it kind of blew my mind a little because it was something i never considered

Off Guard Part 2

Summary: When a former HYDRA agent is brought in with a change of heart, Steve and Tony disagree on how to proceed. Peter, however, takes matters into his own hands.

Author’s Note: Excuse the exact same gif as the first part, I just love it so much

Peter Parker Masterlist

Part One

Masterlist

Originally posted by spiderholland


Part Two

“What are you doing up?”

Your head shot up from the mug in your hands. You’d been staring at its now-cold contents for the past half hour, lost in your own thoughts.

“Uh, just… getting a drink.”

Peter nodded, walking past where you were sitting in order to reach the fridge. You returned your eyes to the mug in your hands. He sat down opposite you at the kitchen table, digging into a bowl of cereal. The two of you sat in silence as he ate.

He’d finished a few minutes later.

“You going up?”

“No, I… I think I’ll stay a while longer.”

He gave you a skeptical look, before glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall.

“It’s two thirty in the morning.”

You tore your eyes away from your mug and looked at him. He had crossed his arms, and was now leaning against the kitchen island.

“Not tired.”

He didn’t seem convinced.

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Playbook - Jughead Jones x Reader

A longer one my dear readers - 1,900+ words. Hope you’re enjoying my little Riverdale fics ! ☺️

Warning : Swearing

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Jughead

“I am an acquired taste. You don’t like me? Get some taste.”

That was the first thing I had heard her say. Practically spitting into Cheryl’s face. That’s when I first spoke to her, but it wasn’t the first time I had noticed her - she was like me. Carrying around a laptop and paying way too much attention in English classes.

Upon approaching her and admiring her rebellion, she revealed to know my name but I ever found out how however it made me smile the tiniest smile in a long time.

We became good friends after that, working on the blue and gold together and becoming close enough that we were so often mistaken as a couple that the two of us didn’t even correct people anymore, it was like an unspoken agreement. That was until Reggie Mantle come onto the scene.

The hot shot captain of the football team. The backstabbing man whore.

She was almost an hour late to Pops again when she finally walked in, without her laptop non the less almost as if she had forgotten our plans. Again. “Where have you been?”

“I was tutoring Reggie again…” she seemed quiet at my sudden outburst.

“You were meant to be helping me, or does our work mean nothing now?” I spat, furious that he was taking the only girl that I particularly cared for away,

“Of course it does, Jughead, and you know that!” with each word she seemed to get more upset, “I was just helping.”

“Whatever.”

“God, Jug, you’re not my boyfriend what does it matter that I was being a friend to someone.” At the reminder that we weren’t all I really wanted us to be my heart broke a little.

“A friend to someone who will use you. Who will break you. You will end up just another name in that god damn playbook. Just another score for Reggie fucking Mantle.” I grew angrier, staring at her as tears filled her eyes a little more,

“How dare you. He isn’t like that, he is just a friend.”

“We are just friends.”
“What is that meant to mean?”

“We were just friends. Working together and now what are we? When did we stop correcting people over what we are? Answer me this, (y/n), what are we to you?” She stood in silence for a moment staring at me blankly,

“I don’t know.”

“And what are you and Reggie?”
“Just friends.” she said, barely above a whisper.

“So Reggie and you get a label and we don’t?” My voice broke a little as I tried to scoff but I felt my eyes glass over,

“I said I don’t know what we are.”
“And what do you want us to be?”
“I don’t know” she looked down at her hands beneath the table, shaking a little,

“You don’t know much apparently.” Her head snapped up in shock suspended in a stunned silence, tears finally rolling down her cheeks,

“goodbye, Jughead.” she mumbled, standing and leaving yet I didn’t call after her, I just stared at her empty spot.

“Jughead, you need to see this.”

Veronica and the others piled into the common area, I tired to push past them but to no avail, forcing me to sit on one of the couches with serious looks on their faces. “What? Because I am really not in the mood today.”

“It’s (y/n), Jughead.” I flinched minutely at Archie’s words.

“What about her?” they glanced between each other nervously before Kevin opened his mouth,

“She’s in the playbook.” My heart seemed to stop at them words. My (y/n) was in Reggie fucking Mantels playbook.

“Who’s name.” I asked, my teeth gritted,

“Reggie’s.” Veronica spoke carefully, “Last night, 8 points for…”

“For what?” I became more demanding, clenching my fists and staring at no one in particular,

“For the freaks unstable girlfriend.” Archie was the only one able to say it and at last I exploded, standing up suddenly my head felt dizzy. Then she walked in. we all turned to look at her and as her eyes met mine, she teared up herself. But what could I do. I wasn’t her boyfriend.

“Don’t talk to me. Again” I seemed to growl as I stormed past her, knocking her to one side and not caring to look back.

You

You looked over at the group and slowly approached them. They weren’t welcoming as normal. “Whatever you know is a lie. I swear it.”

“Then how do you explain your 8 points?” Betty seemed on edge but then she had never liked you and Jughead being close.

“Nothing happened between me and Reggie! Last night, he came to my house to work on some English he needed help on and we got carried away with some extract. Before I knew it I was late and I went straight to Jug but he blew me off like I had done something wrong - he wouldn’t believe me! He was asking me all these questions I couldn’t deal with and I left. I found Reggie nearby and he offered to walk me home and that’s when he tried to kiss me. I pushed him away telling him no and then that was it. We walked home and end of. Nothing happened.” You were almost in tears by the end as Veronica moved up to make space for you and you collapsed into her side. “The playbook is lying because half the football team hate Jughead and you know it, especially you, Archie.” Veronica rubbed your back lightly,

“Oh sweetie, we’re so sorry.” she murmured in your ear,

“God, I should have known It was a joke.” Archie looked more guilty than ever, “You need to go and find him, (y/n). You’re the only one that can talk to him when he is like this.

"No, Archie. I caused this and now he doesn’t want me.”

“No, we caused this. Reggie caused this and when I see that prick I wont be able to help but punch him.” Archie rested his hand on your knee gently.

“We will help you find him…”
“He will be in the English rooms. I know he will.” you interrupted Kevin and stood abruptly.

“Hey, (y/n).” Reggie waltzed in looking perfectly content with himself until Archie stood up in front of you, blocking you from view,

“I saw the playbook, Reggie, you think its funny to fuck up a friendship like that? Fuck up people like that?” Archie was getting dangerously close to Reggie’s face as he held up his hands in mock defeat.

“Look man, I hadn’t been in the book for a while and she’s never made it in, as far as the guys are concerned we made out but that’s it. Look, I didn’t even write it in.” Despite his attempt at an explanation Archie landed a firm hit to the side of Archie’s face.
“Archie! Stop it, he wanted his score, he got it. This isn’t worth it.” You laid your hand firmly on his shoulder giving him a warning glance before glancing at Reggie once more and leaving.

As you had thought, the abandoned English corridor has just one partially open door. Inside sat a boy, slumped against the wall, head in his hands and his beanie long forgotten on top of a long forgotten laptop bag.  "Jughead" you said timidly, slowly he looked up and you faced the broken boy you had once called your best friend. Wait… once called? When did you ever consider losing the boy that meant so much to your life?

“What are you doing here?” his voice was trying to be strong and still but you could hear that small waver in it as he tried to hide the emotions that were clear on his face.

“We needed to talk.”
“About what?” he snapped, “Your little score that made you late or was it after you left me last night?”

“Jughead. You need to stop this right now.” tears had began to brim your eyes too.

“Stop what? Because honestly, (y/n), I’m not too sure what I ever did wrong to you because let me tell you, it’s sad when you realize that you aren’t as important to someone as you thought you were.”

“You didn’t do anything and my god Jughead Jones you mean more to me than anyone!” you almost shouted, “The playbook is lying okay? Reggie wanted a few points and lied. Nothing happened after I left you other than the fact he walked me home because I was so distraught because my favorite boy had pushed me away like I was nothing.” Jughead studies you for a moment,

“You don’t mean nothing. You mean everything.” He pushed himself up off the floor as he spoke, “you are the reason for my life, the only good thing I have and you brush me off so easily for a boy that has never done anything good for either of us and then doesn’t even know what this is between us.” he paced as he spoke pulling his hands through his hair, “God, (y/n), do you have any idea how many nights I have spent wondering if I even mean anything to you more than a writing buddy?”

“Of course you mean more, Juggie…” you tried to interrupt but to no avail,

“Wondering if you even like me sometimes because I sure as hell like you. More than I have liked anyone in my life. I don’t know what love is because I have never had it but I am sure as hell that whatever we are,” he gestured between the two of you, “I’m sure that this is it. I can’t lose that.”

The tears were fresh on your face, you hated him being so broken, so insecure when all you wanted was for him to see himself the way you saw him everyday, happy and full of a dark kind of light that got you through the day, everyday without fail. Stepping forward to him slowly, your eyes not leaving his, he didn’t move back so you reached out taking his hand in yours.

“Of course I like you.” you whispered, “You’re fun to be around. You’re smart. You’re funny. You’re cute. You’re different. You’re crazy. You’re perfect, in an imperfect way. You always speak your mind. You have the best laugh. Of course I like you. You’re you.”

He looked at you for a moment longer before his hand found your cheek, brushing away the tears with his thumb and sighing.

“I am sorry, (y/n).”

“lets get through this bullshit together” you murmured glancing over his face watching as that little crease appeared under his eyes from when he smiled. His thumb still caressed your cheek lightly and, using the hand that was still entwined with yours, he pulled you even closer to him so you were so very almost touching,

“We could be perfect, but that would be boring” you smiled at his words.

“Agreed,” you whispered as he leaned in, inch by inch until your lips met for the first time.

Jughead

“Agreed” that was the first time I kissed her, but it wasn’t the first time I had wanted to. We would further correct people, telling them that we were a couple, carrying around our laptops, the dark and light, working on the blue and gold together and no one could come between us.

 

Not even Reggie fucking Mantle.

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Old Souls and New Colors (Lafayette x Reader x Peggy)

Words: 2500+

Warnings: Cursing, Sex Mentions

Request: Laf x Peggy x Reader Soulmate Au??

A/N: enjoy! (i tried my best?)


“Ah, the typical scenario: Boy meets girl, or guy, man falls in love with girl, girl finds out he’s not her soulmate. Disappointed, she spends the rest of her life thinking about him, even though they aren’t really meant to be together. And fluff and angst, weeks later, she calls him up again, and she forgives him. Not really a happy ending, until the credits roll, and we see her with him, or she finally sees her soulmate, and breaks it off with him. Am I right?”

Elizabeth stared at you, exasperated, “Honestly, how do you guess all of this? Are you a psychic? Is that black and white vision getting to you?” She asked, looking at you, “You know, I’m really sorry for your soulmate. You’re mean, and a jerk. Maybe they’re the same way.”

You laughed, buying the popcorn. Elizabeth insisted on going to the movies with you, although you would have rather went alone. You were best friends. she was the one to find her soulmate first. Alexander Hamilton. The man who would never shut up, no matter how much you tried to convince him.

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High Tensions - Ten

Can I just say that I’m loving the the reactions this is getting!

Reid x Reader

He’d dreamt about her again. This time she’d been lying on his bed with her legs spread wide and he’d been situated between them with his mouth pressed up against her, tasting her as he lapped away at her clit. 

He’d woken up a sticky mess once more, his mouth almost watering. He swore he could still taste the sweet, yet bitter taste of her but he knew that wasn’t possible. 

They exchanged texts this morning making plans to meet up later on in the day and he’d received a few suprise photos from her which made his dick immediately hard again. This had to stop, and soon. If he didn’t fuck her soon he was scared he was going to fall asleep on the jet and wake up with Y/N and the rest of the team laughing at him as he humped and came all over the leather seats, no doubt moaning her name. 

Yet he wasn’t going to be the one to end it. At least not yet. 

He wondered what tonight would bring. Spencer had enjoyed their little cinema “date” the other week, not exactly knowing what it meant for them in terms of their relationship with each other. But she’d been right when she’d pointed out that they were two friends with a mutual attraction who were trying to bang each other senseless. What other word really was there? They weren’t “friends with benefits” because so far, there’d been no benefits.  

He thought back to the last week and a half. The case had hit Y/N hard, it had affected them all but seemed to have hurt her more as she’d developed a bond with the parents of the child they’d initially been called in to find. That had happened to them all on occasion, it was hard not feel drawn to certain people and the parents had been drawn to Y/N, always seeking her out to check for new information. When the case had gone bad and the news delivered, he’d heard her crying in her hotel room later that night. He’d wanted to go to her but when he’d left his room next door, he’d saw her door closing softly and then sound of JJ’s voice through the wood. He’d settled for giving her a hug when they’d got back to HQ. 

She’d seemed fine this morning, back to her usual bubbly self during their text exchange but he wanted to do something for her to make her feel better. He racked his brains. 

After and hour of thinking he kept coming back to the same thing. He didn’t want to just buy her something, or take her somewhere. 

But would she let him do the thing he was thinking off? He’d found a loophole that would allow it, if she saw things from his point of view. 

Well there was only one way to find out. 

He knocked her door at 8pm, takeout bag in hand. She answered wearing a shorts and vest pajama combo, her hair piled on top of her wet. It looked wet and she didn’t have any make up on, although she still looked stunning.

“Hey! Apologies for the lack of proper clothes. I’ve literally done nothing but cleaning and laundry all day and I’ve only just got out the shower. I lost track of time.” She took the take out bag from him and he followed her to through to her kitchen area. 

“No worries. I did say don’t bother getting dressed. Admittedly I had something else in mind, but beggers can’t be choosers.”

She grinned at him, handing him a beer and pulling out some plates. “Actually Spencer, in this case, beggers could be choosers. You beg for it and you can choose to do what you want to me.”

He rolled his eyes at her trying to let the comment wash over his head. He helped her plate up their food and headed over to the couch, placing his messenger bag on the floor next to him and making himself comfortable. 

“So what are we watching?” he asked. 

“Well considering how much we’ve been talking about it recently, I figured we could watch this.” Y/N produced a dvd from the coffee table next to her. 

Secretary. 

“You’re not being serious?!” There was no way he could watch that with her, especially given the dreams he’d been having. 

“No I’m not. We’re watching this instead.” She produced another film. Don Jon. 

He knew that film was about a man with a porn and masturbation addiction and he could do without watching Joseph Gordon Levitt wanking himself stupid. He shook his head at her. 

“Well that brings me to my third and final option, this.“ 

Beauty and the Beast. 

“What?” she must have seen the look on his face. “It’s my favourite film and it makes me feel happy. And after the last case, I could kinda do with that.“ 

“Fine…. Put it on.” He watched her bound over to her dvd player and slip the disc in, her butt sticking out as she bent over. 

They ate and watched the film in companionable silence, her shushing him whenever he tried to feed her a random fact. 

“Did you know this film is based on…. ”

“Yes I know.”

“Did you know that Beast’s name is actually….”

“Adam, yes I know.”

“Did you…. ”

She chucked a cushion at him. “Spence, this is my favourite movie. I’ve watched it like a thousand times. I doubt there’s anything you could tell me about it that I don’t already know. Now shut up and let me watch. We can watch Doctor Who or something you like afterwards.”

It wasn’t like he wasn’t enjoying the movie, although he was enjoying watching Y/N watching it more. Her lips moved along with the character’s quietly singing along with them, or mouthing their lines. She really must have seen this film a thousand times to know it off by heart. It was sweet. And just another thing about her to add to the ever growing list of items he found desirable about her. 

The movie finished and as the credits rolled he could see her wiping away a tear. 

“Y/N. Do you want a hug?”

She looked at him suspiciously. 

“No funny business I swear. It’s just…… You’re crying.”

“Because of the movie, stupid film.” But she inched closer to him on the couch. 

“I never suggested it was anything other than the movies making you sad.” He held open his arms waiting to see if she’d move into them. 

She moved, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. 

Okay, perhaps offering a hug wasn’t such a good idea. The pajamas she was wearing didn’t offer much coverage and they were a thin cotton material. Luckily she was wearing a bra but he could still feel her chest pressed against his. 

“Thanks Spencer,” she sighed into his neck, her hands playing with his hair.

“What for?” he didn’t relax his grip on her, enjoying the feel of her against him. 

“Just….. I don’t know. Everything. I don’t think I tell you this enough but I honestly think you’re a great guy. You’re kind and sweet and you know when I’m feeling down and when I need a hug. You’re a great friend.”

Friend. Weren’t they a little past friends?

She continued, tilting her head slightly so that her words blew onto his neck. “Add that to the fact the you’re sexy as hell, and clearly know how to please a women in the bedroom. You’re obviously perfect.”

“I’m far from perfect Y/N. And sexy? That’s one word that doesn’t tend to get used in the same sentence as Spencer Reid.”

She was still pressed against him, her lips almost touching his neck. Her next words shocked him. “I think you’re perfect Spencer. Perfect for me at least. And……” she stopped herself, unsure of whether she should continue or not. He waited with baited breath. 

“And, erm….. Spencer. Maybe when we decide who’s won this little bet, we could actually go out on a proper date? One which we both know is an actual date.”

He knew that Y/N found him attractive, she’d said as much. And he knew that she must find him sexually attractive to have even been partaking in this game with him in the first place. 

If he was honest with himself he’d hoped and wanted something more to come out of it. But he was still totally surprised to hear that she wanted the same. 

He nodded at her. “We can do whatever you want Y/N.”

She broke the embrace and pulled away from him. “Well what I really want is for you to tell me you want me so I can win this damn thing and have a fucking orgasm.”

He laughed at her wondering if now was the time to ask her. It had to be really. 

“Y/N. Erm….. I was thinking earlier. I know how upset you’d been after the last case and I really wanted to do something nice for you.”

“You are doing something nice for me Spence. Just by being here with me.”

“Well I wanted to do something that would make you feel better…… And,  well I blame the fact that I’m in an almost constant state of arousal when I’m near you for pointing my brain in this direction, but the only thing I could think of to make you feel better was to offer to give you an orgasm. I’m not admitting defeat here by the way, but I found a loophole that I thought we could exploit just for the one night.”

He watched her face for a reaction, but she didn’t give anything away. A few moments later she finally spoke. “You want to make me come? Without breaking the rules?“ 

He nodded. 

"How?”

He reached into his messenger bag pulling out the little box he’d picked up earlier and passing it to her. Now that had been an interesting shopping trip. 

“Spencer this is a vibrator. Why the hell do you have a bullet vibrator?” He could still see confusion on her face, but he detected a hint of a smile of her lips. 

“I bought it earlier. I know you have one, but the thing that you have, well it scares me quite frankly. This is much more simple and the woman in the shop said that it’s one of the best selling items.”

She laughed, the image of him in a sex shop amusing her. 

“I can’t use it though. It’s against the rules. It’s still self relief remember. If I use this on myself, you’d win.”

“That’s not what I’m getting at. I’d use it on you.”

Her jaw dropped and her cheeks coloured. 

“Technically we’re not breaking any rules because I wouldn’t actually be touching you. I’d be touching this. And you wouldn’t be touching yourself either. You get to orgasm and feel good, and I get to watch. And neither of us violates any of our self imposed rules. But it’s a one night only thing.”

“Why one night only?”

“Because otherwise, if I were to do this again, then you’d never admit defeat and I’ll never get to hear you telling me how badly you want my dick inside you.”

She breathed in deeply, before asking, “But what about you. You still don’t get to… Well, you know.”

“Honestly Y/N, twice now I’ve woken up covered in my own mess. The dreams I’ve been having about you…… Well, they’ll keep me going for a bit longer.”

He licked his lips at the memory,  hearing her whisper, “Oh my fucking God.”

“This isn’t a trick?” she clarified. 

“Nope, although if at any point you beg me to slip myself in, then I do still win. But otherwise, it won’t count against you. It will probably work in your favour to be honest. I’ve only dreamt about what you look like when you orgasm, seeing it might actually push me over the edge.”

“Okay.”

She stood up from the couch, holding out her hand to him. He took it. 

The box in one hand, and his hand in her other, she led him to her bedroom. 

illneverrecover  asked:

Hello! I love your writing and would love to request a little ficlet/scenario from you, if possible! I'd love to see your take on the RFA & Saeran drunk dialing MC and saying "I love you" for the first time? (or vice versa, MC calling them and saying it). <3

This one was very fun to write. Had I not gotten sick I would have been much quicker and the quality would be better, but I hope you enjoy it as it is nevertheless :3

In which drama never happened and MC had months to get to know everyone going after anyone in particular…until now…

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♬Zen♬

He’d been jogging around the part, enjoying the cold air of the night cooling his heating body. It was quiet, empty and peaceful, nothing but the music from his headphones to be heard. Zen had been completely engrossed in the song, quietly humming along when suddenly in broke off. For a moment he wondered whether it was his headphones, when suddenly the music was replaced by his ringtone. A call then, but not just any. You were calling. He fished out his phone from his jogging pants and instantly accepted the call. “Hey, gorgeous, what’s up”, he asked, a little out of breath as he was still running. “Zen. Zenny. ZenZen. Zennyboy. Prince Charming. The fairest of them all”, came your reply, words slurred into the phone. He couldn’t help but laugh, cheerful and breathy. “Are you drunk, by any chance”, he asked. “I don’t get drunk! I get awesome.”

Zen laughed again, utterly amused at your state. You were so obviously drunk and yet denying. It was kind of adorable and yet worrisome at the same time. Hadn’t you said that you didn’t drink, let alone get drunk like that? Was everything alright? “MC, is everything alright?” There were undefinable sounds coming from your end of the line when suddenly you spoke again: “I’m peachy!” You did sound peachy, but Zen couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something you weren’t telling him. “What are you doing right now, gorgeous? Nothing dangerous, right”, he asked, slowing down a little so he could make out exactly what was going on. You just chuckled. “Nothing dangerous, I promise. Just lying in bed, thinking about you.” The rustling of sheets…so that is what he’d heard just now. Zen smirked. “My Lady, that is quite the naughty thing to say to a man. I told you we’re all beasts and one could misunderstand your words.” 

“And what if I meant them?” Zen tripped and stumbled, barely able to keep himself on his feet. He froze for a moment, taken aback by your words. Did you mean it? No, that couldn’t be. You’d never made such advances before and he’d been mercilessly flirting with you since the day you joined RFA. Maybe it was just your drunk mind pulling a prank on the two of you. He was ripped from his thoughts by a loud sigh from you. “I knew I shouldn’t have called. Saying I love you over the phone is really not romantic, right? Silly me”, you said, chuckling sweetly like it was nothing while Zen was bordering on having a heart attack. “MC I - “, he spoke quietly, ready to return the sentiment when suddenly you cut him off. “Oh shit, bladder is acting up. I gotta take a whiz. Bye bye”, you sing-songed, blew a kiss at the phone and ended the call as abruptly as you’d started it.

Zen stood there for a good minute, fingers still pressing against the earplug like he was trying to hear you better when you’d hung up a long while ago. His heart was beating so rapidly in his chest Zen feared he might faint from it. He walked to the nearest bench, slumped down onto the cold wood and buried his heated face in his hands. You’d just told him you loved him in the most unromantic way possible. You were drunk, you did it over call and you didn’t even let him reply because you had to pee. None of it was in any way sweet or nice like he’d always imagined it so why…why on earth did he feel like the air had just been sucked out of his lungs, stomach filled with those little, fluttering butterflies he hadn’t felt in years?!

★Yoosung★

His phone went off in the middle of a round of LOLOL. At first he considered not picking up. The fight was at its peak and if he let down his guild members now they wouldn’t forgive him for ages and he might have to make it up to them by giving away some of his rare items. It’d happened before and Yoosung was still salty about it. However, as he glanced as his phone to see who was calling – to determine just how important the call was – he caught a glimpse of your name. Without a second thought he reached for his phone to pick up. In the chat you’d mentioned that you were going to a friends Bachelorette party and while Yoosung didn’t know much about what went on during those parties, he knew that alcohol was generally involved. A quick glance at the time told him it was already pretty late and Yoosung got worried that something had possible happened to you.

When he picked up he was greeted by loud music in the background, shrill laughter and you desperately trying to shush everyone while suppressing your own chuckle. “Oh shit, he picked up. Shut up everyone”, he heard you hiss, quiet as if you were covering your phone to muffle the sound. He frowned for a moment but then your voice was back and this time obviously directed at him. “H-Hi, cutey-pie”, you spoke, voice slurred and followed by laughter form not just you, but all the women with you. “How you doin'”, she asked, for some reason earning even louder laughter from her friends. “I’m fine, just playing some LOLOL, but how are you? Is everything alright?” There was some muffled talk in the background with you trying to shush your friends once more before you yet again returned to the phone to talk.

“So my friends and I were playing truth or dare, you see, and I picked dare”, you spoke, obviously drunk. So much so that sometimes you needed multiple attempts to say a word. Yoosung was having a hard time following, especially as he was trying to game at the same time. The phone was tugged between his shoulder and ear to keep his hands free. It was uncomfortable, but he couldn’t just hang up on you. “Okay, sounds like fun. As long as you’re alright, I’m glad”, he said. “No, no, no, wait”, you said quickly. “Don’t hang up yet. I still have to tell you something important.” There was loud snickering in the background and Yoosung was getting the feeling that he was being pranked. Usually Seven’s calls started much the same and it always ended poorly for him somehow. “Listen, if this is some sort of -”

“I love you, Yoosung.” You broke into a fit of chuckles while Yoosung could practically feel his brain breaking apart at the same time. “The girls had me – hey, no, give me back my phone. Don’t be like that”, he heard you say, your voice getting quieter and quieter with every word you said. Instead the music and laughing were getting louder. “Goodbye, cutey-pie”, the all screamed into the phone, laughing manically before the connection was cut and Yoosung was left completely speechless, without the chance to so much process what you’d just said, let alone reply. His eyes were trained on the screen of his computer, watching his guild being slaughtered as his character stood motionless in the middle of the battlefield. All of them were cursing Yoosung and he knew he’d have a lot of making up to do, but he just couldn’t care. Not when the one girl he’d been secretly crushing on for months had just admitted to loving him. And the idiot he was he hadn’t immediately said it back!

♨Jaehee♨

You’d been very quiet in the chat for a while and Jaehee became increasingly worried about your well-being. Whenever she asked you, you either avoided the question or gave her some half-hearted answer about some minor thing that was bugging you. She knew better though, knew that there was something much, much bigger that was making you feel so down. The worst part about it was though, that she had no idea what the possible reason might be. Everything seemed perfectly fine. Everyone in the RFA loved you, the cafe was doing great, you hadn’t fought and if anything the two of you living together made the situation much more relaxed and fun. You shared the rent and the chores, reducing the stress levels in both of your lives a lot. Jaehee didn’t know what to do anymore. Usually she was all for respecting peoples privacy, but she was legitimately worried for you.

After yet another failed attempted of asking you Jaehee turned to the RFA members. In the chat she told them about the situation and everyone agreed that you had been acting rather strange. However, when she asked for a reason no one seemed to know what was going on either and she left the chat not the smarter. That was until about two hours later she got a call from Zen. Apparently he’d been worried too but as opposite to Jaehee, you’d actually opened up to him. Apparently you’d just broken up with your boyfriend of multiple years and despite the whole thing not having been a messy break-up it still hurt to let go of something like that. Jaehee thanked Zen for sharing that with her – as she felt glad to finally know what was up – but didn’t in any way prolong the conversation, instead ending it rather soon, surprising both Zen and herself at the same time.

Jaehee didn’t fully understand her behaviour either. Usually she would have rejoiced at a call from Zen, done anything to make it last longer. This time, however, she felt somewhat bitter and disappointed instead of cheerful like the usually would. Upon thinking about it Jaehee realized it was because of you. She was hurt because you’d chosen to tell something as important and monumental to Zen instead of her. She thought she was your best friend and yet you went to Zen first. What had she done wrong? Were you mad at her? Did you possibly have feelings for Zen and wanted to let him know you were on the market?! For some reason that one hurt her the most. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint why, but it did. That day she didn’t join any chats either.

She didn’t feel like talking to anyone until she saw your name flash on the screen of her phone and just couldn’t hold back. With a sigh she picked up, ready to hear what you had to say. “Heeeeey Jaeheeeee”, you called into the phone and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that you were intoxicated. Which in itself was quite strange, as you usually never drank, let alone to excess. “MC, Zen told me about your break-up. I am sorry you’re so hurt by it.” What followed was a bitter laugh on your part and a snort like it was the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard. “I’m not hurt by it. I was the one who broke up”, you laughed. Now that part had Jaehee rather confused. “But then…why haven’t you been in the chat and why are you drunk”, she asked you. “Because I’m in love with you.” Such a simple reply and yet it shook Jaehee to the core. Especially when she realized that…she felt the same? She hadn’t been jealous of you talking to Zen, she’d been jealous of him talking to you. “Oh…I think we should talk about this when you’re sober. I would like to say it back with you remembering it.”

♛Jumin♛

Jumin had told everyone that he was on an overseas trip, so they should refrain from calling him. So when his phone went off, in the middle of a very important meeting at that, he was admittedly rather irritated. At first he didn’t even consider picking up. Jumin didn’t even look at his buzzing phone. If this deal didn’t go through he would be in big trouble with his father, as he’d been very adamant about what an important client that was. Funnily enough it was actually the client that looked at Jumin’s screen and smiled at him, telling him to pick up. He’d seen your name and figured you were Jumin’s girlfriend. While his assumption was wrong, he was right in thinking that Jumin would care for your call. Somehow, over the course of the last couple of months, Jumin had completely fallen under your spell. He’d never dared to voice as much, always remaining at a comfortable and polite distance, but whenever you reached out to him he found himself compelled to follow your call.

When he picked up the phone, a gentle smile on his face, the first thing he heard was you singing. It was loud and off key, like you weren’t really trying. Turns out that you were just really drunk. He liked the occasional glass of liquor himself, everyone knew of his love for wine, but he was also very clear on setting certain limits. You’d just overstepped one. “MC, are you alright? Is everything okay”, he asked, frowning and trying to ignore everyone at the meeting staring at him. He could hear gasps and nervous screeching from the other end of the line, quiet cursing as you apparently turned down the music a little before finally returning to the phone where Jumin had been waiting. “H-h-how much did you h-hear”, you asked between hiccups. Your voices sounded a little off as well and not just slurred. It was almost strained and Jumin deduced that you’d been crying.

“You were singing that song we danced to at the last party”, he replied, face now somewhat pained. He was just happy you couldn’t see it. The way he knew you, you would have worried. It was a little embarrassing to show this side in front of clients, but he’d been asked to pick up the phone and he could hardly hang up on you when you were in such a state. “You… you re – hic – member”, you asked. Jumin was surprised to realize that he felt physical pain upon hearing how shy and sad you seemed to sound in that moment. What was going on? “Of course I remember. It was a lovely evening, but that doesn’t matter right now. You’ve cried, haven’t you? What happened, MC. You know you can tell me.” He’d expected a lot of things. Everything from a death in the family to you having been fired or such. Never in a million years had Jumin considered that he was the reason for your painful tears, but as it turned out, that was precisely the case.

You went on explaining how the song had come on and how you’d somehow broken down crying because of it. “I’ve been in love with you for so long now and I though…I guess I hoped that-that you felt the same, but you never made any advances and I - oh God, what am I doing? I’m so sorry, Jumin. You’re on a business trip and I’m drunk dialing you. I’m so sorry. I should go. Please forget I ever called. Bye.” You hung up so fast he hadn’t even been able to beg you not to. You were in love with him. In your most vulnerable and honest state the first thing on your mind was to call him to tell him you loved him. Had he known of your feelings you wouldn’t have been crying in the first place. Well, luckily there was more than enough time to remedy that. Jumin instantly got up, frantically gathering his things. “I am so but I will have to cut this meeting short. The woman that has bewitched my body and soul just admitted to loving me and I find myself in dire need to return the sentiment.”

☼Saeyoung/Seven☼

In hindsight he should have seen it coming. You’d tried to talk to him many times over the course of the last couple of months, but while the moment had never been right time and you’d never actually uttered the words he should have been able to deduce them. What was his mastermind good for if he couldn’t even understand as much as the most basic human emotion? At first he’d been happy about it, as he still considered himself a dangerous person for anyone to be around, let alone someone as kindhearted, fragile and breakable like you. Then days of not really talking started to turn into weeks and Seven found himself rather lonely.

He tried to evaluate what had happened, why you’d suddenly stopped talking to him when you still seemed to be alright with talking to everyone else. Even more surprising, however, was the fact that he could not for the love of him understand why it hurt him so much. He’d perfected letting go of people over the years. His job demanded such petty relationships, as everything else was dangerous. However, he started to realize that despite his better judgement, he’d formed a deeper bond with you. One he could no longer ignore as it threatened to consume him. He missed your silly message sessions of just exchanging memes, missed the two of you teasing the rest of the RFA members together, missed your phone calls late and night talking about the silliest things. He missed you and there wasn’t a single robot he could build that would change that.

He attempted to reach out for you once, in a weak moment late at night after yet another exhausting and draining day at work. He’d called you multiple times, dying to just hear your voice for a minute. You didn’t pick up. Not only that, but you even pressed away his call. In that moment Seven realized just how much he’d apparently fucked up your relationship. The problem was though, that he wasn’t quite sure what he’d done. Surprisingly, however, he needed to know though, urgently, and so he went through all your texts and chats and calls to find the reason. Seventeen times. You’d asked him whether you could talk in private and in person seventeen times and every single one of them he’d been bury with something ‘more important’.

At that moment he couldn’t even feel hurt about you ignoring him. He brought it upon himself. Despite it hurting, Seven gave up on reaching you in that moment. He was about to make peace with the fact that you’d never talk to him again when his phone chimed with the ring tone he’d picked for you. When he picked up you sounded drunk…and frustrated? “Now listen here, smartass, because I have something to say and this time I won’t let you off the hook”, you started. Seven tried to stop you, begged you not to say the words he knew you wanted to say, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist and it was just too dangerous.

“Shut up! I’m so tired of your excuses so you’ll listen. I love you, Saeyoung. I love your shitty jokes, love your dumb mistakes and silly glasses. I love every last thing about you other than the fact that you’re trying to push me away all the time. What’s up with that? Anyway, I’ve had it. I know that you know where the apartment is so tomorrow at eight sharp you’ll come and pick me up with a bag of Honey Buddha chips as a gift, you’ll take me to the arcade, let me beat your ass in everything and kiss me goodbye at the door after setting a date for our second date. Understood?!” And really, who could say no?

☀Saeran☀

The thing is, most of your communication happened over the phone. It had all started out with that one fateful text that had led you straight to the RFA. After that your life had been turned upside down and so had his. In amidst all the drama – and his fable attempts to kidnap and recruit you for Magenta – you’d somehow managed to bond. Messages exchanged here and there, but a connection had gradually been build. To the point where he’d been willing to accept your help over his own brothers for the longest of time. You’d been the phone who’d gotten him into a mental institution and for the first couple of weeks texted him very single day just to check up on him. He’d never replied and yet you’d never lost your calm or kindness. If anything you’d showered him in it even more, never giving up on him like everyone else in his life had. 

Somehow he’d fallen for you over the span of a couple of months and while he didn’t allow himself to pursue you, he eagerly waited for every message of yours. Still, Saeran didn’t reach out to you for a multitude of reasons. One of the reasons being that he didn’t feel stable enough to start the relationship with you that he wanted. Then they actually took his phone away in the clinic and despite missing your messages, Saeran didn’t stop them. He had long way to go to be the man you deserved and he would have hated it had he craved and texted you back before the due time. Luckily it was no longer an issue and when he was released a couple months later and got his phone back the first thing he did was check for messages. You’d texted him every day, without fail and Saeran eagerly read through every single one of them, smiling down at his phone as he did.

Of course he would later deny ever having done so, but he knew better. However, he hadn’t quite reached his goal yet and so once more he decided not to reach out. Not when he still had a long way to go. Another couple of months passed. Saeran had joined his twin in the agency, working as both a hacker as well as a field man depending on what they needed for the case. His doctors had deemed him mentally stable, he was earning good money on a more or less proper job and he finally felt like he was in a good place in his life. Of course his first through had been to call you, as you’d made all of it possible. The thought of being with you had kept him sane over the past couple of months. There was nothing else he desired to achieve other than having you in his life.

When you called a mere hour later it was almost spooky, even to him. It felt like you had some sort of connection and the thought alone made Saeran laugh out. Still, it seemed like a sign. Him realizing that he was stable with you calling right after had to mean that it was alright to go after you and so he picked up the phone. Admittedly he hadn’t thought that you’d be drunk out of your mind, but at least the conversation was funny that way. “MC, I think you should really consider sleeping it off”, he’d suggested after you attempting to serenade him for the third time, assuring him just how much you loved him. “Who are you? My Mommy?” For someone who’d played mother hen for him and the rest of the RFA for so long you sure sounded judgemental. Saeran couldn’t help but laugh.

“No, but I’d like to be your boyfriend”, he’d replied easily, smirking as he waited for your reaction. “Wait…what?” You’d sounded so utterly confused, it had been extremely hard not to burst out laughing. In fact, Saeran had been forced to cover his mouth, take a deep breath to calm himself. It was almost as if you hadn’t even considered the possibility he might return the feelings. “Nothing, just go to sleep goddamn it ”, he’d said attempting to sound stern and failing miserably. Lucky for him you were drunk enough that you’d not notice.“Jeez, fine. Bye mom. Love you.” He’d hummed, hung up the phone and that was that. Come morning he would definitely tease you about that conversation, but he wouldn’t be any less pleased about it. After all, he’d just officially made you his.

Naruto Canon Couples Foreshadowing

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

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

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

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

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

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

First off, Sasusaku:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now for NaruHina:

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

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

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

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

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

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

ShikaTema:

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

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

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

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

SaiIno:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Freshman: Problematic Love Interests

So, ya’ll know how rough the last chapter of The Freshman was yesterday. Nearly everyone in the chapter was at their max level of craziness…particularly the love interests. In fact, I was so frustrated with some of their behaviors that I decided I had to get some things off my chest. Hence, this post came to be.

Forgive my snarkiness and general agitated tone here…I’m much less aggravated than I was last night. Let’s just be thankful I gave myself a day to relax before sharing these thoughts!

Okay, let’s get started. 

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anonymous asked:

Prompt idea; I didn't much care for what they did to Alex's Character in Monday's episode. So I was wondering if you could fix it. Like when Maggie asks Alex what's wrong, Alex actually tells her it's Kara's Birthday and Maggie's like 'then why are we going to a concert we should be celebrating your sisters birthday??'. And instead of pushing Kara towards Mon-el maybe Sanvers gives her a push towards Lena?

Hope this is what you’re looking for. P.s. sorry for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes: 

Maggie’s said it before, and she’ll say it again, she knows Alex Danvers. 

It’s only been a few weeks and she already knows Alex’s state of mind with just one look, especially when she doesn’t pay attention because an Alex Danvers that is distracted is a distraught Alex Danvers, there’s not an instance that Alex isn’t one hundred percent focused on something, whether it’s something as trivial as a crossword puzzle or taking down an alien foe. So, when she’s distracted, Maggie knows that something is wrong, that something is eating at her. 

The brunette places her beer on the kitchen counter and narrows her eyes at the agent who was lost in deep thought, wringing her hands a little while staring at a fixed point on the ground. “Earth to Agent Danvers,” Maggie prompts playfully to get her girlfriend’s attention. Alex jumps a little, her eyes unfocused, before she shakes her head and brushes off the strange distraction as though it never even existed, as though Maggie hadn’t just caught her looking longingly at her hard wood floors and, trust her, those floors are nothing to be desired. “What’s up with you?” Maggie asks. She’s not being harsh in her questioning, in fact, she turns her head to the side and tilts one side of her lips up in a curious smile. 

“What? Me?” Alex asks, standing up straight and crossing her arms across her chest. “I’m fine, there’s nothing wrong.“ 

“Alex,” Maggie’s voice is full of disbelief and she comes around the counter so that she is face to face with Alex instead of having a counter between them. “come on.” The detective raises an eyebrow, telling Alex that she wasn’t buying it, not even for a second. 

“It’s Kara,” Alex admits, she can’t deny it when Maggie asks her, even if Alex is pretty new to the whole feelings thing, besides, it’s Kara and Alex kind of feels incredibly guilty for the way she just blew off her sister. “I think I hurt her feelings.” Alex confesses. 

Maggie nods her head a little and opens her mouth, not quite catching how or why Alex had hurt her sister’s feelings but understanding that the two of them had an inexplicable bond that, as an only child, she’d never really experienced before. “Okay…?” Maggie says uncertainly, watching as Alex played with her hands again and turned around before turning back. It was also rare that Alex Danvers got so torn up and wound up like this - again, the Kara effect. 

The agent pauses and contemplates for a moment. She’s not entirely sure if she should share this information with Maggie, it’s a tradition only her and Kara have, even Jeremiah and Eliza hadn’t really celebrated the tradition with them, it was a sister event, it wasn’t actually Kara’s birthday but it was the day that she arrived on earth and the day they officially became sisters, but Maggie knew that Kara was Supergirl, that she was not of this planet, so what harm could telling her about this really do? 

“It’s kind of… Well…” Alex grumbles in frustration, she’s not sure how to explain the day to anyone, she’s never had to before since no one, other than her inner most circle of people, her family, know of it already. “Thirteen years ago my sister came to earth,” Alex says and Maggie leans against the counter, her full attention trained on Alex and what she was saying. “she became my sister,” Alex states. “and every year we have what we call ‘Earth Birthday’, it’s kind of Kara’s birthday, and it’s kind of not… it’s hard to explain, actually, Kara’s actual age is kind of complicated, her biology-" 

"Stick on topic Danvers.” Maggie interrupts with amusement because of cause her bio-engineer girlfriend gets excited and intrigued mid-explanation by alien DNA. 

“Right,” Alex says, she had been pacing during her explanation and comes to a halt in front of Maggie, looking her in the eyes, her own eyes sparkling a little. “every year we celebrate, just the two us, together, every year. It’s a tradition I guess and… I, um, well, I kind of…” Alex sighs and rubs her face with her hands. “I kind of blew her off… to spend the day with you.” For a minute, Maggie is stunned, clearly this day was very important, not just to Alex but to Kara, every year they celebrated it, and Alex had just cancelled? For Maggie? The detective could not have that. 

She crosses her arms across her chest and examines Alex for a moment, it was obvious that she was wracked with guilt, that she knew that this wasn’t exactly the right thing to do, that maybe she’d made a mistake, Maggie can handle rejection, hell, she wouldn’t have even considered Alex turning her down for the concert as a rejection, not when it’s her alien sister’s birthday. Sometimes, Maggie honestly didn’t get Alex’s decision making. 

“Go, be with your sister.” Maggie says and Alex, who had taken an interest back into the hard wood floors, head snaps up in surprise and Maggie smiles slightly, her lopsided smile that Alex loved. “Come on Danvers, why are we going to a concert? We should be celebrating your sister’s birthday,” Maggie says, stepping forward so she was only a few inches away from her girlfriend. “look, I appreciate that you want to spend time with me, actually, I love that you want to spend time with me,” Maggie was attempting to be honest. “but family is important too, and you shouldn’t have to sacrifice one relationship for the other. So,” Maggie smiles. “I’ll talk to my friend who’s working security, maybe I can get an extra ticket and Kara can come along. Of course only after you two have spent some time together." 

Alex pauses for a long moment, so long that Maggie thinks that maybe she was just never going to reply, before she breaks out into a huge smile and wraps her girlfriend up into a tight hug, planting a loving kiss to her cheek. She pulls back and places a quick peck on her lips and Maggie starts smiling like a brainless starstruck idiot as Alex spurs into motion - ah, the Alex effect. "You are seriously the best,” Alex says. “wait, do we have any cupcakes?”

//

A part of Alex thought that Kara wouldn’t open her apartment door and she’d be left standing there with a cupcake until the candle dwindled down to nothing and her human legs gave out to exhaustion but, of course, Kara does answer the door. 

The door opens slowly and Kara appears in the doorway with a semi-smile, it’s almost the familiar Kara smile except Alex knows her sister all too well, and she knows when something is bothering her, and something is bothering her - beyond just Alex that was. 

“Happy earth birthday, please don’t send me away,” Alex gives her little sister a wide, hopeful, grin and the blonde laughs, scuffing her sock clad foot against the floor. “I come in peace, look, I even brought a cupcake, it has a K.” Kara shakes her head and the smile that had been tempting her lips before tugs even more at the corners. 

“Is this your apology?” Kara questions playfully and Alex softens a little, feeling that guilt again. 

“I am,” Alex says and Kara leans against her door. “sorry that is.” Alex clarifies and Kara stares at her for a moment, her eyes drifting all over Alex’s face and, admittedly, lingering longingly on the cupcake. 

“You are forgiven,” Kara says carefully, stops eyeing the cupcake, and Alex almost rolls her eyes at Kara’s laser like focus on the cupcake - of course Kara was distracted by the food. 

“Go on, blow it out,” Alex encourages and the blonde’s face lights up. “gently!” Alex adds, remembering all the past birthdays when Kara had been distracted and forgot she sometimes had superbreath - they hadn’t exactly been the best experiences and Alex wasn’t keen to relive them either. 

Kara chuckles a little and leans forward to deliver a gentle blow that takes the candle out easily. Alex hands the cupcake over and Kara takes it with her broad smile and practically skips into the apartment leaving Alex to close the door and follow. 

The blonde grabs a plate from her cabinet and then some cutlery to split the cupcake in half for them to share. “So what changed your mind?” Kara asks curiously, sucking on her thumb afterwards to remove some icing that had gotten onto it. 

“Honestly,” Alex says, taking a seat across from her little sister. “Maggie.” Kara looks up at that and raises an eyebrow. 

“Really?” Kara asks dropping her knife in favour for a fork to eat the cupcake with. 

“She reminded me of what’s important,” Alex admits and Kara glances down at that, smiling softly at the confession. “and I mean, not just that but, you’re my sister, I’ve always got time for you Kara." 

"It hurt my feelings,” Kara admits, cupcake momentarily forgotten. “it’s just, with everything that’s happening with James and Winn and then Mon-El,” Kara makes a waving gesture with her hand, as though she was erasing all the bad out of the air, before she leans forward on the counter with a deep sigh. “I’ve been feeling, I don’t know, alone I guess.” Alex stays silent at Kara’s confession, knowing that, if she interrupted now, Kara wouldn’t explain all the way, and Alex wasn’t going to hand out advice on half baked truths - that never worked out well. "I just wanted to forget about all that and just spend time with my sister, you know, at least I still have you, and then when you blew me off I just… hurt my feelings.“ Kara shrugs half-heartedly and Alex’s eyes soften in response. 

"Kara,” Alex says, reaching across the table with her palm up and open, Kara stares at it for a moment, before she places her hand against it and Alex squeezes it softly. “I’m here. Always.” Kara nods at that and Alex withdraws her hand having comforted her sister. 

“Maggie’s new you know, I’ve never felt like this about anyone, never been this crazy,” Kara smiles at that, despite everything, she really was happy that Alex was happy. “it’s always just been me and you, you know, no one was really worth my time before Maggie, just you.” Kara chuckles a little and takes a bite from the cupcake and Alex grabs the other fork for herself. 

“So I’m trying to find a balance… because you’re really important to me, super important to me,” Kara snorts a little at that and Alex smiles in response. “I’m not going anywhere Kara, you know that right?” Alex nudges her foot against Kara’s leg, she’s honestly not even sure if Kara feels small nudges like that but she’s pretty sure she does. “You are not alone." Kara smiles so brightly that Alex wonders if maybe she absorbed too much of the suns energy and, before she can really process the moment, Kara is wrapping her in a tight hug, hard enough to make Alex a little breathless, but gentle enough that she wasn’t breaking any ribs. 

Alex chuckles at her sister’s enthusiasm but pulls back slowly from the hug, examining her carefully with a skeptical look. "What?” Kara asks, looking down at herself, wondering if she had cupcake around her mouth or something. 

“There’s something else bothering you,” Alex states, it’s not even a question, she knows Kara like she was herself. 

“No, nothing- nothing’s wrong.” Kara says in a way that tells Alex that there most certainly is something wrong. 

“Oh really? Because I’m thinking there’s a certain someone who you’ve been denying your feelings for.” Alex says as Kara sheepishly steps back to stand behind the counter. 

“Who? Mon-El? I already told him that I don’t like him like that-" 

"God no, that’s not who I mean.” Alex narrows her eyes and Kara has a sudden interest in the cupcake, playing with it with her fork. 

“James? I told you that-" 

"Not James either,” Alex interrupts again, crossing her arms across her chest. “I’m thinking dark hair, green eyes, owner of a huge company…” Kara shakes her head stubbornly, playing dumb. “Her name rhymes with Shema hoother…” That might just be the most ridiculous sentence that Alex has ever said in her life and still Kara just plays dumb, shrugging her shoulders to exaggerate that she wasn’t getting what Alex was saying. 

“Oh my- Lena Luthor! You know who I’m talking about.” Kara purses her lips at that before biting it and shrinking back slightly. 

Lena? Lena Luthor? Luthor? I don’t… pfftwhat? No, I don’t have feelings for Lena.” Kara says, suddenly very flustered, and that was severely unconvincing to Alex. 

Alex raises her eyebrows in disbelief and holds Kara’s gaze until she finally gives up the playing dumb act. “Yeah okay, I do,” Kara sighs and begins playing with the crumbs of the cupcake. “it’s just- Rao! I don’t even know Alex, it’s like she can see right through me, like, she smiles at me and I sometimes forget that I can fly, she makes me feel powerless, but in a vulnerable I’m falling kind of way, but there’s this history, you know, a Super and a Luthor? What kind of fanfiction is that?" 

"First of all,” Alex says with amusement. “fanfiction? I thought you said you hadn’t been hanging out with Winn as much?” Kara lets out a breath of a laugh at that. “Secondly, I know how that feels, it’s scary-" 

Terrifying.“ Kara says offhandedly. 

"Exactly, but, sometimes, some risks are worth taking,” Alex says gently, which seems to resonate with the blonde on some level. “I guess the only question you have to ask yourself is, is Lena Luthor worth the risk?” Alex says which sends Kara stewing in thought. The blonde blows out her cheeks and then sighs as a far away look forms on her face and, if Alex had to hazard a guess, she’d say that Kara definitely thought Lena was worth the risk. 

There’s a moment of silence between them, of Kara stewing in her thoughts, before Kara seemingly snaps out of it with her own conclusion made. “You’re right.” Kara says and those two words are enough for Alex to know that Kara had made her decision. 

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Kara asks, changing the subject back to the blonde’s earth birthday. “It’s too late to take those dance classes.” Kara was down for lazing around in her apartment with her sister, watching old movies, or catching up on TV shows, while eating two whole pizzas, but Alex had a glint in her eyes, as though she has something else planned. 

“Well, first we can sit around, order potstickers and pizza-" 

"Potstickers and pizza? You really are sorry.” Kara teases and Alex rolls her eyes playfully. 

“Then later Maggie’s going to come by and we’re all going to go to that concert together, that’s got to be better than line dancing lessons.” Alex says, teasing her sister. Kara laughs and polishes off her cupcake with Alex before she responds. 

“That whole balancing thing?” Kara asks. “I think you’re getting better at it.” Alex beams at that and Kara stands up, practically leaping with happiness, a total contrast to what she had been a few hours ago, and Maggie was totally right, she shouldn’t have to sacrifice any of these two amazing relationships in her life for either one. 

At the concert, Kara even calls Lena (which Maggie is weirdly crazy supportive of - especially after witnessing Supergirl’s and Lena’s dynamic before), telling her that they need to talk, and the rest of the night was spent with the three of them singing their hearts out until their voices were sore, well, all except Kara of course. And maybe Alex had to give Maggie a piggy back at one point, teasing her for her height, and maybe later they made the girl of steel piggy back the both of them - that didn’t exactly end well though.

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fourteen.

Paulie had been staring at these numbers for the better part of the morning. She was lounging on her couch with her laptop propped up on her thighs, a half-empty and long gone cold cup of tea on her coffee table, and her eyes set on all the money in her savings account. In said savings account there was one hell of a lot of money. The money that her grandmother had left her, that Niall had suggested she used until she knew what it was she wanted to do with her life. It was sitting in the bank, untouched, and with the interest she got for it, it was basically just getting more and more by the day.

Paulie was fucking loaded and no one other than her close family and Niall knew about it.

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A Mystic Meeting

Title: A Mystic Meeting aka the Mystic Messenger ficlet no one asked for and I still wrote

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None
Categories: F/M
Relationships: MC x Zen
Word count: 6760

Summary: In which Rika actually dies (rotten bitch), V befriends MC and makes her a new member of the RFA, no drama happens, MC has multiple months to plan the event and actually get to know the characters and yet they never meet in that time…until they do. Enjoy.


It had been many months since MC had joined the RFA – almost half a year at this point! - and yet no one but V had met the mysterious girl and new organizer of their infamous parties. Sure enough she was added to the chat room and everyone was allowed to talk to her through texts and call, yet all the boys and Jaehee were more than eager to finally be able to put a face to the tender voice on the other side of the line, to the kind words and encouragement on the screen. Hell, the girl didn’t even have her own emoticons! The RFA members had nothing to go by and V was always cryptic about her, never revealing anything about how MC might look. At first everyone was rather frustrated about it, especially Yoosung.

Yoosung★:
Since Rika died he’s even more secretive. It’s not fair!!!
ZEN:
Calm down, Yoosung. I’m sure he has a reason.
Maybe MC just doesn’t want us to know what she looks like…
Yoosung★:
I don’t believe that. Why wouldn’t she want us to know?
707:
Maybe she’s really ugly?
Yoosung★:
SEVEN!!!
ZEN:

I can’t believe you!
No Lady is ugly!
Yoosung★:
Yes, Zen’s right!

Hold on a moment…
Didn’t you do a background check on her, Seven?
707:
Yes, so?
Yoosung★:
Shouldn’t you know what she looks like?
707:

V refused to let me look into those files!

ZEN:
So what you’re saying is, you don’t know what she looks like either?
We’re in the same boat for once?
707:
Yes…
ZEN
HA!

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Lucifer Morningstar x Reader: Sulking

Originally posted by psychosupernaturalhero

Imagine: Lucifer in a bad mod because Maze set you up on a date.

PART 1 | PART 2

You’ve always felt comfortable at Lux. You knew the place like the back of your hand and knew you were always welcomed here. But looking at Maze’s floor-length mirror in front of you, you’ve never felt so anxious.

Today was important. You had a date. Sort of.

Since your break up with your ex, Maze had been going out of her way to drag you to every club or kickback in town. And that was fine, more than fine considering her original plan to hunt down the sorry excuse of a guy you used to call a boyfriend. You loved Maze’s loyalty, but you also enjoyed not being a co-conspirator for murder.

Needless to say, your last seven months have been the must fun you’ve had since your ex. So it was strange when Maze started passing out offers to “hook you up” with a guy. You hadn’t paid much mind towards dating, but you supposed it wouldn’t hurt to test the waters again. You agreed for Maze to set something up for you, and that’s how you ended up here.

Standing in the middle of Maze’s room with one of her less risqué outfits.

It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now you were having your doubts. Maze was kind enough to lend you her closet, but no matter how good you looked in your form-fitting black dress and strappy heels, you couldn’t help but feel like you should call the whole thing off.

You fiddled with the hem of your dress nervously before taking a deep breath, giving yourself a short pep talk and striding out the door in faux confidence.

You only made it a few steps into the parlor before you collided with someone and began to wobble dangerously on your heels. You yelped as you felt yourself begin to fall but then pulled upright as they wrapped their arms around your waist.

“If you wanted me to hold you, all you had to do was ask, Y/N.”

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It wasn’t entirely their fault.

“You missed a spot there,” Dan said, indicating on her own neck where the concealer Aaron had hastily dabbed on this morning had rubbed thin.
Allison snorted and tapped Renee’s shoulder, pointing with her water bottle, “there, yeah, I see it too. Didn’t know sweet little Katelyn was into into that.”
“Shut up,” he said, quickly ridding the panic from his expression and getting up to leave.
“Don’t go.” Matt grinned, “you know, it was a rough game yesterday, some bruises are to be expected.”
Aaron overheard part of another comment from Dan, and then the sound of his roommate’s laughter before the door closed and hid Aaron’s furious flushed face from them. He put a hand up to his neck, feeling for the mark that was there. For a moment he closed his eyes and was still and allowed his heart to race at the memory of chapped lips and hands and heat, and then he cursed and snuck down the hall into the girls’ empty dorm.
He’d pay them back for the makeup later.

It wasn’t entirely Andrew’s fault.

They hadn’t been to Columbia in almost a month because everyone was busy studying for tests and whatnot- even Kevin was worn out at the end of practice everyday. He was glad to be going now, even though he had to ride crammed between Nicky and the door in the maserati and even though the ice cream at Sweetie’s and the loud music at Eden’s weren’t really his scene.
The dim lighting at the club and the mass of moving bodies made it easy to slip away unnoticed. Not that they had to sneak around. Just that it was easier this way, for both of them. They didn’t have to answer questions or deal with gawking teammates.
The two had almost lost themselves in the alcohol on each others’ breath when Kevin opened his eyes and spotted Aaron across the room.
He narrowed his eyes and straightened up to look, earning him a protest from the boy in his arms. The little blond head looked over, directly at them, and then bobbed through the crowd, seeming to go back towards the tables. Not Aaron. Obviously it was not Aaron. He watched Andrew disappear and then shook the thought from his mind and turned his attention back to his previous engagement.
It seemed their peace was not meant to be kept that night though, with the way a hand tangled itself in his hair and gripped tight and pulled. Kevin was turned around, dragged down to eye level. There was Andrew again, now much closer. Right in the taller boy’s face, in fact. He kept one hand still in Kevin’s hair and waved a knife with the other
“fuck- Andrew, what the fuck?” A voice behind Kevin demanded angrily.
Andrew’s attention didn’t leave Kevin’s face though. He scanned it with cold eyes, locked onto the tattoo on his cheek, appearing for an interval to be almost confused.
They had hid this from him. Of course he was surprised, and most likely pissed. Not necessarily because he really cared. Only because he made it a habit to know things.
Andrew made a rude sound and pressed the knife to Kevin’s throat nearly hard enough to draw blood. He didn’t say anything, didn’t have to.
Kevin knew that was the only warning he’d get.

It wasn’t entirely Neil’s fault.

Aaron hated French. Hated everything about the language. Hated how it sounded and how it looked on paper. It was like grammatical filigree, full of unnecessary lines and flourishes.
He found himself learning it, though. Little phrases at first- just enough to be able to curse, and then really mean it when he follows it up with “pardon my french”. That, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t convenient to be able to eavesdrop on Neil and Kevin (even if they only talked exy 90% of the time).
So here he was, headphones around his neck playing music and his elbow on the table with his cheek on his fist, jotting down notes on flashcards and half-listening to them talk about which pro-team Kevin should join when he graduates, even though that was still a year or two away.
It was something Aaron tried not to think about, Kevin leaving. Not seeing him around the fox tower or on the court anymore. What would the foxhole court even be like once Kevin Day stepped off of it as Palmetto State’s #2 Striker for the last time?
He took a deep breath, took a shot and then tried to focus on his cards. Aaron almost smiled to himself at the way Kevin reached over, unthinking, and refilled the small glass for him while still rambling on about-
The tip of lead in Aaron’s mechanical pencil broke.
He wasn’t fluent in french, but he caught on that Neil was talking about that team.
“Thea.” Aaron hadn’t meant to speak.
Eyes were on him now, though. Nicky, who looked up from his call with Erik out of curiosity. Andrew, who probably understood about as much of the conversation as Aaron had, and who now tracked his brother and Kevin with measuring eyes. Neil, who had just been about to ask if Kevin was considering joining Muldani’s team. And Kevin. Kevin, who looked surprised. Kevin, who looked cautious. Kevin, who looked as if he wanted to say something, but who knew better in their present company.
Aaron cleared his throat, adjusted his headphones, gestured between Kevin and Neil and said, “you were… thinking about playing for the same pro team as Thea? That’s what you guys were… talking about?”
“No,” Kevin answered them, “I, uh, I have a few other teams lined up to choose from.”
It was enough to bore Nicky and enough to appease Andrew. Neil just nodded and kept talking stats. Kevin went back to bickering with him.
Under the table, a fingernail traced a line across Aaron’s knee. He put his free hand down too and laced their fingers together, giving Kevin’s hand a gentle squeeze, which was immediately returned.
The fear in him quieted.

It wasn’t entirely Nicky’s fault.

Kevin didn’t hate Nicky.
He was a bit much, a bit loud, a bit all over the place. But he was also the kind of person that grew on you in the oddest way imaginable.
Nicky was a half-awake late night run to the convenient store for a bag of ice in the middle of summer. He was a companion on the couch to point out all the obvious references that Kevin didn’t catch from the movies he didn’t get to watch when he was growing up at Evermore. He was someone who cared freely and without hesitation.
But he was also someone who never knew when to fucking shut up.
Maybe it was Kevin’s fault.
They were all dead on their feet on the court. He had been pushing for longer practices and harder drills since they were nearing their final game of the year and were going to play against the Trojans. It made the rest of the foxes down right irritable.
But this was the atmosphere in which Nicky seemed to thrive. The more upset people became, the harder he tried to lighten their spirits. He pulled out all the stops. Brought out all the jokes and jibes in his arsenal.
Unfortunately, he became even more amorous as well.
He clung mostly to Matt, because Matt was kinder- probably even reminded him a little of Erik in some ways. But every now and then he sent an overly dramatic wink towards Kevin. Blew kisses. He whistled and whooped at him across the court when Kevin made a shot at the goal or perfected a technique. It was obvious that it was upsetting Aaron. Kevin had to give Nicky credit, though, it wasn’t until they were getting ready to head to the locker rooms that he really damned himself.
Kevin couldn’t bring himself to care when a hand slapped his shoulder and he heard Nicky say “looking good, baby,” as he passed by. He did, however, catch the tuft of blond hair dart by from the corner of his eye.
Aaron tripped over a fallen racquet on his way to tackling Nicky, though, and he went down. The older boy spun around at the sound of his cousin yelping in pain and quickly bent down to help him but Aaron just pushed him away.
“Fuck off,” he growled, attempting to stand up but landing hard on his ass again. Kevin saw him press a hand to his ankle and wince. He quickly position himself in between his boyfriend and Nicky, scooping Aaron up and gently caring him off the court, setting him on a bench so that he could survey the damage. The foxes were gathering around them.
“Are you okay, baby?” Kevin asked, loud enough to stop the others in their tracks.
Aaron had been trying to stand again but promptly toppled over at this. Kevin caught him by the arms.
“I- my, um- my ankle,” Aaron stuttered, blood rushing to his face and making him red from the tips of his ears down to his chest.
Everyone was behind him, so when Kevin smiled, only Aaron saw it. Aaron blinked at the realization that he liked it that way. This wasn’t Kevin’s over animated camera smile. It wasn’t his murderous “wake me up one more time before noon, I dare you” smile. It wasn’t the smile that accompanied his nervous laughter in a fit of panic. It was real, and it was rare, and Aaron wondered how long it had been stifled before Kevin had switched teams.
The thought broke his heart.
Kevin had knelt down and was checking Aaron’s ankle, but he stood up again now, and as he stood he swept his arms under Aaron’s knees and shoulders, effectively lifting him off the ground once more.
“Come on, Baby,” Kevin said, “we’ll get changed and go home so you can prop it up.”
Everyone was watching, they had to be. It felt somehow like a tidal wave and a weight off both of their chests all at once.
Let them look. Kevin was his.
A sense of belonging settled over Aaron. He briefly wondered if this was what Neil felt all times Aaron had seen him fiddling with his keys. It made him hate the small striker a bit less. Because he understood now.
It felt like he was coming home.

It was all Kevin’s fault.

part 1 of: i love this fandom and you guys make me emotional

Everyone is being so sweet and adorable and emotional today and I just felt like I should add my valentine’s sugar to it too. 

I got this blog almost two years ago, not coincidentally when I moved to Texas with just my boyfriend, from Florida from where I had spent my entire life in. I was very alone and since I’m not the coolest of cats, making friends has been…extremely difficult lol.

But getting this blog, and joining this fandom, I’ve really found myself looking forward to come home and see who’s posting on the dash, see who’s chosen to grace me with their follow, or who’s left me a tumblr message (remember, before the IM system haha).

@sinuyasha and @inukag were the first people to welcome me and reblog my writing and just became my overall points of contact for anything fandom related. I felt accepted and wanted and this was the only corner of the entire internet I could really call home. I can’t thank them enough for always being genuine and kind and beautifully forgiving ladies. On top of the fact they’re funny and gorgeous so I really lucked out befriending them. I owe my entire blog to them, and my activity, and my heart.

Later on I’d come to meet my squad, @kristicles @thequeenwillruletheboard @narkik @mirsan and @ohstarfire, and grow an overwhelmingly wonderful bond. I mean dudes, we went to Disney AND Universal Studios together. I’m pretty much married to them. (Which does mean you guys have to give me half your shit in case of divorce). I’m keeping it short for ya’ll cause I don’t care about you at all (I would set fire to myself if you thought for one second that was true). You are my people. You are my shots of whiskey in the dark. 

To the fandom:

I really would have never expected to feel love radiating from some of you towards me. I feel in my heart I don’t even deserve it. I have done nothing (or everything wrong). And you guys posting your fics and your art, and your edits, and all you’re LOVE and you’re FRIENDSHIP, it holds no value because it is PRICELESS. But I feel it towards all of you. I get it. It’s weird it’s unheard of maybe for a small anime fandom, but I FEEL IT. I love you guys. I would never want a single one of you to leave, or if you do have to leave, just please stay in touch. Please keep updating your fanfiction.nets, please keep updating your artwork online when finished, I just…

If you’ve been in this fandom for the past year, you get it. And it almost feels like we’ve all collectively been through some drama here and there together. I’ve made mistakes, I regret getting involved in things all the time, but I appreciate every single one of you who hasn’t deleted me from their life. I appreciate how I can still turn around and count on you guys to be there for me. And I will always be there for you. I love that after a giant cloud of darkness shrouded us, freaking @inuyashapositivity pops up like a ray of sunshine. We are an amazing incredible wonderful fandom and we are loud and vibrant and beautiful. 

@onikik, @little-known-artist @wreathoflaurels, @arnavsinghraizada, @gobodosama, @artistefish @meselfandwhy, @inuijiness @starzki@scribefigaro @smilebomber @kaze-ranna @412rebelled @hanmajoerin @ashcanvas (SHHHH…ASHLEY I DIDN’T JUST ADD YOU THIS MORNING BECAUSE I HAD A BRAIN FART LAST NIGHT…ILY) you guys have seen me at my worst and for some inexpiable reason you’re still my friends and I respect and admire you so so much. I really can’t put into words properly, but my respect for you is something that can and will never vanish. I consider you guys a huge reason why I enjoy the Inuyasha fandom as much as I do. I’m comfortable around you guys and I hope you feel the same way around me. I love you guys, and I would do anything for you. I’d end someone’s life for you. I’d jump into battle for you. I’d throw all my money at your face if I knew it would make you happy. Thank you for being my friends. Really. You are my inner-circle, and without you, I am just a square. 


I’ve met some new people in the past year, who maybe I don’t talk to but I feel like I’ve gotten to know more simply through the small interactions we have, and whom I’m so so so happy joined tumblr to grace us with their content, their presence, and their overall humor and love and joy. 

@grapefruitwannabe, I remember I was in a stream with you and someone was urging you to post your sketches and you were reluctant about it, and god now look at you. Your art is incredible. It’s unique, it has a style, it has movement. You give a tremendous amount to the fandom and you never ask for anything in return. You are so nice too? You know how rare it is to find kind people who are just the sweetest creatures ever? You are a precious cupcake too good for this earth, and we so blessed to have you. 

@sess-kik I knew from the moment you made the taylor swift/kanye west meme, that I regretted not being considered one of your friends. You are fucking oustanding. You are hilarious. You make my ribs hurt. You are like a baby beyonce. I mean that. Picture yourself as beyonce’s’ child because that’s how I view you. 

@justafewsmallsteps you know what’s crazy is that I followed and admired you from afar for so so so long. I am a huge fan. I mean. HUGE. I mean, ridiculously huge. I mean I may have printed out your art and have it stored in my cabinet so I can look at sometimes because I was that (maybe i still am idk) obsessed with your work, and to find out you are a shining ball of sunlight and positivity and love and friendliness. You know…what that feels like ? It’s like meeting a Disney Princess in real life. 

@coquinespike HAHA LOOK SOMEONE TAGGED YOU AGAIN. I’M SORRY. Listen I actually always see you in my notes. I always read your tags cause they’re fucking hilarious. Your comments on things are A+. I don’t know why I didn’t start following you sooner. I am an idiot, what else is new. Cheers to the future.

@keichanz what took you so long to join tumblr, i keep asking myself this question. EVERYONE KNOWS THE KEIZ FROM FF.NET. You are always supporting InuKag and the fandom and there’s a lot of bloggers that I know would not be the same without your presence. I see names all the time that were just quiet little daisies, and you watered those plants and now look at them. You’ve inspired so many people, and you are always just so generous and so loving. Thank you for writing, thank you for participating in events, thank you for being the oil in the inukag gears. Quite literally. 

@lovely-taijiya GABY. DID YOU KNOW THAT I THINK ABOUT YOU ALMOST EVERY DAY. Okay well. Now you do. I get so happy when I see your art on my dash. I get full of butterflies and good feelings. If you were around I would hug you constantly and hold you close to my heart, because you deserve unnerving amounts of love. 

@kag-san you are a gift granted to us by the gods. you are an angel. you are a walking living breathing version of the virgin mary and I would weep at your feet if i could because I think you deserve everything in life and more. Trust me when I say the people who ship things, make me ship things harder. And this candle for KagSan is now a torch and it’s setting my house on fire but I couldn’t be happier. 

@piggy-in-pink you are like Sesshomaru. And by that I mean you are silent and we may cross paths and look at each other and I would be totally fine with you killing me because I admire you just that much. But no honestly, you are wise and clever and I love your work and your existence a lot. Thanks for never changing your url also, it makes life so much easier. (TAKE NOTES PEOPLE)

@mmhinman I remember the first time I went to your blog. You submitted a bunch of wonderful art for InuKag week late, and it blew my mind. I couldn’t believe someone would submit SO LATE but also have it be SO QUALITY. Haha. Your art brings me life, and I can’t thank my lucky stars enough that fate pushed you my way and onto my dash. Thank you thank you thank you. 

@macabre-and-cheese you know that really cool girl in the lunch room who sits with her posse, and is immensely more awesome than you and dates all the attractive people, and knows all the cool songs and she could say “frosty” once and it becomes a meme catchphrase, okay yeah, you know that person? that’s you. on my dash. that’s you. I’m always like “if i reblog this onto my personal, my personal blog gets that much cooler” and I think I have 80 followers on my personal blog now and I owe that all to your and your coolness i swear to god I do. 

@kago-make-dean-some-pie YOUR URL IS SO LONG. EXPLAIN IT TO ME. I love that I’ve gotten to know you better and your AMVs are the bomb dot com. You are so willing to make others feel amazing and wonderful and I hope you feel that way every single day of your life. You are so down to earth and I love you very much.

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Polaroids and Pastures (Thomas Jefferson x Reader): Part 1

Title: Polaroids and Pastures

Pairing: T-Jeffs x Reader

Word Count: 3996 (sweet Jesus)

Modern AU

Summary: After being told about his crush on you by James, you go on a drive in the country with Thomas for a date and he behaves like a Southern gentleman. (PS, Alexander is your brother, so yeah. But there’s no sibling squabble over you and T-Jeffs though, it’s just briefly mentioned that Alexander wouldn’t like it.)

A/N: For all you Trekkies out there, I hope you caught what I did. You’re welcome. *wink wink* Plus, a teensy bit of a Heathers reference that you may find… And also, James and Aaron are together & Thomas lives by himself. 

Originally posted by alexander-hamiltunes

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the problem with being the hero...

and banging the bad guy.

This was supposed to be some angsty smut, but it turned into Link having something of an existential crisis. Whatever. 

Uh, have some Link struggling with existentialism and trying to reconcile being the Hero of Courage and having a relationship with Power below the cut!

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Meeting Frank

Nathan had been glued to Kris’s hip the entire night. Everybody here was at least four years older than him, and they hadn’t ignored him, not exactly, but they hadn’t really acknowledged him either. Why had Kris brought him here?

Nathan felt like causing a scene, just to get people to notice him.

The house was full with sweaty, drunk teenagers, grinding on each other or otherwise trying to communicate by screaming on top of the music. Nathan didn’t know what the big deal was about parties or why his sister wanted to come. They were currently sitting on the kitchen counter, Nathan’s legs dangling in an embarrassing reminder that he was younger than everyone else. They were talking about high school gossip or something, nothing Nathan could really understand.

“And that’s not all! Eli, Stephanie, Jude, and I broke into the school at night to go to the pool. We skinny dipped,” giggled a drunk blonde with busty tits.

Kris scrunched her nose but laughed. “You guys were naked in the school pool? I’m never going swimming again,” Kris joked.

“In the school or forever?” Asked another girl.

“Forever,” Kris took a sip out of her cranberry juice. “I don’t think I’ll ever get the image of you guys swimming ass naked out of my head ever again.”

They fell into drunken giggles, with the exception of Kris who was sober to ‘set an example to her little brother’ or some bullshit like that. Nathan knew she was just using it as an excuse to avoid drinking altogether.

“Who’s ass naked?” A guy with long, greasy hair walked into the kitchen, a red solo cup in his hand. He was wearing a worn, olive bomber jacket and a cheeky grin.

A couple of the girls rolled their eyes at him and Kris sighed. “Nobody, you perv,” she said.

“Shame. And here I was hoping to see a full moon tonight,” he laughed at his own joke, taking a long swig from the cup.

A couple of the girls laughed too, Kris took a sip of her drink.

“So, what are we talking about here, ladies?” He leaned on the kitchen island, propping himself up by the elbows.

“I was telling them about how I went skinny dipping with the others. Thanks, by the way,” said the blonde.

He finger gunned at her, “No problem, Monica.”

Kris frowned. “I’m confused.”

“He got us the keys to the building; it’s how we broke in,” Monica explained. “Wasn’t cheap, though.”

“I am suddenly uninterested in this story. Wow. Unbelievable.”

“Don’t knock it ‘till you try it, darling. I usually charge for my shit, but for you I’ll make a special exception,” he winked at Kris and Nathan gagged.

Kris got down from the counter, face red as a beet. “Bathroom. Now,” she addressed to her girl-friends and marched away. Nathan moved to follow her, but she stopped him. “Sorry, Nate, girls only.”

Nathan protested, really, really, really not wanting to be left alone. Kris gave him an apologetic look and promised she would be back soon. And that was how Nathan found himself alone in the kitchen with some weirdo jackass.

Nathan sat back on the counter, arms crossed, glaring daggers into him to try to get him to leave. He was ignoring him, swishing his cup around, not really giving a shit that he was alone with a kid.

He was about to bang his heels against the counter with the hopes of being annoying enough that he would leave, when the creep spoke up. “If looks could kill, kid, you would have murdered me ten times over.”

“You made her leave,” Nathan spoke in what he hoped was a menacing way.

“Yeah, they’re probably saying all kinds of shit in there. Can’t blame ‘em. Your sister’s a hard ass, I’ll give you that.”

“You’re a pervert,” Nathan answered.

“You will be too in a few years. Tell me, kid, have your balls dropped yet?”

“Fuck you.”

The guy laughed at that, a gruff rasping sound. He wiped a tear off his eye for effect. “You got a mouth on you, I like that. What’s your name?”

Nathan didn’t reply, only scowled at him.

“Alright, fine. Since you asked, I’m Frank. Frank Bowers.” He waited for Nathan to introduce himself, but he still kept his mouth shut. “If you’re not going tell me your name, I’m just going to call you something stupid like Weiner, or Stumpy, or Pompidou—”

“Nathan.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Nathan was sick of him. He wanted to get down from the counter and walk home. Or punch him. Punching him sounded good.

“You seem a little tense, Nathan,” Frank answered, scratching the stubble on his chin. “I got something here that might help take the edge of things. Now, I usually charge for this, but since I feel like we got on the wrong foot, consider this a favor.” He dug around in his pockets and took out a roll of paper.

Nathan frowned at it. “Smoking’s bad for you.”

“Naw, this isn’t a cigarette, don’t worry about it. It’s weed, ever heard of it?”

Nathan shook his head.

“Well, there’s zero nicotine in this, so it’s not addictive and it won’t fuck up your lungs. But it’ll make you feel good. You’ll be able to enjoy yourself and relaaax. Hell, it might even help you lose a few pounds.”

Nathan eyed the weed warily, but the idea was really tempting to him. How different could it be from all the pills he was taking? He reached over and took it between his fingers, holding it gingerly.

“Here, I’ll smoke with you,” Frank took another roll of weed and put it between his lips, lighting it up. He also lit Nathan’s.

“There we go. Just breathe in, hold it a while, and blow it out. Easy,” Frank explained.

Nathan followed the instructions, but he fucked up somehow because he ended up in a wracking cough. Frank didn’t laugh at him, though. “Yeah, takes some getting used to,” he said. “Just try again.”

It was warm, really warm. The cloud of smoke settled in his lungs felt nice and comforting. A few more hits and Nathan began feeling light headed. Everything felt slow, but he didn’t mind.

“How’s it feel?” Frank asked.

“Weird.”

Frank grinned. “Good weird, right?”

“Yeah,” Nathan blew out smoke, “good weird.”

A few minutes later and Frank and he were smiling and laughing like dumbasses, talking about the stupidest shit.

“Puberty’s the worst, man,” Frank said, scratching his chin again, “it was pretty bad for me too. I had acne so bad none of the girls would come near me. Don’t get me started about the body odor either. The weirdest part, though, the weirdest shit was noticing that this girl Kimmy from my class, actually had boobs. I don’t know why I never noticed them before, they were huge. Have you noticed any girls yet?”

“Of course I have, I’m not a little kid anymoORE,” Nathan’s voice cracked embarrassingly, disproving his point. Frank broke out laughing. “It’s not funny!”

It was that this moment that Kris and her friends came back from the bathroom. Kris gave an exasperated sigh when she noticed Frank hadn’t left, which quickly turned into a gasp of horror when she saw that Nathan was smoking.

“Oh my God, Frank, are you fucking crazy?” She snatched the joint from Nathan’s fingers and threw it into the sink. “He’s thirteen years old! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Relax sugar tits. He was just telling me how mature he was. Besides, it’s just a little molly, no big deal.”

Kris’s eyes went as wide as saucers. “You gave him what?!”

Frank thought Kris’s reaction hilarious, and he howled with laughter. “Oh man, you should have seen the look on your face. The kid’s only had weed. C’mon, even a hardass like you has to have smoked.”

“I’m not like you, Frank,” Kris crossed her arms and gave him the nastiest glare Nathan had ever seen. “And neither is Nathan. Come on, we’re going.”

“Let the kid live a little.”

She grabbed Nathan’s hand and led him away from the party, away from Frank. Before leaving, she looked over her shoulder. “Stay away from my baby brother.”

Frank crossed his fingers. “No promises, darling. Hey, kid,” he looked at Nathan, “see you around, alright?”

“Yeah,” Nathan agreed, too relaxed to be stressed about his sister’s indignified gasp. She pulled him out the door and into the car, giving him a lecture on drugs and addictive substances. Nathan didn’t catch any of it.

Maybe parties weren’t so bad.



A/N Happy Birthday to me! Just a quick one-shot of how Nathan and Frank met in Exposure. An update should come soon but in the meantime I hope you enjoyed this short flashback. :) 

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I was going to do this when i hit 150 but a lot of stuff came up and i didn’t have the time to do this. But seeing it go up to 200 blew my mind. Thank yall so much! Me and Jyushimatsu are so very happy that we have so many people to interact with! This is just something small to thank yall for dealing with me and my idiot little JyuJyu bean! It’s bias i have to admit considering there aren’t a lot of people i talk to but sure as hell would like to talk to everyone else!!! 

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CSBB Author Spotlight: justanotherwannabeclassic

Today’s Captain Swan Big Bang Spotlight features @justanotherwannabeclassic

What is your writing process like?

I hate to say it, but my writing process is neither refined nor organized. I start with an idea, with it niggling at me until I do something about it. This also transforms into a line, and then work my story around that. For example, when I wrote “Roses in December”, I had the line “In a flash of rainbow light, Emma remembers” before anything else. I often end up asking myself a number of questions: Where do I want this go? What is the goal of the fic? This helps me further flesh out the plot, or at the very least figure out how I want to begin or end the story. Then, I begin writing. Also, I have horrible tendency to ask, “how can I make this angsty?” So there’s that.

What do you think your greatest strength is as a writer?

I like to think I’m good at conservation of detail. I’m not an overly wordy person. I believe my writing style was once described as “nice, breezy”, which I think was pretty apt. I also tend to put a lot of care into characterization. It’s very important to me that everyone is in-character, so I often spend a lot of time trying to determine just what that means and how to write it all out.

What’s a particular trope or kind of story you’ve wanted to try, but haven’t gotten to yet?

I have a Stage Manager/Actor AU that I have kicking around in my head, but I just haven’t figure out how to get it written yet.

Who is your favorite OUAT character to write?

Killian Jones, definitely. He has such an interesting character, and his voice is so distinct. You can’t approach him quite like you do other characters.

If you are new to the Captain Swan Big Bang, what made you decide to sign up? What are you looking forward to?

Does persistent badgering count? Kidding. (Mostly.) Honestly, I signed up because I wanted to further develop my writings skills, and because I like a challenge. Assuming I complete the CSBB, this story will be the longest thing I have ever written, which is both daunting and exciting. I like a challenge, and it will certainly be a challenge. I’ve also never written a MC completely before posting, so I am curious how I will write without consistent audience feedback.

Favorite Fics:

Roses in December (FFnet/AO3/Tumblr)

I’d be pretty remiss if I didn’t include this one, wouldn’t I? This was the first MC I had ever completed, which is somewhat amusing considering it was originally intended to be a one-shot. I had so much fun writing this, and because of this story, I feel much more confident writing Emma’s voice. Also, this story was voted first place in the CS Fanfic Awards for Best Multi-chapter (-50k), which blew my mind.

In the End (AO3/Tumblr)

This was my first foray into smut, and I’m pretty proud with how it turned out. Also, I really enjoyed writing Lieutenant Duckling.

With a Little Help from My Friends (AO3/Tumblr)

Why do I like this one? Because I had such a fun time trying to figure out what the personalities of the next generation would be, and what their lives would be like. I feel proud of myself for creating such distinct personalities, and for all of the headcanons I have in this little world.

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anonymous asked:

have you considered a soulmate au where every lie your soulmate tells appears on your body? (If you can do it for andreil then that would be great, but if not then i don't mind)

Okay, this got pretty long and it’s some kind of love child between fanfic and headcanon and was cracky in my head (all I wanted was Andrew covered in millions of tiny ‘I’m fine’s’ because that image is hilarious to me) but it turned out much more serious than expected and it was really fun, like wth.

Anyway, all I can think of is Andrew waking up one morning to find the words ‘I’m fine’ written on him. And he shrugs it of, because what does it matter to him.

But then they keep on coming. Every passing day he ends up with more and more lies, the most common of which is ‘I’m fine’ and he hasn’t even met his soulmate yet he already hates him, he hates him, he hates him, because his soulmate is a liar. And he’s had enough of liars.

(Strangest of all is the first time he wakes up to find a name written among the lies, barely discernible among his over-crammed skin).

The years pass by and Andrew meets Aaron, finally escapes Drake and kills his mother. Aaron’s own skin is clear of lies, a blank slate where Andrew’s is more letters than skin.

(It nearly blew it when he killed Tilda. If she hadn’t been so inebriated then she would have realized she wasn’t Aaron).

He made a deal with Aaron, one the other agreed to with the reluctance of a man signing his life away, and Andrew wasn’t surprised- they weren’t close. Luther Hemmick took them in and with Luther came Nicky, the cousin whose skin was clear and yet looked like he was fighting himself. It was interesting to note that in contrast to their son, the parents were covered in ink the same why their smiles seemed fake.

(That should have been a warning enough, and yet Andrew hadn’t had many adults in his life who hadn’t fucked him over. He told Luther about Drake, not expecting anything from the man but wondering whether this might be the first time an adult proved helpful.

His expectations were too high even then, it seemed).

Swearing his parents weren’t doing a good job at it, Nicky took custody of them and Andrew was (secretly, he’d never say it out loud) glad of it. Nicky didn’t expect anything, he didn’t have ulterior motives- he just lived and tried hard to get the best he could from his lot. Things weren’t perfect, between the three of them, not in any way, but they were good.

(Then everything went to hell and he was forced to be on pills twenty four/seven. He hated it, the feeling of forced mania and knowing that it wasn’t his emotions- that they’d violated even his very mind, now.

He wondered what his soulmates skin looked like now- would these show up as lies?).

Wymack showed up shortly after and they were scripted into the Foxes. The people there were little more than a blip on his radar (they were interesting, perhaps, but he didn’t care. All that mattered were those he called His), but Walker caught his interest. Walker, the girl whose skin was almost as covered full of lies as his own, who taught him how to use a knife, who became someone he trusted. Someone he was willing to call a friend.

(She never mentioned who her soulmate was, but he wasn’t blind even if he was always high. He saw the way she looked at Reynolds, the woman who determinedly covered every inch of her skin in make-up so no hint of a soul mark could be seen.

He laughed, but the feeling wasn’t his).

For a while, it was just that- the three of them and the upperclassmen clashing at every corner, the rare moment of sobriety he coveted when he played (it was the only reason he kept at it, for that brief taste of freedom), but then Kevin Day came with his hand broken and asked for protection, for a deal (because that’s what people always come for. Something they need).

Andrew agreed and three moved to four. He regretted it a little bit, sometimes, as he wasn’t aware that protection had meant full time babysitter to a man who spent every waking minute trying to convince him to play exy, but he’d made a deal and he stuck to it.

(He wouldn’t become like them. He wouldn’t lie).

And then the name Neil Josten appeared on his skin. He didn’t think much about it until a few months later when Kevin dragged him to recruit a striker. All he saw of his soulmate were brown eyes (a lie), black hair (a lie) and clear skin (a lie, all of it lies), before he drove the racquet into his gut and the boy crumpled to the ground.

(He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t satisfying to finally hit the reason his skin was so covered in words, to hit the person who he was chained to. And yet, when the boy glared at him with fire in his eyes, Andrew felt like it may be interesting to peel apart the walking lie that was Neil Josten.

He did have a map painted on to his skin, after all. He would be a fool not to use it).

And yet, as he unravels the liar that is Neil Josten, something changes. Something forms that shouldn’t have, that shouldn’t have been able to form because he’s long stopped caring, but it’s there and it’s unwanted- it’s a side effect. A hallucination of feelings that the drugs are forcing on him.

And yet, Neil Josten refused to be dismissed. He pushed and pushed, trying to force something from Andrew, yet he never crossed the line. When he was told to stop, he stopped. He showed concern for Andrew and it wasn’t a lie, because nothing sprouted on his skin, and Andrew hated it.

(He hated that the more he learned about him, the harder it was to look away).

Then Proust happened and he came back sober, his skin weighed down by scars and lies, expecting it to be the end. Neil came back with a four on his face and Andrew wondered why those around him were self-sacrificing idiots.

(He didn’t hope. Hope wasn’t something he believed in).

Then Roland- stupid, nosy, interfering Roland- threw him under the bus and Neil confronted him. He didn’t lie, didn’t cut the truth- and yet Neil looked at him like he’d seen God and it made something curdle in his gut, because it wasn’t supposed to be real. It was supposed to be a delusion.

(He said ‘I hate you,’ and words blossomed on Neil’s skin).

And so they began to kiss, and it was something Andrew liked (the ‘yes or no,’ the contact, the way it let him feel human, for a moment. The way he was able to trust). But then comes the game, the request for the deal to be withdrawn, the ‘thank you, you were amazing,’ and Neil smiles at him in a way that he knows something is wrong, his instincts scream at him to not let go, but no words form on his skin, there was no lies, so he tries not to think of it.

Then the riot happens and all that remains is a cell phone and a bag. And in that moment he had never felt so powerless, so weak and frustrated as he was unable to do anything, to help as Neil was snatched from his grasp.

(He hated him, he hated him, he hated him).

Kevin knew something- of course he did- and yet he refused to share, too terrified as he chanted that ‘he’s dead, he’s dead.’ In that moment, Andrew’s anger exploded and he lunged at Kevin, he strangled him, he choked the words out of him because he was fed up of the lies.

(It took three people to drag him off of him, but it did the job. Kevin spilled everything about Neil- about Nathaniel- and Andrew’s skin prickled with every word.

Of course he’d end up with a soulmate who had more issues than he did height).

A few days passed- long days with no hint of Neil and a tension that was nearly suffocating- before the FBI called and they broke several speed limits rushing to him. And yet, when they arrived, the bloody FBI wouldn’t let them see him. They dithered and whined, citing every excuse they could think of as the foxes neared the end of their patience.

(Andrew noted that one thing that would unite them, it seemed, was their care for Neil. He tried to attack the first member who muttered-

“I don’t see why we’re wasting our time giving visitor privelleges to the son of a murderer.”

-only to be stopped and handcuffed to Wymack in an attempt to control him. All of the members were demanding at once whilst Reynolds kept up a steady stream of blackmail and bribery that he would have been impressed by if he wasn’t ready to bring out his knives).

When the door finally opened and Neil walked in, Andrew felt the relief wash over him in a wave. Then the face looked at him with new scars in place and he had to fight not to kill someone.The room around them was loud and Wymack was still close by, dragged there by the chain on their wrists, but all Andrew awareness was on Neil’s voice and the anger, the relief, the frustration that prickled in his lungs at every word, every meaning.

(He’d almost lost him and he doesn’t know how to handle that understanding).

Later, when they’re in the car, Neil asks him, “Can I really be Neil again?”

And for a moment, he thinks about the lie engraved on his skin, the existence built on a lie, and tells him, “I told Neil to stay. Leave Nathaniel buried in Baltimore.”

(At some point, it faded from his skin. Somewhere along the line, Neil Josten stopped being a lie.

There still remains thousands of falsehoods to be picked out from the chaos on his skin, but he doesn’t care. They have the rest of their lives to do it, after all).

All The Bullshit Elphaba Went Through That She Didn't Deserve, Analyzed By Wicked Trash

So we’ll start off with Act I.

Right off, as soon as the show starts, we see these Ozians celebrating the death of this woman. These people are so blind and brainwashed to the point that they would cheer about someone dying. To anyone who’s seen the show, we know Elphaba is alive, and imagine what it felt like to her. I guarantee she heard at least snippets of these people’s celebration and fanfare. Imagine how much it would hurt to hear people so relieved and happy about your own death. Imagine for a second how you would feel if you heard people whom you never did anything to, whom you just wanted to accept you, laugh and cheer about the fact that they were finally rid of you, singing about how no one will mourn you, how the world is better off without you, how no one should nor ever will care about you. And imagine how much it hurt to hear Glinda, her best friend, join in, even if she knew she didn’t mean it. Especially when we know, as strong as Elphaba is, she still lets these sorts of things get under her skin.

“And goodness knows, the wicked cry alone.”

This is awful because of how painfully accurate it is. Just think about how many nights Elphaba spent, trying to hold back tears, wondering what the fuck she ever did to deserve all this.

Not to mention, her tears burn. Canonically, in the book, when she cries, her tears burn her skin. Add that to the immense emotional pain she was in, and it becomes even more unbearable.

But that’s only the beginning.

When she arrives at Shiz, she’s hopeful. She’s always grinning during her entrance? Do you know why? Because she’s excited. She thinks that maybe this place will be different than all the other places she’s been to. And as soon as she turns around, that hope is shattered. People run from her, refuse to look at her, a girl even faints at the sight of her. All because she looks a little different. And you can see in her face how she gradually realizes that her hope was pointless. Because why would it be different? She’s gotten so used to people not accepting her, it doesn't​ even register as something new anymore.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”

This is something she’s gotten to a point where it seems basically rehearsed. It probably is. She’s made this speech about her skin color so many times it’s probably the same everywhere she goes. She knows deep down that this speech won’t really make a difference, but she tries anyway, because again, she thinks that maybe, maybe this time, things will be different.

And right after this comes her father. Her father who hates her, her father who she knows hates her. He grabs her by the arm and violently drags her away from the other students, with no regard to if he may hurt her or not. He then tells her to stop making a spectacle of herself, and that the only reason she’s there is to look after her sister. And she knows this, she says it with a sort of sadness in her voice. Deep down, she likely wishes that for once, maybe her father could defend her. Or her sister could. Or both. Tell these people to stop being douchebags and to look past her skin color. But they won’t. And she knows it. And that’s why she’s so sad.

On top of that, her father then completely ignores her and turns to Nessa, before giving her a beautiful, likely expensive, handmade gift. For his precious little girl, the “future governor”. At this point, I’d like to point out, Elphaba is older than Nessa. As the firstborn, Elphaba would traditionally be the one to inherit her father’s title, not Nessa. But because her own father can’t even see past her skin color, he completely disregards this and gives everything to Nessa. His love and affection, his gifts, his title, everything. And never once does Elphaba complain, even though it hurts.

Then her father turns to her, and you see a bit of hope return. Maybe, just maybe, he has something in the bottom of that box, something for her. She leans forward to look and he slams it in her face before shoving it into her arms and telling her to make sure she looks after Nessa and stops causing trouble. She tries to laugh it off by joking about how she “clashes with everything”. But there’s an underlying sadness to it. She doesn’t want to clash with everything. She wishes that regardless of that, she could still maybe get a little something. After all, parents are supposed to give their children gifts, aren’t they? But she doesn’t, even though she deserves that much. She never does, even though she deserves it more than Nessa. So much more than Nessa.

“What a tragically beautiful face you have!”

What’s sad about this is Elphaba has been hearing this for years and years. She’s been listening to people tell her sister how beautiful she is, how precious she is, how successful she’s going to be, etc. And never once has anyone ever said that to Elphaba. She’s been living her life not only watching from the sidelines as her sister is given everything, but also never getting even a fraction of what her sister gets herself. But she still loves Nessa regardless. She’s never hated her or resented her for all that she got in Elphaba’s place. She’s, in fact, dedicated her life to taking care of her.

“I’m the other daughter, Elphaba. I’m beautifully tragic.

Now I know this is technically supposed to be a joke. But it’s not actually funny when you think about it. This was her response to someone screaming at the sight of her. Screaming. Which shows she’s used to this. Yet another thing that’s happened so many times she just got used to it. No one so amazing and beautiful should be so used to people screaming at the very sight of her.

“Yes, well, I’m sure you’re very bright.”
“Bright? She’s phosphorescent.”

Another technical joke, I know. Just hear me out. What Madame Morrible says is basically: “Well, you don’t have looks going for you, but you’ve probably got brains or something to compensate.” Which is sort of a twisted way of saying Elphaba is ugly. And what Galinda says is the beginning of an endless barrage of bullying that Elphaba will have to deal with at this school, and that she’s probably dealt with before. Galinda is also the queen bee at this school, so you know anything she does is considered “cool” to the other students. These people will likely try to imitate her. They do try to imitate her. This right here begins the enormous, unfair ganging-up-on-Elphaba that repeats plenty of times throughout the show.

When Madame Morrible insisted on Nessa rooming with her, Elphaba was so distraught that she accidently used magic she didn’t even know how to use. Because a), she loves her sister and wants to look after her herself, but also b), she likely knows that their father will be angry if she just let Nessa be taken off like that. She knows that he would be angry at her. He wouldn’t see reason, he would blame her for what happened, and she wanted to control the situation as fast as she could likely because she was afraid of that. And who wouldn’t be?

Something else about that. You can hear the raw pain in her voice when she’s trying to justify her abilities to Madame Morrible. She’s about to cry. Because she thinks she may have let Nessa down, ruined her chance.

And again, their father.

If he thought Elphaba blew Nessa’s chance at this school, I can’t even imagine what he could’ve done to her.

Now, onto The Wizard and I.

“By my looks, he won’t be blinded.”

Keep in mind that everyone in her life has been “blinded” by her looks. Not one person has ever looked past her exterior and tried to get to know her has a person.

“Cause once you’re with the Wizard, no one thinks you’re strange.”

That’s all she wants. Really what she wants. Is for people to see past the fact that she’s different, and for them to see that she’s not as different as everyone perceives her to be.

“No father is not proud of you, no sister acts ashamed.”

And here we have more bullshit from her family. What kind of father isn’t proud of his own child because she was born a different way than most other people? What kind of sister is ashamed of a woman who only wants the best for her?

“And all of Oz has to love you when by the Wizard you’re acclaimed!”

This is it. This right here. What she truly wants.

She wants to be fucking loved. That’s all. She wants someone, anyone in her life to love her. Because at college age, this woman has never felt real love in all her years of living, and that’s all she really wants. Is to know what it’s like to be loved, to know how it feels. Keep in mind that the only goddamn reason she hasn’t felt love before is because she’s a different color than “regular" people.

“Shouldn’t a girl who’s so good inside have a matching exterior?”

Here’s our first instance of seeing how much she actually hates the way she looks. And who could blame her? The way she looks has been used to justify all this hatred towards her for her entire life. By everyone around her. Of course she would want to change that.

“Would it be alright by you if I de-greenify you?”

This is painful, yes, because she thinks she has to change herself in order to be loved. She thinks she has to change the way she looks to be beautiful and accepted by the world. Which no one should ever feel.

But it’s also worse, because we know how much she idolizes the Wizard. She has hope, hope that he can change her life for the better. And she’s clinging to that because it’s the only hope she has right then. Only to have that hope shattered later on.

“But I swear someday there’ll be a celebration throughout Oz that’s all to do with me!”

What’s mostly sad about this is that her “vision” comes true—but in the form of Oz celebrating her death.

“And I’ll stand there with the Wizard, feeling things I’ve never felt!”

This goes back to a point I made earlier—what she means when she says things she’s never felt is basically love and acceptance, affection, things she’s never ever felt before.

The biggest thing about that song is how hopeful and excited she is. She thinks, that for once in her life, something is finally going her way. And it hurts all the more when she finds out it’s not.

As for What Is This Feeling….

“But of course I’ll care for Nessa.”
“But of course I’ll rise above it.”

I think this gives us a painful parallel for Elphaba’s family vesus Galinda’s. Elphaba’s first thought is to reassure her father that it won’t get in the way of her duty to Nessa. That’s the only reason he sent her to that school, remember? Galinda’s first thought is to assure her parents that, don’t worry, even though I’m faced with this, I’ll “rise above it”. As if Elphaba is some sort of obstacle or enemy that needs to be defeated.

“Unusual, and exceedingly peculiar, and altogether quite impossible to describe.”

Yes yes, I know, look at me, over-analyzing all these jokes. Just bear with me, will you? Elphaba is a human being. A regular woman who just happens to be green-colored. But yet, she’s treated as this horrible, disgusting, strange thing (remember the midwife? “It’s atrocious!” And her own father? “It’s obscene!” And she was just a newborn baby then!) that is to be feared and avoided at all costs, when really, the only goddamn thing that’s at all different about her is her skin color.

“Poor Galinda forced to reside with someone so disgusting-i-fied! We just want to tell you, we’re all on your side! We share your loathing!”

Bringing up the “disgusting" point again—because there’s actually nothing disgusting about her. Unless you people really hate the color green that fucking much. That, and the fact that all these people are ganging up on Elphaba. She’s only just gotten here, and like I said earlier, these hoards of people will follow and imitate Galinda, as popular girls tend to work, and this is still only the start of the bullying. The bullying for no real reason other than “Galinda does it, so it must be cool!”

“Maybe some of us are different”

It’s clear that she’s talking mostly about herself here, but it’s even worse when you realize that these words are going to fall on deaf ears. This was a desperate attempt to make these people understand that yeah, some of us are different, and there’s nothing wrong with that. And she knew it would fail, but she tried anyway. And what happens next proves it.

“Well, it seems the artichoke is steamed.”

I know, more jokes, look at me go. But that’s not the point. The point is, her attempt to get them to understand her completely blew up in her face by fueling the bullying even more than it already was being fueled, which was plenty.

“Miss Elphaba has a point.”

Can we just take a moment to appreciate Doctor Dillamond? Because this “old goat” was one of the few people in this show to actually treat Elphaba like a person instead of this disgusting, horrible, evil monster that needs to be put down. He saw her for who she was, a woman who’s willing to fight, fight for herself and what she believes in, even if it costs her everything in the process. How interesting is it that the first character to treat Elphaba like the human being she is is a goat himself? He probably knows exactly what she’s going through. Hell, it happened to him, and it still does.

“You shouldn’t let ignorant statements like that bother you. I mean, I always do, but you shouldn’t.”

This is far from funny to me. Because it’s the first look we get into what Elphaba really feels about all this ridicule, all this hatred. We all know how insanely strong this woman is, don’t we? And I mean, she has to be, with what she’s put through every single day. But right here, and this isn’t the only time, you notice. That she’s not as made-of-steel as she comes off. She’s still bothered and even hurt by the things people say about her.

I cannot enforce this enough—this is a human fucking being. She is the same as everyone else, minus a “normal” skin color. She’s still only human. She laughs, she cries, she’s hurt, just like everyone else. And this is a running theme throughout the show. People don’t treat her like the human being she is. They treat her like a monster, like some sort of abomination, something that’s awful and, well, wicked. But I can’t stress enough how Elphaba is still only human. And how strong she is to put up with all this bullshit, but also how it still hurts her and it still has a lasting effect on her.

“He’ll make it right! That’s why we have a Wizard!”

I’d also like to point out again, here’s more of her undying faith in the Wizard. A faith that gets ripped apart right before her eyes. Just like when she says that something so bad couldn’t happen in Oz. Because she thinks, there’s no way the Wizard could let that happen, not someone as good as him! And she couldn’t be more wrong, and it’s crushing to think about.

“I’m about to have the first happy night of my life!”

Imagine how Elphaba feels hearing that from Nessa. The girl who’s had the happiest life that any other girl would be deeply jealous of. Her sister, who doesn’t seem to ever realize how truly good she has it. And yet, Elphaba still isn’t angry, still doesn’t take it out on her. She says she understands, because she wants Nessa to always be happy, even at the expense of her own happiness.

When Galinda gives Elphaba the hat, we all know it’s a joke, right? Hell, Elphaba probably thought so too. She’s not an idiot, they didn’t sing a whole duet about loathing each other for nothing. But think about this—that hat is likely one of the only gifts Elphaba has ever gotten. Imagine her, growing up, never getting any birthday gifts, never being given anything just because, and watching as those things were all given to Nessa. And I think that’s part of the reason she accepts the hat. Because she thinks, prank or not, this could be a good thing, something she likes. And it ends up being just that.

Not to mention, this prank gift and what Galinda “did” for Nessa prompts Elphaba to go so far as to force Madame Morrible to include Galinda in her sorcery seminar. Someone Elphaba knows doesn’t really like Galinda, who has very low expectations of her. Elphaba jeopardizes her only chance to meet the Wizard, to maybe, in her mind, be “normal”, and finally be accepted the way she wants to, by threatening to give it all up by quitting the seminar, just to say thank you for a prank gift, but a gift nonetheless, and a “helping hand” to her sister.

If that’s not selfless, I don’t know what is.

Another thing: everyone at the party screams and recoils away from Elphaba, points at her, laughs, when she enters the room, and she just walks on by like it’s nothing. Because again, she’s used to it. This is something that’s happened to her so often she’s actually trained herself to hide the way she truly feels about it. Hence why when Fiyero mentions how she doesn’t seem to care about what others think, Galinda realizes. In that moment, she realizes. Elphaba does care, she’s just learned to hide it. And no one, especially not someone like her, should ever have to go through that.

And afterwards, with Elphaba and Galinda, in their room, there’s even more. When Elphaba says her father hates her, Galinda’s reaction is of course shock. Which is the type of reaction most people would have. But Elphaba shrugs that off, and says that it’s not her secret, as if it’s no big deal. As if the fact that her father hates her is old news. And it is. Because let’s not forget, she’s been putting up with her father hating her for her entire life, and it only got worse as she was older.

Not to mention the fact that she really and truly thinks he has a good reason. She actually believes that it’s her fault, that because she was simply born the way she was, her father has a good reason to hate her. That him being paranoid about and terrified of the concept that his second child could turn out to be a different fucking color and in turn disabling her sister is somehow her doing. She actually thinks that just by being born, she was the one who caused it. And this is all her father’s doing. I guarantee you, her father raised her to believe Nessa’s condition was her fault, drilled it into her head from a young age. Because he needed someone to blame, and why not blame the green daughter that he was so deeply disappointed in simply for being a different color?

And during Popular, we see again how low her self-esteem is. She’s insisting to Galinda that she could never be a “normal” girl. She could never truly fit in, especially not with the crowd Galinda is a part of. Or at least, she doesn’t think she could.

And when Galinda calls her beautiful, we know why she runs away. Because that’s the first time in her life anyone has ever called her beautiful. And she has no idea how to deal with it, no idea how to take the compliment, and really, doesn’t even believe it’s true.

Moving on, when Elphaba saves the Lion cub, she risks everything. She likely could’ve been expelled for that, considering how anti-Animal Shiz seems to be. Imagine how angry her father would be if she were expelled, after he sent her somewhere so prestigious. Imagine how ashamed she would feel on behalf of Nessa (“no sister acts ashamed", remember?). But she doesn’t care about all that. She doesn’t really care about what happens to her. All she wants is to save this innocent Lion. And something so selfless is twisted into something evil later on.

“Do you think I want to care this much? Do you think I don’t know how much easier my life would be if I didn’t?”

Now this is of course about the Animals, and about how she cares too much about them to just let these people mistreat them. But it can also be applied to the ridicule she gets. She doesn’t want these types of things to affect her, but she just can’t help it, because again, she believes them herself.

Another thing I’d like to point out it all of the shit that happened to her, all of the slander and “Wicked Witch of the West” bullshit that happened later, was because she cared. Because she cared too goddamn much to just let it go. She couldn’t let the Wizard get away with his actions. And that cost her everything.

All she wanted was to help.

She cared too much to let it go.

And look where it fucking got her.

Now, I’m Not That Girl seems like a typical “I like a guy” song on the surface. But that’s really not what it’s about at all. It’s not about how Elphaba is in love with Fiyero, at least, not completely. It’s one entire song dedicated to how she believes that she isn’t good enough for Fiyero. That Fiyero could never love someone like her. That, just because she’s a little different, he’s like this unreachable dream that she tells herself to forget—”wishing only wounds the heart”—because she thinks that she doesn’t deserve him. That he could never be happy with her. All because of this idea that’s been drilled into her head about how her difference is this horrible thing. Something that’s been told to her by her family and everyone around her for years and years, for so long that she just adopted that way of thinking herself.

Something that’s the root of her rock-bottom self-esteem. Just imagine how different things would be if she’d grown up with loving parents, like Galinda, for example, who told her she was beautiful and perfect at every opportunity, like a parent is supposed to do. But she wasn’t convinced to love herself. Instead, she was trained to hate herself by being hated by the very people whose one job it is to love her and care for her. This mentality was only further cemented by the people around her, and how they “hated” her too.

This woman hates herself and the way she looks, and is used to others (and her own damn family) thinking that about her as well. It’s happened enough times for her to be used to it, and not be surprised when it happens. It’s happened enough times for her to adopt that mentality herself. But still, not enough times for it not to hurt. Not enough times for her to be able to ignore it. Because, like I’ve said, you’d have to be ridiculously strong to be able to do that. And she is, no doubt about that. But the reason she can’t deflect it is because she believes it herself. Deep down, she thinks that these people are justified in their ridicule of her. And how could she not? That’s what she’s been raised to think, what’s been forced upon her since she was born. The people in this woman’s life have been so horrible to her that she a), barely even registers it anymore, b), doesn’t register it as a bad thing, c), believes that they’re justified in their opinions, and d), does it to herself.

She beats herself up on a daily basis by accepting these people’s horrible opinions of her as truth. Because again, she’s been brought up to do that. To believe those things.

She has literally been raised, trained to hate herself, by people who are supposed to raise her to think the opposite.

How fucked up is that?

And then, at the train station, off to see the Wizard (pun fully intended), Elphaba is finally getting her wish. Finally, something is going her way. Yet she almost throws that away to comfort her sister. This alone shows how much she truly loves Nessa, and how much she’s willing to sacrifice for her, even though she gets nothing in return.

And then, when she’s talking to Galinda before Fiyero arrives, she asks about him, and then immediately brushes it off as unlikely. Because she thought that maybe, after their little moment that day, maybe Fiyero would remember. Maybe Fiyero would come and say goodbye to her.

Maybe Fiyero does care about her.

But she immediately laughs it off, because she thinks it’s silly. Silly that someone like him could care about someone like her.

Yet another instance of that rock-bottom self-esteem.

And that’s why she’s so surprised to see him when he does show up.

And afterwards, we have One Short Day.

“It’s all grand! And it’s all green!

She’s so happy that she’s finally found a place where she feels she belongs. She’s never felt like she belonged anywhere. Not even her own home. And this place holds so much hope and potential for her, hope and potential that’s going to be crushed before her eyes.

“I want to remember this moment. Always. Nobody’s staring. Nobody’s pointing. For the first time I’m somewhere where I belong.”

I honestly don’t think there’s much that needs to be said for this. She’s finally found a place that feels like home to her. A safe place. She’s never been anywhere where someone isn’t laughing or pointing at her. She doesn’t know what it feels like to fit in. And now that she feels she finally does, she’s the happiest she’s ever been.

I’d also like to point out that the people who accepted her as their own one minute turned on her the next just by a few words from their Wizard, but we’ll get into that later.

Elphaba goes to the Wizard with high hopes. She proves herself by helping Chistery, completely unaware of the consequences. She’s tricked, manipulated into doing what the Wizard wants. And then, she realizes. When she says “You have no real power”, you can hear the pain in her voice. Because this is a turning point. A point where she’s now aware of what a monster the man she once idolized is. Imagine for a moment someone you hold up on a pedestal, someone you idolize and would do anything for, really. You have high expectations for those people, don’t you? And imagine how heartbreaking it would be to find out that they were nothing like you thought they were. Imagine how awful you would feel if your idol turned out to be a sick, twisted bastard. Because that’s exactly what happened to Elphaba.

Not only that, she was hoping that this man could help her. “De-greenify” her. Make her “normal”. Help her fit in. And she’s just come to the realization that he can’t even do that.

It’s a double kick to the gut for her, and she still finds a way to gather her wits about her and make a decision. A decision in the midst of all this that she thinks she won’t regret. And I’m sure, in some ways, she doesn’t. But in plenty of other ways, she does.

She chooses to keep her integrity. Keep herself. Keep her own soul, go with her gut, and fight against this monster. And of course, it costs her. It costs her so many things. But in that moment, how could she know? How could she know the sacrifices that would have to be made? I’m sure she did to some extent, though not fully, but that’s what also makes it a selfless decision. She was willing to throw herself into the roaring masses, throw herself under the bus, in order to keep fighting for these Animals. In order to keep fighting for what she believed in.

This is also where the slander starts. The fact that she was tricked into using that spell on the monkeys is twisted to make it her fault. Madame Morrible goes so far as to call her a distortion and a repulsion, and makes a mention of her green skin. Something else that wasn’t her fault, that wouldn’t actually be a bad thing that’s being made to seem like one.

And this is THE turning point.

“This…Wicked Witch!”

That’s where it starts.

Where it all starts.

She’s known no longer as Elphaba by anyone anymore.

She’s The Wicked Witch of the West now.

No one questions it, protests, no one tries to help her. They all go along with it, because it’s easy. Because Elphaba made the hard choice to fight, they’re making the easy choice to accept the fallacy that she’s wicked for that.

And it only gets worse from there.

However, Defying Gravity is one of Elphaba’s breakout songs. She’s tired of resting on her laurels. She’s tired of watching from the sidelines as these Animals are having their rights taken away. And for once, she’s actually confident in herself. Confident that she can do this, that she can make a difference—”I’m through with playing by the rules of someone else’s game”.

And the “too long I’ve been afraid of losing love I guess I’ve lost. Well if that’s love, it comes at much too high a cost!” line is a huge part of this too. Because we know she’s never really felt genuine love before, and she was really just starting to feel it with Glinda. So she’s basically saying, why should I stay? Why should I just hide in the shadows when I really don’t have anything to lose? She doesn’t care about her own well-being, and she doesn’t have anyone else to care about the well-being of.

Aside from Glinda, and that’s why she invited her to come with her. That’s why she tried so hard to convince her to leave all the bullshit behind and actually do something important.

And then, when Glinda refuses, of course they’re both upset. But Elphaba isn’t going to let that get in the way. Because she’s finally free. She’s finally flying.

And nobody in all of Oz, no Wizard that there is or was, is ever gonna bring her down.

Or at least, so she thought.

Act II Coming Soon.

Sincerely, An Angel Like Elphaba Didn’t Deserve This Shit