reasons to come early

REASONS TO COME EARLY: Japanese Breakfast

Japanese Breakfast’s 2016 album, Psychopomp, is probably one of my favorite albums of last year. Filled with an eclectic range of sounds from shoegaze, psychedelic rock, to pop, Michelle Zauner fills in her album with accounts of pain and beauty through incredible music. Honestly, I went to a Porches show last year to see Japanese Breakfast open, and man, I must say, that was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Enthusiastic energy carried the show with lots and lots of jumping and a lovely surprise cover of “Dreams” by The Cranberries! As a shoegaze fan, I cannot express more excitement for the duo of this amazing band and of course, Slowdive. If you’re even remotely on the fence about attending this show, I hope this is enough of an encouragement: think of it is as a two-in-one experience!

-Maddie Budreau

Get tickets here for Slowdive with Japanese Breakfast at 9:30 Club on May 7.

Break-Up Novella.



It’s quite a short part… I’m sorry! I just lost all inspiration for this one, I think. Harry’s hit with the vicious green-eyed monster in this part to the Break-Up Novella. But, he deserves to suffer, don’t you think? One step closer to them getting back together though, I can assure you. 

I can’t promise you that part four will be any better but part 5 will be so jam-packed of a whole load of things and emotions.

Thank you SO much for the feedback on the last two parts to this little novella/story. I’m stunned that Part One is getting close to 500 notes That’s insane. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much for that. I really do. I think that is the most amount of notes I’ve ever received on a story; and for it to happen on one that I was a little weary on? It just makes me feel even better about it.

As always, feedback would be incredible! You guys know how much I appreciate that.

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anonymous asked:

Saiii-chan... What do you think if Kacchan and Todoroki have a relationship(romance or friendship)? And how do you describe it??? :3 Love u, mom of 1-A class!

(okay so i must apologize b/c this is more a meta about Bakugou and Todoroki’s relationship overall instead of what you asked, even tho you said you were fine with that earlier. sorry about that!!!)

i can’t see it as a romantic relationship, personally

i think Bakugou is still angry at Todoroki for giving up during their fight at the sports festival. at the very least, he still holds a bit of a grudge over it. Bakugou doesn’t take anyone implying that he’s weak lightly, and Todoroki refusing to use his fire powers during their fight, after he used them against IZUKU, implies a lot for Bakugou:

1. that Bakugou is less impressive than Izuku. this is a very big sore spot for Bakugou, beccause he has a lot of personal issues that stem from his fear of Izuku actually having the potential to surpass him, and it’s the reason he began bullying Izuku in the first place.


2. That Todoroki doesn’t see Bakugou as worthy to use his flames against. which, again, is a sore spot. this implies that Bakugou isn’t strong enough or is too weak to have the honor to fight against Todoroki’s fire.

“Am I not strong enough for ya?”

3. Todoroki wasn’t even trying in their fight because he didn’t see Bakugou as worth fighting.

of course, the reason why Todoroki didn’t use his fire was because he was going through a lot of emotional issues, and Bakugou was at least somewhat aware of this. 

he did overhear Izuku and Todoroki’s discussion about Endeavor and what he did to Todoroki and his mom.

the bottom panels show up immediately after Todoroki’s.

how long Bakugou was listening in and how much he actually heard is up for debate, but we do know that he did overhear about Todorki’s home life and his declaration against Endeavor and his resolve not to use his flames.

however, Bakugou has a massive inferiority complex, particularly in reference to Izuku, and the fact that Todoroki was able to use his fire against Izuku is what really bothers Bakugou. Todoroki isn’t even trying to win during their fight. 

he isn’t even bothering.

look at how upset Bakugou is here. he looks like he’s about to break down in tears.

that’s how important this was to Bakugou. he’s literally about to cry because of this. and one of the reasons this fight was so important for Bakugou comes from early on in the series.

(the second image is a pic i took from my phone of the official translation)


immediately after Bakugou lost to Izuku during the Heroes vs. Villains exam, after Momo explained exactly how Bakugou fucked up for the entire class to hear, Todoroki comes and finishes the exam within minutes.

he barely had to do anything and he fucking won without breaking a sweat. in other words: he completely showed up Bakugou after Bakugou lost control, got angry and totally fucked up.

it was the first time Bakugou realized that there are people out there that are stronger than him. that there are people that he might not be able to beat. it was the first time Bakugou realized that he might not be the best, and he was faced with the fact that he might not be able to hold a candle to Todoroki.

so for Bakugou, their fight at the sports festival was very, very personal for him. 


hell, even for a moment, Bakugou actually agreed with Izuku when he cheered Todoroki on to fight his all against Bakugou.

but Todoroki was distracted; with his home life, with Endeavor, and worse (in Bakugou’s point of view), with Izuku.

it’s just moments before their fight, and Todoroki doesn’t even acknowledge Bakugou when he accidentally barges into the wrong room. 

no, instead of acknowledging Bakugou, Todoroki immediately starts talking about Izuku.

Izuku, Izuku, Izuku, Izuku.

of course this pisses Bakugou off. this is HIS FIGHT and Deku is already fucking with it and he’s NOT EVEN THERE

i do think that Bakugou was trying to help Todoroki in his own way. he was trying to get Todoroki to understand that his fire is just a biological function of his body. it’s his own power, no one else’s.

there’s a reason why Horikoshi specifically had Bakugou say these lines, especially during Izuku and Todoroki’s fight.

however, i think the reason why Bakugou did this was mostly to get Todoroki to overcome his hesitance because he wanted to fight Todoroki at his full power. think of it as Bakugou saying “Get the fuck over yourself and fight me at your full potential so I can prove myself.” 

(tho a bit of it may be because Bakugou does care, just a bit. the stricken expression he has after Todoroki explains his personal history is very telling, and it tells the audience that it did affect Bakugou somewhat. 

“And since I don’t give a shit, feel free to use that fucking flame side on me…!”

he very specifically denies caring about Todoroki’s personal history, tho he may have just done so to rile Todoroki up to get him in the mood for a fight. but also because he really just wants to fight against Todoroki’s flames)

he knows why Todoroki doesn’t use his fire. but he still used his fire against Izuku. and Bakugou wants part of that, he wants to fight Todoroki on equal ground and prove that he’s the best.

Bakugou wants so badly to test himself against Todoroki because of what happened during and after the Heroes vs. Villains exam. he wants to prove himself against Todoroki, to prove that he can beat this kid that he once thought he couldn’t. he wants to have a fair fight against Todoroki and fucking WIN without any of Deku’s bullshit getting in the way, and yet it’s already interfering before the fight even starts.

that’s why Bakugou was so angry that Todoroki wasn’t taking this fight seriously. that’s why he was about to fucking cry at the end of it, when he won. because he didn’t win due to his own strength, he didn’t prove himself in any way, he only won because his opponent refused to go all out against him, and that’s a huge slap in the face for Bakugou.

there isn’t any point in winning a fight where your opponent doesn’t even try to fight against you. and Bakugou hates being underestimated and taken lightly.

and again, this was a huge personal insult against Bakugou in particular. he wanted to prove something to himself but Todoroki just wasn’t in the right headspace to fight back at full power. 

of course, none of this is Todoroki’s fault. he had a lot on his mind.

but for Bakugou, this is all extremely difficult for him. he continues to hold this grudge against Todoroki prior to the second exam, where he threatens/challenges both Izuku and Todoroki.

hell, he even says Todoroki’s name here, which shows how serious he is. Bakugou never says anyone’s name, unless he respects them or they got his attention. i’m fairly certain that, during this moment, it’s not out of respect; Todoroki just royally pissed Bakugou off and part of that manifested as Bakugou using Todoroki’s name to show just how angry and determined he was at this moment

tho Bakugou does seem to calm down a bit after the second exam, after he was forced to work with Izuku.

even afterwards tho, where they’re paired up during the trial of courage, Bakugou is trying to get a different partner, any other partner besides Todoroki, because he’s still pissed about what happened.

(lmao i’m fairly certain Ojirou doesn’t wanna pair with Todoroki because he got his ass royally kicked by him in the first exam)

i think that Todoroki is trying to make up for what he did to Bakugou in his own way, but doesn’t really know how. he realized that he did Bakugou a disservice during their fight, and feels bad about it. 

i believe this is why he tried so hard to rescue Bakugou when he was kidnapped by the League of Villains/AFO.

out of all the kids, he was one of the few who was 100% set on rescuing Bakugou from the start. absolutely nothing would stop him from going and rescuing Bakugou. 

now, the reason why he was so dead set on this is up for speculation. 

personally, i think part of it was Todoroki trying to make up for what he did to Bakugou during the Sports Festival by helping to rescue him. 

part of it may be because Bakugou was kidnapped from right in front of him and he couldn’t do a thing to stop it, and he feels responsible for it.

another part may be because it’s part of his ideal of what a hero should be, which is rescuing people when you know you have the ability to, regardless of the consequences (which may be a call back to the Stain incident with Iida. if he and Izuku hadn’t shown up, Iida very well could’ve died)

anyway, the point i’m trying to make here is that Todoroki holds no ill will towards Bakugou. rather, he feels bad for letting Bakugou down, and tried his damnedest to rescue him, even after Bakugou made it clear that he doesn’t like Todoroki. 

in fact, they seem to have a fairly….. amiable relationship, at least for Bakugou’s standards.

it’s mostly just…. Bakugou getting angry and shouting, and Todoroki just not really reacting to him. i’m sure Bakugou is still fairly angry about everything in regards to Todoroki, but it doesn’t seem quiet as….volitile or personal as before.

and again, Todoroki holds no ill will towards Bakugou. there are only two moments where Todoroki seems truly angry or frustrated at Bakugou, and one of them is when Bakugou brings up his home life (which. yeah), and the second is just because he’s frustrated that Bakugou wants to use his explosions in the forest in order to fight the villain, which would only cause them more problems.

i think Bakugou is slowly letting go of his grudge. very, very slowly. it was a very personal issue for him and it’s hard for him to just let that go. but after seeing All Might retire and feeling like the cause of it, and feeling all that guilt… not to mention, he now knows the story behind Izuku, All Might, and One for All, and is actually supporting Izuku (someone he hated for so long). 

his feelings are becoming somewhat healthier now that most of those issues have been discussed. not quite resolved, because stuff like that doesn’t happen over night, but it’s getting there.

now tho, he might be more willing to try and let some of those angry feelings towards Todoroki go. i doubt it’ll be anytime soon, however. Bakugou is someone who holds long grudges about this kind of stuff. but i think he is slowly letting them go.

it helps that Todoroki doesn’t really react to Bakugou’s anger at all, haha.

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Paranormal Activity

Summary: Tony wants to watch Paranormal Activity. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: My wifi is still wacky, plus my daughter is sick today, so I’ve mostly just been taking care of her.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

When Steve brought Bucky to the tower for the first time since the events of the Sokovia Accords, everything was a little awkward for a while. Everyone on Team Iron Man was a little on edge around him, after all, it was kinda his fault everything fell apart. Not intentionally of course, no one ASKS to be used as an assassin for some crazy world domination group. He was unfortunate enough to be that person, however. I am new around here, Tony heard about me after he found Peter and since he was down several members of the avengers, he hunted me down. I agreed, and slowly but surely, the original members of the Avengers have made their way back home. With a few handshakes, pats on the back and some apologies, everything seems to be going smooth. When Bucky shows up, everyone tenses up. It’s like they tread softly around him, afraid he’ll revert back into the winter soldier, I assume. I don’t want to be that way though, so I’ve done my damndest to NOT be that person.


It’s early morning, around 5AM. I’m never up this early, but for some reason, sleep just didn’t come to me easy last night, so I figured might as well get up. Padding into the kitchen, I see Cap, Birdman, and…Bucky…I don’t have a nickname for him yet. He can’t be Tinman, no because that’s Tony! They’re all in their running attire. Steve in that grey under armor shirt, and running shorts. Sam in a black long sleeve shirt and shorts. Bucky..he’s in a black tank top, showcasing his arm. I’m sure he only does that in the early morning, when no one else is around, along with black sweats.

Me? I’m in my night shirt that goes to my knees, and some shorts. I haven’t even brushed my hair yet. Sam starts laughing, like hands on his knees because he can’t support himself standing anymore.

“Oh man, (Y/N)! You look like hell!” I glare at him, flipping him the bird, no pun intended.

“Fuck off, Wilson.” Steve chokes on his water, then wipes his chin.

“Language, (L/N).” I glare at Steve now.

“Fuck off, Rogers.” Bucky chuckles, I don’t know if it’s from my attitude, or Steve’s reaction.

“What? Not gonna tell Barnes to fuck off too?” Sam pokes my side, like he’s trying to get a rise outta me.

“No, why would I? He hasn’t said anything to piss me off yet.” Sam rolls his eyes.

“How? His entire presence pisses me off.” He side smirks at Barnes. He’s just playing, kinda, but it’ll get to Bucky either way.

“Fuck off, Wilson.” Bucky has quite the mouth on him too. I could get used to hi dirty talking ways. I turn on my heel to look at Steve. He’s leaning against the counter with his head in his hands.

“What? Not gonna tell Barnes to watch his language too?” He looks up at me out of the corner of his eye, then shakes his head. Bucky comes to stand next to me, I can feel the cold from his metal arm radiating off of him.

“No, he know’s I’d kick his ass if he tried.” I laugh, the first laugh of the day, and it didn’t even sound forced.

“Whatever, jerk. Are you guys coming or not? I’ve ran by myself in the morning, I can do it again” Steve is out the door with Sam, leaving Buck behind. Bucky turns to look at me before going out the door.

“You gonna be joining us, doll?” He speaks to me while walking backwards. Is it bad I find myself wishing he’d run into something?

“Are you kidding? There’s no way, I’m still in my pajamas.” He chuckles, walking out the door. That was my first actual conversation with the ex Winter Soldier.


Ever since then I think Bucky came to the conclusion that I’m not afraid of him, and kinda follows me around like a puppy, but I’m not complaining.

It’s movie night at the Tower, we hold these every week or so, depending on missions. I usually wear my pajamas these gatherings, so I’m trying to decide if I should go long sleeves or short.

“Hey Buck, should I go short sleeve or long sleeve?” I peak my head out of my bathroom, trying to get his attention. He’s sprawled out across my bed, reading some book or something.

He sits up, running his metal hand through his hair. God this man is beautiful. I can’t help but want him so much, in every way possible.

“I don’t care doll, it’s not like we’re going anywhere, just be comfortable.” I nod, putting on my long sleeved, open back grey pajama set with black shorts, and throwing my hair into a high ponytail. When I leave the bathroom, Buck is standing by the door.

“Ready, doll?” I smile, running up to him.

“Yup! Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know what movie is playing do you?”

“Yeah, Paranormal Activity.” I freeze. Oh no. I hate paranormal movies.

He raises his eyebrow, turning around to look at me, still frozen in place.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” I sigh.

“I don’t know, I hate movies about ghosts…I hate them.” He chuckles.

“A couple weeks ago we watched Friday the 13th and you had no problems there.” He walks up to stand next to me, wrapping his metal arm around my waist, pulling me towards the theatre room.

“I know, I have no problem watching movies where there’s a physical threat, I don’t however like watching movies where you can’t see your attacker, you can’t defend yourself against it, there’s no way to protect yourself against a demon. I hate movies like that…” He chuckles, his arm still around my waist.

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll keep you safe.” I roll my eyes, thinking about saying something snarky, but I really do want him to stay by my side. What? Everyone has an irrational fear, this one just happens to be mind, don’t make fun of me!

Halfway through the movie, and I’m already a terrified mess. Knees up to my chest in the chair, face buried in the pillow perched on my knees. Bucky seems to be more interested in me, having a panic attack, than the movie.

“You alright, doll?” I jump, accidently kicking Nat’s chair, in front of me. She turns around, rubbing the back of her head.

“Didn’t realize (Y/N) was such a scaredy cat.” The blush that heats up my face, must have been a sight, so I kick the back of her seat again.

“Fuck off, Romanoff.” She laughs and rolls her eyes.

“Bucky! Tell her to fuck off in Russian for me!” He looks towards Nat, smirking,

“Отъебись.” I laugh, sticking my tongue out at her. She rolls her eyes, turning her attention back to the movie. For the next 30 minutes or so, I have the pillow up and over my eyes, peeking every once in awhile.

At the end of the movie, when the main character runs towards the camera with demon teeth happens, I shout and practically jump into Bucky’s arms. He laughs, putting his arms around me. Everyone laughs, seems I’m the only one here that doesn’t like paranormal movies.

“So, I vote to watch more ghost movies in the future.” Tony stands up, smirking in my direction.

“Shut up, Tony. I don’t think so.” He laughs, grabbing his phone and leaving the theatre room. Bucky stands up, taking me with him in his arms.

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll protect you from the demons.” I roll my eyes as he carries me to my room.


Sitting on my bed, I find myself looking around every corner. It’s 2:30 in the morning and I have all my lights on. Even the slightest sound freaks me out. Deciding I don’t want to be alone I text the only person I know for sure will be awake at this time.

“Buck? Are you awake?” He responds almost immediately.

“Yeah doll. Can’t sleep? Dreams of demons getting to you?” I roll my eyes in annoyance.

“Отъебись, Barnes. I went all the way to google translate to figure out how to say that.”

I can almost hear the laugh I know erupted from his throat.

“Mmm, alright ya got me. What can I do for you, doll?”

“I don’t want to be alone….can you come up to my room? And please don’t try to scare me…I don’t think my heart could take it.” It takes him a few minutes to respond, maybe getting dressed.

“On my way, doll.” Bucky is only down the hall, so it shouldn’t take him a couple seconds to get here. I stand up when I hear the door open, running out to greet him. When I see him, he’s in sweats and a black long sleeve shirt. He smiles at me, he looks just as tired as I’m sure I do.

“Why weren’t you asleep, Bucky?” He chuckles, coming up to me, putting his flesh arm around my waist.

“I knew you’d probably text me…I wanted to be awake when you did.” My face heats up.

“Y-You were waiting for me?” He smiles, his bloodshot eyes are soft, and gentle.

“ that weird?” I smile, running to him and jumping into his arms, pressing my lips to his. Wrapping my arms around his neck, and he puts his hands on my waist as he kisses me back, running his fingers along my waist. When I pull away, his eyes are blown wide, and he licks his lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time…” I find myself admitting to him.

“I-I’m glad you did. But, I’m so tired..” I guide him to my bed, helping him under the covers.

“As long as we can cuddle..” He chuckles, resting his head on my breast, before sleep takes him. I too follow soon, all fear of nightmares plaguing me, gone.

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Water Under the Bridge

Summary: Bucky has been distancing himself from you, but you don’t know why. Requested by anon, based on the song “Water Under the Bridge” by Adele.

Bucky x reader. ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, SOME FLUFF. Word count: 2,003.

TW: brief language, mild smut.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I didn’t want to post something I didn’t think I put my best effort into. I hope you like it!

Your name: submit What is this?

“G’morning, Buck. I made some coffee. Cream, no sugar—just how you like it,” you said as Bucky came out of your bedroom, showered and dressed but still visibly exhausted.

“Thanks, but I’m late. See you after work,” said Bucky, racing past you as he reached for his jacket. He quickly threw it on and grabbed the door handle before you stopped him.

“Umm, babe? Forgetting something?” you asked, waiting for your goodbye kiss like you got every morning.

“Right. Keys,” said Bucky, pulling his keys out of the dish by the door and leaving without another word.

“He didn’t even say goodbye,” you murmured on your way to the shower. Even on days when he was running late Bucky would always kiss you on the forehead and tell you he loved you before running out the door.

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7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 7

Here it is, Part 7. I honestly don’t know when this will finish but I’d like it come to an end soon (but not soon) just because I have a Yoongi story ready. As always, thanks for reading guys! ❤️❤️

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You were woken the next morning to Jungkook’s poking on your cheek and intense stare. Furrowing your eyebrows, you slapped his hand away and buried your head under his covers. You had almost managed to fall back into a peaceful sleep until the covers suddenly disappeared from on top of you and Jungkook grabbed your legs, dragging you out of bed.

“Rise and shine, loser. We’ve got stuff to do.”

Not appreciating the incredibly rude awakening, you kicked him with as much power as you could, striking him dead centre on his stomach. Although his stomach was relatively hard, he still fell to the floor in pain whilst you clutched your foot in agony.

“Why the hell is your stomach like a brick wall?!” He let out a cocky smile through the pain and flexed one arm.

“I work out, I wasn’t just born with these.” Bulging arm muscles was what you were greeted with. You supposed this was his attempt to impress you and demonstrate how much he had grew in the past few years.

It didn’t have that much of an effect. Or so you told yourself.

“You could at least compliment me, you know.” Standing from your seated position you began to make your way downstairs but not before sending him a mock dirty look.

“And boost your ego more than it already is? I’ll pass. What happened to the shy and awkward Jungkook I knew?”

“He’s still here. Just shy and awkward around certain people.” His smooth voice followed you downstairs and you entered his kitchen looking for something breakfast worthy.

“Jungkook, where’s your parents anyway?” Emerging from behind you, he hopped on top of the counter and grabbed an orange.

“They’re always on business trips lately. I practically live by myself.” Not seeming to be all too bothered about the topic of discussion, he peeled the orange and began eating the pieces.

“But don’t you get lonely?” Smirking, he peered into your face, making you take a step back.

“Aw, is little Y/N worried? Don’t worry I have you and hyungs to keep me company.”

Opening your mouth to reply resulted in Jungkook stuffing a piece of orange into your mouth, chuckling at your shocked expression. Slowly chewing the orange, you took one of the cereal boxes stored in the cabinet and began searching for a bowl.

“And you have your many girls.” Sliding off the counter, Jungkook pulled a bowl out of his dishwasher, handing it to you.

“You’re the only girl that matters.” Shuddering at his cliché sentence, you directed a glare at him. “That was so cringeworthy, please don’t say that again.”

“Okay, you’re the only girl that isn’t friends with me because of my status.”

That sounded way more sadder than it should have.

“What about Areum?” He shrugged his shoulders, throwing away the orange peels he had left on he counter.

“I guess Areum too. But then that takes away the importance of your role in my life!”

Flushing, you pushed the butterflies down to the pits of your stomach.

“We’re not in an RPG game, Jungkook.”

He placed a hand on your shoulder and stared at you with a seriousness you had never seen him use with you.

“Or are we?”

“You’re asking to be hit.”


When you had eaten and had changed into your now clean clothes from the dryer, Jungkook forced you to sit down and wait for him to have a shower, insisting in taking a walk with you.

Slowly but surely, Jungkook was taking up all your time and he seemed to love every moment of it.

Jungkooks soothing voice travelled through the bathroom door and you immediately recognised the lyrics to Tori Kelly’s song paper hearts. The raw emotion that was evident in his singing made goosebumps rise in your arms and you pulled your phone out, recording the beautiful singing as best as you could.

He was definitely going to be a singer one day with a voice like that. He was much more confident in himself and his abilities, had it been 7 years ago he wouldn’t have been able to look anyone in the eye whilst singing.

The sound of the shower turning off grabbed your attention and you stopped recording, patiently waiting for him to get dressed.

When he stepped out, you grabbed your bag and once again, headed downstairs. Slipping your shoes on, you watched him grab a pair of Timberland boots and begin untying the laces.

Some things never change.


You had ended up taking the long route home, Jungkook walking you all the way. He declined your invitation to come in, claiming he had to meet up with someone and bid you a farewell, shooting a wink in the process.

For the remainder of the day, you didn’t do much except from compete unfinished work and chat with Areum. When the evening arrived, you made sure to go to bed early to save yourself from distraction the next day.

Upon waking up the next morning, the faint sound of your younger sisters obnoxious singing drew you out of bed. Taking a shower, you quickly dressed into your schools uniform and headed to the kitchen. Greeting your younger sister and mother, you sat opposite S/N and checked your phone for messages.

“Your father is on another business trip for the week, Y/N.” Raising your head, you glanced at your mothers back before returning your attention to you phone screen.

“That’s not anything new.”

One message from Areum and another from Jungkook.

‘Hey Y/N don’t forget to bring your homework.’

What would you do without Areum’s concern over your school performance? She was the reason you avoided getting detentions every week.

'Y/N, come to school early. I need to be entertained.’

Rolling your eyes at Jungkook’s bluntness, you quickly typed out your reply.

'Am I a circus performer? Get Hye Mi to entertain you or something.’

“She’s smiling at her phone so she’s messaging Jungkook.” Whipping your head up to glare at S/N, you tucked your phone into your pocket and took a sip of water. “Why do you assume it’s Jungkook? I have other friends.”

An innocent smile spread on S/N’s face and she shoved a spoon of cereal into her mouth. “You have friends? That’s a surprise.”

You’d have thought that being fifteen years old would have made her somewhat mature. You thought wrong.

“The next time you want something from me, you can ask your imaginary friends. I don’t deserve this kind of disrespect from a little girl.”

She scoffed and narrowed her eyes at you, a slow smirk taking place of her smile.

“Little girl? You need t-”

She caught herself when she noticed the deathly glare your mother was sending both of you.

“You two have the mentality of 5 year olds. Can’t you just get along?”

You were thinking of a witty reply to come up with when you took notice of the time on your watch. You shot out of your seat and bounded to your front door, shoving your feet into your shoes.

“Gotta go! Bye mum, bye sis! Have a good day!”

S/N merely grinned whilst your mother shook her head, a smile present on her face.

“She’s in a hurry.”


Arriving at school, you were greeted with an empty classroom, which was weird considering the fact Jungkook had, oh so kindly, asked you to come in early. A sudden vibration from your jacket pocket alerted you that you had received a new message from Areum.


Now, Areum very rarely used capital letters in her messages and when she did she was either fangirling or scared. She definitely wasn’t fangirling.

You grew stiff with worry and dropped your bag, speed walking to the schools entrance. Upon reaching the front doors, you noticed a small crowd had gathered around and you pushed your way through. In the middle was Areum, Hye Mi and one of her lackeys.

Trying to get closer proved to be futile as you were barged back by another student. You knew it was only a matter of seconds before something kicked off and Areum would definitely not be able to stand-up for herself. It wasn’t in her nature.

“I can’t stand to look at you. You’re so pathetic that you can’t even apologise for dropping my shit! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Areum was noticeably cowering, not used to having someone insult her. She looked up at Hye Mi, tears gathering in her eyes and her lips quivered as she tried to reply.

“S-sorry…” The whisper was barely audible and Hye Mi snarled at Areum.

“I don’t speak fucking whale, speak the fuck up.” Hye Mi proceeded to shove Areum causing her to stumble back. It seemed that within the next few moments Areum gave up as she turned on her heel and made a move to leave. She was immediately stopped, however, as Hye Mi’s hand shot out, taking a fistful of hair.

At the action, your face heated with anger and you dove through the masses of gasping students who stood in your way.

“Leave Areum the fuck alone!”  Everyone’s eyes were suddenly on you and a relieved look spread on Areum’s face for about a millisecond before she winced at the harsh jerk inflicted onto her hair.

“Look who decided to show up. You must think you’re a fucking hero, Y/N.” Clenching your fists, you felt your temper grow. Hye Mi’s friend took that as her cue to take a step forward and crossed her arms, standing in your way.

“I’m going to flip if you don’t let go of Areum in the next few seconds, Hye Mi.” Her reply was a snicker, proving to you she didn’t take your words seriously.

“Really? I’d love to see that. What do you think Areum?” Contrary to popular belief, the next few seconds did not go in slow motion. They were over before you could even blink but that didn’t stop you from taking in every action that occurred.

Hye Mi had all but swung Areum by the hair with a force you didn’t think was possible and it didn’t help that she didn’t let go all the while. She just dragged her back and forth with enough power for Areum to fly around like a ragdoll before she landed on the floor, scraping her legs off the concrete.

A chorus of 'oohs’ were heard from the useless, gossiping students who stood around you like vultures and your eyes widened at the few tears that slid down Areum’s hidden face, dotting the floor.

You didn’t see red.

All you saw was Hye Mi smirking and that’s was the last straw. With near inhumane strength, you flung Hye Mi’s companion to the side, ignoring the loud shriek that escaped her. Within a few moments your fist had collided with Hye Mi’s face, something she clearly was not expecting.

You were not one to fight with slaps and now she knew.

You were no 'one punch man’ or Jungkook for a matter of fact so she wasn’t instantly knocked out, much to your displeasure. She did tumble onto the floor though, so that pretty much was a form of victory. Hye Mi sat in shock, hand holding her cheek and suddenly a teacher broke through the crowd, seemingly out of nowhere.

“What is happen- Y/N?! What- Hye Mi!? Both of you come with me right now!” It was that moment when she noticed Areum’s fragile form, still on the floor and she crouched down to help her up.

“All of you get to class! The shows over!” The crowd muttered in disappointment and soon dispersed, leaving the four of you alone. Even Hye Mi’s, so called ally had left her behind at the sight of a teacher.

Serves her right.

Minutes later you found yourself staring at your feet, listening to a lecture you never thought you’d have to hear. By the end of it, you and Hye Mi had both landed yourselves in detention for a week.

You supposed that’s what you get for fighting but you didn’t regret it one bit. As soon as she laid her hands on innocent Areum, her fate, as well as yours, was sealed. Now you just had to try and cope with her for the rest of the week.


The day passed by deathly slow, Jungkook and the boys nowhere to be seen. You were irritated to say the least. He was the one who called you to school early in the morning. Fair enough, Areum ended up being in trouble but the fact he was MIA only made your bad mood worse.

Shuffling into your classroom for your first day of detention, you noticed Hye Mi avoided looking in your direction. If anything she seemed to stiffen up at your presence.

Obviously she had underestimated you.

Sighing as you sat as far as possible from her, you trained your attention onto the window beside you. Now all that was left was to try your best to zone out for the next hour or so. The door to the classroom slid open and in stepped your Physical Ed teacher.

“These lot were caught skipping school and spray painting highly inappropriate phrases onto the side of the school building so now they’re all yours for the next week.” His words were directed at the teacher supervising your detention and she simply sighed in exasperation. Motioning for the students to come in, they entered with their heads held high and you would have been completely confused if it hadn’t turned out to be Jungkook and the boys.

When their eyes set on you, they one by one dragged themselves in your direction, sitting themselves all around you. You furrowed your eyebrows in bewilderment but were greeted with grins, well from most of them.

What the hell are they doing?


#ThankYouBones week: day 12:  1 bones cast final thank you

Well I was here thinking and this was supposed to be a text where I emotionally crack and say I’ll never get over the fact that Bones is over and never coming back to my tv screen but even though that’s how I feel it’s not only anger and sadness that describe my feelings right now. Happiness, gratitude, growth as a person and nostalgia can also show what I’m feeling right now, I know I know, happiness? Are you feeling happy your favorite show is over? No. Of course I’m not, I’ll probably stay in bed for a week before I can go to school and pretend my life is the same as before, but I’m happy that this show HAPPENED, that this show got in my life and teached me so many things. It was the only constant in my life for nearly 6 years. I was only 12 when I started watching it, and since that day I’ve never felt lonely or without a purpose in life. I mean, I have other purposes at 17, but at 12?  I had a reason to come home everyday, to live every single day, waking up early, go to school and working hard, I wanted to be like one of those characters I saw because they are my standarts, my idols, they showed me that I can be whatever I want and not feel judged by that. I’m not only grateful for the show itself, I’m greatful for everything that came with it. The friends I made. The people I know almost all over the world, I’m a better person because I know all of those people, because they understand me and teach me everyday so many things.It’s so hard for me at 17 to feel lost, but I’m a teenager so probably I’m supposed to feel like this everyday, but I know that Bones gave me a purpose for life. To live my life fully, and never settle for second best. To work hard everyday for what I want, and that there’s truly more than one kind of family. I do believe in fate, and I think mine was supposed to find this show and be obsessed by it, but also to learn how to say goodbye to the best things in life, and to know that sometimes, the best things are not lasting, but that’s the reason why they are the best. So Bones, thank you, for changing my life in the weirdest, funniest, happiest and best way possible. I really can’t wait to have children and make them watch this wonderful show, so they can grow up knowing that they can be whoever they want and never feel bad about it the way I did. Thank you to the Bones creators, the Bones writers, the Bones CAST, all the guest stars, all the crew that helped developing this amazing show, and thank you Kathy Reichs for being a true inspiration to all the young girls out there. It was truly an honour to be a part of such a great fandom and to be able to share this experience with you guys. I will never forget my Bones family and I just hope one day we get to have this huge family reunion. Goodbye Bones.

One of the principle reasons I don’t think anything can come from Rey Skywalker is because of the narrative law of raising questions in the first act. This isn’t a hard and fast rule, but it’s a grounding one. For instance, Anakin Skywalker was a known entity in ANH. Even though the writers didn’t know the exact details of his past, Luke knew that Vader had killed his father, and all the elements for the later reveal were already in place. In the first POTC, we know Will’s father is Bootstrap Bill, and his complicated feelings about being from a pirate family are already in play when he meets his father again in the second film. In both these cases, the heroes don’t know their fathers and KNOW they don’t know them. They hunger for information, even if it’s information they don’t end up liking.

Rey knows her parents. They are not a mystery to her, only to the audience. The only thing she needs to know is where they went and POSSIBLY if they were doing anything she didn’t know about (Harry and the Baudelaires: our parents were involved in some freaky scary shit! But they were definitely our parents). It’s purely the audience pulling out hidden messages about the identity of Rey’s parents, but if that were the question, we’d have raised it in the first movie. By the way, Rey, says Unkar, those people you’re waiting for were just some traveling slavers! They told me they just found you alone! Or Han says, wow, you look just like these pilots I knew in the Rebellion! Hell, you look just like my brother-in-law!

The reason this stuff needs to come up early on is because it makes for the perfect Refusal/Response to the Call motivation. Rey has a real family somewhere? Do tell! In fact, I’m so curious that I’ll leave Jakku! My parents are trying to find me? My parents were Force users? I’m a Skywalker? I don’t want to be a part of this myth, I want to keep looking for my family! see ya! (Runs off to the woods)

Writers don’t leave out the incitement for a character to ask more questions because it makes for more drama. None of the questions Rey has in the first movie lead her to suspect anything about her parentage. It would have been soooo easy to drop in a suspicion, but we get nothing.

I’m typing this on a phone but I can elaborate later. I just…

fluff friday (saturday) “stardust/enemies” {falling star} [gaasaku]


Sakura steps forward, taking her bundle of waivers and nondisclosures with her. She glances down at the seated attendant, nervously pressing the papers into his hands. He begins to flip through them and Sakura glances around, filled with nervous energy.

This is the first time she has been to Suna since becoming a ninja. She remembers, vaguely, that she came here with her parents on a business trip when she was quite young, maybe four or five. The memories are hazy, but the way the sun beats down upon her is as familiar as it is abrasive.

“Everything seems to be in order here,” the chunin says, stamping the packet. “Take this pass; it’ll be keyed to your chakra. You’ll be staying in the Konohagakure suite. The exams begin in three days’ time.”

“Thank you,” Sakura says, taking the card from him.

He eyes her before smirking. “You might want to purchase a cloak of some sort. You’re bound to be sunburned like this.”

Sakura flushes but nods in thanks before stepping away. She weaves her way through the crush of people, taking her time to examine the tough materials used to build the buildings around her. Most are made in curving angles, smoothed by the harsh weather. It is alien to her, the unforgiving sunlight, the earthy buildings, and the stinging sand, but it is not necessarily unwelcomed.

In some ways, it feels like a cleaning, a scourging of her soul.

(Secretly, Sakura is glad of it.)

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george washington and hercules mulligan poly relationship with s/o:

  • so the relationship is initially only hercules and gwash and george is very great friends with you and has been for awhile
    • but as time progresses, george notices that he is starting to get feelings for you although he still loves hercules very much so he tells him this and it makes hercules so happy when he sees george’s eyes light up when someone mentions you or when he talks about you because he hercules can confirm that george does talk a lot about you
    • and hercules is very willing to let you into the relationship because if everything george is saying about you is true, you are the most amazing person to ever grace this earth so of course you can join their relationship
    • and george is very very nervous when it comes to asking you out because yes, he has fought in wars, yes he has been in the same room as hamilton and jefferson for multiple hours but all of that is small in comparison to asking if you would like to be his partner
  • and so now that you and george are dating as well, hercules spends more time with you so he can be with george as well and he starts smiling softly whenever you two spend time together individually when george is at work and you swing by their apartment and you and hercules just end up watching a movie together and george just comes home to find you resting your head on hercules’ shoulder and you’re both asleep
    • he kisses both of his partners foreheads, careful not to wake them before falling asleep himself
    • and from then on you and hercules are just connecting as well and george notices it and he gets so excited and encourages both of you to tell each other your feelings
    • george looks so happy the days following after you confess your feelings like he is so happy at work now so jefferson and hamilton are scared of him during this time period and they kinda notice how his desk is quickly taken up by picture frames 
  • in the mornings, george is always the first to wake up and he (regrettably) leaves yours and hercules’ side and he always tries his best to make pancakes in the shape of hearts or some other breakfast food after he gets ready and showers- by this time you and hercules are already slowly rising however if you guys aren’t, he just wakes you guys up gently by kissing both of you and reminding you guys that it’s time to wake up
  • george is usually home late (if you ask him to come home early though, for any reason, he will)  from work and is usually super exhausted when he does get home so he usually passes out immediately but not before making sure you and hercules ate and that you both had good days 
    • you and hercules have to make sure that he takes care of himself as well because he thinks it’s his job to take care of you guys and he often forgets to eat dinner or eat at all some days



Future Kids 3: 01

pairing: hoseokxreader
length: 993 words
genre: fluff
summary: a series of drabbles in which all the boys have kids. 
comments: it’s a day late, but happy birthday hoseok! 

hoseok | yoongi | seokjin | namjoon

Originally posted by jengkook

“Eomma, I want to sing happy birthday to appa when he calls.” Your daughter smiles brightly coming into the room. She pulls herself up onto the bed sitting next to her little brother, her 2-year-old brother who was soundly asleep next to you. Every now and then you would run your fingers through his soft hair just to make sure he was still there.

“But baby I don’t think appa will be calling until later. You’ll be tired and grumpy in the morning.” You really didn’t want your daughter to be staying up late, it was almost already 9 in the evening. All fan meetings and concerts were unpredictable about time, Hoseok could be calling you 5 minutes from now or 5 hours from now.

“Appa said I could before he left.” Your daughter pouted at you reminding you of Hoseok’s face that went into a shape of ‘ㅅ when he was angry. She was just like him, you couldn’t help but smile at her as she pulled that face to get her own way.

“Okay, you can sing happy birthday to him.”

Two hours had gone by and you were still waiting for Hoseok’s call, well you weren’t on the laptop just for that reason. You had also been doing work and looking through news articles anything to keep your mind busy. “Eomma… when is appa coming?” You looked down to your droopy eyed daughter, she was already rubbing her eyes. She was ready to sleep.

“I don’t know baby… eomma already told you this.” You whisper, you spoke to her in a gentle and soothing voice because there wasn’t any point in trying to tell her off. She just missed her father, it was understandable. Hoseok was here for everything he could possibly be involved in, she was just upset when he had to leave for long periods of time. “Go to sleep and I’ll wake you up when he calls.” Her small pink lips turned into a frown, but she didn’t disobey because she was already falling into dream land.

You were too falling asleep when it came to waiting up for Hoseok, but the loud noise of your laptop startled you. Accepting the call, you tapped your daughter. “I kept you up… I’m sorry. I should have called from the stadium so you didn’t have to stay up.” Hoseok sighs a little. If had called from the stadium though he wouldn’t of gotten to speak to you for long or alone. You smiled softly at him, “How are the kids?”

Your daughter opened her eyes then sitting up slowly, “They’re okay. D/N wanted to sing happy birthday to you, but she fell asleep. Well she’s awake now.” You look to her pulling her to the computer screen so she could see Hoseok. Her face lit up without a hesitation when she saw him.

“Appa!” Her sleepy self whispered.

“Have you been waiting long for me?” Hoseok asks, “I heard that you wanted to sing happy birthday to me, shall we sing it together.” Your daughter nodded her head rubbing her eyes, on the count of three all 3 of you started to sing happy birthday to Hoseok.

“Come back soon.” Your daughter whispers before she fell back to sleep on your arm, you smiled at her knowing that she was missing her father; you missed him as well. 

“Sleep well.” Hoseok mutters to you daughter, a smile falling onto his face hoping that he would be able to come home to celebrate his actual birthday. It just depended on flights now and whether he could get one, of course this would be a surprise to all of you. “You need to rest too.” Hoseok whispers.

“I know.” You smile back at him, his caring words always made you feel easy. “She’s right, come back soon. I love you.” You tell him, he knew very well that you loved him. He loved you too, he was glad he had asked you to marry him. If it wasn’t for Yoongi setting him up on a blind date with you, who knows where he would be right now.

“I love you too, sleep well.” Hoseok ended the video call on you dozing off on the webcam, he was happy that he was able to speak to you before he got onto the plane. It meant you wouldn’t be worrying about his whereabouts because he didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

As you woke up in the morning, you expected your son to be jumping on top of you. Telling you to wake up so he could watch tv before he had breakfast, but strangely he wasn’t. Turning over, what startled you was Hoseok right there, his arm resting on your waist. You weren’t dreaming right? He wasn’t supposed to be home until the weekend.

“You’re awake.” He whispers.

“You aren’t meant to be here until the weekend.” You reply but all the more glad he was here in front of you, he pulled you into his arms. Kissing you on the head before he told you the reason he had come home early.

“I’m a surprise, my birthday gift to you.” Hoseok smiles. The surprise was more than you expected, how could your news top his surprise.  

“This isn’t fair, my gift isn’t equally as good as yours.” You sat up in bed so you turn to face him pouting a little, Hoseok returns with a chuckle and sat up also.

“I’m sure it isn’t. What is it?”  

“We’re pregnant.” It was a surprise to you too, but it happened. You were going to become a family of five, Hoseok wrapped his arms around you. He was crying tears of happiness and he couldn’t be any more thankful because this was a birthday gift he had always wanted to receive and you had given it to him. But to him also, his family was the best birthday gift he could ever receive.

Messy shirt (solo Phil smut)

Basically a fic where Phil jerks off because Phil is so hot and just the thought makes me nut.
Warning: smut
P.s @phanny-fics Inspired this account and i hope i can continue the legacy i guess i dunno??
(Also i suck at ending smuts so yeah… sorry??)
Phil found it hard to get anytime to himself anymore what with conventions coming round every corner, meetings and dinners with friends almost every night not that he was complaining about it he loved his life he just wished there was more time for him to just relax, maybe read a book or just watch a whole tv series in one day but the thing found least time for was the thing he wanted most and that was a good wank.

The only time he really had could was at night and when he finally did get his hands in his pants he had either fallen asleep or got disturbed for whatever reason. He decided he wanted a break so he told dan that he wanted a chill day which dan happily agreed with but couldn’t join him as he’d had plenty of those days recently so he still went to the youtube space for a meeting about advertiser friendly content which Phil obviously didn’t have to attend anyways so that left Phil home alone for 3 hours to do whatever he pleased.

He went through to his bedroom, slowly closed the door and locked it just in case dan did come back early for some unknown reason. Phil laid on his bed in his star wars pyjama bottoms and his nasa shirt with no underwear on in preparation for this moment; it had been so long he wasn’t sure how to start.

He decided to start by looking through porn hub for a video he would get off to without cringing he decided to go with a homemade porn possibly by a couple he didn’t really care he just wanted to get off. He shimmied his pyjama bottoms down his leg just enough to let his cock free, before he started he opened his night stand and pulled out some lube and squirting a load onto his dominant hand he pressed play with the other. His hand trailed down his stomach making sure to tease himself and make it last, he let his hand cup his balls and massage them as he let out quiet grunts whenever he rubbed them right, he then moved up to his shaft and teasingly wrapped his hands around his cock Phil slowly shut his eyes and let his head fall back as he leisurely started to stroke his now fully erect cock he avoided the head for awhile trying to prolong the sensations he was feeling right now. His hips started jerking up involuntary and sweat was starting to form on his head as he started to jerk himself faster his mouth fell open in pleasure, he let out a moan then swallowed deeply before finally stroking up to his tip letting his thumb swipe over the slit collecting all the pre-cum that had built up and dragging it back down adding to the lubrication that was already over his cock he was so close to his climax it was unbearable.

“Fuck, oh god” his shaky voice dragged out as he started to fuck his hand harder than he ever had before he let out a final moan as he came all over his reasonably new nasa shirt but in that moment he didn’t care he continued to pump himself through his orgasm until it subsided.

He didn’t realise how messy his shirt was until he opened his eyes again he sighed and removed his shirt and continued the rest of his day without one on because it was his one day off and he was gonna do whatever he wanted.

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure calling out Mary for saying "I love you" is entirely fair, or comparing her use of the words to Cas'. Of course she doesn't love Sam and Dean as strongly as Cas does. How could she? She just met them, she's just getting to know them. But I think it's important to remember that even if Mary was raised as a hunter, she was still raised by a very traditional looking family, and the bar for saying "I love you" in a traditional family isn't so damn high. (1/2)

Mary’s frame of reference for those words is so different. Mothers tell their children they love them, all the time, for no real reason (I’m generalizing here. I’m aware there are lots of moms who don’t do this). Even when they feel distant from you, or they’re angry at you, or they don’t understand you. I think it says a lot more about what Sam, Dean, and Cas have been through than it does about Mary that in order to say things like that someone has to be dying. (2/2)

Oh, no. I’m not “calling her out” for telling her kids she loves them. I mean, I’m a mom, and I tell my kid “I love you” every day. The thing is, it’s not what I think about the importance or profound meaning behind a casual love declaration like that is. It’s what 12 years of Supernatural has stated this phrase means.

In TWELVE YEARS, Sam and Dean have never ONCE come out and directly said, “I LOVE YOU.” TO ANYONE.

(yeah Dean said it to Mary, while reenacting a scene that had occurred when he was four years old, and he once told Sam– in his djinn dream– to tell Mary he loved her)

But as far as we know, Dean hasn’t said those words TO ANYONE in more than 30 years.

Yet I don’t think that any reasonable person could argue that he doesn’t love Sam, or Cas, or Mary… because for Dean the words are meaningless without the proof, and that happens through actions. This isn’t me judging Mary for saying the words, this is how the SHOW ITSELF has established the way Dean understands what it really means to be “family.”

This is how DEAN defines love, explaining it to Crowley in 10.17:

DEAN: Never saw that coming, either. What is it, huh? Why you letting mommy dearest tie you into knots?
CROWLEY: Because… We’re family. Blood.
DEAN: That’s not the same thing. A wise man once told me, “family don’t end in blood,” but it doesn’t start there, either. Family cares about you, not what you can do for them. Family’s there through the good, bad… all of it. They got your back… even when it hurts. That’s family. That sound like your mother?

Someone can SAY “we’re family!” until they’re blue in the damn face, but if they then turn around and stab you in the back and expect you to just roll over and accept it “because we’re family!” then… 

I mean going back to 6.21, Cas hadn’t really learned this lesson yet, either. He THOUGHT he had. The whole reason for agreeing to Crowley’s plan to “pop purgatory” was based on the fact that he could leave Dean entirely out of it. He started down this road in an attempt to PROTECT Dean, to leave him “in peace.” And he’d already gone too far down the road, and his desire to keep Dean out of it had already failed.

CASTIEL: I thought you said that we were like family. Well I think that too. Shouldn’t trust run both ways?
DEAN: Cas, I just can’t…
CASTIEL: Dean, I do everything that you ask. I always come when you call, and I am your friend. Still, despite your lack of faith in me, and now your threats, I just saved you, yet again. Has anyone but your closest kin ever done more for you? All I ask is this one thing.
DEAN: Trust your plan to pop Purgatory?
CASTIEL: I’ve earned that, Dean.

Thing is, Cas was desperate here. If Raphael got that power instead, the apocalypse would start right back up and there would’ve been nothing anybody could’ve done to stop it. He was in an impossible situation.

I think Dean even recognized that, because he couldn’t even offer any viable alternative for Cas. He just knew that nothing good could come of Cas’s current plan. Partly because Cas had done ALL of it behind his back.

That’s one reason I’m relieved that Mary has come at least PARTIALLY clean here as early in the season as she did. It means she still has time to turn back and find another way.

She also doesn’t have the fate of the universe resting on her choices here, the way Cas did when fighting the war in Heaven. There were real stakes involved back then. If he lost, the whole planet would lose.

Mary’s not fighting a war. Not a real one, anyway. And yet, without planet-ending stakes on the table, she’s demanding Sam and Dean trust her choice to work with the MoL, despite what they’ve already experienced about working with them…

And she’s basing her demand that they “hear her out” on the fact that “they’re family.”

Which for Dean is just a different way of telling someone he loves them. People have to EARN that designation, even if they’re blood.

It’s fine for her to say “I love you,” and it’s a biological fact that they’re family. But to Dean, there is a difference between family and ///FAMILY///, and Mary’s violated one of the biggest rules for him:

She didn’t have their backs. She chose the people who’d been party to Sam’s torture over her own sons. And when the whole truth comes out about her part in 12.12, and what she’d really been sent there for… I think there’s going to be a MAJOR sense of betrayal.

Sure, she had no idea things were going to go so horribly wrong there, but if she hadn’t been lying in order to prevent Sam and Dean from finding out the truth about her working with the MoL, they would’ve been able to prevent that entire situation from happening in the first place.

And even AFTER all that went down, she STILL went back to work for the MoL.

That’s just not, in Dean’s definition of the word, what family would do.

All the words in the world can’t make up for her choices and her actions if it hasn’t changed anything. No amount of “I love you’s” can just make that betrayal disappear if she doesn’t actually do anything to demonstrate the fact.

Mary learned that the MoL had given her “bad intel” that nearly got Cas killed and DID get Wally killed. But she accepted Ketch’s apology and went right on working for them. Not only that, she handed over the Colt. If that had been Dean, he would’ve walked away from that arrangement. Like he did after Samuel tried to feed him and Sam to ghouls…

Samuel was “family” too. What would Mary have thought of his choice to resurrect her at the expense of her own sons’ lives? THAT’S NOT HOW WE DO FAMILY AROUND HERE!

Yet, that’s exactly how Mary’s choice to keep working for the MoL feels to Sam and Dean here…

Granted, Samuel had never known Sam and Dean before. They didn’t really mean anything to him. The fact they were Mary’s children was sort of an abstract concept to him. Mary was all that mattered to him.

That’s… kinda monstrous, no?

It’s this twisted bargain to bring back Mary at the expense of Sam and Dean’s lives that made it impossible for ANYTHING Samuel said to overcome that. In 6.16 (granted, it’s while he’s possessed by the Khan worm, but still…)

SAM Put your gun down.
SAMUEL What you gonna do, son? You’re not gonna shoot me. You got your soul back. You gonna shoot your own family?
SAM Yeah, I wouldn’t go with the family thing. Try again.

And then later, when Sam is feeling guilty for shooting Samuel:

SAM I don’t know. I mean, I barely remember him, and what I do remember – it’s not good. And what he did to us…But…
DEAN There’s a “but”?
SAM I mean, I just can’t help but think…What would Mom say?
DEAN You know what I think Mom would say? She’d say just ‘cause you’re blood doesn’t make you family. You got to earn that.

And just… in the show’s own shorthand, saying “I love you” and then turning around and going right back to work with the MoL are two contradictory things. Saying “we’re family” but then announcing you’ve been secretly working with the people who’ve hurt your family all along negates the family sentiment.

Yes, Mary wants a chance to explain, she wants Sam and Dean to hear her out, but I don’t really think there’s anything she can say to make her choice to continue working for the MoL okay. If at the end of 12.14 she stays on the MoL’s payroll, it would be as bad in Dean’s mind as Samuel feeding them to the ghouls.

And no combination of words can fix that. Only actions can.

One week after the earth-shattering weight of Castiel’s “I love you,” Mary’s casual and repeated use of the phrase despite having kept up this betrayal, combined with her pulling the “we’re family” card when she confessed… and then proceeded to “explain herself…” Well, this had better damn well be one hell of a weighty explanation here to justify those words, at least to Dean.

I’m just saying that the show has instilled both “I love you” and the concept of “Family” with far more meaning than they’d have to anyone else on the planet. To Dean (and to Sam, and even to Cas), they know and understand that these are not terms that are thrown around lightly. And the show has demonstrated over and over again that Mary doesn’t yet understand this.

This will be her “teachable moment.” 

Part 3 of Destiel Marriage Problems (this time with a happy ending) (But beware the angst it still comes with!)

So apparently, saying I could do small ficlets and then saying I could finish this in 3 parts was the WRONG answer. This is SO much longer than the other two COMBINED. I see several places where i could have easily broken it of before continuing. 

OH well. have 1459 more words of angst with a happy ending!


For the last week and a half, Dean had been crashing on Charlies couch and drinking her stash, while Hannah had to deal with increasingly wet throw pillows from Cas’s crying. Both of them were distraught and enough was enough.

It was time for an intervention.

It was Charlie who came to the conclusion first, calling up Hannah in a rare moment of solitude. “Hannah, I have no idea what’s going on but something is very wrong. They’re too much in love for this. They need to talk.”

“Agreed. Though I’m not all too certain you’ll get Cas to agree to it, not when…” Hannah trailed off and Charlie squinted suspiciously at her phone.

“When what?” Charlie demanded.

“Well, he’s convinced Dean is cheating on him and he’s been trying to gain the nerve to confront him about it ever since.” Hannah’s’ voice was perplexed.

Charlie groaned. “Oh fuck…that’s what this is about? That’s why Cas threw the adoption papers out? Dean, you’re a god damn moron!” She fumed in the startled silence, only wishing Dean had been there to hear her.

“Wait, do you know what’s going on?” Hannah finally asked.

“Apparently, I do. Look, Cas’s fears are unfounded…but understandable. Let me explain…”


Dean wondered what the hell he was still doing there. He sighed, looking around the apartment he and Cas shared. He hadn’t seen much of his husband all week.

To be honest, he hadn’t seen much of him in over a month before that, and it had been wearing on him greatly. But it had been for a good reason. It was the reason he’d come home early with a plan to cook Cas’s favorite things, and finally fill his husband in on what was going on, thinking that Cas might want to celebrate once he’d heard.

And look how that had turned out. Maybe Charlie was right, though? Maybe he should at least try to talk to Cas and figure out why he’d changed his mind. He looked down at the bag in his hands and tried to decide what to do. Charlie had shoved him out the door and told him to ‘go home and figure yourself out’ but now here he was and he didn’t know which way to go.

Tears stung his eyes and he wiped them away angrily as the sound of the door handle jiggling made him whirl in place, eyes widening in surprise when Cas actually came through the doorway.

He looked like hell.

Dean knew what that felt like. He wasn’t sure if he should be happy he wasn’t the only one suffering or if he should run over to comfort his husband and find out what was wrong.

If it had been a week and a half ago, that wouldn’t have even been a question. How the fuck had they gotten here?

“Cas?” he managed to choke out. Castiel froze, head rising to stare at Dean in shock. He’d obviously not expected Dean to be there.

“Dean! I…what are you doing here? I thought you had better things to do?” Cas’s voice was bitter and Dean’s brow furrowed, taking a step closer to his husband.

“Wait…why would you think that?” Dean asked.

“Why would I…?” Cas looked at him in open mouthed astonishment. “Dean, you haven’t bothered to spend time with me in over a month, and you’re always evasive when I ask what’s up. It’s obvious you’ve grown tired of me.”

“Grown tired of you? Fuck, Cas, I missed ya like crazy man!” Dean blurted, taking a few more steps closer. Cas shifted back and Dean froze.

“Well, you sure could have fooled me,” Cas spit out. “I’m just getting some stuff and then I’ll leave.”

“Leave? Wait, no! why are you – you can’t leave me, Cas!” Dean said desperately, moving forward in his panic again. Cas pushed past him with a glare.

“Don’t touch me Dean…not when you’ve been….” Cas sniffled.

“Been what, Cas?” Dean demanded, his own voice wobbling at Cas’s rejection.

“Cheating on me,” Cas’s whispered word were barely heard but they hit Dean like a truck.

“What?” Dean’s voice was barely any louder in his shock and Cas turned to look him in the eyes for the first time since he’d come through the door. What he saw there obviously surprised him.

“You…you haven’t been?” Cas’s voice shook, a hand reached out tentatively to touch Dean, stopping just short of his cheek. “But…why else were you avoiding me? Coming home late all the time and refusing to tell me why? Dean, I don’t understand!” he pleaded.

“You really thought that I…I was cheating on you? Is that why you…” Dean swallowed and reached into his pocket for the two envelopes there. He hadn’t been able to stop carrying either of them. The onion stained one was on top as he handed it to Cas. “- why you threw this away? I thought you’d lied to me about wanting kids. That…”

With hands shaking nearly as much as Dean’s, Cas took the envelope from his husbands’ hands, recognizing it instantly.

It was the one underneath that he didn’t recognize.

In a daze, Cas flipped the second envelope over and stared at the logo, his heart sinking. He reached for the papers inside with trembling fingers. “What’s this, Dean?”

“That…that was supposed to be a surprise. I was going to show that to you the night I found…” Dean swallowed. “I just wanted you to be proud of me. I wanted to be the kind of dad our kid would be proud of.”

“So you’ve been…you’ve been taking night classes? All this time?” Cas stared at him wonderingly, and a little miserably too.

“Yeah, special classes on an accelerated time schedule. It was mostly just insane amounts of testing. I mean, I already know most of this stuff, I just need to get the certifications for it. And I um…I did.” Dean gestured at the paper now open in Cas’s hands.

Cas sniffed and shook and before Dean knew it, he was engulfed in his husbands’ strong arms once again. With an echoing sniff, he brought his own arms up around Cas, the papers floating to the floor as they gripped at each other with desperate, needy fingers, tears now rolling freely down both their faces.

“I’m so, so sorry, Cas. I never meant to make you think that I was…” Dean buried his face into Cas’s neck.

“No, no, it’s my fault. I know you love me. I should have trusted that. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions the way I did.” Cas croaked out, “God, I was devastated when I thought…I couldn’t stand being away from you. I’m so relieved to know I was wrong.”

Cas jerked back a second later, panic on his face, “Shit, is it too late? What if I ruined everything?”

“Ruined what?” Dean asked, perplexed. “I’m not leaving you. We can fix this, fix us…”

“No, I mean, yes, of course we can, and we will! But I meant…” Cas dove for the floor, landing painfully on his knees and scrambling for the papers he’d dropped. Dean dropped beside him, placing a hand on Cas’s back and rubbing it soothingly, needing the contact with his husband and desperate to help fix things after his mistake.

Finding the papers from the adoption agency, Cas frantically skimmed them over, finally slumping back into Dean in relief, “We still have time.” Cas smiled up at Dean and Dean felt his heart leap for the first time in over a week.

Dean looked down at what Cas was holding.

It was official. They’d been approved and the agency just needed a few last things from them by next week and they’d be parents.

“You mean it?” Dean breathed.

Cas nodded. “I always did.”

“And you’re, you’re staying, right?” Dean’s eyes didn’t stray from Cas’s one iota.

“Of course, Dean. I love you, and I’m so sorry,” Cas answered.

“I love you, too, Cas, more than anything. And I’m sorry too. If I hadn’t hidden this, none of this would ever have happened…” Dean whispered, still hardly daring to believe his ears.

Cas reached out, and this time didn’t hesitate to touch Dean’s cheek, trailing his hand down to cup his jaw. Dean leaned into the touch and Cas thrilled to it. He hadn’t lost Dean after all. He gave his husband a watery smile, “No, it was for the right reasons. I’m sorry I didn’t have faith in you.”

Dean huffed out a short laugh, “Why don’t we just agree that we both made mistakes and put it all behind us and promise to talk next time?”

“I can live with that,” Cas agreed, seconds before their lips met.

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I’ve Got You (part 10)

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Canon AU, Smut

Description: You work for SM as it’s public relations specialist, and Jongdae is one client that you have to deal with far too much. Sometimes though, he isn’t all that bad.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13,

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Prom Pt. 1 - Ethan




It was the day before Prom meaning it was Thursday. And I wanted to just die. It was my senior year and my friends have been bugging me to go. I said I would go if I got ask. And it has not happen. I wasn’t popular. I wasn’t a nerd. A wasn’t a cheerleader. I was none of those things but normal. I wasn’t super hot, or super pretty. To me I was ugly and normal.

I made my way slowly to my class since I had a few minutes to spare before the homeroom bell rung. I walked in the middle of the hallway. My books held tightly against my chest. Every guy either being with his friends or some girls. Every girl either being with her squad or the ‘boy’ she’s using.

As I came to my room I turned in greeting the teacher and made my way to my desk to find the big slut of the school. And not to mention she’s caption of the cheer squad. The only reason why I want to come early. So I can beat her to MY sit. The only reason why she takes it because my crush Ethan Dolan and his other twin brother Grayson Dolan sit right behind me.

I let out a rather loud groan well I got to my desk to let her know I was here. She turned her ugly patted face of makeup towards me. “Can you move?” I asked her nicely at first. “Um who are you?” She asked trying to be stupid. “Your worst nightmare. Now move.” I said rolling my eyes. “Do you even know who I am.” She questioned well clicking her gum. I rolled my eyes. 

“No not really. Wait are you satin?” I asked smirking. “I am the queen of this school and I can make your life a living hell.” She said blowing a bubble in my face. “It can’t you see. Because it already is one because a slut who where’s push-up bra’s and where to much makeup is sitting at my desk.” I said smirking.

“Oh Ethy make her stop!” She whined looking back over at Ethan. I rolled my eyes. “Oh Ethy this, Oh Ethy that! I can tell by his face that he doesn’t really fucking care about you!” I spat at her. She huffed at me rolling her eyes getting up and out of my seat. I rolled my eyes and sat down in my seat flipping her off as she looked behind her to look at me.

“Hey.” A deep voice said as their was tapping on my shoulder. I turned around to look at Ethan. “What up?” I asked. “That was pretty cool what you did there.” He commented. I nodded my head slowly. “Yeah well guess I had to stick up for myself to get her to move.” I simply said. “Can I ask you something?” He asked. I nodded my head to answer his question.

“I know I’m kind of late but I couldn’t really figure out a creative way to ask you but y/n will you go to prom with me.” Ethan asked. I looked at him shocked. “Are you for real?” I asked after a minute of silence. “Yeah.” He replied back. I was still shocked but nodded my head anyways as a smile slowly formed on my lips. “Yeah, yeah I’ll love to go with you.” I smiled fully at him. “Good.” He smiled.

one reason I come out as early as possible to new women in my life is because then I won’t get that look

you know, that look when they internally go through every interaction you two had in an attempt to find out if you were coming on to them

another reason is that ever since I started talking about being a lesbian I just can’t shut up about it. almost 14 years have passed since I first said it out loud to someone, and even though I don’t get the big adrenaline rush anymore it’s still fucking great to let others know who I am.

Beating of Hearts // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: teeth-rotting fluff

Relationship status: together

Words: 11.4k (whoops)

Warnings: Hospitals, heart problems, fainting, some swearing, DOES NOT CONTAIN DEATH

Summary: When Dan goes to the doctor’s office for a cold, he comes back with news he never thought he was going to get before: something is wrong with his heart.

Based on real-life events of yours truly.

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anonymous asked:

Mod Guillermo we could do with a few of your OC to help cushion the blow from the constant slew of hate mail!!!!!!

Magnus II is the great grand son of my protagonist, Perceebal.
He was raised as a girl until his cousin Cyndal, a powerful psychic who is gay, and who was very close to him for that same reason, encouraged him to come out as a trans boy at an early age. Magnus II chose his new true name after his father Magnus. 

The protagonist, who is kind of an asshole at that point of the story, never minded his great grandson being fat or trans, but he was always rude to Magnus II because he expected him to be an incredibly powerful magician… But Magnus II showed none of the natural talents for magic that the whole Stolk family possessed. 

However, when Magnus II reached puberty, he unconsciously unleashed an incredible power of raw magic that would manifest around him in the form of fire, wind and other elements. Magnus II didn’t know magic and didn’t know any spell, but suddenly he was able to utilize pure magic energy in a destructive way to defend his loved ones.

- Mod Guillermo

Hamilton Charaters as Things I've Said Lately
  • Phillip: I have my dad's morbid since of humor. I actually have a lot of things from my dad that my dad probably wishes I didn't.
  • Lafayette: 'Je ne parle pas francais' is about the only thing I can actually say in French.
  • John: I am an adult. I am mature and responsible, and I can take care of myself.
  • Alex: My ass-kickings are only for honest reasons, but how about I come up to your work early, but I kick your ass instead? Compromise.
  • Hercules: I literally hate my job, and people, and I need to get famous already so I can be rich and quit.
  • Washington: Like, yeah, I wanna be a parent, but I don't wanna be in charge of other people's kids. I don't wanna fuck them up. My kids, it's different, but not theirs.
  • Jefferson: I grew my hair out so I could do stuff with it and look pretty, but I haven't even brushed it this week but thank you for saying I look like Rapunzel.
  • Burr: I mean who the fuck you yell at and then don't talk to for two (2) years calls you up in the middle of the night like "yeah I thought we'd have a conversation and catch up". Wft even? Anyway I just hung up on him and went back to sleep.
  • Angelica: Listen I know I showed up late to the [Hamilton] fandom, and I don't even have Starbucks, but hear me out.
  • Eliza: You know, I'm really nice on the outside but I'm savage on the inside. One day someone's gonna set me off and may God have mercy on them I swear.
  • Peggy: And Peggy!!!!!!!!