and it’s patterned in bronze rosebuds.  When I pick it up, I discover that the blade is still inside, intact, and actually nicely polished.

           Of course, Snow already has a sword, but when you live with a vampire, what harm would it do to have an extra weapon handy at all times?  One that doesn’t disappear when you’re not using it?

           “How much for this?” I ask the shopkeeper.

Simon

When the last day of classes rolls around, I find Baz in our room – no surprises there – packing the last of his things for the holidays.  I clear my throat as I enter.  He turns, but only for a second, and he doesn’t make any other move to acknowledge my existence.  Again, no surprises there.

           “Are you leaving soon?” I ask, trying to at least begin the conversation in a civil manner.

           “Yes, Snow,” he sighs, “as you’ll be thrilled to know.”

           I roll my eyes.  It doesn’t matter what I do.  This is just him.

           I drop my bag on my bed and rummage through it, searching for the tiny gift.  When I find it, I toss in onto his bed.  “Here.”

           He looks at it, his brow furrowed.  “What’s this?”

           “Christmas gift exchange,” I say, “you might have forgotten.”

           He opens the pathetic little square of wrapping paper I’ve taped around the gift card, and mutters something incoherent.  “What was that?” I ask.

           “I said, this is my favourite coffee shop.”

           “Oh,” I reply, not sure what else to say.  “Well, good then.  Happy Christmas, I guess.”

           He slips the card into his pocket and doesn’t move.  I figure he’s completely forgotten about the gift exchange, or he deliberately didn’t get me anything, and decide not to press the subject.  I flop down on my bed and pull out a magic book.  No use in packing for me, I’m not going anywhere. Not like Baz.  Not everyone gets to celebrate with a family.  And certainly not everyone gets to celebrate in a fucking mansion.

           A small wrapped package appears in my periphery. I look up.  Baz is madly arranging clothes in his luggage, trying to look like he didn’t put the thing on my bed.  I’m surprised, I’ll admit.  I guess he didn’t forget.

           “What’s this?” I ask.  I don’t know why I ask it, as the answer is fairly obvious.

           “Just open it,” he says, not looking at me.

           Carefully I pull the tape off of the paper, not wanting to trigger anything in case this is still some sort of prank.  I wouldn’t put anything past him, the boy who literally pushed me down the stairs and tried to feed me to the Chimera.  But nothing ticks, and nothing blows up in my hands.  Slowly I pull the paper back from the object, holding it far away from my face, just to be safe.

           I am not expecting a dagger.

           Specifically, I am not expecting a dagger with a matching sheath that clips onto a belt, adorned with a rosebud pattern of bronze. I am not expecting what appears to be a polished silver blade with a soft leather hilt that fits in my hand like it was molded to the shape of my grip.

           My mouth is hanging open in awe.  I can’t seem to form words.

           I look back up at him.  He’s stopped rearranging his luggage and is watching me, and he looks almost nervous.

           “How much did you spend on this?” I breathe.

           He shakes his head.  “It was just from a pawn shop,” he mutters.

           “Damn, Baz,” I chuckle, “way to make me look like a shit gift-giver.”

           His eyes harden.  “I’ll take it back then,” he growls, moving to take it from my hands.

           “No!”  I clutch the knife to my chest.  He stops, looking surprised, like he hadn’t actually expected me to like it.  How he could think that beats me.  “I love it,” I say, not even realizing that I’ve admitted to something.

           His brow softens a bit.  “I just thought it might be easier than always having to summon your sword,” he shrugs.

           “It’s perfect,” I breathe, staring at the roses on the sheath, spellbound by the thing.

           Suddenly I’m hit by a wave of guilt.  I spent a handful on a lame gift card, when Baz went and actually found me something that would mean something.  I don’t stop to think about why he would want it to mean something, I only know that it leaves the scales completely unbalanced.

           I need to repay him somehow.

           I stand, and suddenly we’re nearly face-to-face. If our room wasn’t so damn tight we wouldn’t be this close together, but for once the proximity doesn’t bother me. It clearly affects him though, because he shies away as soon as I stand.  He won’t even make eye-contact with me.

           “I can’t accept this,” I tell him, “not without paying you back somehow.”

           “What part of the term ‘gift exchange’ do you not understand, Snow?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.  “It’s a gift.  Let’s just wish each other a Happy Christmas and be done with it.”

           “No, that’s not how we work,” I insist.  “I torment you, you torment me, and somehow we always break even.  So now we have to break even on this.”

           “I’m not telling you how much I spent on that,” he shakes his head.

           “Why not?”  My heart drops for a second.  “Was it terribly expensive?”

           “No, it’s just not what you do.  You don’t tell someone what you spent on them, it just makes them feel guilty.”

           “And since when have you ever passed up an opportunity to make me feel guilty?” I challenge.  He doesn’t answer, just stares at something that isn’t my eyes. I can’t quite tell what he’s looking at. Maybe the wall behind me, maybe my shoulder, maybe nothing in particular.

           “Alright,” I concede, “no money, then.  But there must be something I can do.”

           And – Merlin – his cheeks turn pink.

           And now I’m very aware of how close we are.

           And of how I can pinpoint his gaze now.

           He’s looking at my face, but not my eyes.  My mouth.

           Oh.      

           I don’t think.  I just lean in and kiss him.

Baz

Simon’s mouth, no matter how many times I’ve thought he might kiss me, is a complete shock.  I’ve stared at his lips plenty, but apparently I wasn’t prepared to feel them against mine.

           And now here he is, pressing a gentle kiss to my cold mouth like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

           Before I can even close my eyes, he pulls back.

           I don’t speak.  I don’t trust myself to.

           “Is that alright?” he whispers.

           “Yeah.”  Crowley, I’m shaking.

           “Are we even then?”

           “Um,” I swallow nervously, “almost.”

           “Oh?” He smiles, and my heart stops entirely.  “What else do you want?”

           I lean in by just a fraction, hoping he’ll take the hint.

           He does.

           And then his mouth is flush against mine, not even bothering to be shy.  

Notes *Tony Stark x Reader*

Notes

Warnings: A little angst, Tony Stark, and You’ve got mail spoilers

Requested by anon;

‘can i request a story where the reader has to figure out which one of the Avengers left her a secret admirer letter?(you can pick the admirer being bucky, steve or tony if you want)


Authors note:

Hi there! This one was a lot of fun to write. The original request asked for either Tony, Steve, or Bucky- if any of you are interested in reading the same prompt for Steve or Bucky please don’t be shy and send in a request! (I already have rough draughts saved of each)
Lucy :) x

Written by @toastburninglucy




‘Your smile could warm the coolest of hearts’

‘I love the freckles on your nose that come out in summer’

‘When your voice comes through the comms even in my darkest moments I know everything will be okay’

‘The smell of your god awful coffee in the morning is the best thing to wake up to’

‘You make life a little easier’

The notes went on and on; some longer than others but each one about you. You had no idea who had sent them, all you knew was that throughout your day they would appear in random places; your coffee mug, your go go-bag, inside the book you’re reading, on the pillow next to you after you’ve fallen asleep on the couch. Once you had even found one inside a box of cereal. It had been going on for six months now and you were still no closer to finding out who was sending them; they spilled out of the boxes you put them in, pouring into your room like an ocean.


“FRIDAY, any luck on Friday’s surveillance from the kitchen?” You ask, analysing samples of the teams handwriting
“Surveillance from that time is encrypted,”

You sigh deeply. Somehow the surveillance footage from whenever a note was delivered was encrypted; whoever’s leaving them mustn’t want to be found. “Can you override using my passcode?” You ask, knowing the answer
“Sorry, Y/N, you aren’t authorised.”


You groan a little, turning away from the samples of handwriting; you have analysed them five times already with no luck. What hope do you have of finding out who sends these notes? Maybe they don’t even want you to know. If they are so desperate for you not to find out that they block you out of the surveillance footage before they even drop the note, then maybe its for the best that you don’t find out who they are. 


You pause, a lightbulb going off in your mind. “FRIDAY, can you notify me next time someone blocks me out of the surveillance?”
You wait with baited breath, stomach flipping and heart pounding. Trying not to think of who you want it to be and failing miserably.
“Alright,” She says finally, a hint of resignation in her voice “but I had nothing to do with it,”

-

3am. Your hair’s a mess and your eyes are bleary, but still you’re running through the compound; chest heaving, heart hammering. You round the final corner and stop dead in your tracks, the gym door in front of you. On the tips of your toes, you look through the glass and see a figure hunched in the corner, opening an equipment drawer.
This is it. The moment you’ve been waiting for. Without hesitation, you push the door open and walk in.

-

When he hears you he freezes, muscles tensing and heart stopping. “Tony?”
Your voice cuts through him, the hesitant whisper making him sick. How on earth did you know he was here? His palms start to sweat; in a moment he knows he will have to turn and face you, look you in the eye and answer your questions. He doesn’t know if he can. 


Many people think Tony is brave, and they’re right; in many ways he is one of the most courageous men to walk the earth, possessing both the brains and the heart to save whoever he can by whatever means necessary. The one thing that Tony Stark is a coward about, is the one thing which matters to him above all else; you.


As you walk closer he stands, eyes wide and a note crumpled into his fist. “Y/N,” He says, a showman’s smile on his face “little late for a workout.”
You say nothing, your mind blank as you walk towards him. You can hear your heart beating, you can feel the blood pumping faster through your veins as you stop less than a pace in front of him, afraid to go any closer. “It’s you.” You whisper, your voice distant.


Tony shuffles awkwardly, his face turning red as he looks anywhere but at you. He can’t style this one out. This is his greatest dream and his worst nightmare; sure, he’d wanted to tell you. But not like this. He feels your eyes burning into him and somehow manages to crumble while every muscle in his body tenses. “I’m sorry I’m not someone better,” He scoffs darkly, something in his eyes flickering “I’m sure you wanted it to be one of the others; one of the perfect ones.”


You stand in shock, wanting to recoil as he turns and looks you in the eye. His gaze is intense, full of fear and anger and everything that he hates about himself. “I know you want to laugh.” He says- no, spits. His words are firing out without thought. White hot panic. “Go ahead; go and laugh with everyone about how I send you pathetic notes like a middle schooler; that I hang around to watch that blush come onto your cheeks as you read them; that I developed a new style of handwriting and encrypted security footage so you wouldn’t be able to figure out it was me because I knew what a disappointment it would be… Well, I’m sorry, Y/N, but we don’t all get the prince charming we deserve.”

His chest heaves as he stares at you, waiting for some sort of a reply. Sweat glistens on his forehead. You want to cry; in fact, you might already be crying, you can’t be sure. Your eyes sting and your throat swells so much that you’re scared you might not be able to breathe in a moment.

Whatever you say, you know it has to be good. Words have never been your thing and you need the right ones now. In your minds panic borrowed words come to you and they seem so good that you actually use them.

“I wanted it to be you,” You whisper, biting your lip with misty eyes “I wanted it to be you so badly.”

You’ve got mail. You think of Meg Ryan stood in that park, you think of the way she looks at Tom Hanks as he wipes away her tears. Your tears now roll down your cheeks as you almost smile, trying to recall the last time you felt so vulnerable. Tony looks away from you, itching his bottom lip with his thumb looking lost. You think he is going to say something; that he will be your Tom Hanks and wipe away your tears and kiss you. But he just stands there looking away from you like you’re suddenly an inconvenience.

Your chest hollows and your heart turns heavy. You realise with a sickening clarity that you have the wrong end of the stick; that Tony clearly isn’t in love with you. That this is all just some prank, something he does to pass the time. You will never be his Meg Ryan.

You scrape what dignity you have left up off the floor and turn around, your hand on the door when he says “I love it when you quote movies.”


You look at him as he unfolds the crumpled note in his hand and holds it in the air. “That was my note to you, today.” He says with a sort of smile, looking at the ground “Tomorrow’s is about your awful taste in music, and how I would throw out all the stereos to stop you playing if it weren’t for the smile it puts on your face,”

A laugh escapes you. A croaky, unsure, and most definitely still crying laugh which makes you sound like a piglet. “You see,” He says a little louder, stepping a little closer until there’s almost nothing between you “I don’t ever run out of things to write about.”

His eyes are boring into yours. “Because I fall in love with you a little bit more every time I see you,” He whispers, lips brushing against yours “and there’s a thousand more things I want to tell you, but I’m so afraid to write them,”

“Why?” The word feels too short for the electric charge it carries.

“Because I can never be enough for you.”

You press your forehead into his, hoping if you press hard enough you’ll be able to poke around in his brain and let him know what he is to you, and that he is more than enough and he always will be. He uses the edge of his sleeve to dry your tears and smiles “Don’t cry,” He soothes as you bring your lips closer to his “there’s nothing sad about being in love with you.”

And then you kiss him; you kiss him for so long you forget what it’s like to breathe. You cram everything into your kiss and hope that when it’s finished he will realise you’re in love with him too.

(Once again, something written by the lovely @toastburninglucy :) gotta love her, right? Go over and tell her how amazing this was. - Rosalee)


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CLF: Un Peu, Beaucoup (B)

A/N: So. For the people who don’t want to google the French involved, “Cherchez la Femme means, “Look for the woman.” It was a super sexist phrase in France which basically meant if a man was acting like an asshole, look for the woman behind him who’s probably the reason he’s acting like an asshole. Example: Man has no money? Cherchez la femme. That said, I’m still using the idea that “if a man is acting out of order, look for the woman who is the cause of it”, but it’s taking on a much darker tone. That comes into play later. The sections of the fic are named after a French rhyme that goes, “Un peu, beaucoup, passionnment, a la folie, pas du tout.” In English, that goes, “A little, much, passionately, to madness, not at all.” If that sounds slightly familiar, that rhyme is where we get the “he loves me, he loves me not” crap. 

A/N: I will have access to good WIFI for a few days, so you may get another part tomorrow. Maybe one a day for until Sunday. I don’t know. Depends on if you’re nice to me. :) Also depends on how much this is being read. 

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of Steve’s illnesses, A LOT OF AWKWARD, EVERYONE IS AWKWARD.

Word Count: 2545

PART ONE

UN PEU BEAUCOUP B TRACK: The Way You Look Tonight–Frank Sinatra

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The Perfect Feminist Boyfriend

I love watching Sh0eonhead’s videos on YouTube. They’re always pretty insightful, and well put together without looking at all like they’re some kind of production. Just honest opinions with thought provoking points.

This recent video she did regarding a shitty, pandering Cosmopolitan article about “The Perfect Feminist Boyfriend” made me think a bit about the nature of the pandering male feminist.

In it, she talks about actor Matt McGorry, who plays a prison guard who impregnates an inmate on Orange is the New Black. He makes it a giant point to remind everyone how much of a feminist he is on a seemingly regular basis, and apparently Cosmopolitan wants you to know about it too. Let’s not stray too far away from the fact that Cosmopolitan has been subliminally telling young girls for years now that they have to be thin, have the right make-up applied, and 57 suggestions on how they can better please their man in the bedroom. Because Cosmopolitan likely could have picked a number of overweight neckbeards in fedora’s to shine a spotlight onto who the best male feminist of all time is; but they, of course, are going to instead pick an actor with a chiseled body who overly panders in every pathetic way possible; because being against objectification is only a one-way street.

McGorry’s Twitter page is chock full of photos of himself letting you know just how hard he’s being an activist. Because it wouldn’t be activism if you didn’t let everyone on the internet know you were doing it.

Now, I don’t have a problem with being an activist for a cause you wholly believe in, and maybe Matt McGorry is legit sensitive to giving respect to people who feel or are marginalized. Here’s a better way to give respect to women: just do it. Just treat women in general like you would treat anyone else. Also, don’t shine a spotlight on yourself. No matter what Cosmopolitan says, announcing your male feminism to the world is the antithesis of proof that you actually respect them. Because when Matt McGorry writes a tweet like, “"When a woman asks if I’m a feminist & I say ‘yes’ & she gets really excited I get bummed bc it’s a reminder of how low the bar is for men,” all you need to understand is that this is pandering. 7,000+ likes. Good for you.

The thing about people who point this spotlight on themselves is that they’re sketchy at best. The term white knight is utilized as a basis to confront this sort of faux respect for others; because people like this want a pat on the fucking back, they want to get laid more and liked more. There’s an ulterior motive that’s never worth your respect. The men who claim themselves to be intersectional feminists, or male feminists, you automatically should be skeptical of every single time. Because if they were a real feminist, or they really respected women, they’d not feel the need to tell you; they’d just fucking do it. The reality is this bar that McGorry claims is sitting low for men, wouldn’t get put much higher if all men were like him. Your actions are what count; and if you’re already acting properly, then shut the fuck up about it. You don’t deserve a medal for treating people like human beings.

Lost

Genre: ??

Pairing: Namjoon X reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary: Nobody knows how to cheer you up better than, the person you love the most. It just so happens he also seems to have an answer for just about anything as he was always willing in engage into some philosophical conversation.

(A/N: A story with no plot but something that came to mind.)

Originally posted by warmth-and-wishes

The two of you sat on the steps of an old coffee shop the both of you frequented, unaware of it’s sudden but not surprising closure. Thankfully the tarp above your heads kept you dry from the warm summer rain and the street lights illuminated the early afternoon darkness. You had asked your best friend to meet you all the way out here because something was bothering you, bad. Something you kept pushing down because you were afraid of how it might come off to the other person. You took a glance over at Namjoon, watching his face as he watched those passing you by. In his hands was the small black book you had bought him for his last birthday as he jotted down small little phrases that came to his mind. He’d get inspiration from things you couldn’t see. The sound of the cars would replay a memory in his head, triggering a flow of words to write themselves onto his notebook. It was how he relived stress and emotions he couldn’t say otherwise, a hobby and a talent. You wondered if picking up such a thing would reflect as helpful for yourself but you knew you wouldn’t make it as nowhere near as successful as he had become. A hobby would have been all it was. It was something you also envied about him.

“Are you finally going to tell me what’s going on? I know the coffee house was a bust but we might as well talk since I already snuck out.”

Your train of thought collided with reality when his words had snapped you out of it.

“Joonie, do you think everyone should have ambitions?”

He shrugged. “Depends. I find it kinda admirable when there’s someone who’s so young but so willing to take on a challenge for the sake of their dream. But , I think everyone has a dream at some point or another. It doesn’t have to be something huge.”

You rested your hand on your cheek, sighing out loud. 

“I did have dreams but it seems so….uninteresting now? As I got older I felt like I was being practical by ignoring those passions but now- I feel like I wasted my time when I could have been improving those skills.”

“It’s part of growing up, Y/N.”

“But it doesn’t have to be that way. I know you guys represent it a lot but what is youth really? I feel like the entire time I worried about becoming an adult and made constant mistakes. I want that dumb movie bullshit. I want the happy ending I felt like I was promised my entire life. I’m not good at school, I don’t have a talent, and I’m not even good at communicating with people.”

Namjoon was the one to sigh this time, not in an annoyed way,but more in an understanding sounding way. 

“Everyone thinks like this. Trust me, I’ve been there and there’s no quick fix. You just have to let yourself feel this way until your mind clears up. Here, there has to be something positive happening, right?”

As your arms rested on your knees you covered your face, not wanting the confession to be too loud. 

“There’s a guy I like.”

“See something good could come out of that-”

“He doesn’t know I exist. I’m in love with someone who doesn’t even know my name. Sometimes I even think about what I would say to him if he was mine or things we could have done together. It’s so stupidly hopeless but for a second, I actually start to feel happy as pathetic as it sounds.”

Namjoon shook his head, silently. He faced the road in front of you both, focusing on the people once more. 

“I don’t think it’s pathetic.” He let out.

You still avoided to look in his direction, just listening to what he had to say. 

“I think he’d be lucky to have you.”

You groaned, hearing the words.

“I wish people would stop telling me that. If anyone would be lucky to have me why am I still so alone?”

Namjoon’s hand rested on your leg in attempt to comfort you but for some reason you didn’t even flinch as if it was expected. Everything felt like a story you already knew the ending to. It was ominus and hard to shake the feeling but you tried to focus on the conversation at hand.

“You think i’m not alone? Loneliness has been the fuel to my music lately and as much as it sucks it’s apart of who we are. This feeling is what makes us still feel human.”

“Maybe we should just be together.” You scoffed, “I sure made this night one hell of a pity party.”

Namjoon let a small chuckle past his lips, giving you a light smile.

“It really is but who said we can’t feel sorry for ourselves?. It’s not like this could have been prevented, you’re always holding things in. I’m glad when you finally let it out and talk to me.”

“Yeah, I’m glad too. I’ve always wanted someone I could rely on and talk to sometimes. You’re probably the first person I’ve trusted in so long.”

You watched his tall figure finally stand up from the curb, lending you a hand. 

“Let’s head back to the subway so I can take you home. It’s already getting late and I can already see you getting tired. I’ll even hang out at your place for a bit, sitting next to you on your bed until you fall asleep. I know that helps you sometimes when you’re anxious.”

The warm feeling in your chest felt like a rarity, watching the smile on his face. You wished the feeling you felt right there would last forever since happiness wasn’t coming around too often anymore. He always had a way to make you feel like this whether it was the words he said or the smile on his face.

“Yeah. Thanks, Joonie.” You answered, smiling back at him as you grabbed his hand to stand up. 

As the two of you start to walk back there’s a long silence but not an uncomfortable one. You both were just sort of taking in the environment and enjoying the company of walking alongside of someone else on the humid summer night. 

At some point you managed making it to the subway station, ending up in Namjoon opening his mouth for the first time is minutes.

“Hey, Y/N?” 

“Hmm?”

“If you could wish for anything in the world, what would it be?”

You took a few seconds thinking about the question fully. You didn’t want ot answer the question with fame or money but for a split second you thought about love. It wasn’t until Namjoon had stepped onto the platform of the subway, looking back at you while you still stood on the concrete on the station, that you thought about the boy who didn’t know your name. That boy stood in front of your eyes this whole time and just as soon as he appeared, he was gone just as fast. 

You woke up in your bed, being greeted by the intrusive sunlight in your bedroom but still being able to see the surroundings that looked oh, so familiar. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes until it became too blurry to see the poster of your favorite artists on your wall. 

“I wish I wasn’t so alone.”

anonymous asked:

Do you think this fandom ( PxS ) is going to survive after what D&D are going to do to it? The leaks about this season, and especially the last one about how episode 7 is going to play out, make me fearful. And the books are taking too long. D&D are hacks, GRRM should have never trusted them with something so precious as his life work. They are fanservicing all the casual fans who don't care about complex characters and relationships but only want the boring and conventional hollywood stuff.

Ultimately, fans shouldn’t be judged on whether they stay or leave this fandom for their own reasons. I honestly don’t care if only a handful of us are left. People ship a lot of non-canon stuff in many fandoms. Does that mean I’m not upset with what the show has done? Oh noooo…. I’m very disappointed. I can see this is going to be a long rant…


You’re absolutely right about the pathetic fan servicing rather than exploring interesting and complex characters. Littlefinger has been made to act so wimpy, it’s astounding to me. He’s so OOC. And I don’t like what’s happened to Sansa either. If she’s supposed to have ‘bested the master’ she’s learned nothing from LF. Hell, I don’t like Jon but I was siding with him over her. I even sided with Jon when he met Dany. Drop your long-ass titles and “I will rule” bs attitude and move on, girl.


I’m all for Girl Power and feminism but it seems to be at the expense of Sansa’s own character. D&D have Mary Sue’d her this season, trying too hard to make her a badass. I thought she was a smart badass last season. She tried to warn Jon about Ramsay. She knew LF would still be there for her and he was and used it to save her ass. AND she rightfully called his dumbass out for Ramsay (never forgive D&D for that dumb as fuck plot). I applauded her for executing Ramsay in the best way (that little smile at the end).  I loved her last season.


But now she suddenly knows everything and lectures Jon, undermines him in public like an idiot, and goes full bitch mode on the one guy that she knows will do anything for her and has money (probably the richest man in Westeros by now AND would have sway with the Iron Bank – if she was smart enough to ask him) and power for her to use? Um, okay.


I like Sansa but when did she learn about armory more than a seasoned soldier like Royce or blacksmiths? She suddenly knows about supplies, etc. Knows more about Cersei than the guy that was in KL while she was dreaming of being a princess? I had to roll my eyes at that last episode. Sansa is acting like a know-it-all teen and refusing advice from those that DO know more than her. If we’re supposed to believe she’s a master manipulator now, and bested LF….sorry, I don’t.


LF fucked up. I will always hate that D&D threw Sansa in with Ramsay for that sick ass plotline. Book!LF would never have done that. LF and Varys’ characters have been sacrificed for years and dumbed down. The two smartest characters in the show. At least Dany called him out and then accepted his loyalty (on conditions of death of course). Sansa called LF out in S6 and then needed his help which he provided, proving his loyalty to HER not Jon. I wish he would have said that in the crypt scene with Jon. “You should thank you sister then, if not me. I wouldn’t have come to help you”


He fucked up and they both know it. I refuse to believe he knew about Ramsay. Come for me. Don’t care. Told her he loves her and wants him and her ruling the country. What she SHOULD do is use him with this knowledge. LF is still the smartest guy in the damn room. Shutting him out, telling him she knows more than him is so stupid. Yeah, she’s mad at him but USE that and manipulate him instead. That’s why she’s not smarter or besting him. If D&D hadn’t dumbed down his character, there’s no way anyone would believe Sansa had learned shit from him to best him. LF would not have called Jon out in front of the northern lords like she did. She is acting just like her father and brother. You know, the crap she lectured Jon on ? She needs to take a heaping spoonful of that advice herself.


Plus, LF is STILL Lord Protector and control of Sweetrobin and the Vale. She will need his army, grain and supplies. If LF was acting like LF, he would try and convince Royce this is a fools errand and return to the Vale. Have the Vale protect themselves like they’ve always done. Royce would probably agree! At this point, I wish LF would just walk away or burn it down **mic drop** That would be IN CHARACTER for him.


It’s one thing for him to be defeated by something (white walkers) that he has no control over and manipulation will not aid him. Having Petyr bring down the Wall and give everyone the middle finger would be fucking EPIC. “Bye bitches… taking the next ship to Braavos. Have fun!”


I mean I root for Sansa considering all she’s been put through but she’s acting stupidly in my opinion which is a disservice to her character. Don’t Mary Sue her to make it fit because of shitty writing over 7 seasons. They should have stuck to the Vale storyline (in the books) where she LEARNS how to manipulate and use politics FROM BAELISH.


I just hate that they’ve dumbed down Baelish to fit a stupid and hasty narrative and WORSE to give fan service to build up other characters that are at most, dull and predictable. You don’t create a character that is 10 steps ahead of everyone, knows everyones secrets, that doesn’t get to his position without knowing the game inside and out, manipulation, intelligence and out-witting everyone while still staying in the shadows AND bringing down an empire (the show made him obvious as a neon sign)…then at the end make him a complete idiot and throw his game away. Yea, Sansa is his weakness but somehow I still can’t believe he’d sacrifice everything for her.


Jamie, Tyrion and Varys have fallen under the same problem. To build up Dany, Sansa, Jon….(Cersei is a different story  but it still makes Jamie look stupid with zero character development…) they were sacrificed as interesting and compelling characters to make the ‘heros’ look better. Olenna was my fav female character because of her badassery! Even in death she looked Jamie in the eye and told him she murdered his son! LOLLLLLL…on the same note, I find it odd that she didn’t use her threat against LF that if she goes down she’ll take him down with her. No mention of LF involved in the plot. Maybe at the end, she hopes he’ll fuck everyone over for spite is okay with that! QUEEN OLENNA! I’ll miss her. Now, I pretty much root for Cersei to fuck everything up because she can. Clearly, Dany’s advantage is lost by the looks of the teaser for the next episode. Hehehee…maybe Cersei isn’t as reckless as everyone thought?


I’m not saying LF wasn’t meant to die, or deserves to. I would have been really surprised to see him make it to the end. It would have been a great twist to have him as some really fucked up dark horse but I digress. I hate perfect little happy endings with the obvious hero winning the day.


Sadly, I do see fans leaving the fandom after this season if the leaks are true. It wouldn’t shock me. I love this ship and I’m not going anywhere. Some may not want to wait for the books, but I love the PxS storyline in the books over the show.


The shows gives us Aidan Gillen who is perfect as LF and I feel so bad for him. He clearly knows his character inside and out and to have to deal with his character being destroyed after S4 is sad. All that wit, snark, smarts, devious, manipulating, mystery and such is sorely missing with him. He started the war and so much is because of him in the storylines. To see his character reduced to some pathetic lovesick boy is ….ugh. Just kill him already than keep him as a useless, shell of his own character. Book!LF would have called her out on her know-it-all bs. “Gurl, you really want to play this chess match with me? Good luck!” or go “Okay… you seem to have everything under control I’ll head home” start walking away and throw a zinger or some hint that he knows something no one else does *cough Jon’s parentage cough* *mic drop* *oh you know everything do you? Clearly you don’t… bye bye*


Like I said, I think some fans will leave. It happens in every fandom. Their ship doesn’t happen so they jump and move on to something else. That’s ok. I still love this ship and I’m sticking with it. I hope others do too. This ship has so many awesome possibilities even if it doesn’t happen in canon. We love characters/ships for a reason. I still ship non-canon stuff all the time. If fans leave, it’s no big deal. I hold no ill will towards them.


I still love these characters/ship regardless of how the show has ruined it. PxS gave me some amazing fanfiction and I never started writing fiction until this ship. I love all the people I’ve met because of this ship and/or LF/Aidan. That is more important to me than it becoming canon (I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t scream like a madwoman if it DID happen). Fans need to do what works for them. No judging.

CLF: Tendrement, Pasionement (H)

A/N: Yes, I know this is coming up early, but I’m spending time with some friends tonight, and I won’t be able to post. Also, I am aware this is long ish, but the only other place I would have broken it in would have put the final part at like, 500 words and that’s stupid.

A/N: Tendrement, Pasionement is DONE. Now we move onto Part Three, which probably won’t start getting posted until Saturday. There WILL, however, be a PSA regarding Part Three (A La Folie), since it deals with some extremely sensitive, possibly triggering material.

WARNINGS: First fight! Swearing, angst, angst, angst, a tiny bit of fluff, smut at the end, you’re going to get your heart broken, sorry

WORD COUNT: 2974

MASTERLIST

SONG TRACK: Marry Me–Train & Hallelujah–Jeff Buckley (I listened to this one on repeat while writing the end of this chapter and heard a fucking train whistle right in the middle of it)

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yoseicosplay  asked:

Hey! So I wasn't sure if you were still okay with doing one more request, buuuuut if you are, could you do a a high school au for Monsta X? Minhyuk is the popular, good looking boy and the reader is the nerdy anime loner and she's in love with him but he picks on her? Maybe eventually it goes too far and he realizes how much he hurt her and then that he loves her too. Angsty af but fluff ending (eventually). Take your time! Love you! ~Your best friend :p


Oh my god! You’re so cute. I love you. I’m so nervous because I really want you to like this…AHHHHH. Here goes nothing! It’s going to be a three shot.

 ~ Gaishō


Reader x Minhyuk HighSchool!AU - “Sticks and Stones”

Originally posted by monstaxscenariosx

The alarm clock goes off on your phone. You have it set to play Rush, which is your favorite song from Monsta X. You hit the snooze on your phone and aggressively pull the covers over your head. ‘Can I just fast forward past high school? Ugh.’ The alarm clock goes off again and all you can think was that was the fastest ten minutes of your life. 

“Well, time for the inevitable,” you lazily get out of bed and start to get dressed. You put on your Full Metal Alchemist shirt, ripped jeans, and black high top converse. Heading downstairs you grab a piece of toast and walk out the door.

While you munched on your sad piece of toast you listened to your kpop playlist on the way to school. ‘Maybe today won’t be so bad. At least I have class with him.’ Suddenly your ear buds was pulled out and your books were slapped out of your hands.

You look around and all the pretty girls were laughing at you. As you kneel to pick up your books you see a shiny shoe step on top of one of them. When you look up you see Minhyuk standing tall before you.

“Hm, how pathetic. Just another nerd that’s into anime and listens to kpop,” he says as he sifts through your manga books and scrolls on your iPod. The girls kept giggling and pointing at you. Some of them were even snapping pictures of you. ‘Great. I’m sure I’ll be seeing those pictures on the internet later.

“C’mon, Minhyukieee! Walk us to class!” One of the girls whines for him. He winks at you and walks off to escort a girl in each arm to class. You can’t help but growl and be disgusted. ‘Who says his name like that? Gross.

You gather your books and put the ear buds back in and head off to first class. Much of the time you don’t really pay attention to what’s going on during classes. Really, you’re off in another world daydreaming about Minhyuk. Crazy, right? You’re madly in love with your bully.

But, that wink he gave you. Your heart flutters and you start to smile. “Y/N! I asked you what was the answer to #5. Why don’t you come up here and demonstrate how you got your answer.” Of course everyone starts to stare at you as you walk up to the chalkboard. 

You write out the answer perfectly and look to your teacher. He scoffs and signals for you to go back to your seat. Someone else yells out ‘loser’ and the rest of the class laughs at you. At this point, it was routine for you. You were the lonely outcast of your school. Why? There really was no reason. You haven’t done anything wrong or drastic to make you one. But, every school needs someone to pick on and it was you.

Most days are pretty mundane. The only thing that really kept you in school was the fact your parents would kill you if you dropped out and Minhyuk was in the same lunch and gym period as you.

Lunch and gym were the only times you really were ever attentive. Well, attentive to Minhyuk that is. He’s insanely gorgeous, his smile could light up an entire room, and he is ever so kind. But, of all people, he isn’t very kind to you.

It was finally gym period. The last period of the day and you get to see Minhyuk look absolutely adorable in the school’s gym uniform. The top was a whitish gray and the shorts were a nice shade of red that made his legs look amazing. You mindlessly stare at him and all of a sudden a ball hits you in the side of the your head and you fall over. All you could hear were the boys and girls booing at you. “Seriously, Y/N? We might as well forfeit if you’re going to just space out all day!” One of the guys complained and kicked at your fallen body.

The gym teacher blows his whistle, “Y/N, go sit out!” You didn’t really mind, it just meant you could sit at the sidelines and watch the beauty that is Minhyuk. ‘Why do I have to like him so much?’

 Finally, the bell rings ending the last period of the day. You head to the girl’s locker room and find that your locker was wide open. ‘Wait, but I… I know I locked it.’ Frantically, you look around for your clothes.

“Looking for these?” A group of girls held your clothes. They were the same group of girls from that morning. Before you could reach out and grab it from them you hear a loud rip. They ripped your favorite shirt and pants and threw them at you. “Stare at our Minhyuk again and next time you’ll be really sorry.”

 Your head was low and tears streamed down your face like a flowing river. You look at the time and realize the buses were going to leave soon so you had no other choice but to go home in your gym clothes. ‘I swear those girls are attached to his hip! If only he could just see the kind of person I was…’

 The ride home was probably the quietest one you’ve had in awhile. Of course you had a couple ugly stares and mean things were said about you in the distance, but you paid no mind. You got off on your stop and walked a couple blocks to your house.

 “I’m home mom,” you walk in, kick off your shoes and start to head upstairs to your room. “Where’s your clothes, honey?” You stop midway up the stairs. Shaking your head you keep going and just yell, “I don’t want to talk about it!”

 You close your door behind you and plop onto your bed. Opening your laptop you first check the various social media accounts you had. You already saw the picture of you taken from the girl earlier that morning on Facebook, Tumblr, and on Twitter. ‘Hm, so popular I’m basically a walking meme.’

 Just before you could slam your laptop shut you hear the Facebook message notification. You look to see that it was… Minhyuk!? ‘No way. This has got to be a joke.’ You open the message.

“Hey cutie. What’s up?”

Leading Suspects - Chapter 10

I know it’s not much, but things are about to heat up in Twelve Willows!  The continuing celebration of @peetabreadgirl‘s b-day…because I am incapable of writing oneshots apparently. Also, I will be posting a master post later on with link to all 10 chapters here on tumblr. Enjoy!


“Just tell me you didn’t break any more laws,” Madge says as I stomp up the stairs to her house and smack her car keys into her hand.

“It was a struggle, but I managed,” I say and she smiles. Her bruises are starting to change color and the sight of her slowly unfurling personality is almost enough to distract me from what I need to tell her. “I had a lovely breakfast with my mother while the entire town quietly debated whether or not they’d be able to drag me by my hair to the town center and burn me at the stake. Oh and Peeta stopped by to suggest we try the strawberry pie at Sae’s. Pie, Madge!”

“Katniss Everdeen, I swear if you waste one more second jabber-jawing on the porch and not giving me a hug…”

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