she is my all time favourite and she deserves the world

You have to want them

Something that really bugs me about this fandom: as soon as you mention who your favourite route is, immediately there is someone who says “but he did this” or “she did that, though” or even “ugh, WHY.”

As soon as you say Zen is your fave: “But he’s so self-absorbed! He’s such a flirt!”

For Yoosung: “Ew, he’s like 12. So immature. And he’s clearly into his cousin.”

For Jaehee: “But she’s such a bitch! She’s so cold.”

For Jumin: “He’s evil! He worked Jaehee to death! He always makes fun of Zen! He’s abusive!”

For V: “This is all his fault!”

For Saeran: “He’s abusive!”

Here’s the thing: for every route, you have to really want them. In order to get onto someone’s route, you have to choose them over the others. And once you’re there, the route is written in such a way that you cannot possibly care about anyone else.


Zen is easy: he is the “perfect man.” Except for some darkness in his epilogue (regarding V), he is an great example of a typical “celebrity falls for the girl-next-door” plot. You have to look past his over-the-top drama, and flirtiness, and see what it is he’s masking on the inside. (Zen is my favourite, and when first introduced, I did not want him. His route changes that.) And while you’re there, Jaehee is the unwanted voice of reason, Jumin is insensitive, and the rest are side characters.

Yoosung: not everyone wants a boy. I understand that. So obviously, the youngest member of the RFA does not jive with everyone. But then you (and here’s a crazy idea!) actually play his route! And he grows up to be the manliest of men. Yes, you have to push past how he keeps Rika on a pedestal. Yes, if you read spoilers, you know that that love is not completely deserved. But listen: Rika opened up Yoosung’s world for the first time, was the main conduit to him growing up and becoming less self-absorbed and more of an adult…and then she disappeared. That’s traumatizing. And Yoosung explains all that to you. So, if you have a grain of compassion or empathy in you, you can’t help but feel for him. And, while you are there, Seven is a little bit of a bully to Yoosung, Zen is ridiculously fabulous, and everyone is side characters.

Jaehee: Have any of you haters actually played her route? Seriously. Play her route and give her a chance, not even in a gay way: just be her friend! During her route, she is overworked and disillusioned and so very, very lonely…until MC comes into her life. You give Seven and V a chance, but not another woman? Really? She is another gentle soul that has been trampled by life; how do you find fault in that? This route has so much to offer, and her character is more than just an ice queen. …and of course, during her route, Jumin is the villain.

Jumin: I must confess: I did not want to romance this man. (I played in the canon order, and I had to aim for Jumin right after playing Jaehee’s route.) But listen: Jumin was emotionally repressed his entire life. He was groomed to being a corporate heir from day one. He had one parent to raise him: his flawed father. His mother was not there for him. He had one friend, V, who treated him like a human being, not a robot or child of privilege. And then he had Rika, the one woman that he emotionally connected to…and then he lost her. Do you want trauma? Here, this man is extra-traumatized. But, he doesn’t have the luxury to openly express himself, or to hide in the shadows, or even to pull his sole friend aside and have a good talk about his feelings. He has to bottle it. His mind has to tangle even tighter. …and then MC happens to him. And she is the only one who can see how terrified he is. Don’t choose the options where MC is okay with being locked up; choose the ones where she stays because she’s genuinely worried about Jumin. Those are his true options.

V: …you have to want him. You have to really, really want him. I’ll admit: I don’t love him enough. If I were a bigger V fan, I would find forgiving him easier. Because I need to forgive him. Everything was not his fault.

Largely due to certain sorrows in his childhood, V has the kind of personality that wants to shoulder all the blame and take care of things himself. He did not do enough before, and now he wants to make up for it. Sometimes, that is admirable. Other times, it is foolhardy.

Regrettably, trying to handle Rika’s brokenness on his own falls into the latter category. Because, that’s what V did: he felt he could heal Rika all by himself. With or without the RFA. With or without therapy. With or without Rika’s cooperation.

He messed up. So badly. It was a mistake. A big one, and he still has consequences to face, but it was a mistake.

V fans are willing to forgive him. I, personally, am still working on it. But they know: everything was not his fault. And after his route, V is willing to become happier and healthier. Not a lot of people are willing to even try that.

Saeran: …I did not like Saeran until I thought things through and wrote “A Mad Hatter Expecting.” Because here’s the thing: Saeran is arguably the most broken out of all of the characters.

Jaehee’s mother died by accident. Zen had the power to take his life into his own hands and run away from home. Yoosung happened to have Rika taken away from him during a turning point in his life (a very vulnerable time). Jumin and V’s trauma were passive, but long-lived (they could have been nurtured so much better). But Saeran?

Saeran was abandoned with an actively abusive mother. She attacked his body and his mind. Then he was taken in by Rika, who did more of the same. He was brainwashed and poisoned.

He was not in his right mind when he starved MC.

Does that excuse his behaviour? No. No, you do not hurt people, even if you’re going through a manic or depressive episode. No, he still did a bad thing.

So what did he do? Saeran apologized. He didn’t expect MC’s forgiveness; all he wanted was for her to know he regretted his actions.

And he stopped hurting her. He overcame the elixir’s effects, he snapped out of his manic state, and he stopped. He let her eat, again. He helped her escape.

…so this is me ranting about how everyone has a right to have a favourite character that isn’t yours. Everyone’s personality is different, so it makes sense that everybody may not love every route.

Which is why I don’t understand why we all have to keep defending our choices, within the fandom.



…I left out Seven for a reason.

He is the fandom’s #1 choice. He is “canon”. He is cute. He is depressed and meme-y, and the internet can relate to that. I, for one, can relate to that.

But I’m scared to say anything bad about him.

Because that’s how this fandom can be.

If I say, “People don’t like Seven because he is tsundere” or “Seven can be too meme-Lordy,” I am going to get at least 2 anonymous messages with people taking those quotes out of context.

Seven fans always stand up for Seven, even when he’s not actually being attacked.

Saeyoung Choi is the one favourite in this fandom that does not need to be defended.

Not because he isn’t flawed, but because it’s the majority of the fandom’s attitude that he should be everyone’s favourite.

And that isn’t fair to the other routes.

I reserve the right to want someone other than Saeyoung Choi.

BTS when they slap you: Kim Taehyung version

Sorry this took a while. I was going to put this up yesterday but shit happened and i couldn’t. hope yall don’t mind. Check out my masterlist for the rest of the members.


Kim Taehyung was angry. So very angry. He couldn’t choose why, though. He had so many reasons. 

Was it because of the hot weather?Was it because of the pressure of the new album? Was it because of the stress that came with his fame? Was it because of the nagging of his parents? Was it because of his fight with Jungkook? or Jimin or Yoongi? Was it because Bang-pd never seemed to pay him as much attention? Was it because of his girlfriend? because she was too nonchalant? because she wasn’t doting on him all the time like other girls did to their boyfriends? did she even like him? or was she together with him just for the fame? would she break up with him if he ever hit a financial low? 

He did not know. 

What he did subconsciously know was who he could take that anger out on without too much collateral damage. Not his parents, not his fans, not his band-mates, not his CEO…but you. You would understand, surely? He needed to vent and you were his girlfriend, right? His other half, his lover, his significant other. You loved him, right? You could take his anger for him. You would stroke his head and tell him that he could scream as much as he wanted, as long as he wanted, if it meant dissipating his frustration. The frustration that was eating him up inside. It was like at that moment, his sanity was secured inside an overinflated balloon which could burst anytime and yet, someone or the other would keep blowing air into the balloon. What could he do? He wanted so desperately for this phase to end. Nothing else covered his mind except letting his frustration out so when you entered the bighit headquarters with his take-out, he took it as the perfect opportunity. 

You loved your boyfriend. 

Granted, you were not as expressive in terms of physical affection in front of people, but that did not mean you didn’t love him. You did. You knew it, he knew it and to you, that is all that mattered. The commentary of the people surrounding the relationship was insignificant for you. You would show him love when you felt it most(which was all the time, really) but you did not deem it necessary to show it in front of people, especially keeping in mind the nature of his job. But you had noticed the shift in his behaviour in the past one month. Closed off, paranoid, stressed and angry were the words you would use to describe his behaviour now instead of adorable, alien-like, jovial, cheerful and happy. He snapped more often than not. He fought with his brother like friends. With you. There was something clearly bothering him and he either did not know how to express it or didn’t want to worry you. So you stepped out of your comfort zone and resorted to showing him how loved he was. You would steal kisses, give him back hugs, encourage him to make love (this always seemed to work the best albeit the effect did not last long) and surprise him with take outs from his favourite restaurant. That is exactly what you were doing today.  You had hurried to his workplace, the bighit headquarters, as soon as your lunch break had started in the office, knowing that he would be practicing with the boys. You had his take out in one hand and your overcoat hung around the elbow of your other arm. If the boy felt less loved, god knows that you would do anything to make him feel all the love in the world. He deserved it. 

You took large steps despite your outfit- a beige pencil skirt paired with tight maroon quarter sleeves and maroon matte pumps. The nature of your job required you to dress fashionably but formally during work hours. Being a lawyer was as much a job of appearances as it was was of immense hard work, both physical and psychological. After all, appearances have a great psychological impact, do they not? 

The corners of your mouth lifted into a light smile as you opened the doors of the practice room to find three men sprawled out on the floor out of pure exhaustion and one sitting on the corner chair; his face blank, his eyes glazed. 

Your smile changed into a worried frown as soon as you saw him. He was clearly more disturbed than usual. Had something happened? Nontheless, you forced a smile on your face as you shut the door behind you and moved towards him. He didn’t need more negativity around him. 

“Hi noona! Is that food?” Jungkook said as soon as he spotted the carry-bag in your hand. Jimin and Hoseok soon followed suit as the they got up from their positions and sat down on the floor, still lacking the energy to stand. Jungkook was young, though. He got up and in a flash he was in front of you, blocking your way and rummaging through the food- until you slapped his hands away, that is. 

“Ow! That hurt!” He pouted. 

You ruffled his hair, gave him a playful glare and said as you turned around him to go towards Taehyung, “Go fetch your own, kid.” 

“Tch, you guys are gross.” Jungkook called after you as he went back to lie down with his hyungs. 

You rolled your eyes but continued walking towards your boyfriend. 

Hope he likes what I got him. 

He knew it. He knew it for sure now. Why hadn’t he noticed it before? You had always been too friendly with the maknae, ruffling his hair and pinching his cheeks as he turned bright red. He had just not thought much of it because you were both family and you wouldn’t do that to him, right? Only now he realised how wrong he was. You were cheating on him with his brother! He grit his teeth at the thought. 

How dare you?

He looked up to take in your appearance as you stood in front of him, your coat in one arm and food in the other. He looked you up and down, the tight maroon quarter sleeves covered your torso just right, exposing the right amount of cleavage. Your pencil skirt hugged your small waist perfectly and moved down till your knees, revealing your beautiful legs. He moved his eyes back towards your face as he took in your hair and how it was open, flowing beautifully down your back in long waves. 

God, you were breathtakingly beautiful. 

He felt his anger dissipate a little as he took in your appearance, feeling himself calm down at your presence only for it to increase a hundred-fold as the image of Jungkook gripping your hair tight while he fucked you senseless made a very vivid appearance in his mind. His mind went blank and red covered his eyes as he completely tuned out your words as you set up his lunch. He pulled you up by your elbow harshly, hardly registering the shocked expression on your face, and whacked you right across your face with strength he did not know he possessed. 

You should have noticed it the moment you entered the practice room, the feral look in his eyes. Maybe you even did. But you were too blinded with hope and confidence. You thought that maybe, if you show him how much you care for him, he would slowly open up and share his problems with you. 

But you knew now, as you stood gripping the arm of the chair with one hand and your cheek with the other, with Hoseok standing in front of you, shielding you from…your boyfriend and Jimin consoling you by circling his hand on your back and whispering words in your ears that you did not hear at all, that it was a futile attempt. 

You let out shaky breaths and grit your teeth as you closed your eyes tightly to avoid thinking about anything at all. 

“___, shh, don’t cry. I’m so sorry, it’ll be okay.” Jimin repeatedly said in your ears in an effort to console you.

You eyes flew open. You were crying? You removed your hands from your cheek and the chair simultaneously as you stood up straight. Ignoring the blood on your hand, which was surely from your aching lip, you brought it just below your eyes as you felt the wetness. 

You were crying. 

It was as if the ballon had burst and in turn, flipped a switch within him. His anger had all but disappeared when he hit you. In it’s place now, was confusion. He was pushed back into the wall, away from you by Jungkook as Jimin hurried to you to see the extent of the damage. Hoseok stood in front of you facing Taehyung, acting as a shield between you and him. But why would he do that? Why would he act as a shield between you and him? He was your boyfriend, he loved you and he had hit-

Taehyung’s heart dropped as he realised why Hoseok stood between you and him. 

He had hit you.

“You bastard, how dare you hit a woman?” Hoseok growled under his breath. 

Taehyung tried to back away but Jungkook held him in place staring at him with a scandalized expression on his face. “Hyung..w-why?” 

Taehyung looked down at his hands with widened eyes as he tried to remember what had gotten him so angry in the first place. Was it something about you and Jungkook or you and Jimin? He couldn’t remember. It was absurd no matter how many times he thought about it. You could never cheat on him. You loved him, he knew it. He closed his eyes as the tears made their way down his face. Suddenly, he felt drained of all energy. It was as if he had been feeling too much lately and he was tired of all the emotions. His back touched the wall and he slid down until he was sitting on the floor, not caring about the tears staining his practice clothes. 

“It’s okay Jimin, I’m fine. I’m leaving.” 

Taehyung’s energy made a shocking appearance as his eyes flew open at your broken announcement and with the speed of a bullet train, he rushed forward and grabbed your hand. 

“___, wh-where are you going? Co-come with me, okay? I’m really sor-” 

He was interrupted when you put your right hand up, silencing him. 

“Kim Taehyung.” Your eyes were red as you looked right at him. holding yourself together somehow. “We are done. I’ll have moved out by the time you reach home.” And you yanked your hands out of his grip and left the room in the big, long strides you had come in. 

Taehyung just stood there in shock. It was as if a thousand bricks had been cemented around his legs and the power of moving his hands and legs had all but abandoned him. He watched you, as you left the building, got in your car and drove away, leaving him for good. 

Only then, did he find the strength to turn around in desperation, to his hyung. He stumbled towards Hoseok, eyes flooding with tears as he held on to his hyung’s t-shirt and sobbed in his chest. 

“Hy-hyung..what do I do? I-I can’t live without her. P-Please hyung, do something! PLEASE!” 

Hoseok removed Taehyung’s grip from his t-shirt as he said the words Taehyung feared the most. 

“There’s nothing to be done, Taehyung-ah. You hit your own girl. She’s not coming back and dare I say…you deserve it.” 

so that’s it. I’ve left an open ending for reasons I do not know, it just felt right. hope everyone enjoys reading this. Hoseok version will come up next- when, I do not know. I will repeat this again, it is never ever okay to hit someone. For anyone who is in an abusive relationship, I am so sorry. I hope you can come out of it and I hope you get all the happiness in the world because you deserve it.  


much love, 


a friendly reminder that no matter how many bad books we read there’ll always be soc a.k.a the true masterpiece of our time which is like a safe blanket for murder babies and you can throw it over your head and pretend you’re on your way to a big heist or smth equally dangerous (but exciting) :’) and while you’re dreaming of $$$kruge$$$ you might also wanna remember that soc has:

- a bi poc character who didn’t dance around the term hgtawm style and pull some lame explanation out of his ass ala ‘it’s complicated’ but he actually said ‘not just girls’ so yeah confirmed bi poc who’s a KNOWN flirt and everybody praises him for it instead of mocking/shunning him honestly what did we do to deserve jesper fahey
- a disabled gang leader who’s literally thE BADDEST BARREL BOSS TO EVER WALK THE STREETS OF KETTERDAM caw caw bitches (he also has severe ptsd, panic attacks, suffers from traumatic flashbacks and experiences nausea and all kinds of ptsd symptoms everytime he (even accidentally) touches someone but does that limit or stop him in any way?? HELL NO MOFOS here comes kaz brekker with his crow cane and he’s about to whoop some ass better beware)
- a beautiful, amazing, talented, showstopping, spectacular, never the same woc who is basically?? everyone’s treasure, heart, love, most cherished person ever, role model, etc. etc. and it’s only right tbh inej ghafa owns my entire heart and i’d gladly give it to her over and over again if that would make her smile. she’s been sold into slavery (mentions/hints of prostitution which only adds to her bravery and strength thank you very much) when she was 14 but she managed to leave the past behind her and remain INCREDIBLY kind and humble despite all the shit she’s been through?? there is no character i adore, respect and love more than inej (okay maybe there is and inej calls her sankta alina b y e)
- a CANONICALLY. FAT. FEMALE CHARACTER WHO’S JUST!!! AMAZING. BREATHTAKING. HEART-STOPPING (literally). a true inspiration to us all who was also held captive when she was younger, trained by the mighty (goddess on earth) zoya nazyalensky, held captive again - this time by a gross ass, fanatic ass fjerdan nazi soldier/leader and lemme tell you she didn’t even lose her appetite. BOI she wasn’t even fazed. she couldn’t find a single fuck to give & she was determined to move on but she was plagued by guilt so she came back to save/help the boy who helped HER so she’s not just a pretty face and she’s so?? badass and smart and funny and fierce and she’s so fucking PROUD of every roll and curve on her body i could actually cry?? nina zenik, an actual muse for young girls/readers. nina zenik, life & wife goals
- a smol (very smol but also kind of a sinnamon roll tbqh? he aspires to be one anyway) angelic boy who comes from a TERRIBLY abusive home bc his father is an actual piece of shit and humiliated him all his life bc wylan couldn’t read. well guess what joke’s on van eck senior bc my boy, my CANONICALLY GAY SON, is smarter than him and his entire sorry lot and he’s gonna take over the world one day, you just wait. also just wants to make things go boom boom POW (usually regarding explosives but also applies to jesper a.k.a THE MOST PERFECT, CARING, WONDERFUL BF EVER)
- a big yellow tulip also known as matthias helvar. so matthias is that boy who helped nina escape the clutches of his scary boss and he’s the actual literal embodiment of the grumpy cat. but!!! he undergoes the biggest character development of all imo bc he manages to change for the better (bit by bit, brick by brick) and let me tell you that’s COMMENDABLE. like listen this is a young man who’s been brainwashed into hating everything nina & the rest of kaz’s merry band of misfits stand for. he’s been taught nothing but hate hate and more hate and he manages to turn his back on those prejudices and he opened up so much and we got to see so much more of him in ck and we learned that he’s super kind and sweet and giving, and he’s so pure and wonderful and amazing. he also loves nina zenik A LOT which is smth i can get behind and relate to 100000%
- last but not least kuwei, who’s not ~an official~ member of kaz’s vip club (pity pity pity) but. he’s a gay poc (asian!!! the same as tamar&tolya from tgt so please don’t whitewash him, it’s unacceptable) who’s sassy but kind of laid back at the same time and his favourite pastime is to just chill in the back and pretend he’s not listening/doesn’t know the lingo but guess what?? boy is like an international spy bc he understands more than he lets on. he also lost his father (which kind of turned him into a living prize bc everybody wanted him for his knowledge & chemistry skills, like he could probably cook up a deadly virus in three minutes if he was feeling inspired that day - which never happened but still. it’s good to have options) and yet never complained about anything and he just let that drama unroll like 👀👂 I HATE DRAMA 🎧🔍📝 overall deserved better

yoi fic’s that deserve all the love

The Completed Ones:

Love at Nikiforov’s is the series or just Be My Chef, Yuuri by nerdlife4eva or @n3rdlif343va
Seriously, this fic and entire series gives me so much life, it made me cry. Its funny and sweet, sad and brilliant all at once. You should read it because Nerd is lovely and deserves all the love <3

Self Indulgence: A Ficlet by @h3llcat 
Alright so, it’s a Gamer AU and if you just know anything at all about gaming it’s worth a read, it’s funny and brilliant and I almost wanted to cry about how relatable it is. XP

Send Nudes by @voxane
It’s funny, embarrassing, cringe-worthy brilliance <3 Need I say more?

log in to love by spicyyuuri or @spicedsuga
This is literally one of my favourite fics of all time. It’s quirky and funny and just gwwaaah (*imitates Hinata Shoyo*) It’s Camboy AU with Yuuri and Phichit as camboy’s and it’s just good. Please give it all the love, I hate that I can only kudos things once *pouts*

Eyes on me by Nerd_Queen or @nerdqueensblogbitches
Okay, so maybe I have a happy place in my heart for Camboy AU’s but like, can you really blame me? It just makes sense. And so does Viktuuri. And this fic <3

Love and Glory by @persephoneggsy
To quote persephoneggsy “Do it for the smut”. I legit love this fic, it gives me so much life and just flat out makes me happy. It’s smut at it’s best <3

you can take off your clothes (long as you coming home) by @persephoneggsy
Victor has a boyfriend but get’s “friendly” with the beautiful stripper Eros… read it, you will not regret it :P

The Ongoing ones:

All Eyes on Me by Kizuna_Auri 
Ohh this fic… It’s Omegaverse, Camboy AU… like seriously, the combination is bloody illegal and it’s sin in writing. It’s up there as one of my all time fav’s although it hasn’t been updated in a little bit and it stopped at about the most heartbreaking chapter ending I have ever read so like… reading this shit is a must but like, do it with caution. 

MetalBoyProductions by @tootsonnewts 
Alright so here is my big not-so-secret-secret, I am seriously NOT a fan of Pliroy but I, of course, can make some exceptions for myself and this fic is for sure one of them. It’s funny, very in character and basically how I imagine the scenario would go down in it’s entirety. Trust me and go read it.

Crimson Haze by Kawaiiusagi or @kawaiiusagi2
This fic people, it’s just the Vampire AU you need in your life. Viktor as a Vampire Hunter with Yuuri as the Vampire King, seriously what in the world more could you ask for?

Midnight Lover by @voxofthevoid
Yep, two Vampire AU fic recs, one after another and so many worlds apart that I can’t tell you a similarity besides their use of vampires and well… angst but like, it’s vampires? what’d you expect. This fic is dark and sad and it hurts my heart like all the time but everytime it updates I have to literally stop what I am doing so I can read it. :S

Monochromatic by RayJay47 or @bigbearartstudent
This fic (and subsequent series) is so unique I bloody well can’t get enough of it. It’s a Soulmate AU where you see in black and white till you meet your soulmate and then colour burst’s into your life </3 #sendhelp

Crush by @punktsuki
So yeeeeah I am bias, she is my bestie but seriously we are besties for a reason. She writes good shit. Crush hasn’t been updated in awhile (breaking my angsty heart, seriously) but INSIDER SCOOP she will update it, I can at least promise i’ll make her do it if she wasn’t intending too XD sooo go read it (and her other stories, trust me with them too :P). Angsty punky Otayuri, Oh my anime heart. 

Game of Skates by tesoromano
This fic is technically not finished but you can read it anyway. It’s a groupchat fic and I actually cried hysterically from laughter reading it. I just want to give it all my love it’s actually fucking hysterical. 

For more information please refer to my own Ao3 and raid my bookmarks for more Yoi and some Haikyuu fics that will make your anime/fic heart happy <3 

Impulse (Jungkook)

Badboy AU
5484 Words 

Bad Boy Series: Namjoon/Seokjin/Yoongi/Hoseok/Jimin/Taehyung/Jungkook

The long awaited oneshot that I promised I’d post a week ago oops.

Summary: Jungkook keeps himself cool, calm and collected at all times yet around her, the want to throw away his facade is extremely tempting. He fears that if he acts on his feelings he will drag her into a lifestyle that he desperately wants to keep her out of.

Jungkook swallowed, gripping his thighs so hard he was sure he left angry red marks on them. Usually it was easy to ignore her but now that they were alone together, his senses heightened making him able to catch every time she licked her lips, heard every little sigh that escaped from her mouth and he swore that if he looked at her directly right now, he could probably count every single one of her eyelash.

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prompt: “you can’t keep doing this” + “did you ever love me? at all.” + “don’t ask me that” + “i wish i could hate you” 

pairing: tony x reader

word count: 3.5k+

warnings: minor swearing, angst

prompt list: click here

a/n: tony is my fav person in the world and i would do anything to protect him from pain, physical or emotional x

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“Yes, nana,” replied Teddy sleepily as he yawned. It was a warm summer morning and he wasn’t used to waking up this early during summer.

“You’ve got mail,” said Andromeda with a grin on her face. “Want to open it?”

“Is it–”

“I don’t know,” she said with her eyebrow raised. “You are eleven after all.”

Teddy jumped from his bed and ran to where Andy was standing with a letter in her hand, no sign of his exhaustion from mere minutes ago. He didn’t wait for her to stretch out the letter, he snatched from her, his eyes filled with wonder.

He turned the letter around and saw the crimson wax seal stamp with the Hogwarts emblem on it. He tore it carefully, afraid of hurting whatever was inside. He pulled out the letter and dropped the envelope on the floor.

Dear Mr. Lupin,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Teddy’s eyes grew twice the size and he looked up at his grandmother with such glee that Andromeda couldn’t help but get tears in her eyes.

“I wonder which house I’m going to be in,” he said as he read the letter once more. “I hope I’m in Gryffindor like my dad.”

“Well,” laughed Andy. “Your mum was a Hufflepuff and there’s nothing wrong with other houses, you know.”

“You were a Slytherin, right?”

“I sure was.”

“And Grandpa?”

“He was a Hufflepuff, too,” she replied as her eyes drifted off remembering the first time she saw Ted Tonks in 4th year with his yellow and purple scarf around his neck laughing at a joke one of his friends had told. “And you know Aunt Luna is a Ravenclaw.”

“I know but I’d rather be in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff,” he said with a sad face. “You know, like my parents.”

“The Sorting Hat is an incredible object dear,” said Andy with a soft smile. “I’m sure it will put you in the best house for you. So… pancakes for breakfast?”

“Yes!” exclaimed Teddy and he went back in his room to put his letter on his desk as his grandmother left for the kitchen. He then ran down the stairs to the kitchen hoping she was making the pancakes with magic. He wasn’t disappointed to find plates and eggs flying around the kitchen once he entered.

They spent their breakfast talking about Hogwarts and the houses. Andy explained how the school wasn’t the way it used to be anymore. How Slytherin was such a mess when she went to school but slowly got their reputation back. Teddy had always been interested in the Wizarding World but recently his curiosity over Hogwarts had been overwhelming which required Andy to tell the same stories over and over again but she wasn’t complaining. The way Teddy’s eyes shined with happiness was worth it.

“Nana,” began Teddy excitedly. “We should let Harry know that I got the letter!”

“Ah, you’re right.”

With that Andy summoned some parchment and a quill and wrote to Harry about Teddy’s letter. In five minutes, their owl had left the house to go to Godric’s Hollow.

“Now, I have something to show you,” said Andy as she sat down on their sofa in the living room and Teddy climbed next to her as he looked up at her expectedly. She was holding a very thick photo album in her hand. “Your grandpa liked taking pictures the muggle way.”

Teddy smiled and got comfortable next to his nana, he knew this was going to take some time but it was his favourite thing to do with Andy, looking at the old pictures of his mother.

“This album is from the day she got her letter and onwards,” she explained as she slid her fingers softly over the picture of her daughter. “Back when she still used black hair.”

“She looks like you when she has black hair,” pointed out Teddy looking longingly at her mother at the age of eleven. She was smiling at the letter she was holding in her hand. Teddy had seen many pictures of his mum with different hair colours but never with black.

“I always thought she looked more like Ted,” she said smiling at the memory of her daughter and husband. “You look like them a lot as well.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” she answered as she tapped on Teddy’s nose softly making the little boy giggle. “You are more like her than you can imagine and I’m not even talking about the metamorphmagus abilities you have.”

“This is from before we went to the King’s Cross to send her off,” sighed Andy. “We tried talking her out of it but she wasn’t having it. So she went to school with half purple and half yellow hair.”

Teddy was laughing at the picture and thinking about doing the same thing in his second year, it didn’t matter which house he was in.

“I’m going to do it, too,” he said finally after he stopped laughing and Andy rolled her eyes.

“Of course you are,” she teased. “Like mother like son, right?”

They didn’t talk for a while after that and kept looking at the pictures. They weren’t moving like regular pictures did but Teddy appreciated them still. Andy explained when the pictures were from every now and then but other than that both of them were lost in their thoughts. It was such a heavy burden for a eleven year old Andy thought but she showed the pictures she had. She thought Teddy deserved to know who his parents were and Andy was one of the few people who can show him. She wasn’t going to deny him that.

“Her face stays the same all the time though,” said Teddy.

“I loved her for that,” replied Andy with a small laugh. “Her eyes and her hair changed all the time. She did it unintentionally when she was a baby so even I don’t know what colour her eyes are but she never changed the way she looked permanently even though she could.”

“I would never do that either,” said Teddy proudly. “Do you know what colour my eyes were?”

“No dear,” admitted Andy. “The moment you looked into your dad’s eyes, they turned amber and changed every time someone you liked held you.”

“Oh,” mumbled Teddy. “I like amber though.”

“I like amber, too,” she agreed smiling warmly at Teddy. “When you have my pale grey eyes you look so much like your Uncle Sirius, like you do right now.”

Andromeda got lost in the memory of his cousin and how much he would have loved Teddy. Teddy looked like Sirius but was more like Regulus on the inside and the memory of the younger Black boy turned Andy’s stomach upside down. Even since she found out what he did, she couldn’t stop thinking about how she didn’t do enough to save him or how Sirius died not knowing what his little brother did. Andy shook his head in an attempt to get rid of these thoughts in her head.

They were slowly coming to the end of the album. As she was looking at all the pictures of her daughter with her friends and family, she saw a drop of water fall down on the album. She lifted her head up to Teddy and gasped unwillingly as her eyes filled up with tears.

“Teddy,” she whispered softly. “You don’t have to try to hold it in when you are with me, you don’t ever have to do that.”

“I just–”

“I know dear,” she confessed. “I know photographs aren’t enough. I know it will never be enough and I’m sorry.”

“I just wish I could show them my letter,” said Teddy. “I wish she could share my excitement with me and tell me I will be a Hufflepuff no matter what Dad says.”

Teddy looked guilty for some reason but Andy thought she would let him do the talking, she never tried to make him feel better when he was crying because she never knew what to say.

“I love you, nana,” he continued through his hiccups. “I love you so much but I miss them, too.”

“Never think I will replace them Teddy, not Harry not me. We will never try to.”

“I’m so lucky to have you but I just wish I had them as well,” sobbed Teddy, his head on his grandmother’s chest as she stroked his pick hair softly.

“Me, too, Teddy,” sighed Andromeda. “All of us do.”


“I came as soon as I saw the–” began Harry but stopped cold in his tracks. “Teddy your hair…”

“What?” said Teddy before he ran to the mirror. He had bubblegum pink hair that looked fluorescent with his pale skin. “I didn’t– I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“You look so much like her,” babbled Harry as he looked at his godson with so much wonder in his eyes. “It suits you Teddy.”

“I-I can’t look in the mirror like this everyday,” he said as he pressed his palms on his eyes. “I need to change it, it’s like seeing her. I can’t do that.”

He closed his eyes and focused on changing his hair to whatever colour, he didn’t care he just wanted it to change. When he opened his eyes he had bright blue hair and he thought it was a good tribute to his mother without giving him so much pain.

“I think this is better,” he smiled a little after he saw the concern in his godfather and nana’s eyes.

“Yes it is,” replied Andy as he hugged him tightly. “You are such a strong boy Teddy, I don’t know where the Sorting Hat will place but I feel like he’s going to have a hard time.”

“I think purple would look amazing on you,” grinned Harry before he kneeled down to give Teddy a hug. “However, any house would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks Harry,” he mumbled.

“Now, I want to see your letter, can you go and get it for me?” he asked and Teddy’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Of course,” he replied before running off to his room.

Harry took the time to bring some water for Andromeda and sit down on the couch with her.

“Are you okay, Andy?”

“It hurts me to see how much pain he goes through every time we do something like this,” she explained. “But he wants to do it, I don’t know what to do. Maybe I shouldn’t do this for a while.”

“No Andy,” objected Harry softly. “I think it’s a part of the healing process. I would have given anything to know more about my parents even if it gave me pain.”

“You’re right,” said Andy wiping away the tears from her eyes just as Teddy ran into the room and jumped on Harry’s lap with the letter. Harry read the letter intently and gave it back to Teddy.

“So I was wondering if I could come to the Diagon Alley with you guys when you go. We can visit Uncle George and eat ice cream,” offered Harry to a grinning Teddy. Teddy lifted his eyes up to his grandmother to ask for approval.

“Well of course you could Harry,” said Andy before smiling warmly at the both of them.

“We can even look at brooms,” Harry whispered to Teddy and he giggled in response.

“No,” came the voice of Andy from the kitchen and Harry winked at Teddy making him go into a giggling fit and the sound of it made Andy feel better in a matter of seconds.

  • okay but elias woke up a little later today - he wasn’t planning on meeting the boys until much later - and he’s surprised when he runs into sana, smuggling food from the kitchen into her bedroom. she’s still in her pyjamas and she isn’t wearing any make up or anything, which, well, it’s nearly 1pm. so it’s a bit odd, especially for her.
  • elias asks her if she’s okay, and why she’s still in her pyjamas. and sana just shrugs and says, quite aggressively, “you’re still in your pyjamas.” and sometimes elias would bite back, tease her, but he also knows when to draw the line. and he can just see that sana’s not in the mood, so he just says, “any plans today?”
  • sana stares at him and shrugs, says, “nei”, then makes her way into her room, shutting the door, and elias leaves her be for a little bit. but a few hours later, elias notices she still hasn’t left her bedroom, which is kind of unlike sana. so he knocks on her door. 
  • she lets him in, but she’s kind of irritated; elias ignores it and says, “what’re you up to?” as he plonks himself on sana’s bed (which causes sana to sigh irritably, but she shuffles a little to give him space to get comfy anyway).
  • “nothing,” sana says irritably; dismissively. elias just looks at her and says, “okay” and waits to see if she elaborates. when she doesn’t, he says, “what was all that about last night?”
  • sana raises her eyebrows. “i’m allowed to have friends around, elias,” she snaps. “you do all the time.”
  • “yeah, but mine don’t drink in the house, and there’s never twenty of us,” elias replies fairly, but not unkindly. he looks at her, notices how deflated she seems, how upset she looks, and so he just says, “is everything okay?”
  • “yes,” sana says quickly. “everything’s fine.” which - okay, okay, sana isn’t in the mood for talking. that’s fine. so, elias says, “how about a movie?”
  • sana looks at him, frowning, and says, “what movie?”, and elias tells her that there’s this film on today, the one they used to watch all the time when they were little. and sana, despite herself, smiles at the memory, and laughs when elias does a (very bad) impression of one of the main characters. and elias thinks there is nothing that makes him quite as proud as when he makes his baby sister laugh.
  • they end up reheating leftovers from the other night and sit cross-legged on the sofa together, watching this film, which is funny but kind of cheesy and not actually as good as either of them remember it being, but it’s okay, because sana’s smiling a lot more now; seems more content.
  • elias’ phone rings just as the films ending and shit, time got away from him; he’d agreed to see the boys today. he picks up the phone and starts talking to them, to adam, and says, “just come over to mine, man, it’s chill, my parents are–” but then he catches sana’s expression; it’s small, subtle, the way her eyes fall to her lap and she prods at her food a little disinterestedly. maybe other people wouldn’t notice it, but elias does. so, he says, “actually, guys, sorry, film without me today, i forgot i made other plans.”
  • the boys erupt into indignant shouts about loyalty and how important their youtube channel is, but elias silences them, hangs up the phone, and sana says, “what other plans do you have?”
  • “well, they made a sequel to this film, and i think it’s stupid that neither of us have seen it”. and okay, he expects that to make sana smile, but instead she frowns and says, “but they aren’t airing the sequel at the moment.” so elias rolls his eyes, then says, “we’ll just have to find something else to watch, then.” and sana looks at him for a moment before rolling her eyes and saying, “okay. find something, then.”
  • she may not have said it, but she didn’t need to, because elias can already tell that sana’s feeling just that little bit better. and he’s so glad to see it, because he really hates seeing sana upset; can’t stand it, because despite how much he teases her, he truly does think there’s no one in the world who deserves happiness quite as much as his sister. and maybe that’s why, when they squabble over the last portion of food, elias lets sana have it. just this once.

january fic recs

I decided to put together a little list of what I’ve been reading this month!! I wish I read more, but I have really been focusing on writing since I go back to university in February!

❥ The Essence Thief by wrienne (AO3)

⇢ taehyung x reader, jimin x reader
⇢ highschool!au, gumiho!tae, mystery, korean mythology
⇢ Listen!! I absolutely adore this fic!! The parts are always long, and the author has built such an intricate world and built up the characters so well!! Also I’m an absolute sucker for gumiho!Tae. This is one of my favourite ongoing fics right now and I definitely recommend!! She updates very often and with long chapters too!!

❥ He got beef by oknana (AO3)

⇢ jimin x reader, jungkook x reader
⇢ roommate!au, college!au
⇢ Honestly this is one of the funniest things I have ever read. It’s so witty, and just hits the comedic mark for me every time. I love it!! I definitely recommend, it’s completed too I think so you don’t have to worry about updates!!

#CODEBTS# by @yminie

⇢ series; fic for each member
⇢ mafia!au, gang!au, smut (in finale!)
⇢ I was there when she threw first the idea around and I watched as she structured this incredible universe from one little thought/concept and I’m so proud!! And impressed!! Each little mini fic leads to the finale (Jin’s fic) and is woven in so perfectly and seamlessly, I’ll never ever stop being impressed!! Also, knowing how hard she worked on this, I can definitely say it’s paid off!!

Little Dove by @yminie

⇢ taehyung x reader
⇢ wolf!au, mates/soulmates, smut
⇢ I will adore this till the day I die because it’s so beautiful and yet another creation that she worked so hard on that hard work truly paid off!! The storyline, the smut, everything is always so good in her works and !!! There’s something magical and alluring about this one, so definitely read if you haven’t already!!

Ivory Paws by @yminie

⇢ yoongi x reader
⇢ shifter!au, roommate!au?, smut
⇢ !!!!!!! this was long awaited!! I adore it!! She truly works so hard on all of her fics and I will never stop hyping them because she absolutely deserves all the recognition for the masterpieces she churns out in so little time!! I love how Yoongi was in this, and shifter/hybrid fics are always going to have a special place in my heart!

Pyramids by @endearkim

⇢ taehyung x reader
⇢ pharaoh!au, pharaoh!taehyung
⇢ this blew up and for good reason!! her writing always draws you in, its poetic and magnetic and always incredible!! I’m always hanging in for the next part of this, and I know u have all probably read it already but if not definitely check it out!! although I’m sure you’d end up there one way or another :)

❥ Sweeter Than Sweet by @gimmesumsuga /aramina89 (AO3)

⇢ jimin x reader, yoongi x reader ??
⇢ vampire!au, smut!!!!!
⇢ ok ngl @yminie got me hooked on this!! its incredible, she writes amazing and although its mainly jimin & yoongi x reader, there’s smut with almost every member so honestly this is a fic that feed you really well!! on top of that she has a way of structuring dynamics and relationships that i find just flows so well and so beautifully, scenes seamlessly transfer and grow from one to the next and its the same with the plot!! This is an amazing fic and I’m always ready for more whenever she drops it!! <3

Part of Your World by @readyplayerhobi

⇢ jimin x reader
⇢ little mermaid!au, mermaid!au
⇢ I adore this so much!!! Another writing style that is just so beautiful I completely get carried away, and the way she constructed this fic is honestly just magical!!! the pacing is great and I adore how she has structured and created the character of each member, the internal dilemmas and external stimulus– I still need to get completely caught up but I love everything about this!! I don’t think I can sing enough praise!!

Starfire by @readyplayerhobi

⇢ hoseok x reader
⇢ sci fi, space!au, alien!au
⇢ If you liked wanted then I’d say definitely give this a read!! She writes the genre amazing, constructing worlds and scenes and concepts much better and much for fluidly than I ever could!! I need to catch up on this too, but I love how she’s written everything so far!! tbh im also such a fan of jimin in this, even though I already love how this is feeding my hobi thirst!!

The Leather Loafers by @jimlingss

⇢ seokjin x reader
⇢ cinderella!au, prince!jin
⇢ I love this!! so much!!! I adore how seamlessly it ran together, and the completely original spin on the idea!!! It was so funny and cute and honestly just perfect, a fic that left me feeling warm and fuzzy and completely satisfied!! I love how she wrote mc and I love how she wrote Jin!! I definitely recommend!! I feel bad cause I haven’t had a chance to read more of her works yet but mark my words I will get there!!

Princess, or a Queen? by @kitten-dont

⇢ jungkook x reader
⇢ hybrid!au, sub!jungkook, smut
⇢ originally we were going to write this as a collab but I let her loose on it and I’m so proud of the outcome!!! She tore through it so fast, and did a really good job!! I’m always a sucker for hybrid aus and bunny jk, and she really outdid herself on this!! be sure to check it out because it’s worth it :)

I think there are more I read this month that I also recommend, but I can’t remember them right now so if I do I’ll definitely add them to another post for next month!! I hope you guys enjoy reading what I have! 

Too Late?

Request: Anonymous-  can you write something about harry being in a relationship with camille while he’s in love with y/n

A/N: Not my best one, having serious writer’s block :( 

Word Count: 1.35k words

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader


He looked at her from his spot by the fireplace at his mum’s place, the way she was laughing and talking with his mum. The way she got along so well with his other family members. She still takes his breathe away. Beside him his girlfriend, Camille, was saying something, but he couldn’t bring to himself to pay attention to her. Instead he spent whole night looking over her, but in a way that was not too suspicious.

Harry and Y/N were friends long before Harry entered the showbiz world, they’ve been best friends since they were in high school.

Y/N was there holding his hand tightly the day of his x-factor audition. Back in the days he just saw her as a friend, but with each passing years, more on his 1D tour days he realized how much he’s in love with you.

But he didn’t say anything. Reason? That cliche situation he didn’t want to ruin the friendship. He also thought she deserved someone who will always be with her, not someone who’s always touring. Not someone who’s always on the other side of the world majority of the year.

He thought he’s not good enough for her.

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Here we have my first imagine of the year! Enjoy it! Hope you all have a wonderful 2018 and may all of your wishes come true! (Sorry for grammar, spell mistakes and typos. This handsome picture doesn’t belong to me!!!) 

Y/N is lying comfortably on her bed in nothing but her underwear, her body being steadied on her elbows and she scrolls through social media while waiting for Harry who’s taking a shower at the moment to join her to go to sleep. Her Instagram feed is full of pictures of her boyfriend that many accounts she follows post almost on daily basis -24/7 to be exact. Some of them are quite new while others are from many years ago. Especially the captions make her chuckle a lot because she can relate to the way the fans feel about Harry. Sometimes it is even hard for her to believe she belongs to him and he belongs to her and Y/N still cannot figure out how she has managed to steal the heart of a successful British artist who’s being loved by the entire world.

The support she gets from the fandom is incredible. From the first moment they have made their relationship official- not without discussing the pros and cons about their decision- Y/N had been struggling with fear that nobody would ever love or accept her but the fandom has proven her wrong. Before she could even blink fan accounts have been created and they were given a cute ship name. Y/N is stunned by the whole attention she gets, sometimes it is quite overwhelming.

A chuckle leaves her mouth as she stumbles across a ‘fetus Harry’ post. These are her favourite posts from all because Harry was all cute, freaky and carefree when he was a teenager. Once in a while she wishes she had met him back then because 16-year old Harry had been someone she definitely would have loved hanging out with even though she loves the mature and handsome one more.

She stares at his young features, the genuine and cheeky dimpled smile he offers, the gleaming of his forest green eyes, the softness his curly hair spreads and she just want to run her fingers through it. If she had a time travel machine she wouldn’t hesitate to use it and instantly would jump back to the year 2010 where Harry’s career has started. Maybe even a bit before that.

The funny thing is that Harry knows about her passion for his younger self. She always makes it kinda obvious and he didn’t miss to see her collection of old photos she hides in a large box for him to be unseen. Harry has grinned as he had discovered the large amount of pictures he is not supposed to look at.

A sigh leaves her lips as suddenly she feels a strong and firm touch on her hip as someone’s body plops down right next to her with a loud thud.

“What have I done to deserve seeing you like this, sexy girl?” His low voice whispers seductively into her ear, referring to her wearing only under garments.

Y/N takes a glimpse of him and it leaves her almost breathless. No matter how much she has already seen him in that state, it never fails to amaze her how beautiful he is indeed. His hair is slightly wet from the shower he has taken earlier and he wears nothing but a boxer so she has a good view on his bare muscled upper body, covered with his black inked tattoos. The butterfly is her favourite.

What she doesn’t know is that she has the exact same effect on Harry when she is half naked in front of him. His heart would thump strongly between his rips and he would stare at her as she was a goddess that she definitely is.

Y/N cheeks flush lightly as her eyes meet his and the loving gaze he is offering her. “Hi beautiful.”  

He pushes a strand of hair softly behind her ear so her neck is clearly exposed to him. The fresh scent of his shower gel hits her nostrils and captures her all of her senses. It reminds her of the ocean.

“What are you doing?” Harry asks.

Y/N shrugs her shoulders. “Nothing much.  I’m just scrolling through Instagram and look at your pictures that bless my feed.”

Harry laughs at her remark. “Do you like them at least?”

“A lot. You have a pretty face but you probably know that already.”

“No I don’t but I know someone who has a prettier face than mine.” He says, scurrying closer to her body. Her eyes flutter shut as she can feel his warm breath on her neck and his soft lips that please her skin with sensual kisses. “You, darling.”

They’re together for almost a year and Y/N is still not used to the compliments he is offering her. She really appreciates his attempts to show his love for her but she hates that she always blushes until she is red like a tomato. And Harry seems to like it, otherwise he wouldn’t compliment her almost every day. He loves the way she tries to avoid his gaze because she’s too flustered to look at him afterwards. It’s absolutely adorable in his opinion.

His hand trails the way up and down her back, causing goose bumps to develop on her skin. Y/N enjoys his sweet touch on her back and closes her eyes in relaxation. Then she opens them again and focuses on her Instagram feed. Harry of course cannot have her not giving him her attention, that’s why he tries to rip her phone out of her hand.

“Harry, stop.” Y/N warns him, but he obviously doesn’t listen to her. Every second he’s with her is spending precious time and he wants to fully enjoy it. And a simple device will not hold him back.

“You’ve been on your phone enough, now give me some attention, love.” His lips form into a pout and he looks like an offended child.

“Give me a minute.” Y/N says, but then she’s suddenly shoved onto her back and finds Harry hovering over her.

“One minute is too much, love…” He almost growls, taking her phone out of her hand and placing it onto the night table beside her. Then, he intertwines their hands and rests them on each side of her head before he eases down. Their chests almost touch and Y/N can feel the heat radiating out of his body.

Harry is always looking for ways to be close to her, no matter if it’s just a silly thing like her being on her phone. It shows how much his life is dependent on her because if he lost her, oh hell, he wouldn’t know how to live anymore.

Their faces are a few centimetres away from each other.  His green eyes stare at hers, changing sweet declarations of love. Harry then leans in and connects their lips to a kiss and closes the gap. Every time their lips meet, it’s another experience for both of them. Every kiss is different from the other and there is always a different meaning behind it. They share happy kisses, sad kisses, longing kisses but sometimes even angry kisses.

Harry slightly shoves his tongue into her mouth, wordlessly asking for her permission to enter. She opens her mouth and invites his wet muscle with her own, their tongues dancing and their breaths mixing with each other.  They let go of her their hands so Harry can support himself on his elbows to feel more of Y/N and she slings on arm around his neck and her other hands wanders through the back of his head. Chests are being pressed tightly against each other so that Harry can feel her and Y/N can feel his heartbeat and it is the purest feeling ever. They are completely wrapped in each other’s arms and there is no other place they want to be. Home is in Y/N’s arms. Home is in Harry’s arms. Nowhere else. Their kiss continues until there is no air in their lungs anymore and they reluctantly have to pull away.

Harry buries his face in the crook of Y/N’s neck, spreading little pecks on the soft skin. He’s so affectionate with her, Y/N could melt down.

“Pay me attention, love.” Harry murmurs.

“Attention?” Y/N questions, a quick idea rushing through her mind. “ I’m gonna give you attention.”

And with a swift motion, Harry lands on his back and before he can realise what happening right now, Y/N is already straddling his hips. A cheeky smile adorns her beautiful face and that means only one thing.

“Y/N, don’t you dare!” He warns, holding her hands in his and desperately shoving them away from his body.

“What are you talking about? I’m just giving you some attention. Don’t you want my attention?” The young woman looks at him innocently.

“I know what you’re-“  And a loud laughter escapes his throat as he feels her tickling his sides, interrupting his speech. Her fingers work their way up and down his torso, tickling every sensitive spot on him and he tries to wiggle out of her grip but no way, Y/N has him under her control. His hips and his armpits are his weakness and Y/N especially concentrates on those areas.

It makes her happy to hear his laughter because he barely lets out a genuine laugh, makes her happy to see how he would close his eyes shut and how he would try to fight her. He is the most beautiful man she has ever seen in the entire time of her existence.

“S-stop p-please!” Harry screams in despair, still laughing and even though Y/N wants to torture him a bit more with her assault, she lets him go. Poor Harry is totally out of breath, his chest lifts and falls rapidly. Y/N leans down contently to peck the tip of his nose and then she lets herself fall down next to him, cuddling against his side.

“Y-you’re gonna pay for that.” Harry breathes tiredly, making her chuckle.

“Sure, babe.”

 Which part did you like more? The kissing part or the tickling part?

For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. (( yo it’s 1:47am))
Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mind until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.


littlekit  asked:

Hey there! I’m an aspiring dope lady seeking fiction written by dope ladies, so it seems natural to ask you, a dope lady who writes: what are some of your favorites, old or new?

Oh boy

Old favourites

  • The Blazing World - Margaret Cavendish. Look. I’ll level with you here. This is weird. There are parts of this which are like wading through lexical porridge. The plot is literally a self insert fanfic where the author travels to a parallel universe in which everything is made of jewels and the residents are talking animals who love her for her astonishing intelligence. The reason I’m recommending this is that it was written in 1666, and Margaret Cavendish was kind of a badass. Is she one of the greatest writers of all time? No. Is she one of the most dedicated and passionate writers in the Western canon? Absolutely. Not only is this book a pretty decent starting point for the sci fi genre as we recognise it today, it also includes the ever accurate line ‘Conquerors seldom enjoy their conquest, for they being feared more than loved, most commonly come to an untimely end.’ (Her grammar was… not great.) So, y’know. She did know what she was talking about. Read it. Let the spirit of Margaret flow through you as you challenge the patriarchy and do all the shit you’ve been told is unladylike.
  • If Not, Winter - Sappho, tr. Anne Carson. Sappho is the poet. Anne Carson is the translator. And by ‘the’, I mean that they are each singularly the best. No other ancient poet I’ve read has captured what it means to love like Sappho did. No translator has managed to toe the line between authenticity and poetry like Anne Carson does. The poetry in this collection is raw, in the least pretentious sense of the word. Some of the poems are only fragments, two or three words, but the fact that they still resonate says something about the strength of them. Top quote: ‘someone will remember us / I say / even in another time’.
  • The Tale of Genji - Murasaki Shikibu. Right, so, this book is absolutely gigantic, and I have not read it all. My edition is 1,224 pages. I could build a house out of copies of this book and be pretty warm in winter. However, I’m recommending it here because it’s a book that was written in 11th century Japan, and which has been enormously influential in shaping the novel and how we read books even today. We often think of novels as being a very Western innovation, sometimes even a Western invention, but that’s not the case at all. People throughout history and across myriad cultures have put their thoughts down on paper and constructed a plot. Shikibu’s novel is part psychological drama, part court romance, part social commentary - all things we still read today. It’s a big read, but it holds up almost unnervingly well. Top quote: ‘Real things in the darkness seem no realer than dreams’. You could read that in a modern work of literary fiction and you wouldn’t bat an eyelid. Shikibu knew the human condition.
  • Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl - Harriet Jacobs. So, this is a very hard read, and honestly it is not for everyone. It’s an autobiography published in 1861 and written by a woman who had been a slave but managed to escape. I think that one of the key things that leads me to recommend this particular book is the fact that it directly addressed white women and asked them to think about what slavery meant and how inhumane it was. White women are fairly often exonerated as innocent bystanders who would have abolished slavery if only they’d had the political sway to do so, and this book reminds us that they were equally culpable, benefitting just as much from slavery as white men did. Even the publication history of the book is testament to the lack of power that people like Jacobs had; even though ostensibly free, her book was used as a tool of propaganda by white abolitionists when her publishers refused to print her book unless she could get a preface written by one. Jacobs refused, and her book was later printed by another company. It shows the white saviour complex very well, I feel. Top quote: ‘There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.’
  • Passing - Nella Larsen. A bit of an overlooked one, this, because Larsen wasn’t recognised particularly in her lifetime and it’s only now that her novels are being retrospectively placed into the literary canon. This book is a novel about two African American women and is set in New York in the 1920s. Both women are able to pass as white, but each makes a different choice about doing so; one lives her life as a black woman and claims a white identity only when it offers her protection, and the other rejects her black identity and passes for white entirely. Added to that is a whole foreboding sense of jealousy and resentment between the two women and their different circumstances. It’s a complicated book and it deals with themes that are difficult to unpack, but it’s still hugely resonant. Top quote: ‘I feel like the oldest person in the world with the longest stretch of life before me.’
  • When Love is Blind – Mary Burchell. Is this a great work of literature? No. Is it a Mills & Boon book about a woman who runs a man over with her car, causes him to go blind, and then falls in love with his piano playing? Yes. Is Mary Burchell one of the most badass women of all time? Also yes. Mary Burchell is a penname for Ida Cook, who I wrote about in more detail here, but to summarise her ridiculous, wonderful story – Ida Cook was an opera fanatic who wrote romance novels to fund her covert mission to smuggle Jewish refugees’ belongings out of Germany and reunite them with the refugees who had fled persecution and needed to prove their financial means in order to establish their lives in Britain. Her books are ridiculous. She was ridiculous. You must read her books. Top quote: ‘This is the moment of truth between us.’

New favourites

  • Girl Hearts Girl - Lucy Sutcliffe. This book is goshdang dope as all heck because it’s a memoir geared towards young people who are struggling with their sexuality and who haven’t come to terms with a queer / LGBT+ identity yet. Lucy never talks down to her readers and it doesn’t come off as some kind of morality tale; rather it’s like being spoken to by an old pal or a mentor figure. I honestly wish I’d had books like this as a young person. It validates all the concerns that young people have and also helps to ease them. Top quote: ‘Us LGBT folk are courageous. By coming out, we are saying that we’re ready to face any negative consequences that come our way. It’s an act of defiance, an act of pride, and it’s something that should be applauded, not silenced.’
  • The Colour Purple - Alice Walker. Not sure there’s much I can say about this one that hasn’t already been said by people far better versed than me 400 times already, but this one is a must read. It just is. No other novel I’ve read compares to it in terms of character development, use of the epistolary form, and its handling of genuinely disturbing themes. Walker uses language like few people can, representing characters with different degrees of literacy but never making the book a slog. I’m a fairly committed atheist, but this book introduced me to ways of thinking about spirituality and religion that have influenced how I think about theology. I won’t go into the plot here because I honestly think it’s better to go into this one knowing as little as possible. Top quote: ‘Have you ever found God in church? I never did. I just found a bunch of folks hoping for him to show.’
  • The Icarus Girl - Helen Oyeyemi. So, Oyeyemi does this thing where she writes a stunning, flawless book, and then absolutely goofs up the ending. I need to get that out there immediately because it’s a very real issue with all the books I’ve read by her, and it means that this recommendation comes with a necessary warning. You won’t get the payoff from any of her books that the build-up promises. However, I still think that this one deserves all the recommendations I can give it. Oyeyemi wrote it when she was still at high school, and you honestly wouldn’t know it to read it. The plot focuses on a young girl, Jessamy, who goes to Nigeria with her mother to reconnect with her heritage. Whilst there, she meets a strange girl around her age, and their bizarre, eerie relationship is at the core of the book. Oyeyemi does foreboding and creepy like no-one else, and one scene in particular gave me actual nightmares. It’s incredible that she wrote this so young, because it’s phenomenally well written. Top quote: ‘Could it be that simple? I scream because I have no twin.’
  • Sorry to Disrupt the Peace – Patty Yumi Cottrell. Probably my favourite book. I’ve never read a book with a better narrative voice. The plot follows Helen Moran, a pretty delusional character, whose adopted brother commits suicide, and she becomes obsessed with determining the cause. It’s one of those books that will make you burst out with unexpected laughter one minute (the phrase ‘monster shit’ got me good) and then 10 minutes later you’ll find yourself welling up. It’s a goddamn journey, this one. Moran is one of those characters who sticks with you. Top quote: ‘My point is, how is anyone supposed to live with anything?
  • But You Did Not Come Back – Marceline Loridan-Ivens. Another one that I have to recommend with a warning, because this is, in parts, incredibly distressing. Loridan-Ivens is a Jewish Holocaust survivor whose father was murdered in Auschwitz, where she was also sent. This book is written as a letter to her father, telling him the things she would have told him had he survived, and asking questions about what happened to him that will never be answered. It also serves as a treatment of loss in general, as she also writes about the death of her husband and how his loss brought back her grief for her father. The writing here is just beautiful. It’s a short read, but it lingers. Every sentence stays in you. Loridan-Ivens is admirable because she survived and then went on to lead the kind of life that few people manage, and create a work that I think epitomises the human cost of hatred better than most. Top quote: ‘I had so little time to save enough of you within me.’
  • Hunger – Roxane Gay. I had a hard time getting into Roxane Gay. The first thing I read by her was Difficult Women, which I found repetitive and disappointing. This book, though? This book changed me. I want to read it every day and never again. It’s a memoir of sorts, focusing on Gay’s relationship with food and her body, and the traumatic incident that shaped how she responded to her own physicality. It is harrowing and difficult, but it’s a truly vital book. It’s also one of the most beautiful I’ve ever read. The language here is just beyond anything else that exists. Top quote: ‘This is the body I made.
  • Wishful Drinking – Carrie Fisher. I can’t make a list of dope women authors and not include Carrie Fisher. It’s actually against the law. If you’re going to read any of her work – which you should – I recommend this one. It’s better than her novels, which I found a bit patchy and shallow. This is one of her memoirs, and it mostly covers the difficulties that come with having parents who are great at being celebrities and pretty piss poor at being anything else. Fisher could turn a phrase like nobody’s business, and there are enough aphorisms in here to rival Oscar Wilde. The only issue I have with her memoirs is that they are all pretty similar; I’ve read them all, and if you’re going to, you should space them out. This is my personal favourite. Top quote: ‘I wanted to be less, so I took more.’
  • We Should All Be Feminists – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Adichie has had some bad press lately for a few quotes about the universality, or lack thereof, of female experience, and I’m not going to go into that here; it’s not my place to talk about it, as a white cis woman. That said, I think it’s important not to silence her. She is one of the few black female voices who’s been allowed to use the platform she’s earnt, and I think it does her a great disservice to silence her. This book is very short; it’s more of an essay than a book, but that doesn’t mean it packs any less of a punch. The key theme is how issues of toxic masculinity are detrimental to men and women alike, and there’s some interesting stuff in here about gender politics in Nigeria that I was completely unaware of. Adichie has a way of writing that makes you want to act, and I think this one should be required reading. Top quote: ‘Culture does not make people. People make culture.’
  • The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet – Becky Chambers. A space     opera! With multiple characters of colour! And multiple queer characters! How! Is! This! Real! Fanaticism aside, I absolutely adored this. I would  read thousands of pages in this universe. There’s a sequel already out and a third in the works, and I can’t wait to read them. This was a special book, the kind that makes you believe that we’re already in space and that everything written is true. It has a unique authenticity to it and I think it speaks about what it means to be human in really exciting ways. If you’re not usually a sci fi fan, read this anyway. It’s just great. It really is. Top quote: ‘The people we remember are the ones who decided how our maps should be drawn. Nobody remembers who built the roads.’ 
  • I Was Told to Come Alone – Souad Mekhennet. Mekhennet is a journalist who managed to gain unprecedented access to figures in the world of Islamic extremism, and this book is a non-fiction account of her attempts to understand how a religion that she knew well could be used in ways that she couldn’t explain. Honestly, she’s kind of a superhero. The risks she took to understand can’t be overstated. Her life was constantly in danger. The resulting book doesn’t just explain how religious doctrine can be twisted for terrible uses, but also how perpetual alienation and othering of minorities is liable to create a greater divide, and how that divide can lead to extreme thinking. The perspective that Mekhennet is able to offer, both as a woman with a Muslim background and as someone who was able to have face to face conversations with people involved in extremism, is eye-opening. Top quote: ‘As I’d seen over and again, people who see themselves as victims sometimes don’t notice when they become oppressors.’

That’s not an exhaustive list by any means, but I think it’s a good starting point! Any other recommendations, people?

Brad imagine - a fan defends you

Requested by an anon

Your eyes are fixed on Brad, watching as he talks to a group of fans on the street. You smile softly, seeing Brad and the fans all laugh and smile together. You feel slightly jealous that you’re so awkward around new people and can’t really join into the conversation, but it makes you happy seeing Brad interacting with fans. That’s one of your favourite things about him—how he treats and acts around his fans.

“You’re Y/N, right?” a girl says, looking to be a little younger than you.

You smile and nod. “Yup, that’s me.”

“You don’t deserve Brad,” she says suddenly, startling you by the bitterness in her voice.

You frown and glance to him. You can tell that he didn’t hear the girl. She was speaking lowly, and the two of you are a little away from the crowd. “I’m sorry?”

She frowns and folds her arms over her chest. “You’re just using him for his fame. You don’t deserve to date him. He’s way too good for you.”

Your frown gets larger and you feel an anxious feeling starting to form in your stomach. You hate confrontation and arguing in person. “Um … I don’t … I’m not using him for fame.”

“Yeah right.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You’re not pretty, you’re not talented, and you’re not a nice person. You don’t have anything going for you, so you’re obviously trying to use Brad to make yourself liked and popular. Well, it’s not working.”

You bite your lip and look at Brad, hoping he’ll come over and save you from his horrible conversation. He’s still engrossed in his conversation, though. “I’m not using him for fame or popularity. I’m not using him at all. I love him.”

The girl laughs. “Whatever. I doubt he loves you back. How could anyone?”

“Hey,” another voice says from behind you. “Leave her alone.”

You look over and see another girl, this one looking older than the other, standing with her arms folded over her chest.

“This doesn’t concern you,” the first girl says.

“It concerns all of us fans,” the second girl replies. “As fans, we need to love and support the boys, no matter what they do and who they date. Y/N is a really nice person. She’s so sweet to everyone, and she’s so talented and passionate about her hobbies. She’s also so gorgeous, so stop picking on her and leave her alone.”

The other girl looks stunned, as if she didn’t expect to be called out. She opens her mouth but says nothing.

“If you don’t like Y/N, just keep your mouth shut and don’t associate with her. Nobody’s forcing you to like her, but you should at least respect her.” The new girl gives you a small smile. “I think Brad is really lucky to have Y/N. She makes him extremely happy.”

You feel your cheek heat up and you smile slightly. “Thank you.”

The first girl huffs and walks off angrily, obviously at a loss for words.

“Thank you,” you say again. “It was really nice of you to say those things.”

“No problem,” the girl says, grinning. “It’s our job as fans to protect The Vamps and their friends and families.”

You smile. “What’s your name?”

“Laura,” she says.

“Do you have a twitter?”

She nods and tells you her username.

You smile. “I’ll tell the boys what happened, and they can follow you.”

Her eyes grow wide and she smiles widely at you. “Oh my god, really?! Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome. It’s the least I can do for standing up for me.”

Brad goes over to you and puts his hand onto your lower back. “Hey babe. Everything okay over here?”

You nod, smiling over at Laura. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Laura and I were just talking.”

Laura smiles and waves. “Hello again.”

Brad grins. “Hey. I saw another girl here. Where’d she go?”

You open your mouth to speak, but Laura speaks first. “I told her to stop being rude to Y/N and she left.”

Brad’s smile falls and he looks at you. “What was she saying?”

“It’s not important,” you mumble. “She was just being kind of ignorant and rude. It’s fine, it’s been handled thanks to Laura.”

Brad looks at her, a look of gratitude on his face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Laura says, smiling sweetly. “It’s the least I can do after all that you and the boys have done for us.”

“I’m happy to know that there are some fans who don’t hate Y/N,” he says softly.

You bite your lip and take his hand, giving it a small squeeze.

Laura smiles. “I have to get going, but it was so lovely meeting you, Brad. Thank you for the pictures, and thank you for being so kind.” She looks at you. “I’m glad I ran into you, too.”

You give her a smile. “Likewise.”

She looks at Brad one last time before walking off.

“You know I love you,” Brad says quietly, “right?”

You look at him and nod slightly. “Yes, I do. You know I love you too?”

He nods. “Mhm. I just don’t want you to ever feel insecure or worried that I don’t love you or anything like that. Especially not because of girls who call themselves fans when all they do is send hate to you and the other girlfriends.” He kisses your temple and pulls you closer. “I love you so much, Y/N. No matter what anyone may say, never forget that you’re my one and only, and you mean the world to me.”


I know most of you have probably seen Thor: Ragnarok by now, but for those of you that haven’t, you should probably go see it while you still can!

I have to say, this is by far, the best Thor movie I’ve seen. And if it happens to be the last, well, I don’t mind (brb crying in a corner). But really. If this is the last Thor movie, it would serve as the perfect ending to the franchise.

I have always been a fan of Thor. No, it’s not because of Chris Hemsworth’s drool- worthy everything. It might be partly because of Tom Hiddleston, but mostly, mostly, it was actually my love for mythologies that made me appreciate it. As a lover of literature, mythologies have always been my favourite. And there’s so little about Norse mythology, that I was glad it got a chance to be made into such a spectacular, phenomenal movie, starring such talented actors.

With that being said, let’s delve into everything there is to love and look forward to when it comes to Thor.

(Warning: as always, spoilers ahead)


I did read an article stating that Tom Hiddleston admitted this would be the funniest Thor ever (I am using a lot of superlatives, I know. It’s just that great!)

And well, he wasn’t lying.

See, Chris Hemsworth is this unfairly, annoyingly perfect human being. I mean, he looks like a god, he can act, he can sing, he is a great dad to his kids, and it turns out, he can be funny. Countless interviews and even that little segment he did where Thor was taking a break with Darryl (see youtube video here, if you haven’t already:

So yeah, the beginning of the movie already had me laughing. (*spoiler content*) Thor was trapped in a cage talking to a skeleton I was like “wtf?” But what did it for me was when he was being interrogated by that fiery dude (don’t know how to spell his name) and he was swinging on the chain Oh.My.God. You would have to have watched it to understand.

The chain was rotating him around and every time he had his back to the evil dude, he would be like “Hold on.” And “I swear to God, I’m not doing this. It’s doing this on its own.” And it turns out, a lot of it was improvised. So bless you, Chris Hemsworth for your near perfection and humor.

 Of course, Tom Hiddleston also had his funny moments. One was when he was kidnapped by the great wizard, Dr. Strange. When he came out of the portal, he was like, “I’ve been falling for thirty minutes!” And I’m sure we’ve all seen the clip where Hela goes “Kneel.” And Loki is just like, “who dafuq does this bitch thinks she is? That’s my line!”

Also, ALSO! When Hulk comes out- Loki’s reaction is just pricless- omfg! You guys, you have got to love Tom Hiddleston for all the sass and attitude and facial expressions he can fit in Loki’s character.


Thor brings back familiar faces like Loki, Heimdall and *surprise, surprise* Odin. We even get a scene of Volstagg and Fandral there. But, we also have a slew of new characters. One, being Surtur (big, fiery dude I was talking about.) We also have big, bad Hela. And of course, Valkyrie.

Before we talk about the new characters, let’s talk about the old ones.

Loki. Loki. Loki. He has got to be my most favourite villain of all time. At the beginning of the movie, he is living it up as Odin and even builds a statue of himself. Of course, Thor (even though he isn’t the smartest Avenger) eventually figures it out. They have a somewhat happy reunion, before Thor asks for Odin.

Odin has been on Earth for some time, stripped of his power. He ends up in Norway (big nod to Norse mythology right there) and ends up dying in a sprinkle of golden little lights. Before he dies, he is somewhat able to explain about Hela ( who we’ll talk about later). But Odin, being Odin, he doesn’t stay dead and still appears to Thor in somewhat weird and creepy visions, and he’s sassy too. He goes like “Are you the god of hammers?” Well, excuse you All Father

Volstagg and Fandral. This is the part I do not like of the film. They were such lovable, lovable characters and Hela killed them without blinking. Like wtf? They survived this long only to die like that? WHY MARVEL? WHYYYYY. I mean, Pietro’s death is still fresh!!!

Heimdall. Our watcher has turned into some sort of Asgardian vigilante. He’s running from the law after what he did in Thor: The Dark World, but he also keeps the citizens of Asgard safe while Loki and Thor are stuck on the other side of the universe. Good job, Heimdall! You deserve a raise.

And now *drum roll*

THE BIG BAD. Hela. She is this combination of deadly (ugh duh goddess of death), jealous and powerful. Not really great for Thor, whose hammer is also destroyed by her. And to top it all off, she is the first born, not him. Ouch. Talk about living a lie. See, Cate Blanchett does a great job of playing this death goddess who revels in destruction and killing, but I think it’s the way that Hela is written that doesn’t really do it for me. She’s just so full of hate and wants to take over the nine realms. She is evil to the core, and so, there’s not much going on besides her being a powerful enemy. Sadly, compared to Loki and other villains, her character falls flat. I mean, even Ultron- who was a robot- had some twisted reasoning to all his evilness. At least she had a dog. I want one. All that aside, Cate Blanchett is still gorgeous and talented and I love her!

Valkyrie. I was impressed with her fighting skills, and even though she was drunk, she still won. Way to go, girl! She also feels a lot like a female Thor to me, and maybe that’s why they’ll end up together? I don’t know, but I think that’s where Marvel’s heading with these two, especially since Thor and Jane broke up. (Ikr! Just like that?! After everything that happened in The Dark World?) Still, in the comics, they did get together at times, so it’s not that surprising if the writers go there.

Surtur. Big, bad fiery dude. And when I say big, I do mean big. He is prophesised to destroy Asgard and bring about Ragnarok, when he grows to be as big as a mountain. See, but I’m not telling you if he succeeds. That, you’ll have to see in the movie.


The thing I’ve always loved about Thor movies is the relationship between Loki and Thor. It’s so real and raw and funny. They really capture how siblings act irl. At least, that’s how me and my brother are. I just assume most people can relate. I love how Thor has finally, finally learned, that Loki will always try to get the best of him. I also love how Loki will come to his brother’s aid no matter their differences. In the end of the movie, when Thor is sitting in his “throne”, I’m happy to see Loki standing there beside him. And that scene in the room! Where Thor was like “If you were here, I might actually give you a hug” and Loki catches whatever Thor throws at him because he is there! WAHHHH MY FANGIRL HEART


Even though Odin could’ve put it nicely instead of being like “Are you the god of hammers?” (see now, I know where Loki gets all his sass from. It wasn’t spending all that time with Frigga) It’s true that Thor’s power doesn’t come from the hammer. Still, Mjolnir was a character all on it’s own. I’m gonna miss that hammer. My most favourite parts of the movie were when Thor used his powers without the hammer. It was so cool seeing his eyes go all blue and lightning just zapping off his body. His fight scene with the Hulk was e.p.i.c. EPIC. 

He would’ve won if it wasn’t for that cheating Grandmaster! Seriously, dude? And then Thor also zaps Hela with a hella big blast and she flies out the window. DAMN. DAMN BRO. Thor kicks ass without that hammer. I wonder if it’ll be like that in Infinity Wars and what the reactions of his fellow Avengers might be. *insert smirk*

There were other great parts of the movie- the other gladiators wanting a revolution, Korg (omg Korg, I love him. And the fact that he is voiced by the director makes it even funnier). And the end credits! Goosebumps! I love Thor. I really wish this wasn’t the last movie. But right now, I’m really, reallyyyy looking forward to Infinity Wars.

I wanna talk more about maia and magnus’ friendship:

- magnus is always teaching maia some of his own alcoholic creations he’s mixed over the years so maia can add them to the menu at hunters moon so that no other bar in the area can compete with the specialty drinks they’ve made. (magnus likes to tell her that he invented all the popular cocktails but maia just shoots him that look of “I know you’re lying but sure”)

- they totally have hour long conversations about the bachelor/bachelorette, discussing who they think should be given a rose and who should be booted out. they get super passionate about their favourites and always shout at the tv while they’re settled in magnus’ loft, eating takeout and sipping on margaritas

- maia loves reading so magnus let’s her borrow books from his library that contains every genre you could think of. for maia’s birthday, magnus gifts her a first edition book of jane eyre because he knows it’s her all time fave

- maia always takes magnus out for coffee at least once a week so they can catch up and she can tell him about all the crazy things that happened at the bar that week, how she had to break up a fight between two vampires, how some drunk seelie tried hitting on her and ended up vomiting on her shoes. magnus finds it all hilarious.

- maia is super worried when she finds out magnus has a shadowhunter boyfriend because she doesn’t want magnus getting hurt and she wishes all the happiness in the world for magnus so she’s very cautious when she first meets alec until she sees the look he gives magnus, one with such adoration and love, a look she’s often seen in magnus’ eye when he talks about his boyfriend and maia feels this huge sense of relief because magnus is truly happy and out of everyone she knows, magnus deserves love and happiness the most

- maia loves jewellery, not as much as magnus does but she’s always wearing gorgeous necklaces and rings which magnus always compliments. so they always get little gifts for each other. maia gives magnus a small black box at the bar one day containing a silver spiderweb ear cuff which maia claimed it was something she thought he’d like. maia comes round for dinner at the loft and get given a beautiful sapphire ring that magnus saw on his trip to Italy and tells her “something so beautiful must be worn by someone equally as beautiful” and maia just laughs.

- maia is a really giggly drunk which causes magnus to be a giggly drunk too seeing as maia’s laugh is so infectious. they were watching a tv show they usually love but lost interest and as magnus got up to get another drink, he stumbled and fell into the book shelf and stands there shocked “a book just fell on my head, maia” and maia giggles and says “I guess you only have yourshelf to blame”. they laugh over that pun for 20 minutes which is how alec found them, tears streaming down their face while they struggle to tell him what their finding funny without breaking into another laughing fit.

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‘  all i do is listen to music really loudly while i walk in circles and daydream :/  ’
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endless list of my favourite female characters: liesel meminger (5/?)

“Jesus, Mary …”
She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see the paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen.
With wonder, she smiled.
That such a room existed!

Intertwined (Bucky x reader)

Summary: Bucky Barnes loves Y/N L/N with all his heart; their souls are intertwined, he’s sure of it. So, when he discovers her wedding pictures, his heart shatters and Y/N has no choice but to unveil her scarred past.

Warnings: untrue accusations of cheating (no actual cheating); minor character death; descriptions of grief; angst; kissing; swearing; crying; (this sounds really angsty but there’s a happy ending!)

I’ve had this idea for so long and I’m really happy with how it’s turned out! I hope you all enjoy it and any feedback would be hugely appreciated :)

Requests are open, as is the tag list - don’t be shy!

*Y/F/F = your favourite flowers
*Y/E/C = your eye colour

He couldn’t tear his gaze from her. 

Everything about her was entrancing to him; the curve of her lips, the slight glint in her eyes, the melody of her voice. He had spent so long just observing her, wishing he could muster the courage to introduce himself, to sit beside her and witness the soft ripples in her Y/E/C eyes up close. Instead, he simply hid himself in the most isolated corner of the coffee shop, eyes drawn to her like moths to a flame. She was late today, he noticed, but as she ordered her drink he could only be relieved as his earlier concern at her absence dissolved. 

The café had become quite the second home for Bucky; it was quaint, with a rustic interior that was nothing but welcoming. A fireplace stood proudly at the forefront of the room, casting hues of red and orange across the vintage carpet that covered the floor. When the rain pounded on the frosted windows, when arguments erupted on the road side, disruptive and violent, or even when the outside world just seemed a bit too scary, Bucky could walk through those doors and immediately become wrapped in the promise of fresh coffee and a warm seat. 

Bucky’s thoughts were interrupted when a gentle voice sounded from behind him, shy in a way that made it difficult to hear. He turned around, breath hitching when he realised it was her

“Hi… I, um, I usually sit just over there,” she pointed to the seat his eyes had learned to find almost immediately when he entered the shop, “but I-I was a bit late today and most of the seats are taken, I’ve seen you around a few times and I wondered if it would be ok if I… maybe… sit with you? It’s just you seem nice and- God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry, I’ll just-“

Bucky interrupted her, a soft smile curling his lips upward as he moved his mug further towards himself. “I don’t mind.” His voice was as timid as hers, yet she still heard him and smiled gratefully as she took the seat across from him.

“Thank you. My name’s Y/N, by the way.”

“Y/N…” Bucky whispered, still awestruck by the presence before him. “I- I’m James. Or Bucky. Whichever you prefer.” 

The pair lay together atop the lonely hill, basking in each other’s embrace as they gazed into the night sky. It was moments like this where Bucky felt a painfully deep connection with Y/N, as if their souls were intertwined much like the stars in the galaxy, and it took everything in him not to attach his lips to hers in a moment of love and lust that he’d been resisting ever since he first laid eyes on her. 

Weeks had passed since the first day the two had spoken; they had shared so much together since then that Bucky often found himself awake at night with his hands covering his face, unable to comprehend just how lucky he was to be the one who wrapped his arms around her to keep her warm as they lay beneath the stars.

Y/N untangled her fingers from Bucky’s delicate strands, stroking them down his neck as he lifted his head from her chest and looked into her eyes, sparkling in the moonlight. She didn’t look at him, instead sighing deeply and wrapping her free hand around his metal one.

“Bucky… there’s something I want to tell you but I, um, I don’t know how.”

The silence was broken by Y/N’s mumble, her voice laced with an insecurity that Bucky had quickly come to love.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. I promise.”

It wasn’t the lack of confidence carrying her words that worried Bucky, he was used to that by now. Instead, it was the nerves that radiated from her, waves of anxiety flooding the previously peaceful atmosphere that had consumed them both.

“Ever since I first spoke to you, and maybe even before then, I’ve… I’ve really liked you.” Y/N’s voice got smaller as she spoke, any confidence she had gathered quickly getting lost in the rush of words.

Bucky’s heart began to beat faster in his chest, thumping wildly. He sat up completely and hovered above her, eyes crinkling from the weight of his smile. “I… I like you too, Y/N- no, I love you.”

Y/N mirrored Bucky’s grin as he carefully shut his eyes and brought his lips closer to hers and finally, after so long, their lips met and Bucky couldn’t believe that kissing her was so much better than he had imagined it would be. 

From then on, Bucky was even happier than he thought was possible. He shared so much with her; his thoughts, his dreams, his fears, everything. He took her out to all the places her loved, both from his past and his later life, telling her stories from the 40s and thanking his lucky stars that he had her to share them with. He took her to meet Steve, who was more than pleased to meet the famed Y/N that Bucky would never shut up about, something that he didn’t fail to mention much to Bucky’s chagrin. 

Bucky Barnes was so in love, something he never thought he’d experience, and every time he looked at her he couldn’t escape the all-encompassing feeling of utter euphoria that drowned his heart and flooded his lungs – in the best way possible.

Bucky stood outside Y/N’s apartment, smoothing down his tie and rearranging the Y/F/F he’d bought for what seemed like the millionth time, trying to make sure they were perfect for her. He raised a shaking hand and rapped his knuckles across the wood, steadying his deep breaths. Of course, he’d taken her out on dates, but never anything this extravagant. They’d spent hours at the park together, lay in each other’s arms beneath the shade of the trees; they’d browsed every corner of the local record shop, picking out their favourite records and buying them for one another; they’d even shared the same bed at the tower as Bucky curled himself around Y/N and kissed the shell of her ear. But, he’d never taken her on an official date, and it had to be perfect. For her.

Y/N opened the door, eyes brightening the second they met Bucky’s. “H- hey Buck, come in- are they Y/F/F?”

Bucky grinned and nodded, placing the flowers in Y/N’s hands as he stepped inside.

“Oh Bucky, they’re so gorgeous, I… I love them. Thank you.” She didn’t look at him as she spoke, mesmerised by the array of colour leaking from each green stem and smiling widely. “I’m just gonna get a vase for these. I’ll be right back, ok?”

Bucky smiled and nodded, watching Y/N as she walked down the hall with a skip in her step. He took the opportunity to stroll further into the apartment, lips permanently curved upwards at just how Y/N it was. He wandered to the large table that stood beside the nearest wall, the faded antique wood blending beautifully with the surrounding décor. 

The table was decorated with an array of trinkets and photo frames; pictures of Y/N with her friends, her family, even a few with her dog that made Bucky smile even wider. 

The pictures at the centre of the table were what really caught Bucky’s eye. He stood before them, eyes scanning the frames as his heart dropped and his smile fell.


Oh please God, no.

The frames held a variety of pictures, each of Y/N with the same man. In some they were kissing, in others they were pecking one another’s cheek or simply staring into each other’s eyes with a gaze that mirrored the look Bucky would give her. One picture stood out from the rest, standing proudly at the forefront of the table. It was Y/N, draped in a lace wedding dress that made her look as beautiful as Bucky had imagined when he envisaged this day, their day, only it wasn’t; because he was stood behind her in a suit and tie and a look in his eyes that broke Bucky’s heart. 

She was married.

Bucky’s previously unwavering focus on the pictures was broken when Y/N walked back towards him, concern masking her features. His head snapped up towards her, trembling lips catching the salty tears that were climbing down his cheeks as he tried to say something, anything, in spite of his dry throat.

“Bucky? What’s the matter, are you ok?”

Y/N reached her hand out, retracting it when Bucky stepped back from her.

“You’re… You’re married?”

Y/N’s eyes widened as they flickered to the pictures on the table, a sigh escaping her lips at the realisation that Bucky had seem them. “Bucky, no, it’s not what it looks like I-“

Bucky cut her off with a pained laugh, swallowing harshly and shaking his head “It’s not what it looks like? Because it looks pretty damn clear to me, Y/N! What, was I just a toy to you? Something to distract you when you got bored of your husband?”

“No Buck that’s not-“

“I love you. I fucking love you and I told you that, and all this time you were just using me. Do you have any idea how that feels? You’re the whole goddamn world to me, Y/N. Do I even mean anything to you?”

“Of course you do! Bucky, you mean so much to me, please don’t do this. Please don’t leave. I can explain.”

A second of longing flashed behind Bucky’s eyes as he felt that familiar pull towards her, wanting nothing more than to pull her close just like he always did at times like this, when the world felt like it was crashing down.

“No. No. I have to. This isn’t fair. It’s not fucking fair, Y/N! I love you, but you have someone else who loves you too and I refuse to be the other guy. I can’t do that. You need to tell him what you’ve done, he doesn’t deserve this.”

With that, Bucky left the apartment, ignoring Y/N’s desperate shouts after him as he shut the elevator doors without letting her in, despite his mind screaming at him to turn back, to realise that he needs her no matter what the circumstances. But he couldn’t do that. It was too wrong, he’d done enough damage as it was.

The coffee shop didn’t feel quite the same since then. Nothing did. He supposed he still went every morning because it was the only sense of her that he could get. No matter what had happened, he still loved her. Every night since he’d found out she was married had been filled with endless screaming, breaking down in his room as he mourned the loss of the only true love he had ever known. The coffee shop allowed him to be closer to her, as much as he could be. She hadn’t returned to the place since that day, Bucky wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t want to see him anymore or if it was too painful for her. A small, sick part of him hoped it was the latter, that she felt for him what he did for her, that she was as broken as he was.

Bucky hadn’t even noticed someone sitting across from him, too absorbed in his thoughts. A small cough got his attention, sickness brewing in his stomach when he glanced up at the Y/E/C eyes he adored so much staring back at him.

“Bucky… please hear me out.”

Bucky said nothing, timidly directing his gaze to the mug in his hands but nodding slightly, will power escaping him.

“I want you to meet him.”

Bucky became much more alert at this, looking at her so quickly it hurt his neck.

“You.. you what?”

“I want you to meet my husband. I know that sounds strange and I know you won’t want to but I just… I need you to trust me, ok? I just want you to meet him and then I won’t ask any more of you, just- please do this.”

Bucky just stared at her, struggling to grasp an understanding of what was going on. After much consideration, however, Bucky sighed to himself as he realised that in spite of everything, he was still willing to follow her to the ends of the earth. So, he stood up and tried not to smirk at the way Y/N’s eyes lit up as she pulled him towards her car.

Y/N pulled up outside of a huge gate, a plaque that read ‘Manhattan Cemetery’ adorning the front. Bucky said nothing, although his chest tightened as he looked at Y/N, her features suddenly solemn. They pair left the car and ventured into the cemetery, navigating their way through the clusters of gravestones.

“He’s just further down here.” Y/N muttered, voice wavering slightly. Shortly after she halted, turning to Bucky and nodding toward the gravestone that stood before them. “Bucky, I- I’d like you to meet Dan. Dan, this is the guy I was telling you about.”

Bucky looked back and forth between Y/N and the stone, engraved with the words ‘here lies Daniel Wilson, a beloved son, brother and husband’. His heart broke as he watched Y/N choke back a sob as she read the words, hand covering her mouth as she cried to herself.

“You can go now, if you want. I just thought you should know.”

Bucky shook his head at this, barely able to keep his own tears from falling. He reached out for Y/N’s trembling hand, tugging at it slightly as he lowered himself to sit before the grave. She followed, leaning in to him and curling her free arm around her knees.

The two had been sat in that position for what could have been hours, although time always did seem to stand still when they were together. Y/N’s tears had since faded, leaving dried streaks in their wake. She took a deep breath, readjusting her head on Bucky’s shoulder and squeezing his hand.

“We met at college. I- I wasn’t the most confident kid, but neither was he. I guess that’s why we clicked. He had an old soul, he was kind; he used to bring me books from the library and read them to me until I fell asleep. He was smart too, when we left college he got offered a job at a University in Manhattan, so we moved and started a life together here. I thought… I thought we were gonna be so happy. We were, I suppose, just not for as long as we would’ve liked. It was only a few months after we moved that we found out he… he…” A sob ripped from her throat, painfully tearing at Bucky’s heart. He wanted to console her so badly, to tell her everything was going to be ok, but he knew he couldn’t take her grievance from her. He could only listen. “He had cancer. Hell, the doc only gave him a few months left. It hurt so much at first, we spent every night crying and wishing things were different. But they weren’t, we accepted that, and we decided to make the most of whatever time we had left. We travelled, we married, we lived. It was amazing, the best months of my life, but it all came crashing down far too soon and before I knew it he wasn’t next to me anymore.” Y/N took a deep breath, desperate to control her tears as she looked at Bucky with a pained smile.

“When he died, he made me promise that I wouldn’t close myself away. He made me promise that I’d find someone again, someone who made me smile, because ‘someone needs to do it when he’s not there,’” she smiled to herself as she recalled what her husband had said.

“I don’t think I can ever forget him. I don’t want to. But when I met you, I thought that just maybe I’d found someone; someone who made me smile, who made my heart beat faster, who made me happy again.”

Both their faces were stained with tears, although neither of them seemed to care. Bucky lifted a hand to Y/N’s cheek, gliding his knuckled across the skin and brushing his thumb beneath her welling eyes. He smiled at her, a strong smile that resisted the sadness brewing within him at the sound of her voice and the pain it leaked.

“I love you, Y/N L/N. You are truly the kindest, most beautiful soul I’ve ever met, and I think that Daniel was right. You deserve so much, my love, and if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you smile.”

Bucky never let Y/N forget Daniel. He didn’t ask her to throw away the pictures, he watched with nothing less than a look of adoration as she recalled memories of her past love, and he spent his sleepless nights praying that he was good enough for her, that he lived up to everything Daniel had been for her.

And Y/N? Well, she hadn’t been this happy in a long time. She had found love again; it was strong and passionate and full, and it was one of the greatest things she had ever experienced. Bucky was so supportive of her, always encouraging her to remember her past rather than run from it, as she did him.

The two found new life in one another, their souls intertwined and their hearts inseparable. Y/N knew that Daniel would be so happy, so proud that she was able to stay afloat, a thought that brought tears to her eyes as she stared into the night sky, knowing that he was up there somewhere. It was in those moments, that Bucky would wrap his arms around her waist and hug himself closer to her, a reminder that what she lost had planted the seeds for something wonderful to grow.

And now, there were two pictures that stood proudly before the others, side by side. One, of Y/N and her first love as they married, two innocent souls so wrapped up in love and so defied by fate. The other of Y/N and Bucky, also on their wedding day; dead roots brought back to life by a shared love and light that reflected in the hues of their eyes until the day they died.