You wanna know why ARMYs are so annoying???? Let me tell your salty asses something. BTS’ success is a monumental feat other artists can only dream of achieving. Many of the most popular Kpop acts right now come from relatively large companies who have other well-known artists to help catch the eye of the public – BTS didn’t have that luxury. They came from a management so small and unknown that they had to use staff as extras in music videos because they couldn’t afford to hire real actors to play miniscule roles. They debuted at a time where no one gave a single flying fuck about their existence and pretty much everyone thought they would be lucky if they lasted a year or two. Also, the boys were so poor that the 7 of them lived together in a tiny ass apartment where one member constantly had to borrow his mom’s kitchen supplies for cooking because they struggled to afford going out to eat or even simple shit like ramen.
Other Kpop groups get famous simply because of the company they come from, but since BTS’ management didn’t house other famous artists, they really had to rely on their talent to propel themselves to fame. Kpop is no doubt a highly manufactured industry and I get why there are so many criticisms towards it because so many groups are literally robots who just do whatever their company tells them to do. It’s very uncommon for artists to write/produce their own music, but BTS is one of the very few musicians in the business who are heavily involved in the creation process of each track of every album. Not only that, but the songs they write and produce aren’t just restricted to love; from the faults in the education system and consumer culture, to female empowerment, to mental health, breaking gender stereotypes, the struggles of youth and loss, BTS has written several socially conscious lyrics and are never afraid to tackle important topics that aren’t discussed enough within the public.
Along with their hard work in the creation process (including the immense time and effort they put into perfecting their intricate choreography), they are just genuinely kind and humble boys who are incredibly passionate and have a bond that can only be described as brotherly. BTS have and continue to be involved in various charitable organizations, most recently they partnered with UNICEF and created the #LoveMyself campaign to help put an end to violence. However, BTS is known for always, literally A L W A Y S, staying connected to their fans even though it would be in their best interest to keep their personal lives private. Yes, some people in this fandom are genuinely crazy and unfortunately BTS has encountered “fans” who have no self-control and respect for other people’s personal space. Despite that, though, the boys still regularly interact with fans through social media and they always find a way to tell ARMYs that they love us and are forever grateful for our support – a claim in which they never fail to prove. Almost every interviewer in America has asked the boys to discuss the most insane things their fans have done to them, but each and every time they continue to reinforce the fact that unlike what many people may think, we aren’t all your average teenage girls whose only dream is to marry them someday; they always make sure to put reporters in their place and they continuously defend us even when they’ve had various unfavorable experiences in the past. Even in person BTS are all extremely kind and respectful: from fans who’ve had the chance to meet them outside of their schedules to people who have actually worked with/for them, literally no one has anything bad to say about the group other than antis or people who are too ignorant to look into them.
And finally BTS is just a group of stupid idiots who have a bond closer than family. Each of them is a meme in their own right (some more than others lmao), but on a more serious note, they each have a distinct bond with one another that it’s hard not to get emotional because their friendship is truly genuine. They constantly praise one another, celebrate each other’s flaws rather than degrading them, and even when they’re on their separate vacations they always talk about how much they miss each other and how much they feel lonely when the other boys aren’t around. Let’s also not ignore the fact that the older 6 members!!!!literally!!!!raised!!!!!Jungkook (the youngest) from a shy, insecure 15 year old into the playful and confident adult he is today. On numerous occasions, each of the boys have said that BTS saved them and they can’t imagine spending every single day with any other group of people. They’ve been with each other through loss, depression, the brink of disbandment, through everyfuckingthing you can think of and while there have obviously been hardships, their bond has only grown stronger as a result.
Each of them have grown immensely and overcome various obstacles both as a group and individually. They’re set apart through the fact that they each possess different personalities and different concerns, but fundamentally they’re all the same in the sense that their passion for music and love for their fans enables them to put 150% into every performance and makes all the injuries, long hours of nonstop practice, and exhaustion from constant traveling worth it. After all this massive success, they are still the same silly boys from 2013 who have never forgotten their humble beginnings and still feel overwhelmed over every award they receive. Every milestone is seen as an opportunity to improve and release better content; they have never settled for “good enough” and they never intend to, and personally I think their fame is an inspiring message to everyone in the world that no matter how much the odds are against you, success will always be attainable as long as you remain humble and put in the hard work and effort to get there. A few years ago these boys could barely fill small venues in their own country and they would get excited over having 200 retweets… fast forward to 2017 and they are exceeding the boundaries of Kpop, reaching global success, performing amongst world-renowned celebrities, and are making massive achievements in an industry in which English is the dominant language and Asians are highly unrepresented.
After everything they’ve been through, everything they’ve sacrificed, they deserve this recognition more than anyone else and enthusiastically voicing our excitement for them is the least we can do to express our gratitude. So yeah, sorry that we freak out over every little mention of BTS in American media. Sorry that we never seem to shut up about them. Sorry that our fandom is so “annoying”, but we aren’t going to apologize for loving, supporting, and taking pride in a group that has truly changed lives through their music and passion.
Written for the first day of Sterek Week ‘17: Alpha and Emissary! I hereby present to you 1.5k of werewolf speed dating :D
It’s that time of year again: no, not Halloween. It’s the weekend of the Great North Atlantic Supernatural Mixer.
Or, as Erica likes to call it: speed dating for overpowered Alphas and snooty Emissaries.
Derek has been going since he became an Alpha, and each and every year he came home alone again, much to the disappointment of his pack. He’s not really feeling much hope for this year either.
The connection between Alpha and Emissary is the most important one in the pack. They have to be able to trust each other implicitly as neither can just order the other into submission for the pack structure to uphold. The Alpha Emissary relationship does not have to be romantic in nature, but it often tends to be, given how close they have to be to work together seamlessly as a team.
And Derek just hasn’t ever met anyone he had been able to even remotely imagine building that kind of relationship with. There have been a few Emissaries who approached him, drawn in by the weight that the Hale name still has in the supernatural world, or by the sweet call of money. Some were obviously just after a sexual relationship, attracted to Derek’s body and not interested at all in his mind or heart. It always takes all of Derek’s control to get through the weekend without starting a feud with an easily affronted Emissary. And never has he ever felt inclined to approach anyone himself.
William Shakespeare- the Bard of Avon, Legendary Wordsmith, was, in all probability, super queer. We’re going to look at the evidence, read some lovely poems, read some raunchy poems, and generally just talk Shakespeare.
Trying to make sense of the puzzle and how it could inform the endgame.
This is a long one.
*Spoiler* I think it is a Jon Snow / Sansa Stark marriage. Even if you don’t agree that the story has foreshadowed this or that the scenes between Jon and Sansa were written with a romantic subtext…it will be the only logical political solution for the story.
First, a quick refresher on the changes Westeros has already undergone.
Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.
Before you moved to live
on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation
for yelling. All the librarians you had ever encountered had been very nice and
friendly, if a bit old. But Min Yoongi, the librarian at your university…
People talked about him.
You had never heard of a
librarian that people gossiped about either. But this one, people had a lot to say about. They said he
was young, handsome, and very strict, mostly. One boy in your class, Dylan, claimed
that the librarian had punched him in the face for forgetting to put his phone
on silent, but you highly doubted that. Dylan had an overactive imagination and
was a chronic liar. The concerning thing was that the librarian did have the
authority to ban people from the library if he deemed it appropriate, and he
deemed it appropriate quite often.
It wasn’t until midterms
that you actually had to confront the problem. As they approached, you realized
that there was a whole list of books that you needed. “It’s fine,” You thought
to yourself. “I follow the rules. He won’t mind me. I’ll just get my books and
You had seen the building
every day since you arrived, but had only ever been in the library once, during
school orientation. It was four stories high, the first level only computers
and a mini coffee shop. The second floor was where all the book were. And the
To your relief, there
wasn’t anyone at the desk when you stepped off the elevator to the second
floor. This was fine, you could just find the books you needed, and take
pictures of any important pages for later.
You had always loved
books. The smell, the feel of them. There was something about being surrounded
by books for the first time in months that made you feel at home, and at peace.
Finding the books you needed was easy, you had spent so much time in libraries
as a child you knew where to look for things. You found a desk in the back to
put all of your stuff, and noticed how quiet the place was. It was a breath of
fresh air compared to the constant noise of your dorm room.
Once you were finished
writing down everything you needed from the books and taking pictures of the
really important bits, you set about putting them all back. Technically, you
were supposed to leave them on the cart for the librarian to put back, but you
figured you’d save him the trouble.
You had just placed the
first book back on the shelf when you heard someone clear their throat. You
turned slowly, making eye contact with a young man with circular glasses.
“…Can I help you?” You
said, utterly confused at the glare he was directing at you.
“That.” He pointed to the
book you had just put on the shelf. “It doesn’t go there.”
You looked at it, and
then back at him. “Yes it does.”
He rolled his eyes before
stepping past you, snatching the book from the shelf. “It does not. It goes
here.” He put it about two feet from where you had placed it.
“Same thing.” You
shrugged, not seeing the importance. It was only two feet after all.
“No, it is not—you know
what? You’re not even supposed to be putting books back on the shelf. They’re
supposed to be placed right there-“ He pointed to the book cart. “So that
someone who knows what they’re doing can put them back.” His voice had been
getting louder as he spoke, his anger at the misplaced book evident on his
“Hey, sorry, I was just
trying to save the librarian some trouble. No need to get so upset. Or so loud.
It is a library.”
He narrowed his eyes at
you, before taking the book back off of the shelf. “Why are you putting it
back, anyway? Don’t you want to borrow it?”
You blinked at him, the
change of subject catching you off guard. “No.”
“Are you putting those
back, too?” He pointed at the other five books you were holding.
“Give them to me.” He
held out his hand impatiently for you to hand them over. You did, figuring he
was going to put them back since you apparently did such a bad job.
He glanced at each one
before frowning at you. “These are all on biology.”
“Yeah, I’m writing a
paper…” You didn’t see why he was so interested, you were putting them back
“Then why aren’t you
going to borrow them? Don’t you need them for referencing? And you can’t have
read everything in them in such a short amount of time.”
You shrugged, not wanting
to admit that it was because you had heard the librarian was mean. What a silly
reason that would sound like.
“Come on.” He gestured
for you to follow him to toward the front desk that was still empty.
“Don’t you want to do
well on your paper?” He asked, stepping behind the desk. “Hand me your ID card,
you can check them out with that.”
“Can you do that, though?”
You asked, bewildered.
“What?” He asked as he
scanned the bar codes on the books.
“Let me borrow the books.”
“Well, I am the
librarian.” He glanced up at you. “It’s kind of my job.”
A/N lol I had so much fun writing this… Yoongi the librarian ended up a lot scarier and angrier than I first planned, but I like it like this. Thank you for reading, I know this isn’t what I normally post. I hope everyone has a great weekend! <3
Clark needs relationship advice and goes to the guys at the League. They ask who is dating and it just so happens to be Bruce Wayne's sister. Possessive Batman and sweet Clark trying to impress and earn the approval of Bruce.
Hi, thank you for the request! This
was really fun to explore and write. I do have to apologize for the abrupt end
but this request inspired me to explore a series between the two! It’s an
overused theme but it’s a theme I want to explore, nonetheless. Close to 2000
words! Hope you enjoy!
“So what is she like?” Barry kicks
his feet up and places it at the edge of the coffee table. It was one of those
days where crime around the world did not require everyone’s attention and was
pretty lax, undemanding almost.
A smile appears on Clark’s face the
moment he thinks of you. “Just one of the most amazing person I know, beside my
mum.” You were truly one of a kind – Clark doesn’t think he has ever met anyone
quite like you. What attracted him to you initially had been the kindness you
had shown to the everyday, average people despite your statute and power that
one day you dropped by Metropolis. Your looks were just an added bonus for him –
Clark didn’t mind as much.
Not only that, between the time he
has seen you as well as exchange conversations with you, Clark knows that you
are a very smart, independent woman – one that knows what sort of dreams they
want to achieve in life and Clark thinks he first took notice of his growing
crush on you when the two of you had this casual debate about farming equipment
and the latest technology that can be used for agriculture. “Yeah, she’s
amazing.” Clark nods his head.
Barry chuckles. “I would like to
think so.” When Clark sends him a curious look, Barry proceeds to explain. “You
have the same expression I do when I talk about Iris.” He shrugs his shoulders
nonchalantly and Clark smiles to himself. He has seen the love the speedster
has for his wife. Iris West-Allen is a lovely woman indeed.
“Hey, what’s this? Are we having some sort of team meeting that
I don’t know of?” Oliver walks in with Arthur in tow. The two of them had gone
out earlier to do some superhero business in their respective areas – Oliver in
Central City and Arthur in Atlantis.
“Highly doubt that, my friend.”
Arthur says lightly as he pads to the sofa, dropping himself beside Barry. “Besides
that, Bruce is not here too. I reckon everyone is off doing their own things
right now.” Arthur points out and Oliver shrugs his shoulders before taking a
seat beside Clark.
“So what are we talking about? Can
Arthur and I get a recap?”
“Relationship advice.” Clark speaks
up. “I wanted to ask for relationship advice and since Barry had been the only
one here earlier…” He trails off before looking at the three men in front of
him. “We have been seeing each other exclusively for three months now – before that
it was just small talks here and there and the occasional coffee dates whenever
she’s in Metropolis or I am in Gotham – and I really want to take our
relationship to the next step.” Clark confesses.
“The way you phrased it sounded as if
you want to marry her, Clark.” Oliver tells him offhandedly, patting Clark on
the back. He smirks when he catches sight of the way Clark’s cheeks redden. “Well,
is she opposed to you taking the relationship to the next step? Did she not
show you any signs?”
Clark tries to think of a time when
you weren’t, to be quite honest, he is coming up dry. You have always shown
interest in a lot of the things he does, even the mundane things like which
fertilizers should he get for his Pa or what type of paint should he get for
his Ma’s new room. Clark is somewhat sure
you have been dropping hints – more than he can count, now that he thinks about
it – the entire time you are together. The smile on his face grows bigger.
“She has.” Clark agrees. “Multiple times.”
Barry claps his hands. “Then I see no point for you to be
holding back. Maybe you can ask her next time.”
Bruce chooses that moment to step in. “Ask who what?”
He asks gruffly, padding across the room to take a seat in front of the big
screens. He immediately begins loading the police file cases and lets his
computer run it through the database he has before turning to face the rest of
“Good question.” Arthur pipes up. “Who is your
girlfriend? I think that might have escaped the conversation earlier."
Clark glances at Bruce before answering. "Y/N.”
Bruce frowns. “That’s my - No.” He shakes his head
when epiphany strikes. “Of all the women, Clark?” His voice is very
controlled now but everyone can hear the anger bubbling beneath it. Though they are somewhat confused as to what the
Oliver had been the first one to get the reference before he
began guffawing. “Man, this is priceless.” He pretends to wipe a tear
away, still laughing at the absurdity of the entire situation.
Barry pulls his feet away from the coffee table and sits up
straight. “Is Y/N related to Bruce?” He catches on before looking at
Bruce’s stiff posture. Arthur seems content to keep his opinions to himself as
he stares at his two friends having a stare-down.
“Y/N is a wonderful woman,” Clark starts but Bruce
shakes his head.
“I know that! She’s my sister!” He snaps, crossing his
arms. “I don’t want you to date her.”
Clark furrows his eyebrows. “That isn’t up to you,
Bruce.” He shakes his head. Just thinking about breaking up with you is
already causing him a headache and chest pains. “Y/N and I are
Bruce narrows his eyes at Clark.
“Man, I wish I had some popcorn for this.” Barry
comments before snapping his fingers. He zooms away and returns with three bags
of popcorns, of which he handed two to Oliver and Arthur. “This is better
than any drama series they are showing on TV.” He fakes whispers.
Bruce and Clark shoots him a (withering) glare before looking at
each other again.
“Y/N is the best thing that has ever happened to me, Bruce.
She makes me happy and she understands my work - our job.” Clark tries
once more. He knows how highly you think of your brother - the two of you had
once talked through Skype about the amount of things your brother had
sacrificed just to give you some semblance of a “normal” life, as
normal as a Wayne can get, that is.
“No means no, Clark. It’s because the nature of our jobs
that I don’t want her to be dating you, least of all people. Some villains are
beatable but yours often come in the form of crazy aliens! I don’t need that
stress added in to Y/N’s life unnecessarily!”
Arthur leans towards Barry to whisper something in his ears.
Barry looks at him before nodding his head, disappearing in a flash.
Clark takes a deep breath before exhaling slowly. He knows if he
pushes this matter too hard, Bruce will most likely not give him the permission
to date you. You had told him about Bruce’s protective streak on one of those
conversations the two of you normally have before you go to sleep. The downside
of having you living in Gotham, far from his Metropolis.
Before Clark could even come up with anything else, Bruce shakes
his head and just as he is about to turn away from the conversation, Barry
zooms back in and this time, surprises everyone when he lets you down from his
Clark is the first to react. He stands up and walks over to you.
You are still trying to catch your bearings – Barry had not been lying when he
said you would feel uneasy for a bit especially if it was your first time –
when Clark wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him.
“Y/N, are you alright?” He uses one of his hands to draw your
hair back so he can stare at your face. You blink a few times before nodding
You smile when you finally realize where you are. Bruce had
always declined your suggestions whenever you ask to see the Watch Tower. But
now that you are here, you give the space a quick glance, it seemed more
spacious and homey than you initially thought.
“I’m fine now.” You tell Clark as you wrap your own arms around
him, burying your nose in his neck. The last time you saw Clark in person had
been two weeks ago – when he dropped by the Manor as Superman – and even then,
the time you had with him had been very little. The most you had done then was
giving him a passionate smooch. “I miss you.” You mumble and kiss Clark’s neck
when he tightens his hold on you. He presses a kiss atop your head.
“Wow, this is even better.” Oliver comments breaking whatever
spell that had caught everyone else in silence. Bruce lets out a growl, causing
you to look at your older brother.
“Barry did mention you were giving Clark trouble, Bruce.” You
pull yourself out of Clark’s embrace. “Now what’s this I hear about you not letting
Clark date me?” You ask as you step towards your brother. Bruce narrows his
eyes at you and you shake your head before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Bruce,
I am a big girl now – you don’t need to constantly protect me. I can take care
of myself – both Alfred and you made sure of that.” You tell your brother. You
understand why Bruce is giving Clark a hard time. “Clark makes me really happy
too and I know I make him happy as well. He’s your friend, Bruce, can’t you
just let us date? Clark has been wonderful…”
“I just can’t, Y/N.” Bruce shakes his head, aware of the eyes
and ears that are looking and eavesdropping their conversations. “Can we have
this conversation somewhere private, please?” He asks and you nod your head. He
stands up from his chair and lead you away to one of the available rooms.
Clark crosses his arms, keeping his eyes on the door. He knows
enough to never use his powers whenever the two of you are talking – he respects
you too much even though his curiosity is burning him inside out.
“What are you going to do now?” Arthur finally speaks up. “It
does not seem as if our friend, Bruce, is willing to let you date Y/N.” He
Clark shakes his head. “It just means I have to try harder and
prove myself to Bruce.” A smile appears on his face. “Thank you for listening,
everyone. I think I should probably head inside too.” Clark excuses himself and
walks to the room the both of you were in.
I’m a newbie when it comes to One Piece. After a couple years of seeing One Piece on my peripheral (it’s impossible not to notice, especially when you’re deep in the Dragon Ball fandom) I put aside my hesitations (the length is scary to an outsider!) and began to watch.
Everyone in the One Piece fandom knows this already, but Oda truly is a genius. After hearing for years how complex the world of One Piece was, I STILL wasn’t prepared for how intricate the story is, yet it manages to work within the boundaries of a battle shonen.
When watching One Piece, I got the sense that Nami and Zoro love and understand their Captain the most. Please hear me; I’m not saying the other Strawhat’s don’t love Luffy, because they most certainly do, but the other Strawhat pirates seem to focus on the group as a whole with Luffy at the center. However, it’s Zoro and Nami that constantly keep their attention on Luffy specifically.
Zoro made this clear to me during Thriller Bark Arc. Sanji was there and willing to risk his life, but it was Zoro who gladly accepted Luffy’s pain. He wasn’t doing it for the crew, he did it for Luffy. Zoro’s love for Luffy isn’t the romantic sort, but it’s steeped in admiration, belief, and loyalty. Zoro may be one of the quietest crew members, but his silence doesn’t mean apathy.
Zoro’s protection of Luffy carries a lot of weight, because I would argue that Luffy is one of the most vulnerable out of all the Shonen heroes. Despite the fact I know Luffy won’t die (well…at least, not in the middle of the story, but that’s another discussion) I’m afraid for him. I think the last time I saw a shonen hero get his ass kicked as thoroughly as Luffy did pre-time skip was Goku when he was a child and faced off against Piccolo Daimao. But One Piece REALLY hammers in Luffy’s weakness in that section of the story. And Luffy overcomes a lot and is very strong, but in a world full of overpowered opponents who want to see Luffy dead, there’s a true sense of vulnerability. He isn’t the strongest, not by a long shot.
Nami, on the other hand, seems to feel just as protective of Luffy as Zoro, but her reason for this is entirely different than Zoro’s.
Unlike a lot of other relationships in Shonen manga, Nami and Luffy’s relationship is built upon mutual trust. They respect one another. Nami believes in Luffy and her faith is unwavering, but she also knows Luffy will charge into a situation without even thinking about the consequences to himself. She cares for his wellbeing more than he cares for it, and this attention to Luffy’s person only seems to grow as time goes on in the story. Of course, Nami cares for everyone in the crew, but I don’t see her focus constantly on the wellbeing of other members.
More and more often I see Nami turning to Luffy first, asking about him first, and putting her life on the line for him first. Nami also shares her vulnerabilities with Luffy. In WCI, I see this mutual dependence, trust, and focus on one another deepening.
And honestly, this is how healthy relationships work in the real world. If you want to have a meaningful relationship, it has to be about more than attraction. It has to contain trust, common goals, common interests and security.
Which is why I’m puzzled by Sanji/Nami shippers. I don’t mean to be disrespectful towards anyone’s ship, but I can’t see why anyone would want Sanji and Nami to be together. Sanji, as much as I enjoy his character, fawns over every single beautiful woman he sees. I don’t deny that Sanji seems to place a greater emphasis on Nami (ex. he always puts her name first before Robin’s) but to me, this isn’t a good enough reason for them to have a relationship. Sanji likes Nami because she’s beautiful. If she was an ugly woman, would Sanji even give Nami the time or day?
I highly doubt it.
In contrast, Luffy’s trust and focus on Nami has nothing to do with her looks. It’s because of who she is as a person. Luffy, whether he realizes it or not, feels a pull towards Nami, and it’s something I began to notice this more and more the further I got into One Piece. Luffy also has confidence in Nami, but he still feels…rather protective of her. Even in the beginning of One Piece when I wouldn’t really call any of their interactions romantic, they’re both focused on each other.
I love Luffy and Nami. Their care for each other is what makes me root for them. I want them to find happiness in romance because they already have everything they need to succeed. Every king needs his queen, and Nami is more than worthy of the title. I love how strong, brave, and selfless she is.
I find it quite interesting how Oda used Strong World and Gold to re-emphasize Luffy and Nami’s relationship. I know their relationship isn’t the focal point of One Piece, but Oda could choose to write about anything, especially when it comes to movies. For Strong World, he had complete creative control since he wrote the script. For Gold, Oda served as executive producer for the movie and rewrote the ending for Gold.
With Oda being such a calculated writer, it doesn’t seem possible that he’d write Nami and Luffy with these moments “just because” or without meaning. Oda is a planner. A small example would be him revealing his idea for Fishman Island in the chapter 121 SBS volume to a kid who asked about Fishman Karate. Oda said, “It’s halfway down the Grand Line which I will tell you about at some point. Please be patient”. The crew didn’t make it to Fishman Island until chapter 608.
I recognize that many Mangaka tease relationships but ultimately have them go nowhere or stay unofficial (I’m looking at you Hiro Mashima), so it’s entirely possible Oda will do the same, though I have faith he’s a better writer. But if that happens and someday far down the line One Piece ends without anything happening between the two, I will still ship them, and I will thank Oda for writing such a meaningful friendship.
But I really hope Luffy and Nami have explicit romance in their future. That would be rather wonderful, don’t you think?
a/n: here’s 5 pages of pure fluff!!! i hope you enjoy!! also: this might be the last piece of writing i post before i go back to college! still gotta pack too lol but enjoy this fuff and let me know what ya thought :)
Any day in London was a good day in London. At least that’s what you thought. But when you and Shawn woke up fairly early in the morning, planning on watching the sunrise from a park, the sky was bleak with clouds and a touch of rain. Everything the two of you planned was outside, but with the weather not looking too great, the plans were canceled.
You sat on the hotel bed, dressed in dark wash jeans and a gray sweater that resembled the sky outside, scrolling through your phone trying to find something to do in London. Shawn was on the phone with Andrew, no doubt going over the game plan for his concert tomorrow night.
While scrolling, your thumb accidentally hit a link that you didn’t want to see. Rolling your eyes at how long it took the web page to load, you were about to hit the ‘previous page’ button when something caught your eye.
A one-shot based on a request from @sunshinehobi7. Hope you like it Rachel!
Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Fratboy Hoseok, fluff, smut and a little angst thrown in for good measure heh heh
Word count: 7, 205 words
Crossing the threshold of the house felt like stepping into a different world. The music was so loud it felt like the whole place was thumping in time with the beats. It was not usually your scene but when your roommate, Amy, asked if you wanted to go to the party with her she didn’t have much persuading to do. You had just finished your finals, you deserved a break and socialise after being cooped up with books for so long and maybe kick back a beer or two.
So here you were. You smiled and greeted the other students you knew as you delved further into the house, letting Amy lead you to the spacious living room. It didn’t feel very big now that it was packed with a large amount of people chatting and dancing with no organisation whatsoever as it typically was at this sort of gathering.
An hour or so later found you still in the same room, not having moved much from your original spot where you leaned against the wall, talking to some of your friends about plans for the break. Your legs were aching from standing too long and you’d give anything to be able to sit down on the couch you were sure was in the middle of the room somewhere, but so many people had been crowding it that you hadn’t even been able to see it most of the time.
Then a group of people finally shuffled off to gift you with a view of the couch. However, it wasn’t the furniture that caught your attention, but the people sitting on it. One particular person, to be exact. The people flanking him on either side did not matter to you; you were instantly drawn to the man sprawled on the couch, his body lean and relaxed. His hair was not quite blonde, perhaps it was the lighting in the room playing tricks on you but it looked peach; a colour you’d brand silly on anyone else, but on him it seemed fitting and suited to his tanned skin.
He tilted his head right at that moment and caught your eye. That was when you decided that just as his hair colour suited his tan, his slightly darkened skin matched the sunny smile that he flashed you even more. The curve of your lips hitched upwards reflexively as you returned his intense gaze with your own that was filled with wonder. Never had you felt so drawn to someone before, and it was not just his looks either, because you’d met guys who were drop dead gorgeous yet didn’t feel the pull that you were experiencing now.
You were unsure if he thought that you were as magnetic as you found him to be, but you knew that his gaze was piercing you longer than necessary, spanning almost a minute before he leaned on his side to say something to the girl sitting next to him, never taking his eyes off of you. The girl’s expression took on a look of surprise, then she nodded and walked out of the room. His grin turned into one of proud triumph as he patted the vacant seat, motioning for you to come over and take it.
Hi :) I’d like to request a Jughead x reader. But it’s a bit sad. Like he tells someone about the reader, that she was great and he loves her and stuff. And when the person he’s talking to asks where the reader is, he tells them, that she disappeared a few years ago, but no one really bothered looking for her( for some reason, idk😅) And maybe they could all start to search for her? Thanks already 🤗
A/N: I didn’t even proof read this because I got so emotional writing this. It’s probably not as intense as it felt when I was writing it but bloody hell I feel drained. If you want to get the full I-might-cry-at-any-moment experience I would highly suggest listening to the song Highspeeds by Elliot Moss. I really hope I did this request justice, any feedback would be much appreciated 💓💫
Jughead sat, slouched in his chair as he focused intently on
trying to quell the tears that were brimming in his icy eyes. Archie, Veronica
and Betty were all discussing the most efficient way to get Jughead a
girlfriend as Kevin feverishly nodded in agreement.
“You should smile more Jughead, nobody wants to date an
angsty emo y’know.”
“Veronica’s right Juggie and you need to get off your laptop
more, it makes you look unapproachable!”
“Betty’s right Jug and maybe try and lighten up with the
humor, girls don’t like people who joke about death.”
“Yes! You could totally
slay if you just put the effort in, after all there’s someone out there for
everyone,” Kevin added with terrifying enthusiasm.
He couldn’t bear it anymore, all of them talking about him
as if he were pining for a romantic companion. He didn’t need anyone, he needed her. He slammed his fist down on the table in front of him,
silencing his friends but going unnoticed by the rest of his schoolmates that
were eating lunch in the courtyard around him. A singular tear escaped from the
reddened rim of his eyes and ran down over the purple circles – accumulated after
many late nights staring intently at the bright, white illuminated screen of
his laptop – beneath and onto his pasty, slightly sunken cheeks. That was what
shocked his friends the most. Not his sudden outburst but his sudden revelation
of raw emotion. They didn’t dare to move, just awaited an explanation with wide
eyes and slackened jaws.
“I don’t need anyone so please just stop. I don’t need to
change and I don’t need to impress any girls because somehow I impressed her and she’s all that I want. I don’t
know how I did it but I did, I managed to peak the interest of a girl who’s
smile made the rays of the sun seem dim and unfulfilling. Then somehow that
innocent curiosity turned into something more, something that terrified me so
much that I lay in bed at night in my dad’s trailer wondering how I’d let myself
fall so hard and cursing myself, knowing how fractured I would be when I hit
the ground. Then one night in Pop’s she sat across from me and with tears in
her eyes, brows furrowed with sincerity and told me that she wished I could
love myself as much as she loved me. She told me that she saw a shooting star
the previous night and she had wished upon it but she hadn’t done so in vain,
she had wished that I saw myself as she saw me; emotionally strong but with the
gentlest touch, harsh but beautifully honest and imperfect but perfect to her. For
the first time in my life I saw myself in a different light because she told me
to and I clung onto her every word as if I was hanging from the edge of a
precipice and they were my lifeline. Then she leant over and placed a kiss on
my lips, except it wasn’t just a kiss, it was my salvation. With my lips
pressed against hers I felt safe for the first time in my life and at that very
moment I welcomed the feeling of falling because I was falling in love with a
who’s love was vaster than all of the oceans and who’s kindness melted even the
iciest of hearts…” Jughead’s voice trailed off as the growing lump in his throat
prevented any more words from escaping.
“Well then where is she?” Veronica asked with raised
eyebrows, lacking tact or the ability to mask her apparent confusion and doubt.
“She disappeared,” Jughead began, hoarse voice eliciting a
small gasp from each of his companions. “She disappeared and nobody cared but
me. They said she’d run away, that it was a common occurrence with girls her
age. They said she’d probably found herself an older man, a forbidden
relationship and run off with him to indulge in some naïve teenage fantasy but
I knew better. I knew she’d never do that; her selflessness wouldn’t allow it. She
would have never left knowing the pain it would have caused the people around
her…the people closest to her…me.
Something happened to her, something terrible and yet everyone just accepted
the simple explanation and moved on. I won’t move on. I can’t move on until I know what really
happened to her and it’s exhausting.”
Jughead looked up at his friends; Betty was sobbing
violently into the sleeves of her pink sweater, Veronica had teary black
streaks running down her face and Kevin was dabbing lightly at his eyes with a
perfectly folded tissue. Archie placed a calloused hand on his best friends’ slender
shoulder and his brown orbs – glistening with unshed tears – met grey ones.
“We’ll find her Jughead, all of us,” He began, auburn brows
furrowed with sincerity and concern. “We’re gonna help you find out what
happened to her no matter what, okay?”
“She was my everything Arch and nobody cared. Everybody
ignored her like she was nothing but when Jason Blossom died the entire town
rallied together even though he was an awful person. Nobody even remembers her name…” Jughead spoke in a strangled
whisper, tears now flooding down his ghostly face.
Reason #11: Tyrion is “special” to Sansa — Why is it that Jon “didn’t ask!”
Now, though we compared it (jokingly) to the other instances when men mention Sansa and Jon flips, Jon’s reaction to Tyrion isn’t *exactly* rage — what is more, his disposition towards Tyrion is quite positive *before* Tyrion unwittingly takes it one step too far in his talk about Sansa.
When they first meet at the beach, Jon actually breaks out in a smile and shakes Tyrion’s hand, genuinely happy to see him. We can be sure that Jon knows all about Tyrion at that moment, at least everything that Sansa had shared about him and we know that she characterized Tyrion as “not like the others” and praised how kind he was. Even if she never said it out loud, she also implied to Jon that his being “kind” means he *never* touched her.
That alone makes Tyrion a good guy in Jon’s eyes.
The scene with Theon next episode confirmed that Sansa’s safety and well-being takes such center stage in Jon’s ‘good books’ that he immediately forgave Theon’s betrayal of his brother, his entire family and the North. Due to that, we can assume that Jon *would* feel gratitude towards Tyrion for treating his sister well when he would have had every opportunity (and the legal right) to do the opposite.
So…when Tyrion does broach the “subject” - hoping to resolve whatever doubt Jon might have about his honourable treatment of Sansa - he is rebuffed with something that can only be described as ‘gruff rudeness’ by Jon.
“I didn’t ask.”
And this only broke out of Jon the moment Tyrion showed a little *too* much interest in Sansa.
Genre: Fantasy, Mythology!AU / Royalty!AU / Psyche and Eros!AU
Word Count: 10,050
Summary: In the futuristic world of Europa, Queen Venetia rules her land an iron fist. None are more feared than the Akeran, an alien race Earth fought eons ago, who bear a remarkable similarity to the angels of lore. When you find yourself at odds with the Queen, it seems that there’s no safe place on Earth for you to run. Nowhere but your mysterious rescuer, and even he may be more trouble than he’s worth.
Summary: After Link’s and Sidon’s engagement is announced, Muzu poses a question to the Zora Prince: why him? why chose Link over all the other potential mates? The question appears easy enough to answer at first, but it is it truly something he can coherently explain?
A/N: Written for @sidlinkweek! Specifically for day one’s prompt, Blessings, which I realize has passed but better late than never so! Ye
(A/n): Broo, I have not written for Marvel in so long fuck
A Marvel request, this time: Reader is the youngest of the Avengers and they all see her as a little sister. She has written a fantasy novel and shyly asked Steve to read it. With her birthday approaching, Steve decides to illustrate her story while Tony sets everything in motion to publish it as soon as the Reader gives her Okay. On her birthday, they present her with a beautifully bound and illustrated copy of her novel. Thanks in advance!
Warnings: Fluff bois
(Y/n)’s hair wasn’t made, but it still bugged her that Sam just had to go a ruffle it more.
“Morning, squirt.” the dark man chuckled “Thought of anything you want for your birthday yet?”
She mumbled something in reply, waddling to her spot at the large oval table. It’s dark stained wood easy for morning eyes.
“Sam sit’own, it’s time to eat!” Tony barked.
The avenger complied, forgetting about the girls lack of response, and claimed his chair across from Bucky and next to Steve. The rest of everyone else were already situated in their respective spots.
Eggs and bacon, waffles and orange juice were dished out. Idle words charmed the morning air between bites and swallows.
Something like this was common but never common enough. All of them had contradicting schedules so a sit down of this sort was highly valued. Even if when (Y/n)’s eyes glided across the table and could only see other sets of tired ones to match hers; they would always be paired with genuine, dopey morning smiles as well.
“Anything new with anyone?” Natasha asked generally, sipping her black coffee.
“There’s this publisher-” Tony uttered with his mouth stuffed full of bacon scraps “He’sh a real big fwan of Iron Man. Said if I evar haff any books I wan’ published, to call ‘em.”
“Oh, really?” Steve commented “That’s nice of him.”
“Sure was,” the brunette swallowed and laughed “but I don’t exactly have any raw manuscripts lying around in need of publishing.”
“I think I might actually tell him thanks but no thanks.” Tony finished with a swig of his juice.
“Well, I find it odd to offer a billionaire inventor a publishing job.” Bruce chimed.
He and Steve both stood to clear their plates, taking anyone else’s that asked.
“Umh, Steve?” (Y/n) spoke up. She gently rose herself from her chair, swiping her plate up with her.
“Hmm?” the soldier hummed in response.
He was manning the sink, stringing up a hand as the girl approached him; wanting her plate. Though Steve didn’t take a second to glance her way, the small team member still willingly gave up her plate.
“Do you mind coming up to my dorm after we clean up. Please?” (Y/n) asked.
Though a moment of silence, Steve did eventually agree.
Soon after the first meal of the day was cleared, the two team mates met in the arranged location.
(Y/n) opened the door softly to allow Steve in, then just as gently, shut it behind him.
“I only wanted you up here to show you something small I’ve been working on.” she said, shuffling to her bedside table for a moment.
Steve bore confused eyes but had them complimented with a welcoming smile. He watched as (Y/n) took out a bound mess of papers, some splotched with inky dots.
“I ah- well I wrote a small novel. It’s a fantasy of sorts…” the girl trailed off.
Steve held out a hand to take the papers from (Y/n). She seemed hesitant before releasing them.
“You wrote all this?” He asked after flipping across some pages.
Steve saw her nod quaintly.
“I just- Tony was talking about the publisher,”
When (Y/n) began to speak, the soldier started to read some of the paragraphs.
“and that reminded me that I was going to show you this. I was going to do it sooner, but I didn’t want to waste any of your work time so I thought maybe now would be good…”
Her words fell short for a few moments before she finished with “That and.. I was never very confident in this story. I love it dearly but I don’t have much courage for it…”
“How long have you been writing this?” Steve questioned “I’m really impressed. You are seriously talented…”
The girl went silent for several seconds before replying with a small grin.
“You can take it with you to read fully, if you’d like.”
Steve smiled back down at her “Can I really?”
❆ ❆ ❆
Later on in week, Steve was hauled up in his dorm, reading and re-reading the story. He absolutely loved the creative characters that (Y/n) was able to bring to life just by using words. The story plot itself was hypnotizing to him.
“Hey, hey, capcicle.” Tony called from behind Steve’s closed door “You alive?”
“Yeah, yeah come in.”
The brunette entered soundly and said “What have you been doing. You’ve been in here for like two weeks..?”
Steve looked up to the man at the door, eyes tracing his face briefly. Then it struck him, a small idea.
“Well I’ve been reading… this story that (Y/n) wrote.” He spoke softly.
Tony looked as though he was about to laugh.
“(Y/n) writes?” the billionaire scoffed “Sounds dumb.”
“Hey,” Steve hissed “she’s is actually intensely talented.”
Tony sighed from Steve’s retaliation and fummbled with his words for a few moments, studying at the others face.
His eyes squinted softly.
“What do you want from me?”
Steve grinned, a small glint in his eyes as the gears in his mind worked together.
“I’m glad you asked.”
The blond took away several minutes to explain to Tony what he wanted done. He chose his words cautiously, allowing all his excitement bleed through his statements.
He told the billionaire about how he desired to illustrate her work in full colour and how maybe this would be their chance at a birthday surprise.
After a while of listening to the soldier speak, Tony stopped him with a brisk shake of his palm.
“You want me to take up the deal with the publisher, and have (Y/n)’s novel published without her overall consent?”
Steve stood with square shoulders, slightly taken aback. He chanced his voice “Yep.”
The opposite male didn’t take the opportunity to hide his flashing smirk.
“Well then, you have yourself a deal.”
❆ ❆ ❆
The next half of the month was spent with Steve and Tony slyly avoiding (Y/n). Steve wasn’t himself a good liar, but he was still able to coax the young hero into letting him keep the book for a while longer.
(Y/n) was no doubt happy that someone took extensive interest in her works. But, even now she could tell that Steve was beating around the bush.
As of the current, the girl was trying to find Steve to maybe interrogate him.
“Oh hey, (Y/n)!” a voice pulled at her.
She came face to face with Tony.
“Hey, Tony.” (Y/n) smiled “do you happen to know where Steve is?”
Tony charmed the girl with a smile of his own “I sure do.” he said matter-of-factly.
“Oh, that’s good. Mind showing m–”
“Right this way, my dear.”
Tony had turned around and started walking down the corridor. (Y/n) abruptly followed him.
It wasn’t long before both their steps sunk through the space with nothing else opposing them.
“Wait, Tony- if you are leading me to a surprise party, it’s a little early.” the girl spoke wearily.
“Pff- I know your birthday is tomorrow. I’m not the stupid one.” Tony answered. He twisted himself into a sudden right turn, entering the lounge.
There stood a solid Captain America, he had a smile manipulating his features.
“Hey Steve!” Tony called in a bright tone “Fancy meeting you here.”
Steve and (Y/n) both chuckled and Tony stepped out of the way of the two.
The girl approached the blond male.
“Steve, do you happen to have my manuscript on you?” She asked, looking his directly in his face “You would probably be done reading it over by now…”
Steve’s smile broadened and Tony snickered soundly.
“Yeah sure, here.”
From behind his back, Steve produced a beautiful leather bound, printed copy of the small girl’s story. It made (Y/n)’s eyes widen in pure shock.
(Y/n) read and re-read the title many times before she put together the piece that this was really her book. Her pride and joy in one official copy, just handed to her.
Not missing a beat, her swiped the book from the soldier’s hand and opened it wide. Immediately (Y/n) was clad with bright eyes as she viewed the images corresponding with everything she had put in words.
Two questions crossed her mind, and she gazed up at the two men before her.
“Is this mine?” she asked first.
Tony laughed and Steve did as well. Only briefly before both nodding.
“Is this.. is this published?” she questioned again. Her smiling lips framed her eyes that were hastily growing misty.
_____ (A/n): I am glad I got this done gosh diddily darn
Dealing with religious acquaintances as an atheist.
Some of y'all know I periodically get this bug up my ass to write something to help atheists become less obnoxious people and this topic came up in a Facebook group I belong to.
I don’t think the person who posted is an atheist, but the topic itself got me thinking of all the atheists I know and how they’d react. A lot of them would be rude and there’s just no need for that. For every annoying Christian out here trying to save the souls of the nonbelievers, there’s an equally annoying atheist who just can’t help reminding everyone they don’t believe in god or, worse, that they’re smarter for not believing in god. If someone says “God bless you” and your first response is “God isn’t real,” that makes you an asshole atheist.
In an office setting, talking about your religion all the time is unprofessional and I highly doubt a Muslim in the same situation would be afforded the same leeway at work. It should be pretty easy to scoot out of the conversation without offending anyone though. Say something positive and then nicely decline, all with a smile and a pleasant demeanor.
“Thanks for the invite, but I’m content in my spirituality.” “No thanks, but I’ll let you know if I ever decide to look into your faith.” “That’s nice of you, but I’ve actually been an atheist for quite some time.”
The last one sometimes results in a “Well I’ll pray for you,” which is fine with me. Pray your heart out, girl. I’m lo-key offended if you’re deeply religious and you’re *not* praying for my soul because that would mean you don’t think I’m worth saving in your worldview. You praying for me does not decrease my quality of life in any way but it gives you peace of mind, and that’s how I interact with religious people. If what you’re doing doesn’t bother me but it makes you feel better, then please keep doing it. That’s a net gain of positivity and I’m about making the world better on all fronts.
“Dr. Spectra is a highly respected motivational speaker and teen therapist.”
If you ask me, Penelope Spectra is easily one of the most terrifying and downright evil characters in the entire series. I’d even argue she’s worse than Dan. He’s definitely the most destructive, yes, but it takes a special kind of evil to intentionally get inside someone’s head and mess them up psychologically without anyone even noticing.
For that reason, I absolutely adore her.
I’ve been excited for this one, so let’s get to it.
Hi! I'm new to the malec fandom and I was wondering if there are any fics that you highly recommend? Preferably on the longer side? Unfortunately my laptop is having issues and the link to your library isn't working on mobile :(
Hi! So both of us put together some of our personal faves, and both of us write fics ourselves so I’m gonna link our AO3′s in case you’re interested!
“He watched with a sadness he couldn’t define as Alec drained the last drop of his drink. A toast to the dying, he thought, and took another sip of his own. Magnus supposed Alec had stuck to their agreement: One more drink and then decide. He’d decided.”
This author’s take on the missing scene from 1x06 “Of Men and Angels”.
AU. Alec and Magnus’s paths cross when they have to join forces to rescue Jace, Alec’s brother, from one of the most dangerous pirates of all times. What do a pirate and the son of an aristocrat have in common? Everything. Navigating mysterious waters, uncovering ancient secrets, and chasing maddened pirates, Magnus and Alec will discover that every storm can be weather if you just have the right person by your side. This is a tale of pirates, treasure and love.
(Anything) Magnus would do anything for Alec, and Alec doesn’t know what to do with that. / (Everything) With Valentine still at large, a crisis threatens to split the Shadow World in two, testing the loyalties of everyone on both sides of the line. But choosing between duty and honor, family and love is never easy, especially when war is on the horizon.
A note from the past causes Magnus to contemplate the loves of his long life, and leads to an unexpected turning point in his relationship with Alec.
Or, Why Magnus Never Married
“Meaning well is not well enough,” Ragnor said to Magnus in some shabby French café several decades ago. “You remember what Simone said. ‘The danger is not that the soul doubts there’s any bread, but lest, by a lie, it persuades itself that it is not hungry.’ My dear friend, there is no bread. Do not pretend any of these well-meaning ‘acts of love’ feed that starving soul of yours.”
“That’s not exactly how she said it. I do believe you’re paraphrasing.”
“And you’re avoiding the issue, which I’ll allow because I’ve eaten too much and need to concentrate on digestion. But I hope you’re listening too.“
Fairchild’s bakery is a second home to not just Magnus, but also to most of his found-family. As a pastry chef, he works long hours and takes great pride in his craft – so much so that he has little time or attention for much else. Least of all romance. After plenty of experience with heartbreak and disappointment, he has come to expect the worst from anything in that department, and the arrival of the wealthy Lightwoods in the neighborhood isn’t about to change that. Especially not when their eldest son might just be the most insufferable prick Magnus has ever met, no matter what anyone else has to say about the guy.
(aka the Pride & Prejudice/bakery AU no one asked for)
When agent Alec Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect much trouble. Of course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful assassin who lands him in a whole load of trouble. Enter Magnus Bane: an assassin turned thief who reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The Clave - after he pisses off a very important and powerful crime boss, Valentine Morgenstern. In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the two put aside their differences and work together? Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus, doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. (but not really). Enemies to friends to lovers.
Alec plays the piano every day, with great talent. One night, a note slips under his door: it’s a request from an anonymous neighbor. Before he knows it, Alec picks up the habit of leaving his window open so his neighbor can listen to him. Requests keep coming. Slowly, two strangers start a conversation without words and let the music do the work for them.
“N-no. No. No.” There were a thousand directions this could have taken, and this isn’t one. Shouldn’t be one. Alec is tripping over the words, his thoughts a mess because it’s true, his timer had been down to the last minutes when he’d closed his eyes and then now…
His soulmate is a stranger in the dark, someone without a face. A man.
(or how Alec finds his soulmate, inspired by the myth of Cupid and Psyche)
summary: sakura dies giving birth to sarada and sasuke decides he can’t raise this child without her (continuation of this)
sasuke returns a year after he left her, a few weeks after her first birthday. he wonders how she spent it and imagines that she was spoiled by her overly doting grandparents, being pampered with pretty clothes and toys and sweets. he’s not really sure what you’re supposed to do for a one-year-old, but something in the back of his head tells him that his gift should be sufficient.
sarada’s birthday means sakura’s death anniversary and so sasuke waits until he’s no longer drowning in his sorrow to go see the girl.
he has no right to call her his daughter and thinks it’s disgraceful to say he’s doing this for her, so he tells himself that this is for sakura.
he disables the series of traps meant to protect her and judging by their complexity, imagines that it was the hokage who set them up or one of his predecessors. this knowledge pleases him, for no matter how much kizashi and mebuki haruno may love their grandchild, they’re hardly capable of protecting sarada from the kind of people who may seek her out.
sasuke walks up to the crib she sleeps in and is startled to see her staring up at him with curious black eyes.