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samwiseofficial  asked:

Hey Alan! I just saw a post about different types of allistics on my dash... one of them was "The 'Ally'™". I'm allistic and I want to know how I can be a good ally, so I thought I'd ask about certain things mentioned in the post so i can avoid doing them! What are person first language and functioning labels and what can I do as an allistic to be an actual ally (not an “Ally"™)? Thanks so much!

okay, first of all, I’m going to assume that you meant [this post]. If not, sorry. Second, I’m not going to get this perfect. I’m viewing this as a bit of a first draft, which (note to self) I will edit at some point.

definitions: person-first language is “person with autism” as opposed to “autistic person”. Please use “autistic person”. I dealt with functioning labels later in this disorganized hell-post. 

So here’s my stab at allistic ally 101

1) You follow the same rules as if you were an ally for any other group: [Here’s a pretty good ally 101 article], but it’s not the end-all-be-all. Keep listening to autistic voices, and if we contradict the rules hold our voices higher. 

Also, above all, rule #1 of allyship is don’t be a shithead–come to conversations with the intention to listen and learn first and treat us like human beings (this is particularly critical with disability rights)

2) Our voices are the important ones: this is important with being an ally to any group, but autistic people often struggle to communicate or express ourselves. Be patient. Ask people how they’d like to communicate and be prepared to be a bit flexible.

Some autistic people use AAC (Alternative or Assistive Communication), and their voices matter just as much as verbal people’s. You don’t have to learn ASL or anything, but don’t assume that because someone’s not communicating verbally they’re less intelligent or competent. And, even if someone can’t communicate using language (or communicate at all) don’t assume that they don’t have thoughts, feelings, and needs.

3) Nothing about us without us: knowing an autistic person doesn’t make you an expert on autism. BEING an autistic person makes you an expert on autism. If you see anything claiming to help autistic people that doesn’t prominently feature Actual Autistic People, don’t support it (unless Actual Autistic People are telling you to support it, see #2)

This goes double for any charitable organization focused on autism which leads me into point number 4 (also from here on out things are a bit smaller-scope, that doesn’t make them less important):

4) Autism Speaks is trash: [and] [here] [are] [some] [sources

If you want to support charities try ASAN and The Autism Women’s Network

5) Please don’t try to “cure” us: I’m dealing with some internalized ableism with this one, so let me turn you over to  Anya Ustaszewski who in [this article] writes:

My autism is part of who I am. It is not something “extra” that can be taken away from me to suit the agenda of an intolerant society. My abilities, challenges and perception of the world all go hand in hand. If I were to be “cured” of my autism, the person that I am would cease to exist.

so yeah cure = bad, acceptance and accommodation = good

6) Celebrate the things that make autistics unique: lately, tumblr has gotten a lot more stim-positive, but stimming isn’t solely a pretty, paint-mixing or slime video (in fact, stimboards are rarely tagged and can overstimulate the SHIT out of me). 

A lot of time, stimming is viewed as ugly, distracting, loud, disgusting, or socially unacceptable. Support your local autistics, don’t expect people to stop stimming and try not to stare or comment (many autistic people have to work very hard to reclaim stimming after childhoods of expecting to suppress it entirely).

Also, try your best to support different cognitive styles and processing issues. Try to keep your websites accessible, provide image transcripts, try not to make posts that are entirely text in images (like screenshots of twitter posts), and help to subtitle videos if you can. <- these things also help d/Deaf people and anyone who accesses the internet via a screenreader

7) steer clear of stereotypes: I’m not rain man or that dude on the big bang theory or your cousin’s dentist’s sister’s younger brother’s son. The ‘idiot savant’ stereotype is almost never true and puts unreasonable expectations on autistic people. Also, not all of us are good at math or science, have incredible memories, etc. Fitting or not fitting stereotypes don’t change the fact that every autistic person is human and deserves rights and respect.

8) functioning labels are fake: never listen to anyone who describes autism as “high” or “low functioning”. Every autistic person has struggles, and putting labels on functioning basically sorts people into “can be ignored” and “subhuman”. [here’s about a million posts about why they suck because if I put it all here this post would be five times as long]

9) ABA is trash: this is trigger territory for a huge number of autistic people, so [here] and I’m not going to say anything else just take my word on this one

10) If it has puzzle pieces on it, run: if you’re looking to see if a group is okay, look for the rainbow infinity sign. The puzzle piece is a huge red flag. Please don’t support anything with puzzle pieces on it. Please. I’m begging you.


Okay that was WAAY longer than I meant it to get, sorry. Also, I’ve missed a bunch of things, but I’ve been working on this for an hour and I don’t have the energy to add more. I’ll throw this in #actuallyautistic and hopefully someone else can add anything important I missed.

happy haikyuu!! fic recs

under the cut is a list of fics that folks in the haikyuu fandom read to remind themselves that there is good in the world.  i hope that the list can help spread some positive energy during this tough time.  thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions and helped to put the list together!

fics are arranged by ship and include ao3 link, author, length, and summary.  please let me know if one of your fics is on this list but your tumblr/twitter/etc isn’t linked, and i can add it.

kagehina:

  • I like the way your clothes smell by @mysecretfanmoments; kagehina; 75k; ‘Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio’s part. He’d planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.’ 
  • Painting with Words series by iwillstillopenthewindow; kagehina; 11k; 2 fics; ‘Where Hinata has trouble writing and Kageyama has difficulty seeing the world in color again.’ 
  • Hinata is a middle aged cougar at age sixteen the fanfiction by pittoo; 2k; ‘Kageyama just wants to mow hay’
  • kisses by buu; 4k; ‘There’s a blur and Hinata remembers warm lips, surprisingly soft from someone who frowns all the time, and Kageyama’s terrified face when he pulls back, and the electricity running through Hinata’s entire body, heating his cheeks to match Kageyama’s. / Kissing, it turns out, is as good as volleyball.’
  • Ridiculous by @festivetrickster; kagehina ft yachi; 3.5k; ‘After Yachi’s heater broke at her own apartment, Hinata and Kageyama invite her to stay at theirs until it gets fixed. Only, the problem is: 1) the repairman is never going to come, 2) temporarily living with Hinata and Kageyama is …stressful, to say the least.’
  •    maps, from me to you by tothemoon; kagehina; 10k; ‘This is a (non-chronological) account of the memories they make out of millimeters.’
  • let’s do it like they do on the infomercial channel by @kiribakus; 2k; ‘kageyama opened the door and hinata was blinded by the sheer force of his rock hard abs. / “wtf dude ur like 12,” hinata said.’
  • love and now by @plotghosts; kagehina; 16k; ‘After their break-up three years prior, Hinata attends Kageyama’s final university match.’
  • A Couple of Awesome Players by Esselle; gen kagehina; 3k; ‘Shouyou meets volleyball and Kageyama at roughly the same time—during his first year of middle school.’
  • Paws for a Second by LemonNinjaa; kagehina; 3k; ‘Daichi decides that working on teamwork is important, and Hinata volunteers Kageyama’s house. Little does Karasuno know that Kageyama has two fluffy secrets.’ 

daisuga: 

  • You’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly by boxofwonder; daisuga; 25k; ‘Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.’
  • pride by @owlinaminor; daichi genfic ft. daisuga; 4k; ‘Daichi knows that Hinata accidentally called him ‘Dad’ once, and Suga often teases him about parenting the first-years, but this is just ridiculous. / “I’m not your dad, I’m your captain!” Daichi protests. / The cheering only increases in volume. They’re probably disturbing anyone who’s still at the school – but then, it’s New Year’s Eve. Nobody is still at the school besides Daichi’s insane, ridiculous, wonderful team. / “Okay, fine,” he says at last, raising his hands in surrender. “I’m proud to be your dad.”’
  • Perfectionism by @mysecretfanmoments; daisuga; 3k; ‘“I just wish it was something you could practice before you have to… perform.” He narrows his eyes, imagining it. “Like a CPR class.” / Suga raises an eyebrow. “You want to practice it. Beforehand.” / “Yeah. Are you offering?” / ((Daichi doesn’t like to be bad at things–kissing included–and Suga is willing to help him practice.))’
  • the perfect stranger by @downmoonwrites; daisuga; 26k; ‘There’s a man standing outside Suga’s door. / Scratch that. Start over. / There’s a man he doesn’t know standing outside his door, holding his sleeping nephew in one arm, with another kid clinging tightly to his free hand.’
  • Black and Blue by @makariawritesabout; daisuga; 117k; Daichi’s new (temporary) neighbor is not only stunningly beautiful but also funny, friendly, with just a touch of mysterious. / Naturally, Daichi freaks the fuck out. / (AU where everyone lives in the same building and everyone is gay)’ 
  • Add New Contact by booksong; daisuga; 9k; ‘"Daichi was leaning contemplatively on the sill of his open window, waiting for the icy breeze he was letting into his room to wake him up to how utterly stupid he was being. He’d always hated stories, real or fictional, about people doing ridiculous and self-destructive things for love, but now here he was, palming his smartphone idly and wondering with complete seriousness if it would survive an eight meter drop with substantial but repairable damage.“ / (Or; All Daichi’s electronics are endangered the moment he realizes he can’t get that sweet, patient, ridiculously attractive IT tech off his mind.)’
  • World Will Follow After by @kiribakus; daisuga; 7k; ‘Sir, are you interested in the flavor of the day? Is that what’s going on here?? Could you please decide whether you’re looking over here or looking downward??? Is this some kind of weird Morse code???? Sir I don’t understand what is going on and my face is burning sir please—’

iwaoi:

  • Build A Temple in Me by @kiribakus; iwaoi; 40k; ‘Up the mossy mountain steps, past the komainu guardians and the faded red gate, and beyond the boundaries of the green shrine—that’s where the forest and the spirit world within it lies. That’s where Hajime met him, and where their story began. / But intertwining of destinies can be ugly business, Hajime finds, when their first meeting begins with blood and the too-human eyes of a beast.’
  • how to let your planets align by tothemoon; iwaoi; 16k; ‘It is the last day on earth, December 2nd, 1985, when you realize you’re in love with him.’
  • midnight boy/sunset town by carafin; iwaoi; 10k; ‘In which Iwaizumi Hajime grows a few chili plants, participates in an eating contest, breaks into a park, and falls in love with a man who doesn’t ever sleep - not exactly in that order.’
  • I sure hope that guy gets fired by Xov; iwaoi; 30k; ‘It was the fourth time experiencing the exact same day that Iwaizumi Hajime reluctantly admitted to himself that something was very wrong.’
  • Phone Home by ghostystarr; iwaoi; 7k; ‘Oikawa Tooru is currently orbiting Earth at 445 kilometers per minute, but falling in love with the voice in his ear makes it feel so much slower than that.’
  • Through My Eyes by anchoringsouls; iwaoi; 3k; ‘“I think if you ever saw yourself through my eyes, you would fall in love with yourself the same way the way I did with you.”’
  • the BEES KNEES by munzie and oikawamemesquad; iwaoi & bee x knee; 300 words; ‘KN(B)EEwaoi: the fic (boy x boy, R-18, dont like dnt read!1!!!)’

kyouhaba:

  • Close to the Chest by @darkmagicalgirlwrites; kyouhaba; 61k; ‘It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he’s different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba’s journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.’
  • Laughter by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 2k; ‘Kyoutani has a cute laugh and suddenly, Yahaba has a crush.’
  • Entwined by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 2.5k; ‘Soulmates share their emotions with each other when their hands touch. Yahaba experiences it for the first time when he and Kyoutani share a high five after winning a match.’
  • Colourmarks by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 4k; ‘Kyoutani and Yahaba keep leaving marks on each other everywhere they touch. They’re trying their best to ignore it, and what it means.’
  • no solution series by fortyfiveangrycats; kyouhaba; currently 17k & 4 fics; ‘parallel lines, parallel stories. basically a bunch of kyouhaba fics that all remotely tie together.’

matsuhana:

  • plus one by safra; matsuhana; 6k; ‘"Did you know we’re dating?” / “What? Says who?” / “Says everyone apparently.” / “Oh,” Hanamaki frowns for a few seconds before shrugging and turning his attention back to the chocolate fountain. “Nice."’
  • A Bouquet of Flours by @guyfierimpreg; matsuhana; 5k; ‘“Is that a flour sack in a diaper,” Iwaizumi deadpanned, looking at the offending thing with a Look saved only for dealing with Hanamaki and Matsukawa (and occasionally Oikawa, though the Look for Oikawa came with a lot more vein-popping and swearing). / “Don’t talk about our baby like that,” Matsukawa shot back.’
  • stranger things by laubear; matsuhana; 10k; ‘In 2012, the men’s national volleyball team took home the bronze at the Asian Cup. Tokyo Skytree opened to the public. Also, the dashing Hanamaki Takahiro and painfully cool Matsukawa Issei started a radio show out of Aoba Johsai’s abandoned A/V room and accidentally became the two most popular guys in school.’

bokuaka:

  • geronimo by lagatos; bokuaka; 28k; ‘"beach resort au” where Bokuto Koutarou works in a small tourist town’s beach resort, renting out kayaks and surfboards for people he’ll never see again. Akaashi Keiji moves into town for the summer for a photography internship and Bokuto insists on showing him how the natives live.’
  • oh baby, can’t you see by commovente; bokuaka; 2k; ‘akaashi keiji’s comprehensive list of all 37 of bokuto-san’s weaknesses.’
  • wanderlust led me home to you by earlgrey_milktea; bokuaka; 13k; ‘When a tall, dark stranger walks into Koutarou’s shop one day, he was in no way prepared for his entire life to be changed at a glimpse of those breathtaking grey-green eyes. / in which bokuto fiddles with a music box that makes no sound, akaashi is a plant person, and some secrets must be revealed sooner or later.’
  • Rules by conesofdunshire; bokuaka; 120k; ‘In which Akaashi Keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon Bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. Bokuto is different, that much is obvious. But with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there’s just something about him that brings Akaashi back every night.’

bokuroo:

  • black cats & voodoo dolls by ohhotlamb; bokuroo; 4.5k; ‘“So, hypothetically, if I wanted to put a curse on somebody and make them suffer but I didn’t really want them to die—how would you suggest that, um, I do that?” / Kuroo looks up over his completely wholesome and not-at-all suggestive magazine (covered by another magazine—a nature special on humpback whales or some other majestic shit like that) to find an extremely hot and extremely sad-looking guy. Kuroo raises an eyebrow, but it’s invisible under the black of his fringe. He alternates brows. / “Damn. Who fucked you over?”’
  • it feels good, it feels great by @niwry; bokuroo; 1k; ‘Bokuto makes Kuroo feel alive, Kuroo makes Bokuto feel calm. There are also pineapples and night trains.’
  • the yeah yeah yeah song by keptein; bokuroo; 5k; ‘And the light from the stage catches in the guy’s hair, so blond it shines white like a beacon, like one of the stars overhead. Tetsurou leans over and yells in his ear, hand on one solid shoulder, “Cool hair!” / “You too!” the guy yells back, “I dig the sex hair look!”’

kurotsukki:

  • A Very Kuroo Chirstmas by AQuinton; kurotsukki; 2k; ‘Tsukishima Kei loves all things Christmas. But he doesn’t plan on admitting that to anyone anytime soon.
  • as far as first meetings go by whatcaniwriteinthis; kurotsukki; 0.7k; ‘… this isn’t that bad.’
  • Who Done It by galaxymouth; kurotsukki; 1k; ‘Tsukishima Kei has hickeys on his neck and no one on the entire volleyball team can figure out who could ever get close enough to the wall of salt to leave them there. The volleyball club suddenly becomes a detective debate club.’

ushiten:

  • Dovetail by ideallyqualia; ushiten; 31k; ‘To know something like the back of your hand means that you know that person or that thing very, very well.’
  • i’m a house with no windows, you’re the flowers on the front porch by @tendouaf; 67k; currently 9/? chapters; ‘Wakatoshi likes absolutes. He likes the idea of something being unchangeable, immovable, because he doesn’t have to worry needlessly about it. He can focus his energy on other, more important things. And among the absolutes he feels in his life, his bond with Satori is one of them. / (aka: a fic focusing on ushiten’s development from childhood through adulthood that no one really asked for but I felt an extremely strong urge to write anyway)’
  • ushiten week 2016 series by @owlinaminor; seven fics; 21k total; established relationship oneshots ft genderfluid ushijima.

captains genfic:

  • national hot dad alliance is now calling… by @dicaeopolis and @owlinaminor; captains genfic; 58k; ‘Sawamura Daichi: What the fuck. (Or, the captains’ squad interactions that definitely happen outside of canon, presented in Skype chat form.)’
  • Kings of the Road, Kings of the Universe by @ezzydean; captains genfic; 17k; ‘Eight magical captains, one bus, an entire summer (and country) waiting for them. / What could possibly go wrong? / (The magic of friendship meets the magic of a summer road trip meets pure magic.)’
  • holding out for a hero by @dicaeopolis; captains genfic; 17k; ‘Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, and Daichi make up a team of superheroes fighting to keep their city free from crime. But they might’ve met their match in a powerful nature spirit that seems determined to take them down for good. / Also, it would really help Kuroo’s concentration if his teammates stopped wearing so much spandex. / Or: the superhero slice-of-life that nobody asked for.’

rarepairs & multishipping:

  • jaywalkers series by @sturlsons; kurotsukki, bokuaka, yamayachi, & others; currently 95k & 18 fics; ‘A collection of stories the morals of which all amount to: if something can go wrong, it will. Also, if something can go right, it also will. / Alternatively, that one college AU where everyone fucks all the shit up.’
  • Hearts aren’t bulletproof by boxofwonder; ushioi; 11k; ‘Being a superhero is hard. / Having a crush on your High School rival is hard. / Your High School rival having a crush on your Superhero identity without knowing it’s you is … kind of the worst.’
  • This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice by @mysecretfanmoments and poulerslashes; ushioi; 34k; ‘Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He’d hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can’t help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?’
  • babysitters club by tesselated; tsukkiyama; 4k; ‘This is the problem with Yamaguchi: he’s too nice. Tsukishima has known this since they were thirteen, but apparently he’s never learned because here he is, babyproofing their apartment for the third time this month because Sugawara knows Yamaguchi will say yes when he asks them to babysit.’
  • blue summer sky by deanpendragon; tsukkiyama; 32k; ‘In which Tadashi manages his grandfather’s pet store and Tsukishima works at the music shop next door. Lots of exclamation points, dialogue, obvious crushes, internal (and overexcited) monologuing, animal trivia, and terrible puns ensue.’
  • four-star daydream by @dicaeopolis; oikuroo; 5k; ‘Kuroo’s cat has a problem with stealing clothing. Oikawa has a problem with Kuroo.’
  • That Go Bump In the Night by sushibomb; oikuroo; 19k; currently 1/3 chapters; ‘Oikawa has always been fascinated with the unknown. Aliens, monsters, ghosts, you name it, he can tell you a little something about the lore. So when a mysterious new person moves into his apartment complex, Oikawa is determined to prove that this seemingly normal guy might be one of the undead. But what happens when it turns out that he’s right?’
  • Unconventional Wisdom by irlbokuto; bokuroo, daisuga, and iwaoi; 60k; currently 12/? chapters; ‘They say you don’t really know a person until you live with them. After late night grocery runs, singing competitions, stove fires, alien conspiracies, laundry mishaps, excessive penalty drills, identity crises, and falling in love with your best friend, you begin to see life in a different light. You knew playing volleyball would take you places, but this was the farthest scenario from your mind. / Or, a tale of how Kuroo Tetsurou found himself rooming with three other volleyball captains at university.’
  • romance ‘n’ all that jazz by @tobioslilgiant; goshihina; 12k; ‘The smile drops from Goshiki face and his steaming cup of coffee nearly slips from his hand when he realizes: there’s someone already standing there. Standing in his spot. / Someone who’s assaulting poor, unsuspecting passerbies with the offensive noise known as jazz. / OR: AU where Hinata and Goshiki are rival street performers’
  • a dash of sugar and a spoonful of salt by @tobioslilgiant; goshihina; 1.5k; ‘"I don’t who keeps leaving me sweets but whoever it is, I’m gonna marry them,” Hinata gushes. / “Really?” Shirabu demands, jarring Goshiki from his thoughts. “You don’t even know who’s sending them, though. They could be hideous—” he looks over at Goshiki—“or painfully annoying.” / OR: the college AU where Goshiki keeps anonymously leaving baked goods in front of Hinata’s dorm room and Shirabu’s completely lost any semblance of chill he’s ever had’
  • The Kindling Alchemist by kvhottie; kagehina, tsukkiyama, daisuga, & others; 15k; currently 3/? chapters; ‘The lovechild of FMA:B and Psycho-pass AU. / “…and finally your partner, Major Kageyama, the Crystal Aconite Alchemist.”/ Hinata’s eyes darted to Kageyama and looked him up and down. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a stoic expression—he definitely wasn’t the life of the party. Hinata smirked, almost sure that Kageyama’s alchemy element was something cold, just like his demeanor. It was fine; he always liked a challenge.’
  • red skinny jeans by @dicaeopolis; tentsukki; 4k; ‘The trials of one prickly student-librarian and the guy who seems to enjoy nothing more than pissing him off. / Or, “Tsukishima Kei and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day"’
  • Herding Cats by notallbees; kuroyaku; 15k; ‘Cat-sitting in his new boyfriend’s apartment seems like a stress-free way for Kuroo to get out of his mom’s house for a week, and to win some brownie points with Yaku. But cats often have their own ideas about how things should be run, and Kuroo has his work cut out if he wants to impress Porco and Rosso.’
  • when the moon hits your eye by Metis_Ink; ushijima/futakuchi; 10k; ‘The stress of new captaincy is troubling enough when there’s not a nationally-recognized, socially-stunted rival captain inappropriately concerned with your eating habits. Futakuchi is disappointed to find that that’s just the beginning of it.’
  • it’s tradition. by hicsvntdracones; kyouhaba, iwaoi, matsuhana, & kinkuni; 6k; ‘It’s tradition, it’s tradition, they all say as they gather up the second and first years. The second years have a look of hard determination, while the first years are simply confused. Oikawa claps his hands together. / "Let’s begin this year’s annual training camp truth or dare!” / Kunimi tries to run.’
  • Touch by @mysecretfanmoments; yakulev; 10k; ‘After a twisted ankle and an uncomfortable realization, Yaku starts to see a different side of Lev—one he doesn’t want to kick at all. (Or, well… not often.)’
  • Ear to Ear by @darkmagicalgirlwrites; aonefuta; 1.5k; ‘Futakuchi is as noisy, but Aone doesn’t mind.’
  • Despite the Warning Signs by @natroze; tensuga; 16k; ‘“War,” Suga says, quite cordially. “This means war.” / Or, the one where Tendou and Suga end up roommates in college and immediately engage each other in dorm room prank combat. Romantically.’
  • a little piece of home by spacegirlkj; oihina; 3k; ‘It’s a big step, Shouyou thinks as he stands back, wiping the paint of his hands to look at the blue room. / Their first real home, Tooru and him.’
  • Boatman by @surveycorpsjean; bokuto/iwaizumi; 4k; ‘Bokuto finds him, washed up, dehydrated, woven in translucent webbing. / Of course they fall in love.’
  • Stuck in the Middle with You by overlymetaromantic; oisuga; 15k; ‘It’s not the kind of blossoming relationship either of them would expect, but maybe, just maybe, it could lead to something good.’
  • Phases by togekissies; oisuga; 3k; ‘i. Moon witch Sugawara meets weather witch Oikawa on the street, strikes up a friendship. / ii. Moon witch Sugawara spends longer than is necessary texting weather witch Oikawa, is judged by his cat. / iii. Moon witch Sugawara, emboldened by the full moon, asks weather witch Oikawa a silent question. Weather witch Oikawa says yes.’
  • Daredevil on the slope by @smokey310; bokuakakurotsukki; 124k; ‘„Seriously. What kind of supernatural being did I piss off to deserve this,“ sighed Tsukishima on their way up to the mountain. Akaashi sat next to him in the little chair lift and watched the trails of small paw prints disappear between the clusters of fir trees. The snow glittered in the sun, the air was icy fresh and everything would have been picture perfect if it wasn’t for the intruder shaking his snowboard around in the third seat. / “Are you talking about me?” asked Tanaka, whom Tsukishima was very obviously talking about. / “Do you see any other people which the devil would have sent to punish me?” / “There’s some right behind us,” said Tanaka, pointing to the following chair lift filled with an excitedly jumping Bokuto, a maniacally smiling Nishinoya and Kuroo who sat in the middle and looked like he contemplated jumping into the treetops below. / Well – he did have a point there.’
  • Mannequin Men by @surveycorpsjean; bokuakakurotsukki; 76k; ‘The modeling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path. / In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.’
  • Half Past Moon by @swallowtail-butterflys; kawashira; 9k; ‘5 kawashira scenes with the moon and 1 under the sun as they slowly fall in love.’
  • Window Vine by @swallowtail-butterflys; kawashira & tensemi; 15k; ‘"Tendou-san named the storage mop after Semi-san.“ / "That is concerning,” Kawanishi concedes.’
  • Sunshine Cafe by shions_heart; kenhina; 2.5k; ‘In which a tired college student’s daily routine is turned upside-down by the arrival of an adorable barista with sunshine in his smile.’
  • Push and Pull by @aroceu; kagetsukki; 11k; ‘The one where Kageyama and Tsukishima can’t be in different rooms if they don’t want to die (or at least hurt each other), and Kageyama has feelings.’ 
  • The trick to my treat by Etstrubal; bokutsukki; 3k; ‘Tsukki is pretty much addicted to sugar, and Bokuto makes the best sweets in town.’
  • OUT! by @yamaguchigrin; yamaguchi/male oc; 106k; ‘JAPAN’S FIRST GAY ATHLETE COMES OUT! / Yamaguchi never expected to read THAT headline in Gay Japan News, but he about fainted when he scrolled down to the photograph. There–volleyball on his hip, naked from his Seijoh shorts upward and eyes pleading for readers to devour him–was the familiar face of Oikawa Tooru. / Oikawa? Gay? OUT?’

other genfic:

  • the lost boys by @owlinaminor; shiratorizawa genfic ft ushiten; 61k; ‘A group of boys lost everything in war only to inherit a country that no longer knows its place in the world. How do they grow up? Who do they look up to? Where do they go to find purpose? There is only one answer: they turn to each other.’
  • Dear Mister Ghost by phantomdieb; shiratorizawa genfic; 5k; ‘The Volleyball team of Shiratorizawa is allowed to practice at school in their autumn holidays.  Everything seems alright until suddenly two of them go missing - followed by more of them.  Is that the Shiratorizawa Academy’s ghost?’ 
  • senpai troubles by @owlinaminor; one-sided goshiki/all his senpai & minor ushiten; 5.5k; ‘“Um, senpai?” Tsutomu wonders. “What does gay mean?” / Shirabu stares at him for another long moment, unblinking – then leans back against the bench and tilts his face up to the ceiling. / “Nope,” he declares, to nobody in particular. “I am not dealing with this.”’
  • intra-team espionage by hananapeel; aone & futakuchi; 1.2k; ‘A normal end to a normal Friday night: a fuming Kamasaki, an unapologetic Futakuchi, and Aone, who is dragged along for the ride every single time.”
  • it’s like the hunger games, but better by safra; seijoh genfic; 3k; ‘“Just a game of paintball?” Hanamaki parrots, eyes widening as he takes another step forwards until they’re standing practically nose to nose. “Kindaichi, Kindaichi, my poor naive Kindaichi. This is more than just a game.” / Kindaichi frowns. “It…is?” / “Kindaichi,” Oikawa says sharply, shoving Hanamaki out of the way so he can grasp Kindaichi tightly by the shoulders. “This is a matter of life or death.” / “I mean, I don’t think it’s really tha—” / “Life or death,” Oikawa, Hanamaki, Matsukawa and Iwaizumi say loudly in unison.’
  • A Good Day by bishounen_curious; saeko & natsu; 2k; ‘For the SASO2016 Prompt: Remember when the big sis of the Karasuno team met the team’s little sis?’
  • second year volley squad by garbagecannot; karasuno second-years genfic; 3.5k; ‘Kino: no-one cares tanaka / Tanaka: shot through the heart and you’re to blame / Or how five high school volleyball players with only their club in common, slowly but surely, became best friends.’
  • Hello, Halcyon Days by tookumade; aone & hinata; 2k; ‘No matter where he walked in Sendai city, Aone was always given a wide berth. He supposed it made getting around places easier, but there was a sort of loneliness in how people gave him fearful looks and avoided him as much as they did.’
  • no unread messages by warfare; kageyama & kenma; 5k; ‘Kageyama also remembers that he’d failed utterly at getting to talk to him. He’d been baffled about it at the time; what kind of setter doesn’t want to talk about setting? But maybe this is the answer. Maybe Nekoma’s setter - (“Kenma,” Hinata chides frustratedly the third or fourth time he says it, “his name is Kenma") - maybe Kenma-san is just bad face-to-face. Kageyama can understand that, to some extent, although he doesn’t quite understand why that would extend to talking to him about volleyball, but fine. He can accommodate this, if that’s what it takes. He asks for Kenma’s contact information immediately. Hinata copies it into his phone with a weird, sour face, muttering, “I mean it, Kageyama, you better not be a jerk to him.” Kageyama has no idea what Hinata is insinuating, and he forgets the comment almost immediately.’
  • levels of investment by @skittidyne; karasuno genfic; 9k; ‘Yamaguchi was far less nervous in practice than any games, and he’d gotten far more skilled at serving in a few short months, so Tsukishima was utterly unprepared for the feeling of a volleyball slamming into the back of his head. / There was a beat of silence. / The ball had enough of an angle to bounce off his head and over to the other side of the net, landing neatly in front of a stunned Sugawara. / (( or: Ennoshita plots for the future, Suga wants to mess around and is intent on dragging everyone down to his level, Noya tries to become a spiker, Kiyoko is a good senpai, Yamaguchi cries, and Tsukishima wonders if he’s been dropped off in the Twilight Zone without his notice ))’

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm sorry if you've answered this before, but I wondered if you could explain what was going on with The Ring rewrite that satisfying pissing off people in the production change was so satisfying? I'm intrigued!!

Um.

Let’s say first that I dislike dragging people in public. It’s unprofessional in the extreme. So I will not be naming any names.

…And that said: When you’ve got to the point where you’re working on a project where the various production partners have dumped sort of twenty-five million dollars into the pot (and I know, there’s one part of me that wants to say in entertainment terms, “Oh, twenty-five million, that’s nothing these days”, another part is screaming ARE YOU CRAZY, IF SOMEONE GAVE ME TWENTY-FIVE FECKING MILLION DOLLARS AT THE MOMENT I WOULD HOLD IT UP IN THE AIR AND SAY ‘THIS IS A LOT’ ) – Anyway, when there’s that much money in play, various people in various levels of production start looking for ways to prove how important they are to the project.

One of these ways is fucking around with the script. Or the writers. Or both.

Peter and I turned in the script for what was then simply called The Ring in the late spring of 2004. We had spent the late winter and earlier spring working our guts out on that thing, and when our turn-in payment came in we took ourselves off to Leukerbad in Switzerland for a week in late June or so to reward ourselves and recoup ourselves so we could get on with other work.

A day after we got back from that trip, rested and ready to get on with stuff – I was just preparing to start work on the next YW book – we had a phone call from one of our producers that was quite annoying. We were told that someone high up in the production tree had caused our script to be more or less completely rewritten, and the result was judged “unshootable”.

Not only was this personally insulting – in that something we had worked hard on had been more or less ripped up, binned and overwritten without our knowledge or permission – but it deeply violated certain other expectations of a co-production. When a group of broadcasters / investors / creatives come together to make a miniseries, one of the things that gets settled early on is what each of the various co-production partners is going to need in the script for it to be a success in their specific market. Our story and our script had been carefully built to make sure that not only was there a good story there, but a story that would resonate correctly right across all its markets.

And now all that was gone. And the co-production partners would be within their rights to say to our friends, the producers, “Wait, we signed contracts with you for such and such, and this stuff is no longer there! How about we sue you now.” And our friends would have been personally liable for the failure to deliver. This person had thrown our friends under the bus – to the point where they could have lost their company, their homes, everything – for the sake of ego.

So you may imagine I got cranky at this news. Our friends asked that one of us come out and do a rewrite, and I pulled the short straw, and went.

But wait, there’s more! Once out in LA (that was my 4th of July in 2004: flying to LA…), and pre-briefing with one of my producer friends, I learned something that rocked me right back. My friend told me that [Interfering Person], on hearing that one of the writers was going to be brought in to rework the script, asked who it was, and on hearing, said, “Oh thank God, it’s not Peter.”

We were at lunch at the time, and I had to kind of sit back and drink my wine to force myself not to say the first ten things that came into my head, about nine of which were HOW DARE YOU DISS MY HUSBAND YOU SECOND-CLASS PIECE OF TRASH. But the tenth thing was choice, and I kind of cuddled it to me a bit. Because plainly [Interfering Person] had fallen into that trap all too commonplace in Hollywood, where someone gets the idea that in a husband-and-wife writing team, the male member is necessarily the tougher / older / more experienced / meaner / smarter / crueler member of the team. [Interfering Person] had made the critical tactical error of showing his hand. He thought he was going to get an easy ride in the rewrite, because the rewriter was a gurrrrrllll.

…So all I could do was kind of grin across at my producer-friend, and say, “Did he now.”

And after that? Let’s just say the next ten days were… educational. For one of us. 

Nothing more need be said, I think. The rewrite went in, the miniseries got shot, it won awards. Our work there was done. The company was pleased enough with me to hire me back to make Sean Bean run around in the woods in tight leather pants. I’m presently working on something to pitch them later this year.

So now you know.

I got so many requests for a sequel I finally gave in. Thank you everyone for the support! I give you doting Lance and my attempt at not turning this into Latte(I have a problem with putting that ship everywhere)


The Paladins had all gathered at the edge of the Den, cautiously peeking in at them. Black huffed at them before turning back to the the kitten painting the Pride’s claws.

Black was getting purple. The cub rattled on about his day as he brought the giant paintbrush up and down the metal, something about the Red kitten.

Black tilted her head. The Red cub was…annoyingly attractive?

Black turned to Blue who giggled out something about kitten crushes. Black sighed, her new kitten was so much better than the Red Paladin.

Green plucked up the kitten and pulled him over to the tin of paint she wanted on her claws, squirming around excitedly. Yellow nudged her with her muzzle, trying to settle the jumping Lion to the best of her ability.

Black nodded, semi authoriative, mostly to continue the allusion that she was actually in charge, what with the Paladins peeking in and all.

Blue and Red let a few snickers out at her authoriative nod.

Black merely sniffed and turned around, ignoring the Blue kits squaking at how her nails weren’t dry yet.

Green hissed as Yellow tipped her over, her stern nuzzling quickly turning affectionate. Blue eagerly jumped in as the cuddles began while Red jumped in and claimed Lance to finish her nails while the rest of the Pride was busy.

The Blue cub adjusted quickly to the new situation, but when Black peaked she could see the rest of the Paladins of Voltron gawking.

Black purred as she remembered when they first discovered that decided on a different paladin than the smol angry cub to pilot her majesticness.

The Paladins of Voltron awkwardly shoved through the door to the Hangar, frantic to get to the emergency meeting the high pitched voiced princess had called.

Black did her best to imitate Red as she stood stoicly(Red hissed internally) Yellow snapped at Blue and Green, immediately making sure no enabling occured.

The Red Paladin stood in front of the Princess, pathetically attempting to look more leadery. He bored Black fast, so she turned her attention to her new pilot(temporary pilot, Blue reminded her. Green aniggered in the background as Yellow tried to regain order). The Blue kitten was shifting back and forth on his feet, clearly feeling out of place.

The Pride hissed in unison at the thought of the Blue cub not feeling comfortable.

A sudden barge of banging on her particle barrier brought Black back to the most likely cause of the problem. With much effort she attempted at reigning in a snarle. Green happily informed her that she failed, Blue didn’t seem to mind because she eagerly jumped in on glaring at the pest of a Paladin. Red merely mooned longingly.

The princess started prattling on about how Black should accept the cub already. Yellow informed the Pride that they were not allowed to roll their eyes. Green immediately tired to pout, but that to wad shut down.

black looked back down to see the Red pilot had finally left her alone. Hmph. Good. Red purred.

Green perked up with the brilliant suggestion that she claim the Blue kitten now, Black nodded approvingly as Yellow gave up and sought solace with Blue, who was mourning the loss of her Paladin.

Black prepared herself to roar and beckon forward the Blue cub when the kitten himself stumbled into her particle barrier. Black moved her paws to catch him. That seemed to do the trick.

Black purred at the memories before moving herself to the Hangar doors and shutting the Paladins out. The cubs could bother them later, Black paused for a moment before letting the Blue kittens Kaltenecker to come in.

Would it scar her new pilot too much if she ate his pet?


Special thanks to the two lovely anon asks and @violet-the-vulpix’s personal hc that she put in my ask for helping me to put this together, of course thanks to everyone who liked this strange concept enough to ask for more. I might turn this into a collection of one shots but I’m not sure yet. :)

Sleeping Beauty (Pt 2)

(Find part one here!)


Pidge was excited– elated! She loved capture the flag. She played against her brother all the time. So it was no different when she had Shiro as a partner. “Aw, Shiro, I’m great at this game! We’ll win for sure!” Her famous cats grin tugged at her cheeks.

Shiro wasn’t always great at games. In fact, he would only ever have a chance when it was video games. “Yeah… for sure.” He tried to put on a brave face for his smaller companion. “So what was our object again?” Shiro scratched the back of his head.

“Coran said it was a… a…” she couldn’t recall the name of the object so she took out the picture Coran gave them. It looked like a feather. Harmless, easy.

“Oh we got this in the bag.”

Hunk and Keith however knew they were in a little more trouble. According to Coran, they were looking for a “flipsnere” and it was always in a box that could camouflage. “Oh quiznack…” The red and yellow paladins groaned.

“Who’ do you think is going to be the one to… switch sides?” Keith asked— secretly hoping it wasn’t going to be him.

“Beats me man. You know, I think Coran and the Princess are doing this because we need to be prepared if something goes wrong? Right? That’s something they would do.” Hunk put his hands behind his head and shrugged. He didn’t really like capture the flag back home but with the changed rules of this game, he still wasn’t head over heels about.

"It’s gonna be okay buddy.” Keith attempted to reassure Hunk with a small smile. “We’ll still be friends after right?”

"Of course man.” Hunk nodded back.

Allura was at the bridge looking through all of the castle to find the missing Blue paladin. “Quiznack.” She scowled. “He’s skipping necessary time to bond with the team. He’s always deliberately trying to disobey me!” She shut down the feed after seeing nothing.

Coran came back from trying Lances room and shook his head at the princess. “Lance can’t have left. The blue lion is still here and all of the escape pods are present. Not even the air lock has been open!” Coran sighed. He rather liked Lance. They had bonded a while ago over missing home and from there, their friendship progressed. They would always make mustache jokes or okay games together. When Lance decided to clean Blue, Coran came to either help or talk. They asked each other questions about their planets and lives before this. Lance was Coran’s best friend.

And it hurt him that nobody was going to attempt to look for Lance.

“Coran we will deal with it later. For now we need to focus on what’s more important today.” Allura held her head high, turning back to the control panel and yelling over the system: “Let the came begin!”

Both teams had heard Allura and started running in any direction. Coran had given them a map of where the object was in a general area. Pidge took the lead in front of Shiro, she new a couple shortcuts.

Hunk and Keith ran towards the back of the castle ship where you could descend into the lower levels.

Lance’s nightmare hit him like a truck. He was in the same spot only a new galra with white hair and pupils in his yellow eyes stood before him. He opened his mouth to say something but Lance couldn’t hear it on a count of being stabbed in the back of his suit many times. He screeched in agony and fell to the floor when it stopped.

He still couldn’t get up. He couldn’t open his eyes. He was trapped in an endless loop of nightmares and the scariest of all was watching his team give the blue paladin helmet to Pidge’s brother.

Once again Lance cried out for help.

Once again nobody would hear him.

(TBC)

anonymous asked:

Sick Pidge, please

dude…….yes


Team Voltron had had its share of illnesses; nobody’s immune system could have prepared them for space travel. The decontamination caught most of it, and the castle’s air scrubbers got most of the rest. But planetside, all bets were off.

In a way, someone being sick was good for team bonding, because the other Paladins tended to pull together to care for the sick one, no matter how much it irritated most of them to be fussed over. Shiro had spent most of his cold denying that he even had it; Keith had been cranky; Lance had been sullen.

No one was quite expecting Pidge to be the most dramatic, high-maintenance sickroom diva of all of them.

“Laaaaaance, I want soooouuuuuup,” Pidge moaned from her spot on the lounge couch.

She’d chosen to lay up in the lounge because the air moved better, she said, and nobody had wanted to argue. They’d dimmed the lights, so she could sleep if she wanted to, and were hanging out, quietly playing cards, in case she needed them.

Which was often.

Lance rubbed his eyes. “Pidge, I’m not sure if now is the best time to break this news to you, but we’re not on Earth, okay? We don’t have soup.”

“Huuuuunnnnk,” she whined.

“Sorry, man. He’s right. No chickens, no noodles. I can make you some goo if you’re hungry?”

She didn’t answer except with a pained moan, so Hunk shrugged and went back to the card game. A few minutes later, right when they were hoping Pidge had fallen asleep, her reedy voice floated out to them from the couch.

“I’m cold. Can I have a blanket?”

“Pidge, you have blankets,” said Shiro reasonably. “They’re the ones you threw on the floor. They’re right next to you.”

Pidge made a low groan that lasted at least eight seconds, flopping an arm dramatically over the edge of the couch. “I don’t like those ones.”

“One of them is your blanket. From your room.”

She just groaned again and rolled herself into the back of the couch. Keith got to his feet with a sigh and went in search of other blankets.

Allura exchanged a look with Coran over their cards. “Perhaps it’s serious,” she said, concerned.

“I’m literally dying,” Pidge garbled into the back of the couch.

“She’s fine,” said Lance. “Pidge, you’re fine. Drink your water.”

“I don’t want water,” she wailed. “I want soup.”

“Well, I want you to drink your fluids and sleep it off like an adult, but I guess that’s just not going to happen either.”

Shiro smiled fondly as they bickered, was still smiling when Keith returned with arms full of blankets. He dumped them on top of her, and she burrowed herself into them until just her snotty face was sticking out.

“Thank,” she sighed. Keith just poked her stack of tissues closer to her face.

Hunk shuffled idly. “I bet she’s just bored.” He pushed his chair onto its back legs so he could see her. “Pidge, you bored? Want me to read to you or something?”

Silence, for a long moment. Then a sniffle. “Yeah,” she said weakly, and Hunk put down his cards with a smile and went to find a book.


I’m celebrating a follower milestone! Send me a prompt and I’ll write you a mini fic!

Spilled Coffee || KakaSaku

This is a bit late @do-you-even-kakashi but here is your little gift. I hope you like it. Happy birthday 😚💖

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Sakura Haruno hummed quietly to herself as she waited in line for her coffee, foot tapping out a rhythm on the floor.

It was a good day, summer was coming to an end and the weather was a pleasant mix of sunny and cool. She finally was on a break from uni and being out in a crowd and seeing people was a nice change of scenery after being holed up in her apartment studying day and night for the past three months. The fact that she graduates after one more year was a bonus.

Of course, the good day couldn’t possibly last.

“Well if that isn’t Sakura!” The sound of her name made her look up, and oh boy, she wished she didn’t.

Walking her way was a couple she was all too familiar with. A dark haired man with black mysterious eyes and a lean strong build known as Sasuke Uchiha. Also known as her ex-boyfriend. He had his arm wrapped around a redhead’s waist. Karin Uzumaki, the name came to her without much struggle. The woman was a famous actress and a gorgeous one too.

She didn’t hate Karin, not really. It wasn’t her fault Sasuke was a cheating bastard. But she couldn’t help but resent her a little for ruining her perfect image of said man. Of course, that all was years ago, when they were still in high school.

Now, three years later, Sasuke was still with Karin. What was it that Sakura lacked, exactly? The rosette couldn’t help but wonder as she studied the approaching couple.

They were now within greeting distance and she steeled her nerves. It wouldn’t do to let him know he still had a small effect on her. “Oh, is that you Sasuke? Wow, it’s been so long!” Wish it’d been longer.

He smirked easily, guiding the redhead into line. “It has indeed. I haven’t seen you since graduation.”

Sakura hummed, mentally preparing herself for an emotionally exhausting conversation. She wondered iff she could somehow escape as soon as she got her coffee, and wished the workers would hurry up. “well, you know how life works. I’ve been busy.”

He nodded in agreement, with that same familiar smirk she once liked. Ugh, puke. “Hmm, I know. What are you studying?”

Sakura could help but smirk, she worked damn hard to get into a good university and she was proud of herself and her achievements, “medicine. Almost done with it… you?”

Sasuke shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a slight stiffening along his shoulder line, “finished law school and went back to playing football.”

Yikes, the last thing anyone wanted was for Sasuke to be a cop. That spoke of disaster.

“Yeah, maybe stick with football.” She agreed, moving to accept her drink with a barely concealed sigh of relief. “Well, I should get going, I have an appointment. Nice catching up with you.”

She was about to leave— scramble the hell out of there because his presence brought back really unpleasant memories of an insecure past-self she wished to banish— when Karin’s voice caught her attention, “go on. Invite her.”

Sakura reluctantly turned back to face the couple with a curious eyebrow raise, “invite me to what?”

“Our wedding. It’s next week.”

Sakura froze, and she had to make a conscious effort not to look like she walked into a solid brick wall. Wedding? …wedding!?

That little bastard— piece of fucking trash— asshole— little fucking— “oh. Oh, congratulations you guys!”

Her voice came out a little strained and she winced. Ugh, way to show him I’m over him.

“It would be lovely if you’d attend.” Karin said, smiling in that same pretty way she did on camera. Ugh…. “bring along a date too.”

“Um,” Sakura was a breath away from declining, claiming she needed to be on the other side of the country because she sure felt like it at that moment but then she caught sight of Sasuke’s challenging gaze and wow, fuck him, fuck that asshole, I’ll show him, “sure. I’ll be there. Just text me the details.”

She finally waved and hurried out of Starbucks. Once outside, she paused to take a deep breath and violently swear in her mind for agreeing. She was already regretting her decision— She didn’t even have a date! She’d rather die than show to his wedding with a dating. I’m a fuckin’ idiot.

“Hey, watch out!” She didn’t think this day could get worse but lo and behold, a man on a bicycle was hurtling towards her at insane speed and she barely had time to jump out of the way and avoid an early death.

Her coffee slipped out of her hold, splashing both her and nearby passerby’s pants and Sakura fell backwards, and it all seemed to happen in slow motion, much to her horror. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the shocking impact.

Firm arms however, caught her just in time and she and another person went crashing into the ground. Her back met something firm and warm, knocking the breath out of her and something sharp dragged across her palm causing her to she wince. She was only dimly aware of the feeling of a warm liquid trickling down her hand.

She looked down dazedly to see a piece of glass sticking out of her hand and gasped, a pained cry echoing from her throat.

“Hey— hey, are you okay?” A quiet voice rasped worriedly from behind her and she slowly turned to come face to face with…

She gasped again, and not in pain. The man holding her was Kakashi Hatake. One of her favorite authors of all time. Oh hell, apparently this day could get worse.

“I-I…” she stuttered, biting her lip to stop from letting out a pained sound. Her palm was pulsing and throbbing like there was no tomorrow and much to her displeasure, it was staining her clothes.

His dark irises slid to her palm then and they widened slightly, “damn,” he breathed reaching to carefully hold her palm up to inspect, “hey that looks pretty serious. Come on, you should go to the hospital.”

The pain had numbed her brain and she was barely aware of him lifting her up to her feet. “H-hospital?” His words suddenly registered in her mind. “W-wait, it’s fine. I'm— I’m a med student.”

He stared at her, somewhat surprised. “Med student?”

She nodded in confirmation, staggering out of his hold. She needed to get out of there, take care of her hand and hate Sasuke’s gut for the entirety of next week. And speaking of that bastard, the last thing she needed was for him to walk out and see her in her miserable state, hot coffee soaking her coat and blood dripping from her hand. “I’ll just go home.”

Kakashi eyed her disbelievingly for a few seconds before sighing in acceptance, “come on, I’ll drop you.”

She stared at him, speechless. He was even nicer than she expected, and he looked even better in reality. She’d only ever seen him on TV doing interviews about his new books. The scar running down his left eye looked even deeper face to face. She wondered how he could still use his eye… okay, she was drifting off topic here and he was now staring expectantly at her.

“Y-you don’t need to…” she stammered, embarrassed at having zoned out. “It’s a two block walk.”

He snorted and completely ignored her. He boldly wrapped and arm around her waist and began to guide her away, “don’t be silly, you’re leaking blood everywhere. I can’t leave you like this.”

Her mind was grumbling about how troublesome he was being but who was she even kidding, she definitely wanted this man’s company for a little while longer.

Kakashi walked her to his car, a shiny black thing that was rather enchantinh. She had no idea what kind it was, she really wasn’t into cars. But it looked nice, and the seats felt even nicer. She gave him the directions in a daze, her eyes roaming his side profile, mapping every detail.

His hair was darker than it looked on TV. In every interview she watched it was almost white, but looking at it now, it was a platinum shade that really complimented his pale complexion.

Faint freckles dotted his nose and cheeks and why wasn’t he a model, anyway?

Sakura stumbled her way out of the car when Kakashi parked outside her building and to her doorstep, aware of said man following her, looking ready to catch her if she fell.

They made it up the six flights of stairs and she fumbled for her keys until they unlocked her door, her fingers now shaking in pain.

She faintly remembered her manners and she turned to him as she hurried towards the kitchen, “make yourself at home!”

Once inside the familiar walls of her kitchen, she retrieved her first aid kit and got to work, grunting in pain as she extracted the glass shard from her skin.

He showed up just as she drenched her hand in antiseptic. They both winced.

The silver-haired man moved to inspect her work. “Will it need stitches?” He asked curiously, a hint of worry in his tone.

Sakura shook her head. “No, I just need to wrap it up.”

He nodded and watched her work. A few moments passed before he broke the silence, and sounded a little awed. “I didn’t imagine you were a doctor, what with the pink hair.”

She felt her cheeks flush slightly but didn’t look up from her injured hand as she wrapped it up, “it’s just pink hair, it doesn’t impair my ability to learn.”

He nodded absently. “Well it’s nice that you can take care of your injuries by yourself. I wish I could. I hate hospitals”

Her mouth quirked up and she comforted him, “I don’t do this often. I rarely get injured, but today’s just a bad day it seems.”

“Something happened?” He wondered, and when she raised her eyebrow, amended, “other than this I mean.”

Sakura sighed dejectedly and got into explaining her morning. “I ran into my cheating ex-boyfriend and his fiancé. He invited me to his wedding. And I don’t have a date. I really shouldn’t have accepted.”

“Then why did you?” Kakashi arched a questioning eyebrow and she was momentarily distracted by how attractive that simple action was.

“Because… I don’t want him to think I’m not over him or something.” She muttered embarrassedly and got up. “I’m going to change,” she announced, looking down at her coffee stained clothes. “There’s tea and coffee in the second cabinet, cups in the third, help yourself.”

As she hurried to her bedroom, it occurred to her that Kakashi was a stranger—an incredibly attractive one at that—and yjag it was unwise to have strangers go through your belongings unsupervised but somehow, she didn’t mind that much. Besides the fact that she desperately wanted to jump him, the man was a living breathing legend. His books were bestseller worldwide. She doubted anyone could call themselves a thriller fan and not know who Kakashi Hatake was.

His books were turned into movies, and he even acted in one of them. It was almost disorienting being in the presence of someone so great and successful.

She made a quick work of shedding her clothes and replacing them with a clean red dress that reached her knees.

When she made it back to the kitchen, she found him by the kettle heating some water, back facing her. The sight of his muscled shoulders was definitely distracting. She could almost see every detail, every dip and corner of his beautifully contoured body beneath his tight shirt.

He turned and smiled almost sheepishly at her when he noticed her there. Ridiculously, her stomach knotted.

He pointed at a blue book on top of her microwave as he stated. “You read my work.”

She wondered why he looked surprised. Most people read his work. “Yes. I love your work.”

He grinned in that way she was sure gave a few females a heart attack along the way. What with his sharp canines and dimple, “what’s your favorite?”

“Um,” she paused, going over her mental list of every book of his that she read. It really was hard to pick a favorite, “I really liked House of Crows… Will Of Fire too.”

“Ah,” he said, almost delighted, “my old work.”

“I like your recents too,” she assured, “especially Icha Icha, I didn’t think you’d ever write romance.”

“How badly did I fail?” He joked easily, turning to pour water in his tea cup.

“Oh hush,” she rolled her eyes. Silly man, it was a bestseller. “It’s awesome. I’m glad someone is continuing Jiraiya’s work. It was really unfortunate he quit.”

Kakashi shrugged and admitted, “he asked me to continue his work— his wife isn’t too fond of his more… lewd literature.”

Sakura snorted and moved to get herself a cup and a teabag, “too bad. But hey, you made them even better so I ain’t complaining.”

Kakashi smiled as he took a sip of his tea, “honestly I’m facing somewhat of a writer’s block lately. Everyone is demanding a new Icha Icha book but I’m not very inspired. I hate repetition. I want to write something different.”

Sakura poured herself tea and turned to regard the incredibly sexy man in her kitchen. How desperate is she that she almost entertained the thought of him having her on the table… “take your time. A good book is a well-thought out one.”

He hummed thoughtfully. He then started, “oh, wow, I didn’t get your name?”

Sakura couldn’t help but laugh, “right, it’s Sakura.”

“I’m Kakashi… as you already know.” He said with a slight awkwardness that was really funny coming from a man who’d written and published erotic novels.

He was slowly proving to her he wasn’t all what he showed in interviews. He always looked so self-assured and confident. And yet, here he was in her kitchen, smiling almost bashfully at her.

“Let’s make a deal.” He suddenly said, almost seeming like he’d gathered his thoughts. “If you let me… base my next character on you— forgive me but you’re just terribly intriguing— I’ll… accompany you to your ex’s wedding.”

Sakura nearly dropped her tea cup. Her mouth fell open and she stared at him in astonishment.

He hastily began to apologise, thinking he’d offended her but she quickly interrupted him, “you’d do that? You’d be my date if I just let you base your character on me?”

Kakashi paused, eyes wide in surprise, probably at her acceptance of the idea, “well, yeah… it’s a big deal to me. Just like your ex’s wedding is a big deal to you.”

“Nice.” She grinned and hopped onto the counter, excitedly, “please feel free to then. I expect a nice male protagonist.” Preferably you.

Kakashi threw his head back and laughed. “You got it.”

//

The next week blurred by, and Sakura saw Kakashi every day. A sudden bout of inspiration appeared to have hit him and he started spending more and more time with her, claiming that talking to her is keeping his inspiration running.

She really didn’t mind, he had a brilliant mind and she immensely enjoyed bantering with him. In that single week they seemed to have built something like a friendship with the undertones of sexual tension.

Sakura tried to convince herself that only she was aware of that tension because there was no question when it came to wanting to jump his bones but hey, you can’t blame her, he was a really attractive man. However, she could’ve sworn she’d sometimes catch him staring at her mouth like he might lunge over the table and kiss her. She surely wouldn’t have minded.

She held onto his arm as they walked into the reception. It was packed and overflowing with people dancing and drinking themselves into a stupor. Strangely, it didn’t feel as bad to be there anymore, especially with the company of someone like Kakashi.

She led him to where Sasuke and Karin were greeting people.

They both stared at the silver-haired man next to her, looking almost gobsmacked as she introduced him as her date. “Sasuke, Karin, this is Kakashi. Kakashi, these are Sasuke and Karin.”

Kakashi nodded politely, a small charming smile tilting the corner of his mouth, “congratulations. I wish you happiness in your marriage.”

They continued to stare until the silver-haired man quirked an amused eyebrow.

“A-ah, forgive me but… are you Kakashi Hatake?” Sasuke asked, eyes drifting between Sakura and the tall man holding her.

“The one and only.” Kakashi winked and Sakura had to admit he surely could charm about anyone. “I’ll see you two around, yeah? It was nice meeting you. Come on Sakura, I’ve been dying to try that strawberry tart.”

Sakura giggled, following him away. She gave him a thumbs up when out of the newly wedded couple’s view. “That was perfect. I can’t thank you enough.”

“You sure you don’t want to make out where they can see for the final touch?” He teased lightly, but something in his eyes told her he wasn’t entirely joking.

Her heart pounded. It was moments like this that convinced her the silver-haired man found her attractive, too. “That would make a terribly convenient Icha Icha scene wouldn’t it?” She raised a challenging eyebrow despite the heat pooling in her belly.

Kakashi paused and now they were at the edges of the room, next to a pillar and was it just her or was Kakashi backing her into a corner? “Hmm,” he hummed contemplatively. “It depends on whether I would have to drag you back to the car and peel this lovely dress off.”

His voice dropped to a smokey whisper and her breath hitched. She hadn’t realised how badly she wanted him until she could practically feel the heat radiating off his body. His hands landed on her hips and he gently pressed her against the wall, keeping her hidden from view.

“And then what?” Her voice wobbled slightly as she felt his hot breath on her face, electrifying her skin.

She felt his hand on the exposed skin of her thigh, where the slit of her dress extended all the way up to her hip. “And then,” he murmured, their noses almost brushing together. His thumb traced the waistband of her panties, “maybe find out if you taste as nice as you look.”

He swallowed her gasp as his mouth captured hers in a hungry kiss and she couldn’t help the embarrassingly needy moan that escaped her as his hot tongue traced her lower lip and slipped into her mouth to tangle with her own in a heated dance.

The sound of the wedding faded from her ears to be replaced by the sound of her heart pounding in her chest. His hand traced her sides, pinching her hips closer to him so that their bodies pressed together.

Sakura was about to completely lose herself to the raging fire in her body when Kakashi pulled away from her, lips kiss-swollen and eyes mischievous and dark with something that made her toes curl. “So… car?”

This man was going to be the death of her. “Definitely.”

“Hop, I still don’t understand why you’re so upset. Just try and take a deep breath, okay?” Joyce rests her hand on his, letting out a sigh. “It’s not like it’s an engagement ring.”

Hopper’s nostrils flare at the mention of it. “This still crosses a line, Joyce, and she needs to know it. I’m going to talk her-”

“Oh, you’re not going to make her take it off, are you?” Joyce grabs his arm and pulls him back to the kitchen table. “It’s a harmless piece of jewelry. Besides, I haven’t seen her this happy in a really long time. Well, up until you decided to yell at her.”

“I- I shouldn’t of yelled, I was wrong to do that, okay?”

“Oh?” Joyce face perks up in a smile, “are you admitting you have faults now ,Jim?”

“Maybe. But I still don’t see why we’re gonna let them get away with this. Neither of them are ready for it, they’re just too young.”

“Hopper,” Joyce sighs again, “It’s a promise ring. They’ve been dating for over a year now, he gets her jewelry all the time.”

“Yeah the necklaces and bracelets, that’s all fine, but it’s a ring, Joyce! And she came in wearing it on her left hand! A promise ring, doesn’t that mean they commit to the relationship forever?”

Shaking her head, Joyce rubs the back of Hopper’s neck. “No, no. I mean, usually, I think it’s something like that, Will told me the word promise has some special meaning to the two of them. I’m not really sure what it is, but it isn’t what you’re thinking.” As for walking into the house wearing the small silver band on her left hand, that made Joyce raise her eyebrow. El brushed it off as a mistake, that she simply didn’t know that was the tradition for engagement rings. Joyce knew that Mike and El were smarter than committing to a marriage while they were still in high school, but she had a clear memory of explaining the tradition to El when she married Hopper a year later.

“She’s only sixteen, Joyce. She shouldn’t be committing to anything! Especially not a boy!” Hopper was clenching his fists now, his head turned from Joyce. She tries to touch him, but he just distances himself further from her.

“I thought you liked Mike.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hopper shrugged it off. “Wheeler’s a good kid, I just didn’t think he was this dumb. You don’t think he’s pressuring her into anything or-”

“No, Hop-” Joyce attempts to stop him, but he was already so upset and on a roll. She just had to let him work through it.

“I trusted that kid that he wouldn’t do anything to her or do something as dumb as misleading her and this counts as something Joyce, and if he tries to pull anything else I can personally arrange his funeral because Sarah is not going to-” He stops mid sentence, face flushed red and out of breath. The air between them was humid, the silence hanging in the heat. Joyce heard Hop swallow. Quickly he turned his face from her, wiping a tear she’d already seen.

“I-I” he stutters, eyes wide in shock, “I haven’t had slip like that in years.”

“Oh, Jim,” Joyce’s voice cracks and she swallows, blinking away hot tears of her own. “Is that what this is really about?”

Silence, then-“Watching her grow up is so hard, Joyce. It’s like the older she gets the closer I am to losing her. She only has two years left for school, and then she’ll move out for college, and you and I both know that promise ring isn’t going to stay a promise ring.” Tears were flowing down his red cheeks and slowly he let his head fall into his hands. “I just don’t know if I can lose another daughter.”

Something in Joyce broke. El hadn’t been Sarah’s replacement, but to Hopper she was a second chance. A chance to be better, to be there more often, to be the father El never had. But deep down his heart still ached at the remembrance of Sarah, at what he couldn’t do and what he couldn’t stop. Joyce wraps Hopper up in a hug, which was awkward as she was so much smaller than him. But Hopper’s sobs quiet, and Joyce lays her head gently on his shoulder.

“Jim,” she whispers, “Jim, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Yes she’s growing up but, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to lose her. No, no, please, please don’t think that.”

“I guess I’ve been preparing myself for this day, I just didn’t expect it’d be so soon.” sighs Hopper.

Joyce flat out whacks his shoulder for that. “Now listen to me, Hop, El looks up to you more than you know and loves you more than you think, and no ring from Mike is gonna change the fact that we’ll always be there for her if she needs us. And when she leaves us, she’ll always come back. It’s what she’s good at.”

Hop sniffs, but Joyce catches a glimpse of him smiling, if not laughing just a little. “You know you’re a lot better at this than me, Joyce.” With a real smile, he bumps her on the shoulder. “I got a second chance to be a parent and I almost blow it over something stupid.”

“Nonsense,” Joyce whacks his shoulder again. “You’re doing fine as a parent. What’s that thing that Lucas says when he’s trying to compliment someone? Oh, I just had it-”

“You’re the shit,” Hopper laughs, “He says you’re the shit.”

Joyce snorts, bringing an even bigger smile to Hopper’s face. “That’s right, that’s what he says. Well then, that’s what you are at parenting.”

“I’m the shit?”

“You’re the shit” Joyce nods, poking him in the shoulder.

Hopper lets out another sigh. “I should probably go talk to the kid. Tell her I didn’t mean it and that she can wear the ring, but on her right hand.” Standing up, he ruffles Joyce’s hair and begins to make his way back to El’s room.

“Hey Joyce,” he looks around the corner back at his wife. “You’re the shit, too.”

qveerholmes  asked:

Category 4 #5!! (Side note: I'm in love and obsessed with your mafia au omggg)

Category 4, number 5: “You just walked into my office for a job as my secretary/assistant and we haven’t seen each other in years, but sexual tension is a thing” sex.

@qveerholmes This definitely got out of hand and way too long, but enjoy? jfklj I POSTED THIS TO THE WRONG QUESTION, but here you go have some office sex.

“I have those spreadsheets ready, Mr. Katsuki,” Viktor says, as every graceful inch of him strides into the office like it belongs to him.

Yuuri startles—badly—nearly dropping his coffee onto the stack of papers on his desk and giving himself early heart failure at the ripe young age of twenty-four. As it is, a few stray drops land on the contract he’s looking at, smudging the inky signature on the bottom line. He stares at it hard for a few more seconds, wondering if Celestino will notice (Yuuri knows he will), but mostly because he’d do anything not to have to look up.

It’s a wonder that Yuuri hasn’t had more accidents like this, with Viktor around.

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anonymous asked:

Hey hey! So I recently found your blog and oh m y I love what I see! So can I request newlywed Prompto with his s/o? Pls pls I need more happiness for this Sunshine boyo

I actually did some marriage headcanons with our sunshine child this morning, so check those out if you want! I’ve been having a lot of fun with this idea today!

Happy Prompto is always welcome on my blog, anon! Thank you so much for the request; I always love to write for this boy.

word count: 1078

(so. much. fluff.)


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It was just another day.

The sun was rising over the horizon, casting a soft glow over everything in the home you shared with him. Under the sheets, your legs were tangled with his as your arms reached for him, finding their ways around his waist and tugging him closer in an attempt to steal his warmth. He was leaning back, camera in hand, lining up the perfect shot of your resting face.

He smelled of lemons and cinnamon, intoxicating you with every breath you drew. The lilac in your fabric softener drifted from the covers, mixing itself with your husband’s natural scent. A tired hum escaped your lips as you leaned into him, hinting that you were nearly awake.

No, he thought, his chin coming to rest over the top of your head, He wasn’t ready yet.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I'm a sophomore in high school and I like this Freshman in college. We've talked since he beginning of my Freshman year and his Senior year. We both flirt and have this connection. He does not want me for sex because he's not like that (also his friends and people who know him have told me this) We text 24/7 and he comes to almost everything I have and me vice versa. The only thing is that my parents believe that he is "too old" for me. Should we remain just friends or should we go for it?

I really encourage you to stick with friendship. You guys may have a great friendship but you are in really different parts of your life.

Honestly, even if he’s not trying to be “like that”, if he was interested in dating a high school sophomore, that’s kind of a red flag that he doesn’t want an equal relationship.

Maybe it’s not intentional on his part - unequal relationships are normalized - but that won’t stop it from getting weird and uncomfortable in ways you won’t be prepared to deal with, or probably won’t even fully understand until later on when you realized how much it messed you up. I’m speaking from my own experience on this & the experiences of many many people I know.

Like, would you be into an 8th grader? Even if they were fun to be around and you really appreciated them as a person? It would be weird, right? You have more freedom and experience than a kid that age, you’re WAY more grown up than you were when you were in 8th grade. You’d probably feel creepy if you tried to date a 13 year old - that feeling is a warning to stop you from taking advantage.

But it’s hard to see age gaps when you’re the younger one, because you’re more mature than you’ve ever been and it feels like you’re ready to do almost anything. But as the older person looking back - that difference is very noticeable.

Like even if you’re really mature and responsible and even if you’re ready to date in general, dating someone that much older starts off with a weird dynamic, it has to, because he’s seen and experienced things you haven’t, he knows things you don’t, he has freedom you don’t, and he has more practice interacting with people than you do.

And you know he knows things you don’t, so it becomes like this weird situation where he has the power to influence you more than you can influence him, and even if he doesn’t try to use it - it starts out unbalanced.

Honestly, your teen years through about 22 is this period of massive super fast growth. You’re becoming savvier and wiser and better at social stuff at a really fast pace during this period, so age gaps are extra big here. I really think an age gap of more than about a year and a half during this time period makes a giant difference - like just think about how much you’ve changed in that time.

You’re gonna keep that kind of really fast change up for a few more years, and during this time, older kids have big advantages over younger ones that make anything other than a sort of sibling-like friendship with people 3 years older or younger start to turn kind of weird. 

So that’s my advice. It’s ultimately your choice, and if you do decide to date this adult man and you wind up hurt by it – it still won’t be your fault, any more than it would be an 8th grader’s fault if you convinced one to date you and it messed them up. But I hope you choose not to go ahead with dating him, because you deserve to explore relationships with someone your own age without a weird power imbalance.

kittylurks  asked:

Congratulations on your new book! I'm so excited to read it. :) Although, I also wanted to ask, will any of the extras for Turn of the Story, such as Adara's side story, be left up? I want to know so I make sure to save it ahead of time.

Thank you so much for the congratulations, my sweet! I so hope you will like IN OTHER LANDS.

Any side dishes I prepared are generally left at the table for my beloved guests of the mind to nibble at! Definitely the side story about Adara, one of Elliot’s classmates and a beautiful warrior lady born in lands fantastical, is still up. I have located it and put it right her for you!

LOVE FROM BOTH SIDES

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anonymous asked:

Hi Sam! So question: I'm going to a comic con for the first time and I'm scared witless (I've never really shared my fan-ness before), do you have any dos and don'ts or have a resource with dos and don'ts. I'm sorry if this falls under Sam advises but I figured since you've gone to cons yourself a fellow fan might have the best answers.

Don’t be scared! Comic conventions are great fun! Or rather, you have my permission to be scared, but don’t let that prevent you from having a good time. :D

Sometimes advice about conventions can vary based on the size and how it’s being produced. Small fan-produced cons are different from large professionally-produced cons; they have different focuses and goals. Even regionally, cons can vary greatly. So this is general advice, but it’s mostly common-sense stuff. 

Before I even get into the list, though, just to address “I’ve never shared my fan-ness before” – you will not be alone, and nobody there will know that you’ve never been “out” about being a fan before. To them you’re just a fellow fan. EVERYONE is there because they love the fandom, so nobody is going to point and stare at you for Being A Fan; they’re busy Being Fans themselves. Some asshole may try to gatekeep you, but that is increasingly rare, and you don’t have to engage. You can just say “I need to go now” and walk away if that happens. 

(There is a readmore below! Read more!) 

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Seijou families headcanons
  • The Iwaizumis moved in the house next the Oikawas a few months before Hajime’s birth and the mothers became pregnancy friends.
  • Oikawa’s sister, Nanami, 12 years older than him, and Hanamaki’s, Sakura, were best friends during both middle and high school. The Hanamakis moved in another part of the town when Takahiro was five, so he didn’t attend the same school as Hajime and Tooru.
  • When Tooru and Hajime were little Nanami and Sakura had fun putting make up on them and dressing them with feminine clothes.
  • Because of this, when Tooru and Hajime met Makki during their first year of high school they weren’t exactly friendly.
  • Poor Makki couldn’t understand why.
  • Oikawa calls his sister Nananee since he was little.
  • Nanami married her high school boyfriend, the one Tooru threatened at the age of five because he thought he was gonna steal his sister.
  • Nanami and Tooru always go shopping together. They once dragged Iwaizumi with them and it was the worst experience in his life.
  • Everyone in the Iwaizumi and Oikawa families makes bet on when Tooru and Hajime will get together.
  • Matsukawa is the middle child and together with the older, Shotarou, he used to prank his little brother, Ryo.
  • Actually he is the one who taught Makki how to prank people.
  • He tried to help Makki pranking Sakura but they failed miserabily. Cannot fuck with her.
  • Ryo is a shy boy and was bullied at school. Bad move, bullies. They found two angry 190cm guys waiting for them at the exit of school. Ryo was never bullied again in his life.
  • During high school, Ryo punched a classmate because he called Issei a “disgusting faggot” after seeing him with Hanamaki. If you hurt one of the Matsukawa brothers, be ready to be hurt from the other two.
  • The reason Makki’s hair is so short is because he asked Sakura to cut it when he was in his third year of middle school. She apologized for like two hours after that, but Takahiro liked that haircut and kept it.
  • Iwaizumi’s mom had a natural abortion when Hajime was nine and she suffered from depression because of this.
  • Anyway, when she discovered she was pregnant again, seven years later, she and her husband decided to kept the baby even if they were not so young anymore and it could have been dangerous for both her and the baby.
  • So Iwaizumi became the older brother of a beautiful little girl at the age of 17.
  • They named her Cho because it was the name Hajime would have liked when he was 9, since it means “butterfly”.
  • He did not cry at all. No, those weren’t tears, Shittykawa, shut up.
  • Iwaizumi was scared of holding her because he thought he could hurt her.
  • He asked Matsukawa for advice since he was the only older brother he knew, but he wasn’t that helpful since he was six when Ryo was born.
  • Unexpectedly, help came from Kyoutani, who has a six-year-old sister, Mako.
  • He is the perfect older brother. That kind of older brother who makes her sister put make up on him, plays with her dolls and braids her hair because the only thing that matters is to make her happy.
  • He even lets her win at arm wrestling.
  • Kyoutani is very protective of his sister, because their parents divorced when she was one year old and she basically grew up without a father.
  • They meet their father once in a while, since he moved to Tokyo. Everytime they meet, he takes them at the park to play volleyball or to see a match. Mako’s a little volleyball fanatic too.
  • Yahaba has an older brother, Taro, who is a sassmaster and basically the biggest kyouhaba shipper.
  • “I think I’m gay” “I think that too, little bro” “I may have a crush on Kyoutani” “Well, no shit, Shigeru” “You should help me, you’re my brother” “Last time I came seeing your match he was staring at your ass like it was made of gold, I don’t know what else you need, I cannot confess for you” “You are not helpful at all” “Always doing my best”
  • Kindaichi is an only child and he’s a bit envious of his teammates.
  • No problem, anyway, because Sakura and Nanami decided to adopt him.
  • Kindaichi’s mom hugged Iwaizumi the first time she met him because “you’re such a nice boy, Yuutarou is always talking about you”. Poor Kindaichi, he was so red everyone thought he was going to autocombuste.
  • Both Kindaichi’s parents love cooking and they always prepare something special for the team. They know everyone’s favourite food.
  • Kunimi decided not to go to his friend’s house too often because he was gaining a bit too much weight.
  • Kindaichi’s father treats him like another son.
  • Kunimi has a younger sister, Emiko, whose biggest problem is how quiet and lethargic her brother is.
  • Really, it’s almost like she is the older sister, she has some serious mom skills and is the most mature 13-year-old you could meet in Miyagi
  • Watari is also an only child but he doesn’t suffer from this, since he has tons of cousins.
  • He is the oldest cousin and often babysits the others, he’s very good with children and kids absolutely love him.
  • He often looks after Mako or Ryo and the latter loves him even thought he’s going through his “I’m not a baby anymore I don’t need a babysitter” fase.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I have a question, Is it possible - or even okay- for someone who has no experience with spirit work to get a vessel/bonding ? Would it be considered a good idea? Im looking for that companionship that you have expressed before with Lysander and also for someone to help guide me when I'm curious or unsure about something. If so or if not, are there any tips you could possibly give me ? Thank you so much for your time and keep up the good work! i love your blog!

hi anon!

many different people will give you many different answers to your questions. i will do my best to talk about two different perspectives, and hopefully this will allow you to generate your own decision with a little outside help.

my opinion: it is definitely possible to purchase a spirit vessel without prior experience, provided that you are old enough to do so, have the financial means, and are ready to face all the things that come along with spirit work. that being said, i advise that you have an understanding of several things before getting involved with spirits, such as a means of discernment, the ability to meditate or place yourself in a meditative state-of-mind, having some ability to sense, and knowing how to protect yourself. as well, and this is from a personal standpoint, you should erase any misconceptions you may have towards spirit work before going into it. by doing this, you will seriously help yourself from becoming discouraged because your experiences may not be similar to the extravagant, wild experiences you read about online.

for example, by reading other people’s experiences, we expect we will have similar ones, despite little-to-no prior experience/time spent with our new spirit friend. when you go into spirit work without any experience, you anticipate a lot but get a little, such as not “hearing” your spirit friend within the first month or so of knowing them. this can lead you to thinking that your friend doesn’t like you, they left, they’re mad at you, etc. often times these assumptions are wrong, but having these high expectations going into spirit work creates these assumptions because in the beginning, we expect so much more than what we get. 

the reality of it is, with these misconceptions and little ability to discern, meditate, sense, and protect, many beginners find themselves very discourage. and so while you can purchase a spirit vessel without prior spirit work experience, you may want to consider developing your skills before doing so. this can be done with a plant spirit, for example, which you can purchase on the cheap, or meet outside for free. it will not only make later communication with a spirit friend easier, but will save you a lot of unneeded stress. and you’ll have a new plant friend! 

this next option, while i don’t personally recommend, is what i did (without realizing it), and so i feel i should mention it: 

if you do choose to buy a spirit vessel with no spirit work experience behind you, you can learn these things with your new spirit friend around. it will require a lot of work from your part, but it is possible. 

if you decide to purchase a spirit vessel in the form of a custom conjure or reverse adoption, you can specify that you are a beginner and would like a spirit who is sympathetic to that and is willing to teach you the basics. that type of information is really important for a shop to know so they can pair you up correctly. regardless of what option you pick, though, you will be learning a lot. this second option just demands more from you from the start. 

over time, i learned a lot and came to find the first option as the ideal one, despite having done the second option. i would not go back in time and change anything, but if i had read about connecting with plant spirits before other spirits, i likely would have given it a shot, because it could have saved me a lot of pain down the line. i will also say that i am incredibly impatient, though, so my running into spirit work head first (and getting my ass kicked in the process) was a result of me thinking i was prepared when i wasn’t. 

spirit work may force you to grow up very, very quickly if you find yourself in particular situations, such as winding up in a bad situation because you are unable to protect yourself, or sense when something has gone wrong. but like with anything, spirit work is one, huge learning experience- both for the people and spirits involved. through these experiences, you will know who (or what) to avoid in the future, how to keep yourself and those around you safe, etc. 

both options are risky. spirit work is risky. but good and bad experiences help us grow, and so it is ultimately up to you to decide what you feel is best, and what you feel you can handle, keeping these warnings in mind.

you may get your ass kicked in the process of becoming a spirit worker, but you’ll also have a new friend by your side who’s ready to teach you, learn from you, share experiences with you, get their ass kicked with you.

i would never sit here and say “no, you are not ready for spirit work” to somebody i don’t know, and so i wanted to provide enough information to allow you to make your own decision. i hope i was able to do that! 

feel free to come back if you need anymore info. i would be glad to try and help!

best of luck!

I'm used to it - Chapter 5

Reader x Jaebum , Reader x Jungkook

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 4,773

Chapters: 4 ,

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I woke at around 7am and made my way downstairs. The first thing i saw was a sleeping Jungkook on the couch and the glasses of wine from yesterday. I went and picked them up, pouring the wine out into the sink, what a waste. I decided to make breakfast for Jungkook as he was still asleep, i didn’t bother with my own.


I turned around when i heard a yawn and saw Jungkook who was rubbing his eyes as he yawned. I had to admit he looked cute. “Morning sleepyhead”, i said gaining Jungkook’s attention, he gave me a small smile before he replied, “morning beautiful”, i felt myself heat up at what he said. I told myself to keep calm before i continued, “i-erm…i-i made you breakfast”. Smooth.


He lightly chuckled before slowly getting up, only then i realised he was shirtless, as before he had the blanket covering him and the back of the sofa. I looked away from him as i was now definitely embarrassed. “I-i’m gonna go get dressed”, as i was about to climb the steps Jungkook grabbed my wrist making me turn to face him, “aren’t you gonna eat”, i shook my head and smiled, “i’ve already eaten”. With that he let me go and i rushed up stairs to get dressed.


I got changed into a black cropped lace off the shoulder top and wore a pair of black high waisted jeans to cover my stomach and then topped it off with a grey oversized cardigan. I skipped downstairs to see Jungkook sat at the table finally with his top on and eating whilst reading something on a piece of paper, “what you readi-”, “You’re going to school”. I furrowed my brows and stared at him, “what are you talking about?”, he didn’t even answer instead he turned around the piece of paper he was previously reading. I looked at the later and immediately noticed what it was, ‘ABSENCE NOTICE’. “I’m not going”, “(y/n) i get everything that happened, but trust me hiding away from your problems won’t help”, i grabbed the paper from him and scrunched it into a ball before tossing it into the bin. “Jungkook i’m not going, okay, leave it at that”, i heard him sigh loudly, “(y/n) come here”, he held out his hand for me to take.


I walked up to him as he turned in his seat to face me, he took his hands in mine and gripped my chin so i was now staring at him, “hey listen”, his voice was soft, “i do get it honestly, but this is what happened to my friend, he didn’t face anything, he let himself believe that if he hid away it would go away but it didn’t. Trust me when i say this, if you face the problem head on and show that it has no affect on you, it will go away”, “but-”, “no buts, just go into school okay, if anything happens, just remember what i told you”. I hesitated for a while before i nodded my head and agreed to go. Jungkook smiled and stood up, “it’s 7 now, i can drop you off and then i can get to work, what time does your school end?”, “erm…2:50”, “okay, go get your things”.

I arrived outside of school at 9:25, lessons had already started and i was sat out here in Jungkook’s car. Say if everyone tells me i’m repulsive or say if they physically hurt me.“Hey”, Jungkook brought me out of my thought, his hand rubbing up and down my arm, “it’s gonna be okay, you have my number so if you need me, call”, “but how far is your work”, “closer than you think”, as he finished speaking the bell went catching our attention. “Go now you’ll be there for second period”, i nodded before moving to get out the car, but before i completely got out Jungkook grabbed my hand and placed a gentle kiss on it, “it’ll be fine beautiful”, i began to heat up, god why did he do this to me, i’ve only known him for a day, well less.


After saying goodbye to him i walked into school, the hallways were empty. The lesson i was walking to was the one i now dreaded the most, psychology. I stood outside the door eyes closed, taking deep breaths preparing myself, once ready i opened the door. “Thomas, Jaso-”, Miss Kyle stopped doing the register to see who walked in, “S-sorry i’m late miss”, she smiled and told me it was fine before telling me to quickly sit down. I was fully aware that as i was walking, people were staring at me and were whispering about me. I moved behind Jaebums chair and sat in my seat as i did miss Kyle continued with the register and i got my things out, ignoring Sarah’s comment, “ugh she could have at least showered, fucking repulsing”. After registration miss kyle had an announcement, “alright class, because of the amount of you asking for help during lessons i nagged the principle and he allowed me to get a helper. He-”, she was cut of by some of the girls squealing saying they hoped he was cute or hot, “he…will be joining us after he’s done talking with the principle which should be soon and will be with us for the rest of the year, okay now get out your books and turn to page 164, we’re looking at how the society someone grows up in affects behaviour”.


After talking for 20 minutes she handed us a work booklet to get through for the rest of the lesson. I focused on my work ignoring Marrie’s calls for me and ignoring anyone else who had something to say. As i was working someone slipped a note under my work booklet, i looked up and saw Jaebum taking back his hand and continued writing as if he didn’t just do that. I picked up the note and read what he wrote:


I need to talk to you, meet me in the school gardens at lunch

-Jaebum


I put the note in my pocket and stared at him, he could have just spoke to me and told me, but he probably wanted to keep his image, of course that was a lot more important, to people like him. I carried on with my work, another 10 minutes passed when i heard the classroom door open i stayed focusing on my work, ignoring the girls gasping and comments, ‘OMG hes so hot and cute”, “ugh, i want him”. “AH, you’re here thank god, i’m sorry but right now too many students need help, could you start with Jaebum over there he’s been waiting for a while”, “sure thing”. My head popped up at that voice, the dick! He never told me his job was here, maybe that’s what he meant when he said it was closer than i thought. Jungkook walked over as he did he noticed me and decided to start winking and smirking, “Jaebum right?”, Jungkook asked to which he replied, “uh, yeah, i don’t get this about the kids and their backgrounds”.


Jungkook explained it to Jaebum and ensured that he understood it before moving over to me, but before either one of us could speak, someone decided to interrupt us, “erm..excuse me…sir, i need help”. Of course it was Sarah. I turned back to look at her, she had undone some of her buttons to show cleavage and was twirling strands of her hair with her finger. She noticed me staring and gave an annoyed look, “what are you fucking staring at, charity case”, she snarled before turning back to Jungkook, “sir, help please”.


I turned back around, closed my eyes and tilted my head down, telling myself to ignore her and not to cry, not to show her she’s hurting me. “Erm….”, “just go Jungkook”, I whispered, he stared at me for a few seconds before walking off to Sarah. “Right what is it that you’re stuck on?”, “I don’t really get this part about the poor people”, “what don’t you get about it?”, “i don’t get why they should even get a chance, like all they do is take our money and complain when they can’t get a job, even though it’s their own fault as they don’t do anything about it”. I heard Jungkook scoff, before letting out a bitter laugh, i turned to face him and he looked pissed, “i’m guessing you’re one of those upper class people right?”, Sarah nodded twirling her hair again, “that’s good, that means you can pass this message onto anyone else as ignorant as you”, he spat out. “Those ‘poor’ people are also human like you, if you get given chances so should they, yes some people may take the benefits they get for granted. But there are also people out there who get up early in the morning, look for work, look for any opportunity out there to earn money, whether it’s to provide for themselves or their families. So don’t say they don’t do anything, because the majority do and as well as that the majority of you rich snobby, narcissistic people, get the money passed down to you, so what work are you doing?”. Sarah sat there, her mouth agape, i couldn’t help but snicker at what Jungkook said, he looked up and smiled when he heard me. Unfortunately so did Sarah, “ugh,i don’t know one why you’re laughing, you’re still a dirty, fat peas-”, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk to my girlfriend like that”.


Not only did my eyes widen so did, Sarah’s and Marrie’s, “girlfriend? Her?”, “yeah…”, he looked over to me, a soft look on his face, “my girlfriend”, he gave me a small smile, to which i respond with one back, but soon turned back around and hid my face, as the blush on my face was very evident.


Soon enough the triple we had ended, everyone rushed out to lunch. I took my time, as usual packing away, “(y/n)? Come on answer my question, when did you get with him?”, Marrie nagged, i ignored her and just continued packing away, “ugh, fine don’t tell me, but I’ll find out soon enough”, she said as she walked off to Jackson who was waiting outside. “Thank you so much Jungkook, you are literally a blessing”, Jungkook chuckled at what she said, “no, it’s fine, i honestly enjoy doing things like this”, “but still thank you, right you should get some lunch….ah (y/n)?”. I looked up at her, “yes?”, “you wouldn’t mind showing Jungkook to the cafeteria and just keeping him company?”, I looked over to Jungkook, who was smirking again, “oh… Sure, i don’t mind”, i smiled at Miss Kyle, before picking up my bag and walking out of the classroom.


Jungkook rushed up beside me, “so, will you be buying me lunch as well?”, he asked shoving his hands into his pocket, “well you’re my boyfriend, so should you be buying me lunch”, i gave him a big grin, “you got me there…can we go out to eat?”, I nodded, “only teachers and the upper 2 years can”, “great, let’s go”, he held my hand and was about to drag me to the entrance, but i stopped him, “wait, i…need to go tell Marrie where I’m gonna be”, “oh, okay be quick”, I nodded and ran off to the cafeteria.


I walked out of the back of the cafeteria into the gardens. I looked around, but did find anything, as i was turning to leave i heard someone, “(y/n)…”, I turned and faced Jaebum, looking good as per usual, “erm…Hi", “h-hi”, I stuttered out.


We just stood there in silence after, he did want to talk to me about something, right? “I’m sorry Jaebum, but do you actually need something or-”, “ah yeah, i wanted to talk about what happened, you know at the party”. I closed my eyes and sighed at the thought of it, it was the last thing I wanted to remember right now, “i know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but i want to apologise”, he walked closer to me and continued speaking, “i swear to God I never invited you so that could happen, like i don’t even know half the shit that Sarah does. I am so sorry for everything that’s happened to you since, like the death threats, the horrid comments, i wish i could stop it”. I smiled and shook my head at him, “it’s fine, besides I’m used to it all, it’s been happening for so long that it just seems like part of my daily life”, i let out a little laugh. “(y/n)..-”, “no honestly it’s fine, I’m used to it all…anyways if that was all you wanted to talk about can i get going, Jungkook’s waiting for me”, i wanted to get out there as quiet as possible,“Jungkook?”, Jaebum said, confusion spread across his face, “the-the teaching assistant”, he let out a sound of realisation, “is he actually your boyfriend?”, “yeah he is, i know what you all are thinking, how can he be with someone like me?”. But Jaebum shook his head, “i don’t think that, i just think that he’s one lucky guy”, his eyes were looking directly into mine, there was something in them making it hard for me to tell whether or not what he said, he meant. “I-i should get going, bye”, i rushed off back inside to get to Jungkook, “yeah…Bye".


“Hm…So where does my girlfriend want to eat?”, he asked as we got into, “you know you don’t need to call me that, we’re not in school anymore”, i know, but it feels right when i call you it”. I looked at him quite shocked, before laughing, “shut up you idiot”, as i continued laughing, i realised that he wasn’t doing the same, so i stopped. “Jungko-”, “i know, we’ve just met, but honestly i don’t know what it is, but i can’t stop thinking about you and i have this urge to protect you from everyone and beat the living shit outta all those arseholes”, he tilted his head backwards against the headrest letting out a sigh, “i get that you might thinks it’s because of my friend, but there’s something different about you, i’ve…i’ve just never felt this way about someone, especially so quickly. I’ll understand if you don’t want the s-”, I cut him off by doing the one thing we both didn’t expect, i kissed him.


It lasted for a very long time, getting quite deep, before i pulled away slightly, resting my forehead against his, “you talk too much”, i said in a hushed voice, “hopefully it won’t be a problem”, i added, making Jungkook’s eyes widen, “does that mean…”, i nodded my head a slight smile on my face because of his reaction. Jungkook pulled me in for another kiss, this time a lot shorter, “god….(y/n) you won’t regret it, i promise you”, “i know”.


After lunch the two of us walked back into school, Jungkook insisted on holding hands, although i was against it. He said it will show everyone that I’m him and if they mess with me, they mess with him, i couldn’t help but giggle at him. “Ugh, why couldn’t you be with me last…”, he whined, resting his head on my shoulder, we were in the maths pod, which was currently empty. “Jungkook…we have spent practically the whole day together, I’m sure one hour won’t be a problem”, “hmm…true”, the school bell rang, indicating that lunch was over and that the last lesson was starting. “Well i guess it’s time for you to go”, i said to him, moving his head up, off my shoulder, “yeah. We’ll meet after?”, he asked, i nodded, “obviously, i mean who else would give me a ride home”, “oh so, I’m just your ride home?”, be questioned with an amused look on his face, again i nodded, making him laugh. “Right, i really need to go now”, he said after noticing the students flooding into the pod, “if anyone says it does anything tell me okay?”, “okay”, with that he leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips, he tried to deepen it, but i stopped him, “you’re gonna be late, go”, i mumbled out.


This time he listened and went. I closed my eyes as soon as he did, as i knew people were staring. I eventually opened my eyes, but kept them glued to the floor as i made my way into class.


Throughout the lesson, all i heard was people talking about me and Jungkook, ‘she’s probably paid him’, ‘he must really like her personality’ or ‘he’s just straight up blind and stupid’. I tried to block it out, but it was impossible thanks to Sarah, “hey (y/n)”, she said as she stood in front of my desk, “let’s work on a group together”, she say across from me, her two friends sitting either side of me, “i was actually going to work with Marrie”, “well she’s working with Jackson, Jae and Youngjae, so you’re stuck with us”, she gave me another one of her fake smiles.


Once Mrs Lee explained the group task, everyone got to work, “okay so first we need to-”, “how did you end up with sir?”, Sarah questioned, her and get minions staring directly at me, “w-what? Sorry, but I don’t really think it’s any of your business”, “oh, but it is, see Alex here really likes sir and if you’re with him, she isn’t and that’s gonna be a problem for me because i need my girls with guys who are on the same level as them. You and sir are on two completely different levels, he’s hot and you’re not, so the relationship won’t last anyways”. Gosh the things that i wanted to do to her right now, did she really believe that because her minion wanted to be with my boyfriend that I’ll drop him like that?


“I’m sorry, but I’m not leaving him”, i said back, my voice was slightly hushed, “oh really? gosh (y/n), you always make it worse for yourself”, Sarah and her friends got up to leave, but not before throwing everything on the table off, “oops”, she said with a smirk spread across her face as she walked away. I ignored everyone’s eyes and got down in the floor to clean up the mess, “if you want I’ll go smack that smirk of that face of her”, Marrie said as she helped me clean up. I gave her a quick smile before shaking my head, “it’s okay, she’s not worth it”, “true, besides you’re better than her and smarter and prettier and honestly…quite sexy”, she began moving her eyebrows and winking. I laughed out and slapped her arm, “shut up and help me”.


“See-ya later (y/n)”, Marrie said as her and Jackson walked off together, I walked in the opposite direction as I needed to pee.


(y/n): I’ll meet you outside, I need to go to the toilet first.

Jungkook: okay, be quick, please :)


I rushed to the toilet and did my business and felt so much better. As I was walking out, I bumped into someone, as I was on my phone. I didn’t even get the chance to apologise as someone grabbed hair and dragged me, so I was now on the floor. “I told you, you always make it worse for yourself”, Sarah smirked, whist she stood there, her arms crossed, “Alex, show her how annoyed you are because she won’t let you have your man”, with that Alex continued pulling my hair, adding in punches and slaps.


I pleaded for Alex to let me go, but she alone with Sarah and their other friend just laughed. Even when I began crying, they didn’t stop, what made it worse was that the place was empty, so no one could help me. “Please, please stop”, “hmm”, she put her finger on her chin to make it seem as if she was thinking, “nope”. Alex then began yanking at my clothes and I prayed for one thing not to happen whilst she did it, but obviously things never went my way. “Oh, my, god, that is gross”, Sarah said in disgust, her eyes glued to my stomach. I tried my best to cover it with my torn clothes, but it was no use, “are those stretch marks…oh wait no I forgot you’re a mental bitch who deserves to-”


“Oi, what are you doing”, Jaebum came rushing towards us, he was about to grab Alex, but Sarah stopped him, “baby, what are you doing? We were just-”, she held onto his arm, but soon he was shoving her off himself, “don't”, he pointed at her before pushing Alex away from me. “Go”, “but Jae-”, “go now or we’re over and trust me I can get my parents to find me another girl”, she stared at Jaebum for a while, gave me a quick glance before storming off, her minions trailing behind.


Jaebum crouched down next to me, moving my hair out of my face, “hey, you okay”, I flinched back when he tried to touch my face, “you’ve got a cut and your nose and lips are bleeding”, he whispered out, “do you want me to get someone”, at that moment I heard someone shout my name, the one person I needed more than anything right now.


“(y/n)”, he stopped calling once he saw me. Instead he started running towards the two of us screaming, “what the fuck did you do to her?!”. He pushed Jaebum far away from me, before then grabbing his collar, “I swear to fucking god, I am going to beat the-”, “Jungkook,s-stop”, I stuttered out, trying to stand up, “he-he helped me”.


Jungkook saw me struggling and helped me, not letting go when I was up right, “then who did this?”, “It doesn’t matter”, “(y/n), baby-”, “please”, I whimpered out. He sighed and cupped my face with one of his hands, “I just want to go home with you and forget everything, please”, he contemplated for a while before letting out a faint okay.


He noticed my torn clothes, so took off his jacket and put it on me, “come”, he said leading me out of the school, “wait”, I said and turned to Jaebum, “thank you, for stopping them”, he smiled at me, “make sure you get home and take care of the cuts and bruises”, “I will”.


The car ride was quiet, with Jungkook’s music in the background, at some point I began dozing off, but was stopped by Jungkook, “we’re here”, I looked outside and noticed that I was not on the farm, “no we’re not”, “ah, yeah I thought maybe, I could take you to my place…we could go back to yours if you want”, he added quickly, his head going to the keys, ready to get the car running again. “No, it’s okay, it’s just that Prince and Romeo, my dogs, I need to make sure they have food and water”, “ah yeah, I need to talk to you about them, I kinda gave them food in the morning and I may or may not have spilt half the bag”, i laughed at his stupidity, “how do you manage to do that?”, “Special talents”, he gave me a wink before getting out the car and helping me.


On the way up to his flat, we did get a few looks, because of my current state. But soon enough those looks were gone and we were in his flat, it was quite big and the walls were painted a light grey colour. The one thing that caught my eyes the most was his balcony, I walked towards it and opened one of the doors. He could see everything from here, though the distance from here to the road was frightening, it was still amazing, “do you like the view?”, I nodded my head, “well, you can continue to enjoy it, after you’ve cleaned up, come”, he held out his have for me, I took it right away. He lead me down the hallway, into a room at the end of it, the room was painted black, but another balcony, to the left of the bed, that helped light it up. There was also a built in wardrobe to the right of the bed and a TV directly across from it on the wall.


Jungkook set me down on the bed and got the first aid kit and cleaned and bandaged me up. “Right that’s finally done”, he got up and walked to the wardrobe, getting out a pair of sweatpants grey and a white t-shirt, “you can change into these, they might be a little big on you”, he handed me the clothes and stood there.


I stayed on the bed, holding the clothes, looking at him, waiting for him to realise. “Oh, I-i should leave, right”, I giggled as he walked into the door, trying to leave.


It took me a few minutes to change into Jungkook’s clothes, though they were big like he said, they were very comfortable. I walked out of his room, into the living room, the TV was on, but Jungkook was nowhere to be seen, so I just sat down on the couch and watched what was on.


“Ah fuck!”, I jumped at Jungkook’s voice, which I’m guessing came from the kitchen. I got up and went to see what happened to him, when i did see him, he was at the sink, running his fingers under the water, “what did you do!?”, I exclaimed rushing over to him, “I was trying to cook…”, I shook my head, “do you have any cream, it’ll stop it from getting worse”, “er…yeah, go to that cupboard, there should be something in there”.


“You are an idiot you know, how on earth do you burn yourself on a pan”, I save dabbed the cream into his fingers, “does a pan not get hot when you put it in the stove?”, “Well,yes-”, “exactly so, hush”, I giggled as he stuck his out. I wrapped his 3 fingers in a bandage, “be more careful”, “I will, promise…can I have a kiss now, you know because they make everything better”, I rolled my eyes at him, but he didn’t see as his eyes were shut tight and his lips were puckered. The sight was quite amusing.


I leaned forward and gave him a small peck, but as I was pulling away he put his hands and my face and pulled me forward again, our lips slamming together. Instead of getting the kids he wanted he got me groaning out in pain as I pushed him away, “shit,I forgot, your lip, are you okay? I am so sorry! (y/n)-”, “i-it’s okay, honestly”, I could feel my lips pulsing. “I am sorry”, Jungkook pulled me to him, his hands resting on my waist, mine were playing with the hem of his shirt as I looked down, “(y/n)…can we talk about what happened”, “I don’t want to”, he sighed loudly, “was it that Sarah girl?”, “I said I didn’t want to talk about it”, I got out of his hold, “it was wasn’t it?”, he followed me as I walked to the living room, “Jungkook”, “could you just tell me, I am trying to help you”, he snapped out. I stopped and turned to him, “yes! Yes it was Sarah. Her and her fucking friends, they beat me, do you want to know why?!”, I shouted out, tears beginning to fall, “because i didn’t want to leave you. Sh-she wanted one of her friends to be with you, because you’d both be on the same level, whereas I, I was nowhere near, so whatever we had it wouldn’t last”, I sobbed out. Jungkook pulled me into his chest, combing down my hair, trying to calm me down.


“Whatever i have she takes away from me”, “hey”, he pulled away slightly and cupped my face, wiping my tears with his thumbs, “I promise that I won’t leave you. And I’ll make sure that Sarah knows that if she or anyone else touches you again, they’ll regret it”.


Sorry for not posting for a very long time, but I’ve had four assessments to do at once. And scars I will try to get out as I am half way through the chapter thank you bibs 😊😊


-Z

anonymous asked:

Gen Tony or Tony/Rhodey + 19

I’m not their hero/But that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t brave.

Credit to @doux-amer for part of the idea.

Song is I’m Not Their Hero but since one prompt already has that title we have:

Standing In the Shadow Of A Damaged Heart

In the vastness of the hangar, Tony looked small. Before Afghanistan the man had taken up every room he stood in to the point of suffocating everyone around him but now-

-now he looked like he did thirty years ago, panicking at his impending graduation. Back then, Rhodey had wrapped him up in a hug. Now he wasn’t sure what was permitted.

“Please, just listen to me, Rhodey,” Tony was saying. Rhodey had almost written him off immediately when he came in, still angry at his friend for his decision to cut the military off from Stark-made weapons - weapons that have saved the asses of him and his men countless times over the past few years. He understood the shock Tony had received out in the desert, but surely there were better ways to go about this than just whole-sale elimination of the foundation of his company.

But Tony had looked so defeated. There were still cuts and bruises on his face from Afghanistan. Rhodey couldn’t just leave him like that. “You’ve got five minutes, Tones.”

Tony’s eyes gleamed for a brief moment as he slumped in relief. “I - I built something, out in the desert. To escape,” he began clumsily. “An armor.”

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Imagine the three year anniversary of your Husband, Joe’s death

(A/N: I apologise in advance in advance for this but hopefully you can forgive me. The upcoming Jamie imagine will be extra fluffy to make up it for it. I’d just like to thank you all for being so kind and patients recently. You don’t know how much it means to me. Also, this is my 500th post so yay. Hopefully, I can get to 1000. I hope you enjoy/slash don’t cry too much at this) 

Imagine the three year anniversary of your Husband, Joe’s death

You woke up to sunlight streaming in your face. You flipped over to avoid it, burying your face in your pillow and stretching out your arms. You went to feel the body you expected to be lying next to you but the space was empty.

You were alone.

You turned back around and sat up to inspect it. It was definitely empty. You took a depth breath as you glanced back at the clock. You’ll tell yourself you were doing it because it was what you did every morning but you knew. You were hoping that it wasn’t the day you knew it was and the clock only confirmed it by illuminating the date, mechanically and painfully.

You got up and made your bed immediately after you did.

You always made it after you got up. It was the first thing you did every morning, even if Joe was still in it.Joe always used to tease you about how much of a neat freak you were. Everything had to be where it was supposed to be and if it wasn’t, you would find it hard to relax. So Joe tried to put things out of place to try and get you to be more okay of it, you think because he was tried of being reprimanded for not putting the dishes in size order when putting them back into the cabinet. In your defence, it is common sense, how else were you supposed to avoid them from toppling over? You tried to explain that it wasn’t a compulsive thing but an organisation thing. You hated having something but not knowing where it was when you needed it. But he still teased you about it maybe because he knew how annoyed you’d get. He loved to mess with you because he knew that you could never stay angry at him for long.

You bundled yourself up in your robe as there was a chill in your room and you suspect the whole house, though you think it wasn’t as bad as you were making it out to be. It could be a light breeze and you would complain about how could it was. You just hated being cold even a little bit. Joe had been the opposite he liked the cold, especially when going to bed. It gave him an excuse to bundle up and more importantly cuddle with you, insisting that it would keep you warm. Maybe that’s why despite him not being here anymore that you always turned down the thermostat before bed. It reminded you of him and it brought the comforting feeling back.

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nirvana (m) pt.2

Originally posted by hurrydownthe-jiminie-tonight

[PART ONE]

summary: the need for something that isn’t yours, yet all jungkook wanted to do was take and you willingly gave him everything and anything.

rated m for mature themes - pwp. word count: 1,318

Jungkook finds nirvana between your legs. A taste of sin that drives him wild with lust and greed his tongue twisting and flicking with practiced ease, every sensitive area of your body long since committed to memory. No longer angry he instead feels a sense of desperation, his hands gripping tightly at your thighs as he places them on either side of his head.

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anonymous asked:

RFA! + Saeran and V if you want where MC's in a rigorous academic program (like IB or AP if they're still in high school, or super advanced courses in college) and they start to disregard their sleep and eating habits in order to get more studying in? I'm kinda going through that rough patch right now and I need some moral support ^.^"

I’m so sorry to hear that anon, I hope things get easier for you soon! I’m actually going through something similar myself, I started this blog because I wanted to get back to doing something I liked >.< I’m not going to specify which program MC is attending~ Good luck with your studies!


Zen

  • he never really liked school, so to see you almost killing yourself studying really hits a nerve
  • “MC, you cannot neglect your health for this! You can always get better results in class, but you can’t always get your health back if it gets worse. You must take care of yourself!”
  • he doesn’t usually keep any food in his fridge, but goes grocery shopping and cooks for you when he has time
  • when he sees you studying past bedtime, he picks you up and carries you to bed gah nooo zen just one more minute please
  • sometimes, when you’re too stressed to sleep, he sings to you until you drift off, even if it takes hours
  • to try to encourage you, he decides to quit all his bad habits
  • he doesn’t understand the courses you’re taking, but he tries to help you organize your notes
  • “Please, MC, I don’t want to see you get sick! You need to eat well and sleep so you can think clearly. Can you do this for me?”

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