it's not really as kids but oh well it involves their childhood

lockedinmybody  asked:

daliaaaaa could you tell me your fave sterek fics please?? :)

How could you ask me this? Do you have any idea how many sterek fics I’ve read over the years? How many I’ve loved?

This is a short list of the very few I could think of off the top of my head. I think I’ll probably make a recs page, because I’ve been meaning to for a long time. I have a recs tag, but that includes different pairings as well.


Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!”
Derek raised an eyebrow at him.
“That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress.
Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.”

(Otherwise known as the Elevator AU)

The Price

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

Around The Bend

The first time Derek catches sight of the new yoga instructor, Stiles is in the middle of showing a class how to do downward-facing dog. Derek walks into a wall.

Things don’t exactly improve from there.

Derek can’t stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his family’s gym. Stiles thinks Derek’s a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.

can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful

“Be cool, Dad, we’ve decided to con Grandma.”

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the right wrong idea.)

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Youngblood part 5: Extraordinary Girl

A/N: Wow! Every time I post, I am shocked at the love and response I get from everyone. You guys are truly amazing! Thank you for being patient with me, as I was a little busier this week. Also, the first person who figures out how all the part/chapter titles and the fic title are related gets an OC based on them for an upcoming part :D My little treat for one lucky reader! Much love, as always, to the PodSquad for always helping when I am struggling with the writing! <3

Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC (Stella Anderson)

Rating: NSFW, mature content in later parts

Word Count: 4137 (again, I got carried away)

Warnings: (for this part) language/cursing, gang activity; (for later parts)  underage drinking, drug usage, smut, kink

Summary: Stella has known Toni Topaz almost her whole life, but was shipped off to boarding school before high school. When life throws Stella a curveball, she ends up back in the Southside with Toni. Immediately she is drawn to Toni’s tall, Serpent friend Sweet Pea. Becoming increasingly involved in his life, Sweet Pea can’t help but to take notice of the girl that fell into his life. If he’s not careful, he may be the one falling.

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Toni and I pulled off the road into a small clearing that was filled with motorcycles and old cars. We sat in my car, music blaring, and trying our best to rap like Blackbear until the boys arrived. A knock on my window caused me to jump in my seat, and Toni started laughing at me. I looked up to see Fangs, an incredulous look on his face. Toni and I hopped out of the car. Fangs was running a hand down my car, his jaw hanging open in wonder.

“You better close your mouth before you catch flies,” I told him. Sweet Pea had walked up to us while Fangs was admiring the car, and both Sweet Pea and Toni broke out into laughter over my comment. Fangs turned to glare at us before focusing his attention back on my car. He suddenly spun around, smiling widely.

“Stella, this car is a work of art. Can I drive it?” Fangs asked enthusiastically.

I smiled back at him, responding, “Nope.”

His face immediately dropped and he looked like someone had run over his puppy. “Why not?” He whined.

“Because,” I spoke slowly, “It’s mine and I don’t want a reckless teenage boy behind the wheel, trying to see how fast she can go. Do you even know how to drive a stick?”

Fangs lack of response told me everything I needed to know. We all laughed at his expense and started walking toward the Quarry. Fangs and Toni walked on ahead, with Sweet Pea and I following more slowly.

“He’s right Stella,” Sweet Pea said looking down at me, “That’s a beautiful car.”

I smiled back up at him proudly. “Thanks Sweet Pea! Her name is Trudy,” I explained proudly.

He laughed at me, a full on laugh, not just a chuckle. When he quit laughing, he asked, “You named your car Trudy?”

I crossed my arms in mock anger and glared at him. “And what’s wrong with the name Trudy?”

“It’s just not the sexiest name,” he tried to clarify. “And that, is one sexy car.”

I smirked at him, “Yes she is. And for the record, I didn’t name her. My grandpa did. He named her for his wife, my Grandmother, Trudy. The car was his originally.”

“Ah, that explains how you got such a cool old car,” Sweet Pea stated.

Arms still crossed, I narrowed my eyes at him. “Just what is that supposed to mean?”

“It’s just,” he started, “You don’t exactly seem like the kind of girl who is under the hood, fixing up old cars.”

“And you know exactly what kind of girl I am, huh Sweet Pea?” I was annoyed now and stalked off to walk with Toni and Fangs. I heard him sigh behind me, but he made no move to stop me. I’ve known him eight hours and suddenly he thinks he knows me. I admit, I overreacted slightly, but he was rude. He knew nothing about me, or what kind I girl I am.

Just then, we walked up to a clearing with a small lake. Fangs opened his arms, gesturing to the area with a big smile. “Stella, welcome to the Quarry!” I laughed at his antics. “Now, tour! We have the beach and the lake obviously. There are a couple different areas where we have some bonfires halfway built. There are like two picnic tables, but someone is usually napping on them. On the north side of the lake, you can climb the rocks. On the south side, it’s more flat and better for lounging around.” Fangs finished his verbal tour with a smile.

I smiled at him in return. “Thank you for the tour Fangs.” Toni looped one arm with mine and looped the other with Fangs and started pulling us to the south side of the lake. We climbed up a narrow path to a flat area that had a nice view overlooking the lake. Toni lay down on the ground, using her backpack as a pillow. Fangs and Sweet Pea went over to the edge of the rocks and sat. I sat down next to Toni, looking out over the Quarry. We weren’t very high up, but we had a great vantage point of the Quarry. There were quite a few kids here when we arrived, with more arriving each minute. There were some teens with their jeans pulled up, walking around in the shallow water. There was a group of guys kicking a soccer ball around. A group of girls has commandeered one picnic table and were watching the soccer-playing boys. A large group of Serpents were congregated on the north side of the lake, opposite us. Some were smoking. Some were involved in a card game. Some were reading or appeared to be attempting homework. This place was so fascinating with its eclectic mix of teens.

A hand waving in front of my face brought me out of my thoughts. “Earth to Stella?” I heard Toni say.

“What?” I said, turning to look at her.

She laughed at my ignorance of her trying to gain my attention. “I said, what time do you have to be home?”

“Oh, Crystal said she’d be home at 6 with dinner,” I responded. “Are you coming for dinner, or do I need to drop you off on my way?”

“I’m actually going to hang out with Jughead later, so if you don’t mind dropping me off…” she trailed off, the unasked question evident.

“I’ll drop you off,” I replied. “No problem.”

“Thanks Stella, I appreciate it,” she told me with a sweet smile.

“Anytime Toni.”

After that, we fell back into a comfortable silence again. I leaned back on the rocks, soaking in the Vitamin D. I was enjoying the fall afternoon, as it had already been extremely cold in Connecticut when I escaped. As I was about to fall asleep, I heard my name again.

“Stella?” I opened my eyes to see Sweet Pea’s face hovering over mine. “Do you want to go for a walk with me?”

I nodded, needing to stretch my legs. I also wanted to apologize for overreacting earlier. I knew he didn’t mean it in a hurtful way like I took it. I grabbed his outstretched hand and he pulled me up. Dusting off my jeans, I followed along beside him down the path.

“I’m sorry Sweet Pea,” I told him after a minute. “I know you didn’t mean what you said in a hurtful way. You just don’t know me well.”

“Yet.” I looked over at him and he smiled down at me. “I don’t know you well yet, Stella.” I smiled sheepishly at him. “I’m also sorry I upset you, it wasn’t my intention.”

“All is forgiven!” I responded enthusiastically. We continued walking, the conversation dying off for a moment. After several minutes of silence, I had an idea.

“Sweet Pea?” He looked down, waiting for me to continue. “Why don’t we play Twenty Questions? That way we’ll get to know more about each other.”

He contemplated for a moment, before replying, “Hmm, that could be fun. As long as you don’t ask about my deep, dark secrets.” The look on his face was playful.

“We don’t have to play, you know, if you’re scared,” I challenged with a smirk.

His expression shifted into one of disbelief before he replied, “Scared? Of you? Never.” I laughed at his dramatics. “All right Stella, let’s play.”

I smiled widely that he gave into me. “Okay, Sweet Pea. What is your favorite color?”

“Either dark red or black. You?” he replied.

“Light grey,” I stated. “It’s such a calming color.”

“All right, what’s your favorite food?” he asked.

“Mexican food, any and all,” I stated. “And yours?”

“New York style pizza, none of that Chicago style bullshit. What’s your favorite childhood memory?

“Getting deep with the questions, huh?” I asked. He shrugged and I took a minute to think about my response. I had many happy memories of Crystal and Toni, but it was difficult to pinpoint a favorite. After a long pause, I had finally decided on my favorite.

“When I was 12, my father and Crystal were fighting a lot. He had left town on a business trip the week before Christmas, so Crystal decided we would go on our own trip. She took Toni and I down to the City for a couple days. We went to Rockefeller Center and saw the giant tree and went ice-skating. She took us to all the museums. She let Toni and I pick all the restaurants. We went shopping. It was really just the most amazing girls trip.” I smiled up at him wistfully. “It was also one of the last things I ever got to do with Crystal. She and my dad split up not long after and I wasn’t allowed to see her again.”

“What do you mean you weren’t allowed to see her?” Sweet Pea inquired, confusion written on his face. “Isn’t she your mom?”

I sighed. “My biological mom died when I was 6. To me, Crystal is my mom. To my father and the courts though, she was just his wife who had never adopted me and had no legal rights. My father couldn’t be bothered with what I wanted, so I never got to see her after the divorce. Until this week that is.” Sweet Pea stopped walking and I turned to look at him. “What?”

“It’s such bullshit that your dad kept you away from Crystal,” he fumed. “She was your mom and he just, took that away from you. How do you forgive something like that?”

“Did I say I forgave him?” I questioned. “No, I didn’t. And I don’t, forgive him, that is. I don’t forgive him for a lot of things. But I can’t tell him that now, so I’m just trying to move on. I can’t change my past, but I can move past it. I’m not going to hold all these grudges against a dead man when it would change nothing, only serve to make me bitter.”

I didn’t realize I was crying until Sweet Pea brushed his thumb across my cheek, wiping away the tears. He pulled me into his arms, giving me a very warm, comforting hug. We stayed in that embrace for only about thirty seconds, but in his arms, it felt like a lifetime. I could feel the muscles in his arms as they clenched to hold me tighter. With every breath, I felt his chest rise against me. I could feel his breath against my neck from where he laid his head on my shoulder. I was hyper aware of his body, flush against mine, as he held onto me tightly.

He pulled away from the hug, leaning back enough that he could look at my face, but still holding me. “Shit, Stella, I’m sorry I upset you.”

I smiled softly back at him and retorted, “You didn’t upset me, Sweet Pea. You just, you brought up some issues I haven’t fully worked through yet.”

He smiled softly, the corners of his lips turning up ever so slightly. “Either way,” he whispered, “I don’t like seeing you cry.”

I smiled slightly back at him. “Thank you Sweet Pea.” We stood there, staring at each other for several moments more. He was still holding me in his arms, looking down at me. His eyes were like black holes, pulling me in deeper with every passing moment. For looking so tough on the exterior, he was surprisingly gentle with me. Wrapped in his arms, I felt safe. I felt like nothing in the world could ever hurt me again. As we stared into one another’s eyes, I noticed his face slowly lowering to mine and I felt myself trying to meet him in the middle. My eyelids fluttered closed and I waited to feel his lips on mine.

“Heads up!” I heard before I felt something ram into the side of my face. My eyes shot open as Sweet Pea released me from his arms and took a step back. Sweet Pea was rubbing his jaw and a soccer ball lay on the ground beside us. Sweet Pea seemed to have taken the brunt of the hit, with his jaw already turning red. I couldn’t see my own face, but it didn’t feel too bad. I noticed a blonde boy jogging over to us. He had longer, dark blonde hair, falling in messy waves to his shoulders. He was wearing black joggers and all black Nike’s, with a Southside Serpents t-shirt. As he came closer, I realized he was tall, with dark, piercing blue eyes. He was clearly muscular, the t-shirt pulling tight across his chest and arms. He had a lazy, apologetic smile on his face. He grabbed the soccer ball and pulled Sweet Pea into one of those bro hugs that never quite made any sense to me.

“Sorry about that Sweet Pea,” the handsome blonde apologized.

“Yeah, just watch where you’re kicking that thing next time,” Sweet Pea said. Sweet Pea looked from me to the blonde and sighed. “Stella, this is Romeo.”

The blonde, Romeo, took a step forward and grabbed my outstretched hand. He slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to my hand gently. I could feel my blood rushing and my face heating up. Romeo looked up from my hand, a smirk on his face as he straightened up at a snails pace.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” Romeo crooned. “It’s very nice to meet you Stella.” As I regained my senses, I heard Sweet Pea scoff from beside me. The blush across my cheeks darkening with Romeo’s every word.

“Nice to meet you too,” I squeaked back. Romeo smiled at me, a dazzling white smile that made it difficult to function. He turned towards Sweet Pea, resting the soccer ball on his hip.

“Yo, Sweet Pea,” Romeo implored, “Parents are out this weekend and it’s party time. You in?”

I turned to Sweet Pea and noticed his change in body language. When we were alone, he was more open. His shoulders were relaxed and his expression was calm. With Romeo in front of us, his arms were crossed and his broad shoulders were tensed. His expression was still neutral, but he looked more intense. He seemed much more guarded.

“Yeah,” Sweet Pea grumbled, “I’ll be there.”

“Tuff!” Romeo turned towards me, grinning wolfishly. “What about you gorgeous? Can I expect to see you this weekend? I’ll save you a dance.” Romeo winked at me, waiting for my response.

I was unsure how to respond to this boy I had just met. I looked up at Sweet Pea for guidance, but he was staring a hole in the side Romeo’s head. I nervously pushed my hair back before responding. “I’ll have to check my schedule,” I stated, trying, and most likely failing, to sound flirty.  

Romeo smirked back and took a step forward, placing a hand on my arm. “I look forward to seeing you again Stella,” he purred. He grabbed my hand again, pressing his lips to it once more before moving to walk away. Before he got too far, he called back at Sweet Pea, “Aye, Sweet Pea, tell Toni and Fangs to come too!” With that, the blonde jogged back over to the rest of the group playing soccer.

Knowing my face was the color of a fire hydrant, I kept my head ducked as I turned back to Sweet Pea. I finally looked up at him as I felt my face cooling and found he was staring at Romeo, who was now kicking the ball around with his friends. His expression was difficult to read, but he almost looked angry, and like he was lost in his thoughts. It was as though he was trying to make Romeo trip over the soccer ball using his mind.

“Sweet Pea, are you okay?” I inquired. He looked down at my worried expression and sighed. He uncrossed his arms and his expression lightened, though he still appeared guarded.

“Yeah I’m fine Stella,” Sweet Pea affirmed. He sighed again. “Why don’t we head back up to Toni and Fangs?”

“Okay,” I replied. We started walking back the way we came, but this time, Sweet Pea walked a couple steps in front of me. We walked all the way back to Toni and Fangs in a tense silence. I wasn’t sure what I did wrong, but I was hurt that he was ignoring me. Before Romeo hit us with the soccer ball, I was almost sure he was going to kiss me. Now, I was just confused. I plopped down next to Toni, who was lying with her head on Fangs lap. Fangs was reading a comic book, and Toni, at first glance, appeared to be napping. Sweet Pea sat on the other side of Fangs, as far from me as he could get. When I sat, they both looked up and smiled. Toni’s smile had a glint of mischief behind it and I knew we were going to have a discussion when we got in the car.

“Killer!” Fangs exclaimed. “You’re back! How was your exploration of the Quarry?”

I laughed at Fangs enthusiasm, something I realized I was doing a lot, before answering. “Yeah, it was nice. Well, it was until I got smacked in the head with a soccer ball.” Fangs and Toni laughed, knowing I couldn’t have been hurt badly since if I was up here joking about it.

“Romeo has bad aim,” Sweet Pea explained. “He said to tell you guys he’s having a party this weekend. His folks are gone.”

At Sweet Pea’s words, I could see Toni’s eyes light up. She looked at me with a glint in her eye and I knew right then that I would be going to that party with her.

“Yes! Stella’s first Southside party!” Fangs gushed. “You are going to love it Stella!”

I laughed at Fangs, again, as did Toni and Sweet Pea. “He’s right Stella,” Toni agreed. “Romeo is known for throwing the best parties too. His parents have a decent sized house and it’s always packed! You have to come with us!”

I smiled, “I’ll think about it Fangs. I have to see what Crystal says first.”

Fangs face dropped and Toni patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry fido,” she told Fangs while staring at me with a smirk on her face, “Stella will be there.”

We all sat around for another half hour discussing the party, our plans for the weekend, as well as Serpent problems they had been having since FP was arrested. All too soon, it was nearing 6 o’clock and I had to leave.

“Toni, are you ready to go?” I questioned. She got up off the ground, groaning as she stretched.

“Yeah, let’s motor,” she replied. I chuckled at the use of one of her favorite phrases. Standing up, I turned to say goodbye to the boys when I noticed they were also standing up and gathering their things to leave.

“We’ll walk you guys back to your car,” Sweet Pea said, looking directly at me. I nodded in acknowledgment.

We started heading back to my car, Fangs walking in front with Toni and jabbering on about something trivial. I was focused on Sweet Pea, who was walking just to my right. The path was narrow, not quite wide enough for two people to walk side by side. As we walked, our hands would brush against one another, my heart skipping a beat each time. Finally, we made it back to my car.

“All right boys, catch you on the flip,” Toni said, sliding into the passenger seat.

“Goodbye you beautiful, sexy thing,” I heard Fangs say. I looked over, confused, to see him stroking the hood of my car lovingly. Toni, Sweet Pea, and I all started laughing at his actions.

“Hey Fangs, do we need to leave you two alone for a minute?” Sweet Pea said between bouts of laughter.

Fangs mocked glared at all of us. “Stella, I don’t care what I have to do, but one day, you’ll let me ride in your car.”

I laughed at Fangs as I slid into the driver’s seat, “Sure you will. Bye guys!” I shut the door, started up the car, and drove off towards Sunnyside to drop off Toni. It hadn’t been a minute before she turned to me, eyes wide with excitement.

“So,” she began, “What’s the deal with you and Sweet Pea?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied.

“Stella, don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you. I saw you on your little stroll around the Quarry. I wasn’t there but I saw him hug you and I’m pretty sure you were about to kiss before Romeo kicked the soccer ball at your head.” I could feel my face heating up as Toni brought up the intimate moment Sweet Pea and I had shared. “Ah! You’re blushing! You like him!”

“Okay, I think you’re right,” I admitted. “I may have a teensy little crush on your friend.”

“I knew it!” Toni exclaimed. “God, I ship you guys so hard. He needs someone to care about and you need to get laid.”

“TONI!” I yelled at her, my cheeks flushing even darker with embarrassment. I laughed softly at Toni’s excitement, “And don’t get your hopes up, I think he’s mad at me.”

Toni whipped around to look at me. “Why on Earth would you think that?” she questioned.

“Well, when we were walking back to you guys after I met Romeo, he didn’t say a word to me,” I explained. “He just stalked off, a few feet ahead, ignoring me. I’m not sure what I did, but he seemed kind of mad.” Toni started laughing so hard that she was having trouble breathing, while I just glanced over every few seconds in confusion. Once she regained her composure, she smiled.

“I can’t believe you’re so dense Stella,” she began. “He was jealous! Listen, Romeo is a huge player, so I can only imagine that he was hard-core flirting with you, right in front of Sweet Pea. He’s not mad at you, he’s jealous that you and Romeo were flirting!” She started laughing again. “Oh, I want to give him so much shit over this! Sweet Pea. Jealous. I’m dead!”

I drove as Toni continued to laugh to herself, thinking about what she said. Was she right? Did Sweet Pea just get jealous? It made sense. Before Romeo came over, I thought we were having a moment. Then, Romeo came over, kissing my hand, promising dances at his party. What Toni was saying made sense, but I was so confused. I had known this boy for less than twelve hours and he was already affecting me in more ways than one. I pulled up to the trailer Toni directed me to and put the car in park, waiting for her to go in.

“Stella,” Toni started quietly, “I know you don’t have a lot of experience with guys, but Sweet Pea does like you. I’ve never seen him act the way he did with you before. I mean, at lunch when you had that panic attack, he looked so worried. He has smiled at you and joked with you. He was jealous! He never takes to anyone this fast. I just wanted you to know that it’s not some act to get in your pants, okay? He likes you.”

“Thanks Toni,” I replied, smiling softly. I didn’t know what else to say to her.

“You know I’ve always got your back Stella. But I have my boys back too, and I will support this one-hundred percent as long as you guys aren’t stupid about it,” Toni cautioned. I nodded at her, still sitting in a somewhat stunned silence. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school Stella!” Toni got out of my car, walking up the few stairs to Jughead’s trailer. I made sure she was inside before I drove towards home.

The whole way home, I was thinking about Sweet Pea. He was so sweet to me, something I gathered from Toni was rare. He was smart, and you’d have to be blind not to see how attractive he was. I was hyper aware of every inch of him when he was close to me. If he was all I could think about after only 10 hours, how was I possibly going to get through seeing him every day? I pulled into the driveway of my new home with the realization that I was already well on my way to falling for this boy. And it’d only been ten hours.


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anonymous asked:

Hello! I just stumbled on this blog by complete accident, and it's interesting to read your posts about akechi! I'm sorry if this actually comes of rude or ignorant or whatever, but i'm genuinely curious about life in orphanages in japan. Your akechi seems to be awfully not fond of it, and i guess the same with go with canon akechi actually. What are you thoughts?

OH MY GOSH? im really flattered that you found them interesting, and im more flattered that you actually want to hear my thoughts on such a delicate subject. youre not being rude or anything!!

i very well cant give proper opinions on a subject without laying down the facts first, though, and surprisingly, other than passing mentions and links to an article or two, no one really talked about just how awful the system is in japan, and in turn how it affected goro, so let me talk about the system while adding in my own commentary

WARNING: WERE GOING TO SPOILER TOWN HERE.

spoilers and very, very, very, VERY heavy text under the cut. im so sorry mobile users

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All the Best People Are... Pennywise x Insane!Reader

Requester: goddessgamergirl

Prompt: Hey I love your bill/Pennywise oneshots there so good and I wanted to know if you can do a insane or killer reader x Pennywise that meets Pennywise through the Loser club? And he’s just in awe of her

Warning: Mentions of abusive father 

Note: I had stupid geometry homework to work on first. Homework before fanfic kids. I really, really, really, don’t like geometry. You can tell I’m holding back from unleashing unholy curses upon this page. Also goddessgamergirl im sorry if this wasn’t what you were thinking of but I hope it still fullfils you. 

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Originally posted by alana0626

You huffed as you stared at the tv upside down tv watching the news since there was nothing better to watch. Oh wait, the tv wasn’t upside down YOU were upside down.

Whoops.

Anyways you were on the couch still in your pajamas upside down like a bat. Today was Saturday so there was nothing you could really do. You could go meet your friends but that sounded too….eh.

You could go over to your neighbors and strangle her roosters that woke you up this morning. They derived you crazy so sometimes you’d sneak over and violently shake her roosters little necks until you were satisfied or caught.

Then you’d calmly walk back into your house and enjoy in the afterglow of strangling the most hated thing in the universe. But at the same time that was too boring. You pressed your finger to your chin in thought wondering what you should do.

Your mother walked by with a basket of clothes and noticed you uncomfortably upside down staring off into space.

“Sweetie? Why don’t you get dressed and go see your friends?” Your mother asked.

“I don’t know I kinda just wanna….hang here…ya know…nothing much to do…with this short life of ours….”

“How long have you been bored for?”

“3 hours. I finally found the meaning of life though!”

“Go get dressed and get out of the house.” Your mother sighed before walking upstairs.

You groaned but unhooked your ankles from the top of the cough and ungracefully tumbled backwards until you ended up sitting on the floor staring at the seat of the couch in front of you.

You simply hummed before standing up and walking upstairs and into your room. You searched through your drawers trying to find something clean to wear. You were too lazy to put your clothes away.

“Nah.”

“Nope.”

“Ehhh…nope.”

You dug through your entire dresser until you found the perfect shirt that was the classic Alice in Wonderland quote. You put on your pants as well where one part was solid black and the other was vertically striped white and black.

You slipped on your shoes before walking over to your bike and pedaling furiously down the road talking and laughing to yourself along the way. You arrived to Bill’s house and knocked on the door loudly pounding your first until he opened it.

“D-D-Dude my parents are upstairs-”

“Don’t need to know. I need help.”

“(N-N-Name), y-you need professional help.”

You threw your head back like you were being possessed and laughed in a maniac sort of way. When you snapped straight up you were serious, “I have therapy every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. I’m fine. Well…as fine as I’ll ever get. Lost my mind many years back if you can’t recall.”

You were mentioning how ever since you were born you suffered from serious trauma from your father. He was the worst father in history and would beat and verbally abuse you everyday.

Your mother was the same, only she had it much worse.

After he was done beating you he’d throw you into the cellar which was basically the stereotypical horror cellar with rats and cobwebs. So your little mind in order to keep you alive had broke.

You were found stabbing your father to death with a knife laughing the entire time. Your homicidal tendencies weren’t there much and were just empty threats most of the time.

Keyword most.

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More on solarpunk education:

So I made a big post about cooperative, age-appropriate games as a solarpunk education method, but in my ideal solarpunk world that would only be one aspect of education. Here are some other education ideas bouncing around in my head. Like cooperative games, they all require a lot of time, knowledgeable teachers, and community investment, but I think they would lead to healthier, enthusiastic people, fully prepared to live well and be lifelong learners.

Food Science Education: Starting at a young age with simple gardening and cooking, stuff that young kids can get really excited about. As kids age, folding in the complete science of where food comes from, its relationship with the ecosystem, how to preserve it, and how to prepare it.The idea being that by the time you’re an adult you should have the tools to competently feed yourself even if you end up focusing on other things.  

Relationship Education: An improvement on sex ed. Much of the same content, but expanded with more information for all genders and sexualities, and good, non-scare tactic science on the human body, reproduction, contraceptives, stds, and common communicable illnesses. Also, workshops on healthy relationship communication, self-care, meditation/introspection/self-knowledge, basic first aid, how to help friends in the midst of crisis or mental illness, how to recognize predatory/manipulative/abusive behaviors (in sexual situations and otherwise oh my god it’s so important, why aren’t we taught this early and often?), some basic childhood development stuff. 

Artistic Expression & Upcycling: Art classes which would cover art theory and allow for a lot of self-expression, but would also teach young adults to make and repair their own clothing, use basic woodworking tools, work with ceramics, safely fiddle with metals and basic electronics, and other practical “specialty” skills necessary for a world with less waste. 

Rotating Apprenticeships: Starting out as small group field trips for younger kids, and evolving into longer choice-based apprenticeships in areas of interest, maybe taking up one day per week for high school aged kids. The community members involved in this experience wouldn’t necessarily give lessons on their livelihood – for example a farmer with a deep knowledge of medieval history and geology could focus on one of those subjects if they chose. This would give adults in the community a chance to delve deeper into subjects they loved, and kids a chance to learn a subject from someone truly enthusiastic.

Questing/Journeyman years/other travel: I know there are plenty of posts on solarpunk travel, but in an educational context I imagine it as a continuation of rotating apprenticeships. This would be a time for young adults to visit people and places related to their areas of interest. It could be very specific (like meeting and working with 5 scientists on 5 continents while studying food sustainability) or a more general exploration (visiting some great museums, WOOFing, contributing to public art, and journaling about the experience while trying to decide what to do next). 

Independent Project Salons: This would be a way to tie together celebration, community, and education. Informal salon settings would be a great place for young adults doing independent study or in the midst of travel to meet and talk about their experiences and ideas, and maybe show off their work. Possibly hosted by retired folks who could organize food and drink, introduce topics and guests, and add the benefit of their own experiences.

What other kinds of solarpunk educational programs do you love the idea of?

Favorite Things-chapter 5

Favorite Things Masterlist

Summary- Max gets to play bodyguard and takes Avonlea out on a real date. All in all, a pretty good day for him. They are starting to feel more confident in each other’s company and get to know each other better.

Warnings- Pretty fluffy. Like really really fluffy. Prepare yourselves for charming Max.

Word Count-2.5kish

Author’s Note- So, instead of feeling guilty about the whole agent thing…Max, has rationalized that episode and now he’s basically going to get rewarded for it. No creeping in this one. Next chapter yes, there will be a whole lot of creepy Max…like really creepy… and smut. I’m tweaking Max’s backstory a little. I added to it. I want to thank @supererogatoryblog for introducing me to the song Crazy Love by Mindy Gledhill….it is such a Max song and it goes with this chapter soooooo well.  Her whole Anchor album is super cute. You are awesome. This chapter is not beta’d. None of them are.

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Max waited in the hall for Avonlea. She returned a few minutes later. She wore jeans and t-shirt from a band he had never heard of. She had a purse and was pulling a rolling bag cart behind her. Her eyes were still red and puffy, her cheeks tear stained. It broke his heart knowing he was the cause of it, but if the results were her depending on him, then it was all worth it in the end.

They walked together in relative silence 2 blocks to the local grocery store. Avonlea looked around nervously down the street and over her shoulder watching and waiting for any sign of her possible stalker.

He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. “Relax, its broad daylight. You’re walking with me. Nothing is going to happen.”

“Oh no…what if he comes after you next?” She looked at him with wide eyes. His heart fluttered at the genuine concern in her eyes.

“I promise you, I will be fine. C’mon. Let’s go get your food.” He held open the door to the store open for her and followed her in.

She stood over to the side of the entrance near community bulletin board with her little cart and pulled out her planner. She had a list written in order of isle and food type. She pursed her lips and tapped them with her fingers as she mentally made a plan for a path through the store. She set out to her first destination and Max shadowed her. He watched her as she consulted her list and scanned the shelves. She read labels, compared prices and ingredients. Occasionally, he would reach things on the higher shelves for her when her tippy toes failed her.

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October AO3 Yoonmin readings:

1) Just like a tattoo (i’ll always have you)

Yoongi eyes him curiously, a small smirk playing on his lips as he observes Jimin’s movements. “First time?”

“Y-yes, I’m a virgin!” Jimin squeaks out, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, embarrassed at his own words.

Some sexual innuendos, Yoongi covered in tattoos and a very shy Jimin. Perfect combination.

2) Kickstart Series (Gang AU) (*)

This entire series is a masterpiece, I loved the story and all the characters. I recommend reading every single one even if Yoonmin is not the main focus in some of them.

2.1. Experto Crede (*)

“I-I don’t understand…” Jimin said, eyes watering as he focused on Yoongi. “I thought…you were going to kill me…in the bathroom.”

“Yeah, well so did I,” Yoongi said wryly, and Jimin flinched, trying to make himself impossibly smaller.

AKA It is a truth universally acknowledged, that Min Yoongi in possession of a heart will be in want of sleep.

I’m not lying when I say that i REALLY liked this one. If I’m not mistaken, this was my first time reading a gang yoonmin au and it was awesome. Dark and protective Yoongi taking care of a scarred Jimin. Keep in mind that this story deals with abuse and torture so please don’t read it unless you are comfortable with those themes. The only “bad” thing about this fic is that it’s only three chapters long (I needed more when I finished it SO BAD). Luckily, the author did a sequel which is the next one ->

2.2. Attero (*)

“Beautiful,” the man repeated under his breath, and Jimin felt a cold shiver travel from the bottom of his back to the nape of his neck. The way he said it wasn’t a compliment, or an observation, it was…it was like something Dongwon would have said, smiling as he held Jimin’s head underwater or ripped out chunks of his hair. It touched something that Jimin thought he’d buried a long time ago.

“H-have a n-nice day,” Jimin said softly, curling his fingers into his uniform apron. Sometimes it was best to pretend.

“Get lost,” Jungkook jerked his chin towards the door. “And don’t come back!” he called after the man, who glanced over his shoulder one last time before leaving the café.

*Follows Experto Crede

I loved seeing Jungkook and his foul mouth working as a barista and trying to protect Jimin with all his might. Also, Yoongi trying to be extremely careful with Jimin, worried about having scared him or disappointing him because of his actions. In general, Yoongi being so soft towards Jimin and wanting to protect him is such a contrast to his profession as a hitman (I MEAN HE CALLS HIM JIMINNIE). It’s a great sequel to Experto Crede and it shows us more of what Jimin had to go through during all those years so please be careful because it contains descriptions of torture and it can be triggering for some people.

2.3. Solus (Jungkook centric) (*)

“Yoongi changed you,” Jin said softly. “But Jimin is changing Yoongi.”

Jungkook frowned, teeth grinding together. “But…but I…” he said, looking at Jin hopelessly. “I don’t want him to change…”

*Companion piece to Experto Crede, but can be read independently.

MY BABY JUNGKOOKIE. I didn’t know I needed this but I really did. I appreciate so much this one because I came to understand better Jungkook’s actions in the first part. He really went through a lot and he just wants to be cherished and loved by the people who helped him and who he also loves. Also, I loved seeing Yoongi’s change in behaviour when he’s with Jimin through the eyes of another person. But the most important thing is how Yoongi cares so much about Jungkook but he’s not able to show him because he feels guilty. The hug broke my heart.

2.4. Cor Aut Mors (Namjoon & Seokjin)

The day Kim Namjoon said no to Kim Seokjin would be the day the earth stopped turning on its axis.

*Companion piece to Experto Crede, but can be read independently.

2.5. Caritas (Hoseok & Taehyung)

“Hoseok,” the boy answered distractedly, looking around the small space, the single bed. “Tae’s room? Are you Tae?”

“Mostly,” Tae shrugged. “Except when they give me medicine, and then I feel much less like him than I’m supposed to.”

“I feel that,” the boy nodded, reaching his arms over his head to stretch, a few joints popping along the way. “Remind me to never try and kill myself again,” he muttered. “One stupid time and they stick you in an asylum for half a year. But hell, I guess it worked. I don’t wanna’ die anymore, I wanna’ kill my family for sticking me in here.”

*Companion piece to Experto Crede, but can be read independently.

3) Give me a sign

Yoongi thinks the universe is a dick for a lot of reasons.
Reason #1: It gave a deaf person a soul-mark that revolves around speech.
Reason #2: Once he decided to hate his soulmate no matter what they were like, the universe gave him a really attractive soulmate.
Reason #3: Said soulmate is overly kind, no matter how much of a dick Yoongi is.
Reason #4: Yoongi is definitely fucked.

Soulmates au, deaf and stubborn Yoongi and some bullying. It was a good read.

4) Burn It Up (contains smut) (*)

“Hey,” Yoongi says. “It’s okay, what’s up?”

“I — ” Jimin stutters. “They — I dunno, hyung, I don’t — I think they might have fucked up my dosage or — I don’t — ” His voice cracks and he swallows, a little involuntary noise spilling out of his mouth as he tries to catch his breath.

Yoongi’s eyes widen in realization, something cold and numb slithering around his heart and squeezing so tight he feels like he’s suffocating.

“I think I’m in — ”

Alpha Yoongi and omega Jimin. They are both in BTS. I liked it a lot because the author mixed smut with angst and Yoongi tells us about his past and I really liked reading about his inner turmoil.

5) Where the heart is (contains smut) (*)

She hadn’t been ready to be a mother and Yoongi hadn’t been ready to be a father, but where she had turned tail and run, Yoongi had vowed never to do the same.

Single parent yoongi and babysitter jimin. I’ve been wanting to read this for a very long time and it didn’t disappoint. This story was extremely cute and the smut was GREAT even though what i enjoyed the most was reading about their struggles before they could have sex (living with a little kid is not the ideal scenario for sexy time) and the epilogue

6) Sweeter than sweet (contains smut) (*

Cupcake shop owner park jimin always worries & waits for his husband, special agent, min yoongi to come back home but one night he doesn’t.

I knew I was going love this the moment I saw the description. I really like seeing bangtan in the role of secret agents and gang aus and if you add a baker Jimin the combination can only be as sweet as this one.

7) Crybaby (work in progress) (*)

Min Yoongi and Park Jimin navigate the troubles of childhood, adolescence and young adulthood together; and all of the ups, downs and trauma that life brings.

“What’s the Park clan’s number one motto huh, Yoongi?”

“…Love yourself.”

GO READ THIS ONE RIGHT NOW. In this story, kid Yoongi has selective mutism and suffers from anxiety. I want to protect little Yoongi with all I have. It’s a work in progress but it’s going to depict Yoongi and Jimin’s lives as they grow up. I don’t like reading stories that are not complete but i’ve been wanting to read it since august and i finally gave in. It’s so well-written, I love Yoongi, Jimin and Jimin’s parents. I just loved all of it and I find Yoongi’s condition so heartbreaking and interesting and in a way relatable. I’ve been dealing with social anxiety for a very long time and even though it has never been to such an extent it still hits close to home and my heart breaks for little yoongs. Can’t wait to see how this story develops, (Seriously, I’m so obsessed with this story that I even made a moodboard because I’ve got no chill).

8) Bullet Boy (work in progress) (*)

If you want to make it big, you’ve got to start off small. This is something that Jimin acknowledges, for he just carries on singing features for underground rappers in the hopes of breaking into the mainstream scene even when the lyrics mean nothing to him.

If you want to make it in the scene, you’ve got to fake it in the scene. This is something that Yoongi understands intimately. But he’s never been one to be a poser, and there’s only far stuntin’ can get you before you burn out like the end of a cigarette.

Yoongi finally wants to move on from his bad past and take the gamble so that he can drop his first mixtape as ‘D-boy’, and he can’t think of anyone more perfect to feature on it than rising talent: Park Jimin.

Jimin really wants to break free from nights spent singing at hip hop clubs for a pittance and finally have his name on an official track in the music charts, but he’s going to need some help navigating the brutal world of music contracts and the paparazzi; and being involved in a scandal the likes of which the industry has never seen before.

GO READ THIS ONE RIGHT NOW TOO. This is another story I didn’t want to start until it was finished but OH WELL. It’s so good, like so freaking good. Her characters are all complex and I love it when fics deal with serious issues such as homophobia. This story is also set in South Korea and the author is working hard to get all the details right and I find that so commendable because it’s not easy at all. I really like how Yoongi ad Jimin kinda fall into the relationship slowly and naturally. I know there’s going to be so much more angst as the story progresses and it’s going to break my heart but the author said that it’ll have a happy ending so I’d recommend everyone to give it a try. It’s seriously good.

9) Pretty Little Baby Boy (contains smut) (*)

Jimin glanced through the open gap in the bag to see starched white cotton and a flash of bright red tartan, and that was when he realised what he was looking at.

Yoongi had brought a schoolgirl uniform to the love motel with him, which he was quite clearly going to wear just for him.

I read it this summer but I totally forgot about it because I didn’t write it down so that’s why I’m including it now (also i just reread it because it’s so good so here you go). Soft smut is always a blessing. Yoongi and Jimin explore crossdressing in this fic and you can find insecure Yoongi and reassuring boyfriend Jimin who is eager to see this side of his lover. Everything about this was so freaking cute. ALSO, Jimin taking pictures of Yoongi crossdressing was SO GOOD.


 Special mention of the month: 

~Creating a Home Series by  (*)

Namjoon/Seokjin + the rest of BTS as their foster/adopted kids

(She’s got a Tumblr account @thecheekybrunette so give her lots of love for such an amazing story) (Thank you so much for making me feel so many things and giving me five kids that I’ve come to love as if they were my own)

1.1. Welcome Home (*)

Seokjin is used to getting calls from social workers at all hours of the day, but never this late at night.

(In which Hoseok loses a mom and gains two dads and four brothers.)

This has to be my favourite namjin story I’ve read until now. I loved their characters and how they are not only a great couple but also the best team. They both care so much for each other and their children. All the children in this story have a special place in my heart: shy Hoseok, anxious Yoongi, loving but sometimes not gentle Jimin, epileptic and dramatic Taehyung and the cutest baby ever (I want to hug him and pinch his cheeks in every scene) Jungkook. This fic shows the hardships of taking care of children that aren’t yours and have many problems but also how that makes you love, care and worry about them even more. I loved this one too much.

1.2. Big Kids, Young Adults (work in progress)

“Jungkook had been so sweet growing up. He had the cutest little bunny smile, and he used to like snuggling something as he walked around, like his Elmo plushie or his teddy bear. He had been so cute.

And now he was so grumpy.

(In which Jungkook forgets his place at home, and the rest of his family does their best to support him and each other.)

Sequel to Welcome Home. The kids have grown up and are teenagers now. It depicts the struggles that normal teenagers go through, but they have extra luggage that they are carrying from their childhood traumas and illnesses. I love how much Namjoon and Seokjin try to communicate with them and try their hardest with all of them even when sometimes they make mistakes. They are such loving parents and my heart broke so many times when reading especially with Taehyung, Yoongi and Jungkook. A scene that I won’t forget is when Jungkook lashes out at Seokjin in the car on their way to the psychologist, I seriously teared up because it was too real. Can’t wait to read the following chapters.

1.3. I Have You

There wasn’t an untouched piece of skin left on Jimin that Jin could see. There was blood matted in his hair and bruises webbing across his face. Maybe he was better off under his clothes, but something about Jimin’s bitten hands told him otherwise. His chest constricted.

“Up,” Jimin repeated, his soft forehead wrinkling in confusion.

Seokjin shook himself out of it. “Yeah, honey, come here,” he said, his throat closing up. The words were barely a squeak.

Jimin’s first night at Seokjin and Namjoon’s house.

1.4. Something to Do and Someone to Love

“Watching Seokjin take such good care of their son always made Namjoon feel like the luckiest man alive. He had such great kids and such a great husband.

One thing was for certain: Seokjin had made him promise to not let the kids spend more than ten dollars each on him, but he deserved way more than that. Namjoon was going to have to raise the budget just a little bit.”

In which, Seokjin wants his kids to have a perfect Christmas, Namjoon wants Seokjin to have a perfect Christmas, and this one is more about the dads.

The family celebrating Christmas. For some of them it’s their first Christmas and it’s the sweetest. Jungkookie in this one made me want to hug him so much, my heart melted.

1.5. Puffy Eyes and a Pink Nose

Seokjin came into the living room, wrapping his robe a little tighter against his body. “Look who’s asleep,” Seokjin said. His voice was soft in the wee hours of the morning.

“And look who’s not,” Namjoon replied as Seokjin joined him on the couch, curling into his side. “Why don’t you go back to bed, babe?”

“Nah. Wouldn’t want to miss out on all the fun.“

(In which Jungkook wreaks havoc during his first few days at Seokjin and Namjoon’s house, but it’s not his fault at all.)

Jungkook suffering from Neonatal Abstinence Syndrom and Seokjin and Namjoon doing their best even when it is too much to handle, especially when they have to watch their baby suffering and being unable to do something about it.

1.6. Lucky to Have Someone Like You

“Hey,” Namjoon said, pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s cheek. His nose flattened against Taehyung’s temple. “No crying. You’re okay. We’re going to eat dinner.”

(In which Seokjin, Jimin, and Namjoon all take care of Taehyung post-seizure.)

I have developed such an attachment to epileptic!Taehyung you don’t even understand.

1.7. Sunscreen and Sunshine

“Splish splash,” Jungkook said, smushed up against the edge of his playpen. Seokjin detangled himself from Jimin and Taehyung and freed Jungkook from the fence encircling him. The sand engulfed his tiny feet when Seokjin put him down.

“Do you wanna come walking with us, Jungkookie?” Seokjin asked.

“Splish splash with Chim Chim,” Jungkook said seriously, his cheeks flushed from the hot sun. Seokjin held his hand.

“Okay, let’s go splish splash,” he agreed, looking to see if Namjoon was ready to go. He had Taehyung clinging to his back and Hoseok’s hand in his.

“Ready?” Namjoon asked.

Seokjin squeezed Jungkook’s hand. “Ready.”

(In which Namjoon and Seokjin take the boys to the beach.)

Namjoon and Seokjin go to the beach with their five little kids which means laughter, tears, fears, excitement and every emotion you can think of. This was too cute, especially Jungkook’s obsession with crabs.

1.8. Vulnerable

“Jin?” Namjoon piped up, his voice small in the silence that had washed over them. Seokjin grunted in acknowledgement. “Do you ever… Do you ever…” Namjoon played with the hem of his sheets. “Do you ever think about what it’ll be like to bury Taehyung?”

Seokjin’s book fell closed.

(In which Namjoon is terrified for his newest foster son, and rightfully so.)

Namjoon’s special connection with Taehyung and his inability to stop worrying about him. It broke my heart when he talks about his fears to Seokjin.


* my favourite stories

“Feel it in your soul” - a Deaf!Bakugou Bakushima fic for @recyciedtrash

(Also on AO3).

Eijirou is jamming in the kitchen when Katsuki gets home. The music is loud enough to make the floors vibrate, and he’s belting out the lyrics as he dances between the stove and the counter. He gives the curry a stir as it bubbles on the stove before shimmying over to the pork, which is frying on the adjacent burner. He nearly trips over himself when he notices Katsuki standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a sour look on his face. Eijirou gives him a sheepish grin and hits the button to turn off the music. He knows that Katsuki doesn’t like it when he plays music around the house, and is usually better about making sure to turn it off before he expects Katsuki home. Katsuki remains tense as Eijirou approaches and turns up his chin for a kiss. He can feel Katsuki relax somewhat as Eijirou wraps his arms around his shoulders, stroking his back with gentle fingers.

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Out Of Nothing At All - Fourteen

You’d lain in bed together for a while longer before deciding to move. Upon checking your phone you saw that Hotch had text you, telling you both not to bother coming in today. You didn’t have a case so it was just going to be another paperwork day.

You called him anyway, updating him on your situation and asking him about the possibility of being excused from field duty and staying behind at HQ until you officially went on maternity leave.

With you being pregnant, technically the Bureau had to do anything they could to assist with the pregnancy in case anything were to go wrong which they could be held liable for. You both knew this and Hotch agreed with your request telling you he’d been sourcing a replacement anyway, another female from Andy Swan’s unit and that he’d speak with them about her taking over sooner than planned. You thanked him profusely, another load taken off your mind.

With the day ahead of you now free, you and Spencer decided to start working on the spare bedroom. You didn’t particularly want to spend tonight alone either and although last night had been fine, it wasn’t a good idea for you to get too comfortable sharing a bed. You knew that you would eventually have to spend the night alone, but you prayed that any cases that came up in the next few weeks would either be local, or that Reid could work from HQ too. You’d mentioned this to Hotch as well who had said it would need to be assessed on a case by case basis, but if you and Spencer were prepared to foot the cost of a commercial flight if Reid was needed in the field, then something could be worked out. Spencer wasn’t normally involved in many of the take downs anyway, so could work just as well via video link from the office.

You showed Reid the spare rooms, the smaller one directly next to yours would of course be the peanuts and the larger guest room with its own en-suite could become Spencer’s.

Reid drove JJ’s car back first thing, collecting his own from her house and picking up a few more belongings from his apartment before heading to the local home depot for storage boxes. The guest room had kinda become your dumping ground for your Gramp’s memorabilia along with old crap that you never used but didn’t have the energy to take to the tip. If you could box up your grandfather’s stuff, then you could shift some of the crap into the smaller room for now so that Reid would have somewhere to sleep. It was a huge job though, one that you regretted starting almost immediately.

It didn’t help that Reid was so interested in the stuff you had of your grandfather’s, like old scripts and film cells and stuff, insisting on asking you about everything.

Three hours had passed and you were exhausted. You slumped on the floor with a bottle of water, leaning against the bed next to Spencer who was quickly thumbing through yet another script he’d found, complete with all of your Gramp’s notes.

“Which one’s that?” you asked him.

“Jackal,” he replied, not even looking up, his finger running quickly down each page. It always amazed you watching him devour the written word so quickly.

“Ahhh. That’s my favourite.” It had been a sleeper hit at the box office but had won a fuck ton of awards including an Academy Award for best original screenplay.

“It’s mine too actually.” Still not looking up.

“Hey Spencer….. You know the little girl at the start.”

“The one who escapes from the Jackal?”

“Yep….. That’s yours truly.”

And now you had his attention. “Really? Oh my god thats awesome! You must have been what? Eight?”

You nodded and explained how you’d begged your Gramp’s to take you to work with him again. You loved going with him, even though he couldn’t always spend an awful lot of time with you when he was directing. He’d set you up in your own mini directors chair in front of one of the monitors and you’d just sit mesmerised. Most kids would have found the constant repetition of the same takes being filmed over and over again boring, but you’d loved it.

On this particular day, the production had run into issues. The actress playing the younger version of the protagonist in the opening scene had been pulled from the movie at the last minute, her parents suddenly finding issue with the content. The producers had seen you sitting there, quietly observing the panic, and made the suggestion to your Grandfather. He’d been reluctant to begin with but had approached you and asked whether you thought you could do this. You could and you did, so excited to be involved. You hadn’t been allowed to actually watch the full movie until years later, due to its rating and it had been so strange seeing yourself on screen.

“So why didn’t you continue with it then?” Spencer asked you.

“Erm…. Well, as much as I enjoyed it, I remember seeing the actress on the set. And for a nine year old, she was so spoiled and haughty. Her parents and assistants ran around catering to her every need and she reminded me so much of my older sisters, thinking they were everything but actually being no more important than me. I just didn’t want to become that. I’d have hated to become from sisters or my mom.”

“Y/N, why….. Why don’t you get on with your family? You never really talk about them much except to say bad things.”

“Erm…. ”

“I’m sorry… That’s too personal. Forget it.”

“No its fine… You should probably know. I’ll guess you’ll eventually meet them anyway. So, I’m quite a lot younger than my sisters. There’s a 10 year age gap between me and the one nearest to me in age. I’ve just always……been different to them. My Mom spend a large amount of her childhood in fancy boarding schools due to my Grandfather’s job. He told me once that he regretted it so much because it turned her into a ‘spoiled little madam with ideas above her station.’ And because my Grandparent’s weren’t used to having the amount of money they were suddenly making, she pretty much got anything she wanted.”

You took a breath before continuing. 

“My Mom married rich, I strongly suspect she didn’t love my father. And she did the same with my sisters, using money from her trust find and our Dad to send my sisters to the same school she went to. My Dad was away on business a lot so he didn’t really have a say in what went on. He died just after I was born by the way… I never knew him. By the time I was born, my Grandpa was fed up with seeing her turning his grandchildren into little princesses and put his foot down with me. He told her that I had to go to a normal public school and have a normal childhood or else he’d cut her and my sisters off and they wouldn’t get their trust funds. My mom remarried… For money again, but couldn’t bear to lose her dad’s money so abided by his wishes, although she employed nannies to actually look after me. And because Gramp’s was older and making less movies, he started spending time with me, that he hadn’t with my siblings. It’s all terribly boring but basically they just all have a sense of entitlement which my Grandpa blamed himself for and I don’t feel any sense of kin to them. We’re all totally different in personality. Plus my Mom’s an evil bitch. It’s down to her that I don’t want kids.”

“How come?”

“Because she’s repeatedly told me that I wouldn’t be a good mother and I’m terrified she’s right.“ 

Wow…. Honesty for once. Most of the time you just told people that it didn’t fit your lifestyle. But somehow…. You felt you owed it to him to be honest.

“Your own mother told you that you wouldn’t be a good mother? What the fuck?”

“And my sisters….. To be fair. One of them had a point. I did nearly kill her kid.”

He coughed, “What?”

Fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. You’d never told anyone this.

“When I was thirteen we had a family party. My sisters are a lot older than me like I’ve already said, so I’ve got a fair few nieces and nephews. So the adults were all getting drunk and I was left in charge of the kids, supervising them around the pool.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “I looked away for two minutes, texting this boy that I liked and when I looked up, my five year old nephew had fallen in. And he couldn’t swim.”

You could feel the panic you’d felt all those years ago settling back in.

“I couldn’t move, I was frozen to the spot. All I could do was scream until the adults came running. They pulled him out but he’d stopped breathing.”

Spencer reached his hand out placing it on your arm, the motion calming you without you even realising. “They performed CPR on him and thankfully, he started breathing again. And he’s fine…. No ill effects. He probably doesn’t even remember it. But I do. And so do….. they. My Mom asked me what had been so important that I hadn’t been paying attention and when I told her I was on my phone, she slapped me so hard that she split my lip and marked my face. She called me a selfish little bitch and asked me how I’d feel if my nephew had died because I was too busy thinking about myself. And she’s right….. I’m too selfish to think of other people. It’s always all about me. My sister, his Mom, said she’d never leave me alone with him again and that she hoped I’d never get pregnant because ‘god help the poor child that has Y/N for a Mother.’ And whenever a new baby was introduced into the family, they’d laugh and joke and say that I wasn’t to be allowed near them because I’d drop them or something. So yeah…… That’s kinda why I don’t want kids. Because I can’t be trusted to look after someone else’s child let alone my own.”

Spencer was staring at you, his jaw slack, “What did you your Grandpa say?”

“He didn’t. He was away, and I never told him. I couldn’t tell him I nearly killed his great grandchild.”

It felt so strange saying all of this now, after all these years.

“Y/N, you were thirteen. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was. I should have been watching.”

“You were thirteen. The parents should have been watching, not you. They weren’t your responsibility.”

“It WAS my responsibility though. It was, I shouldn’t have been so selfish. But that’s me. Selfish little Y/N. You’ve said it yourself Spencer.”

“Y/N stop. Your family were out of line, in so many ways by the sounds of it. You know what it sounds like to me? Jealousy and resentment because of the special treatment you got from your Grandfather. They wanted to make you feel bad and they’ve used something that was NOT your fault to do that. It was a mistake, an accident. But it wasn’t your fault. And it doesn’t mean you won’t be a good mother.” His voice was quiet and soothing.

“But I won’t be Spencer, I won’t be. How can I be a good Mom when I wanted to get rid of her….. When I tried to get rid of her.” Your voice cracking now and tears threatening to spill.

“Y/N…. You didn’t though did you. Something stopped you. And you know what? Plenty of women who’ve had a termination go on to have other children and be great mom’s. Thinking of terminating or actually terminating a pregnancy doesn’t mean that someone is a bad mother, it just means that maybe that person wasn’t ready. Maybe circumstances meant that it just wasn’t the right time.” He inched closer on the floor until your shoulders were touching and he moved his arm so it was around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m truly sorry for the things I said yesterday. Now I know, I realise how much I must have added to these feelings. But what happened doesn’t mean anything. I know you’re going to be great at this. Because you’re strong, and independent. You’re opinionated. And how can you say you’re selfish when you do what you do for a living? You risk your life on a daily basis for other people. Hell you’ve even saved mine a few times. You’ll be great at this.”

Tears were freely streaming down your face down…..Christ, you couldn’t wait for these extra hormones to do one. You weren’t normally a crier.

“You think so?” Maybe if he genuinely thought this then maybe it was true.

“I know so.”

“Thanks Spencer,” you whispered, wiping your tears away.

“Nothing to thank me for…… But you do realise you have to tell your family about this. And then show them how good a mom you actually are.”

Now that was a point. This was kind of your opportunity to proof them wrong. And fuck, you loved proving people wrong.

“Will you come with me?”

He looked surprised and taken aback by your question and you were surprised too. But you actually did want him there. 

“Of course. Anything you need, I’ll do.”

And you knew that he was telling the truth.

anonymous asked:

Yes mom please tell us your favourite Canadian David Headcanons Like I, the mere European, have no clue about Canada at all but I'd gladly embrace all of your Headcanons 😄😄

oh boy okay you asked for it pal

(for the record: you may consider all of this as canon to Run Away Home, and I will tag it as such, but you may also adopt these for your own use if you wish! lmk though, I’d love to know which ones y’all like!)

  • in RAH I’ve been headcanoning David as coming from Hamilton for simplicity’s sake - it’s where I live. let’s go deeper: when I was six my town and in fact the whole county of Flamborough was amalgamated into the city of Hamilton. much of Flamborough remains relatively rural. so:
    • David’s mom lives in a nice suburb somewhere and he grew up there on the edge between urban and rural areas, knowing people from both (okay so this is just my life shut up)
    • His grandmother and grandfather, though, owned a small farm out in the more rural area and he spent a lot of time there as a kid, especially in the summers.
    • he went to college at Mohawk and got an apartment in the city… this is truly just my RAH-specific background but here we are so why not share
    • He loves Hamilton’s art community and its nature and parks and many many waterfalls
  • He LOVES to go camping wherever he can, with a special fondness for Banff and Algonquin
  • like 80% of us, he got his first job at Tim Hortons. Unlike 80% of us, he did not utterly hate it and can even still eat the food.
  • he grew up watching a lot of American TV/consuming American media, like the rest of us, but he also loved the fundamental Canadian stuff - Fred Penner’s Place and Crazy Quilt and Mr. Dressup and Big Comfy Couch were all major childhood staples alongside things like Mr. Rogers. Like all of us, he cried when Mr. Dressup passed away and still has weird random memories of Nanalan’ that he doesn’t think he could explain if he tried. He owned all of Fred Penner’s albums as a kid and will still buy new ones, and see him live any chance he gets, because Fred Penner is a national treasure. (He has tried teaching Fred Penner songs at camp, but for some reason the kids never seem to be into it.)
    • when he outgrew little-kids’ TV he still watched a lot of Teletoon and Family Channel stuff. He’s seen all of 6Teen.
  • his coffee order is a double double (two creams, two sugars).
  • he unironically dresses like a Canadian pretty often - flannels and the good ol’ Canadian tuxedo (denim jacket worn with jeans) are totally normal to his wardrobe.
  • he learned to drive a tractor before a car.
  • Gwen is surprised and delighted when he tells her he’s been drinking since he was nineteen, and then she’s disappointed when he points out that’s legal drinking age in Ontario.
    • he normally drinks ciders (not especially Canadian but just my hc lol), but he does like a good Caesar or Canadian whiskey (he just calls it rye).
    • also: he learned how to open two capped bottles with each other’s necks (no bottle opener) at a bush party once. he likes that this information shocks Gwen and decides not to tell her that he ended up there because he absolutely misunderstood what a ‘bush party’ entailed.
    • (admittedly all of these drinking headcanons come out of a fic I started and haven’t gotten around to finishing. idk when I will so I’ll go ahead and share here)
  • he doesn’t love winter but it takes at least 40 cm (~16 in) of snow and/or a windchill of -30°C (-22°F) or lower to stop him from going about his day.
  • as I noted in that other post, he loves Letterkenny because it’s just so damn accurate - he’s known so many people like the characters in the show! It’s definitely cruder than he’d like and he’d die of embarrassment if the campers or someone found out how much he loves it, but it’s just so funny. (what he doesn’t realise is that no one at Camp Campbell would be able to make full sense of the show.)
  • He’s read all of the Anne of Green Gables books and grew up watching the cartoon often. He still gets emotional when he thinks too much about Anne and Gilbert.
  • Canadian music, MY DUDES. He loves the Barenaked Ladies, Great Big Sea and anything involving Alan Doyle, the Arkells (he’s from Hamilton, it’s basically required), Lights, Alanis Morissette, The Tragically Hip, I could go on….
    • like literally the rest of the country, he watched the televised final concert of the Hip - it was in August 2016, so he was still at camp and had to watch an online stream that wavered in quality, and then he watched a recording again when he got back home - and cried his eyes out at the end.
  • He’s been to every province at least briefly, but never to the territories - they’re next on his travel list. Canada is huge and beautiful and he wants to see as much of it as he can!
  • he speaks pretty decent conversational French, but gets really nervous when he messes up or forgets a word, and the more nervous he is the worse he gets. it snowballs and often ends in him panicking.
  • he’s a very, very bad skater and absolutely useless at hockey. he’s okay at lacrosse and downhill skiing. he can handle cross-country skiing or snowshoeing pretty well, though!
    • and he spent every winter tobogganing down local hills. okay, he still spends every winter tobogganing down local hills, even after it was outlawed. no one pays attention to that law.
  • he LOVES maple syrup. and maple taffy. and maple cookies. and everything else maple. he and his mom have been tapping the trees on her property every year for as long as he can remember.
  • he wouldn’t tell you he cares much about sports, but if you insult the Leafs, the Blue Jays, the Argos, the Habs, or the Ti-Cats, he gets suddenly and irrationally defensive. he barely follows the games so he doesn’t even know why he gets so defensive.
    • (if pushed, Ti-Cats over Argos, and Leafs over Habs, even though being a Leafs fan is outrageously depressing.)
    • He would probably take a bullet for Wayne Gretzky. Again, he doesn’t know why. He just would.
  • On the note of Gretzky: you know the little cheers that kids add to the lyrics of ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’? After the line “you’ll go down in history,” many American kids add “like George Washington!” Like other Canadian kids, David says, “like Wayne Gretzky!”
  • He has been known to compulsively start singing “Don’t you put it in your mouth” when trying to stop campers from putting shit in their mouths.
    • He has also been known to remind kids to “stay alert, stay safe!
    • He also still wants a house hippo. Damn it. We all still want a house hippo…
    • in general he makes a lot of references to Canadian ads that we all remember vividly but no one outside of the country knows about. “MoooOOOM, Aidan cut me in HALF again!”
  • if presented with enough rocks he will just start building inukshuks. sometimes he does this at camp and the kids wonder what the fuck these weird rock structures are.
  • his wallet is still full of Canadian Tire money. they have points cards now. and yet he can still never get rid of the Canadian Tire money. it is eternal
  • he has a rim roller on his keychain. once Max asked what it was and David only sighed deeply. “another free coffee…” he said distantly
  • he, like most of us, has a very love-hate relationship with Toronto.
    • he calls it T.O. or T-dot, usually.
    • one time he was talking to an American who goes to Toronto sometimes for business, and they made a passing comment about Union Station. David’s eye began to twitch.
  • He learned to drop his ‘eh’s while in the states when he was still a camper, because other campers used to make jokes about it sometimes. they slide right back into his vocabulary the moment he gets home.
    • he still pronounces ‘roof’ in a way that strikes the kids as weird, and still uses Canadian spellings most of the time - colour instead of color, grey instead of gray, etc.
  • the boy loves ketchup chips. and all-dressed chips. and poutine. and back bacon. and aero bars, and kinder eggs, and actual smarties. I could go on.

I just scrolled up and saw how long this list has gotten so I… I will stop. but oh my god, I could go on forever, probably. Canadian David is good shit. I will be your Canadian David consultant if you want.

Fic Recs Mega Post

A little weekend reccing for any fannibals in need of a good read, this time we’ve got catmen, daemons and a goblin king… and that’s just for starters!

No Man’s Land by @empathalitis and @cannibalcuisine: Following a drunken, clumsy encounter with Hannibal… and Hannibal’s lips, and Hannibal’s hands (depicted in previous instalment In My Head There’s A War), Will finally has to confront his desire for the man he’s run away with. But, well, it’s Will and Hannibal, which means things are never going to be straightforward and between memories of ex-wives and a total lack of emotional intelligence, both men continue to tie themselves in knots rather than getting down to business. This wonderful fic skilfully flows between Will and Hannibal’s POVs, with an amazing handle on both characters and their emotions. And when that dam finally bursts? Well, let’s just say it is very, very much worth the wait!

Stray Cat by Not_You: Taking the “Hannibal is really a cat” theory to its logical conclusion, this AU finds Will working not for the FBI but for the government division that oversees the rights and management of human/animal hybrids. Some of these beings live as pets, others as humans, still others as part of the “Feral Nation” which operates outside of human society. And then there are Will’s worst nightmare, those who are kept in labs and cruelly experimented on. Hannibal is one such case, a human/cat hybrid placed into Will’s custody after escaping and murdering those who kept him in captivity. For a dog person, Will quickly grows attached to this fiercely intelligent, oddly endearing catman (and Hannibal, as usual, cares for no one but Will) but there are many, many hoops for them to jump through before going too far down that road… This is just a stunningly assured piece of writing – the worldbuilding is smart and intricate, Hannibal’s catlike characterisation is perfect and canon elements are woven in with care and intelligence.

Housewarming by @wrathofthestag (Mwuahna): In this latest part of the utterly wonderful, adorable Giving Themselves series (in which Will and Hannibal started dating after the Tobias Budge Incident™), the boys are moving in together. And a milestone in Hannibal Lecter’s life can mean only one thing: a big, fancy party (much to his dear Will’s horror). Invites are sent. Caterers are hired. Booze is stockpiled (well, Will and Bedelia will be in attendance). And shenanigans, inevitably, ensue. Not least of all when Will’s father shows up to set the cat amongst the pigeons (and to flirt with every female in sight). I love and adore this series with all my heart, and this latest part is no exception. It has everything: drunken hook-ups, Will and Bedelia bitching at each other, Mrs Komeda being fabulous, Will getting a handful of the Hannibooty, Jimmy Price saying words… it is, in other words, utterly glorious and I must insist that you read it. Now. Go!

The Vessel by @weconqueratdawn: Ok, I admit, I went into this assuming it was going to be an entertainingly kinky Hannigram romp (c’mon, the tags include “Coming Untouched,” “Threesome,” and “Wendigo porn” XD). And while plenty of kinks do get an airing, this is a much deeper and more complex fic than I had imagined, with an intense storyline exploring religious corruption, sexual slavery and the power of knowledge. Will is the Vessel of the title, a slave elevated to a sacred position within his society’s religion – which means that he suffers and bleeds for their sins, as well as being drugged and used as part of a sexual ritual by the holy men of his temple, including its Father, Jack (yep, there’s a bit of Jack/Will here!). Conditioned from his childhood to believe that he is performing a vital service for his community, doubts begin to creep into Will’s mind when Hannibal is installed as the temple’s new seer. This is an example of a brilliant writer taking elements of our beloved show and using them to create something fresh, intelligent and insightful, while always remaining completely true to the characters. It’s immensely impressive stuff that will linger in the reader’s mind long after the last chapter.

Labyrinth by @llewcie: Labyrinth was one of my favourite movies when I was a kid. Hell, it’s still one of my favourite movies – the amazing songs, the adorable characters… trying to figure out which is bigger, Bowie’s hair or his codpiece… So a Hannigram take on the 80s classic was pretty much guaranteed to appeal, and this fic does not disappoint! Will Graham wakes from a six-month coma to find that his father is dead and nobody seems to remember he has a sister, Abigail. Well, no one except the strange, alluring man sitting at his bedside – who claims to be the goblin king and that Will must defeat his labyrinth in order to get his sister back. The genius of this crossover AU is that, instead of a simple retread with the Hannibal characters standing in for those from the movie, Llew carefully redesigns the ‘verse to reflect Will and Hannibal. Which means we get a labyrinth that is much more dangerous and threatening, a “hero” who is long on sass and short on patience, and a “villain” whose intentions and morality are far more complex than they first appear. Oh, and a boatload of mutual flirtation, of course.

Quicksilver (series) by @weconqueratdawn with artwork by @theseavoices: I know, I know, I’m horribly late to the party here. This is just one of those series that I’ve been saving for special, but having been told off for my reticence by some fellow fannibals, I mainlined the whole series in a oner. And damn, it is as good as everyone says it is. In this AU, Will is a nineteen year old psychology student, who requests a meeting with Hannibal to discuss some coursework. Hannibal, impressed by the boy’s proposal, agrees to the meeting, little knowing that he will soon be utterly, irrevocably, life-alteringly besotted by the beautiful, confident, gender-fluid student who turns up at his office. Accompanied by some jaw-droppingly gorgeous artwork by theseavoices, this is an utter gem, a thing of beauty, featuring one of my all-time favourite versions of Will, who is sharp, sexy and empowered in these stories and a total joy to read. Don’t be like me and put off reading these – get over to ao3 and devour them now!

En Garde! by @artbyvictoriaskye (VictoriaSkyeMasters): VSM ends up on these lists pretty much every time she writes something new because she is a complete genius of AUs and rare pairs. Her latest is an absolute scream, taking the logical step of pairing Mads!Rochefort with Hugh!D’Artagnan in a brilliant funny, deeply sexy romp involving horse thievery, secretly soft villains and an impressive amount of spanking. It begins with a typically hot-heated, self-absorbed, vainglorious D’Artagnan once again search of adventure after his famous adventures with the Three Musketeers… and managing only to head back to the little village he had abandoned in search of glory. Where he makes the terrible mistake of splashing a certain eye-patched villain with mud and not apologising for it. And we all know what happens when you’re rude to a Mads… D’Artagnan soon finds himself a captive of the fearsome Rochefort but, as it turns out, he might not mind it all that much. This is easily one of my favourite fics ever, one I know I’ll be returning to over and over again.

Sweet Sanatorium by @thewanderingcannibal (wanderlust96): Sometime in the 1930s, a teenage Will Graham is institutionalised at his father’s request – partly for his sexuality (at a point in time when being gay could get you locked up) and partly for his uncanny empathy. Fortunately for Will, his new doctor finds these aspects of his character extremely appealing and Will soon finds himself under Doctor Lecter’s wing (not to mention, consensually, between his legs). Unfortunately for Will, though, not everybody’s happy about Hannibal taking favourites… One of the interesting things about Hannigram is that, by any measure of logic or reason, being with Hannibal Lecter is a terrible, awful, no-good decision. Except that, if you’re Will Graham, he might also be the person who can best love, protect and cherish you. And this AU hits that duality right on the button. It also contains a pleasing amount of murder and mayhem, so everything you could want in your Hannigram!

Tevelis by @shiphitsthefan: Ok, daddy kink is not my favourite. It’s not that I actively avoid it but I don’t go out of my way to find it either. And it certainly takes something special to make me truly enjoy it. So take this as the huge recommendation it is meant to be: I LOVED this fic. Post-fall, Will and Hannibal are playing a game. Their usual game, aka: “Hannibal is a cryptic bastard and Will can’t let him win.” Except this time, the stakes are even higher than murder and entrapment – this time, the boys have been discussing kinks, and Will’s tired of waiting for Hannibal to give. So he kidnaps a third party, one with empathic powers to match his own and, in something of a deviation from the usual Murder Husband M.O., doesn’t kill him. Instead, he uses him to finally find that one little word to light Hannibal’s fire… Daddy kink is definitely the marquee attraction here but it’s far from just a hook to entice readers. The kink is written with imagination, inventiveness and insight, used as a means of exploring Will and Hannibal’s dynamic as it develops into (somehow!) something even deeper and more intimate than it was before.

Hold for Release by @sunshinexlollipops (cloudsarefluffy): In this AU, omega Will Graham doesn’t use his empathy to consult for the FBI and BAU Chief Jack Crawford. Instead, he uses it to write for the Virginia Tribune and editor-in-chief Jack Crawford. This does not mean that he isn’t obsessed with the Chesapeake Ripper. Indeed, the nigh-on admiring tone of his articles about the serial killer is putting his job at risk. So being a sensible man who easily lets things go, Will starts a new story about… ha ha, no, of course not. Will, being an idiot who can’t leave well alone, takes his heat leave and his stored up vacation and (with a little help from Chilton being his usual idiotic self) winds up on the doorstep of one Dr Hannibal Lecter, an alpha who turns out to be quite a fan of Will’s journalism… especially his very flattering articles about the Ripper. I love and adore journalism AUs and the fact that this is an omegaverse version just makes it even more entertaining. Nothing is ever quite what it seems in this intricate and intelligent fic, with Will and Hannibal running rings round each other and thoroughly enjoying the process.

Turn the Page by @disraeligearsgoestumblin (DisraeliGears): I have a bone to pick with this fic – upon heading to bed one night I needed a new fic to read, and thought I’d get started on this. Cue me, still up at 4am, utterly unable to even think about sleeping until I finished this masterpiece. @disraeligearsgoestumblin, I entirely blame you for my inability to concentrate the following day! In this canon-divergent AU, instead of marrying Molly after Hannibal is imprisoned, Will sells everything, buys a motorbike and starts driving… and doesn’t stop for a good couple of years. Not until he, in quick succession, realises he wants Hannibal back, gets majestically drunk, and essentially gets adopted by a middle-aged Mexican woman who puts him to work in her bar. This beautifully atmospheric piece takes Will on a very different voyage of discovery than in canon, one in which, without the distraction of his ready-made family, Will has to confront the truth about himself and his feelings for Hannibal with rather more honesty. And the results are… interesting, to say the least… especially when a familiar face turns up at the bar…

One Way Out Of Many by @hellotailor and @nakamasmile: I cannot possibly describe to you the depth of my love for Phillip Pullman’s His Dark Materials series of novels – I utterly, utterly adore them. So reading this Hannigram crossover AU was a complete delight, especially given the lovely, inventive divergence it takes from canon. Set in s1, just as the symptoms of Will’s encephalitis are growing truly disturbing, Hannibal’s daemon (Daiva, who takes the form of a stoat) decides that Will and his daemon (Poppy, a crow) belong to her and Hannibal. So she sabotages Hannibal’s conspiracy with Sutcliffe, ensures that Will gets the treatment he needs and persuades Hannibal onto a new path: to ensnare Will via care and affection. The addition of daemons to the Hannibal ‘verse makes for a fascinating new perspective on the characters and their relationships. And, most pleasingly, both Poppy and Daiva are utterly fascinating creations in their own right, often getting sections written from their own POVs and given agency and agendas of their own.

A Companionable Silence by @hotsauce418: One Eye has been alone for a long time, believing it to be for the best and not seeing much chance for change anyway. Until the alpha rescues a young omega named Charmont from a cage and finds himself growing irrevocably attached to the fierce, spirited young man to whom he lends his protection. Raised as royalty, and an alpha besides, Char has serious issues of his own to work through, but living in close proximity makes it hard for either man to ignore their growing attraction, and when Char’s first heat hits, well… Soft alpha One Eye and sassy omega Char is surely one of the greatest madancy pairings yet – they’re a beautiful example of that contrasting yet complimentary dynamic that makes the rare pairs phenomenon so compelling. And hotty writes them with such obvious affection and care, it’s an absolute treat to observe. Valhalla Enchanted is a thing of beauty and you should all treat yourselves by reading this!

An Unorthodox Dinner by @ratbagqueen: This writer’s one and only Hannibal fic and it’s so damn good, I can only pray they’ll bestow another on us someday! Set post-season 2, Will is recovering from the events of Mizumono (and trying to figure out just why the hell he seems to be missing the man who gutted him), when he receives an invitation in a familiar, elegant hand. Hannibal, it seems, is still in Baltimore, somehow, and still has designs on having Will for dinner. Both more and less literally than Will fears… I rushed straight through this fic, utterly hooked by the slowly building tension between our boys. Both characters are beautifully rendered and the writing is pleasingly redolent of that sinister-yet-intimate tone of the best Hannigram scenes. Although I must warn you: anybody who has issues with seafood might want to steer clear!

As ever and always, if I’ve mistagged anyone or there are bad links, please let me know and I’ll fix them lickety-split. Until next time, lovely fannibals <3

Reconnected // Pt. 1

Word Count: 1,795
Member: Joshua
Genre: friends to lovers au, fluff
Summary: actually based off a real life experance for me, except its not joshua hong and the guy is weird. Anyways, just the adventures of two close friends who reconnect after a long time apart and the adventure life brings them on.


You had honestly forgotten about him. You’d spent your most blissful years of your childhood with him. You parents had been friends before you were born, so naturally the two of you spent your first few early years together. Your first few memories involved him. But, as fate is a cruel thing, he moved away around the age of five. As time went on, the memories faded with each passing year. You went on with your daily life, moving on from elementary school, to middle school to high school. Something here or there would remind you he was still around. Your mom would unearth old baby photos of the two of you, or the rare moments he would actually post something on one of his social medias, but outside of that, nothing came from it. The two of you never spoke, never tried to reconnect, nothing. You never had any reason too. He lived hours away from you, there was simply no point in trying. But this all changed in the course of one day. 


Ironically it was a wedding that reconnected the two of you. His family made the journey all the way back to where you were, but you hadn’t thought much of it, as you were busier thinking about the fact that you were a bridesmaid in the said wedding. Seventeen years had passed since he had moved. And it had maybe been seven years since you’d last seen him. Oh, how things have changed since then. So many things where making you nervous that day, but surprisingly, him being there was what made you so nervous, not being the maid of honor, or having to give a speech about the bride and groom. No, it was the fact that he was going to be there. You were going to see your childhood friend, Joshua Hong, after many long years. 


“At least I’m all fancy and dressed up…” you had mumbled to yourself and you examined the make-up that had been applied be an actual make-up artist. “This is probably the nicest I’m going to look until my own actual wedding.” 


When the Hong family finally arrived, the wedding party was getting their pictures taken. While no one else noticed, being too busy to make sure they looked good in all the photos, you saw them come up out of the corner of your eye. You had expected to see the same little middle schooler you’d seen those seven years ago, stuck in an emo phase, except this time maybe a little taller but oh how you were wrong. He was by far the most stunning person to ever walk the earth, you didn’t need to be up close to see that. You could feel you heart flutter around in your chest. Part of you wanted to walk away and run up and hug your once closest friend and catch up on all the years that you had missed with him, and the other part of you wanted to run away as fast as possible and completely ignore the stunning boy. How did the runny nose kid you’d once known turn into this? 


In the end, you didn’t have time to speak with him before the wedding. By the time pictures where over, you’d lost sight of him and his family, and then it was time for the wedding. The evening went by in a blur. You smiled on as you watched the bride and groom get married, and then made your way to the head table for dinner. But it was when the newlyweds went off to take sunset pictures that you were left to your own devices. Being the socially awkward human that you are, you made your way to every table except his. You could tell he was looking at you, how could anyone not? He had been watching you the whole evening, but now was more noticeable than ever. You didn’t even think he was trying to make it subtle. His eyes were fixed on you, but every time you tried to lock eyes, he quickly looked away. 


When you finally made it over to his table, what else would you do but go straight to talking to his mom, not even offering a glance at Joshua. And he was the same way, staring off to the other side of the room as if no one had just walked up to his table. As expected, the conversation with his mom ended up turning into a conversation about him, his mom delicately crafting a way to pull him into the conversation by force. Bless Mrs. Hong. Without her, the two of you would never have reconnected. Something as simple as talking about your senior year in high school and the different classes you were taking was enough to tear down the awkward wall between you. The two of you caught up with each other until the newlyweds came back, and then it was time for you to give your speech. You were nervous, but more nervous that Joshua Hong, someone who almost demanded attention in the gentlest of ways, would be watching your god awful public speaking. 


Honestly, you blacked out during the speech, but when the others told you that your speech had brought people to tears, you considered the job well done. When the dancing started, you found yourself gravitating over to Joshua again. How this happened, you’re not really sure, but you basically spent the whole night standing next him. The two of you would get separated for some reason or another, and then within minutes somehow, you’d both end up in the same place. 


“Have you thought of any colleges you want to go to?” Joshua asked over the booming music. 


“Are you trying to give anxiety and kill me?” you fired back. Joshua let out a loud laugh that could probably have cured cancer. Man, it was nice to see him again. 


“So how long are you going to be here?” you questioned. 


“We have to head back tonight because I have one of the main practices for a concert I’m apart of tomorrow.” Joshua explained, his face falling a little. You can’t say you’re any different, you’d at least hoped for another day for your two families to go out and get lunch together or something. You, however, didn’t say any of this out loud, but instead wished him the best of luck and said that you hope to one day be there to see him perform. 


It seemed like the rest of the night didn’t last that long. Soon it was time for the sendoff, and as the newlyweds drove away for their honeymoon, sheer chaos ensued. Everything related to the wedding had to be cleaned up and packed away before the deadline the venue had given you. You said your rushed good-byes to the Hong family, wishing them safe travels, said a few cheeky comments to Mrs. Hong, earning a giggle and like that, they were gone. Getting his phone number to stay in touch hadn’t even crossed your mind. You were busier trying to locate a car to start shoving things in. You hiked up your long, floor length dress and quickly grabbed armfuls of things and threw them into the backseat of a various cars, then got handed a set of car keys and told to drive it home. You didn’t even know how to get back home from the venue, but if it meant being able to go home and take of the long dress and heavy makeup, you were down. 


As you hooked up your music to the car’s stereo, Joshua Hong came back to the front of your mind. 


“He sure has grown up a lot. I bet he has people all over him at his school.” you mused, chuckling a bit to yourself. 


When you got home, you did exactly what you had planned to do. You ripped of the dress and changed into sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, then threw your hair up in a messy bun, planning to wash out the heavy amount of hair spray the next morning. It took two makeup wipes to get as much as you could off. You were sure not all of it was off, but you were just too tired to care. You climbed into your bed and slipped under the warm covers and was out within seconds. 


The following two days were just as crazy. Extended family was in and out of the house over the two days, eating all the food and being as loud as humanly possible. The long-expected family drama finally broke out and the Hong’s where far from your mind by this point. Things had gone back to normal. The Hongs were hours away, living their own very different lives, while you were here, just trying to make it day by day. Finally, Monday rolled around, probably the only time you were ever going to be happy it was a Monday. Monday meant back to school, which meant you had a solid excuse to leave the extended family behind. 


It was a normal Monday. Boring and tiring as always. That is, until lunch rolled around. You sat down with your three closest friends, excited to spend the only lunch you had with them that week, and tell them all the crazy things that occurred over the weekend and during the wedding itself. You glanced down at your phone to check the time but something else caught your eye. You picked up your phone and looked at it closer. It was an Instagram notification from none other than Josh Hong. 


“Oh my god.” you mumbled. 


“What?” your best friend sitting next to you asked, leaning over your shoulder to take a look. You opened up the notification to find that Josh had direct messaged you on Instagram, saying that he had meant to ask you at the wedding, but had forgotten, so instead he figured he would just ask you about it over a DM. at the end of the message was his phone number. He had seriously planned to ask you for your number that night? Or did he just want it know and was going to play it off like that? Either way, you were in complete shock. You don’t even remember how you got your best friends phone number, but it had always been to connect for a school project, or to keep in contact for school clubs. No one had ever given you their number just to stay in touch, let alone a guy. The again this was runny nose Joshua Hong, your childhood best friend, this didn’t mean anything more than just trying to stay connected, right?

reapersperdition  asked:

Since it's the theme today: can you do more analysis' on Hidan's behavior, like I wanna see if you think he has similar mental illnesses that I think he does! He's so complex and such a mystery! What are your thoughts on how any illnesses and disorders erupted as he grew up? Through his religious path? Through the akatsuki? I'm so curious! :D

Hidan is very complex! Kishi did an amazing job on his character! I wish he gave him more of a background haha!

Ok, so first I will go over possible disorders, then talk about his general personality and behavior.

Disorders:

If anything, he has a personality disorder. I definitely think he has borderline personality disorder, and probably PTSD like all the other Akatsuki (I mean, honestly). Also probably depressed. Aaand probably a bit sociopathic, but that one’s complicated. I will talk about that last one in his general personality section. 

Borderline Personality Disorder:

Signs:

  • Inappropriate or extreme emotional reactions- I would say so.
  • Highly impulsive behaviors- Oh yes.
  • A history of unstable relationships- Yeah.

Symptoms:

  • Having an unstable or dysfunctional self-image or a distorted sense of self (how one feels about one’s self)- I think so, because of the kind of cult he’s involved in.
  • Feelings of isolation, boredom and emptiness- I think Hidan often feels alone, and bored. He seems to always be seeking conversation or something to entertain him. When bored, he gets lost in thought.
  • Difficulty feeling empathy for others- This is a tricky one, because I think as a kid, he definitely had trouble with this. Growing up, I think he is capable of empathy. And part of his faith is about sharing pain with others. So even if he struggled, he would try to follow this commandment and think of other’s emotions from that point on.
  • A history of unstable relationships that can change drastically from intense love and idealization to intense hate- I think so. He was probably proud of his village, and his place in it, but once they no longer needed ninja, he turned on it quickly, killing the elders and leaving to join a cult. He is no longer with his cult members- this can be taken many ways, but I feel that he probably left, believing he is the one true follower, and the others didn’t meet his standards. I think the cult is probably after him, actually. He is just on his own, running amuck.
  • A persistent fear of abandonment and rejection, including extreme emotional reactions to real and even perceived abandonment- I think Hidan definitely has abandonment issues. I feel he probably didn’t have a good home life, and he wants acceptance and validation, which is why he fell into the cult’s clutches. People who need acceptance are the ones who end up in cults.
  • Intense, highly changeable moods that can last for several days or for just a few hours- Like, I think Hidan has some control over how he acts, but inside, he feels elated one moment, and down in the dumps the next.
  • Strong feelings of anxiety, worry and depression- I don’t think Hidan is anxious at all. He has placed all of his trust in his god, and he fears little. But I do think he is depressed.
  • Impulsive, risky, self-destructive and dangerous behaviors, including reckless driving, drug or alcohol abuse and having unsafe sex- Hidan probably did self-destructive stuff before becoming a Jashinist. I think for him, Jashinism helps him stay under control, because of the regulations. Because he is so faithful and serious about Jashinism, he will try his best to follow the laws. I believe Jashinism would list these types of behaviors as sins. It’s funny he is named “hidan”, because I think of hidanism, the opposite of what he follows. I think he avoids self-indulgent behaviors, because they are seen as selfish and pleasurable. Jashinism is about destruction, not pleasure. He is still an impulsive person- that is just his personality- but he tries not to partake in really crazy activities, like those examples.
  • Hostility- Hahahahahaa well yeah.
  • Unstable career plans, goals and aspirations- I think before Jashinism, he struggled to find his purpose. He settled on being a warrior, and I think he worked very hard at it. But I don’t think he had trouble sticking to that goal. Like, he has a short attention span, but I think if he sets his mind to something, he can be very stubborn.

PTSD

So, I think he has this just because realistically, this would be very common for ninja to have, especially ninja of his status. Whether the crappy things he’s seen bother him or not, I don’t know. Probably depends on how personal it is. I don’t think bloody war would bother him too much, but a bad family experience from is childhood would. So I think it depends on headcanons. I don’t think he would know that he has PTSD, and he wouldn’t complain about it or really bring it up if he did know.

Depression

I think literally all of the Akatsuki are depressed. I think Hidan is stuck feeling like nothing good comes out of life really, and part of him wants it to end. But then again, he is definitely a survivalist, so his instincts would prevent him from taking action. Jashin gives him a purpose, and his faith is what’s keeping him going. He is definitely into self harm, and likes to play it up as something raw, something that allows him to feel truly alive. But I think he feels bored and empty when he’s not stimulated, and he sits around brooding, thinking about life and death. He spends a lot of time pondering deep questions. People think he’s an idiot, but Hidan is farther along spiritually than most. He accepts death when it comes.

General Behavior and Personality:

The thing is, people can easily label themselves with all sorts of disorders, but most of these behaviors are normal in certain amounts. Hidan is rash, gullible, and misses some social cues. He is overly violent, and seeks validation from others. He is a mess. But I also don’t see him as being super crazy as a person? Like, he’s generally a likable guy, and he likes to talk to people. He also isn’t stupid in some ways. People diss his intellect too much. He is a good battle strategist and can actually read people pretty well. He has good instincts when it comes to people, I think. He is observant in ways others are not.

He is interesting, because he seems like he should be one thing, but after consideration, would actually be the opposite. Hidan is a bunch of contradictions, really. These opposite aspects of his personality add up to make… well, Hidan!

Messy, and yet, Orderly?

He likes to be clean, but I don’t think he is actually OCD. He is just a bit particular about some things. As an example, due to Hidan’s impulsive and outgoing nature, I would think he would have messy handwriting. But then again, he likes to be neat, and I think he would want his handwriting to be orderly.

He loves to bathe in the blood of his enemies, but he wants it washed off as soon as it dries. He hates bad smells, and slicks his hair back. He takes care of his appearance. I think he doesn’t bother wearing a shirt because a) He doesn’t like to wear clothes in general, and b) He knows the shirts will get ruined anyway, so what’s the point.

He also draws perfect circles hahaa and I know that’s just for the show’s sake, but I also like to think his circles have to be perfect, or it will drive him crazy.

But personality-wise, he cuts corners and doesn’t care about details. He just wants to get done what he has to get done. He’s not a planner in most cases. He is impulsive- instinctive.

Distrusting, and yet, Gullible?

He can be gullible, and easy to trick- The Jashinists converted him, and boy did they do a good job. He is pretty content following orders. But, Hidan is also suspicious of other people and their motives. He does still have to be convinced. It would just be easier to convince him than others, once you use his emotions in your favor. But then again, if he dislikes someone, or an idea, I think he would stick to his guns.

I guess a good way to explain this is Chizome- When Hidan will come across Hitomi in my story, he won’t like her. She is too friendly and charming, and everything about her seems too simple. He senses that she is hiding something. That she has other motives. Whether this is true or not, Hidan will not give up on his instincts. Even when Kakuzu assures him she is not an enemy, and calls him an idiot, Hidan still knows something is up. (And Hidan is right about her in some ways, and wrong in others).

I decided this would be his reaction to her, based on what I know about his character. Which is that he has good instincts about people in ways others do not. He is suspicious of other’s motives. And he is stubborn.

The reason he is suspicious of people in general is because of his own personal experiences in the past. I have my own hcs about his backstory (duh, I wrote a full thing about him that will be in Chizome), and I think he distrusts people, not only because his village betrayed him, but because he has had bad luck with personal relationships. My friend Dana does an excellent job at explaining his issues with trusting others in her comic, Akachou. He is distrusting, and she shows probably where it started.

Whiny, and yet, Tough?

Hidan drives Kakuzu up the wall with his constant commentary and whining. When Hidan is bored, he whines. He likes to complain about stupid, shallow stuff. But when it comes to his dark thoughts and feelings, I think Hidan would mostly keep them to himself, once in awhile making a comment, not caring if anyone is listening. Hidan is a tough guy, and doesn’t want to be seen as vulnerable. He doesn’t want pity. He thinks there’s no point in sharing feelings, or opening up to people. He thinks people generally don’t care.

He also won’t take pity on others if they whine. Well, he’s open for some mutual venting, sure, but he is into tough love.

Empathetic, and yet, Sociopathic?

Hidan was definitely one of those sociopathic kids who was a little too comfortable with violence and death, and scared other kids. But all children have sociopathic tendencies. What’s interesting is how he ended up.

I don’t think Hidan is a hardcore sociopath. I think it’s hard to get to him, because he has hardened his heart, as all of the other Akatsuki have, in order to protect himself. He has had crappy experiences, and it is just easier not to care about other’s problems.

I do think Hidan is a bit of a sociopath, because whenever I write him with others, and bad things happen to him, he isn’t as bothered as he should be. He thinks that is part of life, and what happened, happened. But I do think he is capable of making a bond with someone close to him. So, he’s not nearly as bad as Sasori, and he’s not dangerous strictly because it’s tougher to make meaningful bonds with him. I think he likes animals, even though I hc him torturing them (or at least not caring about them) as a child? I think he grows more empathetic as he ages.

Also, as I said, Jashinism is about sharing pain. And Hidan takes his faith seriously. If he is instructed to understand his victim’s pain, I think he would try to do so. After joining the cult, he tried to relate to others more. So for him, it would also be a conscious thing.

There are many others, but I’ll just post this for now :) I could talk about Hidan for hours, he’s very complex haha, as you said! I adore your blog, by the way!! Also would love to know your take on him, if you have a link! :D

Looloo’s Horror Rec List!

Tagging @eatingcroutons​, @monstermonstre​ as requested <3.

SO. I apologise for how long this list took, but as it turns out, I have watched a slightly silly number of horror movies, and with it being such a varied genre, I didn’t want to accidentally rec a bunch of things people would end up hating or spoil the heck out of them during the reccing process, so. But it’s finished now, and I intend to try and keep it up to date as time goes by and I encounter more horror flicks worth watching. I’m also going to stick a little italicised bit after any movies I remember having potentially squicky/triggery stuff in for people who are okay with horror but not That Kind Of Horror.

Behind a cut because this is Quite A Lot Of Movies My Dudes.

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maltedchocolatemilkshakes  asked:

Hiya! there are two missing scenes from Riverdale that I'd love fics for, if you wanted! After FP is arrested, the gang in the cafeteria say that the sheriff is interrogating Jughead (again); it would be great to see that happen. And another missing scene is with the social worker talking to Fred about Jughead, before the boys get home. it would be lovely if you were interested ? X

The In-between: 

hey lovely, so I had a brain wave and managed to sit down and finish this for you tonight! I hope you like them and that this is kind of what you were looking for xx

“Jughead, thanks for coming in,” Sheriff Keller’s low voice cut through the stale air of the interrogation room.

The young Jones’ face twisted with cynicism as his lifted from where they rest glaring at the table.

“After the hospitality you showed me last time I was here I couldn’t exactly stay away,” he returned dryly, his voice layered with sardonic defences, his shoulders hunched and weary.

The Sheriff noted the red tired rims of his eyes. No sleep. Moving further into the room Keller paused to pull out the chair across from the beanie wearing boy. The scrape of its legs scratched at the tense atmosphere. He sighed as Jughead eyed him with venom. He knew coming in that he wouldn’t get much from the kid.

“Cut the crap son. I just want to ask you some questions about your dad.”

Jughead leaned back in his chair, arms moving to cross over his chest. His smug attitude apparent in the quirked brow and dark smirk he adorned. The Sheriff eyed him harshly, he didn’t care much for the kid’s snark, and though he suspected it was a defence mechanism it still ground down on his nerves.

“I thought he already told you everything you needed to know? Confessed right,” the boy shook his head the dark smirk still in place as he let out a dangerous chuckle. “Case solved. Nice and neat just the way you wanted.”

Keller glared at him, hands coming out to rest on the table palms flat against the metal. Jughead noted the gesture, assertive, meant to intimidate. He rolled his eyes at it.

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anonymous asked:

How would V try to lure you away from something occupying your attention completely (like a very absorbing book)?

bias requests hehe~ 

It was getting to the good part.

You were reaching the climax of a very interesting—and very long—book that you’d been reading continuously for the past four days straight. Your mind became absorbed in the characters; when you weren’t reading the book, you were thinking about them. When you were sleeping, you were dreaming about them. What would happen? What would their conclusion be? Would they all have a happy ending?

Those in your life knew you loved reading, so when you found a new book to occupy yourself with, they knew to leave you alone and let you enjoy it in piece, and they all respected your space and concentration—everyone but one person.

Taehyung entered the apartment that you two shared, a smile on his face and a board game in his hands.

“Jagi! Jagi~~~! Do you remember this game? Candy Land! I haven’t played since I was a kid! Play it with–” he would stop in his tracks when he’d see you on the couch, cuddled with a blanket, the book firm in your hands. Geez, is that thing glued to her hands? He would think to himself. He would click his tongue and sit down next to you. When you wouldn’t even lift your head to acknowledge him, he’d poke your arm.

“Hey,” he’d say. Your Taehyung could definitely be greedy when it came to the affection you gave him. He loved the love you gave him way too much. When your attention was on anything else, he wouldn’t help but feel a bit cheated. “…Hey.”

“Hm,” you hummed lightly, and nodded your head quickly at him as if to say hello. He let out a small grunt in utter disbelief of how involved you were in that darn book.

“Whatcha readin’?” He would lay his head on your shoulder. You shrugged him off lightly.

“The same book I’ve been reading, Tae.”

“What part are you a—nevermind.” He would say, not wanting to invite himself into you ranting about the book like you so loved to do. Instead, he tried to wrap his arms around you.

“Taehyung,” you whined, finally looking up at him. You’d then notice the board game that he brought into the living space “Oh… Candy Land.”

He’d smile excitedly. “Yes! Candy Land! Can you believe it? Some little kid had a garage sale and was only selling it for less than a dollar! Do you wanna play it with me?”

“Actually, I’m at a really good point in this book, but, um… call Jungkook. He might like it.”

“J-Jungkook?”  He’d say in a defeated voice, and would then groan when you’d start to read your book again. “Jungkook is too competitive. I wanna play it with my girlfriend. Are you even listening to me?”

You’d hum, starting to feel agitated at how much you were distracted at such a crucial point in the novel.

He’d huff and leave the room, and you’d think that just maybe you’d gotten rid of him.

But five minutes and one whole page later, he was back, calling your name and bouncing up and down.

“What is it, Tae?”

“I can’t find my phone charger~!  I’m on two percent! What am I supposed to do if someone calls, or if I have a schedule coming up, or if one of the members gets hurt, or if a childhood friend wants to meet up with me? What am I gonna do!! This is a disaster! Help me look for it! Help me-”

“It’s. Right. There.” You’d say through clenched teeth, pointing sharply to the outlet in the wall where his charger was.

“…Oh. Thank you, cutie.” He’d smile and kiss your cheek before running over to plug his phone up. You buried your head back in your book,

“You know,” he’d plop down next to you. “I think that we should go to see a movie or something. There’s this new cartoon out that I-”

“Taehyung.” You would say, closing your book and sighing. He’d look at you happily.

“Yes, princess?”

“…please. I have less than one-hundred pages left in this book, and if you’d let me be, I could finish all of these pages tonight. Please. Let me finish it, and then I am one-hundred and ten percent yours. Please.” You would plea to him, feeling desperate and anxious to get to the end of the book that seemed unbelievably far away the more your boyfriend would interrupt you.

“Hmm,” he’d hum. “I really wanted to spend the day with you, though. I have a schedule tomorrow and the day after, so who knows when I’ll have as much free-time as I have now?”

You sighed. You knew he was right. It was only fair that you spent time with him… but your book was so interesting. And you were almost done!

“Tell you what,” you said. “Pick out a really good movie and get some snacks for us, and report back in an hour. I’ll read as much as I can by then, and then for the rest of the day, I’m yours completely. We can even play Candy Land! Deal?”

He shot up happily, a giddy smile on his face. “D-deal!” You smiled happily as your boyfriend hopped off of the couch to go find a good movie, and with his absence, you opened your book again, hoping to read as much as you could before your highly-anticipated date with your love.

lowkey embarrassed about this scenario since its so short and simple and not that good considering ive been gone for a few weeks. but hello everyone! sorry for the mini hiatus. the first few weeks of the new year were set in preparation for the new school year back on campus. now im back in school and all settled in and i have a lot of freetime so hopefully i can post more than i did in the past. ~ also if there are any exo-ls that follow me that are going to the exo’luxion tour in dallas and would like to meet up let me know! i would love to meet some of you guys! i hope you all have been well and thanks for the love ~

what you’ve been missing

anonymous asked: “Hi I don’t know if you’re technically still accepting request but anywaaays!! A junhao au where they’re childhood friends that only realize they have feelings for eachother but are totally oblivious to the fact that the other feels the same!! A bit o’ angst but with a happy ending. Thank you~~!!!<3<3<3”

pairing → junhao

genre → angst, fluff

words → 1,902

junhui is too damn handsome for his own good and longtime best friend minghao has had enough of it.

alternatively, minghao gets jealous when a creep hits on junhui and junhui teases him about it later.

✘ cross-posted on ao3



Junhui getting asked out is nothing new.

He’s handsome, tall, smart, cute, funny, deep-voiced, beautiful, always hungry, flexible, and drop-dead gorgeous. Minghao isn’t surprised in the slightest that people ask the elder out almost daily.

Minghao also isn’t surprised that he’s not asked out as often as Junhui is.

He isn’t handsome, or tall, or smart, or cute, or funny, or deep-voiced, or beautiful, or always hungry or even drop-dead gorgeous as Junhui. All he has going for him is his baby face and flexibility. Which isn’t much once he really thinks about it.

Junhui would disagree though. As best friends, they’re required to hype one another up, even though Junhui doesn’t usually need it. He has enough adoring fans in their university alone that Minghao is very concerned about the size of the older man’s ego.

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With a legion of fans around the world who could be counted in hundreds of thousands, the rocker 34, who is also the lead singer of the band The Killers, has captivated critics for his extraordinary talent People magazine put this guy behaved well, which was buttons on a Las Vegas-among the 50 most sexy  Sunday talked with him exclusively 

 “I wanted to talk to you with a bottle of mezcal trust between us, ‘Brandon Flowers-, but I see that it will be impossible.“ He laughs. When it does, the voice that gave him worldwide fame as lead singer of the rock group The Killers springs and ends in a sharp crack as I play my bad luck. So he is looking to the bottle of water that has in his hands, smiles wryly and shrugs. “I think you’re interviewing the wrong musician,” he says while digging into the plastic nails those who have received manicure and look perfectly cut, making play with his hair slicked back, “I do not even remember my last drunk. It is so far away, I can not remember. ” 

 Brandon Flowers, the current emblem Rock Las Vegas, is the most unusual I’ve heard about rockstar. You could offer a beer, a marijuana cigarette or a night of women and gambling, but he would say no and go to bed to sleep. His life is more like that of an insurance salesman than that of a musician with legions of fans who sexualized thousands every move on stage: ‘Take a teetotaler seven years without drinking alcohol and there is nothing I can do to convince him to try mezcal of Oaxaca that have led to the interview, if only because it is in Mexico City and this ancestral drink it a must for the tourists and do not smoke snuff. None of hallucinogenic pills or cocaine lines for inspiration. And when their fans, men and women fanning her underwear on stage looking luck finding it in the clubhouse and have a night of casual sex, he simply walk away with lingerie and still singing. Sometimes even he looks down to find out who that support or those pants. And for some reason, this musician of 34, very thin, which does not exceed 170 centimeters tall, boyish face and body of a teenager, who this afternoon wears sneakers anyone, either jeans and a T-shirt is the new icon either Rock on call Sin City .

 The man who last year reached the seat 44 of the 50 men sexy in the world, according to the magazine People , and not flirt with anyone but his wife. We are in the lobby of a hotel in Polanco, three floors below his room, and looks fresh, freshly bathed, with fine woods lotion that perfumes the neck. No excesses, none of wakefulness or hangover. If Elvis Presley or Jim Morrison out of their graves and they saw not believe that is part of the dynasty of the new generation rockstars millenial. And so I came to see him. To know why a guy who has captivated Bruce Springsteen, Bono and David Bowie can call themselves as “the most boring world rockstar” and succeed in a guild that requires a lifestyle as summarized by actor James Dean, “live fast, die young. ”

 “How is that being Mormon are the new example of rockstar, Brandon?” I ask. And Brandon laughs again. *****

 Brandon Flowers was born in 1981 in Las Vegas, Nevada.His first works orbited around the hotel life of the city until he heard the songHeroes of David Bowie and vocation is stamped on the chest. He left his job asbuttons and college, to devote himself to music. In 2005 he married his high school sweetheart and two years later was born the first of three children. He founded a group called Blush Response, whose success led to its members wanted to move to California, but Brandon did not want to leave their family and their home, so he created another band in 2001 and was placed in front of her vocals.In the next four years the band racked up seven Grammy nominations, two BRIT Awards, an MTV Europe Music Awards and 17 awards over 80 nominations resulting from awards to veteran bands only dream of achieving. The four members of this group called The Killers, in honor of the fictional band that plays in the music video for Crystal British band New Order. The murderers that would end the traditional way of playing in Las Vegas and emerge with a new style punk -half and half “A” rock-that led them to tread the most recognized in the world scenarios, while Brandon was catapulted to international fame. 

 His childhood traits captivated the press and fans. You do not know if you’ve sold more records with his music or posters with his face to girls who shout themselves hoarse for a kiss.

 Does it bother you that some fans are more followers of your physique your  music?  

 okay No,. At the end of the day, I’m just a humble Elvis impersonator. And that’s part of this paper: Paul McCartney, Mick Jagger, Tina Turner, love these rock icons by the way they look. I like them in appearance and his music. 

 -¿Te Uncomfortable there as much attention to your physical  appearance? 

No should take seriously those things. I do not do it. I want people to notice me for my songs, not if I shaved. But it does not hurt to be a sex symbol when you rock  … No, I guess not, but my life is not a common rockstar. I really like women, of course, but it’s not something I sought. No flirting with them, do not play with fire. I took years of playing and go home to sleep with my wife. I’m guessing the antirockstar by definition.

 The reason that Brandon Flowers will not fall into the temptations that every rockstar are presented, is that he is one of the most famous members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It is Mormon, that is, someone whose life is guided by the precepts of the Book of Mormon , written by self-proclaimed prophet Joseph Smith. Among other things, it forbids sex outside of marriage, alcohol, drugs and give any concert on a Sunday, and the obligation to communicate their faith to others. And he takes it seriously: occasionally buttoned his white shirt and walk through Las Vegas with other Mormons of his age, name plates fastened to heart level and prophesying about the coming return of Jesus Christ. That image collides with Brandon projected on stage: she sings, she likes to dress in black, the hair stand up on a ridge, painted eyes and a little dance as the frontman of the decade of the 70. Few know that before move like a wannabe singer of The Rolling Stones, Flowers drinking an energy drink and isolated in a corner to pray with your inner voice. At the end of the concert, that corner again, pray and terminated their work. This duality has made ​​him one of the most controversial men at the scene of world rock: in November 2012, in a program of Norwegian television, Flowers was invited to a panel with the evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins, a scientist who has gained fame by extolling the virtues of atheism. There, the presenter of the show began to discuss the night in one of the most uncomfortable moments reminiscent musician.

 “When I read the Book of Mormon that impressed me is obviously a farce, “he snapped Dawkins Brandon Flowers,” is a work of quackery, “recalling that the author of the holy book was a man charged with multiple sexual-and even crimes imprisoned several times. “To say that my sacred book is a quackery offends me, you should study more,” said the singer, who then complained that a day before, he was told that should confront their faith against a renowned scientist and that the more annoying was I had to play to close the program.

 ‘You’ve complained about the way the media now treat men who openly profess their faith, like you, is it difficult for you to defend your faith? 

 Oh, yes. Every day is more difficult. The world each day farther from religion, as if science and religion are excluded. I do not think so, walk the same path. Nothing that science will find will result in the death of God. What was the moment you decided to dump your life to religion?  I went raised as a Mormon, but I became more involved when I had my first child. That helped. I realized that I would set an example for my kids and also believe in being Mormon, I am a believer, not only tradition. 

 How do you combine the lifestyle of a rockstar lifestyle with a Mormon, which is a big part of your  life? 

  'Once I made ​​the commitment to pursue my religion became easier. It’s not as hard as it seems.Initially itself was difficult because all the mythology around the rock star kind Led Zeppelin and David Bowie is fun. All these stories are exciting, so when you’re young and you do well in music you feel the need to experience what your idols did, but I soon realized that was not for me. It was the mirage of a life that is not me.

 ‘Five or six years that you do not drink  … 

 I’m happier without drinking, I am a better person without a drink or without a cigarette.

 -¿Lo Understand your other  colleagues?  

No, they think it’s something very strange, but respected. 

 What would you like people to say about you when you  die?  

 That I was a good man.Therefore I am.

 ‘And what is a “good man”? -Be generous with the family, with the children, wife. 

 That does not sound very in style:

 “sex, drugs and rock and roll” … ’ I know, it’s disappointing to some, but very exemplary for others. There are already many rockstars rampant, but I go another way.

 How is a weekend for  you?

  I love the desert, I go with my family to climb. I like going to shoot with my children, children use guns to shoot cans, bottles … do the normal things. Only we shoot at cans, never to animals. We are not hunters. When I was 8 or 9 years old my parents gave me a weapon to shoot child and out of my house killed a bird. Uffff ..!, My heart was hurt and I realized that I am not a hunter. The same thing happened with my dad one day shot a rabbit and was very depressed.Never again to point to a living being. We are soft-hearted family. 

 What do you think your religious social issues such as  abortion?

 I believe in the unique circumstances of each woman and the way they were raised, so I do not think I should say what anyone should or should not do with her ​​body.

 ‘And gay  marriage?  

 No I dont lose sleep. It does not bother me at all. It is not something that makes me angry. I serve God, my family and music. ***** 

 Since 2010, besides continuing with The Killers, Brandon Flowers has his solo project. The Desired Effect is his second solo album, after the success of the first,Flamingo  Brandon recently was presented with great success at the Vive Latino Festival before 70,000 people. This weekend the “will rock world’s most boring” topped the 2015 Festival poster Hellow in Monterrey. 

 With such a successful solo career, where do you stop to The Killers?

 ’ They are happy, because they wanted to stop for a moment.In the band a break and there was the opportunity for this project emerged.

 What do you want to accomplish with this second album? 

  I do not know, I just want to be on the radio, but only if it’s on my terms. I want to make music that appeals to everyone, but especially to me. Not only seek what is popular, but who loves making music.

 ‘Have you ever refused to make music that does not represent  you?  

 Yes, several times. I have been asked to make music that is only made ​​to sell and not so no. I’ve had songs in my hands that I know will be a success, but do not see myself singing them on stage … and I do not.

 If today you could get on stage with a band, which one would you choose?

 We were lucky, we played with U2, Coldplay and Bruce Springsteen could sing. In my to-do list is get on the stage with Depeche Mode … but see what happens … I’m nervous …

 How is that being Mormon are the new example of rockstar,  Brandon? 

  I do not know … God knows. 


 [translated by google] [and not a particularly great translation either]

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