it took me ages but i'm really not sure about this

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Alright, HERE we go! Awhile ago I had an idea for a MP100/Voltron crossover, and after mentioning it to @x-i-l-verify​ and loooots of brainstorming later, we have…*gestures vaguely* this. These are more or less screenshot redraws just to kind of get across who is who. :) More info, reasonings and musings under the cut, because well…it got long…

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post breakup AUs

because i haven’t seen enough of these around and i am so here for angst:

  • “today was the first family gathering i’ve been to since we broke up and my little cousin that absolutely adored you asked where you were and i had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for a half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures i took of you to feel okay again¨ AU
  • ¨i still have your phone number memorized even though i haven’t called you since we split and somehow i remembered it even though i’ve had like six shots of bourbon and hey, i know you’re pissed that you’re here at this dingy club at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive¨ AU
  • “i’m pretty sure if taylor swift and i were in a competition of who could write the most breakup songs in one night, i’d win by a landslide because i still set two plates out for dinner even though i eat alone and it’s almost pathetic because we’ve been broken up for ages but i’m still not over you” AU
  • “so i know we haven’t talked in like, two years, and that things ended pretty badly between us but what the fuck do you mean you’re engaged to be married¨ AU
  • “yes, i know this is your sweatshirt and that we broke up five months ago but it’s really comfy okay. i totally don’t wear it because like it still smells like you or is the only thing that even remotely feels like home since i moved out. pfft. absolutely not.” AU
  • “look, i know we agreed to be friends and everything but that’s what everyone says when they break up. i can’t take you asking me for advice on how to ask out the new person you’re interested in, okay? it’s killing me” AU
  • “oh hi, totally didn’t expect to see you here at this one hole in the wall coffee shop literally no one in the entire world besides you knows about. what a coincidence.” AU
  • “it´s my [insert family relation here]´s wedding and seeing all these happy couples is killing me and all i can think about is how this was almost us” AU (bonus: “i know that it’s two in the morning and i’m dressed really formally and a little (a lot) bit drunk but i couldn’t stop thinking about you after my grandma asked how you were doing also can i come in it’s freezing out here”)
  • “i still have your sister’s scarf and i know it’s stupid but i’ve been hoping maybe one day you’ll come by and pick it up so we’ll be forced to talk again because i haven’t seen you in months and i’m maybe kinda sorta still in love with you” AU
  • “i know we were never officially together or anything but seeing that picture you posted on [insert social media] with him/her literally felt like you carved my heart out of my chest and stomped on it and i’m not really sure why i’m leaving this voicemail but my pillow still smells like you and i miss your stupid face” AU
  • “we have a lot of mutual friends so we see each other more than two broken up people usually do and i know we’re not really close anymore but you’re wearing that stupid (adorable) hat you always wore when you were upset so tell me what’s wrong because it’s literally killing me to see you look so sad” AU
  • “so like, i know we broke up and stuff but funny story, i haven’t told my family yet and they just assumed you’d be coming with me for [insert family celebration] and i really don’t know how to tell them and i know this is really selfish but i can’t break my great grandma’s heart like that, she’ll probably have a heart attack and– wait what? you’d do that for me? holy shit, i love you… wait–” AU
  • “i found your box of letters underneath my bed last night and because i’m a nosy motherfucker i decided to read them and it turns out they were all addressed to me and the last one was dated the day you moved out and i’m not quite sure why i thought this would be a good idea but here i am, standing on your doorstep, wondering why the fuck we’re not together anymore” AU
  • “well this is really awkward considering the last time we saw each other, i was screaming at you to never talk to me again, but like, my dog recognized you all the way across the park and literally dragged me over here because she misses you so hi” AU
Paint & Distractions

Feyre tries to paint, Rhys tries to distract her.

Pure post-ACOWAR fluff to make up for Sacrifices of War. Also posted on AO3.

If someone had ever told her the High Lord of the Night Court would be such a creature of the sun, she would have laughed. Now, instead of laughing, a small smile played over her lips as she watched her mate, night incarnated, stretching in a patch of sunshine like a content cat. For a day in late spring, it was unusually warm, the first real warm day of the year. Rhys had taken it as an excuse to get rid of his tunic as warm rays of the sun warmed his broad chest and lazily spread wings.

Feyre wasn’t sure if this was for her benefit or if he got sidetracked in his quest to distract her from painting. He’d appeared not long after she’d set up her things to finish a piece she’d been working on over the last few days. It was a gift for Rhys so she kept it carefully angled away from him. She suspected that he appearing wherever she and that painting were had something to do with the fact that she refused to share it with him. It would’ve been easier to stay in her studio where she could at least lock him out and put up a ward so he couldn’t winnow in either, but the day was much too nice for that. She was almost finished anyway. Besides, Rhys was so distracted with distracting her, the painting was all but forgotten.

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theother-fiftyone  asked:

ok um i'm trash but um can i have a fic where like michael is really protective of jeremy (for whatever reason) and just everyone is gay and it's great

Ay, back at it again with the late replies to asks I should have done ages ago (IM SORRY). Hope this will suffice, thank you for the prompt!

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The plan was for Jeremy to get out of hospital, ask out Christine and live a normal high school life as a normal high school teenager - now with a few more friends. What Jeremy wasn’t anticipating was Michael’s change in attitude when he got back.

Michael, his best friend for twelve years, had suddenly become very… attached to Jeremy. He hadn’t noticed at first, focusing more on his plan to ask out Christine or catching up on any work that The Squip had previously deemed ‘uncool’ or ‘useless’. But as the days went by Jeremy began to notice Michael’s presence more and more. Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for Michael to have his bad days and follow Jeremy around for the majority of the school day but by the end of the week Jeremy couldn’t think of one instance where Michael had left his side.

When Monday came, Jeremy found Michael waiting outside his house to walk to school. The two stood side by side as Michael hopped along the pavement with his headphones around his neck, looking around as if he was expecting someone to pop out behind the passing houses. As he began to calm down, Jeremy took a closer look at his best friend. He noticed that his eyes were slightly more droopy than normal, little bags had begun to form underneath them. His hair was ruffled and he was wearing the wrong shoes, as if he was in a hurry to leave the house. Despite this, Michael still wore his generic giddy smile on his face, the look which made Jeremy’s heart melt slightly on the inside.

At lunch time, Rich and Jake approached the two, asking if they wanted to join them at their table in the far corner of the cafeteria. There sat the rest of the group - Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine - eagerly waving at the best friends. Before Jeremy could reply with some cheap excuse as to why he wasn’t feeling well all of a sudden, Michael jumped in between them, turning to Jeremy.

“Come on dude, lets go sit with them! It’ll- It’ll be fun,” he stammered out the last past, suddenly dragging his best friend across the hall before he had a chance to protest. Under his breath, Jeremy heard him mutter “no harm done yeah? Yeah…”

Jeremy, naive Jeremy, brushed off the encounter as Michael just acting up as he sometimes did. But a few days later Jeremy was walking down the hallway on the way to his next class when he heard Michael catch up to him, skidding to a stop once he reached his best friend.

“How was math?” He small talked, slurping the remains of his slushie.

“It was fine, I guess. I wish Mr David would ease up on the homework though, I’m starting to get-” before Jeremy could continue, he was stopped in his tracks by Michael. He turned to see a mixture of anger and fright on his face, a look that really didn’t suit him. Jeremy tried to follow his line of sight but was cut off by Christine shouting his name from down the hallway. He looked back and waved, but when he returned to his best friend’s gaze it was gone, replaced with what looked to be a sympathetic smile as he saw Christine.

“I’ll… uh- catch up with you later Jer,” he mumbled before setting off in the opposite direction without letting Jeremy say a word.

Jeremy tried to give Christine a decent conversation but it was clear he was distracted by something else. He kept turning to look down the hallway in which Michael had seen something, making him stop dead in his tracks. He couldn’t help but wonder what he had seen. Jeremy briefly heard Christine asking if he was alright, to which he replied some rehearsed nonsense about being tired from schoolwork while he continued to focus on the hallway.

It wasn’t until Friday afternoon that he discovered what Michael had been so frightened of.

Jeremy had just finished play rehearsal with the gang and was making his way through the school hallways to go home. Just as the doors came into sight, he spotted a group of - maybe two or three - boys hanging around the doorway, blocking the entrance. They seemed to be waiting for someone, so Jeremy naturally assumed they were one of the many friends of Jake or Chloe. However, as he began to approach, one of the boys spotted him coming and alerted the other two of his arrival. Confused, Jeremy stopped walking and spoke up;

“Um hi… could I get past please? You’re kind of blocking the door,” he stuttered, trying not to mess up his wording in front of the intimidating boys. But neither moved an inch. Instead, the main boy came forward, speaking slowly and articulating his words so precisely it sent a shiver down Jeremy’s spine.

“That was kind of the point mate,” he chuckled and the other two joined in. “We were just waiting for someone…”

“Oh…” said Jeremy, slowly shifting his feet. “W-who?”

Deep down, he already knew the answer.

“You.”

Now, Jeremy had dealt with bullies before, being a loser and all. He was used to the unoriginal insults and the occasional shove. But these guys were clearly not messing around, going out of their way to wait for him after school and everything. Jeremy took a step backwards in fear.

“You’re the guy that possessed my brother yeah?” The main boy snarled. Jeremy’s face twitched for a second, taking another step back.

“P-possessed?!”

“He told me bout it. Said some dude in his drama rehearsal tried to take over the whole cast. Course, the guy doesn’t care now. He’s way too forgiving for his own good my brother,” the boy continued, slowly inching forwards. His friends had now joined his march a few feet behind him. “Fortunately for you, I’m nothing like the guy. I’m a solid believer that you deserve what’s coming to you buddy.”

Jeremy wasn’t entirely sure what to do. He couldn’t keep retreating forever, the gang would eventually catch up to him, and there was no way he was going to slip past these three boys. Caught up in his thinking, he stopped retreating. Jeremy realised his mistake too late as he felt his whole body smash up against a locker. His head smacked the metal plating behind him, causing an immediate headache to rush into his head. He blinked and locked eyes with the bully.

“Or maybe, I just want an excuse to beat up a nerd,” he smirked, lifting his fist to the air. His two friends stood back, watching the whole ordeal go down without interfering. Jeremy shut his eyes closed and tensed up, preparing himself for a blow to the face at any moment.

Instead, he felt his body suddenly drop the ground as a loud grunt came from the boy. Confused, he peeled his eyes open to see the previously menacing boy sprawled across the floor with a bloody nose. His two friends had stepped back in fear at the cause of the punch. The guy responsible stepped forward and glared at the two, signalling - or warning - for them to leave. They did as instructed, picking up the brother and rushing out the door without saying a word.

Jeremy’s head had began to ease up just enough for him to start to process what had just happened when his arm was flown over a shoulder and he was heaved up onto his feat. The familiar smell of weed and slushie suddenly hit him and he knew exactly who had come to him rescue.

“Michael?” He spat out, turning to face the boy. Now that he was fully standing on his own, he could focus on the boy. Michael’s face was covered in sweat. His eyes glimmered with a hint of fear and relief at the sight of his best friend and a large bruise had begun to form on his knuckle from where he had punched the bully.

“Michael,” he said again, this time more definite. It was at that point where Michael’s intimidating persona faded as his eyes began to well up with tears. He flung himself onto Jeremy and dug his head in his neck as he began to sob.

“I’m- I’m sorry I just…” he muttered through his tears, “I heard them… when you came back to school- they were talking about what they were going to do to you- and I just… I just wanted to make sure that you were ok-”

“Thank you Michael,” was all Jeremy could muster before his eyes too began to fill up with tears. The boys sat there, in the school hallway, for about ten minutes silently crying until Jeremy sat up and pulled Michael up with him as they slowly made their way out of the building.

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“Morning!” Jeremy greeted his friends by the school entrance. By his side was Michael with his bandaged knuckle and huge smile on his face.

“Morning bro!” Replied Jake. The group shared a quick conversation before entering the school and as they walked down the hallway Michael stood proudly by Jeremy’s side.

“Oh my gosh Michael,” exclaimed Christine as she noticed the white bandages across his hand, “what happened? Are you hurt?”

“Don’t worry Chris,” replied Jeremy, putting a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, “he’s got it under control.”

Just up ahead, a brief conversation between Rich and Jake could be heard.

“Now that I think about it, my bro was acting a little strange last night. He came home with a broken nose and started ranting on about this dude in a hoodie.”

“No way!” Rich cried, “your bro got beat up by some kid in a jacket?”

“Yeah yeash,” replied Jake who appeared to be pondering the thought. “He said someone about him being utterly terrifying, looming over him and protecting his lanky best-”

Slowly, the two boys locked eyes and turned to find Michael’s hand bruised after Christine insisted on changing the bandage. He looked up to see the boys staring and smirked. Turning to Jeremy, he flew an arm around his shoulder and paraded forward, passing the two as he went. Turning round, Michael brought his damaged hand up to his eyes and returned the glare, signalling NOT to touch his best friend in case they also wanted a piece of what he could do.

Deep down, Michael just wanted his hand to heal quicker. He couldn’t press the buttons on the controller properly with a bruised knuckle, but the image of being a type of bodyguard for Jeremy - it made it all worthwhile.

Theory...

Alright, I’ve mentioned this on my WordPress blog way back, when I posted theories about Gooverly (w/c mostly turned out wrong), but I’ve always had a feeling Waverly was half revenant, ever since Bobo said she’s not an Earp.

I think Waverly is not an Earp, and completely not blood-related to Wynonna, so my theory goes like this:

Waverly is the daughter of a revenant and a human (not Willa & Wynonna’s mom). The revenant was killed by Ward Earp, and the other parent probably abandoned her or is dead, thus, the Earp took the kid because ‘it’s the right thing to do.‘ (as said in Willa’s diary - 2x02)

When Waverly and Nicole were reading Willa’s childhood diary, it said there that a baby was brought into their home. Now, Nicole said it could’ve been just Willa being childish and jealous of the new sibling, but I don’t think so, after all, Willa was 9 years older than Waverly (if I’m not mistaken). I’d think kids that age would already understand if there’s a new kid.

There’s also a big possibility that Waverly is Bobo’s daughter bc:

  • Bobo always tried to protect Waverly, or at least he’s never done anything to harm her.
  • Bobo looked after child Waverly, posing as her imaginary friend.
  • Waverly was too strong for the demon tentacle goo bc she’s a hybrid, and her possible dad, Bobo, was a significantly powerful revenant.

Also, the part in S01x13, when she was talking with Bobo at the Treehouse, he mentioned that the revenants won’t be the only ones who’ll be set free once the prison that is the Ghost River Triangle is broken.

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I'm suddenly standing at the beginning with you

For @nerdyadventures Happy birthday my friend, I’m 10 days late and I made you beta this but this is for you and for keeping up with my texts all the time and humoring me and texting me back. You’re wonderful and I can’t it to be January so we can hang out in Disneyland.

This is the start of a hopefully 3 part story. I hope you guys like it.


Piper was applying lipstick to her lips while Sally and Hazel worked on her hair but Annabeth was hardly paying attention to them, her brain kept thinking about what was about to happen… in less than an hour she would stop being Annabeth Chase and she would become Annabeth Jackson. In less than an hour, she would be marrying the love of her life. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep the butterflies in her belly at bay.

It had been so long since Percy had caused her butterflies but it wasn’t a bad thing, after all, they had been together for almost eight years and known each other for eleven. Percy didn’t give her butterflies anymore but he gave her a feeling of safety, love, home, happiness and that was better than any butterfly. She felt weirdly calm, she never thought this was how she would be feeling moments away from her wedding, like any bride she had her bridezilla moments but they didn’t last long, not when they usually ended in Percy’s arms, his voice soothing the stress away, joking how they could elope in any moment, how the only thing that matters was their love.      

“You look beautiful, honey.” Sally’s voice brought her back from her thoughts, her future mother-in-law had tears in her eyes. Annabeth looked at her reflection in the mirror, two beautiful braids worked as a headband and they ended in a messy bun with small white flowers braided into it, Piper had given her a beautiful but minimal makeover, hints of gold framed her eyelids, her lips had a peachy color on them and her cheeks were covered in light pinks and she looked, well, she looked like the blushing bride she wasn’t. “But you are missing something.”

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anonymous asked:

please elaborate on how you got a substitute teacher to quit within one day. I'm genuinely curious.

all right everyone sit down, shut up and listen closely because I’m about to tell y'all the tale of Ms. Mormino.

Seventh grade is a time most people don’t look back on fondly. I know I sure don’t–I tend to regard that era as nothing more than an unpleasant, acne-filled haze of fall out boy and poor attempts at pseudo-zooey deschanel fashions. But enough about me. Let’s talk about my math teacher. 

Ms. Isom. Poor old Ms. Isom. Well in her 60’s, always plagued with some illness or injury, she was hardly ever even at school. Since many of her absences were the result of short-notice incidents–“falling down the stairs” was popularly cited– it wasn’t all that uncommon to not have a substitute on hand. Being a smartass honors class, we’d gotten away with several successful evasions of administration, walking cavalierly into class  to pass the next 48 minutes doing just about nothing. Hell, for good measure, we’d sometimes even toss in a friendly “hey, Ms. Isom!” if any administrators were anywhere within earshot. So incredibly anti-establishment, you could basically call it another Project Mayhem, except instead of Brad Pitt and Ed Norton concocting homemade bombs, it was a bunch of tweenyboppers with iPhone 3’s and Justin Bieber 2009 haircuts. 

 We got pretty accustomed to our own little self-governing system that rolled around every second period, so we naturally weren’t exactly thrilled when administration caught on to our little Anarchy Act and strictly enforced the presence of a substitute every day. 

Most of our subs weren’t terrible–most were friendly, gave us participation grades, and didn’t object to the independent attitude of our class (which, mind you, only had about ten students in it) 

That is, until Ms. Mormino came along. 

Four feet, ten inches of raw, undiluted evil, Ms. Mormino walked into class with a scowl on her face and a chip on her shoulder. When the girl behind me sneezed, Ms. Mormino’s immediate response was “NO INAPPROPRIATE NOISES!" 

 Although we all suppressed our laughter, we all knew from that moment on that, try as she might with her despotism and her draconian anti-sneeze policy, Ms. Mormino didn’t stand a chance. 

 The arguable beginning of the end for Ms. Mormino’s all-too-brief reign of terror was the moment I asked for a calculator; mine was broken. Mormino asserted that I could only borrow a calculator if I loaned her something of mine; at that moment, the girl next to me chimed in, saying she, too, needed a calculator. "I have a folder I can give you,” I offered. “I have a highlighter,” added the other girl. 

 At that moment, a puberty-creaking voice from the back of the room piped up. 

Max. 

We all know certain people have certain gifts. Michelangelo saw angels in every block of marble and devoted his life to setting them free; Einstein had a mind which saw the potential of the entire universe; F. Scott Fitzgerald wove intricate tales of decadence and depravity. Max, however, had a different kind of gift: he could make anything–anything at all–into a “that’s what she said” joke. More on that later, though. 

Max pried off a Nike sneaker and held it proudly in the air, like a coveted trophy. 

“I have a shoe." 

Tottering in one-shoe-one-sock, Max dumped the sneaker on Ms. Mormino’s desk, retrieved a calculator, then tottered back to his own desk, a sort of smirk playing on his face. And, as to be expected–the rest of us quickly followed suit. 

 A small pile of shoes on her desk, Ms. Mormino grit her teeth and glared at us as we all sat back down, quietly victorious, a calculator in each of our hands. It wasn’t long, however, until we all began to silently plot our next act of minor mayhem. 

"Can I go to the bathroom?” asked Tyler, who, despite being in seventh grade, was approaching his sixteenth birthday. In a combination of verism and admiration of Tyler’s devil-may-care boldness, we unequivocally accepted him as our leader. For reasons unknown, Ms. Mormino denied his request. Tyler, much like his Fight Club namesake, heeded no rules but his own and left anyway–Ms. Mormino, furious, locked the door behind him and smugly insisted that “administration will take care of him." 

Tyler, however, was not one to be caught, and stayed close by, appearing in the window of the door whenever Ms. Mormino wasn’t looking. Waving, smiling, laughing, making faces and obscene gestures, Tyler had us all in stitches, but cleverly avoided Ms. Mormino’s sight–when she asked us what was so funny, we all refused to give Tyler away. 

A girl asked to go to the bathroom, stating she "really really really” needed to go. Ms. Mormino, again, denied her request. Ms. Mormino, however, seemed to be uninformed about the side door–leading right outside, always locked from the outside but always open from the inside. 

“Well, I’ll go myself,” the girl responded, and took off, hurdling three desks and darting out the door. Right behind her, two other students took off, pursuing freedom. The door slammed behind all three students, and they were gone. 

 Six of us were left. Among us, importantly, was Chris. 

Chris was thirteen, but looked half his age; scrawny, wiry, he probably measured in at about four-foot-three, but no taller. “Late Bloomer” are words that come to mind. 

Despite his diminutive size, Chris possessed the gall of someone like Tyler.

“I have to use the bathroom,” said Chris, standing. 

 "Do you think I’m going to allow you to go to the bathroom?“ snapped Ms. Mormino. 

 "It’s an emergency!” Chris pleaded. 

“Sit down,” Ms. Mormino growled. 

Meanwhile, the entire class borders on hysteria. We have tears in our eyes, almost suffocating from choking back laughter. 

“It’s an emergency,” repeated Chris, but it sounded more like a warning.

“Sit.”

Silence. Silence, Silence and more silence, until we all began to notice a dark stain on Chris’s khakis. The stain grew. And grew. And grew.

 Fists at his sides, stoicism in his face, and a cold, proud, triumphant glint in his eye, Chris locked eye contact with Ms. Mormino. 

And pissed right in his pants. 

The entire class erupted into a laugh only comparable to the detonation of a bomb. 

We laughed so hard for the next five, ten, fifteen minutes straight that Ms. Mormino gave up. Surrendering, putting her head on her desk, she waited until the hysteria finally subsided. 

Finally looking up, defeated, pathetic, Ms. Mormino glared at us all and wailed: 

 "This is too much, this is too hard, too hard, Jesus Christ, this is too much for me!“ 

 A lone voice sounded from the back of the room. Guess whose it was.

"That’s what she said.”

Ms. Mormino officially retired from teaching that afternoon.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm not sure if this qualifies as a 'fight' question, but I've run out of places to go for help. So if you answer, I really appreciate it. Fantasy world. MC, trained military, is trying to plant a tracking device on a pirate airship. He originally hid the tracker in a lure of special cargo. Events happen last minute that force him to keep the tracker on his person and get it aboard the ship that way. My problem is, how he-or me as the writer-get him to be taken prisoner. Thank you so much.

Well, he’s on a pirate ship and he’s… not a pirate.

Here’s something to know about pirates or anyone who spends lots of time alone in a small enclosed space: they know each other. In particular, pirates are rather loose and democratic organizations. They’ll know if they’re taking on new crew, and they’ll know who that crew is. If he’s found aboard their ship (and he will be), he won’t be able to pass himself off as one of them.

Criminals who run successful raiding operations aren’t stupid, especially those who’ve managed to keep at it for any length of time and are difficult to track. They live outside the law, they are outside its protections, and they know what the punishment for their capture will be. (Usually, it’s death.) This goes for every single member of the crew, not just the captain or their leader. Pirates generally get treated as stupid in vast swaths of media. They’re not. They’re smart. Many of the pirates during the Golden Age of Piracy were ex-navy of one sort or another. Many of the pirates making up this crew will be former sailors trained by a branch of the same military your MC comes from. They know what a military man looks like. Their survival is dependent on avoiding authority, and tackling those isolated targets they can successfully take. A criminal needs to be able to spot a policeman, including one in plainclothes. Their ability to continue operating depends on it.

So, how does this guy get captured?

He’s not a pirate, and hasn’t convinced them that he’s their new recruit. (At this point, he can’t. Too short on time. Too late. They’ll know who their new crew are.) He’s trapped in an enclosed space, aboard a ship, that is probably in the air if he able to stay hidden after they took off (as they’d almost certainly slit his throat before leaving if they found him). He has nowhere to go, no way to get off that doesn’t involve encountering enemy pirates who will recognize him as a stranger and an enemy.

He’s going to be taken captive. There’s one of him, and many of them. The only question left is how to get him out of the situation, instead of falling to his death by many thousands of feet when they chuck him overboard.

The real question for you is not: how is he taken captive? It’s: what reason do they have to keep him alive?

If he’s really lucky, he ditches the tracker before they find it on him and can make up a believable story. If he’s sort of lucky, they chuck the tracker overboard and lock him in the brig. If he’s super unlucky, then he’s going over the side and it’s “goodbye, MC”.

Stowing away is not an act with a lot of great career options ahead.

If you’re really having trouble coming up with ideas, I’d take a step back and go research pirates. You’re shortcomings here are based a lack of understanding for your MCs opponents. If you have a character getting caught, then the actor is the enemy. Those are the characters you need to focus on. It’s easy to assume that one character (the main character) is the driving force of all action, and because you (the writer) are most closely associated with them you see most of the situations from their perspective. However, this will catch you when you’re trying to write fight scenes or any kind of story action that relies on other parties to drive your story forward.

Spend some time with your villains. Figure out how the pirates function, how they work, what their command structure is (if they have one, lots of pirate ships were democratic with their captains voted in), and how they’re functioning. If you’re basing these pirates on the Golden Age of piracy, it might behoove you to look at history. The behavior of the pirates was often a direct response to the military/naval organizations of the time. The British Navy, for example, was well-known for being tyrannical and naval captains were given carte blanche over their crew. The Chain of Command was god, and their word was the ultimate law. It didn’t matter how mad, nightmarish, or suicidal the choice may be. If you ended up with a sadist as an officer, there were few appeals and you were at their literal mercy. The rules were strict. Many pirates were sailors fleeing that abusive lifestyle.

Take some time to figure out how your pirates function, how they live, what their ship looks like, etc. If you’ve gotten stuck, it’s usually because you’re focusing on the wrong characters. Spend some time with the ones who discover your MC and take him captive. That should get you back on track.

-Michi

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Bittersweet

» Part two

She likes the sad eyes, bad guys
Mouth full of white lies
Kissing in the corridor
But quick to tell her goodbye

Author: amsimaria
Word count: 7,3K
Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other BTS members)
Genre: Angst/Slight smut (Rated M)
Warnings: Slight violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Swearing, Addiction, Soft drugs use, Smut, (Jimin’s a kind of a Jerk in this part).  

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strangestblossom  asked:

Hi, I was hoping you could help me on a school project I'm working on. I wanted to talk about complex characters in the Dragon Age series. I wanted your opinion on Loghain. Like yeah, he's trying to kill you for most of the game. But he's doing it out of his love for Ferelden and Maric. And its obvious he knows Alistair was Maric's son, he and Cailan look like brothers. Yet he pushes for Anora to be queen. She's his daughter but she doesn't have Theirin blood. He wants the best for Ferelden but

he allows the country to be taken over by darkspawn proclaiming them not a threat or a Blight. I just wanted to know your opinions on him, if he’s a villain or a good man doing bad things. I hope I wasn’t a bother to you and would really appreciate it if you could answer. Thank you!

So, firstly, here’s the background you need to understand to fully understand Loghain’s viewpoint re: Orlais and the blight (I am aware that some of it you already know. 

  1. Orlais has used the cover of a blight to take over nations before.
  2. Duncan, while he was born in Ferelden to either a Fereldan father and a Rivaini mother or a Tevene father and a Rivaini mother, was raised in Orlais, and almost certainly considered himself Orlesian.
  3. Duncan was one of the Wardens who were unintentionally involved in the near kidnapping of King Maric about twenty years before.
  4. Alistair’s mother, Fiona, was also involved in this. 
  5. As far as Loghain knows, Alistair could easily be in contact with his mother, an Orlesian elf.
  6. Flemeth, when she met with Loghain and Maric in TST, told Maric a blight would sweep Ferelden, but that Maric would not live to see it. Admitting that it is a blight means admitting that Maric is dead. (It turns out in the comics that Flemeth is a liar, but Loghain likely has a decent amount of guilt about something else she said during that conversation, so he may still hold this to be true.) 

So, to Loghain, Duncan is already an untrustworthy Orlesian, who’s attempting to use the cover of a blight, of which this can’t be because if it is that means Maric is dead, to usurp this nation and put Alistair, potentially spurred on by his Orlesian elf mother, Fiona, on the throne as a puppet king. 

The fact is, none of the Wardens seem particularly trustworthy either. Tabris killed a Fereldan noble who, as far as Loghain knows, was a decent man. Brosca, Amell, Aeducan, or Mahariel aren’t Ferelden citizens (Brosca and Aeducan are from Orzammar, Mahariel is Dalish, and Amell is from Kirkwall.) Cousland’s parents now have a cordial relationship with Orlais, having received a gift from a nobleman who mistook Bryce for the king. Surana, having the least fleshed out background is the one exception, but she’s an elven Circle mage, and Fiona is almost certainly head of the libertarian fraternity at this point, so making the link that they’re somehow tied to this conspiracy is frightfully easy. 

The signal fire came late, this is canon, from Alistair. Loghain had a choice at this point, risk his men and save the king, breaking a promise he made to Maric (Maric made him promise during the war that if it ever came down to saving him or their men, to save their men, and while Cailan is not Maric, the message behind his words still stands), or keep his promise, and keep his men safe to fight another day. He chose that option. 

Now, after the battle, he was sure the signal fire was late on purpose, a plot by the Wardens, as he had no way of knowing that the tower of Ishal was flooded by darkspawn. Of course he thought Ali and the Warden were responsible for the death of the king.

He took over as regent for Anora to allow her to grieve, as he’d done for Maric when Maric was in his deep depression at the death of Queen Rowan.

There is no indication that the king and queen of Fereldan are anything but coregents, so of course Loghain would fight to keep Anora on her throne. No Theirin blood or not, it’s still /her/ throne, and any attempt to put Alistair on it would be a usurpation, Maric’s son or not. It’d also mean Anora’s death, as, if Anora was kept alive, she could either rally troops behind her and try to retake her throne, or, less likely, she could end up being in the early stages of pregnancy, and give birth to a Theirin heir who could do the same thing later on, more easily because of their heritage. 

The only thing Loghain does that isn’t understandable, that’s inexcusable, and is a betrayal of Maric’s values and Ferelden, is selling elves into slavery. 

Hope this helps.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your writing! Even the fics in fandoms or about pairings that I'm not usually into! It just makes me want to go and write and try to reach your standard :) I was wondering, would you ever do maybe an FMA/HP crossover ? Or FMA/YOI crossover ?? Or a crossover in general? They're pretty hard to do I think. But you'd ace it, because I'm sure if you did, it would be the best darn crossover and I'd love you

thank you that’s so sweet to say!!!!

okay so here’s the thing: i don’t LOVE crossovers usually, it takes a certain something to get me invested, and i one hundred percent don’t have a full fic in me. but –

edward elric, the cleverest wizard of his age. edward elric, who is just as extraordinary in this as he is everything else. he’s a hufflepuff, of course he is, you’d think he’d be a ravenclaw except literally the only thing more important to him than knowledge is loyalty and fairness  and what’s right. so.

he’s quiet and even surrounded by people he seems alone and there’s more than one slytherin vying for his attention, desperate to claim some of that shining talent for their own. but he rebukes them all, has no patience for stupidity or being used or political games. he’s the son of a muggle and a long absent wizard, and his brother – his brother is a squib.

edward hates hogwarts, hates the time he’s forced to spend away from his family. he has a single friend, winry, a fast talking ravenclaw, and she’s the only one who can pull genuine smiles from him.

his house doesn’t dislike him, but they know he likes to be left alone and they respect that. he gets them more points with perfect spells and perfect essays than any other student, so they like him and he’s never mean or rude, just quiet, so they all have a general sense of goodwill towards him but aren’t really friends. except alex armstrong who bursts into tears whenever he seems him, because armstrong is the hufflepuff quidditch captain and ed refuses to be the team’s seeker, or anything at all, even though anyone who’s seen him on a broom knows he’s just as capable and talented at it as anything else.

and lets talk about ed’s talent. ed who midway through first year got bored and started doing spells wordlessly. then wandlessly. who spends every waking moment in the library studying who the hell knows what because it’s certainly not classwork. he does all his spells without a wand or word now, no one has seen him even touch a wand since his second year. and it’s fear and awe that mark him too, because even dumbledore keeps track of his wand, uses it if he doesn’t have to, but ed doesn’t bother. he got straight Os in all his owls and he never pays attention in class but can answer any question or perform any spell asked of him so it’s not like the teachers can do anything with that.

then there’s slytherin seventh year roy okay, and his merry band of people – slytherin maes, gryffindor riza, gryffindor havoc, falman and fuery in raveclaw, breda in hufflepuff. and he’s fascinated by ed, they all are, who wouldn’t be? roy’s the quidditch captain for the slytherin team and hast to listen to armstrong cry at least once a week about ed’s wasted potential.

then the triwizard tournament happens. whole schools are submitted, and the best is chosen from each. everyone expects it to be roy – handsome, popular, powerful, with a special studies in fire spells.

roy knows better. he doesn’t say anything but he’s not surprised at all when edward elric’s name pops out of the goblet. the hufflepuffs are going crazy, and roy makes sure to cheer just as loudly with them.

the other two champions are rose, a quiet girl with a friendly smile, and ling, a not-quiet boy who already spends all his free time attempting to irritate ed into being friends with him, and this isn’t going to help at all.

so the first task happens. the dragons. ling uses a freezing spell to slow the beast down and gets a broken arm and a gash down his side for his trouble, but gets the egg. rose conjured a flock of birds to distract it and went for an egg, but the dragon used a puff of fire to kill the birds and burn half of rose’s body in a singe breath. but she gets the egg.

then it’s ed’s turn. he stands there, staring. does nothing. he takes a step forward. waits. takes another. waits. takes another, and the dragon rears up against him, so he takes a step back. she quiets back down, and he waits, and takes another step forward. that’s what he does. for hours. people have literally fallen asleep in their seats by the time ed has worked his way to the dragon’s nest, being watched carefully but not attacked, being trusted, and picks up the golden egg. the dragon’s nostrils flare and ed holds it up for her inspection, and she realize it’s not her egg at all, and settles back down, and ed backs up and away.

and that’s how ed gets the dragon egg with not a single bit of a magic and without a scratch on him.

roy wonders why ed is even bothering to compete, because he doesn’t seem that invested in it. the other champions are seen studying and practicing, are found with their professors colluding and working. ed continues on as if nothing has happened.

then the second task takes place. ed shows up late but he shows up furious, and roy wonders who it was that they took, because he can see winry sitting anxiously in the stands below him. ed reaches into his sleeve and takes out his wand and roy goes rigid in his seat and maes lets out a curse besides him. ed hasn’t used his wand in four years, hasn’t needed to, and if he’s using it now –

he says a spell they can’t hear and makes large encompassing swish – and then the entire great lake is lifted into the air.

the lakebed is dry and edward suspends the massive ball of water and merpeople and giant squid likes it’s nothing, is holding aloft something bigger than the hogwarts castle, and ed uses his other hand to point and direct, is doing two spells simultaneously, and roy didn’t even know that was possible. a hole opens up in the lake and a mer-person drops out, screaming. then another. then another. the screams are so high and so awful that roy is certain he’s going to have nightmares about it.

“give him back,” he says, voice clear and rippling with banked fury. “give him back

and a merperson swims to the edge, holding out a sleeping boy that looks remarkable like edward. ed lets the lake drop back to earth with a thunderous wave that soaks the judges. the boy comes gasping awake, still suspended in the air, and ed levitates him gently to the ground. the other champions are still in the lake.  the boy clings to ed, wet and shivering, and ed presses a kiss to his forehead and glares at the judges table. they give him a perfect score, shaken by what they’d seen as much as the students, and they march away.

later, roy and company worm their way into a conversation in the library, where ed sits with his brother going through a book in a language roy doesn’t recognize. “so,” he says awkwardly, now with two sets of scarily intelligent eyes fastened on him, “that was an impressive spell.”

ed snorts and rolls his eyes. “spells,” he scoffs, “great big waste of time if you ask me. wave a stick and say some words and you too can do the same damn spell as thousands before you. pathetic.”

“oh,” maes says, taken aback and wide eyed, “that’s uh,” he looks to alphonse, grimaces, and goes, “okay.”

“he’s not saying that because I’m a squib,” al says, “he’s just a nerd who like things that can be quantified and explained. magic isn’t really his thing.”

roy stares. the most powerful wizard he’s ever seen, and magic isn’t his thing.

“fuck flamel,” he snarls, “if he didn’t insist i get my newts before taking me on as an apprentice – he didn’t make you wait to begin learning!”

“but i cant do magic,” al says reasonably, “besides, i’m learning from his daughter now. we’ll learn from him together when you graduate.”

ed wrinkles his nose, “better hogwarts than izumi. i guess.”

“nicholas flamel?” falman breaks in, “you want to learn alchemy?”

“we want to master alchemy,” ed corrects, “the basics are easy enough, but flamel made a philospher’s stone. do you have any idea the level of mastery that takes?”

“we don’t really want to live forever,” al frowns, “but it is the ultimate test. we won’t rest until we make one.”

they all stare. “alphonse,” havoc says hesitantly, “are you – can you –“

he blinks, “of course. i may not be able to do it without circles like brother and flamel, but i’m not inept. that’s why i’m learning from izumi – she’s a squib and has to use circles too.”

“circles,” maes repeats, completely lost, “what?”

al sighs and takes out a piece of chalk, “like this,” and sketches out an array on the table. he grabs a notebook and puts it in the center, and with a crackle of energy its transformed into a bouquet of live flowers.

“nice trick of pulling water from the air,” ed says.

they’re all flabbergasted. “transfiguration?” maes asks.

“yeah sure,” ed rolls his eyes, “the same way cutting out a snowflake from a piece of paper is like origami.”

they keep staring. ed stares back. it’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

ed doesn’t win the tournament because he lets ling win for reason he refuses to explain, will only say that it was more important to him.

roy pesters and irritates ed until he agrees to teach him alchemy, and even grudgingly says roy has a knack for it. so he sets it up that when al and ed are studying with flamel roy is studying with his daughter, and he goes to ed and al whenever he gets confused because they’re at least less scary than izumi.

ed and al create the philosopher’s stone, and promptly destroy it. roy becomes a master of fire alchemy. they all live happily ever after.

anonymous asked:

Can I request RFA + saeran reacting to a MC self harming like how they would find out and react (sorry if this makes you uncomfortable and you don't want to this) I'm currently almost a year clean!

Well done, anon! That’s a brilliant achievement ^^. I’m over 2 years clean now and currently feel really positive in myself. I really hope I wrote these alright because everyone self-harms for different reasons and feels differently about it. I tried to sort of generalise it and I’ll put a trigger warning here that there are mentions of self harm and blood (Not detailed, though) ~H x

RFA with an MC that self harms

Yoosung:

-He saw it by accident one day at school
-You were both in science, doing an experiment involving water
-The water had splashed on your sleeve and Yoosung had kindly offered to dry it off
-You didn’t expect him to pull your sleeve up, though
-He saw the scars on your arm and gasped in shock, quickly pulling the sleeve back down so that no-one else sees
-You looked down in shame
-Yoosung was never meant to see that
-“I’m… sorry,” you apologised.
-“You’re coming to mine after school, right? I really want to talk to you. Why are you sorry?” Yoosung responded.
-“I thought you’d be upset with me. Or disappointed,” you explained.
-Instead of answering, Yoosung pulls you into a big hug as you try not to cry
-At Yoosung’s after school he asks you when it started and why it started
-You’re reluctant to tell him but he eventually has you in tears, spilling out the full story of when you started with depression
-All throughout, Yoosung hugs you close to him, rocking you and stroking your hair
-“You’ve been through so much, MC,” Yoosung said after you’ve finished, “I’m so proud of how strong you’ve been. But please- it breaks my heart to think that the most wonderful, most beautiful person I know would harm herself because she thinks she isn’t good enough.”
-You nod. You understand how he feels and you wish it was as simple to stop
-But Yoosung went through a rough enough time after hearing that Rika was mentally ill
-So now that he knows what you’ve been suffering with, he’s not letting the same thing happen to his precious girlfriend. He wants to get you professional help.
-And if you think he’ll be too shy and won’t
-Think again
-Because this boy loves you

Zen:

-After a while of dating, he noticed that you always wore long sleeved tops
-One day, it was absolutely boiling outside but you wouldn’t take your jumper off
-Even though you feel like you’re going to be fried alive
-“Babe, just take your jumper off! You look like you’re boiling,” Zen tried to persuade you.
-Your sudden, “NO!” is all it takes for him to confirm the worry he’s had for a while
-“MC, please will you show me your arms,” he asked seriously as he reached across the table to you and held your wrists.
-You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head
-Not today. You can’t let him see. He’ll think you’re a failure
-“MC,” he said so sternly that you jump in shock
-As you jump, his hands accidentally slide up your arms and scrape a recent cut
-You yelp in surprise
-And he doesn’t allow you to pull your sleeve back down
-When you face him, you’re expecting some sort of emotion but you didn’t know what
-What you certainly didn’t expect was tears
-“How long?” he asked quietly, maintaining eye contact and making you want to shrivel up in yourself
-“A while. Since before I knew you,” you responded, making him know that he had nothing to do with the mental illness you’d be struggling with for ages.
-“Does anyone know?” Zen asked.
-You shook your head.
-“MC, I want you to look into my eyes and tell me that you want to hurt me in the same way you hurt yourself,” he said sternly.
-“But I can’t- I don’t- I love you!” you argued, wondering how he could suggest such a thing.
-“The fact that I now know you did this gives me exactly that pain. Imagine how I feel to know that you would suffer through this alone, without telling anyone, hurting yourself in such a way,” Zen sighed, holding your hands tightly.
-You don’t know what to say. You’re not good enough. Surely he knows this
-“Please- we already lost Rika- we can’t lose you. I can’t lose you. Not after everything we’ve been through,” Zen cried, now fully letting tears stream down his face.
-“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I’m disappointing you.”
-“No!” Zen immediately interrupts, “I’m just worried about you because I want you to be well. Please let me take you to see someone. They can help you.”
-You didn’t want to see anyone- that’s why you hadn’t
-But if Zen was hurting, you’d at least give it a go
-“Ok,” you agreed as Zen pulled you into his chest.
-At least you had something to live for- your wonderful boyfriend
-Did anyone notice the quote I kind of took from Phil? It’s so beautiful

Jaehee:

-Mama Baehee sees and knows all
-She realised practically immediately
-Because she literally forced you to take your jacket off when you came to her house
-You were really worried how she’d react and if she’d realise you weren’t the support she needed and ditch you
-Instead, she ordered you to sit and talk
-“You can say what you like to try and get out of it, MC, but you aren’t leaving until I have the truth,” she insisted.
-So you cried and told Jaehee everything
-“What I think you need is someone there to promise you that they’ll always be with you and help you to believe in yourself,” Jaehee seemed to analyse.
-But then she shuffled closer to you and hugged you
-“MC, will you let me be that friend? Can I help you?” she asked, to your surprise.
-You were already crying too much so you just nodded
-So Jaehee smiled and started to cry too
-She looked so cute crying but you didn’t deserve her
-In fact, you wondered how many times you’d drawn a line of your own blood because you were ashamed of your sexuality
-But with Jaehee hugging you so tightly and promising to be there for you, you allowed yourself to imagine what a world with good things in for you could be like
-What if Jaehee did like you back?
-Oh if only you knew
-If only you knew how much it broke her heart to see that you’d caused yourself pain
-Jaehee wondered if it was her fault for not being a good enough friend
-It’s not, Baehee, you’re perfect and we love you

Jumin:

-It was whilst you were still ‘trapped’ in his penthouse that he found out
-He thought you were about to leave
-So he grabbed your arm to stop you escaping
-You know the Visual Novel I’m on about, right?
-And you accidentally let out a yelp of pain
-He let go go your arm and saw blood seeping through the fabric
-Forget whatever he was about to tell you- you were injured
-“MC, what happened? I didn’t- I didn’t hurt you did I?” Jumin panicked.
-“No- it’s not you. I’m fine,” you lied.
-He wasn’t about to let you pretend you weren’t hurt
-So he rolled your sleeves up
-And saw the lines on your arms
-And broke down
-“MC- I- Why- Why would you do this to yourself?” he asked, practically in tears.
-You just hung your head, not answering
-“It’s not me, is it?” Jumin asked with his eyes wide, “Am I trapping you? Is that why? Please- I’ll let you go immediately.”
-At this point you’re pretty sure he’d leaked a few tears
-“No,” you said calmly, “It was way before I met you that I started.”
-“How could someone as kind and beautiful and perfect as you do something like that to your body?” he asked.
-“I’m not perfect or beautiful in any way. I’m messed up. Really messed up. I just wanted to try and help you,” you explained.
-“And you are doing. So now I need to help you,” Jumin said sternly.
-You looked up at him
-And started crying
-So he cried too
-Jumin decided to envelope you in a hug
-So you just cried into his chest, feeling safe
-Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay at his penthouse forever
-When Elizabeth was around, Jumin promised himself that he’d force you to see the best counsellor in the world

Seven:

-He found out just after you’d started living in his house
-He’d told you he had something to fix on his computer but you were having a really bad day
-So to you, that just seemed like an excuse to not spend time with you
-He loves you though, please never think that! People love you and sometimes they actually just have to do stuff
-For once, he didn’t put his headphones on
-So he heard crying and decided to come and check it out
-Only to find you with blood coating your arm in a pile of tears
-He panicked
-And just runs towards you and hugs you close to his chest, not caring if he’s getting blood all over him
-You cry into his shoulder for a while whilst he just rocks and shushes you
-He knows the feeling
-Whilst he never self harmed, he was very depressed for so long
-And he knew what it was like to feel like you shouldn’t even exist anymore
-But without you
-He couldn’t exist
-Deciding it was best to tell you this, he starts to
-“MC, I love you. I couldn’t live without you. You mean so much to me. You helped me with my depression and now I want to help you. Please, let me save you like you saved me,” he begged.
-He’s going to do absolutely anything he can to help you

Saeran:

-I feel like he’d know the signs
-Because I’m pretty sure he’d self harmed too
-So he just asks you
-“MC, do you self harm?”
-“What makes you think that?” you answered sceptically.
-“Because I did for a while. You were what made me stop. Please don’t lie to me and show me your arms,” Saeran ordered with clear concern in his eyes.
-You show him your arms- it’s pointless hiding it
-“You’re going to come and see my counsellor with me,” Saeran said immediately.
-“No, Saeran! I don’t want to see a counsellor,” you begged.
-He grabbed you by the shoulder and leant down to look you directly in the eyes
-“I don’t care if you want to go or not. I’m not going to allow the person that saved and healed me to suffer herself. I love you too much to lose you. My life is nothing without you,” he told you.
-You hug him really tight
-And just wonder how you’re both messes
-Saeran was not going to allow you to help him as much as you had without him helping you in return
-He loved you too much to lose you

V:

-You were constantly thinking that you were nothing compared to Rika
-Sure, she’d been crazy, but V had loved her
-Probably more than he loved you
-V found out you self harmed when he accidentally walked into the bathroom whilst you’d just finished showering
-You had a towel wrapped around you but your arms were exposed
-And bleeding
-“I’m sorry- wait, MC, your arms!” V started to apologise before seeing the lines and blood on your forearms.
-You hung your head
-He was going to tell you that you were nothing compared to Rika- that you were weak- that you were weird for harming yourself
-But he didn’t
-Instead, he runs towards you, gently takes your arm and kisses all your scars
-“I made a mistake last time- I didn’t help her. I’m not going to make that mistake again because I love you so much that I will force you to see a therapist,” V told you.
-“But I don’t want to-“ you started to protest
-“I know. Last time I made the mistake of thinking love would be enough. I’m not blind anymore and I can see that despite me loving you, you need proper help. I don’t want to lose you. You mean far more to me, MC,” V said.  
-I’m sorry for the blind joke, really I am
-It suddenly registered in your mind what he was saying
-V loved you
-He loved you more than he’d loved Rika
-And he wanted to help you
-Finally- someone did
-And you loved him

anonymous asked:

Hello🙌 I'm a lover of your writing and your works and was wondering if you had the time or interest if you could do a fic where Betty is stranded on the side of the road and has no one else to call except her Serpent ex boyfreind Jughead you can do whatever you like with it I just liked the concept Thank you very much ✌

Sure! Thankyou so much!
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“Shit shit shit!” Betty slammed her foot into the busted tire of her Mini Cooper, her stilettos bouncing back and piercing her calf. “Why?! Why me?! Why today?!” She groaned, head titled towards the sky and arms extended at her sides.

It had been six years since she stepped foot in Riverdale, she was a successful author and was coming back from a press tour all over Europe, her first novel “Love me Serpentine” had done amazing and was in talks to be adapted into a feature film. She was rich, she was famous, she was wanted and still…. she was so unhappy. She spent her days holed up in her home in North Carolina, hidden deep in the mountains writing. She would write and write and write for days locked away and entirely lonely.

Veronica had moved back to Riverdale, she ended up marrying Archie after college and he had taken over Andrews Construction, Ronnie was happy and they had just bought there first home together, that’s what brought Betty to Riverdale, stranded on the side of the road with no one picking up there phone. She had practically missed the house warming dinner and it was getting dark.

“I can’t.” She whispered to herself, desperately looking down at the number lit up on her cellphone. “Maybe he changed it? There’s no way he still had the same number after all these years.” She spoke aloud, the voice in her mind calling back “you still have the same number Betty Cooper.”

“Screw it.” The beautiful blonde pressed the green telephone and brought the phone to her ear, listening to the ringing.

“Betty.” The familar low drawl asked from the other line, it’s sounded almost frantic. Hopeful. Beautiful.

“Hi juggie.” She whispered.

A sharp gasp broke across the phone, a shuddering breath and then

“Are you okay? Where are you?! Archie said you lived in North Carolina now?! Is everything okay down there? I could get a plane.. let me check online.. stupid fucking apps on this phone…” he mumbled, Betty couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face when she heard the tapping of Jugheads fingers on his phone.

“No Jughead! I’m okay, I’m actually in Riverdale and well.. maybe I’m not okay. My car broke down, I have no tools to fix it and I can tell the transmission is blown but I can’t really get in there without..”

This time it was Jugheads turn to cut off Betty,
“where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

Betty closed her eyes, leaning against the tiny car and finally relaxing her shoulders as she let the tension and stress leave her body, this is what he did for her.. even after all these years she still felt safe at the mere sound of his voice.

It was only ten minutes later when a truck pulled down the road, Betty’s eyes widened when she saw the

“Jones Mechanics”

Sticker on the side of the truck. Since when had Jughead been interested in that? He owned a mechanics shop. She squinted against the harsh lights of the truck, standing before it, her hands extended and a soft smile filling her face. Of course this is how they would meet again after all these years. The damsel in distress.

Meanwhile Jughead was struck dumb, his eyes drawn only to the vision in front of him.

Illuminated by his headlights Betty was glowing, her soft blonde hair was long now, almost to her waist in perfectly smooth curls blowing gently with the wind, she had on sky high stilettos and a pencil skirt tighter than anything Jughead had ever seen, her long toned legs put on perfectly display as the simple white blouse she wore was unbuttoned dangerously low, stepping out of the car he admired the way she had filled out, curves running about her body, his eyes found her grassy green ones and everything he had ever felt instantly came flying back. God she was perfect, she always was and always would be.


Betty stepped towards him, admiring his broad shoulders and long wavy black hair, it was curling around his ears a bit now and added boyishness to his chiseled jaw and scruffy chin, the leather jacket he had on held the familiar Serpents Emblem and Betty did her very best to ignore that, choosing to wrap her arms around Jughead instead.

“I missed you Jughead Jones.” She whispered into his neck, relishing in the way he shuddered under her touch.

“Missed you too Betty Cooper.” He mumbled, twirling a strand of blond hair around his calloused finger.

When they finally pulled away after what felt like ages Jughead stepped back and observed the car.

“I’m not even gonna look, I trust you, you taught me everything I know. I’m just gonna hook her up to the back and we’ll get her to the shop.”
He walked to the back of his truck and pulled out cables.

Memories of hot summer nights, two teenagers covered in motor oil making love in FPs old green truck flew through Betty’s mind as she watched Jughead work effortlessly.

“Never thought I’d see the day. You’re a grease monkey Jones, how did this happen?” She teased, sitting shotgun in Jugheads truck

“Just took it up a few years ago, it was a way to stay close to..” he stopped abruptly, shaking his head, cheeks flushing “just like cars I guess.” He finished lamely, the true answer not lost on Betty. When Jughead hopped into the truck and put the keys in the ignition Betty fell into the worn leather seat, eyes closing slowly.

“Read your book. It was amazing. Always knew you could do it.” Jughead spoke suddenly, Bettys eyes flying open.

“Thankyou” she whispered. Every word in that book had been about him, she’d even dedicated it to him “to my Romeo” the first page had read.

“Jughead I… I missed you.” She broke the silence, her hand dropping on his thigh as she took a watery breath “I miss you everyday. Everyday I write more and more and I think of you 24/7 I want… I want to be here. With you. I want you to edit my writing, I want to read yours again because I know you’re still writing. I want to be here.” She choked out as Jughead pulled over, shifting in his seat to stare at her.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home. He started, Betty gasped, her eyes widening “I’ve waited five years for you to come home. To come back to me. I opened the mechanics shop because I knew you would come back, you love fixing cars and I love… I love you. If you’re ready, truly ready to come home. I’m right here. I always will be. No matter how long I have to wait.” His voice was strong and serious, his gaze never moving from her face as his hands came to cup her cheeks

“I love you Betty Cooper. Always have. Always will.” He whispered before dropping his lips to hers, her fingers tangled in his hair as his found their way under her top. With his lips on hers betty sighed into his mouth

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teasdays  asked:

Hi please PLEASE talk to me abt the socioeconomic state of japan in bnh verse I am SO interested to hear ur thoughts? I'm a poli theory major and let me tell u im a SLUT for fic that deal w the political/social repercussions of fictional happenings

sure thing! 

disclaimer: i only just graduated high school so i’m pulling all of this out of my ass one semester of macroeconomics i took in senior year. feel free to add onto or correct any of this 

edit: if anyone wants to use this for reference when writing boku no hero japan, feel free! i’d appreciate any credit, but it’s not necessary. 

what really got me thinking about the socioeconomic state of boku no hero japan was probably the difference between orudera junior high (bakugou and izuku’s school) vs. yuuei, both of which are in the same city, musutafu. orudera junior high gives off the feeling of a school that’s a bit run down; not terrible enough that it obstructs the kids’ education, but enough that you think the school probably can’t afford to keep it in good repair. 

here’s a screenshot of bakugou and izuku’s classroom:

and then here’s izuku’s desk, which has details indicating that it’s in slight disrepair: 

if you go back through the chapters and look at the setting at yuuei, it’s spic-n-span. just super clean and well-kept. it’s an entire world of difference… so already there is this huge disparity between the junior high school in izuku’s neighborhood, and yuuei, which is a 40 minute subway ride away (chapter 3).

makes sense that yuuei would be so nice and expensive if it’s the most prestigious hero academy in the country, right? but there’s more details too, like this brief exchange between bakugou & iida right at the very beginning: 

bakugou’s resentful comment about iida being an “elite” really only makes sense to me in the context of economic disparity. let’s infer that soumei junior high is better funded, better equipped, better everything in general. of course bakugou will resent iida for that, especially coming from the more ill-maintained orudera junior high. the difference in their economic status is already apparent. 

this isn’t even going into the difference between yaoyorozu’s incredibly rich status vs the rest of the class vs uraraka, who has decided to become a hero because she wants the financial security, and who also lives in an apartment by herself and skips meals to save on money. so even within the class itself there’s a huuuge difference in economic status. 

you could just think of it as the individual circumstances of the characters, but i think it’s more of a systematic problem – see, again, the difference in infrastructure quality between the different schools (the public school is not doing so great but yuuei is doing fantastic). maybe the city is poor, or maybe all of its funds go towards repairing the constant property damage from villain attacks, or maybe there’s just some areas they don’t care to maintain. either way: just by traversing different parts of the city you’ll probably see big differences in how well the neighborhoods are kept. 

and now, for a different question: if this is the golden age of peace, why are there still so many villain fights? 

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Words: 3283

Warnings: none

Description: You’ve never met your father, so you finally make the decision to go meet him in Korea. But what you found there was more than just a father.

Prologue [01] [02]

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You stood at the door, heart on your sleeve, along with your birth certificate in your hands.

You didn’t get it, when you were in the apartment you rented, you were so confident. You practiced this several time in the mirror, just to make sure it was perfect.

But now, now that you were standing in front of the door, you were nervous.

What if he slams the door in your face? What if he doesn’t like you?

“God, I’m such an idiot! Why’d I come here in the first place?” You thought to yourself.

You really want him to accept you, but what if he doesn’t? What if everything ends up badly and he never wants to see you again?

How would you feel if you had a happy family and then some random girl came knocking at your door saying that you were her father? Wouldn’t that be so confusing?

You raised your hand to the doorbell, about to press on it, but you stopped yourself.

Did you really want to do this? Of course you did, you were just scared of rejection.

If he rejected you, what would you do? Go home and cry? Probably.

You didn’t care. You needed to see him. Whether he rejected you or not, you wanted to see him, and you wanted him to know that you’re his daughter.

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lazilydeepcoffee  asked:

(please bear with me) Okay, so, I'm a 15 year old freshman in highschool, and I've wanting to create some sort of series, whether it be a comic, or something else for a few years. I haven't too serious about it, but after one my of my friends showed me your video, for some reason, i was especially inspired. Now, I already have one character... but that's all i got. How did you come up with the things in your film? And did you ever experience "writer's block"? and if so, how did you deal with it?

No worries dude!  So okay, I’m gonna’ be honest, when I read this, I was hit with such a weird mix of, like, “god this is literally impossible to answer”, and “man I remember feeling that way when I was 15″.  So I guess the best thing I could do is elaborate.

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thegreatfallout  asked:

Since I'm a young person :) companions react to a 18 year old Sole having a crush on them? Them maybe feeling something towards Sole?

This reminds me of those shoujo manga where the student falls in love with the teacher (I’m really talking about daytime shooting star here) also I kinda skimped out on the whole, eventually feeling something for them, because they were starting to get too long and also I needa sleep lol, sorry;;

Cait: Straight up laughed in their face. Cait honest to god thought they were joking when Sole told her of how they thought of her. After a laugh, she noted the serious look on their face and realized that they weren’t joking at all. She calmed herself down and swallowed hard. “Wait yer serious aren’tcha..?” Sole just nodded and Cait was almost astonished. “Ye do realize we’re,” she counted the numbers with her fingers, “8 years apart right?” Immediately after she said that out loud she knew that it didn’t matter to them. All she could do was sigh and coolly tell them to not get ahead of themselves; a thing she would eventually come to regret saying. 

Curie: Curie was a nervous wreck when Sole told her they liked her. She felt an entire array of feelings, her face was warm, her heart was pumping, and Sole waited patiently for an answer. She felt like she was at a loss for words. “Excuse me but, don’t think you’re kind of young?” Sole explained to her that their age didn’t really matter, and that it didn’t change anything about they felt about her. Their enthusiasm spoke to her, all she could do was fall silent and think to herself. Curie could never outwardly refuse something without trying it, so what she did tell them, was that she didn’t have any feelings for them yet, but if they were willing to be patient, she might get there. 

Codsworth: Flattered but politely refuses.

Danse: As soon as Sole told Danse their feelings about him, he was taken aback, and it showed on his face. He was clearly embarrassed and confused. It took him awhile to reply, but once he did he had to clear his throat beforehand. “Look, soldier, I don’t, really know what to tell you..” Danse paused a lot. He looked at Sole, who already had a look of remorse; because of their expression he had a really hard time keeping eye contact. “You’re still, very young. It might, be for the best if you found someone around your own age.” They were absolutely crushed, and Danse knew it. He told them he would still be willing to travel with them, which they were okay with as well. Danse eventually learned more about them, and his own thoughts about them changed. Every now and then he made sure to tell them he appreciated their company, and everything they did. He never went any farther than that though, he didn’t want to go back on what he said. 

Deacon: Deacon’s mouth was hanging open, as if he had no control over it. Sole had just told him that they had feelings for him and all he could do was give them a stupid look. “This is some weird joke right..?” They shook their head, and said that they really meant it. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, “okay sure, let’s say I did feel the same. Are you completely sure you’d want to run with a guy like me? I’m built on lies.” Sole absolutely and positively knew how they felt about him was real, and they made sure to tell him so. He didn’t want to flat out reject them, but he didn’t want to feed into the idea either. “You’re still young, maybe you just don’t have enough experience with this kind of thing. Maybe you should think this over more, then we can have an adult chat about this, alright?” 

Dogmeat: He already loves them!

Gage: “Boss quit messin’ around, we’ve got stuff to do.” Sole didn’t reply, rather just looked at Gage hard. After awhile of silence he looked at them and saw just how serious they were. It never bothered him that he was taking orders from someone younger than him. With raiders it didn’t really matter what age you were, as long as you were smart and tough, then you could lead just about anyone and everyone. He didn’t say anything for a long time, he just held eye contact with them. “Are you sure about this?” Sole was sure. Another moment of silence fell over them. “You did take our ages into account right..?” Sole again, confirmed. Gage just kept asking them questions, low key trying to avoid giving them a straight answer. Eventually he succeeded in averting their thoughts to something else and entirely avoided the subject. 

Hancock: “Listen kid, I don’t have anything against you but you’ve really got a lot to learn yet.” A quote that Hancock would remind himself of later on in his and Sole’s relationship. At the time Sole just accepted it as a ‘no thank you,’ from him, but now that Hancock had been traveling with them for so long, basically all he could say to himself was, “fuck.”

MacCready: After Sole had confessed their feelings to MacCready, he was taken by surprised and all he could do was laugh nervously and avoid eye contact. He felt a little weird about it considering they were some years younger than he was. The best reply he could come up with was, “I don’t really know what kind of people you liked before were like, but I really don’t think I’m the best guy for you, at least not right now.” Regardless of seeming crushed, Sole still wanted to travel with him which was alright. During this time, he started noticing more things about them like their quirks and such. After a long time he had to come to the decision that he liked them too, at which point he just kept thinking to himself, “okay well I’m only 22, so that isn’t, the biggest stretch…” 

Nick: “Kid we’re light years apart.” Nick was blunt with them. “You can literally see how much I’ve been through, and here you are, young and fresh.” Sole insisted that this changed nothing. Nick didn’t know how he could let them down gently, so he just out and said what he needed to. “I’m going to be honest with you because I think you can handle it. I don’t think that a relationship between us would work out, just because of our differences.” Sole agreed to some degree, but begged him to give them a chance. Nick was reluctant, but he agreed. Being with someone for a lot of time can change how you see them, which was something that Nick sure learned while traveling with Sole. 

Piper: “Whoa..” was all Piper could utter when Sole told her they liked her. She was caught off guard and didn’t know how to react. “You’re uh, you’re like 18 right?” Sole told her she was correct. Piper rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand, “Jeez, this is legal right..?” Her cheeks were tinted red, and you could see just how nervous she was. “Blue, it doesn’t even feel like we’ve been together long enough for you to be saying this, maybe you should think this through.” Sole was dead set on their feelings, and they made sure to tell her. She didn’t know how to handle the situation, so instead she asked if they could talk about it later. 

Preston: Never once did Preston laugh at Sole for telling him that they liked him. He treated them the way they deserved to be treated; seriously. He looked them right in the eyes and told him that he was just a little uncomfortable with their age difference. Sole understood that, but told him they were willing to wait for him to develop feelings for them. Preston respected Sole tremendously, and told them that he didn’t like them now, but maybe he could later on. Which he actually did end up doing. 

Strong: What the hell is a crush.. like, crushing things with your bare hands? Strong’s on board!

X6-88: “You’re 18. This might not be a good idea.” X6 was straight forward and didn’t think twice about what he was saying. Sole insisted that their age didn’t matter. He gave them the faintest look of surprise, because of how sure they were. “I think you’re an exceptional person, but I do not have feelings for you as is.” He made it a point to tell them that this exchange didn’t change anything for him, and that he was still willing to travel with them regardless of how they felt about him. 

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SPN Hiatus Creations || Week Sixteen: Subtext
 ↳ John Winchester did the best he could.
                                  subtext being his best was absolute crap.


I know we as the SPN fandom like our subtext to be of homoerotic nature, but I thought I try something different.
I’m not sure if this even qualifies. probably not.
but let’s all pretend it does

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I'm With you (Namjoon x Reader)

Genre : bit of angsts and fluff Summary : you’re best friends with Kim Namjoon for years and you have a crush on him all this time. The so much times you spend with Jungkook makes him jealous and unexpectedly confesses to you. Warning : a bit of cursing and smut…??? Hey guys. This is my first time posting fanfic in tumblr. Please give some love!! ❤❤ ************************

“Oppa, I’m going to grab some coffee, do you want some?” you asked Namjoon as you entered his studio, a coat and a wallet are ready in your hand.

Namjoon turned to face you on his seat and said, “I think so. You’re going by yourself?” he furrowed his brows.

“Of course. You want the usual?”

“Y/N it’s already 9 pm. Ask someone to go there with you. I want to go with you but I have so many ideas going inside my head and need to write it down to finish this song, if I get out of this room they will poof right away.”

“Poof right away?” you chuckled. “Your choice of words are sometimes interesting. But seriously though, I always go by myself, you just don’t know. I’ll be fine, trust me.”

He thought about it for a few seconds before he said, “Okay, but call me when you get there.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oppa, the coffee shop is literally just a few blocks from here, why–” you stopped talking when you saw him glare at you which meant it wasn’t up for a negotiation. You sighed, “Okay okay.. I’ll buy you the usual, okay? 갈게 (I’m going)”

“잠깐만! (Wait!)” he suddenly said, rushing to the sofa where his coat was placed and took a thick scarf before walking to you. “Here, wear this. It’s really cold outside, I don’t want you to get sick.” he said as he put his scarf around your neck.

You were a bit flushed when he did it, an effect you always get when he was really close to you, also another effect of you liking Namjoon so much, not just as friends.
“아 맞다, 고마워요. 난 진짜 갈게 지금. (Ah right, thank you. I’m really going now.)” You said to him without meeting his eyes because after that Namjoon said, “응 내 동생이 (Yes my little sister).”

That’s right, you’re always gonna be his little sister. You’re always gonne be his bestfriend. Even when you wanted to be more with him.

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“Oppa, I really have to go now. 약속 있어요 (I have a promise/appointment).” You said to him a few days later when you were in his studio.

“Oh you have an appointment? You get another composing job?” he asked without getting his eyes off of his computer.

“It’s not like that. I promised someone to go watch a movie together.”

He stopped for a second before facing you. “그래? 누구랑? (Really? With who?)”

You were just about to tell him it was none of his business when the person you have a promise with burst in into the studio.

“형! (Hyung!) I’m sorry to disturb both of your time on writing music but Y/N have promised to go watch a movie together with me weeks before you even get this task. I’m borrowing your bestfriend for the night okay hyung?” Jungkook chuckled.

“It’s Jungkook-ah? You’re going with Jungkook-ah?” Namjoon asked you, ignoring Jungkook who was still waiting by the door.

“So…?” you furrowed your brows.

“So… You didn’t tell me? He said you made the promise weeks ago.”

“Hyung, she’s the same age as me. Don’t worry I’ll take care of her. She doesn’t need your permission first, right Y/N?” Jungkook said to Namjoon in a teasing tone then winked at you.

You blushed bit red. Even though you saw the members every day you still cannot help but blush everytime someone as handsome as Jeon Jungkook winked at you.

Namjoon saw it.

“I’m her… Her… Her bestfriend. And I’m like a big brother to her, she doesn’t need my permission but she could at least tell me.” Namjoon said, suddenly rising his voice as if he was mad.

“Come on, hyung, it’s just me. You know I’ll take care of her.” Jungkook convinced him.

Oh but that was what Namjoon most scared of, that Jungkook would take care of you so well that you would start falling for Jungkook. He couldn’t afford that. He liked you too much. He knew you liked him too but he never showed it because he was scared it would somehow ruin your friendship. Namjoon didn’t want you to stop liking him. He loved the feeling too much. He loved you.

“That’s right, oppa. I have finished my part here anyway, I can go now. You should go too, have some fun.” You said to Namjoon. It killed you to tell him to have some fun but you couldn’t help it.

You were waiting for Namjoon to tell you no, you should not go. If he said you shouldn’t, you would’ve canceled it. But after a few moment of silence Namjoon said, “Fine. 그냥 가. (Just go).”

It irked you so much when he said that. You two have been bestfriends for years. You know what he looked like when he was upset, he looked very upset now. And you couldn’t help but thought that he was upset because he was jealous.

“I know my bestfriend needs a fresh air.” Namjoon said again.

Jealous? As if.

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The weeks after that day gone by awkwardly between Namjoon and you. And somehow, Jungkook was always there with you when you were in a bad mood because of Namjoon, and he suddenly asked you to go somewhere with him so much: to buy a new shoes, to grocery shopping, a treat of ice cream down the block, night strolling around the park. You were almost sure that Jungkook had a crush on you IF he didn’t tell you about the girl he had a crush on that lived beside his apartment, he always asked you opinions on how to ask her out and told you updates everytime he met her. He even showed you the photo of them together when he asked her to go out for the first time.

But one day, Namjoon seemed like he was in a very bad mood, even when he was practicing with other members. He scolded them so much that sometimes you saw them giving death glares to Namjoon. That night you have to finish a song with him and Yoongi in his studio. And because Jungkook had been producing such good lyrics, Jungkook was also there. The air inside the studio never felt so tight and intense somehow.

“You know what? I’m not the kind of person to give up but I literally haven’t slept for 5 days straight and my head feels like it’s going to fall of my neck and explode.” Yoongi said when the time strucked midnight.

Jungkook, who was sitting beside you on the sofa said with his fingers playing with your long locks of hair, “Go to sleep, hyung. You really look beat. We’ll take care of it from here.”

Namjoon was eyeing Jungkook’s fingers on your hair from the corner of his eyes but you tried to ignore it because Yoongi just stood up and you were afraid he would actually pass out on the floor.

“I’ll go with you, hyung,” Jungkook said to Yoongi because he had the same concern as you. “I need to get some coffee anyways. You want some, Y/N?”

“Yeah I’ll just go with you–” you were just about to stand up before Namjoon suddenly said, “Y/N, sit down. We have to finish this song.”

“But I’m just going to get coffee from the kitchen–”

“Sit. Down.” Namjoon said again, his voice so low you were actually afraid of it. He never made you scared like this. So you followed his order.

Yoongi and Jungkook got out of the studio and closed the door, leaving you alone with Namjoon. You two were never this awkward, it was actually killing you. You didn’t know what was wrong but you were afraid this was all your fault. You were thinking about it with your head down, looking at the soft carpet on Namjoon’s studio. You were lost in your thought easily because Namjoon was suddenly dead silent too.

You were just about to say what’s wrong with the two of them and raise your head when suddenly a pair of warm lips crashed into yours. You were so shocked before you realized they were Namjoon’s. His big hands were cupping your face, so warm and manly yet so soft on your skin. His eyes were closed tight when yours were wide opened in shock before he tried to make you respond by biting your lips. You let out a tiny yelp but then a soft sigh when he soothed the bite with his tongue. Then you just go with the flow, closing your eyes and bringing your hands to his chest, relishing the feeling of his kiss before you finally realized what the two of you were doing.

You pushed him away so hard he went back to sit on his studio chair in shock.

His eyes were wide, surprised, like he also just realized what he did. He stuttered, “Oh my… Y/N.. Y/N I’m so sorry I didn’t know… I didn’t know what’s gotten into me..” he continued talking but you couldn’t consentrate to his words becausw your eyes kept following his swollen lips that you just kissed.

When you focused on his words again he was saying “…I promised it won’t happen aga–” before he finished it you lunged from the sofa to him and kissed him hard, cupping his face just like what he did to you minutes ago.

He instantly responded your kiss by biting and pulling your lips, one of his hands bringing you closer by the hips and the other on your nape to make your kiss deeper. He stood up from the chair and you were suddenly flying from the floor, he gripped you so tight in his arms and brought you to the sofa with him without breaking the kiss.

His lips was firm on yours, but they were soft at the same time. They tasted like the coffee you always bought for him every morning, your favorite taste. Now your favorite taste can be tasted from his lips, from your favorite person in thw world. He kept teasing you on the kiss, teeth pulling and biting, tounge stroking and licking. He felt hot and cold at the same time. Hot because his kiss was very persistent, you were also very persistent. Cold because the touch he gave you made you shiver in pleasure.

He groaned out loud when you dared to grind on him. “I was so fucking jealous of Jungkook these past few weeks it drives me insane. Why do you have to go out with him?”

He was still kissing you so you talk only when he gave you some air. “So that’s what happened to you? You’re jealous?”

“Fucking A. What did you expect me to do? Giving you a congrats with Jungkook?”

Namjoon started peppering kisses down your throat. “Well, I didn’t expect you to kiss me.”

“I also didn’t expect you to fell out of ‘like’ with me for Jungkook.”

You pushed him off of you a little bit in surprise. “Wait, you know? You know I like you this whole time?”

“Of course I know. You were not very discreet about it. I know you steal glances at me when I’m not seeing. I know you asked the barista to give a little bit more cream in my coffee because that’s how I like it. I know it all.” He smirked. This goddamn cutie dare to smirk.

“And you like me too all this time? Not as friends?”

“Since day one, babe. Since day one.”

Aside from getting a jump on your heart because it was the first time you heard him call you ‘babe’, you were still annoyed, so you hit him in the head. “You bastard! You should’ve told me! It would save us from these weeks full of hell!”

You hit him again but he just laughed. “Hell as in we didn’t talk that much? Do you miss me that much?”

You groaned out loud while kept hitting him on the shoulder and chest, both of you still on the sofa with him on top of you. “Aargghhh I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.”

He laughed again, dodging your hits. “No, lady. You love me.”

You sighed finally and said, “Yeah, I love you.”

His laugh stopped. “Wait, you love me. You love me?”

“I can’t help it. I like you too much and we’ve been bestfriends for so long.”

He smiled wide. “Oh my God, this might sound cheesy but I love you too.” He gave you tiny kisses on the lips. “I should’ve confessed to you sooner, we must have been a couple from so long and saves us the heartaches.”

“You bet, Kim.” You rolled your eyes but he started kissing you deeply again and you smiled on the kiss.

The door of the studio was suddenly banged open, you too were too surprised to get out of each other embraces, only stopping the kiss and looked at who opened the door.

It was Jungkook.

“Finally!” Jungkook said. “I was so tired of seeing you two longing at each other for years. And now you two finally say your feelings out! I’m glad. I’m also worried for the last few weeks, I thought Namjoon hyung would burn in jealousy and kill me. Thank God you guys decided to tell each other sooner or I would be dead by now.”

Namjoon stared at Jungkook, “You planned this?!”

Jungkook shrugged. “Well, not just me. Other members also planned this. They just think I’m a great bait because I’m the same age as Y/N. Don’t worry, I’m not asking her to go anywhere with me together because I have a crush on her. She’s yours, you know. ‘Since day one’” he mimicked Namjoon.

“You rascal!” Namjoon threw a cushion to him just as he ran out of the studio and closed the door. But the two of you could hear him yelled “At least she’s with you now, hyung!”

Namjoon looked at you when it finally went silent. “Yes, at least you’re with me now.”

You caressed his cheek and peck his lips softly. “I’ve been with you all this time, Namjoon.”

***The End***

Fate, Luck, and Love

Prompt:  Sometimes you need a little bit of scheming to make two people fall in love. Soulmate AU.

Pairing: Oak x reader

A/N: Day 7. It’s been real guys. Thanks for all the support and love. I appreciate all of you.



Fate had the responsibility to weave lives together and make sure that separated souls would find their way back to each other. However, there was one limitation: she couldn’t intervene with their lives, no matter how much she wanted to. Time had to run its course.

 

She’d never seen two unfortunate souls such as theirs. Perhaps it was her nurturing side– they were her very first pair of souls she matched after all – but she couldn’t help but dote on the two. They were perfect for each other. Her: outspoken and strong-willed. Him: kind and witty. But for whatever reason, they had yet to find each other.

 

She solemnly watched as centuries passed, mourning the times where they were so close but yet so far.

 

The first time they met, she was slaughtered by his people. He was an explorer of sorts, sent to discover new land and resources. She happened to be in the clearing they found, dressed in clothes they’ve never seen. She panicked, screamed obscenities in her language and as she turned to escape and tell her people of their arrival, one of his men fired a bullet from their weapons and killed her.

 

The next time they met, she was a servant. His wife, a jealous woman, who took notice of his partiality towards her, had her sold to a different home.

 

The third time they met, he was a politician. James Madison was his name, if she remembered correctly. The poor girl was too shy to confess her love to him and so he married a wealthy socialite instead. He prospered in his career while she admired him from afar.

 

The fourth time they met, it was almost the happy ending Fate wanted. She was a nurse and he was a soldier. They met at a bar, married, and just as she was to give birth to their son, he was killed in a battle across the sea.

 

The most recent time they met, their love was taboo. She never understood why it was wrong for two men to love each other. Fate was unhappy that after their short affair; they moved on and lived the rest of their lives, married to women that they did not love.

 

Fate frowned.

 

Perhaps it was time to visit Fortuna and Venus.

 


Present Day

Oak watched, impressed, as a woman zoomed past him and continued to weave through the crowd on her skateboard.

“Oh fuck!” she screeched when a woman in front of her decided to stop and bend down to tie her shoe.

She jumped off her skateboard, avoiding the imminent collision with the woman, but couldn’t seem to gather her balance from the sudden change in momentum. She stumbled, falling to the ground, but prevented herself from falling face first by sticking out her hands to catch herself. Unfortunately, her cup of coffee was crushed in the process.

Oak, frustrated that none of the people who passed by her bothered to check on her, quickly rushed to her side. “Hey, that was quite a fall. Are you alright?”

To his surprise, she jumped up to her feet, wiped away the dirt on her jeans, and ran to stop her skateboard from rolling down the street.

The woman who was tying her shoes spun to give the girl a glare. “Hey watch where you’re going, will you?”

“Who fucking decides to suddenly tie their shoe in the middle of the sidewalk anyways?” she replies venomously, stepping forward to the woman.

“Maybe a normal person?!”

Oak stood in between the two women. “Alright, alright, cut it out,” he says, “you guys are causing a commotion.”

The older woman harrumphed, mumbling something under her breath, but then turned to leave. Oak sighed in relief and turned to the fuming girl behind him. She shook a fist at the woman walking away and he couldn’t help but laugh. What kind of person in this day and age did that gesture anymore?

“Oh damn it,” she cursed once she’d gotten a good look at her squashed coffee cup, “happy fucking Monday to me.”

“Are you okay?” Oak asked tentatively, not too sure if he made the best decision to approach her. She seemed…crazy.

“I – sorry,” she mumbled, relaxing when she saw the look on his face, “I haven’t had the best morning.”

“It’s alright,” he replied, “we all have those days.”

She smiled. “I feel like I have more of these type of days than the good days.”

Oak liked her smile; it softened her features and made her seem less intimidating. “Well I hope today gets better for you,” he said sincerely.

Her smile got bigger and for some strange reason, Oak couldn’t seem to make himself leave. She was definitely cute, albeit odd and foul-mouthed, but there was something about her that made him feel like he’d met her before. Perhaps she was a friend of Anthony’s or Jasmine’s? She seemed like she would know them.

“My name is Y/N, by the way,” she said, tucking her skateboard under her armpit before she stuck her hand out for him to shake.

He laughed and took her hand. “My name is Oak.”

“Oak? Like the tree? Is it because you’re huge or something?” she blurted out as she looked at his crotch.

Oak stifled a laugh. “What?”

She yanked her hand out of his hold and slapped it over her mouth. “I, fuck, I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud? I just meant that you looked big,” she blushed, “like, tall. You’re tall… and I swear I’m not a pervert.”

Oak threw his head back and laughed, amused. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

She let out a squeak and, if it was possible, turned redder. “I didn’t mean it like that – “

“Relax, Y/N,” Oak interrupted her, “I knew what you meant. I was just teasing you.”

“Have we met before?” she asked after a moment of silence.

So she felt it too.

Normally, he didn’t approach strangers, let alone have a conversation with them. But with her, the conversation came easy, as if they’ve known each other for centuries. It was peculiar, but he couldn’t ignore the connection he felt with her.

Oak looked up at the sky when he felt a droplet of rain hit his nose. “I know this is kind of crazy, but do you want to get some coffee with me?”

A smile slowly spreads across Y/N’s face. “I’d love to,” she replies, “and I think you’re right… My day is definitely turning out to be a good one.”


Fate looked up at a flash of lightning that streaked across the sky. The loud boom of thunder that followed made her wince.

Uh oh, He was mad.

 

She, along with Fortuna and Venus, had just broken a cardinal rule.

 

Fate laid the plans for them to meet.

 

Fortuna made sure that it happened.

 

Venus made sure that the attraction was there.

 

“I really like this place,” Fortuna hummed, blowing a kiss at a man who stopped walking to stare at her beauty, “we should come down and visit more.”

 

Another bolt of thunder, this one much louder than the last, cut through their conversation.

 

“Alright, that’s our cue,” Fate sighs, “maybe Venus can convince Him for a lesser punishment.”

 

She ignored Venus’s haughty reply and turned to look at the couple, smiling when she saw them running down the street to avoid the rain.

 

She had a feeling that this time, the two would finally have the happy ending they deserved.