Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader Rating: M Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU
Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.
A/N: :D Look, I did a thing! Thank you all for waiting patiently~ I’m literally posting this right before I leave for work, I was rushing to proof read it lol. Hopefully I didn’t miss too many mistakes :p
Black fabric mask secured over the lower half of his face,
Jungkook waits tensely in a coffee shop half a block from his family’s
penthouse. Its 2 minutes before noon, and his leg bounces nervously under the
table, his coffee already gone cold.
Managing to get a whole of 3 hours of sleep the night prior,
still too bothered with the thought of you potentially being in trouble to be
able to get some shut eye, Jungkook had slipped out of the house early that
morning, requesting his regular chauffeur to take him to campus a tad sooner
than usual. The driver had complied, toting him half way across the city to the
usual spot where Jungkook was dropped off and picked up. Jungkook then left as
usual, walking towards his building, but this time he had no plan on going to
class. As soon as the Jeon heir was far enough from the car which had dropped
him off, he ducked into a building and watched through the old, clouded windows
for the car to leave. It took a few seconds, his driver likely confused as to
why Jungkook was going into that building when he usually didn’t, but luckily a
car wanting to get by honked in slight anger, and the chauffer immediately
placed the car in drive and coasted away as if nothing had happened.
Sighing thankfully to the impatient college driver who had
honked, Jungkook waits in the building for a few long minutes. He wants to be
perfectly sure that his car won’t circle back around to look for him, and when
5 minutes pass and there’s no sign of his chauffeur, Jungkook determines that
Nodding to himself, determination for what he now has to do
settling in his gut, Jungkook shrugs his book bag off his shoulder, unzipping
the main pouch. Today his normal folders and notebooks are nowhere to be found,
replaced by a spare coat, hat, and a mask. Jungkook knows that his father has
men stationed all over the city—maybe not on the lookout for him, since as far
as they know nothing out of the ordinary is going on—but Jungkook won’t risk
anything. It seems to him that his father is currently scheming with Taehyung
against Namjoon, judging by the small amount of their conversation he had
overheard last night, but Jungkook needs Namjoon by his side. He needs
Namjoon’s friendship because right now Namjoon holds all the information
Jungkook wants to know about you. And…more so…Namjoon truly isn’t too bad of a
guy, in Jungkook’s eyes—better than his father, at least—and Jungkook doesn’t
feel well knowing that his family is possibly working to…hurt Namjoon in some
So, changing his jacket, hiding his face behind a plain back
mask, and tucking his hair beneath a dark blue hat, Jungkook had left the
building he’d taken refuge in, walking back into the city. He didn’t want to
risk a taxi or a bus, so he had braved the chilling winds and had walked the crowded
streets of Seoul. After nearly 40 minutes he finally arrived at the café
Namjoon had requested he wait at—the brief text containing the location
arriving at just shy of 5am that morning.
And now here he is, Jeon Jungkook, eyes boring into the watch
on his wrist, the second hand ticking past the 12 mark, officially meaning that
it was noon. His leg continued to bounce with nervous energy, hand reaching
into his pocket to check his cellphone, and as soon as the device is in his
hand, it buzzes, a new text message lighting up the screen.
I’m stopped behind a
bus at the light outside the coffee shop. Come now.
Reading the words with unsteady concentration, Jungkook
quickly stands, bumping into the table as he reaches for his backpack and heads
outside. Not bothering to correctly zip up his coat, the cold air immediately
soaking into his skin, Jungkook glances both ways down the congested street,
breaking into a jog when he spots the bus a little ways up the sidewalk, a
black car with tinted windows momentarily stalled behind it.
As he approaches the car, his feet suddenly falter as he
realizes that he’s currently putting himself in danger. He has no clue what’s
going on right now—who he can trust and who might be hiding in the city ready
to hurt him. As a Jeon he had been targeted before. Once or twice, but nothing
serious. A kidnapping attempt here or there by people desperate to use him as
ransom in return for monetary repayment from his father, but all attempts had
been thwarted by family men—faint screams ringing in Jungkook’s ears, but he
hadn’t put all the pieces together until he’d gotten a bit older.
Yet, despite the danger, Jungkook regains his stride,
especially when the light in front of the bus turns green, the tinted car
honking urgently. He can’t stall for much longer, and Jungkook rushes forward,
pulling open the passenger door, grateful to see Namjoon occupying the driver
“Christ kid, hurry it up,” Namjoon sighs as he steps on the
gas, following behind the bus. Jungkook rolls his eyes, dropping his bag on the
floor between his feet.
“You could have actually stopped somewhere to wait.”
“I could have, but everything feels risky nowadays,” Namjoon
mumbles, eyes casting to the side. Jungkook can immediately tell how tired the
older male is, dark bags hanging under his eyes, unkempt facial hair prickling
his chin and upper lip.
“Hyung…,” Jungkook says, voice sympathetic yet serious. His
eyes harden, heart steeling as he shifts to face Namjoon. “What’s going on?
Please, you need to tell me…”
“The other day–,” Namjoon starts after a moment of
hesitation, knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. “Y/N came over. I
was trying to make things right after
everything that had been happening. It went well, really well…,” he says with
fondness, his defenses momentarily dropping, but as he continues recounting
what had occurred Jungkook sees his body curl in on itself, anger staining his
“I got a call that morning from a client. Left Y/N to sleep
because I figured I’d be right back…I asked Yoongi to check on her. He…,”
Namjoon takes a moment to calm himself, throat tight, adam’s apple bobbing. “He
got there and saw Y/N in Jimin’s car. Jimin somehow got into my apartment and
took her. Yoongi gave chase, but…”
Stopped at another red light, Namjoon slams his fist on the
dashboard, and Jungkook winces, heart sinking into his stomach.
“She’s gone?” the younger whispers, hands laying stiffly in
his lap. Namjoon bites his lip, trying his best not to give into all the dark
thoughts lurking in his mind.
“She is—but I’ve got people looking for her. We’re going to
get her back, Kookie–,” reaching over, Namjoon places his hand on Jungkook’s
knee and the younger startles, immediately batting Namjoon’s hand away, his
eyes filled with rage. However, when Jungkook sees the hurt and pain on
Namjoon’s face, that spark of anger dies, and he hunches over, pressing his
palms to his face.
“I know this isn’t your fault, hyung…I’m sorry. I just—”
“You can blame me if it makes it easier,” Namjoon responds, dead
eyes tracking the road. Jungkook shakes his head, taking a deep breath as he
pushes any potential tears back into their sockets.
“I won’t blame you. I can tell that you’ve changed, Namjoon
hyung. You care for Y/N, and I can tell this isn’t easy for you, so I’m sorry I
reacted like that, I just…she’s my friend, you know?” Jungkook says quietly,
loosely hugging his arms to his chest. “I don’t have many, and none else like
her, considering father’s—”
“Right, your father,” Namjoon interrupts, suddenly remembering
the reason he’d had to call Jungkook out in public to meet like this.
Jungkook’s eyes widen as well, and the two males stare at each other,
“Right, right—my dad!” Jungkook recalls, eyes searching his
lap as he tries to remember everything he had overheard the night before. “I—last
night a guy named V showed up at our door. He told me to call him—”
“Taehyung,” Namjoon growls, swerving into a small parking
lot and shifting the car into P. He can’t trust himself to continue driving
calmly when he’s got all this shit on his mind—and Taehyung is not helping. Especially after he’d
touched you…and now he’s apparently making ties with Jungkook’s father, which
“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, biting his bottom lip with his teeth,
his eyebrows furrowing. Last night he hadn’t been able to recall where he’d
heard the name before, but pairing it with Namjoon’s reaction…
“Is that they guy who hurt Y/N? At the club?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon sighs, fingers coasting through his messy
hair. Jungkook scowls.
“Right…now that I think about it, it makes sense. The guy
was such a goddamn flirt—even with me—”
“Taehyung is very…open,” Namjoon says cautiously, and then
shakes his head, getting back to the situation at hand. “What did he say to
“I went looking around last night because one of our maids
broke a glass, and on my way back to my room I overheard my father and Taehyung
talking. They…said something about…,” he furrows his eyebrows, trying to recall
the faint words he’d managed to pick up on. “They mentioned a girl, your name,
bait, and a ball next week. They–! They said something about another man, and
how my father was glad he had trusted Taehyung’s friend, Jimin…”
Namjoon groans, palms dragging down his face. “Fuck–! I forgot that Taehyung and Jimin are friends, those little
“…the person who took Y/N from your apartment—you…said his
name was Jimin, right?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon grits, palms pressing into his straining
eyes. “Yeah, it was Jimin. And if Taehyung got Jimin to do his dirty work and
kidnap Y/N, and Taehyung is suddenly your dad’s best friend, then…”
The car falls silent, and Jungkook and Namjoon’s eyes meet.
If Taehyung and Jungkook’s father are working together
against Namjoon, then—
Jungkook sees the flash of distrust that momentarily passes
through Namjoon’s eyes, and while Namjoon and Jungkook have never truly been
friends, the younger’s heart aches.
“Hyung—Namjoon hyung I promise I’m not against you, please,”
Jungkook says, leaning over to rest his hand on Namjoon’s thigh. He can feel
Namjoon’s muscles stiffen beneath him, but his face gives away nothing.
Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: just some good ol’ fluff
A/N: gonna put some pictures in here, hope ya don’t mind :)
“What did you get Nat?”
“These earrings she’s been dying to have.” You say. “I got them a while back for her. They’re in my bag at home.”
Bucky sighed. “What do I get her? She’s so picky.”
“I dunno. Something she likes?”
“That’s the problem; I don’t know what she likes.” He lets out a groan. “Fuck it, I’m just gonna get her a cheap ass necklace.”
You shake your head, following him to the jewelry section.
“Which one should I get… hmm…” he scanned the necklaces. “Should I get her an elephant one or the one with the letter ‘N’ on it?” before you could share your thoughts he hummed. “I’m gonna get the one with the ‘N’ on it. Maybe she’ll think it’s meaningful or something.”
You laugh and look down at your list of names while Bucky tosses the necklace into his cart.
“Hey, what’d you get Sam?” you ask, looking up at your friend.
He grinned. “Shampoo and conditioner.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Yeah I did.” He reaches into his cart and shows the bottles to you. “Sam always complains about how we don’t have any ‘manly’ shampoo and conditioner in our apartment so I got him some.”
You snort. “You don’t have any manly shampoo and conditioner?”
“Nope. Steve and I use the one you use. You know, the one that smells really good?”
“Oh my god why.”
Bucky shrugs. “We like how it smells. Plus the ladies like how it smells too.”
You playfully roll your eyes and start walking away.
“What’d you get him?” Bucky questioned, coming up next to you.
“Ima get it right now.”
“Well what is it?”
Bucky looks at his list as well before biting his bottom lip. “Alright well you go get that and I’m gonna get Peggy, Wanda, Tony, Clint and Vision’s gifts.”
“What’re you gonna get Vis?”
“Eh, I dunno. I heard he likes to paint so maybe I’ll get him some paints.” He shrugged.
“Ooo! We can go to Michaels for that and I can get him some canvases there!” you exclaim.
“Alright. Where are you gonna be so I can find you when I’m done?” he asked.
“Probably where the picture frames are.”
Bucky nods and with a salute he turns and walks in the opposite direction. You continue your way until you reach the photo printer and you smiled as you turned on your Bluetooth.
Bucky had just got done getting Clint’s gift and stretched before heading over to the picture frames where you said you’d be. He casually walked through the store in search for the isle which held the picture frames and smiled when he found it and you who was looking at some of them.
“Hey.” Bucky greeted.
“Hey.” You acknowledge him.
“So what’d you get Sam?”
“It’s in that little envelope thing.” You nod over to your cart and Bucky strolls over to it. He picks up the envelope and pulls out the pictures that were in it.
Bucky chuckled. “Aww this is the one I took.” he goes through the other two and his eyebrows knit together before looking up at you. “Y/N, you do know these three pictures are the same, right?”
You grab a picture frame and put it in your cart before smiling. “I know. One’s for Sam, one’s for Tony and one’s for Clint.”
“You’re a horrible gift-giver.” Bucky laughed as he put away the pictures. “Getting a picture of me is the best gift of all.” You tell him. “You gotta admit, I’m pretty cute.”
The brunette smiled. “You are pretty cute, huh?”
That wasn’t the response you thought he’d give you. You were thinking more along the lines of “you’re sadly mistaken” or “actually I’m pretty cute, not you”. Taken aback you stare at him, not knowing what to say or how to continue that conversation. Bucky stares at you as well, a shy smile on his face like he realized what he had just said. The tall man looks away and you clear your throat.
“Alright so I’m pretty much done here. I ran and got Bruce some science-y looking shirt now all I need is Steve and Vision.” You change the subject. “What about Wanda and Peggy?”
“I got Wanda a gift card to Forever 21 yesterday when we went shopping and when we get home I have to order Peggy’s.” you respond.
“What’re you getting her?”
“The Anastasia Beverly Hills Modern Renaissance palette. She’s been dying for it.”
Bucky made a face. “The who?”
You roll your eyes. “It’s makeup.”
“Oh.” He scoffed. “You should’ve just said that to begin with.”
You chuckle and shake your head before nodding over to his cart. “What’d you get?”
Bucky grinned. “Well I got Wanda a pretty headband and I got Peggy red lipstick because she always wears red lipstick – oh! I got Tony a telescope but a cheap one and I got Clint a bow and arrow from the toy section.”
“You really don’t like spending money on your friends, huh Bucky?” you giggle, picking up the toy bow and arrow and examining it.
“What? I do. I’m just low on cash.”
“What’d you spend it on? Unnecessary things?”
Bucky puts his hands on his hips. “It’s none of your business.”
“Whatever, cheapskate. Let’s go and pay so we can go to Michaels and get Vis his things.”
After getting Vision his gifts you and Bucky went to Best Buy to get Steve his gift. Bucky was shocked when he saw you pick up a box with a record player on it.
“You didn’t.” he gasped as you turned to face him.
“I did.” You smiled.
After paying for it you both head home and carry everything up to your room. The two of you set everything in the corner before falling onto your bed.
“I still can’t believe you actually got him a record player.” Bucky breathed, turning to you.
“He’s been wanting one and I know he collects records so why not?” you shrug, turning Bucky’s way.
“I feel like a shitty friend now. I’ve known the punk basically my whole life and all I got him was socks.” He frowned.
“That’s what happens when you’re a cheapskate.” You murmur.
You laugh and Bucky breaks out in a smile. The two of you continue to look at each other, much similar to earlier in the store but it wasn’t long until Bucky broke the staring and silence.
“So, what’d you get me?”
You scoff. “I’m not telling you.”
“Why not?” he pouted.
“Because it’s a surprise.”
“But I wanna know now.”
“Fine. Tell me what you got me and then I’ll tell you.”
“Then I’m not telling you.” You shrug.
“Whatever, we’re staying here together so I’ll figure out what it is eventually.” He replied.
“I doubt it.” Bucky hummed and stared at you, looking from your eyes to your nose then down to your lips where his gaze lingered longer. You shift and lay your head on your bed, causing a strand of hair to fall in your face but before you could move it, Bucky reached up and tucked it behind your ear. You inhaled sharply, his eyes piercing you and you tried to look away but you couldn’t.
His fingers slid down until they were on your cheek and his thumb caressed the skin under it. His eyes went back to your lips and he bit his own before slowly leaning in. You exhale slowly, watching him get closer and closer, your lips nearly touching and they would have if you hadn’t gasped and sat up.
“I uh… I have to go order the makeup for Peggy!” you exclaim, jumping up from the bed.
“Y/N.” he spoke softly, sitting up but you brushed him aside.
“The laptop’s downstairs and I’ll probably be down there until dinner’s ready so I’ll come get you when it’s done.” And awkward pause sets in and you grab your phone and rush to the door. “Alright, bye.”
And with that, you leave your room.
Bucky stares at the door before laying back down and letting out a much needed sigh.
A/N: oh man, oh man, oh man. Hope ya liked this part, tell me what ya think! And as always, I’ll edit when I wake up!
character pairing: tom holland’s peter parker x reader
warnings: kinda sad kina cute lol
prompt: friends don’t let friends do stupid shit alone. (taken from this prompt list)
notes: i rly lov this goofy man kfjvnsjf idk what this is but enjoy i guess lmaonlfvjajenfv (i also have zero clue where the gif came from bUt)
friends don’t let friends do stupid shit alone.
“i’m going to germany.“
you snort from your place curled up on peter’s bed, not bothering to look up from the book you were reading. “while you’re there, try some schnitzel for me, yeah?” peter blinked, confusion clouding his features before he rolled his eyes, realizing you thought he was joking. he took a seat on the bed next to you, leaning back so that his head was resting on your stomach. he looked at his cieling.
“i’m not- i’m not kidding,” you peeked at him over your book, eyes narrowing. “you remember that day tony stark was here? he asked me if i wanted to go to germany with him.” you carefully put down your book, not looking at him.
“for what? an internship?” you questioned, and peter winced when he detected the ice in your voice. “why’s he taking you to germany, peter."peter closed his eyes briefly, turning on his side as you adjusted yourself to sit up a little, looking down at him with a blank expression.
"he wants me to fight,” peter exhaled, not meeting your eyes. he felt you stiffen. “against captain america. it’s all going to- it’s all going to shit, Y/N. he needs me.”
“peter,” your voice was an octave higher than you wanted it to be. “peter, you can’t.” he sat up then, grabbing both your hands and leaning dangerously close to you. this wasn’t surprising to you; you knew more than anybody about peter’s lack of perception of personal space.
he could sense the panic rolling off of you like waves, hands squeezing his ridiculously hard. he didn’t show any signs of pain, only looking into your eyes with a type of intensity that made you feel like crying.
all you could imagine was peter lying dead on the concrete, his mask lying several feet away from him, torn and shredded to reveal his beaten and bloody face, eyes wide.
“they need me,” he breathed, eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting yours again. “they need me.” he repeated.
“i need you,” you exhaled, resting your forehead against his. it was getting ridiculously intimate between you two, and your heart couldn’t help but do somersaults in your chest. “what about me, peter? i need you.” he shut his eyes, and you could feel his forehead crinkle against yours.
“i don’t know what to do,” he whispered, nose slotting with yours. your breath caught in your throat, his lips millimetres away from brushing against yours. “tell me, Y/N. tell me and i’ll listen to you. tell me i can’t go, and i won’t go.”
and then you pulled back, taking your hands with you. “i can’t do that, peter,” you leaned against the headboard, pulling your knees up to your chest. “i’m not your mom, i’m not your aunt, i’m not your-” you broke off at his sudden intake of breath. “i’m not your girlfriend, peter.” i wish i was.
your lips parted, and you could feel your face heating up. you stood up quickly, snatching your sweater off the desk-chair and making a beeline for the door without meeting peter’s eye. you couldn’t do this, not now. you’d always thought of confronting your feelings for peter head on, but this was too sudden. dear god, you couldn’t do this.
and then there was a hand on your waist, spinning you around and lightly pressing you up against the wall. you looked up to see peter’s face inches away from your own. he hesitated a minute. “i’m not gonna take that back, in case you were wondering.” you found yourself unconsciously leaning closer towards peter, lips a breath away from his. you felt one of his hands find yours, and you didn’t hesitate to interlock your fingers, squeezing his hand tight.
“peter,” you exhaled in a needy whisper, hands making their way to his hips, pulling his body closer to yours. closeness with peter was no stranger to you. “this is gonna make leaving so much harder.” he was close enough that you could feel his heart hammering through his t-shirt.
“i know,” he said quietly, leaning down at the same time you leaned up, pressing your lips together in a way that had you fisting your hands in his t-shirt, definitely wrinkling the fresh-pressed material. but fuck, you had wanted this for so long, and everything was so perfect, until-
you pulled away from him, letting your head fall back and hit the wall. peter’s lips fell from yours, and you stayed completely silent as he breathed heavily, seemingly in disbelief.
“you’re leaving for germany soon,” you whispered, and went to meet peter’s eyes with a sad smile. “i should leave now.” peter stayed quiet, letting you slip out of his hands with a kiss to his cheek.
“please don’t go.”
you turned back to face peter just before you left his room, bracing your hand on his door frame, right where the white paint was chipped and peeling. you dug your fingernails into the soft wood, calculating the chances of you actually walking out of his apartment that night, if his puppy-dog eyes and heart-breaking expression had anything to say about it. your walk towards him was slow, but when your arms wound around his waist, your hug was tight.
“yeah, Y/N?” you buried your face into his shoulder, hiding your smile before pulling away and taking his hands, drawing him to his bed. the back of your knees hit the mattress, and you fell backwards, pulling peter down so he was laying next to you.
you turned onto your side to face peter, propping your head onto your hand. “i hope you own a fairly large suitcase.” he looked up at you, confusion etched into his features.
“and why is that?” he asked, still not catching on.
“well, cause i don’t have any suitcases, and i’m gonna need to put my clothes somewhere when we get on that plane to germany.” you rolled onto your back with a grin when peter sat up immediately, staring down at you with wide eyes.
"oh come on, peter. you know better than anyone; friends don’t let friends do stupid shit alone.”
oh man… have soo much things to say to you.. but first.. thank you, seriously. I still confused, why someone so nice like you can be chatting with me. We started talking when I was depressed af, you made me change in some stange way, I’m bad at explaining… idk man,, I really feel happy. Your happiness is good 4 all.. and I really feel bad when you’re sad… but i suck at giving advice?? Just…….. aaAA,,, ily, you deserve being happy all ur life
lots of rambling about Blue Diamond: has she changed at all?
Man I like Blue Diamond in THEORY, in CONCEPT, a cruel, ruthless, powerful dictator, with no sympathy for her own subjects, who was brought to her knees by the loss of someone she loved. Helpless against her grief. Mourning for countless human lifetimes. The fact that it was the loss of, what seems to be, a romantic interest adds a bit of irony when you remember The Answer…
But I feel like they haven’t handled it as well as I’d like? Ideally we would get a glimpse into Blue’s feelings, a private moment here and there (which they seem to be GOING for, but it’s hard to explain why it fell flat for me) but largely, we still see her not through HER OWN eyes, from a very human POV, but we see her THROUGH THE EYES OF HER SUBJECTS. It was a mistake to introduce Blue’s grief the way they did, I think.
If I could change it, although this might not be for the best, we could have had that scene with Greg (I’m just… biased, I love Greg) but maybe leave her a bit more stand-offish and quiet, not so quick to smile at him and accept his words, because to her humans are literally just pets… Yes, she’s surprised a human understands her feelings, but the tone here doesn’t seem to convey just how wild the difference would be to her, or to Greg. We’ve seen him deal with being dehumanized by a gem, when Rose didn’t quite understand human feelings, we know he could be patient and offer her some kind words even if she was a bit more aloof. I think that could have preserved the mystery.
Next step, don’t show her for the rest of the whole Human Zoo/Save Greg arc. Keep her at arms length. She’s there, she’s a threat, she MIGHT show up, but DONT let her. Or at least, use her a bit more sparingly. Cut out What’s The Use In Feeling Blue altogether, although I do think that could become more interesting/relevant later (IF yellow did shatter pink, then this could be her trying to manipulate blue by using her grief, and showing some guilt and/or frustration)
Because it’s important overall, you can leave Sapphire speaking to Blue directly, but maybe play up her fear a bit more. It would be REALLY HARD, I imagine, to play it cool in front of “her diamond” after ALL OF THAT. It doesn’t have to be anything mayor.
In terms of art direction, I think it would be better if we didn’t get TOO MANY close-ups of Blue’s face. Keep our distance. Don’t throw her pretty, crying face in our…erm, our faces. It would be so much more mysterious, so much more larger than life and curious and powerful, if we say her head in the distant shadows, her posture upright, her hands three times the size of Sapphire. Maybe send a tear sliding off her cheek and towards the ground.
Speaking of the tears, use them more sparingly. Show her holding back once in a while, trying to retain her dignity, and please. I wish she wasn’t this pretty when she cries. NOBODY just sits there with a perfectly composed face as tears run out of their eyes in a fucking typhoon of depression. If they wanted to humanize her via crying, don’t make it so otherworldly. If they wanted to other her with her still, emotionless face as she cries, then play that up.
Just make it clear. Draw a line in the sand. Is she a dictator or is she a very large princess locked in a tower, unable to change a system she already put in order? WHAT was she doing for what, 6,000 years? was she just crying? Did she never Do Anything? If Yellow was running the world while she sat around sobbing, then ESTABLISH that, please!
Because it becomes kind of… muddled? It seems like she’s been an ineffective leader, but a LEADER to whatever extent. If she hasn’t been doing anything, why doesn’t she do something? If she’s just as much a tyrant as Yellow, as much as she’s always been, why do I CARE if she’s sad?
BLUE DIAMOND’S GRIEF HAS TO FURTHER EFFECT HER CHARACTER, IE WHO SHE IS AS A LEADER, OR ELSE IT MAKES HER THE SAME SINGLE-MINDED, SHALLOW, OPPRESSIVE LEADER SHE WAS 6,000 YEARS AGO. HAS SHE CHANGED AT ALL OR NOT? IF SHE’S THE SAME BUT NOW SHE CRIES, WHY DO I CARE? How can I get invested in a totally static character?
It feels like the loss of Pink is meant to have rocked her to her core, destroyed her life, sent her into a centuries long depression… But it doesn’t feel like it actually DID what it was MEANT to do. Because we DONT KNOW enough about what Blue was like before or what she’s like now, or ESPECIALLY how she effects the world she’s ruling. Full of people we’re supposed to CARE about, like the off-colors, like every gem we’ve ever known at some point.
Rip i wanted to look at ur newest update for transfixed but it's blocked by tumblrs stupid "safety" feature, i wanted to let u know cuz im sure they mislabeled ur post
I haven’t replied to an ask separately in a while but I’m just… so annoyed. I…. why
what did I do?????????
oh my god idk what to even do about that. hnnn I’m really sorry about that. Idk why… tumblr would get my post?? I keep transfixed as pg as I can… I didn’t even rant in tags and stuff… man… what?? Is it because I asked for readers to see if my other posts have this… restriction, on them??
Sorry about this, I’ll try to get this resolved asap but… sorry if this is ruining anyone else’s reading experience…
Keith: I didn’t say anything
Keith: what do you wa-
Keith: wHAT DO YOU WANNA DO-
Lance: I’m not allowed to talk to you.
Keith: why am I friends with yo-
Keith: OH MY GOD
The Great Misérables Bake Off, Pt. 1 (2500 Follower Giveaway Fic #4)
Both @unpeubrillante and @ihopeintangoyouhavemoreluck requested Great British Bake Off AUs, so I hope neither minds that I am combining their requests into a two-part fic, with part 2 coming tomorrow. unpeubrillante requested E/R and Marius being Marius, while ihopeintangoyouhavemoreluck wanted some Combeferre/Courfeyrac fluff, so I’ve done my best to incorporate both.
I absolutely LOVE the Great British Bake Off (like it literally sustained me through the last few weeks of campaigning), so the best way that I could think to write a GBBO AU was to write it as a transcript of the show. As such, I’ve done my best to honor the spirit of the show, even if it sacrifices my usual flowery descriptions.
Great British Bake Off AU, developing E/R, developing Combeferre/Courfeyrac, developing Marius/Cosette. Fluff. And loads of crack (the fic kind. Not the drug kind).
The following is a transcript of the unaired fourth episode of Season 3 of The Great Miserables Bake Off. As readers may know, Season 3 was cancelled following the fifth episode when it was revealed that both a host and a judge had become romantically involved with two contestants behind the scenes and when a third contestant tried to arrest the other judge. This transcript, broken into two parts, has been provided for legal purposes pending multiple lawsuits against the studio, contestants, judges and, in one unfortunate incident, the cameraman.
The show’s editors regret to inform readers that only the final cut of the episode is available. Unedited material has been mysteriously misplaced. However, we believe that the edited material shows a clear sense of what transpired leading up to the events of the 5th episode, which can be viewed in their entirety in the previously provided footage.
[CAMERA: Opens on typical overcast British summer day. COURFEYRAC and ÉPONINE are sitting under a tree. ÉPONINE’S arms are crossed and she looks downcast.]
COURFEYRAC: I have a joke to cheer you up. Why are our bakers going to be in a panic today?
ÉPONINE: [without enthusiasm] Why?
COURFEYRAC: Because they’re going to be in a loaf or death situation!
I really like how Steven’s associated color is pink, I mean.. how many male main characters do you ever see in western cartoons really associated with pink??
none that I can really think of. :v
Anyway though, this little piece was like a destresser/coloring experiment sorta thing. I’ve been trying to do… Something with colors.. I guess just kind of improve on my coloring skills, but I honestly am not sure what to improve on. :s