where barry allen indirectly has been an accessory for rogue robberies on multiple occasions. the irony that he’s the flash is not lost on him
“hold the bag, bud” the weather wizard shouts under a squall of hail
barry rolls his eyes heavenward, another trip to the bank ruined. maybe one day he’ll open that savings account…
“sweetie - get the door” purrs the golden glider with her gun as barry finds himself in another armed robbery. he should have ordered iris’s gift of amazon instead - christmas shopping will never get done
having a dual identity has never been so frustrating
“allen - you’re a csi, why are you always part of these crime scenes?” barks captain singh wearily. barry shrugs helplessly, how was he supposed to know captain cold would rob the first national bank closest to jitters during the morning rush
- so we all know neil’s mom said he couldn’t play exy
- you know what the next best thing to playing exy is
- obsessively watching exy and cheering for it
- his mom didn’t really mind (well, he did at first, but neil somehow convinced her it wasn’t terrible) as long as he didn’t get attached to a squad and shit
- boy picked up so much skill from local cheer gyms everywhere
- he trained sO HARD (like half because if he was better they put him closer to the game so he had a better view)
- his tumbling passes were legendary. with his speed he could do the craziest shit like so many back handsprings. a back tuck. crazy twists and everything.
- even though he’s a guy he’s still soooo short
- at one point his coach decided to make him a f l y e r - like this little 5"3 muscular ass boy getting tossed like 20 feet in the air by these peppy girls in short skirts - just imagine
- he kept going until sometime before his mom died, when he realized he might have put a bit too much effort into the sport. people don’t see boy flyers and pass it off, and one of his teams almost made it big. almost- neil’s mom made him mess up their last routine and they left shortly after crippling the squad’s chances at nationals
- neil never really cheered again after his mom died, but he sometimes watched the vixens’ routines, mentally noting their strengths and weaknesses and what they could do with them, but he never said anything because he only knew katelyn and… it’s katelyn
- no one knows about his cheer days. not even andrew. uNTIL
- one day neil is out running and hey look up ahead near the exy stadium it’s the vixens holding practice
- he’s totally just gonna go right by them because exy but then he hears some shouting
- as he gets closer he sees some guys trying to talk to the vixens. from the look of their body language and the girls’ tense stances, it’s not going well
- neil gets closer and hears some very rude and derogatory things being said
- he promptly tells them to fuck off, may have added a threat or two. the guys bail.
- the vixens tell him they had it covered but thanks anyway, and one is like “hey, you wanna have a real practice today?” like totally joking
- neil’s brain is like fuck it
- “yeah sure can you guys fly me in a basket double twist”
- who are you and what have you done with our starting striker
- neil just basically joins their practice
- katelyn’s reaction was priceless
- not as priceless as andrew’s expression when he sees his boyfriend being thrown into the air by a bunch of cheerleaders on the way to practice
Request: Hey!! can i request a fake text about a fight with jungkook where the jungkook is being snappy but they’re havinf a normal conversation but the reader catches on and like they have af ight and jungkook ends up saying something like “youre clingy” or anything else that really hurts her and then tries to make it up to her?? the ending is up to you happy/sad. i hope i made some sense!!! thank you
Namjoon sat there shaking his head at what he was hearing. He knew that Jungkook was an ill tempered kid, so he hadn’t been too disturbed by the frantic call he had received from Jungkook an hour ago to ‘leave everything and come meet him’. Only, now that he was listening to Jungkook, he couldn’t help but look at him with disgust.
"I understand that you were not in the best of your moods…but who the fuck calls their own girlfriend clingy, you idiot?”
Jungkook groaned, letting his head fall in his hands while he listened to his elder brother chastise him for his actions.
“That isn’t the only thing, hyung.” Jungkook said as he held out his phone for his elder brother to see. Namjoon raised an eyebrow and took the phone in his hands as he went over the messages that Jungkook had exchanged with you more than 15 days ago.
“Holy fucking shit. You are a dick, Jeon Jungkook. No wonder she left you.”
Jungkook cringed at the reiteration of the fact that he did not want to accept. He sighed. “I know, hyung. I am a huge idiot.”
"Nope, you’re not an idiot. Being an idiot is a relatively forgivable sin. You, brother, were an absolute arse to her. Forget it, she isn’t coming back.”
Namjoon shook his head, giving Jungkook’s phone back to him and standing up to leave.
“Oh no no no, hyung please, help me out.” Jungkook got up and stood in front of Namjoon blocking is way. “You know how much I love her.”
“Jeon Jungkook. ____ may have been your girlfriend, but don’t forget that she was my friend before you guys started going around together. You just hurt my friend, hm? What makes you think I’ll help you out with anything?” Namjoon said, his anger fianlly showing itself but Jungkook wasn’t in the position to back off. Namjoon was the only one who could help him.
"Because you are my brother and you know how much I love her. Please, hyung, don’t I deserve one chance?” Jungkook said as he desperately held on to the elder boy’s shoulders.
Namjoon sighed. “Even if for a moment I consider helping you, and I’m not saying that I’m considering it at all, but let’s just say that I do- do you have anything in mind?” Jungkook frantically shook his head to express his affirmative.
"Yes, but I’ll need your help.”
You looked at the crowd of people bustling in for your friend’s mini concert and gave a half smile to yourself. Namjoon had always been very passionate about rapping but a year ago he had finally decided step out in the underground and let other people hear his rap. Needless to say, he had been a huge hit.
As you entered the club, you saw people dressed in clothes screaming hip-hop, a huge contrast to your attire- a plain black hoodie, house shorts, converse and hair so messy, it would give Bellatrix Lestrange a run for her money. You didn’t mind, though.
You were never the one to give too much thought to your appearance save for special dates with your ex-boyfriend. In all fairness, and not an ounce of boastfulness, you knew you could step out in nightwear and still look bomb. You just had that confidence about you.
You pushed your way through the crowd and towards the bar, greeting the bartender with a nod. This was your favourite seat to view his performances. It was comfortable, in good distance, away from people and of course, you could drink peacefully and enjoy the performance.
"The regular, ___?” The bartender asked you, ready to pour in a 60 ML of Smirnoff-regular into your glass.
You shook your head, “I’ll have blue label today, Hoseok.”
“Whiskey? That’s new.” He said as he turned around and poured you your drink.
“I need new.” You shrugged.
He hummed in response. “What will you have it with? Coke, soda?”
You scoffed. "On the rocks, boy.”
Hoseok chuckled as he fake saluted you, “Yes ma'am.”
You smiled and turned around as the lights dimmed and Namjoon or Rapmonster, as he was known in the underground, came on the stage and the crowd erupted into cheers, you being the loudest. He scanned the crowd and as soon as his eyes landed on you, he smirked and waved at you. You raised your drink and nodded at him in acknowledgement. Then, his demeanour completely changed and the crowd went silent. It was beginning.
Rap monster continued firing curses at the speed of light. You could only keep up because you had heard this before. You turned in your seat to face the bar to ask for a refill from your friend only to find him missing.
You turned back round and realised the music had stopped and the crowd had gone silent again and on the stage were six men apart from Namjoon, all standing in front of their own mics. Hoseok was up there too. You recognised all of them, of course. They were all your friends. Part of the same group they liked to jokingly call ‘Bangtan Sonyeondan’.
What unnerved you, however, was the man standing at the front mic.
It was him. Jeon Jungkook.
And he was looking directly at you.
You narrowed your eyes in anticipation of what was going to happen.
Namjoon wiped his sweat with his sleeves and came near his mic. “There is a new song, a bit different from my usual style, that we want a very special person to hear. It has been written by my younger brother Jungkook. You all have been with me since I began my journey and I know you came here for something else but would you mind giving me 5 minutes of your time? I swear it’ll be worth it.”
The crowd instantly burst into encouraging cheers. In midst of those cheers you noticed Jungkook coming closer to his mic, his eyes not leaving yours for a second.
“____, I’m so sorry. I love you.”
And then he began singing.
Your eyes widened at the choice of his song. It was a song he had composed, you knew because he had shared a verse with you when you were together. It was called Butterfly. As the words poured out of his mouth and made their way to your ears, you found yourself wearing a sad expression. Here he was, singing about how he didn’t want you to disappear and yet, he was also the one who had called you clingy. That was one term you absolutely did not like. You always gave each other the space you both required and you were definitely not the kind of person who would try to invade his space. Seeing that word had made you, for the first time, question yourself. You felt bad about yourself. You felt humiliated. You were determined to stay the hell away from him for some time, if only to gain back your self respect.
Only, he was making it really difficult.
You could practically feel the sadness from his voice seeping into you, begging you to not go and to stay with him. You could see it in his eyes, the guilt. You could see how sorry he was for what he had said and how scared he was to not have you with him.
You sighed as you felt your resolve break into a million pieces and decided to give him a chance. Everyone deserves one chance to correct their mistakes and you were not about to take it away from him.
So you looked up into his eyes, and you smiled. A reassuring and forgiving smile. He instantly understood and stopped singing as tears made their way down his face before he could hurriedly wipe them. He took in a large breath as he stepped away from his make and bolted down the stage towards you, wiping his tears with his hand the entire time.
You stood up, bracing yourself for the impact as Jungkook crashed into you, and burst into tears, not bothering to wipe them this time, and hugging you for dear life.
“Oh god, I thought you’d left me for good.” He said, tears still falling out of his eyes and now, on the hoodie.
He pulled away to stand with his hands in front of him and looked down at his feet. “I am so sorry for whatever I said, ___. I am so so sorry.”
You smiled as you stepped forward and took his face in your hands before planting a kiss on his lips, to which he responded eagerly. You pulled away and hugged him, your head on his chest and his arms around your waist. “ I almost made up my mind to not come back, Jungkook. Only, you deserve one chance. I’ll forgive you this time, but please don’t ever hurt me like this again.” You said, your voice breaking.
Jungkook put his chin on your head and pulled you against him tighter. “I’m so sorry, ____. Never again. Thank you for coming back.”
You smiled into his chest and were relishing the moment until you heard a random duo of teens shouting behind you.
You rolled your eyes as you pulled away to look at the drunken boys indifferently.
"Really? Gay? How the fuck is that even considered an insult?” You growled.
Jungkook snickered above you knowing what was about to come.
He looked at you fondly as you bullied the kids to the extent of making one almost cry and made a silent promise to himself.
Plot: Jungkook jokingly makes fun of you and hurts your feels but makes it up to you
Pairing: Jungkook xReader
Words Count: 2,1k+
Genre: Slightly angst/ Fluff
For Anon, I hope you like it cutie!
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥
‘Jagiya!!!’ A voice called through your apartment.
‘In here!’ You called from the lounge.
Your handsome boyfriend came walking in with a smile on his face, ‘And just where I left you.’
‘Ha-ha-ha, very funny.’ You mock, jumping up from the couch and into his arms.
He happily received you into his warm embrace as he wrapped his strong arms around your built and lifted you into the air. With one fluid movement, he spun the both of you as your legs wrapped around his waist. Coming to a stand still, you both looked into each others eyes before he closed the gap between the both of you. You accepted his soft touch, as your lips moulded together and he inserted his tongue when your lips parted for him. He tasted every inch as if it was his first time.
Air being needed, you pulled away and pecked his nose, ‘How was America?’
‘Oh sweetheart,’ He carried the both of you to the couch and sat down, ‘It was amazing. Like the language was slightly hard but Joon hyung helped us every step of the way. I wish you were with me!’
‘You know I would have come if I could.’ You stroked his face, ‘I missed you a lot.’
‘I miss you too.’ He replied, brushing your short hair out of your eyes before a teasing smile spread on his face, ‘Yah! Why can’t you have long hair like normal girls?!’
‘You know that I don’t like long hair.’ You rolled you eyes.
This hadn’t been the first time Jungkook teased you about your choice in having short hair. You liked the way it looked on you and to be honest, it was less admin compared to long hair. It wasn’t as if your hair was cut in a boy hairstyle, but being Jungkook, he didn’t ever take that into consideration. You loved him very much, but his childish qualities made you want to run into the wall sometimes.
‘And why can’t you wear skirts and dresses like other girls?’ He joked around once again.
‘Because shorts and jeans are more comfortable.’ You rolled your eyes.
He placed a hand on your leg and tugged at the material slightly, ‘More like sweatpants and pyjamas.’
‘Only when I am home!’ You retaliated, anger running high and feeling hurt, ‘Did you comeback from America just to point out what it wrong with me?’
’Well n-no Y/N -’
‘If you hate the idea of how I dress and look, then why are you with me?’ You pushed him away, tears brimming your eyes, ‘I am sorry that my comfort and choice of clothing does not suit your ideal type, Jungkook.’
‘I’m sorry that I am not like those female idols and models. I AM SORRY THAT I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!’
With that, you ran towards your bedroom and slammed the door with a swift lock, ‘I was just joking….’
Throwing yourself on the bed, you sobbed into the pillow that still lingered with his scent. Angry and pissed, you threw it towards the chest of drawer located close to the door. The object hit a picture frame that came crashing to the ground, shards of glass decorating around the wooden frame. Clutching your legs to your chest, you cradled yourself as the tears flowed from your eyes. Crying, a knock came from the other side of the door.
‘Go away!’ You shouted, ‘Get out of my apartment right now!’
‘Jagiya, I am sorry.’ He apologised, resting his forehead on the door while his fist still stayed attached to the wood ‘I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just joking.’
‘Well you have a pretty cynical way of joking.’ You sniffed.
‘You are just so cute when you get all upset.’ He tried to lighten the mood.
‘Then I must be fucking adorable right now!’ You seethed, ‘Just get out!’
‘But you tease the ones you love!’ He tried to reason.
Sighing, he walked away from the door. Message after message, he flooded your phone.
I am sorry baby!
Please let me in? I never meant to hurt you, I would never do that on purpose!
BABY PLWEAAASSEEE! You know I will beg until you let me. You are my one and only, I tease you because I love you. Baby please….
Eventually the messages stopped going through and he figured that you switched your phone off. Every now and then, he would knock on your door and you would scream and shout at him all over again. Jungkook teased you a lot, and you were okay with it. This time just made you feel lower of the low. He had just visited a different country with thousands of beautiful woman and was surrounded by dozens on a daily basis. It felt as if he was comparing you to something you knew you could never become. You were a simple girl studying animation, nothing more and nothing less. Just mundane.
‘Baby?’ He knocked for the fiftieth time as two hours passed before an idea kicked in, ‘The spare key!’ Running to the counter, he opened it up and found the treasure, ‘Bingo!’ Back before your door, he unlocked it with a victory ‘Jagiy….’ He faded out at the sight of you passed out on the bed, ‘Aish, why did you cry yourself to sleep?’
Stroking the side of your face with his index finger, he pulled the sheets back and tucked you in. You snuggled into the sheets and all but smiled when you felt a pillow in your arms. It was the one you threw away. Jungkook pecked your forehead and walked to the shattered frame on the floor. Clicking his fingers, he ran a few errands before coming back to your place an hour later. Slowly you shifted and sat up, rubbing your eyes. Blinking, you noticed a bunch of roses on your chest of draws alongside the picture. But it was in a different frame. Slowly the door opened and Jungkook peeked in.
‘You awake.’ He beamed, pushing the door more and entering with a tray,
‘Did I not ask you to leave?’ You crossed your arms, glaring at him.
‘You did,’ He agreed, placing the tray down, ‘But you know I don’t listen, I am the maknae at the of day.’
‘I don’t want to repeat myself, Jungkook.’ Your voice cold.
‘And neither do I. I made your favourite by the way, but it’s hot so be carful.’ He motioned to the cup of steaming hot chocolate on the bedside table.
‘Jungkook…’ You were about to complain before he placed a finger on your lips and silence you.
‘Enough with the threats, okay?’ He stated, ‘Listen I am sorry for what I said. Sometimes I speak and think you will understand what I mean, but this time I was wrong. So wrong that it caused you pain, and to be honest baby, I hate myself more then anything. The fact that I made you cry made me want to run into moving traffic.’ He held your cheek, brushing your hands over the tear stains, ‘Those tears should never be anything but good happy ones.’
‘Let me finish. Yes you aren’t an idol or model, but I do not care! If I wanted those types, I would be dating them. Y/N, we have known each other since junior high and I have never been the happiest when you agreed to be mine.’
‘I’m so plain and boring.’ You sighed, pulling away from his touch.
‘You say that, but I see a girl who is interesting and different.’ He encouraged, ‘A girl that doesn’t care what anything thinks,’ He leaned in and brushed his lips against your, ‘A girl who makes me proud and happy that she is mine…and only mine.’
You leaned in thinking he was going to kiss you but he quickly scooped you in his arms, flinging you over his shoulder ‘Yah!! Kookie, put me down!’
‘No,’ He looked behind him with a warm smile, ‘I am still apologising.’
‘Still?’ You asked him with a raised brow.
‘So first, we are adorned with a bouquet of beautiful roses,’ He walked by the drawers, ‘The scent that lingers on you everyday and makes me feel like I am floating. Second we are confronted with a picture of you and I. The picture taken on your senior dance and one of my favourite moments I have shared with you so far, and with many more to come. The frame is a sleek black one because of the dress you wore.’
‘You are so cheesy.’ You huffed.
‘Oh baby, you don’t even know the half it.’ He walked out the door.
Your nostrils were ambushed by the scent of sweet smelling fumes and was lightly light with fairy lights. The furniture was rearranged and pillows scattered on the ground. In the middle lay a tray of all your favourite foods and drinks. The TV was on and before it laid a bunch of DVD’s which were all animation. Walking in, you still hung on his shoulder before he got into the centre of the room. Placing you down, he circled his arms around your waist and kissed your neck as he stood behind your body.
‘Before us we see the setting of our first day,’ He reminded, ‘The night we made a blanket fort and watched movies all night with laughs and amazing food.’
‘Kookie…’ You whispered, all anger seeping out.
‘The movies on the floor represent you and I.’ He pointed at them as you removed yourself from his hold and picked up the films, ‘And since you learning to be an animator as well.’
‘Lady and the Tramp?’ You asked with a raised brow.
‘You are my lady, elegant and beautiful while I am the run of the mill tramp.’ He pointed out.
‘You aren’t a tramp.’ You chuckled before picking another, ‘Tangled?’
‘What more then an artistic girl and a goofy man who fall in love through adventure. I want to have many with you Jagiya.’
‘Beauty and the Beast?’
‘A little rough around the edges but I have found my beauty who will turn me into the prince.’
Tears slowly began to well in your eyes as you looked at movie after movie, finally looking at one with a cocked head, ‘Big Hero 6?’
‘You will always be my Baymax, to hold and comfort me through the hard and rough,’ He knelt before you and kissed your forehead, ‘Someone who will never give up on me and always make me feel better.’
‘Jungkook….’ You sniffed.
‘No more tears…please.’ He pressed his forehead against yours, ‘I have caused enough pain for one day.’
‘But this isn’t pain,’ You looked at him, ‘This is tears of happiness, the only tears I am allowed to shed remember?’ He nodded in agreement, ‘But why are you doing this?’
‘Showing me all this love after I wanted you out?’
He chuckled with a hearty laugh, ‘Because you are my Princess and I am nothing but the little frog that will make you happy even if you don’t see it quite yet.’
‘Princess and the Frog reference?’ You asked with a raised brow.
‘I would say its my life motto, but sure, movie reference it is.’ He kissed your nose.
‘Neither,’ You said softly, ‘You aren’t a frog. You are the handsome Jungkook whom is my prince and man I love with every ounce of my heart.’ You admitted, ‘I am sorry for snapping at you…’
‘No I deserved it. I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was wrong of me and I am the one sorry for teasing you.’
‘Well you know what they say, you tease the ones you love.’ You smirked
‘Yah! That isn’t fair, I said that and you wanted to throw me out your house!’
‘That shows how much I love you.’ You smiled, brushing your lips against his and closing the deal with a sweet simple kiss.
It was nothing but a pressing of your lips in his. There was no movement at all, just the two of you frozen and soaking up each others presences and warmth . He had done a lot to make it up to you and proved that he was dearly sorry and loved you will every ounce of his heart. You felt his thumb stroking your cheek as you pulled apart and looked into his eyes deeply.
‘You are such a tease.’ He said softly.
‘Says the pot to the kettle.’ You shrugged your shoulders, standing up with him in tow. He laughed as he shook his head and lifted you in a tight hug, ‘You are such an idiot sometimes.’
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Reader Genre: Smut, Comedy, Angst, Fluff Word Count: 30,587 Warnings: cursing/cussing, sexual content, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, past bullying, past abusive relationship, mentions of drug usage, mentions of depression, anxiety attacks, self-harm
SUMMARY First, there were hot tongues and meaningless moans, anger and grudges hidden behind sex. Then, there were laughter and inside jokes, fleeting kisses and warm gazes trapped in time. Jungkook has never known love before, but if he has to define it, he’s sure that love is everything he feels for her.
AUTHOR’S NOTE for the sake of the story, BTS’s ages are ambiguous. however, 95 line are still the same age, and jungkook/reader are the same age as well. jimin and taehyung will be in their third year of college, while jungkook and the reader in their first. hoseok and namjoon are also in their last year. the reader/female character will always just be referred to as she/her/the girl. any other female character (the reader’s roommate) will be referred to using their name (or in this case, “her roommate”). P.S. ALSO EXCUSE THE SMUT THX P.P.S. if you’ve ever read the overwhelming light surrounding us, see if you can catch my little reference ;) P.P.P.S. thanks @sydist for reading the whole thing and sorting out the plot with me, @thules for making sure the smut’s okay, and @trbld-writer for encouraging me to write this!
The winter air is colder today; Jungkook shoves his fingers into the pocket of his jeans. He quickly strides forward, breathing ragged as white mist dances before his lips; his camera slams against his chest as he breaks into a run.
He has always enjoyed winter. There’s something about the serenity of the season—a time littered with sprinkles of hope, joy, and laughter—that somehow always manages to warm his heart. His fondest memories are born during this time of year, images of a chocolate fondue, his smiling older brother, and giant Christmas presents tucked neatly into the corner of his mind.
His camera bounces as he halts abruptly, and he pushes through the doors of the coffee shop.
When Will’s sister picks up on the 2nd ring, he doesn’t even bother to say hi.
“Fuck this. Fuck the Haus, fuck dibs, fuck Ransom and Holster, fuck quarters, fuck hockey. Fuck. Everything,” Will fumes.
Alex is quiet for a moment. “I’m sure you don’t mean that.”
“Yes I do,” Will retorts. “Because of some grade-A crazy bullshit, I’m now sharing a room at the Haus with him.”
“I thought he was getting Lardo’s room and you were–”
“Getting the attic? Yeah, that’s what we all thought, except my idiot captains gave the attic to Ollie and Wicks.”
“Okay, I mean that’s odd, but not–what did you say? Grade-A crazy bullshit?” Alex replies.
“I haven’t even gotten to that yet,” Will says. “So Lardo can’t decide because like, Nursey basically wrote her thesis or whatever. I mean, who cares that all the shit I’ve done to keep the Haus standing was more important to the team, right? So Bitty comes up and is like, ‘oh, let’s do a dibs flip.’ Like a coin flip. So–”
“Okay, wait, so if there was a coin flip for it, how are you sharing?” Alex asks, clearly confused.
“Yeah, this was the bullshit. It rolled and got stuck in between two floorboards! Exactly on its side!” Will nearly shouts, feeling that same mixture of anger and despair he felt as he watched the whole thing unfold in front of his eyes.
“So it was a tie. And now you have to share,” Alex says plainly.
“Yes. Oh fuck me,” Will curses. “How am I going to survive Alex? How? Sometimes I can barely stand to be around him, how am I supposed to share a room with him?”
“You could always just–not,” Alex says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and Will is an idiot for not thinking of it himself.
“Ha! Right, like I’m going to give him the satisfaction. He said I would move out by September at the latest. And maybe I can’t stand being around him, but my pettiness is–uh–”
Will falters as he spins around in his desk chair. When he got back to his dorm room, he had propped the door open (he’s trying to be friendly and prove to his floor that he’s not a total weirdo). And now, standing in that open doorway, is Nursey.
“Fuck my life,” Will mutters.
“Billy?” Alex responds questioningly.
“I have to go Alex, I’ll call you back later,” Will says, pulling the phone away from his ear and ending the call. He takes a deep breath as he puts his phone face down on his desk. “H-how long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough, Poindexter,” Nursey shrugs. “I just came by to bring you this book. You left it at the Haus.”
“It’s what not what it sounds like, Nursey,” Will says, springing to his feet.
“It’s chill dude,” Nursey answers, his expression appearing unfazed. But after two years as his partner on the ice (and often off it), Will can somewhat read him.
He can see his disappointment in the slight drop of his head, the way his eyebrows have gone up just a bit, and of course his eyes. Will has learned that Nursey’s eyes always give something away, whether he’s able to understand what they’re saying or not.
“That’s bullshit,” Will counters. “And I know that you know that I know that.”
“So what if it is? What gives you the right to know?” Nursey retorts angrily. “You clearly don’t give a fuck about me, so why should I tell you?”
“That’s not true and you know it!”
“Do I? Do I know that? Because not even two minutes ago, I stood in your doorway and listened to you tell your sister that you can barely stand to be around me. That sounds like someone who doesn’t care to me,” Nursey replies sharply and they’ve argued before, but something in Nursey’s voice is different this time.
Because Nursey is used to people not caring about him. He’s gone through his whole life surrounded by people like that. And he thought Will did care about him because, despite all their difficulties, they’re pretty close friends (even if they still annoy the hell out of each other from time to time)–and he does–but it doesn’t look that way right now.
Will gets that. But what Will doesn’t understand is why this seems so devastating to him. It’s not like no one cares about him–there’s Lardo, Bitty, Chowder, and a whole slew of others. What’s different about him?
“It’s–listen, you heard one statement out of context–”
“You said it twice.”
“How many times I said it isn’t important–”
“Not to you maybe.”
“Fuck, Nursey, would you just listen to me for one minute!” Will shouts, and Nursey clamps his mouth shut, but continues to glares at him. “I’ve been talking about you to Alex since day one. Day one! She knows a fuckton of things that you don’t! So when I tell her that I can barely stand to be around you sometimes, she knows that it’s not because I hate you! It never is and it never was.”
Nursey snorts derisively. “’She knows things you don’t.’ Super convincing argument, Poindexter. I’m supposed to just–take your word for it? Oh, of course, because you said you don’t hate me, and just because you said it, it must be true. Yeah, fuck you.”
“If I didn’t love you so much, I’d punch you in your fucking face right now,” Will quips.
Nursey’s brow furrows. “What did you say?”
“That I want to punch you?”
“No, the other part.”
“If I didn’t lo–oh for fuck’s sake,” Will groans, throwing his head back, praying for death to take him quickly. It’s become such a natural part of his emotions when he’s around Nursey that it’s no wonder it finally slipped out on accident.
“I’m going to guess that that’s what your sister knows that I don’t, right?” Nursey questions, and Will expected him to sound shocked or angry not–fucking bemused.
“Yep, and if you’re going to laugh at me, you better leave right fucking now, because not even that will stop me from punching you,” Will says, sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.
“I’m not going to laugh,” Nursey says. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
Will doesn’t know what to say to that, so he doesn’t say anything.
“I think–I think I understand what you were saying now,” Nursey says, and Will feels the bed dip gently as Nursey perches next to him. “It would be hard to see me every day–be in close quarters when you feel the way you do. You were scared that you would say something like you just did.”
Will nods. “Doesn’t matter though, ‘cause I said it just now.”
“Now. Later. Either way, I wouldn’t have minded,” Nursey says quietly. “I’m glad it’s out there now.”
There’s a strange, swooping feeling in Will’s stomach as he lowers his hands away from his face. “Nursey–” is all he gets out before Nursey is pressing their lips together.
It takes Will a second, but he kisses back.
“You know I was excited to be sharing a room with you because I was hoping you would eventually figure out how I felt, right?” Nursey asks.
“Have I mentioned that you continue to surprise me?”
“No,” Will answers, his brain still struggling to string words together that aren’t he kissed me he kissed me he kissed me.
“Well you are,” Nursey says. “I would’ve never guessed that you would feel that way–or that you would be the one to say it first.”
“S-same t-though,” Will stutters, the stutter in his voice matching the stuttering of his heart.
“So–do you think you can stand to share a room with me now?” Nursey asks, and if Will didn’t want to kiss him again, he would shove him off the bed.
i’m sorry for all the poems i wrote whilst you were gone
all the shouting i did about somebody else’s mouth
i had some growing up left to do under the aborted tenderness of another.
somehow, i went backwards.
i’ve never been able to write about you, save for that one poem, about how you left whilst never really being there to begin with. i’m still struggling now.
i flesh you out, broad shoulders, narrow hips, those strong, strong legs. your weak heart.
every time i put pen to paper i realise
i do not know you.
the things you laugh at, then. the things you enjoy. what we eat together. our shared favourite drink. the way you only laugh that way for me. the unparalleled tenderness when so many others are watching. that brick wall i clamber over night after night, when we are alone.
what are you so afraid of, darling?
the little bird with a heart of solid gold?
the girl in the cape, the girl with the basket, the girl who is coming to blow your house down.
the girl across the ocean, the girl on the pavement, the girl wrapped in sheets – it takes you so long and no time at all to extricate yourself, to shed your skin. i wonder what she does with it once you’re gone. does she fashion herself a home from your discarded sense of self?
the girl with her own home, the girl with her own skin, the girl made of steel, she leaves you on the floor.
your fears and mine do not float in the same water. your fears and mine do not sink us together. your fears, the rock falling into the ocean, my fears, the ocean swallowing it whole. where does it land where does it land? our fear, then, the impression upon the sand as the rock slowly settles, our fear now, that slow, slow erosion, our fear forever, indistinguishable as it washes ashore into waiting hands.
i am not the ocean. the girl with the salt inside of her. i am not the ocean. the girl swallowing you whole. i am not the ocean. the girl coughing you up onto the sand. i am not the ocean.
you sink into me, regardless.
Summary: After keeping it bottled up for so long, you finally tell the boys and your father, John, about how you feel about him leaving you when you were little.
Life on the road was different to what you grew up knowing. Before you were involved in the supernatural world, you lived in a small village with your mother; it was just you and her in your small house. You had no brothers or sisters, you had an absent father most of your life- that was until he decided he had time for you. When she died, you were forced into the world of evil. You were involved with the monsters and the apocalypse and everything in between. This life, honestly, sucked; but it wasn’t like you had any other choice.
I don't really have any prompts, but if you look up the Jamilton tag on @midnigtartist's blog, you might get a few ideas! Aimee is complete Jamilton trash, loves the heck outta them
I did just that! The prompt/feeling I got from that is “Jefferson actually likes kids and takes care of Philip for a day when Hamilton loses track of him, causing Hamilton’s entire view of Jefferson as a person to shift”
@midnigtartist Happy birthday! I was already writing this before I learned it was your birthday, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! You’re art is great! Also, I sent you an ask about this but severely underestimated the size of your inbox. If/when you see the anon that sounds suspiciously like this post, feel free to ignore it!
As much as he’d like it to be the case,
Thomas did not at first recognize the kid loitering around the
office. He did however, recognize that the kid couldn’t be more than
10 years old, if that- and was therefore too young to be standing
around anywhere, never mind outside the ‘Washington and Associates’
It wasn’t quite time to pack up, but
Thomas figured this was more important. Plus, no one else was dealing
with it, or even noticing. He saved his work, and stood up.
“Leaving early?” James poked his
head up, at Thomas’ movement.
“There’s a kid hanging around
outside, it’s distracting,” Thomas explained. James peeked out the
window, furrowed his brows, and nodded.
“Don’t take too long,” James
reminded, turning back to his work. Thomas rolled his eyes and
nodded, even though he knew James’ attention was already back to his
The kid jumped when Thomas opened the
door, immediately turning around and looking down as if he just
happened to be standing there. It wasn’t very convincing.
“Hi,” Thomas pitched his voice,
warmer and completely devoid of his usual sarcastic drawl. “You’ve
been standing out here for a while, is there anything I can help you
with?” Up close, the kid was even smaller. The parents had better
be nearby, or Thomas would be having words.
“Uhh,” The kid’s head bobbed up,
then straight down, his mass of curls hiding his face. Thomas felt
his heart thaw, just a bit- the kid was just shy. Which was fair,
given Thomas was a tall, mysterious stranger. Even adults tended to
be intimidated. Thomas leaned down, dropping to the kid’s level.
“That’s okay,” Thomas tried to put
the kid at ease. “Could you tell me where your parents are, so we
can find them?”
“Umm,” The kid started again, but
this time he brushed his hair behind an ear and glanced up to Thomas’
chin. “Mom’s at her home, I’m s'posed to be with Dad this week, and
he’s s'posed to be here. I think.” He nervously glanced up at the
building. “There’s only one Washington law place, right?”
Ah, a divorced kid. “Yes, as far as
I’m aware, this is the only Washington law place,” Thomas didn’t
want to correct the kid and possibly confuse him. Still, he couldn’t
stop an amused smile at the term ‘law place’. “Can you tell me your
The kid froze, paling instantly. “U-uh,
it’s my Dad, um…” He started shaking. Crap.
Thomas thought quickly. “It’s okay,
it’s okay!” He smiled wide, waving his hand in what he hoped was
more comforting than dismissive, though he used it in the latter
sense far more often. “Could you tell me your name, instead?”
“Oh!”, the kid grinned. “My
name’s Philip Hamilton! I’m 8 years old!” Thomas nearly flinched.
There was only one Hamilton who worked at Washington’s, and there was
no way this was a coincidence. He should have guessed- Hamilton’s
divorce was well known in lawyer circles, and now that he was looking
for it, the kid’s face bore some resemblance. Standing in front of
Thomas was his biggest work rival’s son.
There wasn’t anything for it, though.
Thomas was hardly going to just leave the kid out here. “Nice to
meet you, Philip. I work with your Dad. My name’s Thomas Jefferson.”
Philip’s eyes lit up in recognition.
Thomas had just enough time to worry about what exactly the kid was
recognizing. “Jefferson? Dad mentions you all the time! He says
you’re really distracting!”
Distracting, huh? Not 'evil’, not
'idiotic’; nor any of the other insults Hamilton would shout to his
face? Not even 'bad man’, if he wanted to soften it to his kid?
Thomas itched to ply Philip for answers, for what Hamilton really
thought; but it was the middle of winter and now was not the time.
“How about we wait inside for your
Dad, and you tell me what you’re doing out here?” Thomas spoke
cautiously, not sure how Philip would react to being asked to go
somewhere with a relative stranger.
Strangely though, Philip’s shyness went
straight out the window after his introduction. “Oh! That’s because
Dad promised me this time, for real promised, that he’d get off work
on time and take me to see a movie! I wanted to make sure he really
would, so I looked up 'Washington law’ on google and bussed here all
by myself!” Thomas led the way to the building as Philip chattered,
small hand immediately latching onto Thomas’ fingers.
“That’s very cool!” Thomas
enthused, opening the door and immediately shooting a glare at every
person who stared. “Now, your Dad’s out now, the boss sent him to
the courthouse to drop something off, but we can wait for him,
Philip beamed. “Alright! This place
looks even cooler than I thought!” He was so enthusiastic, that
Thomas couldn’t help but smile back. Hamilton would still be getting
an earful, being so unreliable that his 8 year old child felt the
need to escape his babysitter and bus through the middle of town to
check up on him. Hell, did he even have a babysitter?
Thomas’ work was left, forgotten on his
desk. James would clean up for him, this was more important. “What
do you say to meeting your Dad’s boss?” He needed to at least
explain the situation, after all.
“Mr. Washington? Yeah! Dad says he’s
too nosy, and Mom says he’s basically like my second grandpa, even
though I’ve never met him before.”
Thomas couldn’t stop the chuckle if he
tried. “Did he? You’ll have to tell me more, later.” He joked,
but Philip nodded anyways. This was far better than finishing his
Alex was determined to keep his
promise, for real this time. He was not staying late, and if
possible, he would even be home early. Washington owed it to him, for
all that free overtime.
Unfortunately, all the owing in the
world meant nothing when Washington ordered him to take some
important documents to the courthouse, a good half hour away, when
the day was nearly over. Alex could never say no to a direct request
like that, even if Washington probably would have relented if he
explained his circumstances.
No, he could do this and still be out
on time, if he drove straight to Philip’s school, instead of back to
the firm, first. Alex did so, driving as fast as he reasonably could.
Only, when he did that, Philip had
already left, instead of waiting for him. In fact, he had left for
the washroom in the last hour of class, and never returned, according
to the teacher. Alex barely spared the time to chew them out for not
keeping a better headcount, and then he was running off to his car
and to home.
Philip wasn’t at home either. Alex
started panicking in earnest. He could be anywhere, but why would he?
Philip was so excited about going to see the movie, he wouldn’t have
just run off today of all days, would he? But he alternative- if
Philip hadn’t purposefully run off himself- was far worse. Alex
started by doing circles of the neighbourhood, then the local parks.
Alex was focused; so focused that his
phone remained in his pocket, battery dead before he’d even realized
Philip was missing.
It must have been hours later, the sun
starting to set, when Alex finally gave up. He had panicked somewhere
early down the line, and never quite stopped. His limbs were shaking.
Alex had lost his son.
He didn’t want to even think about the
phone call he would have to make to Eliza. But first, he’d check the
house again, just in case. Alex wasn’t holding out much hope at this
Alex was just stressed enough to miss
the strange car behind his in the driveway. He was not, however, too
stressed to notice two people sitting in his living room.
“Hamilton, about time!” Jefferson
waved his arms enthusiastically, though something sharp glinted in
his eyes. Alex’s brain stuttered for a moment at the sight of his
coworker/rival relaxing in his home, but then Philip was bounding
into his arms.
“Dad! Where the heck where you? Mr.
Jefferson’s called you like, a million times!”
“Wha- Philip, where have you
been? You weren’t at school, the teachers told me you disappeared,
you weren’t at home, I’ve been worried sick, looking for you!”
Harsh, panicked words spilled from Alex’s mouth, even as he seized
his son in a fierce hug. “Don’t scare me like that!”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,”
Philip hugged back tight, voice suddenly subdued and guilty. “I
just wanted to find you at work, so you’d actually go on time.”
Alex loosened his hug so that he could
face Philip directly. “Wait, you what-?” Alex cut himself off,
remembering the other person in the room. “Jefferson, why the
fu-heck are you here?” Philip’s head poked up at Alex’s accusatory
tone, brows furrowing in confusion.
“Nice save,” Jefferson smirked,
always as irritating as possible. “Also, is that really the way you
want to be speaking to the guy who’s been watching your kid all
evening? When I could have been doing anything else with my time?”
There was no reason for Jefferson to be
lying. In fact, that answer made the most sense, given that Jefferson
had literally been in his home, watching Philip, when Alex got in
there. Still though, this was Jefferson. Instinctive denial surged in
his chest. “Excuse me-”
“I’m sorry!” Philip shouted again,
lip trembling. He wasn’t looking at Alex though, instead facing
Jefferson. “I didn’t mean to waste your day!”
Alex’s blood ran cold. That was exactly
the opening one could never make to Jefferson- he could never hold
back his infuriating sarcastic comments. He was going open his mouth
and spout some negative bullshit that would make Philip cry, because
Jefferson was an asshole who didn’t have any kids and probably hated
Jefferson did open his mouth, but his
eyes were suddenly wide, with surprise and maybe guilt- something
Alex had never seen him wear. He scrambled off the couch. “No no, I
didn’t mean that, Philip! You’ve been great fun!” Jefferson
assured, stepping over to crouch in front of Philip.
Philip looked up at him cautiously.
Alex held his breath, completely taken aback. “Really?”, Philip
whispered, and Alex could hear the tiny smile working its way into
“Of course!” Jefferson reached a
hand over to ruffle his hair. “I got to read all your poems, and
you got to hear all about the silly things your Dad does at work!
It’s just that your Dad’s back now, so I should probable get going.”
He gave Philip a wide grin, full of warmth and life.
Alex wasn’t sure he’d ever seen
Jefferson with a smile like that. It did something to his stomach
that he’d rather not analyze.
“No! You gotta stay for supper! We
can’t do the movie anymore anyways, right Dad!” Philip bounced
back, both emotionally and literally, on the balls of his feet.
Alex opened his mouth, searching for an
excuse that wouldn’t upset Philip. Then, he glanced over to
Jefferson. He was fidgeting, glancing away awkwardly. With a start,
Alex realized he must have actually had fun. Somehow, Jefferson was
actually really good with kids, if Philip’s excitement meant
anything; and now he was standing there, in Alex’s house, looking
more awkward and vulnerable than Alex had ever seen him.
“Yeah… yeah, he can stay. If he
wants to.” Alex didn’t even want to guess what his face looked like
right now. He wasn’t even sure what his feelings looked like right
now. It was all a mess of exposed wires, his entire worldview turned
on its head.
Jefferson flinched in surprise for a
moment, eyes snapping to Alex. Then, he gauged Alex’s pure, undiluted
confusion, and a smile slowly took his face, one that more closely
resembled the teasing smirks Alex was used to. Now though, it seemed
just a little less aggressive than Alex remembered.
“I suppose I can stay and tell your
Dad all about how you skipped your last class, looked up his
workplace online, and then bussed there all by yourself without
telling anybody.” Jefferson shrugged, nonchalant.
“What! Mr. Jefferson, no!” Philip
whined, even as he smiled broadly. “I’m gonna get grounded!”
Jefferson laughed. “Well, whose fault
is that? You’re a little troublemaker!”
Philip spouted denials in between
giggles. Alex felt his paradigm shift further off axis. “I guess
I’ll get started,” Alex said, quiet and distant. He stood up and
edged his way to the kitchen. Jefferson and Philip continued to chat
in his hallway.
Somewhere between numb and completely
unsure of himself, Alex turned the oven on and got out a frozen
pizza. He took as much time as he could retrieving the round pan and
opening the pizza box. Replaying in his mind was the smile Jefferson
had made at Philip. His stomach flipped again.
“Hey,” Jefferson’s voice was calm
and subdued, but made Alex jump a foot anyways. “I put the TV on
for Philip.” He was right behind Alex, nearly crowding him into the
counter. “I assume you want to know what’s been going on? No one’s
been on the same page today.”
Alex swallowed. It wasn’t the first
time Jefferson had crowded him, Alex had realized over time that it
was more a matter of not knowing about personal space, rather than an
active bid at intimidation. It was also overwhelming, especially now.
“Uh,” Alex started, horrified at the squeak his voice made. “I
Jefferson smirked- how could he not?-
but relented, backing up a step. “It really wasn’t all that crazy.
The kid showed up in the last hour of work, and no one else would do
it, so I watched him. Tried to call your phone, I’m assuming it’s
dead.” Alex dug into his pocket, pulling out a very dead phone. He
paled. “No, it’s fine, it’s done.” Jefferson waved his hand
dismissively. “I didn’t- I mean, it wasn’t awful.”
Alex paused at Jefferson’s stutter. His
ears were pink. Adorable, Alex thought, then shook it from his mind.
“Thank you,” he said instead.
“Uhhh,” Jefferson’s ears turned
pinker. “No offense, but that sounds so weird coming from you.”
Suddenly, he started laughing. “And I just said 'no offense’, which
is even weirder!”
Alex snorted. Giggles stumbled their
way between his lips, turning into chuckles, then full blown
laughter. “Oh my God,” Alex wheezed, “This is so weird!”
Jefferson was howling right beside him.
“I know, right?!”
Their laughs petered off, save for a
quiet snicker from the distance. Both their heads whipped around-
Philip peeked from the doorway. “Dad hasn’t laughed like that in
ages,” He said knowingly. “You guys should hang out more. Hey,
can Mr. Jefferson come with us to the movie, next time?”
Alex flushed, his mind stumbling to a
stop, not sure if it was from the sheer audacity of the question, or
how the idea of going out with Jefferson sounded too much like a
date. His only saving grace was that it was probably the last thing
Jefferson wanted, anyways. It didn’t matter that the sight of him
being so nice to Philip did things to Alex’s heart.
“That sounds nice. If your Dad
agrees.” Jefferson gave Philip an indulgent smile, then turned to
Alex, question standing. A quiet blush graced his cheekbones as
well. He looked so much more attractive- cute, Alex’s brain supplied-
when it was open like this. Usually, Jefferson’s appearance was the
only attractive thing about him. Alex realized suddenly that he was
gone- had been gone the moment Jefferson had revealed a side of
himself that wasn’t pure opposition to everything Alex stood for.
“Alright,” Alex agreed. He needed
to see where this was going. He was going to figure Jefferson out, or
Shout out to the mixed kids who never felt close to the cultures they come from. Shout out to the mixed kids who don’t know the native language(s) at all or fluently and get shamed for it. Shout out to the mixed kids who were never really immersed in their family culture(s) and their for don’t know anything or very little about where they come from. Shout out to the mixed kids who felt connected to one side of their culture than the other(s). Shout out to the mixed kids who get shamed for wearing or celebrating something unique to the culture(s) because they “don’t look like they’re from there/like that race”. Shout out to the mixed kids whose own family called them “fake”. Shout out to the mixed kids who never felt like they belonged.
This recent bomb was pretty terrible imho so I’ve decided to re write it with the materials I was given. If i sat down with a cohesive crew i could come up with something even more solid, but I really do believe that what I came up with has better drama, pacing, and character development, it stays on message, and has lots to look forward to at the end that leaves the viewer excited for the promise of more
Lets have this be heavily Amethyst centric. Steven starts with those dreams, and at first the gems are reluctant to let Steven go figure out what he’s seeing. But the one who eventually says it would be a good idea is Amethyst. “If the rest of you won’t take him I will. Sounds kind of fun.”
if you’re gonna have the pink palanquin be somewhere that needs to be traveled to, please use anyone else besides uncle racist. You have greg who could easily buy plane tickets. you have Lion. You have Lapis.
greg gets abducted still, just do it with the blue diamond we were promised not the one we were given. you expect me to to just accept that she looks like that now? shut up
have amethyst be terrified in the presence of Blue Diamond. Amethyst says “Stop.” and Blue diamond, instead of treating her like an actual threat, insults her. Calls her defective, and weak, and considers it an insult that Amethyst would even think it’s okay to speak to her. You can feel the immense power radiating off of her. Amethyst feels like she’s so weak that even if she tried to rescue greg she’d fail immediately. So she panics and stiffens up until it’s too late. It’s her first real exposure to the diamonds (a call on the diamond line doesn’t count) and she knows what she’s up against now and it’s really scary
Simon is casually hunched over on the floor when I walk into the living room, and he seems to be scribbling on something rather messily. He gasps when he sees me and immediately puts his hands over it.
“Baz! Don’t look,” he says, and then suddenly he glances around and slides the entire thing (a piece of paper on top of a clipboard) under the couch.
I cock my eyebrow at him and smirk.
“I was working on something and you’re not allowed to look.” He gets up off the floor and settles down on the sofa, just as Bunce walks in with a plate of scones and a bowl of biscuits.
“Ah, Baz, I didn’t realize you were here,” she says, handing the plate of scones to Snow. I sit down on the end of the couch and she sits at the other end, then awkwardly reaches behind Snow and pushes through his ridiculous, folded wings to offer me a biscuit from the bowl. I really don’t want one, but now I can’t refuse after she (literally) went through all of that trouble.
“What were you working on, Snow?” I ask, taking the biscuit and sitting it down on a coaster on the side table.
“I can’ tell ‘ou, Baz,” Snow says, his mouth full of scone. “Is a surprise.”
I roll my eyes, and Bunce giggles.
“As long as it’s not one of those cheesy Valentine’s cards you get from Clintons,” I say.
Snow glares at me, but I can’t take him seriously when there are crumbs falling from his mouth.
“Wha’s wong with cheeshy Valen’ine’sh cardsh fwom Clin’ons?”
“Quite simply,” I say, smiling gently at him, and I reach up to swipe a crumb off of his lip. “They’re lame.”
Snow sarcastically gasps, crumbs falling all around him, and Bunce giggles again.
“Probably because you never got any in school,” Bunce says.
I glare at her through a gap in Snow’s wings. “You probably didn’t get any either,” I say back.
“Fair point,” she says, and stuffs a biscuit into her mouth.
Snow is staring at me when I look away from her.
“You really never got any, Baz?” He asks. “Although, I guess I never saw any in our room.”
I laugh at this. “I would never have kept them even if I did.”
Snow glances over at Bunce, then back at me.
“So neither of you got any valentines cards?”
Bunce seems to be shaking her head. “We weren’t as popular as you, Simon. And I know you got a lot because I remember helping you carry the box of them up to your room in sixth year. You insisted we not use magic.”
“Look, Penny–,” Snow begins, but stops, and I notice through the gap that Bunce is looking at him fiercely.
“Simon!” she says, rather excitedly. “That was the year you got that secret admirer letter, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.”
So did I.
“We never figured out who wrote it.”
Aleister Crowley, this is bad.
Snow is laughing. “We read it so many times.”
Fuck, Snow. Please stop talking.
“At least a dozen!”
You too, Bunce.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, carefully and calmly, although I’ve never felt this much embarrassment. This is one of the few times I thank my vampirism.
Yes, I wrote it. Yes, it was embarrassing. No, no one can ever find out.
“So in sixth year,” Bunce begins, and I know this situation couldn’t get any worse.
“Crowley! I still have it!” Snow shouts, and immediately jumps off the couch and runs to his room.
Bunce is laughing. I was wrong.
“So anyway,” she says. “In sixth year, after Simon made me lug up his ridiculous box of valentines cards, we found a letter attached to the outside of the bedroom door. It was from some mysterious secret admirer, who wrote in perfect cursive, and I had to basically read it to Simon since his cursive skills were atrocious.”
I smirk at this. “Typical Snow.”
Bunce nods and her phone buzzes. She pulls it out of her pocket and casually scrolls through it as she continues. “It was quite cheesy, and we read it so many times. They even quoted Shakespeare and Kierkegaard, which I thought was lovely, but Simon didn’t really seem to get it. He was obsessed with it for some time though, and we assumed at first it was from Agatha–,” I mentally frown at this, “–but she denied it multiple times. So then we made a list of people who could have sent it. Simon even went so far as to ask random people to write in cursive for him. He was obsessed.”
I snort at this. As embarrassed as I am, it’s a rather funny thought to imagine the looks Snow received from people when he asked them to do something so ridiculous.
“So what happened?” I ask. It was really the only question I could come up with that didn’t remotely give me away.
“Simon finally gave up. I mean, I think there was even a line at the end written in French.”
It was Greek.
“I mean, who writes in perfect cursive and just casually quotes Søren Kierkegaard?”
“Are you sure Agatha was just too embarrassed to admit it was her?” I ask.
“Agatha doesn’t give a damn about 19th century philosophers. Or cursive. Or foreign languages. And really, I can’t believe Simon kept that letter all these years. He’s never going to figure it…” Bunce trails off, and I know that I’m doomed. She sets her phone down and slowly turns her head towards me, her eyes gleaming.
I cock an eyebrow at her.
“I found it!” Snow says, waving an envelope around as he plops back down on the sofa. His wings are folded neatly behind him this time, and Bunce is staring straight at me. She mouths the words ‘It was you’, and really, her stare is so intense that I have no way of denying it.
‘Don’t. Say. Anything.’ I mouth back at her.
Bunce smiles maliciously and laughs. Snow looks over at her and shakes his head.
“What’s so funny?” he asks.
“Nothing, Simon. Why don’t I read that letter? Aloud.” Bunce smiles at me.
Fuck you, Bunce.
Snow takes the letter out of the envelope, and it’s so crinkled, like he’s held it countless times.
“Okay, okay,” he says, unfolding it and handing it to her.
Bunce takes the letter, smiles at me again, glances back to the letter, and dramatically clears her throat. But then, she looks back at me.
“Actually,” she says, and I know this can’t be good. “Baz writes in perfect cursive. Why don’t we let him read it?”
I cast a glare at Bunce so fierce, it could set a forest ablaze in seconds. But she deflects it like it’s a useless first-year spell.
Fuck you, Bunce.
Before I can respond, she passes the letter to Snow, who smiles at me. I curse that smile inwardly and take the dreaded paper. I glance it up and down a few times, also cursing my 15-year old self for writing such a horrid piece.
“Our life,” I begin, “always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts. And you, Simon Snow, are at the center of my mind.”
Bunce glances over and cocks an eyebrow, as if mocking me. I ignore her.
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing’d cupid painted blind. And you, Simon Snow, are the center of my world, my universe, and my heart.”
I’m cringing. And Bunce is giggling. But Snow is smiling at me, and Crowley, he looks beautiful.
“Don’t forget the last line,” she says.
“It’s in Greek, by the way,” I say. “Not French.”
Snow smiles even more and turns to me. “Baz! I forgot that you know Greek!”
Thank Crowley for Snow’s obliviousness. Because I was sure anyone else would have realized it at that point.
“Go on, then, Baz,” Bunce says.
I sigh, and stare at the last line for a long time. Not because I’m translating it (because I know it by heart), but because it’s so cringey to read the writing of your 15-year old self.
είσαι το κέντρο των πάντων μου,” I say. My Greek is still flawless. “You are the center of my everything.”
Bunce wrinkles her nose and sticks out her tongue. “Wow,” she says. “It’s even cheesier in English.”
“Shut it, Bunce,” I say, sighing. I begin to hand Simon the letter, and he’s just smiling at me. Crowley.
He takes the letter and stares at it. “Wow,” he says. “It sounds so nice when you read it, Baz.”
“I wonder why,” Bunce says, snickering, and I glare at her again.
“Well, we’ll probably never figure it out,” Snow sighs, folding the letter and carefully placing it back in the envelope.
Bunce pats Snow on the shoulder. “Oh, I’m sure you will soon.” And then, she winks at me. Winks.
Snow gets up and heads back to his room. When he’s out of earshot, Bunce turns to me.
“You will have to tell him sometime,” she whispers.
Seventeen Reaction (Vocal Unit & Dino): You flinch in a fight.
Request: could i request a reaction for seventeen vocal unit + dino accidentally hitting you during a fight? and if you’re not comfortable with that could it be a reaction to you flinching like the got7 one?
A/N: I could never imagine any of the boys hitting anyone ever so I chose to do it flinching instead. I’m aware this is a sensitive subject and that violence towards anyone is a very real issue and so if anyone has any issue with me posting content of this nature please let me know. Regardless I try to do so in a way that is sensitive to the reader. Thank you.
You two very rarely argued and when you did it was never with raised voices, Jeonghan would never shout but every word he said was said with purpose and meaning behind it, sometimes with a tinge of venom if the argument was serious. However maybe the lack of raised voices is what made you so nervous, worried that he was so calm he would someday snap. Maybe that’s why when he took a step towards you you flinched away, backing up so you fell back to sit on the sofa behind you. He would stand in shock for a moment, taking in the events that just happened and replaying them back in his head in slow motion. ‘Y/N no...’ He’d whisper, falling to his knees in front of you, burying his head in your lap. ‘I would never...’ he would say. You would simply rest your hand on his head and smooth his hair gently, a silent sign that it was okay.
Much like Jeonghan he had never raised his voice at you and arguments are rare. When you did argue, Jisoo would simply remove himself from the situation, taking his coat from the rack and disappeaing down the road to clear his head so he did nothing he would later regret. However this time was different, this time yours two argument was slightly more heated and so when Jisoo huffed and reached behind you to get his coat and make his usual exit, you recoiled instantly squeezing your eyes shut and trembling slightly in front of him. You wouldn’t have even opened your eyes before you heard the buttons of Joshua’s coat hit the floor and feel his arms around you, one hand on your head stroking your hair. He would hush you lightly, reassuring you he simply would never. Ever.
While Woozi wasn’t necessarily the largest, he had learned to make his voice loud and to have a big impact and so you felt the full force of that when you argued. It was over something so silly and irrelevant and yet you two were both tired which ended up getting you both more riled than usual. Perhaps that was what lead to you cowering a little as he approached you. He would be so shocked that all he could do was back away slowly with his hands raised defensively. ‘No’ was all he could whisper as he watched you slowly relax at the realization that Woozi would never lay a finger on you. Woozi wouldn’t even touch you through fear of making things worse so he simply excused himself to your bedroom, sitting on the bed and contemplating his actions, vowing to prove to you he would never hurt you.
This would affect him by far the most. He would have to rethink what kind of person he was. The moment you cowered during your rare argument he felt a part of him break and he was sure it was his heart. Seeing you so vulnerable, he should be the last one who made you feel like that, he should make you feel liberated and like a princess, not afraid… never afraid. He would spend copious amounts of time rethinking his actions and going out of his way to make up for whatever it was he had done. He would buy you flowers, take you to dinner and despite your protests just generally spoil you rotten to even begin to make himself a man worthy of you.
You hear that? That’s my heart breaking
This poor kid would be inconsolable. After you flinched during a fairly heated argument he vowed never to argue with you again, telling you through hiccuped tears and heavy breathing how much he loved you and cared about you and how he would never ever want to hurt you. He would cry for hours after you told him you forgave him and that it wasn’t his fault, feeling like he wasn’t worthy and feeling like absolute crap. The only people who could comfort him were his members, but even then he would be in a sort of daze for sometime after the incident, thinking of ways to look after you and make it so he never ever made you cry again.
Heart broken couldn’t even begin to describe how Dino felt in the aftermath of your argument. Not only did he feel like the argument itself was his fault but the fact you felt so unsafe around him that you felt in danger absolutely broke him. He would apologise immediately, bowing and tentatively patting your back as you cried into his back, whispering to him that it wasn;t his fault. Regardless he would come home the next day with flowers and would challenge himself to start taking martial arts classes in order to protect you so you no longer needed to feel vulnerable.
Technically, I might have cheated a bit. Then again, we never clearly laid out any
rules. We never actually decided that
each player had to wait until the next day to lay their trap, it was just sort
of understood. So if I made preparations
the night before, I would say that it’s completely fair. After all, how can you break a rule if none
were ever written?
Baz gets up before me to use the shower, I hide my grin under my blankets.
dress as the water runs.
take the planned precautions and double-check that I’ve remembered to wear my
the water shuts off, I take my position, sitting on my bed with my back against
my pillow, waiting. The picture of calm,
even though I’m buzzing with anticipation.
count down in my head as I hear the curtain slide back.
Three, two, one…
THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”
should think it would be obvious.”
BETTER START RUNNING, SNOW!”
don’t move. I stay exactly where I am
and straighten out a crease in my shirt.
Crowley, I’m starting to act like him.
a steady stream of cursing from the other side of the door. Normal cursing, not magical cursing, though
he sounds angry enough to curse me right off the school grounds.
he cracks the door open, he doesn’t lean around to look at me.
come on,” I tell him, “get it over with.”
takes a step forward and emerges, wearing only a towel around his waist, half
of his body hidden behind the door. Part
of my brain registers the fact that I’ve never seen him with this little
clothing on, but I’m very much distracted by his hair. It’s slicked back with shower water, a few
strands hanging in front of his eyes, and it’s blond. Yellow-blond.
smirk takes control of my face. “Well,
that clearly worked, then.”
you have any idea how bloody dead you
you hurry up in there? I’d like to use
the bathroom. Oh, and it’s your move.”
slams the door in my face and I bury my laughter in my pillow.
takes an exaggeratedly long time to get ready, probably to spite me, or maybe
he’s busy trying to magic the bleach out of his hair. Trixie told me it was extra-long lasting, but
it is only Normal bleach with no magical properties. Maybe I did
charm it to be a bit stronger, but he could probably magic his hair back to
normal if he tried long enough. I just
wait on my bed, studying my nails casually like I assume he does when he’s
Baz finally reappears in the doorway, he’s fully clothed and his hair is still
blond, but it’s different now. It’s dry,
and instead of yellow his hair is a soft white.
He hasn’t slicked it back like he usually does, just lets it fall around
his face like snowflakes.
skin is so pale that white-blond hair shouldn’t look good on him.
light and soft and it makes his heavy gray eyes look gentle, even though he’s
currently using them to shoot daggers at me.
It’s striking against the green of his uniform, and it’s like he’s
turned from a vampire into a wood elf, tall and elegant and smooth.
hair looks so soft, freshly washed like this, that my hands actually
twitch. I want to take a lock and rub it
between my fingertips.
Crowley, it looks good.
a lurch in my stomach, unfamiliar and cold, and I don’t know what it
means. Not that it matters, I’m
definitely not thinking about my stomach right now.
thought I told you to run,” Baz growls through his teeth, his cheeks pink. Maybe from shower steam, maybe from
embarrassment. I wonder what my cheeks
look like right now, with how I feel them heating up.
not stupid, Baz,” I reply calmly, even though there’s a weird shiver working
its way down my back. “If I leave the
room, you’ll just throw me down the stairs or something. This is the safest place for me right now.”
I’ll throw you out the window and let the merwolves have you.”
opening the window, Baz, see how far you get.”
did you do to it?”
serious, just a simple precaution, but you won’t be getting it open.”
if I carried you out the door?”
have to fight me to get me there, and I don’t think the Anathema would like
that very much.”
seethes at me for another few seconds before storming out the door. I can hear his angry steps all the way down
stay where I am for I don’t know how long.
It’s like I can’t move, and my stomach is still feeling hollow. Not in a hungry way, more like someone took
one of my organs out and left a giant empty spot, and now the rest of my organs
are frantically shifting around to try and fill the space. I’m cold and hot at the same time.
I say aloud to the empty room.
and I are out on the hill when she sees what I’ve done.
“Mor-gana, Simon,” she breathes, her eyes
wide. “How are you even still alive?”
shake my head, watching Baz as he disappears into the castle. His hair is even more ethereal in the light
of day. I can only imagine what he would
look like if the sun were shining. He’d
have a fucking halo.
better question is, why has he left it like that?” Penny muses, squinting at
the doors even after Baz has passed through them. “Couldn’t he magic it back to normal?”
the dye is too strong.”
exactly did you pull this off, anyway?”
poured hair bleach in his shampoo last night.”
shakes her head with a disbelieving laugh.
“Crowley, Simon,” she says, “when is this game going to end?”
shrug. I hadn’t thought about it. “When there’s a winner?”
how do you determine a winner?”
just until one of us concedes.”
know you two,” she scoffs, “that’s not going to happen.”
about her saying you two makes my
heart beat a little louder in my ears for just a second.
let me get this straight,” she continues.
“First you changed his sugar into salt, so he turned your scones to
rock. Then came the necklace thing, and
the glue on the doorknob. I know he kept
turning your music up yesterday, but there’s something missing in between. Did you forfeit that day?”
did you do?”
memory is sour and I grimace. “I don’t
want to talk about it?”
“Why? Did it not work?”
what? He’s cursed you loads of times.”
gave him nightmares.”
doesn’t answer for a second. “You did what?”
were only supposed to be minor ones, but something went wrong, they were never
supposed to hurt him.”
bad were they?”
want to scrub the memory from my eyelids.
“I had to wake him up because he kept shouting.”
that’s… terrible, actually.”
told you, they weren’t supposed to be scary.”
you attacked the mind. Worse, you
attacked the subconscious.” She looks at
me like I’ve taken her food without asking.
“Does he know it was you?”
don’t think so.”
that why you didn’t get mad yesterday when he pranked you?”
would I get mad?” I shrug. “I deserved
never thought I’d see the day that you felt bad for hurting Baz.”
shake my head. “He might be a twat, but
you didn’t hear him. No one deserves
whatever he was dreaming.”
watches me thoughtfully. “Hmm,” she
just… maybe you guys don’t hate each other as much as you think you do.”
hair is still white-blond later at night when we turn in. I still have to consciously remind myself to
stop staring at it.
hasn’t said anything to me since this morning, but I don’t think it’s because
he’s mad. More just the normal silence
that exists between us when we’re not actively fighting or shouting abuse at
wonder as he turns out the lights if his hair has always looked so soft, or if
I’ve just noticed it now. When he turns
it black again, will I still have the urge to touch it? Is it something I’ve always wanted to do but
only just realized?
thought occurs to me as his breathing starts to deepen across the room. “Hey, Baz.”
ridiculous and not even close to true.
My hair is the blonde of honey, while his is currently the blonde of
fucking snow, but that makes it even more ironic and, naturally, even more
funny to me.
Baz doesn’t say anything, just sits
up and punts one of his pillows at me, and I can’t hold in a giggle when it
“Bye Ronnie” You shouted as you ran down the hall not wanting to be late for your ride home.
“Bye Y/N, see you tomorrow”
“What’s going on in here?” Veronica asked as she walked into the Blue and Gold paper office.
“These girls” Betty started to say as she waved her arms in a pointing gesture “Also had been victims of slut shaming from boy on the football team.” Veronica looked at Betty for a moment before turning her attention to the girls.
“Are you serious?” She questioned not wanting to be lied too about something like this. All of the girls nodded their heads and Veronica let out a breath. Looking at the girls she wondering how many more in this school had been shamed. There were about a dozen here and she knew not everyone would come forward. “Well ladies what are we going to do” But before anyone got a chance to answer her, in came two students.
“Guys welcome” Betty greeted as they entered “Veronica this is Valerie and her brother Trev who use to be on the football team. I’m pretty sure this will answer your question on what to do.” Trev looked at the girls in the room and spoke
“There’s a book it’s umm called the Playbook” Trev reached up to touch his neck nervously as all eyes were on him “The team uses it to write down and keep track of all of the girls they hook up with. They keep score for themselves and how much each girls is worth.” Most of the girls let out a gasp, shocked that the football team was at something like this. “It’s not all of the players but it’s a enough that I quit the team over.”
“Do you know where the book is?” Veronica asked wanting to get straight to the point.
“Yeah I do”
That’s what led the girl’s here in the school at night. A few of them came to find the book in the place where Trev said it would be to make sure it was true. As Betty searched the supply closet for it, everyone was on edge, not really wanting it to be true but also that Cheryl had showed up. As she knew her brother she knew that there was no way he would do this.
“Guy’s I found it” Betty shouted as she came rushing out with a book in her hands. Everyone gather around her as she opened the book. Reading down the pages there were many names of girls that lived in Riverdale also the football teams members next to them.
“There’s my name” Veronica said as she pointed to it next to Chuck’s name.
“There’s Polly’s” Betty let out. Cheryl stepped back from everyone not really believing it even with proof right in front of her. Veronica scanned the book even more, coming across names of the girls that she had met earlier but one caught her eye.
“Betty isn’t that Y/N?” Betty and Veronica looked over to the player’s name and it was Reggie.
“Since when was she seeing Reggie?” Ronnie asked but Betty just shook her head, she didn’t know anything about it and she had been friend with you for years. Not once did you ever mention anything about Reggie let alone hooking up with him. Flicking to more pages the girls found your name even more, which left them wondering until Cheryl let out a laugh.
“You guys didn’t know? Betty really I thought you would of, you guys have been friends for what? Like ten years.” Letting a smirk come across her face she started again “I didn’t think poor Veronica would know but Betty you. How about I save you the fun. Go asked your best friend all about their little hook ups you would love to know the details trust me” Turning on her heel Cheryl made her way out of the building happy that they were now thinking of someone other than her brother. With one finally look the girls took pictures for proof and also made their way out but now there was a bigger thing to solve.
“Y/N” Betty and Veronica shouted as they saw you at your locker. You turned facing the two, giving them a wave and a smile. The girls looked at each other before they walked up to you not really knowing how this was going to go.
“Morning guys” You said as you took some books out of your locker and into your book bag.
“We need to talk to you” Betty spoke as she looked around the hallway seeing tons of students.
“Sure go on, I’m all ears”
“We shouldn’t do it here Y/N” Veronica told you as she grabbed your arm. Giving her a strange look you pulled your arm back.
“Whatever you guys need to say, you can do it here” You argued not really wanting to go somewhere if it wasn’t that important, class was going to be starting soon.
“Did you have sex with Reggie” Ronnie let out, not wanting to put up with your attitude this morning. You made a face then asked
“Where did you heard that? That’s bullshit” The bell for class rang so you close your locker wanting to go but the girls wouldn’t let you. “Can you move?”
“No not until you tell us the truth”
“I just did” Betty heart was breaking with every word that came out of your mouth, she didn’t want to believe that her best friend for years was lying to her. You guys told each other everything or so she thought. Pushing your way pass them you didn’t want to be late but as you got a little far away Betty spoke as her voice crack
“We have proof”
“You what?” You whipped around and walked back over to the two. Betty could tell in your voice that your were slightly panicked.
“Ever hear of the playbook? When you were to busy fooling around with Reggie, the football team was keeping track of you and others you know. Have to get the highest points right?” Ronnie sassed out but you didn’t speak. Everything was running through your mind. But Betty knew you, she knew what you were thinking.
“You knew” Betty whispered, Ronnie looked over at Betty
“She knew that’s why she not saying anything. She doesn’t know what to. How long?”
Betty asked but when you didn’t respond she yelled.
“HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING? HOW LONG DID YOU KNOW WHAT JASON WAS DOING TO POLLY”
“Would you be quiet so we won’t get in trouble” You stated looking around to make sure the hallways were clear. Letting out a sigh you spoke once again “I knew about the list or whatever it is. Reggie mention to me after one of the guys said I must be a good number. I hook up with him a few times”
“You never told me” Betty said ready to let out tears.
“How could I Betty? With everything going on with your sister and now this, it just wasn’t the right time. I promise you that I never knew about Jason and Polly in the book. I never really knew what it was I thought it was some joke between the guys but I guess not.”
“Not is right” Veronica informed you.
“Don’t blame me for this. I’m not the one who made it and I’m damn well not the only person who knew”
“They were slut shame Y/N because of this.”
“I didn’t know that Veronica.”
“You didn’t bother to care”
“Would you girls get to class” A teacher shouted down the hallway, making you guys drop the subject and move on to your guys classes.
“Reggie” You barked as you pulled him into a empty classroom.
“Who knew, you couldn’t wait to get a piece of this” Reggie let out a laugh “Didn’t take you for the girl who would do it in a classroom” With a roll of your eyes you let out
“We need to talk about the playbook” The last word made Reggie stop joking around and look at you in the eye.
“What about it?”
“People know about it Reggie. They know it’s a real thing. I know it’s a real thing. I thought this was just some big joke, nope you guys actually put it in a book” Taking your hands in his Reggie started to explain.
“Chuck started it last season to see how much action everyone was getting on the team. We’re supposed to put it in every time we do it with a girl, we got to write her name and the date. I stopped putting your name in as soon as we got serious because I realized how stupid it really is. Chuck and them take it as a big deal, to them the more girls you got the better. If they know about some one on the team doing it they will put it in just so the whole team knows what we’re doing”
“You need to come clean” Reggie stepped back wide eyes
“I love you I really do but I can’t do that. If these people know they need to do it. This team is what gets me through college and without I can’t go. I’m not risking rating for my future.” Giving him a nod you truly understood him reasoning. You knew what his parents were like.
“Just tell the truth when asked Reggie please, the people who know already took action and you can’t be caught up in this.”
“If they asked babe your the only one with my name in the book, you’re my girlfriend they can’t doing anything about me hooking up with you” Letting out a laugh you smiled and agreed. Reggie pulled you into his chest so he could wrapped his arm around you. You lay your head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.
“Always tell me the truth from now on alright” you mumbled against him. Reggie nodded his head not wanting to risk losing you to anything so stupid again. You both wanted this fix not just for you but for the girls who got hurt by it.
This post contains discourse so. Feel free to scroll past it. I know that’s not what most of you are here for, and I apologize.
This is going to sound like a salt post. I suppose it is. But it’s also information that the people in this community deserve to know.
These are the kind of people who run the popular mchanzo blog. These are the people who run mchanzo week and who are running the Bullseye mchanzine that I’ve seen so many people I follow talk about contributing to. I’m not telling anyone to unfollow, or leave the server, or to not participate in these events. Your support of the mchanzone is entirely of your own volition. But you should make that decision knowing who you’re contributing your art, fic, and valuable time to.
I want to start off by saying that I would not be making this post if I hadn’t been unjustifiably banned from the mchanzone discord server. I was perfectly content to let the whole thing go - and did so, for about two months prior to this - because I value the community on that server and the people who have reached out to me about my fics there, and didn’t want to cause drama for them. I made my peace with it and was happy to chill in the background, talking to people about my fics and theirs. I was silent because I thought that was the right thing to do. I’m not going to be silent anymore.
I was a mod on mchanzone for several months. When the call for applications came around, the comment was made that they were looking for people who weren’t afraid to voice their opinions, especially opposing ones. And when I was accepted, that’s exactly what I did: I was active in mod chat and on the server, I gave my opinion on every decision that the mods were included in, and if I didn’t agree with something, I spoke up.
And that’s the sticking point: Lynn/Trash doesn’t like people who stand up to her. Made it kind of hard to do my job as a mod when she says things like this:
The “hurtful, condescending shit” in question was a teacher voicing their opinion about the fact that Lynn writes essays for students for money - which is highly unethical and, understandably, would make a teacher upset.
And the real kicker? Up until that point, that person was a favorite to be promoted to mod during our next round of applications:
But her name was immediately tossed out because of her disagreement with Lynn. Poptart is probably one of the nicest people I’ve ever met and would have absolutely made a great mod, precisely for the fact that she’s not afraid to voice her opinions when she sees something’s wrong.
If you’re wondering what else you could possibly get in trouble for on mchanzone, it really doesn’t take much if Lynn’s involved:
So here’s the thing about mchanzone: it has two admins. One who’s hardly ever around, and the other who’s power-hungry, exceedingly paranoid, and is incredibly fond of playing the victim when something doesn’t go her way. That’s not just me making random accusations either - that’s me, a former mod, someone who interacted with Lynn on a daily basis for several months. And the people who use that server deserve to know that.
Here’s some more awful shit that Lynn and co. have done that people deserve to know about:
Routinely banned people she saw as a “threat” - myself and all the others who were banned today included. This particular screenshot is what really gets me, because I personally know all of the people she’s referencing. They’re good people. Incredible people. People who have, quite literally, brought me back from the edge on some of my worst days. They’ve never “bullied” or “harassed” anybody, and certainly not Lynn, unless your definition of bullying and harassment includes “having a rational discussion about topics like adults”. Hell, some of the people who were banned have never even spoken to her before. (Shout out to @ivoughrieand her post about this topic) One of them was banned for replying to the post in this screenshot with “LMAO.” That’s it. Just “LMAO.” (Shout out to @djlemmiex)
She’s routinely striked/banned or ordered mods to strike/ban people for expressing their concerns about the blog and mchanzo week on their personal twitters/tumblrs…or just because they didn’t want to be friends with her anymore:
She regularly deleted conversations from the server that she didn’t agree with - and one time, the entire archive of our mod chat so that new mods wouldn’t be able to go back and see all the shit she’s pulled. These deleted conversations include posts made by a PTSD survivor, who was doing nothing more than expressing her opinion. It just so happened that her opinion was different from Lynn’s.
This is not what I signed up for when I applied to be a mod. This is not the kind of behavior that a rational adult displays, and certainly not one who’s in charge of a community as large as mchanzone. This is not what a good admin does when faced with challenges - this is what a child does when they don’t get their way.
Anyway, I think you get the idea. This post has gone on long enough. I won’t be making anymore posts about this - I just want to ship mchanzo and reblog great art like everyone else. But this one had to be made. If people have questions about this I don’t mind talking about it, but please do it off anon or message me so that I can respond without clogging up my blog with more discourse.
It’s been almost a month since our little Valentine’s Exchange ended. We hope that everyone who participated had a fun time during the whole shebang. For those interested, here is the masterlist of the fics included in the exchange! We don’t know if more are coming but it’s been…a month…. Remember to leave a kudos or a comment, maybe, to show your appreciation to the writers! ♡
It is way too easy for Yoongi to deceive himself with how brightly Jimin smiles at him, with how Jimin sometimes just looks for comfort and warmth when he curls up next to Yoongi after being fucked for hours. In reality, the boy would probably pack his things and run as soon as Yoongi stopped paying.
“Okay. Do your job then,” Yoongi sneers and maybe there is a hurt look on Jimin’s face.
“van gogh who?” taehyung all but yells, throwing another overdramatic wink over his shoulder. “i only know park jimin.” yoongi simply nods along in the background, grinning when jimin sends him a helpless look. even as taehyung continues to shout declarations to the rest of the campus, jimin can’t help but think that if he ever became famous, he’d like for the world to remember yoongi as his muse.
“Are you scared?” “Scared of what?” “That you’ll fall in love with me”
Yoongi and Jimin partake in a game of 'Gay Chicken’. Jimin is convinced he is going to win no questions asked, naturally Yoongi is determined to prove him wrong and wipe that smug smile off of his face.
jimin tortures himself by walking into a valentine’s day fair with a broken heart and counts how many used cans he kicks out of sheer frustration. aka the valentine’s day au where jimin and yoongi meet for the first time and actually kind of fall in love already
Yoongi was a piano prodigy as a child, but after an accident in their teens forced him to be hospitalized, all of their passion seemed to disappear. Now, working on a cruise liner as a pianist, he meets Park Jimin, a very wealthy (and very bored) person who promises that he knows how to get the fire back into Yoongi’s piano playing.
Yoongi did not expect his first encounter with his idol to turn out like this. Yet there Park Jimin stood in front of him: wearing a really flattering pair of tight black jeans, silver hair fluffed to perfection despite not being styled, and dripping wet with a horrified expression on his face as everyone was shocked into silence by what Yoongi had just done.
“What—" falls out of Jimin’s mouth as he watches the man whip out a marker from his sweater pocket and, oh my god, deface the back of Jimin’s ticket. The very ticket Jimin was planning to, like, frame or something when he got back home.
(AKA: Novice business man Jimin may not know who this August guy is, but he does know he’s a complete fucking dick.)
When men come to Jimin and ask him their fortune or what he sees, he’s never afraid to tell them the truth. However, when the crown prince comes seeking the identity of his bride, Jimin can’t understand why all he sees in his future is himself.
Anon- Could you do a Stiles imagine where he keeps trying to tell the reader that he loves her but he keeps getting interrupted by school bells, friends or any distraction you can think of and he eventually he gets so frustrated that he just yells it in front of all your shared friends aka the pack? I feel like this would be really cute and pretty damn funny😂
Authors Note- I was in the middle of a shit ton of homework when I saw this, but I loved it too much to wait, so I hope you enjoy x
Scott and Stiles stood waiting at their lockers, as they did every morning for you all. “Everytime I see her, my heart does the thing” he exclaimed. “I know” Scott nod his head. “It’s like I can feel my pulse quicken” he continued. “I hear” Scott claimed. “I think I love her-” Stiles cooed, but before Scott could reply you turned the corner. “You love who Stilinski?” you asked with a smile. “Oh erm ermm- the lunch lady” he lied terribly. “You think you love the lunch lady?” you asked with raised eyebrows. “Oh erm yeah” he said, his voice breaking half way through. Scott kept pretending to turn around, to stop himself from laughing. “Y/n thank god! Kira’s having a little girl trouble in the bathroom, I need your help ASAP!” she said in relief. “So I’ll see you later I guess” you said awkwardly, before following Lydia down the hall. “Yeah, we have first period together, remember?” he called after you. Scott finally burst out laughing, after watching his best friend’s pathetic excuse of flirting. “You knew she was coming, you complete dick” he said, punching Scott playfully in the arm. “Come on lover boy” Scott laughed, putting his arm around his neck and pulling him down the hallway along with him.
You walked into your English class and sat at your usual desk and Stiles soon followed, taking his next to you. You reached into your bag and began to sift through all of your notebooks to find a pen. “Y/n, Y/n!” he whispered, while the teacher was still setting up the lesson. You sat up and turned to face him. “About what I said earlier-” he began. An automatic smirk crept across your lips, at the thought of Stiles fancying the 60 year old, married lunch lady. “So you don’t love the lunch lady?” you asked, as you tilted your head. “No, in fact I was talking about someone else” he began to explain, his voice getting quieter. “Can everyone turn to chapter five please” your teacher finally spoke. You did as instructed, but you still felt Stiles’ eyes on you. “We’ll talk about it later, it’s okay if you fancy older women” you brushed it off. You promised to improve your grades and attendance this year and that also included reducing your detentions and improving your behaviour in class. “I don’t fancy the lunch lady” he accidently raised his voice, causing the class to laugh. “Thank you for that Stiles, but not relevant” your teacher commented. You bit back a laugh as he slowly sank into his seat, looking like a puppy that had just been told off.
After first period Stiles planned on telling you his true feelings, just to get it over and done with, he didn’t have the time for romance. He waited for you to gather your things as he stood and waited for you. You noticed how his foot tapped at an alarming rate. “What’s the hurry?” you asked with a smile. “Come on” he said. grabbing your arm gently and pulling you out of the classroom. You gave him a weird look as he finally let go of you as you reached the bottom of the stairwell. “You’re being really odd today, are you feeling alright?” you asked, half amused half concerned. “I’m fine, there’s just something I need to tell you” he exclaimed, speaking at 40mph. “Shoot” you said casually, not thinking anything of it. He took a deep breath but before he could say a word the school bell rang loudly. Students began to pour into the hallway. Someone bumped into you, drawing your attention away from Stiles and then more people began to bump into the pair of you as you were blocking the way to the stairs. Before you knew it, you had drifted away from one another in the masses of eager freshman and large groups of students from other grades. “Tell me later!” you shouted into the air, no longer knowing where he was. “It’s kind of important” he shouted back, but you couldn’t hear him, you had already travelled half way down the hall somehow. Stiles felt someone grip onto his shirt and pull him out of the crowd. “Don’t say anything” Stiles huffed. “That was pathetic” Scott told, having watched the whole situation. “Maybe you should wait to tell her, maybe not at school?” Scott suggested. “It’s now or never, otherwise I’ll overthink and might never tell her” Stiles explained. “She likes you Stiles. Her feelings aren’t going to change overnight, why don’t you wait and make it special?” Scott asked rationally. “You’re right, I guess I can wait a day” he agreed. Scott smiled and patted his best friend on the shoulder as they walked to lesson together.
“I cant wait any longer” Stiles whispered. It was break and you all decided to go to the library because it was cold and the only place with any good heating, considering not all of you had wolf heat. “It’s literally been an hour since we agreed on you doing it tomorrow” Scott said, putting his head in his hands. “I know, but look at her” he said in admiration, staring over at the table you were on. Lydia was helping you with your homework and you’d never looked more beautiful, you sat with a furrowed brow staring down at your paper with your hair tucked behind your ear. You glanced up and felt your heart flutter as you caught eye contact with Stiles, his brown eyes looked wet and he had such an adoring look on his face that made you melt. With all you were feeling all you managed was a simple wave, which he returned. God you fucking idiot. Tell him how you feel. “I’m doing it now” He stood up from his chair and began to walk over to you slowly, shaking his sweaty hands and not looking away from you as you scribbled onto your paper. He was about half way across the library when suddenly he felt something hard hit him as he fell to the ground. Books and sheets of paper flew everywhere and there was an eruption of quiet giggles and hushes. Stiles pealed the paper that was covering his eyes to see Liam lying on top of him with an awkward expression on his face. “Get. Off. Of. Me” Stiles said so calmly. Liam lifted himself up and offered his hand out to help Stiles up, “I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going and I didn’t see you walking towards me and-” he barely finished his rambling before Stiles became distracted and rushed off. “ Where’s Y/N?” he asked, half out of breath. “Oh she had to rush off, she told me to ask if you were okay though” Lydia said, packing her own books away. “Great” he said with an eye roll. “Honestly you’re making this little crush of yours so obvious, why are you so desperate to talk to her?” she asked with a smirk. “I’m telling her that I - Wait, you know I like her?” he asked, completely shocked. “Yes Stiles, I’m surprised she hasn’t figured it out herself” she shook her head with a smile. “Whatever it is you need to talk to her about you have two hours because she’s going home early after lunch” she added, before walking away to her next optional AP class. “Two hours, you can do this” he breathed.
He wasn’t in your next lesson and time couldn’t have gone slower. Malia watched, shaking her head as he sat there looking at the clock with a stupid expression on his face. The sound of him clicking his pen to the noise of the clock ticking echoed in her head for the whole period. As soon as the bell for lunch went up he practically ran to the school cafeteria. He was the first on your usual table, Malia followed swiftly behind, confused as to why he didn’t walk down with her. Kira and Scott then followed and took their seats. Liam and Mason sat on the edge of the table, he was still embarrassed by the whole falling on him thing. Finally you walked over with Lydia. You took your seat in the other end of the table, opposite Stiles. You ate your lunch while you all talked as usual, beside Stiles who stared down at the table. Hayden had also joined you all at this point. “Are you okay?” you asked, breaking away from the conversation. “I need to tell you something” he tried to say quietly. “Oh yeah, sure” you smiled. “I lo-” he began for what seemed like the 100th time that day. “Y/L/N, did you forget about your detention today for skipping class you little delinquent?” Coach asked, blowing his whistle. You took a sip of your coffee and turned to look at him, “I have no idea what you’re talking about” you said innocently. “Now!” he called, but before you could reply someone interrupted. “Coach…Shut up” Stiles said sarcastically. “I have been trying to say this all day and I have been interrupted for the last time!” he said standing up. “I love you Y/n, there I said it. I am completely and utterly in love with you” he said a little too loudly, only focusing on you. Half of the students in the cafeteria where staring at you, including all of your friends; who were sitting there with huge grins, smiles and smirks on their faces. You almost spat your coffee all over him. You had a shocked expression on your face for a second, before a bright smile formed. For some strange reason you weren’t embarrassed, only wrapped up in the though of the boy you had liked forever liking you back. “I love you too” you blushed, never thinking this would be the first time you’d say that to him. “Right that’s enough, come on” Coach said with a disgusted look on his face. You were practically pulled out of the room but your eyes remained fixated on Stiles’.
Later on someone knocked on your front door and you knew exactly who it was. “Did you really mean it?” he asked without hesitation, walking in. “Of course I did” you smiled shyly. “So what now?” he asked with a grin on his face. “People who love each other, should be together” you implied. “I guess you’re right” he agreed. After the hectic day he’d had, you thought you may as well give him a hectic end. You wrapped your arms around his neck and felt his around your waist as he leant down and pressed his lips to yours in a long awaited kiss. The passion was something you’d never change about the two of you and it was something you’d never lose. You loved him and he adored you. As much as he had hated that day, he wouldn’t change it for the world.
Sorry its kind of rushed but I waned to get something out before I do my school work. I love you guys but requests are closed so I wont be doing any that are sent to me for a while x