it was just 2 asks that were simply asking what their ages were

Scumbag Aunt ripped off my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business and had the IRS financially ruin her.

This is going to be long, so TL; DR; Aunt screwed over my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business, got parents wise on the fraud and eventually reported her to the IRS. The long dick of the IRS bankrupted her and her husband and now they are destitute and too old to work. 


This happened about 5 years ago. My Grandma was getting old, late 80s/early 90s. She had one wish, to not die in a senior home. Easily done as my Grandpa sold some assets way back when, then invested the money and let it ride for 30+ years; he never touched it and collected a pension.

Way back when my Grandpa died, (about 10 years before this), my Grandma appointed my dad, this shitty aunt and my uncle as the Trustees of the trust. Basically the trusted advisors for her and her care for the foreseeable future. All was well in the beginning, then my dad (Willy) moved further away and couldn’t take care of the day to day upkeep as the Trustee and to see that my grandma was ok. My aunt (Rebecca) told her that she and my uncle (Fred, who lived in Arizona) could take over and all would be fine. It was fine for a while.

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“Your ass looks great.” “Will you fuck off for a second?”

“You’ve really fucked me over this time.”

“Please let me in.”

genre: fuckboi!jungkook, roommate!jungkook, possibly smut in the future? angstish for now tbh

How you ended up with the world’s biggest fuckboy as your roommate, you don’t know; actually you did but still why you stayed you don’t know. This was seriously one of the world’s wonders; there were no common interests or reasons we had to get along but somehow we both ended up in this place together. You had been placed in the same apartment thanks to your friend Jimin who was moving to his own place and he said he’d look for a roommate for you, you didn’t expect that guy to move the worst person he could possibly choose into your home.

“I’m sorry, okay? He needed a place to stay after getting kicked out of Youngjae’s place.”, Jimin sympathetically told you whilst you tried to enjoy a meal. “If they kicked out, what makes you think I want him?” “Come on, he’s like a younger brother to me, he’s your age. Give him a chance?” “He’s literally the worst, since the day I met him I’ve wanted to murder him.” “Jeez, you need to stop hanging out with Yoongi.” “Besides the point, Jimin.” “I’m sorry, just give him a chance, if you can’t stand him, just leave, come to me, I don’t care, but give it a go. I kinda do wanna live on my own now?” “Am I the problem?”, you asked unamused by his hectic argument. “No, no, it’s not you, it’s just easier to get to work and school from my new place. You’re always welcome over if you need to stay or something, don’t worry.” “Fine, this is all for you Park Jimin.”

The things you do for this guy; you had a soft spot for Jimin, he was like an older brother to you. The one you never had, he really needed a roommate and soon you became friends, that was after realising you guys had mutual friends. Well, now you were living with Jungkook for Jimin’s sake.


It wasn’t too bad at first, neither of you spoke to each other and when he did attempt to make conversation you would simply tell him: “Did we agree on talking at this time or am i hearing things?”, causing him to sigh and give up on trying to gain your friendship. Other times you were forced to speak to him, like when he was in front of the fridge, the stove, the microwave or the door. “Move out the way dickead.”, you told him after he was blocking the entrance to the bathroom. “That’s not how you pronounce Jungkook!”, he pouted as he dried his hair with a towel. “Was I trying to pronounce your name? I don’t think so and you’re still in the way!” “My apologies, my lady.” He would always attempt to joke around with you and be friendly, but you assumed he was doing so to be civil not to be friends with you after he dropped you and Isla back in high school, even if you weren’t friends with Isla anymore, it still sucked.

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***Can you believe we have to go through a 3 month hiatus until we get new episodes again? What to do on Mondays from now on? Well, I know it is not the same but how about reading some amazing Malec fics? Because there simply can’t be enough Malec love out there and somehow it makes the wait to see these two back on our screens a bit more bearable if you ask me.

Anyway, I hope you gonna enjoy this 4th edition as much as the previous ones. Again, a huge thank you to everyone who left notes and/or told me how much they enjoyed these recs. It’s very much appreciated, so yes, if you want me to continue doing this, let me know, okay? Have fun reading!***


KISS WITH A FIST by @clockworkswans [ M | AU | 225k | WIP | Kiss With A Fist universe #1 ]

When agent Alec Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect much trouble. Of course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful assassin who lands him in a whole load of trouble.
Enter Magnus Bane: an assassin turned thief who reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The Clave - after he pisses off a very important and powerful crime boss, Valentine Morgenstern.
In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the two put aside their differences and work together?
Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus, doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. (but not really).


WILD LIFE by @crazyellephantrambles [ not rated | AU | 69k | complete ]

Alec Lightwood likes to go on road trips. He doesn’t pick up hitchhikers. But the one time he does, it’s Magnus. He’s in for an adventure or maybe even fall in love.


ANYTHING by @baneismyexistence [ M | 36.2k | complete | Anything verse #1 ]

Magnus would do anything for Alec, and Alec doesn’t know what to do with that.


EVERYTHING by @baneismyexistence [ M | 70k | complete | Anything verse #2 ]

With Valentine still at large, a crisis threatens to split the Shadow World in two, testing the loyalties of everyone on both sides of the line. But choosing between duty and honor, family and love is never easy, especially when war is on the horizon.


AND YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MINE TOO by @magicandarchery [ E | AU | 10.4k | WIP ]

New graduates and best friends Magnus and Alec have both graduated from the University of Idris with top honors. Graduation and family expectations, however, carved out two very different paths for their lives.

Making the age-old promise on graduation night to get married if they were still single by thirty had been an easy agreement to make. There was no chance it would, or even could, ever possibly happen. It simply wasn’t legal.

When Magnus coincidentally re-enters Alec’s life eight years later, each are confronted with the unsettled reality of their lives, and the rekindling of long-buried feelings for the other. They decide to reinstate the promise they had made as motivation to get back into the dating scene.

But can they push aside their own feelings for each other as they go on this journey of finding true love?

Or: the “Single by 30” Malec AU that nobody asked for.


STAR WARS: A SEARCH FOR JUSTICE by @sweetillusionketz [ M | AU | 9.8k | WIP ]

After the MORTAL WAR that wiped out the JEDI ORDER and the reconstruction of THE CLAVE to govern the galaxy, military force, THE CIRCLE, has been monitoring planets for any trace of remaining intergalactic terrorism and obliterating possible threats under the name of peace. Each strike leaves death and destruction behind.

Former Senator, General Luke Garroway, leads the DOWNWORLDER RESISTANCE, a counterpoint to the Circle, in hope of finding enough evidence of abuse of power to dismantle the organisation and restore real peace and justice to the galaxy.

In order to do so, Luke has sent Izzy Lightwood, his most daring pilot, and the mysterious Magnus Bane to search for survivors of the last attack…


FANTASY by @theonetruenorth [ E | PWP | 3.5k | complete | Shadowhunters Headcanons #20 ]

“Mhmm,” Magnus hummed as they broke apart and he rocked his hips minutely, the slight movement enough to make them both shiver. “This is getting dangerously close to one of my fantasies, so maybe we should stop, if you don’t want this to go any further.”

“What fantasy?” Alec murmured, craning his neck up again to brush his lips against Magnus’ but the warlock teasingly moved just out of reach.

“Well,” Magnus started, looking at Alec through half-closed eyes and with a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “I have never had sex inside the Institute.”


BLUE EXTRAVAGANCE by Hobbit69 [ E | AU | 27.8k | complete | Blue Steel Series #5 ]

When Detective Alexander Lightwood-Bane is called to the site of a bizarre murder, he doesn’t expect to recognize the victim, but that’s exactly what happens. Alec met the wealthy entrepreneur at an event with his husband, the flamboyant and enormously wealthy Magnus Lightwood-Bane. When a second victim is found, Alec and his partner, Jace Herondale, realize that their killer has a “type.” Unfortunately, Magnus just so happens to fit that type.


IT’S TIME TO LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY, BROTHER DEAREST by @themagnusbane [ E | AU | 83.4k | complete ]

Magnus Bane is a famous stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love with him after one dance. The feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he meets the freshly turned twenty-one year old Alec lightwood, he can’t take his eyes off him, and they find themselves in love quicker than they expected.


WE CAN SOLVE THIS TOGETHER by @softshumjr [ E | AU | 58.9k | WIP ]

Alec and Magnus have been friends since high school. They both love each other but are afraid to say anything because they believe the other one doesn’t feel the same way and it’ll ruin their friendship.

Alec and Jace are working on an overdose case and are stuck. Can Magnus be the one to help them solve the case?


UNKISS ME by @sweetillusionketz [ G | AU | 11.3k | complete ]

Magnus Bane loved New York. I mean, what other city in the world held Christmas raves?

He especially loved it when he managed to convince Ragnor and Catarina to join him. Spending time with your chosen family during the holidays was the best thing in the world.

The only thing that could make it even better, however, would be getting to know that very attractive stranger that just wouldn’t take his eyes off Magnus. Tall, dark and handsome was just what Magnus wanted to end his amazing night.

All he needed was an opportunity and it came, in the form of a well-placed mistletoe.


MERRY CHRISTMAS, DOCTOR LIGHTWOOD by @softdaddario [ T | AU | 3.1k | complete ]

Magnus Bane agreed to volunteer at a children’s hospital on Christmas Eve, wanting to help make sure the kids got the most wonderful evening. Turned out the kids weren’t the only one who were gonna have a merry Christmas, Magnus realised when he met the young Doctor Lightwood during his time at the hospital.


MERRY CHRISTMAS, ALEXANDER by @slaymemakoto [ E | PWP | 1.8k | complete ]

A one shot in which Alec gets the living daylights fucked out of him and Magnus is sure that everyone in the building is aware of exactly what Christmas Eve activities the pair are indulging in.


JUST WHAT I NEED by @alyxhavok [ T | 3.6k | complete ]

Magnus has a surprise for Alec, and the rest of his family…


YOU PROTECTED ME by @everydayisonfire [ E | PWP | 3k | complete ]

Post Winter-finale.
Inspired by this:

“anyways magnus totally had alec’s omamori with him that’s how he managed to be safe”


IT’S CLOSE TO MIDNIGHT, AND SOMETHING EVIL’S LURKING IN THE DARK by @lightwoodlesbians [ G | AU | 1.8k | complete ]

or, the ’i sneaked into this huge house party for some free alcohol but you asked me how i knew the host and the first excuse i could think of was that i’m dating their sibling, so i basically just lied to you about going out with you’ au


LET’S PLAY by @laurenkmyers [ E | 2.5k | complete ]

Malec’s first date gets sexy. Expect semi-public pool table sex.


IF YOU CAN’T FIND THE ONE BEING HUSTLED IN THE POOL HALL… by @quitemagicalbane [ G | 328 | complete ]

“Make the shot then.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, so make it.”


THUNDER’S GETTING LOUDER by @spanglepup [ E | 6.4k | complete | The Boundless Saga #3 ]

For once in his life, Alec decides to take something for himself. He forgets that everything comes with a cost.


THE IMPORTANCE OF PANCAKES by @lecrit [ T | 2.2k | complete ]

Based on the prompt: “I would like a cute Alec and Magnus day in where they cuddle and talk a bit about the future and a second scene where it’s the future and they have their two sons”


WAKE ME GENTLY by @ithilien-writes [ E | 1.7k | complete ]

Magnus rarely (if ever) wakes before Alec, but this time he has… intentions.


FIRST TIME ALEC TOPS by @theonetruenorth [ E | 1.9k | complete | Shadowhunters Headcanons #9 ]

Somehow, they end up with Alec flat on his back and Magnus straddling him, his hands cradling Alec’s jaw while his tongue explores the nephilim’s mouth. It’s a slow, lazy, and unhurried kiss. The kind of kiss that says ‘there isn’t anywhere else I would rather be right now’ and ‘I want to explore every inch of your body’ and ‘I love you’.


CHAIN YOU UP by WholockedHunter [ E | 3.6k | complete ]

Magnus and Alec are having some kinky sex …


CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF OF YOU by @deepbutdazzlingdarkness [ E | PWP | 2.1k | complete | The Thirst Is Real #3 ]

If Magnus were more alert, he probably would’ve recognized the obvious signs of someone being in the loft: the boots by the front door, the leather jacket laying on the couch, the empty wine glass sitting on his drink cart, but as it is, he doesn’t notice anything off until he’s standing right in front of his bedroom door and realizes the light is on.


I NEED YOU SO MUCH CLOSER by @deepbutdazzlingdarkness [ E | 5.2k | complete | The Thirst Is Real #4 ]

Work has been keeping Alec and Magnus apart for a couple of weeks and once they finally see each other again, Alec can barely control himself.

AKA the first time they have sex at the Institute. Also the first time they say “I love you”.


DANCE IN THE DARK by @deepbutdazzlingdarkness [ E | 2.7k | complete | The Thirst Is Real #5 ]

After a particularly hard day at work, Magnus helps Alec relieve some tension.


NO PLACE FOR A HERO by @one100suns [ M | 20.4k | complete | Battle Scars #3 ]

For Magnus and Alec, navigating their relationship is hard enough without outside forces trying to tear them a part. Quite literally in some cases.


PRESSED UP AGAINST YOU, EVERYTHING IS OKAY by @matsdaddario [ E | 3.6k | complete | Lovely Firsts #2 ]

It’s new, this feeling like even though everything is falling apart that this part of his world makes sense. He likes it, wants to keep it.

“Hi,” he breathes. Magnus stands in front of him, and Alec can’t help himself, doesn’t want to stop himself, from leaning down that little bit to capture Magnus’s mouth with his own.


I SEE FIRE by @lecrit [ M | AU | 12.1k | complete ]

There was one simple and unique rule about being friends with Magnus and Alec: never, ever, no matter the circumstances, not even if you were drunk as an armada of skunks, engage into a debate about pop culture with either of them, and especially not the both of them.


TRUST ME by @sweetillusionketz [ T | AU | 18.5k | complete ]

Magnus Bane has a problem with that arrogant brat that keeps showing his face to every important street race in the city. Damn Jace Lightwood and his annoying habit of winning even though he’s just a stupid high school boy. That’s insulting.

Fuck Jace. But more importantly, fuck his sweet looking older brother, who just happen to not have the slightest idea of who Magnus is. If everything goes according to plan, Magnus will have put Jace back to his insignificant place and gotten lucky with a gorgeous oblivious guy.

Perfect plan is perfect. Nothing could go wrong.

Play With Me (M)

word count: 3.7k (i really tried to limit myself)

genre: smut; idol-verse + established relationship

pairing: reader/jooheon

summary: built up tensions from not seeing your idol boyfriend, jooheon, lead you two to have quite the steamy session on the couch. good thing jooheon has nice thighs and dirty mouth.

requested by: anon #1 who who asked for the reader to have a thigh kink & anon #2 who just wanted some good ‘ol joohoney smut; thank you for requesting! ♡

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Dared to Kiss (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Hey! I love your writing so much. I was wondering if you could do a Jughead x Reader where the reader is friends with Betty and Veronica and they dare her to walk up to Jughead and kiss him without saying anything before walking away. He’s really confused but happy because he’s been crushing on her for ages and he asks her out? Thank you!!!

A/N: Why are all my requests always so cute?! I hope you enjoy this. Requests are welcome.

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Dared to Kiss (Jughead x Reader)

The whole school had been playing some stupid dare game all week.

So far you had been able to keep outta sight even thought it was hard as you were one of the vixens and hung out with Cheryl more than anyone.

The two vixens who were obsessed with the game were the ones you were avoiding.

Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge.

They were the only two besides your best friend that you had a huge crush on Riverdale’s very own outcast.

Cheryl simply shrugged it off when she find out. It was your secret and she respected you to not put herself in that mix.

Betty and Veronica on the other hand.

They were friends with Jughead and they would try anything to get you to make a move.

Including this stupid game.

“(Y/N)!” Speaking of the girls.

You look up from your book to see B and V grinning down at you.

“What do you want?” You try to keep your voice down as your eyes glance around the student lounge. You knew exactly what they wanted from you.

“We dare you to kiss Juggie!” Betty giggles as she plops down next to you.

“Keep your voice down!” You hiss at the blonde.

“Come on, Girl! Cheryl always says you have the confidence of a damn goddess. Show us just how confident you are.” V whispers and she sits on your other side.

You roll your eyes.

It was true. You were crowned by Queen Blossom herself that you had the most confidence when it came to anything. You simply did that you wanted and never thought twice about what others would think of you.

That’s what Cherry loved about you.

You were never afraid.

Until Jughead.

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Pt5


“Please take them, they are trashing my ships!” Polt begged Admiral Ilom

“I have my own Humans here, I can’t handle more you deal with your own problems. Besides they liberated Remer why do you want to get rid of them?”

“Because they have a holiday every week or some kind of celebration and they keep changing the decorations, besides they eat EVERYTHING!!! Our own food supplies have dwindled and we have requested twice the normal food shipments but still they keep eating!!!”

“Well eat their food then, I’m sure they will share”

“Have you eaten their food?” Polt asked putting his winged arms on his hips, a stance he mimicked form the Humans.  

“…I see your point, but the answer is still no, you’ll just have to find a way of dealing with them” Ilom cut the link and Polt started pulling out his feathers in frustration but was distracted by a knock on the door.

There was a male Human in a small white dress and wearing a large horse mask standing there.

“Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me lots of sweets to eat!!” he said holding a bag.

Polt stared at him and the bag in confusion and the Human sighed.

“Just give me some food or I egg your door”

Polt was horrified having come a race that lays eggs he quickly ran inside and grabbed some fruit from his bowl and put it in the bag.

“Fruit? Seriously, dick move” he said moving on and Polt saw that the entire corridor had been redecorated with odd symbols and all the Humans were walking around in strange attire. Normally he would scold them for not wearing their uniform but then he saw Clerk coming his way…or he thought it was.

He was wearing a large yellow wig and a short dress that glittered and his chest had two cone shapes pointing out.

“Captain Clerk?”

“No, I’m Madonna and I’m a virgin” he said with a straight face leaving Polt to just get back in his office and lock the door.



The planet Owep'nop was the capital of the Alliance and all their affairs, they were also technically the government of all the member races although they could not influence local matters of the different races. It was lead by a council that had one representative of each member race, the Human had no representative as they were the newest member and the others were still in two minds if they even wanted them there. The decision to allow them to act as soldiers was not a popular one but since their work on Remer some were seeing their potential.

Consul Jetya was an Elong and the elected leader of the Alliance was scrolling through the millions of reports he had to go through not really reading them, he often just handed them out among the council and let them do it while spent the day with his wife’s. His feathers had started to go black and fall out but his even though his body was ageing his mind had not started to go yet.

“Mr President!” his co Consul Kelp and also a Elong came ruining in clearly excited about something.

“If it’s another relief request add it to the list”

“No sir, Remer has been liberated”

Jetya shot him a look “What? That world was supposed to have been left to slow the Gal who ordered it be liberated?”

“Um….it was Admiral Polt’s fleet”

“Well , then the Benemar in his fleet are the be decorated for it, it’s not everyday we get a victory against the Gal”

“It wasn’t the Benemar sir”

“Huh?

“It was the Humans, Admiral Polt attacked the Gal upon the wishes of the Human soldiers under his command”

“Wait, the Humans asked to go into battle?”

“Yes and they won, the Benemar were on planet but had no significant impact on the battle” he said handing the Consul the pad.

Jetya read through it at the number so casualties.

“This can’t be right” Jetya said.

“I checked them, three times” Kelp replied showing he was dead serious.

“There were only a hundred thousands Human soldiers against millions of Gal and their casualty rate was less than 5%”

“And some of those were just injuries, they only suffered 2% fatal casualties”

Jetya stared at him “No, this can’t be right I refuse to believe this”

“Sir I can assure you, these reports are accurate and we are getting similar reports from the others fleets”

Jetya stared at him and did not blink as if his mind had simply shut down, it was a while before he spoke again.

“Get me all the information on Human anatomy you can find and anyone, not a Human who knows their inner workings to be here NOW!”

An hour later a Kelp returned with a Seran, a race of complete energy that existed as a sort of mist, their single solid part of their body was their huge eye that seemed to look in every direction at once.

“Consul this is…”

“My name is Aopdfjgokjfsdvnhklvsgnkuvnhaloikhjmgfuioafhpikshjsrlkjbnsjghwtre……but you can call me Tim”

“Tim?”

“It’s what the Humans call me and I have come to like it”

“Okay….Tim tell me all you know about these Humans and their bodies, their strength and their weaknesses”

A holographic display appeared  in the centre of the room of a Human male and female performing various actions and movements.

“They don’t look like much” Kelp said.

“Indeed, I have only met a Human a few times and the reports we have on their capabilities do not seem to show in their anatomy” Jetya said.

“You may think so but to underestimate them would be your downfall” Tim replied “Have you heard of Vewlop?”

“No” both replied.

“It is because they invaded the Humans homeworld some centuries ago, they were undergoing one of their migrations and believed the Human could not put up a fight, they were wrong and the Vewlop are now extinct”

“Is this why your race pushed us to make contact?”

“I cannot speak for the my kind as a whole”

“That’s not a no” Kep said.

“So go on tell me what these Humans are like”

“As you see their outer appearance shows no special features but they perfectly efficient, every part of their body has it’s purpose, they only need two arms and legs and eyes. Their sense of balance is second to none”

“Annnd?”

“It is what is inside where they are truly fascinating”

The holographic display showed the Humans organs and bones.

“They have twice the muscle mass than the Benemar who were considered the strongest physically in the Alliance, until now. They can heal any wound at an astonishing rate, their bones are thicker and their eyesight twice that of even your race”

Kelp and Jetya looked at one another.

“There is also their chemicals within their bodies, should a threat appear their blood vessels flood with this chemical call ‘adrenaline’ which gives them extra strength and stamina so much so they can go days without rest in battle. Their brain power works 43% faster than even my race, by the time many would have only just noticed a threat they have seen it, analysed it’s threat level and began taking action against it. Their own stomachs are filled with chemicals to break down food that we can’t even identify them, they keep melting our beakers”

“So what about their weaknesses?” Jetya asked.

Tim floated there and the others were terrified he was going to say they had none.

“Well, they do have some but not many, they are immune to nearly all of the viral infections that plague the other races and most known munitions would not guarantee a kill as they have been known to continue to fight even after loosing an arm or leg. A sure way to kill them is to destroy or decapitate the head”

“What is the breeding rate of these things” Kelp asked.

“Their females can fall pregnant once every nine of their months, sometimes they birth more than one at a time”

“How long is that in standard Alliance time?”

“0.52 of a cycle”

“No wonder there are so many of them, before we know it we are going to be overrun by these things!” Kelp shouted.

“We have to find a way to contain them, you said they don’t get along with the Benemar?” Jetya asked.

“That’s an understatement” Kelp replied.

“Contact the Benemar high Chiefs, I need to speak to them, I don;t want us to defeat the Gal only to replace them with something worse”


Back on Bento Prime, the drums of war were sounding as they began to muster their forces.

Ten Music Major Commandments

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There are some basic things that I find myself repeating over and over when it comes to posts. While I am obviously going to continue explaining stuff and answering questions, I thought it might be good to explain some basics of my attitude towards musicianship as a whole. As there turned out to be ten things, we can consider these the Ten Music Major Commandments.


1. Thou shalt remember that no single audition will make or break a music major career.

Your career isn’t hanging in the balance just because you are auditioning for an important to school or orchestra or whatever. Unless you insult the director, sit on his cat, and start yelling slurs to the room as a whole, a single audition will not torpedo a career. You can always attend a different school, work with a different ensemble, or try again at a later date when you’re better prepared.


2. Thou shalt remember a music major is not a competition, it is a process of personal growth and improvement.

There are few quicker ways to kill your love of music than by comparing yourself to the inevitable “people who are better than you.” There will ALWAYS be people better than you. Use that as motivation to get better yourself, or just admire them for their skill.


3. Thou shalt remember that you can’t know what other people have gone through to get where they are.

If a freshman can play a piece you can’t perform as a senior, take a deep breath and chill. For that to be the case, they likely started earlier than you, had better training at an early age, were forced to practice more, or simply had different priorities when they were younger. You can’t know those circumstances, and you can’t know what you’d have done if you been in their shoes. Don’t judge people who are older but haven’t yet reached your skill level - you can’t know what they have dealt with. So just admire their abilities and perseverance, and mind your own business if you can’t think of anything nice to say.


4. Thou shalt remember that if you decide music may be better as a hobby, that’s okay. It is not a personal failing.

Simply put, not everyone feels comfortable betting their future on the roulette wheel that is the potential career outlook of a music​ major. Music is stressful, it requires a lot of emotional labor and self-sufficiency, and sometimes that’s just not what a person wants. If that person is you, that’s okay. You don’t have to try and make a living making music for it to be your passion. That’s what community ensembles and after-work gigs are for. And if it turns out music isn’t your true passion? That’s okay too. Things can be important to one part of your life but move to the background later. That doesn’t mean you weren’t dedicated to it when you loved it - it just means you have moved on.


5. Thou shalt take care of yourself - taking a break is better than burning out.

Recently, someone I knew dropped out of school completely, essentially because of musical burnout. They had simply given too much of themselves to their music major, and didn’t have any emotional reserves for the other hard parts of life. Do your best to take care of yourself, because you are the most important part of the music you make. You are the true force behind the performance - that doesn’t change just because you need tools (your instrument) to make music. If you feel overwhelmed, as a music major often is, take a break. It’s okay to rest, I promise.


6. Thou shalt write your schedule in stone, but follow it like the Pirate Code.

It is VERY IMPORTANT to have a schedule. Musicians have to handle too many classes and performances and rehearsals and other responsibilities to try to get by without a strict schedule. When you write one up for the semester, imagine each day, and try to be realistic. You should assume that you’ll live each day exACTly like it is written. If it seems impossible, then reschedule stuff.

However, when you're​ actually living your final schedule, remember you can be flexible. If you know you can manage your assignments later, then absolutely use your assigned study time to go on that adventure with your friends. You still need to live your life, after all. Balance is the key, here.


7. Thou shalt never be afraid to ask someone a polite question.

While it is a personal pet peeve of mine when people talk out of turn (especially when they don’t know what they are talking about!), I firmly believe there is always time to answer a question. If you want to know more about something, or if you are confused, find someone who knows the answer and politely, at a convenient time, ask them. This means asking a question to clarify important class material during class, and asking that nitpicky question about that tangent your professor went on during their office hours. The main point is to ask!


8. Thou shalt try to practice at least once a weekend.

Weekend practicing is honestly one of the hardest things for me to do. However, I always feel awesome after I do it! Taking a two day break from practice can be good for the mental health, but if you aren’t practicing just because you can’t be bothered, then maybe you should try bothering. Practice is good for you, and​ it builds character. Go practice.


9. Thou shalt treat yourself like you would your best friend.

If you wouldn’t make a comment about them, don’t make it about yourself. You are your first, foremost, and most permanent friend. Take care of yourself, and build yourself up. No one ever became an amazing musician by beating themselves up at every failure. The best musicians take mistakes and use them as fuel to get even better. Stop beating yourself up and start being friendly to the only person who is guaranteed to be around forever - yourself.


10. Thou shalt take a deep breath.

Sometimes we can get so lost inside our own heads that we forget how to leave. The next time you suspect you’re on an anxiety spiral, find somewhere quiet and do you best to just breathe. You’re okay. You are not going to die/get expelled/get thrown in Bad Music Major Jail. That’s not even a thing. Do your best to keep things in perspective: “it’s just one class/jury/audition/performance. There will be more classes/juries/auditions/performances. No matter how this one goes, life will go on.”

Because it will. Life goes on.

You’ve got this.

A Simple Knock (M)

Originally posted by cmtae


Summary: Nearly every night since the conception of your friendship in middle school, like clockwork, Taehyung knocks on your window to be allowed in with the most platonic of intentions. With age and exposure to you, his certainty in the nature of his feelings shift, and he can’t hold it in. (Part one of three)

Rating: M

Genre: Smut/Angst

Word Count: 4,787

Part 1 | Part 2 Part 3

A/N: The italicized portion of the story is past tense!

Kim Taehyung is as infallibly adorable and frustratingly annoying as the sky is endless, and for nearly every night since the two of you were in middle school, he is agonizingly predictable. Like clockwork, when the moon is steadily climbing higher into a Catalina blue sky sprinkled with shimmer and your parents have long since gone to bed, Taehyung performs a series of knocks. He swears the knocks are a secret code, and he has the most serious expression on his face when he tells you so, but each time they sound different with no rhyme or reason. There’s no use protesting or trying to correct him because every time you do, his face splits into a smile that melts your resolve. Even still, you let him into your room every single time, because as infuriating as he can be sometimes, he’s a permanent fixture and constant source of comfort in your life as you are for him.

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Vain - Jughead Jones

Summary: You’re the new girl in town! You can’t help but feel a little curious about the brooding author at his lonesome booth at Pop’s, and can’t help but be a little bit direct about him and his writing.

Let me know if you want a part 2 or send in requests/prompts because I’m obsessed with Jughead and I want to start writing a bit more <3

Jughead x Reader (Not so romantically in this part, but part 2 may happen!)

Warnings: like… one swear word.

Special thanks to @satanwithstardust & @pendletonthethird for giving this a cheeky read for me beforehand and giving me some really helpful/positive feedback!

Word Count: 1,458 

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Queen in the North {Pt. 2}

Originally posted by ladysarah94

Requested: By myself, because I am Trash™. Also some other absolutely lovely people.

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Previously: {Part 1}

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: I just watched the episode so fluff to the max

Word Count: 2,433

A/N: I am so pleased to see how many of you like the first part to this, and I sincerely hope that the second part is even better! Special shoutout to @secretschuylersister for looking over this/encouraging me to actually post it. If you have any requests, please feel free to send them to my ask box!

It was nice of Sansa to say that she was almost done poking and prodding and adjusting your dress, even if you all knew that it was a lie. Sansa had and affinity for dressing you up, claiming that if she tried it with Arya, she would lose a finger. You couldn’t say that the idea was entirely off base.

The dress was lovely. It looked a bit delicate in comparison to the usual style that ladies favored in Winterfell.  It was somehow different and you’re the same as the dresses that you favored on an everyday basis. Although you had lived in Winterfell for most of your life, your mother and father had lived much farther south.

So, you tended to favor lighter dresses, made of silk and lace in a wide array of colors. Jon liked to tease you that you were the brightest thing to ever live in Winterfell. What you didn’t know is how much Robb silently agreed with him. The dress was white, with layers of gray peeking through towards the bottom. It was lovely, although you had no idea how Sansa had managed such a lovely effect in the short amount of time since she had asked you about making a dress.

“I may have been working on it for a little while before I asked if it was okay,” she said, picking it up off of the bed and motioning for you to change into it. “But I knew that you were going to say yes anyways.”

You laughed, she was right. You had a hard time telling people no, especially when they were doing something so nice for you. After all, the Starks were your family. And if they were willing to put the time in to help you, then there was no way that you were going to refuse. It did make your schedule feel a bit cramped at times, in between dagger lessons with Arya and the boys, knitting with Sansa and tea with Lady Stark, who was forever insisting that you call her Catelyn, there were never enough hours in the day, something you often fought about with Robb.

“Well then, put it on!” Sansa laughed, tossing you the dress and pulling out her needle and thread, claiming that there were a few alterations that needed to be made. Sansa worked in silence, adding a few stitches here and there. And somehow, when she was done, the dress looked even more spectacular. She had managed to somehow make it fit you like a glove at the top, yet have the perfect amount of sway and flow in the skirts.

“Thank you, Sansa,” you said, admiring the skirts in her mirror. If you hadn’t been so caught up in how nice it was for Sansa to make you this lovely dress, you might have noticed the smug look on her face as she admired you admiring her dress. And you might have noticed that you were wearing in the Stark family’s colors. “But I really think that I should go see if your mother needs help preparing-”

“I was downstairs with her all morning. While you were fretting over nothing, I was making sure that you didn’t have an excuse to run away.” She laughed, guiding you over to the chair that was set up in front of her mirror. “Now, you have to stay and let me do something with this.” She sighed, motioning to the braid that you wore every day. Sansa took your braid in her hands, making quick work of fanning it out across your shoulders, running a brush gently through the ends or your hair.

“I cannot understand why you never take the time to style your hair unless I force you to. You know that anyone would do anything for you.” Sansa rain her hands through your hair, twisting it one way and then another, attempting to choose a style for that evening.

“I would rather spend my time with other engagements. And I’m sure that every single person in this castle has at least five things that they need to be doing at any given time. And shockingly, none of them include helping me with my hair.” You laughed, raising an eyebrow at her in the mirror.

“And does one of those things include pretending that you aren’t in love with my brother? Or is that simply a given, considering it is something that you do every waking minute of every day?”

You felt yourself tense, your shoulders locking back into place and your teeth grinding against each other. Sansa, on the other hand, continued brushing your hair into place, humming a soft tune to herself. You wished that you had an appropriate comeback, but you were left to sit there, mouth agape, while Sansa fussed with your hair for longer than should have been possible.

You’d hoped that you would have a bit of time to yourself before the feast that evening, but Sansa had insisted that a bit of rouge had never hurt anyone. By the time that she decided you were ready, the both of you were late.

“A queen never arrives at her own party on time.” Sansa laughed as you hurried down the hall. You hated to be late, and it seemed that the only time you were more than a few seconds late to anything was when Sansa insisted on helping you get ready.

“Then it’s really too bad that I am not a queen.” you reminded her, withholding a glare.

She snorted at you in a very un Sansa-like way, simply brushing past you and breezing easily into the banquet. You, on the other hand, were not nearly as confident. You took a moment to steady yourself, a moment to catch your breath, before stepping into the banquet hall.

The noise and liveliness of the hall erupted around you, pulling you in. You glanced around, taking in the musicians and the dancers that took up most of the space in the large banquet hall. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were elated to see Robb standing with Jon and Theon near the edge of the dance floor.

You gathered up your expansive skirts, making your way along the edge of the room to the boys.

“Well don’t you just look dashing in the Stark colors?” Jon teased you, gesturing for you to do a twirl.

You landed a punch on his arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but firm enough to tell him to shut his big mouth, paired with an expression that told him you were going to pretend to be cross with him for a while. “If you must know, your lovely sister made me this gown, and as usual I had no say about the colors. But, I’m sure that it is just coincidence.” You attempted to sound sincere, even though you knew what Sansa was most likely thinking when she was picking out the material.

You pretended to listen to the boys ramble on about one thing or another, but your eyes were scanning the room in search of Arya. You knew that she was not particularly fond of feasts, so you always made a point to seek her out and reassure her, even if it was only for a few minutes. After few moments of searching, you spotted her, slumped into a chair, looking like she would much rather be anywhere else but here.

You felt Robb’s hand rest on the small of your back, attempting to draw your attention away from the very important matter at hand. “Y/N, do you want to-”

“Maybe in a minute, Robb,” you said, already making your way over to Arya, not even bothering to look back towards the sound of Jon’s booming laughter.

“Arya!” you laughed, taking her hands in your own and pulling her out of the chair. “Won’t you come and dance with me?”

“You know that I have been skipping my lessons,” she mumbled, refusing to meet your eyes. Somehow, she was in a worse mood than usual.

“I never said that we were going to make our way through the most boring waltz in existence.” You were already halfway to the band, who looked almost as morose as Arya, which wasn’t surprising when you thought about the music that they were being forced to play. “If this is to be the mood for the entire evening, we are all going to die of boredom.”

You let go of Arya’s hands for a few moments to whisper your instructions to the band. They all seemed to perk up immediately, sitting up in their chairs, the light coming back into their eyes. The tune changed from the sullen one that you had grown accustomed to hearing, to one that was jubilant and full of life. Reclaiming Arya’s hands in your own, your spun her around, prancing around in ridiculous circles until a smile finally graced her lips, and then a small laugh bubbled through, and you knew that your work was done.

You gave her one last smile, twirling her in another circle before stumbling off of the dance floor. All of the spinning had made you a bit dizzy, and with all of the skirts that Sansa had swaddled you up in, you weren’t surprised that you had nearly tripped a few times before you had even made it away from the dancers.

Robb’s hand found the small of your back, guiding you away from the mass of bodies that had swarmed the dance floor. You would have been surprised, especially because you hadn’t thought that Robb was anywhere near you, but he had a habit of turning up when you needed someone.

“What was it that you wanted earlier?” You asked breathlessly, collapsing into the chair that he had guided you to.

“Do you remember when my mother was so angry at us for sneaking into these feasts that she made us attend all of those dreadful dancing lessons?” Robb asked, smiling at Arya dancing with Rickon among the masses.

“Of course I do,” you laughed, recalling the many afternoons you had spent with your slightly nasty dance master. “Your mother was so sure that we would never turn up to another ball again if we had to take those lessons, but you were at every single lesson.”

“Naturally, you were so excited, and there was no way that I was going to miss it when you tripped over your own two feet.”

“If I recall correctly, you were always responsible for catching me after I messed up a new step.” You lazily punched him in the shoulder, but the laughter died in your throat as Robb caught your fist and linked his hand with yours.

“And I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

It wasn’t the act of holding his hand in yours that caused your breathing to falter. You had been holding pinkies since you had met, so after that, what was a hand? It was the way that his eyes were staring into yours, unwavering. For the first time in a long time, you felt yourself blushing because of Robb Stark.

It wasn’t something that happened often, the two of you had grown up together, after all. Your mother had been best friends with Cat, and when they passed away, it was no question that you were going to stay with Ned and his family.

You had been quiet when you arrived at Winterfell for the first time. It had only been a day or two since your mother and father had moved on, taken from you suddenly by a terrible affliction. You were assured that your friends would all be waiting for you, but that wasn’t good enough. You wanted your parents.

And even though you constantly reminded Robb of that, he was there for you at every turn. Bringing you a flower he found near a spring, hoping to make you smile, or telling you a poorly thought out joke, just waiting for just a glimpse of the dimples he used to know so well. And as much as you wanted to give him a glimpse of your former self, you needed time. Somehow, even at such a young age, both of you understood. And you had remained solemn, until one afternoon, he heard a giggle echoing from her chambers.

Robb threw open the door to find you sifting through a drawer full of dried flowers, picking them up one by one and examining them. He marched into the room, demanding to know why you had been so sad before. You never had been able to give him an answer, simply handing him one of the flowers and telling him that you were sorry. You never had offered him an explanation for those first few weeks.

“Y/N?” Robb’s voice and both of his hands cupping yours somehow managing to effectively draw you back to reality. “Are you okay?” his voice was soft, almost as if he was afraid to scare you away. He should know better than that by now.

“I was thinking about when I first came to live with you, well everyone. And you worried yourself over making me feel welcome, and you were so confused when you found me with that drawer full of flowers.” You sounded dreamy, still thinking about the days when things felt easier.

“You never did tell me why you kept all of those flowers. Especially when they never made you smile in the first place.” He smiled down at your hands, where his thumb was stroking the back of your hand.

“Because I knew that they were going to make me happy eventually,” You met his eyes, hoping that he understood what you were trying to tell him. “And I was right, wasn’t I?” Robb looked like he was going to answer, but you were finished wasting time moping about when there was a party going on. “Let’s dance, Stark.”

And without another word, the two of you were out of your chairs and headed for the dance floor. The musicians had kept their promise, and the music was lively. You were pleased to see that Arya had dragged Sansa into a group of dancers, and it brought a smile to your face to see that everyone was happy, for the time being. It was rare to stumble upon a moment where someone wasn’t squabbling, and when you managed to find one, you most certainly weren’t going to take it for granted.

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themoskabot  asked:

holy crap ok so i just thought of an ml au fusion, and you were the first ladybug blog on my dash so here goes: what if you combined blind!adrien au, and the au where your soulmate's first words to you are written on you. so like adrien would come to school and drop something and he'd be looking for it on the ground and marinette would come running up and say something like "oh let me help" and she'd see what she said written on his arm and then he'd say what's written on her arm and she'd (1/2

(2/2) completely freak out and he’d ask what was wrong and she’d just turn completely red and shove the thiing into his arms and run off and escalate even more in her freak out (partially because of the soulmate thing, partially because he’s hot and she’s marinette). anyway, you can go about your business, i just had to tell someone


@qookyquiche

Adrien begrudgingly woke up, his incessant alarm shattering his dreams. They had been pleasent, from what he could remember. His mother had been there, safe and warm. Colors and lights had danced around him, just as they did so long ago. Adrien wondered, as he often did, what it would be like to see again.

He remembered what it was like, of course, but there was only so much to draw on. He had lost his sight at a young age, due to a chance encounter with a faulty piece of construction equipment. A bolt here, a snapped belt there, and Adrien became a sunglasses aficionado. His mother and father had sued to hell and back, getting a settlement so large they could replace most equipment in Paris twice over. Although, Adrien apparently still had to model per his father’s request, but that train of thought was a little too depressing this morning.

Instead, Adrien yawned and stretched, sitting up before shutting off his alarm. Still groggy, he tried to sit up straight, mentally preparing himself for the day. First, he had breakfast plans with his best buds, Me, Myself, and I, followed by lunch with rousing conversation from his inner monlogue, and dinner plans under the stars. Well, there could be stars. His ceiling could look like anything at this point. Interrupted, of course, by various photoshoots, home-schooling, and asking his father about public school.

Wait.

School.

Public School.

SHIT.

Quickly, Adrien ran through his room, pulling himself together as quickly as he could. Of course he would almost forget about school, the one day Nathalie actually managed to convince his father it wasn’t too dangerous. Under guard, of course, but that was nothing new. One of the surprisingly few benefits of having no friends over to change his room, is that he had memorized where everything was, able to walk around with confidence. Vaulting over various pieces of furniture, he scrambled together what he could only assume were the highest brands of fashion, since they had been pre-selected by Nathalie the night before, and ran out the door. Slowly, he walked back into his room, picking up his faceted cane he kept by the door. Feeling along the wall, he perused his selection of sunglasses.

“It feels like… A rimless day.” He muttered, grabbing a sleek pair of glasses with metallic bands.

Items in hand, he ran down the stairs, meeting the man simply known as Guerrilla at the door. Flipping on his shades, Adrien snapped his cane to the side, locking it in place. He was thankful Guerrilla was the one escorting him today. Of all the people in his life, Guerrilla was one of the few who didn’t think Adrien was made of glass. He didn’t take Adrien’s arm, or coddle him through life. It was a welcome change of pace, though it could get a little cold at times. Sitting in the car, Adrien could hardly keep still, esctatic to finally learn what a school was like.

0o0o0

Marinette’s alarm jolted her awake, almost making her fall out of bed. She was an incurably deep sleeper, so her mother had insisted on getting one of the loudest alarms on the market. How she had grown to loathe that machine. Still, she had actually woken up to her second alarm, giving her even less time to get to school.

Throwing her outfit together, she found herself once again lost in the faint birthmark along her left forearm. Everyone knew about Soulmarks, the destined first words spoken to you by your true love, but no one really ever talked about them. It was a simple fact of life, like having five fingers on each hand, or waking up just in time to be late to school. Besides, the birthmark faded after they were spoken, so if you had a mark, you hadn’t met The One, simple as that. Still, she couldn’t help but think that anyone who still had their mark felt the same confusion she did.

“And I felt so good about Rimless today.” Seriously, what the hell did that even mean?

Shaking herself out of her confusion, she ran down the stairs, dragging her bookbag behind her. With a quick breakfast and quicker goodbyes, she ran out of the bakery, making her way to school. That is, until she heard the faint ringing of the school’s bell, signifying to all students outside of the grounds that they were, unfortunately, late.

Groaning, Marinette picked up in speed, barely registering the black car pulling up beside her. As she ran, she kept her eye on the main gates. It was unlikely, but they might have instituted some new rule of locking out late students, and she would not be locked out all day. Many things would go over well with her parents, but that is not one of them. She was about to change course, climb the steps three at a time, and jump through the gates for a three point landing, until she ran full speed into a blonde boy getting out of a car. They both toppled to the ground, his bodyguard standing beside himself in shocked silence. It took the two of them a moment to actually react, each for wildly different reasons.

For Adrien, he was simply shocked that someone had snuck up on him like that. Sure, he hadn’t been fully paying attention, and he might have been a little too jittery with excitement, but he usually prided himself on his awareness. Still, this stranger had not only snuck up on him, but tackled him to the ground, all without him noticing a thing. She was like a ninja. A sneaky, clumsy, ninja.

For Marinette, her mind was working overtime, trying to grasp the fact that she had just tackled Adrien Agreste to the ground. Adrien Agreste. The same Adrien Agreste that she had seen a thousand times in her favorite fashion magazines. The son of her idol. Who she had just tackled to the ground. Whose sunglasses were now shattered a ways away. Who was trying to get up now.

Wincing through a scraped elbow, Adrien noticed a missing weight on his face, and reached up for his glasses. Feeling nothing but air, he started pushing off the stranger, trying to find one of his favorite pairs. Stunned, Marinette got off of him, still not quite sure how to process everything that just happened.

Reaching his shattered glasses, he clicked his tongue, saying, “Damn. And I felt so good about Rimless today.”

Finally catching up, Marinette rushed out, “Oh my gosh I am so sorry please don’t hate me I didn’t see you there that was my fault I was trying to get to my class and I’m gonna be late and you’re blind and I just broke your sunglasses I am SO SORRY, here please take mine.”

Holding out her hands, Marinette held a pair of white sunglasses, a floral print wrapping around its bands. With her head bowed, she caught a glimpse of Adrien’s arms, almost cradling his broken shades. And there, wrapping twice around his forearm, was a sprawling wall of text, slowly fading into his skin.

The last words to go were, “Please take mine.”

And that was when Marinette screamed.

Zuko X Reader - Hopeless

Request:  Could I have an imagine for A:TLA? Zuko is hopelessly in love with you but while you do return his feelings, you refuse to make any ‘big’ decisions before the war is over, so could the imagine include his many attempts of sealing your hand for him? -Anon

Well, here ya go! It’s really long, like over 2000 words oops.


Yesterday you had kissed Zuko. Today you were avoiding him.

While you and Zuko were close, and you both had strong feelings for each other, you wanted to wait until the war was over and done with to make any rash decisions regarding your relationship with him. It would hurt you too much if something happened to him and you were together. At least this way, if one of you was seriously injured, or even killed, you wouldn’t be losing a partner. You’d only be losing your friend.

“(Y/N)-”

“Zuko, I told you. I can’t, okay? I can’t make any huge decisions right now.”

“Can I remind you that you kissed me yesterday? That seemed like a pretty huge decision.”

“I was tired and overcome with emotions then. I just think it’s best we not get involved romantically until after… all this.”

“(Y/N)-”

“I have to go, Zuko. Toph wanted to spar.” You began to walk away, but paused a moment to look back at the teen. “I just don’t want to risk losing my boyfriend as well as my best friend.” Zuko nodded, which you took as a cue to leave. Zuko understood the reasoning behind not wanting to make the decision before the war, but he thought that was all the more reason to make the decision. If you were about to go to war, it would be good to let go of your feelings, right?

Zuko was determined to at least get you to admit you loved him before the war was over.

Attempt #1: Flowers

“Katara?” Zuko held a bouquet of flowers in his hand. It was small, and the flowers were mostly wilted as they had been growing in a shady, sad spot in a forest, but it was a bouquet nonetheless. He was bringing them to the waterbender to see if she could maybe perk them up, or at least to see if the flowers had the stamp of approval before being given to you.

“Hmm?”

“I have a question. If someone gave you these flowers, would you accept them?” He held the small bouquet out to the girl, and she looked at them before reaching out a hand to hold them closer and take a better look.

“Well, they’re kind of sad, Zuko. Are these for (Y/N)?”

“Yeah.” He pulled his hand away as Katara grabbed the entire bouquet.

“Oh, nice flowers. I didn’t know you and Katara were a thing, Zuko.” You seemed to come out of nowhere, just in time to see Katara taking the flowers from Zuko’s outstretched hands.

“Oh no, I’m not- we’re not… I was just-”

“Relax, I was joking. Katara, Sokka wants us to go get some supplies.”

“Alright, I’m coming.” She handed the bouquet back to Zuko, giving him a quick look of pity before walking off with you. As you walked away from Zuko, Katara leaned closer to your ear. “They were for you, you know.” You sighed, nodding your head.

“I know.”

Zuko simply frowned at your receding figures. He was going to have to try harder to get you.

Attempt #2: Fire

It was a rare night, everyone huddled around a fire, laughing and acting like the world was alright. Katara and Aang sat next to each other, talking in hushed tones to themselves. Sokka was poking at the fire, making sure he kept it aflame despite the fact there were two individuals who could firebend sitting across from him. Toph was doing her best to make Sokka’s attempts fail, sticking rocks up into the fire and kicking pebbles in Sokka’s general direction. You and Zuko just sat next to each other, watching the others and occasionally saying a few words.

You were tired. It was rare you had a night that you weren’t stressing or working, and you wanted to take this opportunity to sleep early, but spending time with the rest of the Gaang was so rare that you were sticking it out. After your fifth yawn in twenty minutes, though, Zuko nudged your shoulder.

“Hey, go to bed if you’re so tired.”

“I’d much rather stay out here with everyone. Besides, it’s more comfortable out here, right?” You and Toph had bent some makeshift couch-like seats for everyone to sit on, and sitting with Zuko on one of the rock couches by a fire was much more comfortable than laying on the ground with only a blanket and a small, worn pillow.

“Go get some rest, (Y/N).”

“I’m not-” you yawned “-that tired.” Zuko simply rolled his eyes, as if to say, “Whatever you say,” and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

Only thirty minutes later, however, you had fallen asleep. You were pressed against Zuko, arms wrapped around his waist and head resting on his shoulder. Your hair tickled his neck, and your breathing was loud, but he made no effort to move you. Instead, he asked Sokka to grab his blanket and pillow and got comfortable.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of Aang’s laughter and Appa’s noises. You opened your eyes to see Aang playing with his beloved animal, which as strange because you didn’t remember falling asleep outside. It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized you and Zuko had fallen asleep around the fire. You quickly got up, leaving Zuko with the blanket, and went to change. You ran into Katara moments later, and she looked at you with knowing eyes.

“Friends fall asleep with friends, Katara,” you insisted, but she knew what was really going on. Zuko might just succeed in his quest after all.

Attempt #3: Sparring

It was good to practice, especially with the war coming up. You and Zuko were doing just that, sparring in an attempt to brush up on your skills.

“I’m probably not the best person to be practicing with,” you had said over and over, knowing that Zuko planned on going after his sister and that he should be practicing with Aang, a firebender. But Zuko had other plans. He didn’t really need to practice, he just wanted to spend some alone time with you, and work on getting you to admit your feelings out loud.

“It’s fine. It’s always nice to spar with an earthbender.”

“I can go get Toph, she’s a better opponent.”

“No, no, you’re fine.” With that, you two began to train. Toph had taught you some moves, and you were now able to sense where people were with your earthbending. You were practicing that by trying to spar Zuko with your eyes clamped shut.

“You sure you can do that?” he kept asking you, but you nodded every time.

“I’m good. I’m pro.” You would laugh and send a rock his way. Now, you were far from pro. You could kind of sense where he was going, but when it came to his bending, you had no clue when it was coming or where it was going. You were on your butt more than you were on your feet.

“Yeah, you’re a real pro,” Zuko said, holding his hand out to help you get up. You sensed this and reached out to grab it. He pulled you to your feet quickly, and you were launched up. You opened your eyes to see Zuko’s face mere inches away from yours, and you felt his arms hovering around your waist. “Sorry. You’re light,” he said, not making an effort to move away from you. He was staring into your eyes, and you were staring into his enchanting gold ones. You two stayed like this for what seemed like ages. You wanted to pull away, but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to it.

“Hey, (Y/N), using those techniques I’ve been teaching you?” You were broken from your trance and quickly pulled away from Zuko, knowing that Toph would be able to sense how close you two were.

“Yeah. I’m not too good, though.” You laughed, glancing over at Zuko as you did so. “I kept getting knocked off my feet. Think we could practice some more?”

“Sure, I’m not doing anything.” Toph waved, motioning for you to follow her, and you shot Zuko a quick apologetic look.

“I’ll ask Aang if he wants to spar you. Seriously, it’d be better to train with someone who would actually be a challenge.” Zuko shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go to town for some food or something.” You shrugged and walked off with Toph, who was shooting you a grin.

“So, you and Zuko were pretty close together back there.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Attempt #4: Clothes

“Zuko! Hey, I need your help with something.” You had your head stuck out of your tent, and you were motioning for Zuko to come in. He slipped in and you immediately began to talk. “Okay, so I thought that since we’re hiding out in the Fire Nation for a bit I should wear some Fire Nation clothing, right? But I think I look ridiculous in it.”

“Ridiculous how?”

“Ridiculously out of place.”

“Let me see.” You dropped the blanket you were using to cover yourself to reveal your outfit. A red, midriff-baring top and a pair of simple red pants. Zuko began to laugh, and you quickly went to cover yourself again. “No, no. You only ridiculous because you tied the top wrong.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. Here, turn around, I’ll fix it.” You spun, and Zuko began to fix the top.

“Thanks. I’m glad I didn’t go outside looking like a complete idiot.” You could feel Zuko’s breath against your neck as he chuckled softly.

“Only I would’ve noticed.”

“Still.” You felt his hands brush against your back as he finished tying your top.

“There. I fixed you.” You turned around and gave him a smile.

“Thanks, Zuko.”

“No problem, (Y/N).” Once again you were in a situation where neither of you could look away. You were frozen.

“Well, I better leave. Now that I can go into town, I want to look at some stuff in this shop Katara told me about.” You broke the trance, moving around Zuko to leave your tent. “Thank you again.” Zuko simply smiled in response, and you left him alone in your tent.

Attempt #5: Before the Battle

“(Y/N).” You stopped to turn to Zuko, who had just called your name.

“Yeah?” You were getting ready to go with Katara and Zuko to find Azula, and you still had to grab one more thing when Zuko called you.

“Look, we’re about to go fight my sister. She’s really dangerous.” You nodded your head.

“I know, Zuko. Can I go? I have to grab something…”

“(Y/N), just wait.” He put his arm on your arm to keep you from leaving, and you looked up at him. Once again, you were trapped in his golden eyes. Slowly, he leaned down and connected his lips to yours. You found yourself almost kissing back, but you pulled away.

“Zuko, I-” Words escaped you. You couldn’t think of what to say. “I can’t kiss you.”

“But you have.” Zuko had tried to understand, but at this point, he couldn’t. You were kissing him back, dammit! But you still wouldn’t admit anything. “(Y/N), I love you. I’m in love with you, you know that. How could you not? But you still refuse to admit your feelings for me. I just want to hear it once, ‘I love you, Zuko.’ Just once, (Y/N).” You bit your lip.

“Zuko, I’m sorry. I’ve made my decision. Not until after this.” You shook your head, a sad look on your face. “Look, I have to grab something, then we can leave. Go get Katara.”

Zuko had messed up. He realized that as you walked away.

What Got You:

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Zuko was taunting Azula, something about not using lightning. Azula then shot some lightning at Katara, who Zuko quickly jumped in front of. He was struck, fell to the ground, and you heard yourself and Katara scream as Azula laughed. You began to sprint towards Zuko, but Azula shot at you with some fire, so you stayed back. Katara tried to approach him to heal him, but Azula then began to fire at her.

There were tears streaming down your eyes. You watched in fear as Azula went after Katara, but you knew the waterbender could handle herself, so you ran to Zuko. You collapsed beside him, held his hand, begged him to be alright. It felt like ages before Katara chained Azula down and ran over to heal the fallen prince.

“Thank you, Katara,” he mumbled after she had worked her magic. He sat up slowly and looked from Katara to you. You were both crying.

“Zuko,” you whispered through your tears. “Zuko, I thought you were going to…” You broke into tears again, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, momentarily forgetting his was injured. “I thought I was going to lose you.” Zuko loosened your grip around his body and looked you in the eyes. He reached a hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek.

“You tied your top incorrectly,” he said after a moment, causing you to giggle slightly through your tears. “It’s actually better that way, I think.” You couldn’t stand it anymore. You leaned in and captured his lips with yours. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, and you never wanted it to end.

“I love you,” you whispered against Zuko’s lips. “I’m in love with you.”

“I know,” Zuko mumbled back, a small smile playing on his lips. “Now kiss me again.”

Do you have school-aged children?

I am a teacher. I’ve been a teacher for nearly twelve years. I’ve seen a huge number of education changes happen during this time, but I am worried about what is happening in education right now - and I am not sure that the general public are aware of the extent of the difficulties we face.

Let me start by saying that I am not concerned about my pay. I don’t want more money. I am not asking for your concern about my wages.

What I am concerned about are the cuts that the Conservative government are making to education - huge, life-changing cuts that are having a detrimental effect on the mental health and well-being of a massive number of children and young people.

This is going to be long, but if you have children, please bear with me and read to the end.

1. The new GCSE system

Michael Gove started his annihilation of the A*-G GCSE system back in 2010, and this year we see the first string of examinations take place. “More rigour” was the battle cry. However, did you know that the new GCSE English Literature exam - including the poetry exam, requiring study of an anthology of 15 poems - is closed-book? This means that no student will be given a copy of the text in their exam - not even SEND (special educational needs and disabilities) students, many of which have recall and memory problems.

The GCSE English Language exam uses extracts from heritage texts that carry a reading age of approximately 17. The average reading age of a GCSE-level student is 14. So why are we asking our students to read and analyse texts that are aimed at someone with a reading age 3 years above their own? Some of my students have a reading age of 9. They cannot in any way access the papers. In addition to this, the papers are up to 2hrs and 15mins long, often with a high number of questions - the Edexcel GCSE English Language paper 2 is equivalent to a mark a minute. I am seeing students who want to succeed breaking down as they simply cannot fit it all in - to understand and then interpret a text in such a small amount of time is extremely difficult for some students, and so what we are seeing is an increasing number of students switching off from their education as they simply write themselves off as ‘stupid’. You can see the Edexcel GCSE papers for English language here: https://qualifications.pearson.com/content/dam/pdf/GCSE/English%20Language/2015/specification-and-sample-assesment/GCSE-English-Lang-SAMs.pdf

I can only speak for English as it is my subject, but what I know is in existence across the whole curriculum is this: the Conservative government and Ofqual have released a new 9-1 grading system - but have only just, one month before GCSE exams commence, launched any real model of what each grade looks like. For the last two years, teachers have been working to help students achieve grades without knowing what those grades look like. We were told that a 9 was an “A**”, reserved for the top 3% of the country, and we were told that a “good pass” would be a 5 and equivalent to a high C/low B, and that a 1 would be equivalent to a G, but that’s it. Last month, they even changed that - making the new “good pass” a 4 for students - but to add insult to injury, kept the “good pass” at a 5 for schools when being graded for league tables.

Confused yet? Imagine working in it.

We still don’t know how the new GCSEs are going to be graded. We probably won’t know for sure until after the exams. The Conservative government are talking about “rigour” whilst simultaneously asking us to teach a system that has such little “rigour” that nobody even knows what a student needs to do to achieve a 9 grade.

Schools are in disarray as they know one thing to be true - if their GCSE results are bad, Ofsted will swoop in, prepared to announce them as “requiring improvement”. This will happen despite the fact that even though we have repeatedly asked for clearer guidance and clarification on exactly what we can do to help students achieve the best they can, we have not been given anything. Nothing at all.

The goalposts are *still* moving, even now - and some of your children are sitting these exams in less than a month.

We are risking entering a time where the Key Stage 4 curriculum consists of teaching to the test and not much else. This goes against everything that most teachers stand for. Teaching to the test is boring. It doesn’t help students to love their subjects; it kills any enthusiasm they ever had. Last week, I had a 90-minute discussion with my GCSE English group about whether Hyde (from Stevenson’s story) was really a person. It ended with the students asserting that Hyde was never a person; he was not even a personality - Hyde was simply an excuse. These GCSE students - aged 15 - critically evaluated the novel and its interpretations, deciding that Jekyll and Hyde is actually a story about choice, rather than split personalities or hidden evil. It was incredible. I walked away worried that I’d wasted an hour and a half of exam practice. This should not be happening.

2. Excessive Testing at Ages 7 and 11

I am going to give my professional opinion on this, as someone who works at the chalkface: these exams are completely arbitrary and do not test the skills required for success at GCSE and in adult life.

This year, I had a cohort of Year 7 students arrive at my school having not written a proper story for over a year. They knew what a fronted adverbial was, and how to spot an internal clause, and even what a preposition was - but when I set them a task to write a story, they broke down and cried. They cried. I asked them to write a story - something that should be incredibly enjoyable and an adventure, regardless of your level of ability or need - and they couldn’t do it. They knew the nuts and bolts, sure - but had no idea how to put them together in any meaningful way. They had ideas, but no confidence.

My year 7 cohort had some of the highest SATs scores we could have hoped for - many of them with scaled scores of 115 and higher (scaled scores go from 80-120, with 100 as an 'average’), but their first creative writing piece was a huge failure, and I felt like a failure. We’ve since done a huge amount of work on story writing and creative motivation to develop their confidence and bring their marks up, but this has taken time from us that could have been used to develop their analytical skills, to develop their use of imagery and tone, to help them become more critical thinkers. I should not be teaching students how to piece a story together at secondary school.

I completely agree that students need to leave primary school 'secondary ready’. However, I do not think that testing students’ ability to identify grammatical items over their ability to compose a creative piece is the best way to do it. It only increases student anxieties when they arrive at secondary school only to find that they have no idea how to approach their secondary-level subjects.

I have a firm belief that testing students does not make them better learners. What should be happening is this: teachers should be being given the freedom to develop their students’ motivation, creativity, critical thinking, enthusiasm and, most of all, their passion. Students with passion always, always succeed.

This Conservative government seem to think that “rigour” means taking education decisions out of the hands of teachers. Michael Gove - a journalist - started this course of action. He criticised us when we told him it would not work, and pressed ahead regardless.

Multiple studies have shown that the mental health of children is suffering under this government. This has been known as far back as 2015: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/over-focus-on-exams-causing-mental-health-problems-and-self-harm-among-pupils-study-finds-10368815.html with 90% of teachers agreeing that SATs preparation is harming students’ mental health: https://www.tes.com/news/school-news/breaking-news/nine-10-teachers-believe-sats-preparation-harms-childrens-mental

3. Grammar Schools

We do not need grammar schools. We don’t. If we increase funding to all state schools to a level reflective of needs, allow teachers to develop a ‘grammar curriculum’ (lots of extra-curricular, increase independence of teachers), give schools ‘grammar resources and invest in better pastoral care (decent behaviour interventions that selective grammars don’t need) then we won’t need grammar schools. Don’t let Theresa May fool you.

The Conservative government say that working class students need a decent chance to succeed, and so she wants to build grammar schools above investing in local state-run facilities? Riiiiight. It’s a clear fact that house prices in catchment areas are higher. It’s a clear fact that middle-class families usually spend on tutoring and so more middle-class children get into grammar schools.

Why do we need to build more schools when we can just give more money to existing ones?

It’s easy to improve a school. Stop cutting funding and invest in decent support services. Which leads me to…

4. Cuts to Funding

When I entered teaching in 2005, most classes had a learning support assistant (you may know them as a TA). These people were incredibly important - they worked with SEND students, BESD (behavioural, social and emotional difficulties) students, assisted with students who had been absent or were having trouble accessing the curriculum and they did this on minimal pay, with minimal complaint. I once taught a class where two girls, twins, had complex SEND needs, spoke no English, could speak Arabic and German but couldn’t read it, and had no social skills. My TA was incredible, and she developed a whole scheme of picture-based activities for them to help them become happy, capable members of society.

This government have cut spending on education to the point where these TAs are rare, or simply don’t exist.

Now, teachers are asked to develop the progress and achievement of these students alone. If your child is dyslexic, they no longer have the ‘luxury’ of a TAs attention or time – instead, it is their teacher’s job to accommodate them. Believe me, this is something we want to do. If we had the ability, we’d break off a little bit of ourselves and sit with them as much as we could. However, the average class size is 30, and this is impossible. We are told we are failing when our most vulnerable students do not achieve, but when you have 30 students, it’s not always easy to give every vulnerable student the time you wish to give. TAs allowed every student to progress and achieve as they allowed the class teacher time to develop clear schemes of work that could be worked on separately to the class, alongside the main learning. Now, dyslexic students are at the hands of often newly-qualified teachers who are still developing their differentiation skills and do not always have the time or resources to make good things happen. This is a direct result of funding cuts.

This isn’t just about SEND students, either. The excessive cuts to education mean that many schools are now in a situation where they are considering making cuts in the curriculum and getting rid of specific subjects, usually the arts: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/education/education-news/education-schools-struggling-financially-axing-gcse-a-level-courses-cutting-class-trips-headteachers-a7620931.html

Students today are being denied the opportunity to access the arts – the subjects that make them well-rounded thinkers, evaluative learners and creative, motivated individuals. I find it hard to stomach that due to excessive Conservative cuts, students are going to miss out on drama class, or art class, or music. That they may never know the joy of a school play, or what it feels like to be told to make their own song, or to find their groove when looking at characters in Shakespeare. Why the arts? Well, because they don’t add “rigour” – the new E-Bacc asks schools to focus on students getting English, maths, science, a language and a humanities subject – there is no requirement for arts. When you’re a cash-strapped school and you face a poor Ofsted report if your results are bad, why would you waste time and money on a qualification that, to the government, doesn’t count? These decisions are being made every damn day, because the government have headteachers over a barrel. You must succeed. You must get above average pass rates (which is in itself ridiculous; there will always be half below average). You must push out students with E-Baccs. If you don’t, we will academise you.

Are we here to provide exam factories that churn out identikit students? We’ve already seen a cut in vocational qualifications and a rise in mandatory GCSE resits in English and Maths. Therefore, if your daughter has her heart set on becoming a mechanic, she may not have the opportunity to even access a course until she is 18 – in the past, she could have done this at age 14, by choosing a vocational mechanic course as an ‘option’ – but hey-ho, these have been cut. Instead, she will have to do the same GCSEs as everyone else, and if she can’t get that “good pass” in English, well, then she’ll just have to resit. And if she doesn’t get the “good pass” the next time, well, she’ll just have to resit again. Until she is old enough to walk away. Why are we putting our students through this? Why aren’t we nurturing a child’s natural enthusiasm?

I taught a GCSE class back in 2009. It was a ‘bottom set’ class; they made my life hell but overall, were decent kids who just hated English, one of only two subjects they did at school as the rest of the time they were out doing vocational courses. They mainly got Ds in English, despite my best efforts. One own his own garage now. One runs her own hairdressing business. One builds motorbikes. One runs his own farm. Nowadays, these students wouldn’t stand a chance.

Cuts also affect the level of pastoral support that exists in schools. The best schools invest clearly in the wellbeing of their students by providing them with mentors, non-teaching year leaders, behaviour liaison officers and pastoral teams. Remember ‘Educating Essex’? Those ladies in the office who worked with the kids to get them back into class and enjoying education? Those are the important people. Those are the ones we are losing.

To end this massive rant, I want to point you towards the amazing-yet-horrifying website ‘School Cuts’ – www.schoolcuts.org.uk. It allows you to look at any school in the country and see the level of cuts, with a calculation of how many teachers it is equivalent to. I don’t think many people in the UK really understand what we are up against here. Here are a few figures that mean something to me:

Hove Park School, Brighton & Hove: -£940,335 in cuts – equivalent to 25 teachers or -£659 per pupil

The Burgess Hill Academy (formerly Oakmeeds Community College), Sussex: -£273,426 / 7 teachers / -£340 per pupil

Bridgemary Community School, Gosport: -£421,065 / 12 teachers / -£797 per pupil

Sir Thomas Boteler CofE High School, Warrington: -£132,685 / 4 teachers / -£211 per pupil

Durrington High School, Worthing: -£474,491 / 13 teachers / -£274 per pupil

This is horrifying. These cuts mean that your children are absolutely not getting the education they need or deserve – all thanks to apparently “unavoidable” cuts made by a government who have already cut corporation tax, can afford themselves an 11% pay rise, can reduce inheritance tax and make allowances for the very rich.

I know that you may not like the leaders of the other parties very much. I understand that Brexit plays a part. However, students are arriving to school hungry, and we no longer have the funds to provide for them. We are being forced by this government to pressure students through a horrific, class-led system that discriminates against anyone with educational needs and that none of us agree with - and changes to strike laws mean that we can’t even protest it the way we want to. Brexit is happening, for now. Don’t be blinded by May. She wants you to be blinkered and she wants you to ignore the massive demolition of education. Don’t give her what she wants.

A vote for the Conservative government is a vote that gives them a mandate to ruin the lives of young people today - unless Conservative voters work with us to stop these cuts. I urge you – please look at the schoolcuts website, please take in just how much is being cut from your local area and PLEASE look at the other parties’ policies on education. Challenge your Conservative MP. Ask them to fight for change too. This is an issue that does not need to be red or blue!

Teachers should control education. Not politicians.

If your school is striking this term, please understand that we never want to deprive anyone of education. Strikes are always a last resort and always happen when we are not being listened to. The media will try to spin it and tell you we are all selfish misers who want better pay. We don’t. We want an end to a broken and corrupt system that exploits children and benefits the rich - that is all. Support your local schools, help out where you can - and vote for a party who will bring the humanity back to education.

—  Okay, I know I haven’t posted in a while and this post is incredibly long. However for the last week I have been studying and preparing for my mock exams, around 5 hours each night. Want to know why I’m studying for so long for MOCKS because everything we need to learn is incredibly long, we have to learn a Shakespeare play plus a 19th century novella and everything else. I am a dyslexic student and the closed-book exams are ridiculous, ever heard the quote “you can’t judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree” this is what they are doing. This status is making its way around Facebook after a teacher called Rebecca Bradley posted it highlighting what’s going on. It’s seriously messed up and needs to change not just the GCSE’s but budgeting.

anonymous asked:

hello! another anon here X'3 just wanted to ask you if oyu could do RFA + Saeran + V reacting to MC teasing em by moaning their names, also love your blog :'D (this is my very first ask to this type of blog so if oyu dont wanna answer its okay)

No worries! I currently have 23 asks I wanna try and get done, so this is fine! You don’t need to worry hun. :3

Yoosung

  • Yoosung is innocent as it is
  • literally it took him ages for him to do anything slightly sexual
  • but you always enjoyed teasing him about it
  • so every now and then you guys would be laying on each others laps and just snuggling
  • but sometimes you’d shift and get on his lap
  • and then occasionally let out the tiny “yoosung~” 
  • this boy would go from 0 to 100 real quick
  • he’d shift uncomfortably, and stare
  • “y-yes MC?”
  • you’d do it again, spreading your legs
  • “y-yoosung, ahh~~”
  • he’s realizing his pants are getting tighter and tighter by the minute
  • and you wigging your ass on him is NOT helping
  • eventually he goes “m-mc.. can you help me with this issue?”
  • and you’re happy to oblige~

Zen

  • moaning his name unleashes his beast, alright?
  • so you guys are most likely relaxing and cuddling in bed
  • it’s his day off so he wants to spend it with you
  • but you smirk and slowly slide your hands down his chest
  • by then he’s already blushing
  • “zenn~” you gasp out, eyes closed, teasingly 
  • he stares and he’s trying to think of words to say before you do it again
  • and he’s gone
  • he’s on top of you and smirking
  • “you called, babe?”
  • let’s just say the rest of the day was not spent cuddling
  • more like massive sex amirite 

Jaehee

  • lesBIAN POWER UNITE!
  • you guys were working at the coffee shop
  • and it was a really slow day, so not many customers
  • but jaehee was still at the register 
  • and she wasn’t paying a lot of attention to you
  • so you decided to tease her
  • occasionally you’d pass, lean in her ear and moan her name
  • “mm, ja-jaehee~”
  • her face would get red each time you did it
  • and finally she just slowly went over, told the 2 people in there that it was closing time
  • and after that, she huffed, grabbed you, and dragged you away to the back of the shop
  • you guys had a quickie, but it was really good~

Jumin

  • jumin was at work, and you were at home 
  • so, what better way to tease him then at work?
  • you were on the bed, just relaxing when he answered
  • “yes mc? you needed me?”
  • quietly, you let out his name, a soft moan
  • “jumin~~ ah, I want you~” you called out
  • if you saw his face, you’d see the obvious red
  • jaehee asked if he was alright
  • you could hear him saying he was sick and needed to take the day off
  • and then quietly on the phone, he whispered
  • “i’ll be there soon, kitten” 
  • he hung up and you blushed, thinking of what was going to happen
  • you guys had sweet sex for the day~ ;3

Saeyoung

  • he was working at his computer
  • not being a hacker anymore, he was just fixing it up
  • but you were laying on the bed and slightly bored
  • so you roll over to watch him, and call out
  • “saeyoung!~”
  • he doesn’t answer, just grinning
  • you knew this game
  • you huff a bit, before moaning his name “s-saeyoung~” 
  • he blushes, but turns his head slightly 
  • “yes princess?”
  • “mm,, saeyoung~” you had your eyes shut, hand sliding down
  • and in 0 seconds flat, he was on you and holding your hand up above you
  • “tsk tsk tsk. naughty, are we?”
  • okay who doesn’t love dom saeyoung amirite

Saeran

  • this bab is so shy when it comes to this
  • but he has a dominant side he keeps hidden
  • so when you guys are just sitting on the couch and watching movies
  • hearing you go “saeran~” in a low moan
  • made me freak out and blush like crazy
  • he eyes you, trying to remain calm
  • “what do you want, mc?”
  • “s-saeran~” you called out again
  • he scoffs and looks away
  • though he has a small problem
  • he’s debating on something, before growling
  • he simply looks over, and smirks
  • “what’re you doing? those lips belong down here right now~” 
  • you were most happy to shut up and suckle the dong
  • good dong, weed good, 2k17
  • please don’t actually do thy drugs

V

  • lookit dis bab
  • does this bab look dirty?
  • no. he’s innocent and smol.
  • so you moaning his name is gonna drive him crazy
  • he’d be blushing and running his hands through his hair like crazy
  • he’d awkwardly shift every now and then
  • and he’d have a big problem 
  • but he kept hearing you moan his voice and it wouldn’t go away
  • until he heard you giggle and lean over to stare at him
  • “need some help, hun?~” your hand would go to his pants and he’d groan
  • “y-yes, please, mc~”
  • you like giving your boyfriend pleasure, mkay?
Semiotics in Fandom Texts

A brief lesson on media decoding for the Check Please! Fandom

Semiotics is the study of signs/symbols and their use/interpretation. It’s basically how is meaning is created and expressed. Stuart Hall, notably, had a preferred reading theory. 

There’s encoding and decoding in all media. The content creator (an artist, journalist, etc) makes a piece with an intended meaning. They encode a message into their work. It’s the job of the audience to take that piece and decode its meaning.

 Now, it’s not often that straight forward. It’s not just like you have an audio jack straight from the brain of the creator into your mind so you can download their exact intended message. You have things like ethnic, racial, regional and religious backgrounds. You have how old you are, the generation you were raised in, and  the kind of education (formal or otherwise) that you’ve received. Whether you’re nuerotypical or allisitic sometimes comes into play. What privileges, or lack thereof,  and experiences you carry with you heavily impact how you interpret media. And even when a creator comes out and says “this is exactly the lens through which I want you to see this piece,” that can still be ignored or disregarded. 

Hall broke down how an audience decodes meaning into three major categories: 

Dominant reading- you’ve hit the nail on the head. This is exactly how the creator intended you to consume this media. You figured out the message and have accepted it as such. 

Negotiated reading - you’ve taken the message, and there are parts of it that you accept. You’re negotiating your bias with how much you believe that the intended message is indeed the message. Perhaps you see how it could be interpreted differently, but you’ve chosen to accept your interpretation as THE message. 

Oppositional reading - you’ve basically rejected the entire message in favor of something more aligned with your beliefs. This is like when global warning deniers refuse to look at facts and figures because they’ve been conditioned to believe that “the science is still inconclusive”. (just one example, more on this later)

Typically, the way people read media messages is more on a spectrum. So I’ll be using qualifying terms such as “more”, “less”, “closer to” and “further from” in order to describe placement on this spectrum. 

Case Study: In Universe Meta Meta 

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Undo (2)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Epilogue | Epilogue: We Meet Again

Description: You’re wandering aimlessly when you meet him: the tall man who looks like an angel, the bright red hair on top of his head resembling fire. This angel boy tries to help you, but you soon find out more about him that turns your world upside down.

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death, sexual themes

Word Count: 2,114

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy :D (thank you for such an awesome reaction for part one omg)

That night, it was like your whole world crashed down on you. Memories of the past - the correct past - flashed in and out of your mind, you couldn’t single in on one but you definitely saw a lot of Chanyeol. You heard so many angry voices and crying; you simply couldn’t stand it.

But when Chanyeol put his hand on your shoulder again, everything went away. You attempted to control your breathing, but how could you with all this information being stacked on you at once?

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Appropriateness of Eagle Feather Awarding

@wierdrocks asked:

One of the main characters in my book is Lakota Sioux and at one point he’s involved in the heroic rescue of a dozen people. In my research of Sioux culture I found that the eagle fathers often associated with Sioux abd other Plains Indian cultures are awarded similarly to medals like the bronze star– for valor and bravery. I guess my question is whether it would be appropriate for a teenaged boy who isn’t a soldier to be awarded an eagle feather for bravery?

Before I start, I’m going to say “Sioux” is considered a slur by tribe members! While it’s what most research is classified as, and what most legal documents are, use Oceti Sakowin instead. Or even better, the tribe name. This post has more info.

Two little misconceptions in here: 

1- That there is such a thing as “soldiers” among Native Americans in the way we think of the military in Western society. Yes, eagle feathers are an equivalent of a bronze star, and are awarded to veterans even to this day, but the details of who gets what award shouldn’t be taken to mean the exact same thing in Western versus Native society. Goes double if this is any sort of historical context and not as influenced by Western society. From what I understand, most men were eligible to fight and many would. But I haven’t done much research on the topic; just looked at census data that shows a significant drop in men in the 25 to 49 age bracket. 

2- That childhood is under the same constraints in Native as within Western society. Native kids would do stuff for the tribe and train for their eventual responsibilities pretty young, learning how to live in the bush and whatever future responsibilities they’ll hold. While they wouldn’t be considered adults until they reached certain milestones in their lives (these vary by tribe so I’m not even going to bother attempting to list), 15, 16, 17 could be considered “adult” in the tribe. Some tribes skew younger, some older. It varies. It could’ve also changed over time.

Please understand the tribe in its own terms, instead of filtering everything through the Western viewpoint. While that’s a good place to start (especially in regards to eagle feathers and war honours, because that is why you do not wear a headdress if you haven’t earned it), it’s not a good place to write from.

As for your question about the appropriateness of eagle feathers/a recognition of what he did. Who got what award is very detailed— and different— per tribe. I recall reading about the Omaha people (through a fantastically detailed ethnography by Alice Cunningham Fletcher and Francis la Flesche. I believe it’s simply called The Omaha Tribe), who are plains Natives and speak a related language, and how they had about ten or twenty different types of honours depending on the acts of bravery done. Not all of them were eagle feathers. Some where regalia, some where weapons, some were privileges. I recall one particularly high honour being having a close female relative tattooed with a design over her neck (she herself could not utter a sound during the process).

Therefore, while it might be appropriate for him to get an honour, it might not be that honour. He might genuinely be too young, or he might be old enough, or that act might make him be considered old enough. If it was the right context it could be an eagle feather, it might be deemed something else, or it might not even have an honour associated with it. All of these are possibilities. 

I am not Lakota or Oceti Sakowin, so I can’t tell you what is appropriate or not. All I can do is provide a slightly broader context, which is “Natives have their own system of honours given for bravery that extends beyond eagle feathers”. Your best bet is to ask the Lakota themselves, giving details about the situation in as much depth as you can. Here is a guide on how to research specific tribal customs and how to approach them. Of course, if any Lakota or Oceti Sakowin followers want to provide information, please do!

Good luck!

~Mod Lesya

love.exe | ch 1

Originally posted by mimimochi

characters: wen junhui/original female reader

genre: fluff, angst

summary: his own creator rejected him. he was created to love and that is exactly what he will do.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: happy birthday to chinese prince wen junhui, here’s a new series

chapters: 1 / 2 / 3

Y/N! Take this trash out to the dumpster before you head home!”

Yeah, I got it,” you yelled back at your manager in reply, counting the money one more time before sticking it back in the register, which closed with a ding.

Rain began to pour outside, and before you knew it, you were soaking. “Man, now I’ll need to wash this uniform..” With a yell, you threw the heavy bag of trash into the dumpster.

You were about to run back inside, until something caught your eye.

A finger. No, a hand. Sticking out of the dumpster. It could have seemed like some dumb prank, and two kids would have been waiting to get a video of your reaction, but it was dark, raining, and this was an alley on the bad side of town..

Curious, you reopened the dumpster, plugging your nose, but also hoping for the best. “Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead,” you pleaded.

Surely enough, there was an arm. Two of them, a torso, and moreso, an entire body.

Your initial reaction was to recoil, and you sighed, seeing the interval of their stomach rising up and down. Picking up their hand, it felt cold, hard, and you couldn’t pick out a pulse, but from what it seemed, they were sleeping. You weren’t very strong, but with a bit of straining, you managed to pull them out.

Odd enough was the sound of metal hitting the floor when you did put them down, and with the rain pouring, you couldn’t make out much of their appearance, except for their face.

You shook their shoulder, moving to a spot where the rain didn’t hit as much. “Hello? Excuse me? Wake up, it’s raining!”

You grabbed their hand, meaning to check for a pulse again, but their eyes shot open.

You screamed, feeling your back hit the brick wall as you jumped. Surely they were awake now, and they blinked at you a few times.

Shaking, you removed your sweater, and gently draped it over them.

“S-sorry I can’t help you any further, but it’s cold, stay dry and get home safe!! Also, please stop sleeping in dumpsters!”

You ran off.

“Love..?” The person muttered, watching as the rain seemed to roll off his skin.


You got home that night just fine, but the following morning, you groaned as you felt your nose stiffen. It was just a small convenience store job, but it paid decently, so you decided on heading back to work that morning. You called your boss, who you reassured that you were fine.

The bus ride there was less traumatic than yesterday, but the skies were still grey.

Sniffling, the doors to the back of the convenience store jingled, and you pulled your sweater closer to you, sighing as you felt the air change.

“Oh, there you are!” the cheerful voice of your manager chimed. Greeting her, you took whatever you could of the cold medication. “Is it my shift yet, or is Wonwoo still holding up the fort?” you asked, referring to one of the other workers, Wonwoo.

“He’s only got about ten minutes left, but I don’t want you covering for him quite yet, so you can just restock the shelves.” Sighing, you nodded, leaving the employee backroom.

“Morning.” Shoving some of the boxes aside, you began stocking shelves, the store still sparingly empty.

“Y/N.” Looking up, you saw Wonwoo calling you over frantically. “What’s up?”

“Some guy’s been standing outside waiting for you for about the past half hour—yah, are you sick?”

You blinked. “Some guy? And yeah, but I’m fine. Who’s out—” “No clue. I asked what his name was, but all he said was ‘love’ and ‘girl’. I asked boss, and she said Nayoung’s last shift was a couple of days ago, so if it’s not you, it’s probably her.”

He leaned in, “Also, he’s kind of creeping the customers out because he keeps on coming onto every girl that comes within a 10 foot range, so I hope it’s you.”

Wonwoo stood at about nearly six feet, jet black hair framing a relatively handsome face. Girls came by from time to time just to stare at him, but most of the time he simply waved them off. He stood in front of the register idly flipping through a magazine. He was also kind of your next door neighbor, but considering it was only your first month living in this town, you weren’t very close.

“Well, thanks,” you muttered, going to the front of the store. 

The doors jingled as you pushed them, and a silhouette quickly rose. “Love!”

In one fell swoop, you were pulled in by some remarkably strong arms, but because they were quite tall, you didn’t get to see who they were. Struggling, you yelled, “Let go!”

You were quickly released, and finally got to take a look at the person. They cocked their head to the side, confused. He was about your age, if not close to it. He was also oddly skinny, but had human-like features so you at least assumed he was human. His eyes were a striking green that seemed to revert to brown every second.

“Are you alright..?”

No response, just another cock of the head.

“Do you understand me?”

More silence.

“What’s your name?” you asked, sighing until you recognized the familiar jacket lining his shoulders. Under that, he wore a plain cream colored t-shirt, with dark jeans and sneakers. He seemed perfectly normal, if anything, so why was he in a dumpster last night?

He moved his wrist, and under it, the name ‘Jun’ was etched, almost like a tattoo.

“Is your name Jun?”

Ding.

That itself seemed to set something off. His demeanor changed, and he straightened his posture, now making correct eye contact.

“Thank you for activating me,” he spoke, a smoothness to his voice that you enjoyed.  He bowed. “My name is Jun. It’s a pleasure to meet you, my love.”

It was all quite nice, and definitely respectable, except for that last part. “Your love..? Say, I think you’ve got the wrong person, I just moved here, I don’t—” “—You found me last night. You were the first person I saw, therefore you are my love. Or would you rather be known as Master?” You quickly put your hands on his shoulders, shushing him, glad no one was around. “You don’t say things like that in public! Look, Jun, it’s nice to meet you, but I really think you have the right person. Do you have someone I can call?”

He blinked.

“Call?”

You nodded. “Like, on a cell phone..?”

That seemed to confuse him even further. “Cell phone..?”

“Hey,” a deep voice called out. The two of you turned to look at Wonwoo, who raised an eyebrow, but ignored it. “Uh, it’s kind of your shift now.”

“Shift? As in working shift?” Jun asked, an eager tone filling his voice. You sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Chop chop, Y/N,” another voice chimed, and you turned to see Nayoung. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were with your boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” Jun asked. “He’s not my boyfriend!” You cried.

You groaned, taking a final look at Jun, who still didn’t seem to get the memo. “Come inside if you want, and I can get my manager to help you. But stop pouncing on girls outside!”

“Whatever my love Y/N wants,” Jun replied. 

“Can it.”


“Um, Y/N…” Nayoung asked, a tense tone in her voice. You looked up from the register. “Yes?”

She motioned to behind her, where Jun currently stood, reading the magazines, making an odd facial expression every once in a while.

“How long is he going to be here?” she asked in a hushed tone, hands wrapped around a broom.

You shrugged. “Wonwoo said I should take him to a concert and let him get lost on his own, and Boss said I should just take him to the police and let them handle him.”

“I second the police part,” she murmured. “Wonwoo’s just jealous because he was the only guy in our lives, as he believes,” she rolled her eyes. “Anyway, you down to hang out with him and I after work? It is still your first month moving here, but you should at least make a few more friends. Warm up to the place, you know?”

You nodded, coming out from behind the counter. “That sounds like an okay idea. Let me get rid of him first, though.”

Nayoung put a hand on your shoulder. “And in case you don’t, you could have always used a boyfriend.”

Shushing her, you walked out from behind the counter, Nayoung taking your place as you walked over to Jun, who looked up from his magazine. “My love!”

Hearing snickering from behind you, you forced a smile. “Right. Anyways, how would you like to go with me somewhere after work?”

Jun blinked. “Somewhat of a date?”

You sighed. 

“Is it alright if I take this magazine with us? It has been a great source of knowledge.”

You eyed the magazine, narrowing your eyes. It was a teen girl magazine, the deepest shade of hot pink.

“As soon as you pay for it first,” you replied.

He cocked his head to the side again. “Pay..?”

You nodded. “Paying; the form of exchanging currency for goods or services…?”

Jun blinked. “I have no currency.”


Considering you didn’t own a car, and that she and Wonwoo were going to hang out later anyway, Nayoung let you borrow her car. You had a license, but with barely having moved into the town, you sort of lacked funds for a car, thus making the bus your main mode of transportation.

Jun continued flipping through the magazine, but he eyed the car with a sense of curiosity.

“So this is the contraption they call a car..” he muttered, dazed. “You act like you’ve never seen a car before.”

“I have not.”

The sky is still pretty grey, you noticed as you got in the driver’s seat, pulling the seatbelt on. You had to help Jun with his, as his got stuck.

“This is not my car, so please treat it nicely.”

The car ride there was mostly filled with Jun talking, as he rambled about the magazine and its contents. You figured that it would have been nice to at least get some background information, at least figure out if he remembers anything. Wonwoo helped you deduce that he was most likely an amnesiac, and woke up in the dumpster having head trauma, causing him to lose his memory.

Hell, neither of you were doctors, but it was better than nothing.

“So Jun,” you began, “do you know where you’re from?”

“Sort of,” he replied, attention still focused on the mag.

“Alright. Do you know any family?”

“Family? I believe I am the first of my brand.”

“Do you even have a last name, Jun?”

He blinked. “Wen?”

“Wen Junhui. Okay. We’ve at least got a starting point,” you breathed, and the car halted to a stop. “We’re here!”

Jun looked at the edifice outside. “Why have you taken me here? The magazine did not mention this of being anywhere near an ‘ideal date spot’.”

“We’re not on a date, we’re here to get you some help! To help figure out where you belong!”

Jun looked dazed, facial features beginning to soften. “Ah. I see. You’re trying to get rid of me.”

You nodded in agreement up until the last part. “Hmm?”

“It’s because I lack common h-human features, is it not?” Jun stuttered, but it sounded more like a computer glitch than an actual stutter. He stared down at his fingers. “It would appear my feelings are not reciprocated. Research indicates that the common thing to do here would be to run away, therefore, I will be taking my leave.”

He unbuckled the seatbelt, but unaware of his own strength, pulled on the car’s door handle too harsh, and ended up ripping it off. “I will apologize to Nayoung about that later.”

He still exited the car, and you took off after him. “Wait, wait, wait!” 

You latched onto his hand, and feeling the touch of human warmth hit his own metal hand, a circuit sprung in Jun’s mind. Emotional sensors…. rising.

Y/N?”

Jun, please, that isn’t what I meant, I just—” you coughed, but you were quick to look up. “You called me by my first name.”

“Is that what you want?” Jun asked, a smug grin replacing the features on his face.

You blinked, confused. “What are you..?”

He stepped back. “I should re-introduce myself,” he bowed. “My name is Wen Junhui, and you are correct, I am not human. I was created to find and understand the human emotion of love. Please take care of me!”


been a little slow these last few days, and this chapter was originally longer but tumblr loves to mess up on me. anyway heres a new series that i have soo much for already

happy birthday to ½ of china line, our wonderful prince wen junhui!!

as always, requests are open!

-admin steph

Purple

(A/N): I really like these color soulmate au’s at the moment so take another one :)

Request: Do you can write a Wanda x female reader soulmate imagine where [Y/N] is Tony’s younger sister who’s a mutant with powers similar to Wanda’s except reader’s energy color is blue and they meet during AoU and they fight each other until they realize that they’re soulmates before they hug and share a kiss?

Warnings: none 

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor


Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

    You’d never been able to see the color purple, every other color you could see crystal clear but whenever you so much as glanced at something purple it would take up an almost monotone color, a simply grey to be exact.

   For years you’d wondered if there was something wrong with you, something in your brain or eyes that wasn’t registering the color but it was when you reached the ripe old age of 16 that you truly found out why you couldn’t see purple. Soulmate. That was the only explanation, something about your soulmate had to do with the color purple and so you couldn’t see it, not until you met them at least. 

   At first the idea of soulmates had been a hard thing for you to grasp but as you aged into your twenties you began to grasp the idea that someone, somewhere out in the world Had been made just for you just as you had been made just for them; like two pieces of a puzzle or two peas in a pod. 

   As soon as you learned what a soulmate was you were bound and determined to go out and find them- whoever they were. So you saved up and spent your money traveling the world, searching for your so called soulmate. But your little expedition led you to where you were now, trapped inside a cell as scientists experimented on you. 

   "Wait till-“ you growl, biting down on one of the scientists fingers as they attempted to shove something down your throat. "Wait till my brother finds out,” You smirk despite the amount of pain you were in, some poison they put into your body no doubt. A thin sheen of sweat covered your body and it took all of your willpower to bit throw up or cry. Instead you grit your teeth through your pain, pulling against the restraints that these people had you in.

    You close your eyes as something deep settles within your bones causing you more pain than imaginable. Despite your best efforts you scream, your mouth opening widely as your cry pierces the stale air of whatever basement you were in. But suddenly you were jolting upwards, no restraints, no pain coursing through your veins. A layer of sweat covered your body and as you looked around you could see little wisps of blue energy hanging around the air. It was just a nightmare- just a nightmare. You weren’t in some dingy basement, you were in Stark tower, in your older brother’s tower. 

   With a shaky sigh you clutch a hand to your rapidly beating heart, willing it to settle down but as soon as it began to even out a sudden crashing filled the air and suddenly there was a robot sized hole in your wall. One of Tony’s maintenance bots stands in your room, it’s eyes glowing at you dangerously. 

   "Jarvis, power down the bots-“ but before you could even finish your sentence the bot attacked, lunging towards your bed. With a scream you jumped from your bed, just barely managing to miss the bot gripping at the sheets madly. It cocks it’s head to look at you, it’s whole robot body rigid and suddenly it was coming after you again but luckily you were prepared this time and you counteracted it with a short blast of energy, sending the bot exploding. 

   You pant softly, your heart racing once again. First a nightmare and now this? What was going on in the tower? Without missing a beat you jog out of your room and down a few floors, to where Tony had been having a party. Immediately the sight of robots and avengers greets you, each one battling for dominance of the room. One look around and you knew that your team was screwed.

    ”(Y/N)!“ Tony yells over the commotion. "What’re you doing up?”

    “Believe it or not it’s kinda hard to sleep when the maintenance bots decide to attack you,” you shrug, throwing a quick wisp of energy at 2 approaching bots. “What happened here?" 

    "It’s a…it’s a long story," 

    "Well,” your energy wipes out a good chunk of the robots in the near vicinity, little wisps of blue still lingering behind. “I think we’ve got time," 


    "Let me get this straight,” you mutter as you slip on your boots. “You created an artificial intelligence, one that could destroy the world and you didn’t kill it when you had the chance?” Tony sighs as he pilots the jet the avengers were on, all of you on your way to some location, one that Ultron had been spotted at. 

    “(Y/N), it’s not that simple,” Tony begins only for you to cut him off. 

    “Tony, the world is danger because of you, got that? If you had taken some responsibility for once in your life then this wouldn’t be happening right now-" 

   "Don’t get started (Y/N),” Tony warns, gritting his teeth in restraint. 

   “No Tony, I will get started and you wanna know why? You can’t act like your age for one fucking second and-” Your sentence cuts short when the jet shifts, just enough to alert the team but there had still been movement. “Did you feel that?” You ask and immediately afterwards the jet shifts again, this time much more dramatic than before, nearly knocking any free standing Avengers to the ground. “Tony, what’s going on?” You grip his seat for support, looking out of the window to see what was going on. Your eyes train on two figures below you, one with silver hair and the other- well, the other was glowing red it seemed. “Wait a minute, aren’t those the kids from that mission?” You ask, squinting to get a better look but as soon as you did the jet shifted again, knocking right into a building beside you. 

   “We might want to get outtta here,” Tony mutters as he attempts to get a grip on his steering, trying to steer it back to where he wanted it to be. “Whatever mojo those kids have is messing with our ship and I doubt it’s gonna last long,” At his words the front of the jet slowly began to tip down, angling towards the ground menacingly. You, and every other avenger begin to slide to the front, quickly gripping onto something so you didn’t go hurdling through the windshield. “Shit,” Tony growls as he starts pressing an innumerable amount of buttons, attempting to gain control but the ship didn’t obey his command, instead it kept angling downwards, the jet rather suddenly approaching the ground.

   “Tony,” You yell as the jet angles down completely, leaving you smacking into the front windows, an almost sickly sounding crack coming from the glass. The jet seemed to be falling faster now and the glass was cracking beneath you, Tony was still trying to get control of the ship while the others were yelling commands at you, telling you not to move or to shift your weight the right way, but none of that mattered when the glass below you shattered, leaving you to smack against the ground painfully. 

   “Fuck,” You mutter, arching your back as pain surges through you. You open one of your eyes, just in time to see the jet go skidding into some building, tearing the thing to the ground. With a groan you pushed up from the dirt ground, going to make your way towards the jet when a suddenly blast of red energy hit you, smacking you against a wall of some old building. Pain crawled up your spine once again, leaving your head throbbing in pain as you slumped to the ground, all the fight nearly drained from your bones. 

   “Don’t move,” A rich, accented voice demands of you. You crack one eye open to stare at the perpetrator, none other than the brown haired girl from the mission previously. Little wisps of red energy swarm her fingers, much like your wisps of power, only an entirely different color. Another groan falls from your lips as you allow your head to slump back against the wall behind you, your body much to weak to even think about moving. You do happen to spare a glance at the wreck of jet and building and what you saw didn’t look the best; the building was on fire and as far as you can tell there wasn’t a single avenger in sight. 

   “Shit,” You mutter, opening your other eye to blink blearily at the fire. You shift just a bit, pushing your hands beneath your body to stand up when a red finger is pointed at your head. 

   “I said don’t move,’ Your fight seems to return at her words, an anger brewing beneath your skin at her attitude. 

   “Fuck you,” You growl as you bite her finger, hard enough to break the skin. With a yelp she pulls back, nursing her now bleeding hand. You take her moment of distraction to quickly elbow her face, a satisfying crunch coming from her nose. She falls to the ground, her head nearly spinning as you book it to the crash, hoping to get there before the silver haired guy could catch up. “Tony!” You scream as you run at the building, so close you could feel the flames licking your body. “Steve!” You approach the rubble, searching for any sight of one of your teammates but when you found none you began to grow a bit concerned. “Nat!” You cry, pulling up chunks of the building as you attempt to make your way into the rubble. “Bruce!”  Your cries stop short when you hear a resounding thud from behind you, a sound that could only be made by one object. 

   You whip around just in time to see the Avengers emerge from chunks of the rubble, Steve’s shield stuck in a robot’s body. The were beaten and bloodied but they were alive. 

   “(Y/N),” Steve chokes, his breathing a bit heavy as he does, “Take down the twins, we’ll take care of the bots,” You nod your head, an almost relieved smile overtaking your features. 

   “You got it Cap’n,” With a little salute you turn your body towards the two mutants, the sliver haired speedster helping the brown haired girl to her feet. Wisps of energy gather around your fingers as you take a step towards the two, your whole body thrumming in power.

    The two happen to look up, their eyes widening at the sight of you. With a smirk you send a beam of energy their way, thoroughly surprised when the brown haired girl counteracted it with her own beam. The two colors collide and immediately a spark fills the air, getting brighter and brighter with each passing second. You furrow your brows as you look at the sparks forming in the middle of your beams, it was a color you’d never seen before- nearly blue but with a slightly red undertone….Suddenly both of the beams become this vibrant color, thrumming as your two colors mix. And then it clicked- it was purple; this was the color you’d never been able to see before. Immediately your energy powers down, little wisps of it clinging to the air as the vibrant color soon fades, leaving you and the brown haired girl staring at each other in shock. 

   You’re soulmate was the bad guy? Your mouth runs dry at the though and you can barely find the words to speak as you come to this conclusion. Your hands shake and you feel the extreme urge to cry, something you rarely ever did. 

   “Oh my god,” You breathe out, a small tear cascading down your cheek. “Oh my god, y-you’re my-” The girl nods and it looks like there are tears of her own gathering within her eyes. Blood soaks her hands and nose and you do feel a pang of guilt knowing that you’d been the one to hurt her, your own damn soulmate. 

   Despite knowing that she was working against you, despite knowing that she was working with Ultron you find yourself running towards her, not stopping until you’d wrapped her up in your arms, your face buried in her neck. Two arms wrap around you and a warm cheek presses against your head, making you feel more alive than you ever had. 

   “My soulmate,” she breathes out, her lips ghosting along your skin as she does. “Mine.” She repeats, firmer this time. You find yourself nodding against her, your heart overpowered with emotions. 

   “I-I-I don’t even know your name,” You whisper, pulling back just enough to stare at her bloodied, beaten face. She smiles gently, wincing slightly as she does. 

   “It’s Wanda, Wanda Maximoff,” You smile as you gingerly press a kiss to her lips, making sure not to get any blood in your mouth. 

   “I’m (Y/N),” You mumble against her lips, relishing in the small breath she breathed against you. “(Y/N) Stark.”