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Yana’s comment on ch130

Yesterday, Yana finally broke the silence and commented on the latest chapter. She also put an end to the “But what is our Ciel’s true name? How are we supposed to call him from now on!!???” problem:

Kuroshitsuji Ch130. Back when Snake joined the Phantomhives as a servant I considered him calling Ciel “Smile” just as a continuation of his habit [and didn’t think much about it], but I have the feeling that in this month’s chapter that habit turned out quite meaningful. You can’t really calculate everything when drawing a manga (I wish I could), so it makes me happy when sometimes things that I hadn’t really calculated later prove to fit in with the story well. Smile is [and will always be] Smile. - Toboso.


[**I think this tweet needs a little bit of an explanation (it took me some time to understand what she meant too haha xD):

So Yana is basically saying she never really put much thought into Snake’s habit of calling Ciel “Smile”, but in the latest chapter where our Ciel was confronted with a huge identity crisis and everyone was like “Who is this boy?? If he’s not “Ciel”, then how are we supposed to call him??”, Snake just kept calling him “Smile” as usual and this unexpectedly turned out quite “meaningful” in this specific situation.]

So yeah, to everyone who is still indecisive as to how to call our Ciel from now on, just call him “Smilebecause no matter what his true name is, for Snake he is and will always be “Smile” :)


Bonus:

I think this panel needs more appreciation, because it’s one of the very rare occasions where Snake spoke on his own without “… says Goethe/Wordsworth/Emily/etc”.

Honestly, it vexes me when I consistently see people saying that they don’t want to see redemption arcs.

And to clarify because I don’t want to beat around the bush, I do mean Kylo Ren in particular—though this could be generalized for other characters, too, I guess?

Kylo falls under the role of an antagonist. He has done horrible things: he is the Jedi Killer, he ordered the slaughter of those people at the start of the film, tortured Poe for information, fetched information from Rey’s mind and killed his own father. These are actions that firmly establish him as Not Good. He wouldn’t be an antagonist if he didn’t do bad things, would he?

But context is very important, and the finer emotional nuances in scenes such as Han’s death need to be evaluated less simplistically. In multiple source materials, it is canonically established that Kylo Ren is not pure evil. He struggles with the actions he believes he must take. Adam Driver has described Kylo Ren as someone who (while not verbatim, the intent of words is the same) “feels what he’s doing is right, and feels justified in his actions because of that.” If you want the full bit of what he said, just for clarity, here:

Well, I don’t know. I certainly didn’t think of him that way in playing him, that he is doing anything villainous. It’s more if he thinks what he is doing is right, and being justified by it. And then trying to tell the story of why – making it a person as much as possible.

“Wait!” You might say. “He thinks the fucked up shit he’s doing is right? How is that at all supposed to make me want this guy to have a redemption arc?”

This is where we get into the finer details and lore, my friend. While the matter of Ben Solo’s grooming by Snoke is an entire other issue the fandom is up in arms about, the fact that he was targeted in the womb is undeniable. There are multiple written scenes in the Aftermath novel that lead to this conclusion:

The dark, now lit with stars. One by one, like eyes opening. Comforting at first, then sinister as she worries. Who is out there, who is watching us? Hands reach for her, hands of shadow, lifting her up, reaching for her throat, her wrists, her stomach -

Inside, the child kicks. She feels her baby turning inside, right-side, up and down, struggling to find his bearings, trying so hard to find his way free of her. It’s not time, she thinks. Just a little longer.


He is less a human shaped thing and more a pulsing, living band of light. Light that sometimes dims, that sometimes is thrust with a vein of darkness. She tells herself that it’s normal - Luke said to her, Leia, we all have that. He explained that the brighter the light, the darker the shadow.

The baby turns inside her again, troubled by something she cannot feel and cannot yet understand.

As well as this moment from the novelization of TFA:

Leia bit her lower lip, refusing to concede. “No. It was Snoke.

Han drew back slightly. “Snoke?”

She nodded. “He knew our child would be strong with the Force. That he was born with equal potential for good or evil.” “You knew this from the beginning? Why didn’t you tell me?”

She sighed. “Many reasons. I was hoping that I was wrong, that it wasn’t true. I hoped I could sway him, turn him away from the dark side, without having to involve you.” A small smile appeared.  

“You had—you have—wonderful qualities, Han, but patience and understanding were never among them. I was afraid that your reactions would only drive him farther to the dark side. I thought I could shield him from Snoke’s influence and you from what was happening.” Her voice dropped. “It’s clear now that I was wrong. Whether your involvement would have made a difference, we’ll never know.”

He had trouble believing what he was hearing. “So Snoke was watching our son.”

Always,” she told him. “From the shadows, in the beginning, even before I realized what was happening, he was manipulating everything, pulling our son toward the dark side.

And then, of course, are these additions from JJ:

It’s more than just having a ‘bad seed’ as a kid. Snoke had targeted this kid and knew that this kid was going to be incredibly powerful in The Force and wanted him as an ally.

So this mother and father had a target as a son, someone who’s watching their boy, and these parents aren’t there enough to guide him.

Kylo Ren is a villain, but he’s also a victim and this plays—no matter what people might want to think—a very integral role in his character progression. Snoke has been an influence on Ben Solo’s life for almost as long as he’s existed. There has likely never been a Ben Solo that existed without that outside influence. According to the timeline we’ve been able to establish about Kylo, he defected when he was in his 20s—meaning there is a part of him that always resisted the seduction of the dark side, but eventually gave in. 

But why did he give in? What was the extent of this manipulation on Snoke’s behalf that could cause a golden child from some of our favorite heroes to go so wrong? 

The thing is, we can’t be sure. We only know that Ben was kept from the truth about his lineage and when that knowledge came forward, he felt betrayed. Worse, it is likely that the combination of Snoke’s influence and the respective actions/inactions of his parents (no matter how well meaning) all served to push him off that edge. 

My two cents? Kylo Ren has the illusion that what he’s doing is right because what he used to believe in—his parents, the Jedi, the light—were proven to be ‘wrong’ when he found out the truth. This all-knowing force that had guided him all his life had been right instead. 

“The supreme leader is wise.”

I believe that in the end, the rhetoric of the dark side and Snoke became the only thing left to Ben Solo that made sense anymore. So he did what Snoke told him was right, because he’d been right about everything else. He follows his dark path almost religiously because it’s all that’s left to him now.  

When Han talks to Kylo Ren on  that bridge, he isn’t talking to the Jedi Killer—he is talking to his son. He is talking to his boy who has not heard his own name in god knows how long (because Ben Solo is dead) and he is getting through to him. When Han Solo asks Kylo Ren to come back home, Kylo Ren does not laugh in his face. He doesn’t proclaim his father a fool. He doesn’t praise the dark side.

He says, with tears in his eyes, “It’s too late.”

In my opinion, it’s practically an admittance that this is not what he wanted. He does not want to be on that bridge, preparing to do what he’s going to do. I think he wants to go back home, but—going back to what I said earlier about the dark being all he has left—he believes that there’s nothing left, though Han is offering him family again. Because if his father is right, then what has he done? What has he done all this time? If Han is right, he has made so many unforgivable mistakes, and who could live with that? If what he’s done is not right, then what does that make him? 

Anyone would have a hard time swallowing that. It has to be right, because if it’s wrong, the alternative is unthinkable. 

JJ has another memorable quotation that I can (and will) reference back to in order to support this:

People have asked me if I think that Kylo Ren was just playing with him the whole time, if he meant to kill him from the beginning. And the truth is, I think Kylo Ren, in this moment, is actually being convinced to walk away from this. Snoke is, as Han says, using him, and I think that somewhere Ben knows this. But I think that he can’t accept it. Deep down, he has gone too far.

Despite anything Kylo Ren has said, Ben Solo is still very much alive. The action of killing Han Solo was an act from Snoke meant to quiet that voice completely. It’s not weakness in his apprentice that Snoke fears: it’s his apprentice thinking for himself and having Ben Solo’s power used against him. He played the long game. Every investment he made into the birth of Kylo Ren was to ensure he had this quivering mass of rage and anguish fighting on his behalf. He does not want Kylo Ren to be at peace with the pull inside of him the way Kylo Ren thinks killing his father will achieve.

He wants Kylo Ren to suffer. He wants to Kylo Ren to sabotage himself until there truly is no way back.

At the end of the day, it’s important for people to realize this: redemption arcs are not about what a character deserves. It never will be about deserving. Han Solo deserves justice? Yes. Poe and Rey deserve justice? Yes. Finn deserves justice? Yes. Does Kylo Ren deserve to be punished for what he’s done? Of course. Redemption arcs aren’t about justice either, however. It isn’t about cleansing an antagonist of their sins or punishing them. 

It’s the antagonist realizing the horror of what they’ve done and deciding they need to do something to make things right. Whether that be a sacrifice or a lifetime’s worth of service in the name of a greater good, it doesn’t matter. It’s about repenting. 

This is about Kylo Ren realizing the light wasn’t a lie, that he doesn’t have to tear himself apart anymore. That he’s drawn to it for a reason. This is about reparations to a galaxy, an abuse victim realizing he is being abused. Gaining his independence for the first time in his life. Giving his father’s soul peace, and his mother one more piece of her shattered family back after everything she has lost.

That is a redemption arc. 

Imagine One Shot -- Just Some Casual Stalking.

Tom HiddlestonxReader

Summary: Tom tells the story of how you get on a talk show.


Graham leaned forward, “So, Thomas,”

Tom laughed immediately, “Oh dear, this is going to be a big one,” he turns to look at the audience, “he only calls me Thomas before the really big questions.”

Graham laughs and nods, “It’s true, very very true. Speaking of True, is it true that you stalked your fiance on set before you met? ”

Tom made a face, “It was just some casual stalking,” Graham and the audience start laughing,

“No, no, Let me explain myself, you see, as you all know (y / n) was the screenwriter of (Romantic Movie Title). We spent hours talking about the script, my character, emails, texts, phone calls. All of that. But never met in person. So, it’s the first week of shooting and I see this girl. This absolutely adorable girl talking to the director. I think, ‘Okay, go get introduced.’ I got grabbed by wardrobe because there was some last minute change and by the time I get back. She’s not there. We start the scene. I think that was when we filmed the wedding scene, and I look out and there she is again, this time over clearly whispering to someone from production, and forget my lines. Totally gone. ”

There is another round of laughter and Tom laughs as well, adjusting a little awkwardly in his seat.

“Yeah, so there I am, speechless,”

Graham laughs, “Was that a first?”

“It was new.” He joined in the laughter and continued. “I shake my head and apologize and get back to filming. When it was a break to change the setup, I just instantly start looking for her again, I need to know who this girl is. I was a man on a mission and I found out" he had a pause for effect, “nothing, she was gone. So I figure, okay she must be involved with the film somehow right? She was talking to some important people. She had to come back. So by this time I was texting (y / n) pretty often, sometimes about the movie and sometimes just to say hello, I call her to save time in texting, she picks up and I say, Oh my God (y / n), I think I fell in love with someone on set today. So, she starts grilling me, what did she look like, who is she? and I start describing this girl,“ anotjer pause "and I hear her laughing,in stereo, turn around and there she is… that adorable girl. So yeah, a little bit of stalking and I found my best friend.”

@foureyedsiopao
Huntress in the Snow

What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.

 

Rhysand rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.

He rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex, dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.

He doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him, her fingers pulling his hair.

Spring Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one, too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays, and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.

He’s doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His brothers. His court.

Court of Dreams. It’s like a bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.  

He probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.

Life is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.

With the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know. Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s trying- perhaps he’s fighting.

Perhaps he’s not.

Rhysand doesn’t care.

He also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her, watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him. He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams- only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her afterwards.

All the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll be walking through the streets of Velaris.

That’s the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give up.

He looks around.

He’s in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of peace- he takes what he gets.

Just a few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.

Feyre is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and paint a little.

So far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was on accident. The snarls are what works better.

Nesta turned fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their room.

Elain and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she brings food home.

Feyre makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall- dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares sometimes.

But today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and closer to the buzzing, invisible thing that separates their human world from the fae.

When she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich merchant, lost in the woods.

Perhaps she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment he looks up and meets her eyes.

It knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.

This is it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?

The man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”

Feyre tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer. As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.

“Go”, he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into the forest at all. Stay at home.”

And she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…

“I have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”

“No, you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”

“You don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”

The man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes. “What?”

“My father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them.”

The man stares at her.

“Are you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.

He shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”

“What are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”

The man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little freedom today.”

“Are you a hunter, too?”

He closes his eyes. “I suppose.”

“Then you’re a little bit like me.”

“Well.” He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”

Feyre doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the man has a family. That he’s not alone.

“That’s good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by yourself.”

He nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”

Feyre steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad, she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She wants him smiling.

“Here.” The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are quite literally tied.”

“Is this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”

The fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”

Feyre picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”

“Rhys”, he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“That family you told me about?”

“Yes”, Rhys says softly. “My family.”

Feyre smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”

He still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you go- one thing.”

And suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.

“It’ll be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”

Some white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself alone in the woods.

What just happened? Why is she here?

Oh, yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy and handed her the basket-

What on earth is she doing so close to the wall?

Feyre turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just because of the gift…but because of something else.

And maybe she can get through all of this.

Maybe she’ll find a way out of this someday.  

Rhys has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on himself and forces himself to forget about that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.

Because for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.  

It makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-

Rhys finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.

Why is he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.

There’s a weird feeling of goodness in the back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for everything.

He feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.

I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them, whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-

A girl-

He can’t remember. But that feeling lingers.

That night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this feels after a kill, all he can think is the clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end you.

When she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins. Suddenly, he wants to fight.

That night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.

A few years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of that same hand again.

Only this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.

And something inside Rhysand whispers, soon.

Soon.

Soon.

The outsiders as quotes from kids i work with
  • Dallas: I'm a very strong boy, when people hurt me I don't even cry
  • Soda: I don't like wearing shoes.... I'm faster in bare feet, watch me run *runs around the playground* See i couldn't do that in shoes
  • Steve: sometimes the little kids are annoying, *pointing at a two year old* she knocked over my sandcastle like a thousand times
  • Ponyboy: I'm turning five soon so I'm almost an adult.
  • Two-Bit: I've seen some ugly people, but don't worry your not one of them.
  • Darry: *Big sigh* Sometimes things are hard, but i just got to do it. (he was talking about making a paper plane)
  • Johnny: everyone is my friend they all like me.
  • based off a post i saw of maybe-i-ant-to-stay-silver's
Little Even and Sana things :))))
  • Sitting cross-legged on the floor, listening to music and discussing Isalm together
    • Bonus: Sana answering questions Even has about it, because he’s never had anyone – other than Mikael, who he doesn’t talk to anymore – who is so willing to openly talk to him about it
  • Texting each other bits from the Qur’an which they find particularly moving, then discussing it, and the texting turns into hours and hours and paragraphs upon paragraphs of them just…discussing it
  • -Sana sharing little details of her life with Even, like how she sometimes feels really lonely, or how she doesn’t get on with Jamilla. Even doesn’t necessarily say anything, he just listens to her and nods; tries to be as understanding as he can, and just the fact he’s sat there, listening, trying to understand, willing to understand, makes Sana feel a bit better already
    • It gets to the point where Even becomes someone Sana can really trust; who she can talk to and confide in, because he just understands her that bit better than her other friends
    • Sometimes, after a particularly bad day, she’ll find herself calling Even, and she’ll just rant and rant and rant, and Even listens and listens and listens, and afterwards – even if Even hasn’t actually said that much – Sana feels a little lighter
  • After a while, Even opens up to Sana about his bipolar disorder. He tells her that he got into the Qur’an just before a manic episode, and that no one seems to believe his interest in it was genuine; that he’d always been told it was just a manifestation of his illness
    • That night, Sana spends hours and hours googling bipolar disorder, because she really wants to understand Even, too
    • She ends up telling him that whoever told him that his interest in the Qu’ran was disingenuine was talking bullshit, because from what she can see, bipolar disorder doesn’t really work like that; it can intensify your passions but doesn’t really change what you’re passionate about
    • And Even really can’t express how much that means to him; it means so so much, that all he can do is just nod and smile, and he wants to thank her, but he can’t quite find the words. It’s okay, though, because there’s this silent understanding passing between them; they don’t always need words to communicate - they can express how they feel through little knowing glances and nods
  • DRAGGING PEOPLE TOGETHER. Oh GOD, does this happen. They’re this powerful little educational duo; they have different strategies, of course, in tackling ignorance – Sana is slightly more aggressive, whereas Even is much more…passive aggressive, but together?? People need to take a seat
    • One day, it comes out that Even’s showing an interest in the Qur’an, and someone makes a snide comment – says, “What the fuck, you’re white, you can’t be a Muslim”, and Even kind of looks at the floor, a little…unsure; doesn’t know what to say, and that’s where Sana steps in, saying, “Islam is a religion, Einstein, anyone can follow a religion if they want to”
    • And sometimes Even will step in too; when Sana is tired, when she can’t quite bring herself to be her normal, firey self, he’ll step in and shut people down…and they can just read each other, make each other feel better, and make sure no one – absolutely no one – brings the other one down or makes them feel bad or scared or embarrassed
    • When it’s less explicit - when the ignorance is more subtle - they don’t necessarily call people out on it. Instead, they’ll share little knowing glances; roll their eyes at each other and laugh a little, smile a little, as if to say, this person is chatting shit, I know it, you know it, you’re not alone, I see it too, and I’m here with you

To conclude: Even and Sana have the potential to have a beautiful, beautiful friendship and I am SO READY for it to rise in S4.

Hopeless Romantic - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 5513

Warnings: Extreme loads of Fluff

Notes: This took…longer than I expect (I also got distracted playing Persona and staring at Stuart while writing it). Its just…extremely cute really and something I can totally see Dylan doing because he’s a fucking sweetie and I love him.

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Flashes (Part 2)

Summary: Soulmate AU. “The fault, dear Brutus is not in our stars, / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” - William Shakespeare (Julius Caesar)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,831

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, angst, sadness, borderline depression, sarcasm, discrimination, tw: terrible family relations, shunning

A/N: Well, I did it…at least I tried. The lovely @minervaem challenged me (sort of) to do an angsty story. I’m warning you now, it’s not gonna be pretty.

Lots of reader backstory here. Hopefully it’s not boring!

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

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FTM!Karma (KarmaGisa AU)

FINALLY JESUS

Rating: K+/T

Nagisa Shiota thought it was an incredible stroke of luck that he ended up sitting next to Karma Akabane in first period, and even more so that they were in all the same classes but one.

The new student was nearly quaking as he sat down next to the larger boy in his Science class, at his teacher’s request. The redhead had an intimidating aura to him, but he greeted his classmate with a sincere smile and asked if he was new.

“You’re not from here, are you? I think I’d remember someone who looked like you.” He had said. Before the bluenette had time to blush at the obvious nod to his hairstyle, Karma added, “Blue hair, that’s so wild. It’s bright without being obnoxious. I’m jealous, I look like a used tampon come alive.” Nagisa covered his mouth to muffle a snort.

“It’s natural, actually…” Nagisa admitted, scratching at the back of his neck.

Akabane just smiled. “That just makes it cooler! Like fate chose you to look awesome.” He gushed, resting his chin on both his hands like a dazed schoolgirl and laughing.

Within two periods, the two boys had become thick as theives. They had found that they were both obsessed with the same movies, they listened to the same bands (Akabane had been to concert for one of them; the bluenette shamelessly milked him for details), and they had pretty much the same opinions on everything (Except for pineapple on pizza, which Nagisa liked. Karma had almost yelled in disgust so loud the teacher heard him). The smaller boy couldn’t belive the other didn’t have any other friends in his first four periods, because he was so cool, it couldn’t be like he was a loner. Unless that was just the kind of kid he was; he just kept himself on purpose, the strong, silent type. A nice thought, but probably not likely, as he’d chosen to open up to Nagisa so quickly. He didn’t notice the wary glances Akabane was getting at all.

It wasn’t until fifth period that he found out.

“What class do we have next?” The bluenette asked, fumbling for his schedule as the bell rang.

A look of dread flashed across the redhead’s face. “Gym, I think. Ew.”

The smaller boy laughed at his friend’s expression. “What, you don’t like P.E.?”

“Ugh, no way.”

“No way, you’re, like, ripped! I can see the muscles through your shirt sleeves, haha. You’re probably at the top of the class. Look at me, I’m a shrimp: You can’t complain.” Nagisa chuckled, guestering to his skinny, petite frame, then to Akabane’s althletic build.

Karma gave a weak laugh. “I’ve seen gymnasts with builds just like yours, Shiota. You don’t look very out of shape, I’m sure you’ll do fine. But…” He paused, then gave a small sigh of resignation. “…It’s not the curriculum I don’t like, it’s just…Nothing. You’ll see, I guess.” He shrugged and looked away.

“What? Is our coach shitty? How much are they gonna make us run?” The bluenette asked anxiously as they entered the gym. From the opposite side of the room, a tall girl with long, straight, blonde hair spotted Karma and waved. He waved back and giggled lightly.

“Who’s that, your girlfriend?” Nagisa asked. He wished he hadn’t said it after it was out of his mouth; something about the thought of the redhead in a relationship sat wrong in his stomach.

Karma roared with laughter. “Oh my god, no! She’d die if she heard that. She’s so gay, and so dedicated to her girlfriend.” The smaller boy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as the redhead regained himself. “No, no, that’s just my friend. Her name’s Nakamura Rio.”

“Gay, huh?” Nagisa laughed weakly and wondered if now was the best time to out himself as pan. He bit his lip, and looked up at his new friend. It could just be the lighting, but he might’ve seen a bit of pink on the other’s cheeks as they neared the locker rooms.

“Yeah; thank god her girlfriend’s not in our gym class. Okuda’s actually pretty modest, usually, but when she and Nakamura get around each other, it gets a little wild.” He shook his head at the thought of it, chuckling.

“Hah! Guess you’ll have to introduce me sometime.” He hadn’t noticed Karma’s falling footsteps as students filed into the locker rooms. “But let’s deal with that later, okay? We gotta go get dressed.” He turned back to noticed Akabane had stopped in the space between the locker rooms. His face was red and he wore an embarrassed frown. The bluenette shot him a blank look.

“…Karma? You coming?” he asked tentatively, tugging at his own backpack straps. A few students had stopped to watch the two. Nakamura walked up behind Karma and gently put her hand o his shoulder.

“Hey, Karma,” She said lightly, smiling at him.

“Hey,” He mumbled, looking to her, then the ground, then to Nagisa. He looked like he might cry.

“Um…See you after class, I guess.” The redhead said softly to his confused friend. The smaller boy’s eyes widened as he watched Akabane follow his blonde friend into the girls’ locker room with his head down.

Oh…

xXx

Nagisa couldn’t stop the rising heat in his cheeks as he changed into his gym clothes. A boy with cropped raven hair approached him catiously as he pulled his shorts over his hips.

“Hey…It’s Nagisa, right?” The bluentte nodded. “I’m Sugino, from your second period. I saw you out there with Akabane…Did you know?”

“No…Is that why people have been, sort of…avoiding him?” The smaller teen couldn’t help but ask.

“Because he’s trans? No-I mean-That might be part of it, for some people, but that’s not really the whole reason. It’s…he came out last year. Do you wanna know the story?” The taller boy asked as he slipped on his shirt.

“I don’t know, do I?” Nagisa bit his lip as he removed his pigtails and pulled his hair into a high pony. “I mean…I guess, if it’ll help me understand why it’s a big deal.” The coach called them out of the locker room, and they began to stretch themselves out on the gym floor.

“Well, last year, when-when he was a she-I’m just gonna refer to second-year Karma as a she, okay? To avoid confusion.” The bluenette nodded.

“Well, she was called Kiyoko, and she was, like, the best at everything. She was the best player on the girls’ basketball team, and she had top grades, and, y'know-she was just one of…those girls, right?” The smaller boy nodded again. “So there’s this kid named Asano Gakushuu in our grade. He’s the principal’s son, have you heard of him?” Nagisa shook his head. “Well, you will. Soon enough.”

“Anyways, he was super smart and athletic and stuff too-Like I said, he’s the principal’s kid-And he liked Akabane. Or he just wanted her as a sort trophy girlfriend, I don’t even know. Anyways, he hit on her for a really long time, and she finally hooked up with him. Some people thought it might have just been to shut him up, but she seemed to like him-But whatever, that part’s not important.”

“So, they were, like, the ultimate power couple for a few months. But they started having these fights all the time, like in the middle of lunch and stuff-I think it was about home stuff usually, that’s what somebody told me. Which would make since, Akabane’s parents travel for business a lot, so she’s-he’s, sorry-home alone a lot, and Asano’s got issues with his mom and dad, or whatever.

“But it got really bad, and one day Asano hit her and the next day-He came out as a he. Just like that, it was so sudden. He showed up to school the next day with his hair cut and a flat chest-I don’t think he had surgery, though-and wearing the boy’s uniform….And Asano just lost it. He was so mad. Somebody claimed Karma tried to tell him that he still liked him, and that he just wanted him to change the way he treated some of the students who got lower grades, but that doesn’t really matter, because they’re definitely done now, and they definitely hate each other’s guts.”

“…Damn.” Nagisa whispered softly. He felt like it was all he could say. It was so much. “Really?”

“Yeah, man. They’re rivals in eveything now, even though the school won’t let Karma register for anything as a boy.” Sugino frowned. “I feel bad for him. It must suck ass.”

“Yeah…” The bluenette’s voice trailed. “But that doesn’t really explain why everyone avoids him.”

“Nagisa, if Asano’s dad is the king of the school, Asano is the spoiled prince. He has everyone in this school under his finger. After Akabane came out, he did everything he could to wipe out Karma’s good reputation. He basically got rid of all of his friends, except for a few. His lunch table has, like, three people there only. It was a fucked up thing to do, but no one here’s in much of a position to defy Asano, unless you have good grades. Like Nakamura: you saw her, right? Highest English scores in the grade. She and Karma met on the basketball team, I think. They’ve been best friends since elementary. They used to always pull the greatest pranks together. When Asano dumped Akabane, every meal he and his little clique of friends ate had wasabi hidden all in it for the next week, no matte rwht they did. Asano coupdn’t prove it was her, and no one knows how she did it, but everyone knows she did. It was awesome.” Sugino said almost dreamily, staring at the ceiling as he fondly remembered the memory of Nakamura’s vengance and Asano’s suffering.

Nagisa laughed. “She sounds like a good friend to have.”

“Everyone says she’s crazy, but besides that, I’m sure she is. She and Okuda Minami are dating, so I guess she can’t be too bad.” The taller boy shrugged. The coach had moved on to talking about their curriculum for the following year, but nobody was really listening.

“Where did the girls’ class even go?” Nagisa asked, looking around the gym and laying down on the polished wooden floor.

“The other gym. They always split up the gym classes into guys’ and girls’. Probably hell for Akabane.”

“Yeah…Probably.”

xXx

Nagisa ducked into the boys’ changing room as quickly as he could, before Karma and the girls returned. He had seen the girls’ gym clothes, and he was terrified of seeing Karma in it and staring. He quickly changed back into the school uniform and sat outside the girls’s changing room, waiting for his friend. Finally, he watched the redhead and his blonde friend walk out of the door.

The bluenette popped up as soon as he saw his friend, whose eyes widened. He bit his lip and approached the smaller teen. “Sorry…” He murmured.

“For what?” The smaller boy smiled gently. He was tempted to put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, but refrained.

“I didn’t tell you…” The taller boy squeaked his shoe on the ground awkwardly.

“Why would you need to?” Nagisa laughed. “You didn’t need to; what difference does it make?” The bashful smile and glassy, hopeful eyes Karma used on him made his chest light, and he beamed almost giddily. “Come on, let’s go to our next class.”

Clingy (Part 1)

This one is really personal to me. I hope you all like it! ♡♡♡

Prompt:

Where Y/N loves him, but what if he doesn’t appreciate it?

It had been a couple of months since you and Harry had started dating. It wasn’t long, but you already had strong feelings towards him. You couldn’t help it, it was something that had become a part of you. When you were in a relationship, you became too attached. You gave your absolute everything in the relationship. You would never hesitate to change your schedule if it meant that you two could get some time together. Whether it was a friend, or a boyfriend. You always tried your best to make it work.

For you, a relationship wasn’t something just to pass time. It meant that the person had a special place in your life, and in your heart. Sometimes it felt like you were the only one who was putting in the efforts, and that hurt you quite a lot. But you never let that change who you were as a person. 

There were times when you worried that you came off as clingy or desperate, and that had become one of your biggest insecurities. However, as time went by, you had learnt to save your ‘institnct’ for those who were actually worth it. That included some of your friends, your family, and of course your boyfriend, Harry.

Harry and you first met at a concert. It was the time that One Direction had recently taken a break. You both happened to be in the same crowd. Throughout the concert, you two danced together, and talked lots. Afterwards, Harry asked you out on a date, and you agreed. You both agreed to meet at a café nearby, and that was the start of something new. You had a lot of fun that night, and that led to a second date, which had let to now, when you had been dating for 5 months.

You had grown fond of him, as he had of you. You knew that you had strong feelings for him, but you didn’t know if he felt the same, and you didn’t want to risk it by telling him just now. There were times when you got insecure of your relationship, and you wondered why he chose you. Harry had previously assured you that he genuinely enjoyed your company, and wanted to be with you. You had gotten comfortable with Harry to a great extent, and had found yourself telling him things that you hadn’t told anyone else.

You knew that Harry led a busy life, so you always tried to compromise for him. You would often ditch your own plans if you found out that Harry had none, just so you two could spend some time together. Once you canceled a trip that your friends had planned, because Harry was home and you wanted to treasure your time together. You even went as far as to going along with his plans. If he went out with his friends, you would tag along so you could be in his presence just a little longer. You spent a lot of time at his apartment, sometimes in his absence. He said that you had made his apartment, a home. When you were apart, you made sure to send him short texts every now and then, just so he could know that you were thinking of him.

There were times when you worried that he would start getting bothered by your constant actions, but you pushed that fear away and started believing that he wasn’t like the others, and that he would actually appreciate the fact that you cared for him more than for your own ego. He had never shown any sign that would make you think otherwise.

Thinking about it now, maybe you should have looked a little closer?

It was the day that you had off from work. You knew that Harry was at home as well, so you decided to go over and surprise him at his house. You had been thinking about your feelings for him a lot lately, and you had decided that what you felt for him was too strong to be ignored. You finally built up the courage to decide that you loved him, that he now had your heart in his hands and you hoped with everything in you that he would take care of it. You could only hope that he felt the same way, because you had no idea of what in the world you would do if he didn’t.

You knew that you couldn’t force someone to love you, or to even like you. But you wished that he did. You had done everything that you could, so you could make him feel comfortable with you, to be the one he would admire and want to spend his life with.

On your way there, you got excited just thinking about what would happen if he actually felt the same for you. Would you make love? Would he ask you to move in with him?

By the time you parked your car in his driveway, your nerves were sky-high. However, you didn’t fail to notice the other car standing there. The minor heart attack you had, quickly died when you realized that it was Ed. You were a little bummed because you wanted to be alone with him, but you were good friends with Ed as well, and he treated you like his little sister.

After quickly texting Harry, “I have a surprise for you”, you walked to your boyfriend’s door, and weren’t surprised to find it open. You quietly sneaked in, not wanting to disturb them in case they were in the middle of a conversation. Your movements halted to a stop when you heard your name,

“Oh I meant to ask you about her. How is she doing? I haven’t been able to see her in a while.“ It was Ed. You shut your eyes, waiting for Harry’s answer. “She’s fine, I guess”

You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed at that, you had expected a more heartfelt reply.

“What do you mean? Is everything okay?” Ed asked.

Please, please. You begged Harry in your heart.

You didn’t know what you were hoping for, but what came at you next was certainly not what you wished for.

“I sometimes feel like she tries too hard. It’s like she’s always around, I mean, I like her a lot, but I just need my space a little bit. She always wants to hang out, she wants to go out with me even when I’m going out with my friends. Hell, I probably get like a hundred texts from her daily. She’s just, clingy.”

You could feel your heart break in a million little pieces. The one person that you had expected for to be okay with how you were, even he had turned his back on you.

You tried to hold your tears back, you really did, but it seemed impossible. You were quick to turn around and go out of the door, as silently as possible. It wasn’t that hard, considering the both of them were in the middle of a very private conversation. Why were you eavesdropping anyway?

Your heart hurt, you hadn’t expected Harry to say that. As you slid into your car and backed out of his driveway with that thought in mind, your mind halted to a stop.

You should have been expecting this.

It had happened before, people had told you that you were too attached, or ‘clingy’ as Harry put it, whether that be previous boyfriends or some of your so called ‘friends’. 

Why did this hurt the worst? Maybe because you wished that Harry would have been the one person to accept you as you are. You felt like laughing at yourself, you felt stupid for feeling so strongly about him. 

You were tired.

Drained.

Tired of giving your everything to the people who didn’t deserve it. 

This lasted only until you reached home, though. As soon as you were back in the privacy of your own home, you broke down. You let out the tears that you had been keeping in ever since you had heard the dreaded words. You slid down the wall next to your door, as your body shook with sobs. You felt broken, as if something had been taken from deep inside of you.

You couldn’t help but think why? Why were you the one who got punished when all you wanted was to make the other person feel appreciated. You felt yourself getting dizzy as the tears continuously escaped your eyes. You couldn’t think of a time in your life when you had cried this hard. Although it wasn’t anything new to you, what you felt for Harry definitely was. You had never had such strong feelings for anyone else, and you couldn’t bear the thought of letting him go.

So you made your decision; this was it. You were going to change.

Watching this week’s untucked has reinforced my belief that there are no drag race queens who ‘played the villain’ (except maybe magnolia crawford) who deserve the level of hatred that they get. Alexis auditioned over and over again and cared so much - and even though it was extra or problematic at times, her behavior during the show was a result of how high the stakes and pressure felt for her in particular. She left the main stage more emotional than most, but grateful for the experience. And instead of the getting appreciation she deserves, she’s watching thousands of fans turn against her, sometimes for things that aren’t even her fault. She does not deserve to be sent hate and abuse. She earned her place in the top 5, and if you dislike her personality, then you can say that, and then refrain from getting in her space, or in mine. 

A Little Too Much

Pairing: Y/N/Calum

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 1.500+

Summary: Life is hard sometimes, Y/N realizes, but in the end Calum is always there to make her realize that soon the fog will clear up and sometimes everything can get a little bit too much.

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Caffeine #11

I enjoyed this, and tried to mess up the prompt as badly as I could. It’s very sketchily done and un-edited. I did it in my spare time in the middle of my school day; do forgive me.

Her first job was at a small Italian restaurant on the corner.

Her boss was nice. That was the best thing about that job; when she started feeling frustrated, mistreated, her boss would plonk her down on a wobbly three-legged stool in the back room and pile an untouched leftover dish onto a spare plate in front of her.

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Essays in Existentialism: Blind III

Could you do more blind!Lexa? part 3 Please? YAY? c: c: c: you’re awesome !

Previously on Blind

Deep into the springtime of the city, the rain tapped against window while the dog snored on his pillow. It was a quiet kind of Tuesday in the history wing of the old Fisher building, and the professor graciously accepted the reprieve before the onslaught of finals commenced. 

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kennethcallahan replied to your post “It’s so disappointing how gross many of BtVS’s male actors are. Like…”

I mean, Joss literally restructured an entire season of the show to accommodate Charisma’s pregnancy, and she wasn’t written off until after she gave birth. Joss is no saint, but I’m tired of hearing this particular argument. Lots of characters we love get written off shows. It doesn’t have to be about a pregnancy.

oh dude dude dude, how I wish you hadn’t made this comment because now I HAVE to reply, and I’ll be annoying as fuck and I will lose a ton of followers but I MUST. REPLY. TO. THIS.

I’m not at all surprised that a white male is the one coming to Joss’s rescue, but I won’t get into that. I’m more interested in explaining why you’re so. fundamentally. wrong. about. everything.  

Let’s start with this:

Lots of characters we love get written off shows. It doesn’t have to be about a pregnancy.

This is all fine and dandy, and I agree. It doesn’t have to be about a pregnancy. And I raise your bet. It shouldn’t be about a pregnancy. It mustn’t be about a pregnancy.

Except Joss Whedon actually wrote Cordelia off precisely because Charisma dared get pregnant and mess with his vision of the show. It’s not about the fact that Cordelia was written off, it’s about how her character was completely eviscerated and destroyed because Joss suddenly had a personal vendetta against the actress playing the character solely based on the fact that whatever she wanted to do with her body and personal life happened to ruin his plans for the character. 

This wasn’t a writing choice. This wasn’t part of Cordelia’s arc before Charisma got pregnant. I could totally get it if that was the case. Cordelia was put in a coma (and later killed off) because Charisma got pregnant. I repeat: this wasn’t Cordelia’s original arc. She wasn’t supposed to die. Her pregnancy was the reason she was killed off. 

“Oh, but…
I mean, Joss literally restructured an entire season of the show to accommodate Charisma’s pregnancy “

So what? Should we give him an award because he was writing his show a.k.a. doing his job? A job he was getting paid for? Should we praise him because he didn’t fire Charisma on the spot? Should we congratulate him because he accommodated Charisma’s pregnancy, something that every boss in every workplace is legally bound to do? 

Women get pregnant. Actresses get pregnant. That literally happens all the time. Writers have to either write the pregnancy into the show or hide it. It happens all the time. Everyone does it. It’s not something unheard of! Writers deal because that’s their freaking job. That’s what they do! 

Now, Joss could’ve chosen to hide Charisma’s pregnancy. There literally was no reason for him to write the pregnancy into the show. And there certainly was no reason for him to write the pregnancy into the show the way he did. That was a deliberate choice on his part because he was trying to get back at Charisma. 

“Oh but…
she wasn’t written off until after she gave birth. “

How does this make what he did any better? Of course he wasn’t about to fire a pregnant actress because then his intentions would’ve been blatantly obvious and she could’ve sued him and the network. Oh, I’m sure he tried, though. I’m sure someone stopped him. So for you, it’s okay if a woman is fired from her job after she gives birth… that makes it all okay, somehow? 

I’ll humor you for a bit. Let’s say that this was all part of Cordelia’s arc and it all just happened to coincide with her pregnancy/giving birth to her baby. Then how do you explain her finding out about getting written off the show through the media? Yes, you read that right. She found out she was unemployed because journalists asked her about her leaving the show she still thought she was a part of. Please, defend this. I’m begging you. Try and defend it. 

Joss is no saint, but I’m tired of hearing this particular argument.

Listen up, I’m mostly on the fence about Joss Whedon, on a general basis. I do feel that sometimes the amount of hate he gets is a bit over the top, albeit not completely unjustified. BUT I WILL FOREVER FIGHT ANYONE ABOUT HOW HE TREATED CHARISMA BECAUSE SHE GOT PREGNANT. 

Because, you know, (and I know, I’m getting repetitive) it wasn’t just about the fact that she was written off the show. Charisma has spoken multiple times about how she was badly treated on set during season 4. From little things like the AWFUL AWFUL wardrobe they gave her during that season, to bigger things like how they made it their goal to destroy seven seasons of character development by turning her into a demon’s vessel and have us witness our beloved character doing despicable things ranging from murder to sleeping with Angel’s son, all because… yes, you guessed it, SHE GOT PREGNANT. 

It’s also about the fact that after she was treated like shit, and he wanted her to come back to the show for one episode during season 5, he convinced her under false pretenses. She accepted to be in You’re Welcome ONLY if Cordelia wasn’t killed off. Well, you know the rest, don’t you? 

So, I’m 100% not sorry if you’re tired of hearing about this. I don't’ give a rat’s ass if you or anyone else is tired of hearing this. I will continue to shout it every I chance I get. because the bottom line is, everything that was done to Charisma and Cordelia was 

BECAUSE SHE GOT PREGNANT. 

I Think I Like It (Part 1)

Originally posted by intokai

Title: I Think I Like It

Featuring: Kai (EXO) x Reader

POV: First person

Genre: Fluff and teasing, eventual smut?

Rating: PG-13 for now

Summary: It was supposed to be a reclusive summer getaway at a family beachouse, until Jongin showed up.


I’d  already packed all my bags and was getting into the car when my sister, May, dropped the bomb.

“A couple other people are coming.”

I’d  be spending part of my summer break at a beach house my aunt and uncle owned. They were out of town and left the two of us a key to the place, where I’d hoped to get some reading done, take morning dips in the ocean mere feet from the property, and catch up on some Netflix shows. Instead, my sister was going to turn it into party central.

“I’m not going.” I said, pulling my bag back out of the car. She huffed and rolled her eyes.

“Oh, come on! It’s only a few people, and we’re not going to be rowdy, I promise. They just want somewhere to go relax, too.”

I eyed her steadily, squinting, silently telling her I’d kill her if she got up to any funny business

“Who?” I asked, knowing which of her friends I could tolerate and who I would walk out for.

“Just the gang, you know…” She rattled off a few girls’ names, then two guys.  I felt a streak of anxiety shoot through me when I heard “Jongin”

I  would never admit it to anyone, not even myself, that I had a little bit of a crush on my sister’s friend. He was too gorgeous for words and everyone knew it, and it was only made worse by the fact he was also sweet and mild-mannered in comparison to my sisters other friends. I wasn’t sure if I could handle sharing a house with him for a few weeks.

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Show Me Your Heart And I'll Show You Mine - Part 6

Parring: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word: 894

Warnings: Nah

Summary: You know what this is about by now

A/N: I AM SORRY! I know you all thought you would get more of the meeting, and all you got is… this. But i promise, a lot will happen next time! It’s because that i really want the meeting to be from Y/N’s pov? and that’s next time, so… yeah. Tell me if you liked it!

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

Originally posted by fandomnationwhore


“And where are you going? “

Peggy’s voice was sharp, and made Bucky sigh as he grabbed his jacket.

“The hospital” he answered while struggling with his jacket, trying to get it on as fast as possible.

“Why? “Steve asked as he walked over to stand beside his fiancée. “did something happen to you?”

“It’s Y/N” Bucky said while grabbing his shoes. “I just got a message that she’s on the hospital, I have to go”

“Take Natasha with you”

“What?! “Bucky asked, turning sharply around to look at Peggy.

 

“So, where are we going? “Natasha asked and Bucky rolled his eyes. “Stop that. You know, I don’t want to be here either, but I’m smart enough to do what mom says”

“Stop calling her that” Bucky said as he started the car, not looking at his friend. “It’s weird”

“C’mon” Natasha said with a little laugh. “You have to admit she acts a bit like our mom”

“And what, Steve is our dad? “Bucky asked, and he couldn’t help but crack a smile as Natasha nodded with a laugh.

“So, what happened? “He asked after a few seconds when Natasha’s laughter had died. She sighed.

“Just a stupid date yesterday” Natasha said and looked out of her window. “I waited for hours. Turns out he had meet his soulmate the day before, and forgot to tell me”

“Auch” Bucky said. “I’m sorry”

“Don’t worry about it. Sometimes I just wish I had a romantic soulmate so I didn’t have to do all this dating stuff” Natasha sighed, before looking to her side. “But what about Y/N? What happened? “

“I have no idea” Bucky said. “I waited for her, but she didn’t show up. I wrote to her, a lot, and then I got home. Someone wrote on her arm that she was on the hospital and, well…. Here we are! “

 

“I’m here to see Y/N!”

The man gave Bucky the elevator look, before sighing and looking down in his papers.

“Y/N what? “He asked.

“Y/N Y/L/N” Bucky quickly said. The man, Nick his nametag said, looked through his papers.

“Are you family? “He finally asked, and looked up at Bucky.

“Well, no” Bucky said. “I’m her soulmate! What happened? Is it serious? “

“I’m sorry” Nick answered. “There are only family allowed as long as she isn’t awake”

“can you at least tell us what happened? “Natasha asked, taking a step towards the desk.

“No” Nick said. “But If you will wait here I can promise you that you’ll be the first ones to know when she wakes up. Right after her cousin of course”

“Her cousin?” Bucky thought out loud. As far as he knew, you didn’t have any family around there.

“He was the one who brought her in, he’s with her” Nick said, and raised an eyebrow. “I could tell him you arrived? “

 

Around twenty minutes later a boy walked into the waiting room. He looked around, before walking towards Bucky and Natasha’s table.

“Are you Y/N’s soulmate? “He asked. Bucky nodded.

“Yes, who are you? “He asked. He could almost feel Natasha rolling her eyes. “She doesn’t have any family here”

“I’m Pietro” He said with a smile, and stuck out his hand. Bucky ignored it. “I saw her get hit, I called the ambulance, and I pretended to be family so I could check if she was okay”

“Oh… “Bucky said. “She got hit? By a car? How serious is it? “

 

Bucky had lost track of time. He still sat in the waiting room. Pietro occasionally checked on Y/N, and Natasha had found a magazine. She kept insisting that Bucky should eat something from the vending machines, but he kept telling her he wasn’t hungry. That didn’t mean he said no to coffee.

He was over getting coffee in the other end of the room when Pietro came back. He had an enormous, but most of all, stupid grin on his face. No, Bucky didn’t really like this guy. He worried about Y/N just a little much for a stranger.

“Guess who’s awake” He said, and Bucky widened his eyes.

"Y/N?! “He asked.

“Who else?” Natasha mumbled, but Bucky ignored her.

“Can I go see here? “He asked, and Pietro nodded. “When? “

“Now? “Pietro asked as an answer, and Bucky gestured to Natasha to follow, before he went with Pietro.

 

“How is she? “He asked Pietro as they went down the hallway

“She’s fine really” Pietro just answered. “I don’t think she’s in pain, she didn’t mention anything about it”

“Does she know that… you know… “Bucky gestured.

“Got you? “Pietro asked, and Bucky nodded. He grinned. “Yeah. She panicked a bit to be honestly”

Bucky could hear Natasha giggle behind him, but he only rolled his eyes, and prepared to ask Pietro how you panicked, but he didn’t get the chance.

“Here we are! “Pietro said and stopped outside a door. He looked at Bucky. “Go get her”

Then he opened the door. He walked in, and stepped aside so Bucky could see the room. There were only four people in there, but his eyes quickly found you. You sat in a bed in the other end. Your hair was a bit of a mess, but beneath that you looked truly beautiful. You raised your hand as a greeting, and Bucky smiled.

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Show Me Who’s Boss

Request: “Can you write a credence smut with like thigh riding ??” + “Can you write another fic where credence is really sensitive to touch and its kinda smutty? Thx”

Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT

Ice and fire, a mingling of contradictory feelings arising from your attentive touch. Cold where your hands pressed against his arm, and hot when the subsequent heat flowed around the area, his blood itself pooling to the area your fingers caressed. You were just talking, smiling and chatting away with Queenie while you thoughtlessly stroked his arm, your voice drowned out by the loud alarm sounding off in Credence’s head.

It was as if time slowed whenever you connected physically with him, your eyes fluttering in slurred motions, your lips parting with gentle breath. It was like watching a calm beach shore while in the eye of a storm, his entire body shifting towards you while you stood there innocently, continuing your affectionate subterfuge. Because he knew you knew what you were doing to him, he felt in the calculated way your fingers drifted purposefully across his veins, tickling them in such a featherlight way that it made him shiver. Each darting glance at the boy was only to confirm that you were driving him mad, each subtle airy sigh and lip bite dutifully noted by Credence while his tunnel vision focused on you.

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habits (isaac lahey one-shot)

Originally posted by bilesandthesourwolf

Summary: Isaac Lahey was nothing if not observant. So when the newest addition to his pack develops a strange habit, he can’t take his eyes off her. 

Pairing: Isaac x OC

Rating: Teen


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