that last one proves it

Date a boy who...
  • Looks at you like you put the moon, sun and the rest of the starts on the sky- 

-even when you are not there

  • Decides to be goofey with you
  • Seems to drift close to you because you make him comfortable
  • Is there to offer you help and at the same time respects your boudaries- 

-and decisions

  • Would fight tooth and nail for you when you are vulnerable
  • Will never give you his back and instead receive you with a hug
  • Trusts your abilities no matter what
  • Will open up to you on his moments of weakness because he trusts you
  • Who will be there to have your back even on the moments you are doubting of yourself
  • Date…. Shiro

Date Takashi Shirogane

Little Notes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Request: “A cute little Bucky X Reader idea popped into my head today. How about the reader always writes reminders/her To Do list on her hands, so she always has writing in them. She’s so busy all the time that she often falls asleep wherever she sits down in the tower. When she wakes up she sometimes finds new notes written on her hands written by none other than the Bucky Barnes. Do what you wish with this little idea, I trust your creative genius! Thank you always for writing 💜” - @lovelyladylilac

Word Count: 1972

Warning: little bit of fluff

To @lovelyladylilac, thank you for requesting the cutest ideas, and thank you for checking in on me when I’m absent for too long. Even in my writer’s block and overwhelming life you’re always there to make my day and help me focus on what makes me happy. You mean the world to me! <3

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“and all I need is one last chance,

to prove I’m good enough for someone”

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Here’s Percy from the Lightning Thief Musical. Chris nailed his character, like the this is the best Percy adaptation ever. Here’s a few highlights from the premiere night:

- Percy basically flopping on the floor when he came home to Sally, really sad that he’s expelled.

- makes lightsaber noises with his sword

- LOVES HIS MOM VERY MUCH

- HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS WERE AMAZING??? Like it was all sassy and dramatic and the Percy we know?? Especially when Poseidon flirted with Sally, he looked so awkward and so done with life.

- signs Medusa’s head to Mt Olympus in a box and when Annabeth told him that the gods will think that they’re impertinent, he just smiles and says “We are impertinent.” He later gives the box to Sally and says that it’s a “do-it-yourself box” and screams “NOO ITS MEDUSA’S HEAD” when she wants to open it.

- “Good Kid” was so emotional like he ran around and his voice cracked at one point and my heart broke. A+++

- says “this is nuts” when Grover talks to the squirrel.”

- “Is that a fork?” when he’s claimed

- “its Tatarus” “you mean… thE FISH SAUCE??”

- After Annabeth’s like “sexist much?” he goes, “NO I LOVE GIRLS…. I mean…umm…. they’re really nice!”

- sits on a toilet during capture the flag. confused by his own powers

- basically the sassy dramatic dork that we know and love.

Oh, Darling

Originally posted by lavendertitties

Prompt: What happens when the daughter of Wendy Darling and the son of Captain Hook meet? Chaos ensues.
Rating: T
Warnings: None, but does Harry Hook being a major flirt count?
A/N: I thank my friend Ella for helping inspire me to do this! This one’s for you, ya dork. Italics is Harry Hook’s point of view.


“No. Absolutely not.”

Three of the infamous villain kids and one feisty daughter of Mulan stood in front of you, swords in hand and dressed in their old clothes from the isle. “Why would you ever want to go back to the Isle? And why me?”

Lonnie rolled her eyes before tossing you a sword, which you swiftly caught. “Y/N, why wouldn’t we ask you? You’re one of the best people in the school who can actually handle a sword!”

The sword’s metal gleamed in the light and you remembered it all. The secret “dance” classes and sneaking out of your home to escape your mother’s wrath and embrace the exhilarating feel of a sword. It was better than any feeling you had ever felt and you never wanted to let go of it. All the years of training and running led up to this. You could finally prove to your mother that you didn’t need a prince or a saviour. You wanted to become the saviour.

Against all judgement, two words escaped your mouth and it was set.

“I’m in.”


The ride to the Isle of The Lost was a jungle of nerves. What if you were caught? What if you got killed? What if?

You were shook out of your thoughts and questions when Evie squealed. “We’re here!”

The moment you stepped out of the limo, you immediately wanted to get back in and go back to the safe comforts of your dorm room at Auradon Prep. But then… what kind of hero backed out of an adventure like this? It was the chance of a lifetime.

You hesitantly took another step forward. It wasn’t as bad as you thought. It was the feel of the place that gave you chills. Shadows lurked everywhere and somewhere off in the distance, you swore you heard screaming.

Jay saw you gawking at it all and laughed. “Welcome to the Isle, Y/N.”

You smiled back and laughed as well. Excitedly, you took your sword back from Lonnie as she passed around the weapons. You knew you shouldn’t be this excited about an impending fight but you couldn’t control yourself. Finally, a chance to prove yourself.

With one last look at the gleaming island of Auradon, you ran off with Evie, Jay, Carlos, and Lonnie. The party was about to start.


Harry Hook’s P.O.V.

Uma’s loud voice boomed as she yelled orders at the rest of the crew, her menacing tone encouraginng the rest to work even faster. No one wanted to face the wrath of the sea witch’s daughter. Even Gil seemed to scrub at the planks faster.

Harry glanced one last time at Auradon’s very own Prince Ben and growled. He wanted nothing more than to slaughter him already, but alas. Uma’s orders.

“Harry!” Uma called you over as a familiar band of misfits entered. They were here. Finally. Now the real fun can start.

“WELCOME!” Harry shouted, excited and grinning maniacally. He scanned over his former fellow villain kids and spotted a couple new kids. Must be some of those prissy, pink students from Auradon. He was about to go forward, but then he saw her.

She was stunning. A look of bravery and fiery passion was in her eyes, and he was intrigued. A sword was in her hand and she looked as ready as ever. For a moment, he felt as if his heart was taken by the Queen of Hearts herself.

He wanted to have her.


The ship was actually very impressive. That wasn’t what attracted her though. It was the crew. Now he knew why Evie, Mal, Jay, and Carlos were somewhat worried. They looked threatening. You held a tighter grip on your sword. You weren’t taking any chances today.

A guy in a red leather jacked and a striking red hat displayed his arms out and grinned at them, like a shark waiting to bite. “WELCOME!”

He looked familiar… as if you’ve seen him from another world. Suddenly, you remembered who he was.

Captain Hook’s son.

The hook. The red. The hat. It was him. The son of the man your mother oh-so-loathed. Your mother’s stories were true. You never fully understood why a simple sea captain scared her, but now you knew. The insane glint in his eye, the pure determination. Hell, you would’ve run out of there if it weren’t for your friends. You quickly recomposed yourself, unaware that the son of Hook was staring at you as well.

Mal and Uma kept negotiating with Ben and the wand, and every minute you were there you grew increasingly uneasy. You just hoped Uma wouldn’t notice that it wasn’t the real wand.

You gasped out a sigh of relief when Uma accepted the wand and Ben was traded for it. Now it was time to go. The next thing you knew, Uma was angrily yelling and you all booked it out of there.

One minute you were running, then suddenly, a hook was placed against your throat. “Not so fast, Darling.”

You examined your options then drew your sword, quickly elbowing him then pressing your own sword to his throat. “Not so fast either, huh, Hook?”

Chaos ensued around you, the rest of Uma’s pirate crew battled it out with the other VK’s and Lonnie. You focused on your opponent in front of you, and leaped forward for another attack.

He quickly dodged it then smirked, “You’re quite feisty for a Darling,” he lunged forward for another blow, then knocked your sword to the ground. “I like it. The name’s Harry Hook.”

You rolled your eyes at him then took your sword back. “I’m not really in the mood for introductions. We’re kinda in the middle of a fight, if you haven’t noticed.”

Harry chuckled as he tried to land another blow on you, quickly whisking his hook away from danger as you tried to knock it off of him. “The only thing I’ve noticed so far is how beautiful you are. No wonder Peter Pan took your mother.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Hook.” You finally managed to get the infamous hook and dangled it in his face for a few seconds then threw it somewhere around. “It’s Y/N by the way.”

Laughing, you ran off to your other friends as the confused lieutenant jumped into the water in search for his hook. You felt guilt for a moment then shook it off. He deserved it!

You took a smoke bomb from Evie and smashed it on the ground then ran for it, never looking back. You thought about Hook’s son though. Maybe someday…


Harry jumped out of the water, in search for you and eager to get revenge (and maybe your number). All he saw, however, was Uma’s angry form and the rest of the pirate crew defeated. He growled to himself then stared at Auradon.

“We’ll meet again someday, Darling.”

Dust

request:  Can you do #28 from the list?

hello loves! i decided to post today because i have a ton of requests in my inbox, and i want to get them out to you guys as quickly as possible. anyways, keep sending in requests from this drabble list or whatever you want! hope you enjoy!


You’ve always had a big heart. If any of your friends or family were asked to describe you, the first thing that they would say is that you had a big heart, were generous, and selfless. You were just raised to always give to others, and not keep a lot for yourself. You would volunteer for charity drives, go on mission trips in Africa when you were just a teenager, and would just try and be kind to everyone you knew. In secondary school, you would try to make as many friends that you could, not because you needed them; you would be fine on your own, but because you thought that everyone could use a friend. You just wanted everyone to be happy, regardless of your own feelings. 

That was the downside of your kindness, people constantly using your generousity as a chance to get you to do things for them. Sometimes they would ask you if you would pick them up from places, other times they would just use you to get things, always leaving you without a friend. You didn’t mind though, because you always had Harry. 

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Care For You (5)

Slight!Steve x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader
Summary:
Every time he takes care of her, she runs away
Warnings: language, angst, confrontation, carol is a tool
Word Count: 1.5k

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

Listen to Rather Die by Barns Courtney & Bad Reputation by Joan Jett 

Two whole weeks pass and both Y/n and Billy are back to their own individual routines. She was working and rehearsing like crazy. Her time is swamped by school work, her friends, and baby sitting the Party. His time is spent screwing around with his friends, smoking cigarettes, and cruising  in his car. He’s back to normal and so is she. It’s  almost as if they weren’t in each other’s lives for a few days. She hadn’t even batted an eye when she saw him flirt with Britt. He was back to his old ways and she was too.

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THE SUPER MASTERLIST

BUCKY BARNES

Originally posted by simplytanvi

Winter’s Witch {WORK IN PROGRESS} || Bucky Barnes had just escaped his captors, Hydra. He didn’t know where to go, or what to do. Somehow, he manages to stumble into a girl’s apartment who he’s met before. The twist is- she’s not your average girl.
 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9  Part 10 Part 11

Of Course, Doll || The Avengers throw a little kick back in their facility- nothing too crazy, after a successful mission in taking down some Hydra agents. You’re still a new member to the avengers team, and have a similar skill set to Natasha, except your past is a little more gruesome to hers. The Avengers trust you, however some are still wary around you.

We’ve Got All Night || The Avengers throw a little kick back in their facility- nothing too crazy, after a successful mission in taking down some Hydra agents. You’re still a new member to the avengers team, and have a similar skill set to Natasha, except your past is a little more gruesome to hers. The Avengers trust you, however some are still wary around you.

I Thought I Lost You || Bucky and (Y/N) had been in a relationship for a long time now. They were both stupid and reckless, which is why Fury had made a bad decision sending the two lovers on a mission together.

Manners Maketh Man || Walking home at 1am wasn’t a smart move on your part, you should have known it would have eventually gotten you into trouble. Thank the heavens you had a protector who had been watching from a distance.

Don’t You Mind? || He never meant for it to happen, it kept him up at night. Bucky Barnes wanted to be with (Y/N) so badly, but the Winter Soldier had other ideas. || Best read with this song

Round Two || Getting captured and injected with the same super serum as Bucky Barnes was never something you had planned for. When Bucky finally gets you back, it’s high time you blow off some steam.

Are You Okay? || Yeah, so a bullet or a sharp blade could probably kill you. But what about self doubt? No one ever teaches you how to not let insecurities kill you on the inside.

Post Break-Up Sex || Break ups can lead to many things. For some, it calls for the best rom com and a bowl of ice cream to drown yourself in your own feelings. For others, it can mean shutting yourself down for a while, taking time for some well needed self care. For (Y/N), it meant going off the rails just a little. || Best read with this song

Yellow || Bucky wasn’t the same kid from Brooklyn like back in the 40′s, but he also wasn’t the soviet master assassin; The Winter Soldier, no. He was somewhere in between. You are the bright yellow in his life that always brings him back down to earth. (Artist!Reader AU)

Begin Again || Bucky Barnes did it- he got clean, and is now trying to make up for the horrors he’s caused by working for Shield alongside the Avengers. When he gets sent on a solo mission to bring in (Y/N); an ex avenger who’s gone rogue, someone particularly special from his past, things get heated.

Somewhere I Belong || Sometimes all the pain and the bullshit going on in your life is just one big shitty hurdle you have to pass to get to the bigger picture, to get to the light at the end of the tunnel. Bucky was (Y/N)’s light.


PIETRO MAXIMOFF

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Life Of The Party || Being the youngest avenger did have it’s perks. Saving the world was your job man! What could get better then that? Maybe a steamy drunken make out session on top of the Avengers tower with none other than Pietro Maximoff?


KURT WAGNER

Originally posted by onorasdrivein

The Bamfs || When your boyfriend gets dragged away in the middle of the night on a dangerous mission against his own father, causing him to miss your three year anniversary, he makes sure he comes back with a present. Or in this case, lots and lots of little, annoying, blue, presents. You always did say you wanted a pet, right?

Sparring || You and Kurt have a cheeky sort of friendship. Watch as your ‘friendship’ gets a little well… complicated, all because of one little sparring session.

Outcast At Last || Dating a mutant proves to be difficult with anti-mutant parents. Fortunately, you learn an important lesson that they do not define who you are, I suppose being an outcast isn’t such a bad thing in the end. || Best read with this song


SIRIUS BLACK

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

Innocence {COMPLETED} || Sirius Black gets charged with the murder of his best friends. He’s denied a fair trial, and gets thrown into Azkaban. You know for certain he’s innocent, so you take matters into your own hands.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Double Trouble {WORK IN PROGRESS} || They met each other while they were in school by a happy coincidence. Little do they know, death, pain and destruction is on the way for the two Gryffindor lovers.
Part 1

One Too Many || On a night out with the Marauders, James bets Sirius can’t down more than seven shots of Beetle Berry Whiskey. Sirius, never backing down from a challenge, accepts, and the effects are near catastrophic for the reader.

Strip || You agree to help Sirius study for his OWL’s, however what you failed to realise that tutoring the marauder was like babysitting. After various failed attempts, you finally find a way to keep Sirius somewhat focused and, interested.

Somebody To Love || “I did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face.”

Liquorlip Loaded Gun || “I wish I could disappear, So you would never see me in this mess I get in. However hard I try, keep on stumbling still. Once in a while I’ll show you who I am. When I can I’ll, Open up the oceans, jump on in.”

Do I Wanna Know? || Reader works as a barista in a busy cafe, right in the heart of London, completely oblivious that there are such things as Wizards, magic, and most of all; a deadly war waging on within the magical community. Reader is blissfully ignorant to the wizarding world, just as any muggle should- that is until Sirius Black shows up in her life.


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Amazing how Force Awakens and Last Jedi make such a show about subverting the classic Star Wars villain redemption arc with Kylo Ren and people still think he’s getting redeemed.

momiji-the-bunny  asked:

Can you do the reactions of the RFA + V to MC having a major panic attack? Sorry if it's of any bother, I've just been having a lot of panic attacks as of late and think this would help immensely. Thanks in advance!

(๑ˊ▵ॢˋ̥๑) Take care of yourself, dear! Panic attacks are hard. At my old job I used to struggle with them constantly, so I know how it is. Just be sure to breathe and do what is best for you, and don’t be afraid to ask for help!


Zen

- It was really uncomfortable being with him in public at times.

- Mostly it was dates, but occasionally when you went to go see his plays, his fans were a bit troublesome

- Some knew you, others didn’t, and even if they didn’t even interact with you much, you still felt yourself on high alert and struggling to enjoy his plays

- He was a great actor! But it was just so damn difficult sometimes.

- But you Refused to break down in public. So you barely managed to keep yourself together- Shaking, nails digging into your skin, nerves ready to scream if some one so much as looked at you funny

- It was easy to tell you didn’t feel that great, but you kept the ruse up enough that people didn’t question it.

- When he took you back to his apartment however, that’s when it all just crashed down

- Tears flooded your eyes and you shook violently, wanting to curse at yourself for not being able to at least make it into the bathroom before you broke

- Zen fucking Panicked. He was on you in a flash, carefully holding your arms and keeping you standing

- “Babe? Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

- You couldn’t talk, you felt like your chest was on fire. Instead you just gripped his arms back as strongly as you could muster, but it was still a weak grip.

- He followed you onto the floor, gently pulling you too him as you struggled to breathe, tears soaking his shirt.

- “Shh, babe, I’m right here, I’m right here. Just…Let it out, cry for a bit, and then you can tell me what’s wrong, okay? You’re not hurting right?”

- Your chest was screaming, but you shook your head no.

- It took a while for you to be able to talk right. When you could finally speak, your voice came out almost cracked

- “I’m, I’m sorry. Panic attack.”

- He just nodded, and rocked you back and forth a bit.

- He’d want you to eventually tell him what caused it, so he could help you more in the future, but right now he just wanted to calm you down.

Yoosung

- He looked up to you so much, putting this lovable but nearly impossible weight on your shoulders

- He loved you. He was trying his damn best not to compare you to Rika, but the weight still held you down.

- One night a guest rejected your email, and you felt ashamed. I mean, the stuff they asked should had been easy for you to answer! But you managed to fuck it all up, like normal.

- You debated on how to react. Your whole mind was screaming against you, telling you to throw your phone and scream, but your body was as still as stone.

- You saw Yoosung peer over at you, and then frown as you didn’t respond to his wave

- God, he was just going to berate you. Get that sad little smile as you search his eyes for the words he won’t push out

- “Almost like Rika, but not enough. Shame.”

- Tears prickled at your eyes, and Yoosung immediately was kneeling down to look you in the eyes, your body refusing to move from your position on his bed

- “Hey, mc? Can you hear me? Are you okay?”

- You could only close your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks. You weren’t ready for this, you weren’t ready to face the fact that you weren’t good enough for someone again

- But those words never left his mouth

- Instead he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back and holding you as tightly as he could without hurting you

- He let your tears fall, just offering a few shhs as you tried to talk. But he never said anything negative. Nothing.

- He refused to compare you to her ever again. Especially if just the idea of him doing so set you like this

- Once you could move, once you could talk without it being a stuttering mess, he would calmly ask you what happened. Did someone get hurt? Were you hurt?

- When you showed him the email, he scoffed and just kissed your forehead

- “Mc, it’s fine. One guest reject won’t harm us. Even if just one person came, we would consider that an amazing outcome, okay?”

- You nodded, unsure of the validity of his words, but you decided to take what you could get

- He continued to baby you a bit that day, and even though you felt a bit embarrassed, it felt so comforting to know you were loved.

Jumin

- Every party you went to with him you managed to mess up.

- Stuttering constantly. Stepping on someone’s dress. Botching the pronunciation of a weird menu item.

- They never laughed outloud, or complained, but you could feel the white hot stares they bore into you, crawling up your spine, stabbing each of your ribs.

- You had your panic medication, but you refused to take that in front of any one. You needed to prove to yourself you could last just one dinner. Just one, god please just one

- And you were so far

- Until you spilled red wine all over the white tablecloth.

- The other woman let out a yelp, trying to stop her dress from being stained. She saved hers, while your dress took the brunt of it. The men didn’t offer much of a reaction, Jumin acting quickly and waving a waiter over before the wine could ruin too much,

- But you couldn’t breathe. Those familiar awful feelings were springing up on you, and. And did that man just make fun of you? But it was just- You just couldn’t-

- “I have to go to the restroom.” You sprang out of your seat and booked it.

- It wasn’t far off, but you dashed like someone was about to murder you. You slammed into the woman’s room, shakily shoving your purse on the counter as your hands searched for your meds

- Just two. Two would be enough. You had a few sips of wine, the wine would react to it, and your meds would speed up faster than they normally do.

- But suddenly someone else came in, and you were shaking so harshly your pill bottle was rattling.

- “Mc? Are you alright?”

- Jumin’s hands were on yours in an instant, stopping the pills from moving, holding your hands tight. You tried stumbling out a sentence. He couldn’t be in here, this was-

- “Shh. You were unwell. It’s fine, nothing bad will happen.”

- He takes the bottle from your hands and you want to scream as he reads the label. 

- But, he just pops out two of the pills for you, holds them to your mouth.

- You numbly open your lips, allowing him to place the pills in your mouth. If this was any other moment, you’d feel shame and slap his hand away, but you needed these so badly, and you couldn’t stop shaking

- His worried expression softened when you took them, rubbing them against the bottom of your tongue. After placing the cap back on the bottle, he shoved it in your purse before pulling you tight against him.

- “I know you feel bad about these accidents, but trust me, mc, I’ve seen much worse. No one is judging you. They’ve been in your shoes before.”

- God, you just wanted to melt against him, to just sob out your stress, but you couldn’t. Not right here, even as your eyes watered, not right here

- He kissed your forehead, calling Driver Kim to come pick the both of you up. You tried to stop him, but he shook his head curtly. This wasn’t going to be discussed.

- Once the two fo you went home, he pulled you into bed with him, tucking the covers around any free side of you and holding you tight. He knew you loved cuddling, and if it helped, he would cuddle you all night

Jaehee

- A loud crash shattered against the cafe, you instantly dropping the plastic platter to cover your face

- This was the fourth time this month you had ruined a few cups. This time you even managed a saucer.

- You didn’t want to remove your hands. You could hear snickering, you knew you could, and you could feel your eyes well up

- They couldn’t see you like this

- But you couldn’t move

- You numbly heard Jaehee’s voice for a bit, sounding over the ringing through your head, through your ears, and you blankly followed as an arm wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you away from the mess

- After walking for a bit, calm but firm hands pulled yours away from your face

- Jaehee’s soft and worried face came into view, and as she saw the tears streaking your cheeks she instantly brought a tissue to your face, dabbing carefully

- “I-I-I’m so sorryIjustcouldn’t-”

-” Shhhh, shh shh, mc. It’s alright. It’s okay. Those were very cheap cups, don’t worry.”

- “B-but-”

- “Shush.” It was firm, but quiet. She sat you down at the table in the back room were the two of you were, silently getting a cup of hot water and a tea bag.

- She sat in front of you, steeping the tea a bit, then adding honey before sliding it closer to you.

- “It’s hot, but drink it. It’ll calm you down.”

- You shakily reached for it, almost wanting to dump the whole thing on you because you felt as though you deserved it. but…That’d just be another mess for Jaehee.”

- She watched you drink it, placing her hand over your free one when you could hold the cup with just one hand. Her thumb rhythmically rubbed a circle on the back of your hand, and she even started humming a bit.

- Soon, the quiet but warm setting of the room calmed your thumping heart, and you were able to breathe normally.

- When you finished the tea, she sat up and cupped your face in both hands, kissing your lips.

- “I love you, mc.”

- “I love you too.”

Seven

- Admittedly, you were so scared the moment he mentioned all the people that could come after him.

- At first you dismissed it, then you tried too later when the ‘hacker’ ordeal was over, but it kicked into full swing one night when the security system went off one day.

- It was all fine, just the system freaking out over a toy that had started up at 4 am rather than at 4 pm. Nothing that he couldn’t fix

- But you were on the floor of the bedroom by the time he came back from checking on it- Choking on your sobs as you held your knees to your chest

- He instantly dropped to the floor, sliding over to you and grabbing your cheeks, trying to get you to look at him.

- “Hey, hey, Mc, oh god, are you hurt? Are you okay?”

- “S-S-Someones after you-”

- “No, no honey, no they’re not, It was just a toy, I promise, I checked everything, It was just a toy.”

- “bb-bbut-”

- “No no, shhh, shh, oh god I’m so sorry.”

- He held you to him, rocking you back and forth as he repeatedly told you step by step of what had happened. Explaining all the little details he did to absolutely make sure no one was after him.

- After ten minutes like this, your death-like grip on his shirt loosened, and he pulled back a bit.

- You were breathing almost normally, tears dripping slower, and he just kissed them all away.

- It was difficult, but he managed to pull you up and get you back onto the bed, where he instantly wrapped the both of you up tightly in the big fluffy blanket he had.

- He spent the night muttering loving things to you until you could fall asleep, so happy to be able to calm you down that much.

V

- V was one of the calmest people you had met

- He was so sweet, so caring, so soft spoken

- But one day you accidentally knocked over a plant of his- Completely ruining it and it’s pot.

- The both of you bent down to clean the shards up, but with a hiss he accidentally had cut his hand

- At the sight of blood you lost it

- You managed to hurt him, just like Rika had

- You managed to cause him pain, something you never ever wanted to do in your life time

- He didn’t deserve it anymore, he didn’t

- It took you a while to focus back on reality. Honestly, just thirty seconds, but you felt trapped in your mind for much longer than that.

- With his free hand he cupped your cheek, pressing his thumb against your lips

- “Shh, you didn’t hurt me. It was an accident. When she did it, it wasn’t an accident.”

- Oh god you were talking outloud. Oh my god. You started shaking, but he hushed you again.

- “Mc, shh. Focus, focus. There’s a towel in the kitchen. Get that for me, please.”

- You scrambled to your legs, nearly knocking oer a kitchen chair as you grabbed the towel.

- The whole time he dabbed at his hand, you felt your head point and static ring in your ears- And you swore you could feel static rubbing against your brain.

- His lips were moving,and it was so damn hard for you to focus at first

- “Mc? Look, it’s a very small cut, not deep at all. It won’t even leave a scar, okay?”

- Once the blood was wiped off, it…It really did look small.

- You started breathing a bit easier, your breath hitching a bit, as he pushed the broken pieces of the pot aside and carefully led you to the couch

- He held you against him, peppering your forehead and head with kisses, repeating over and over how it was just an accident.

- It would take a while for you to calm down, but when you did, he gave you such a warm, sweet, small smile

- “Mc, you are the greatest person to ever grace me. I promise, you could never hurt me like that. I love you, okay?”

- “Okay.”

Saeran

- You woke up already in a panic, lingering memories running down your spine

- You already couldn’t breathe. You were trying to suck in enough air but it wasn’t helping

- With constantly shaking hands, you reached out to Saeran, who was laying on his back and deep asleep

- You shook him, one…Two…Three times. He didn’t wake up yet, and you were freaking out so bad you had already started crying

- You gave him a harsher shake, and he groaned and finally blinked a bit. Rubbing his eye he turned to look at you, then froze.

- “I-I I can’t think right I can’t stop shaaking-”

- Without any prompting, he instantly pulled you to him, burying your face in his chest as he just wrapped his arms around you.

- He held your head against him, just trying to make you feel safer and stop shaking. It took a while, but eventually your body stopped trembling so harshly

- “Mc, what happened?”

- “B-Bad dream. Bad bad dream.”

- He didn’t laugh, he didn’t make fun of you. He kissed your head and started rubbing your back, repeating “You’re okay” over and over, until his warmth and voice was all you could focus on.

- He didn’t stop until he knew you were asleep. He pulled away a bit, situating the two of you into a much comfortable position, before kissing your head and going back to sleep with you firmly in his arms.

Imagine Snoke disrespecting Kylo and saying how useless he is infront of Rey…

Imagine Rey defending Kylo against Snoke in the throne room….

Imagine Kylo being shocked by this…someone defending him for once…

Imagine Snoke giving Kylo one last chance to prove himself by killing Rey….

Imagine the pain in Kylo’s face when he sees Rey being tortured in front of him…

Imagine Rey looking pleading at Kylo with tears in her eyes, saying “Kylo please, no”….

(That “half his heart” ask inspired me, so…) 

Three years ago he came to you. You weren’t surprised to see him hover around your hospital bed. His type fed on new death, and you were almost there. He waited, glowing eyes in the dark that everyone saw but no one could make go away. Your parents tried, first telling him to leave and then begging him to. 

They should’ve known better. Death eaters were patient creatures. And you…you were almost a corpse by then, anyway. 

And then he surprised the both of you. Instead of waiting for you to keel over like the vulture he was, he saw something in you, something you still hadn’t discovered, yourself. Whatever it was, though, it drove him to slice open both his and your chest, to cut in half your hearts, and to trade them. 

It was mutually beneficial. You lived in a constant half-dead state – who needed breath and food, anyway? – and he drew strength from the half-dead heart in his chest. 

At first you thought it was merely a kind of business transaction, but he wouldn't leave. He followed you, watched you, even protected you. You saw his eyes when you were shopping for new clothes, peeking out between the racks; you heard the scrape of his talons at college in your philosophy class; you felt his panic when he pulled you out of the way of speeding car. 

Then the gifts began arriving. You’d wake up with freshly shredded corpses on your bed, something that used to be a bird or raccoon not only left there but arranged just so. Some mornings you’d find coagulated blood in a pouch on your doorstep, and sometimes you’d pull a mutilated rat from your bookbag when you sought out assignments to turn in. Somehow it was all…appealing. 

He turned death into beauty, your savior. 

He didn’t speak much, nothing beyond low, guttural words struggled past sharp fangs in a desperate bid to communicate with you. That’s what did it for you: that struggle to speak. You sat with him for hours, helping him learn to speak basic words around the mass of teeth in his mouth. 

That night he sang to you as you crawled into bed, curled up underneath your mattress. In the morning you woke with him snuggled around you, all warm fur and long limbs, his snout in your hair. 

And he never left again. From that day on, he was always with you, always beside you. People were scared, confused, even enraged; it raised suspicions and incited paranoia. Why don’t you eat? Why is that thing following you? What happened to you in that hospital? 

Eventually, annoyed, you chose to leave. Humans had nothing more to offer you, anyway. 

“Take me home,” you told him. 

No human had ever ventured to the death eater’s realm before. Not only was it crazy, but it lacked all life except the creatures themselves, and even they had to leave to feed. If not for their own beating hearts, the realm would be considered wholly dead. Even the air could kill a human. 

living human – but you weren’t alive anymore, were you? 

His family was gigantic. They accepted you, though – you were, after all, carrying half the heart of one of theirs. And, gradually, you began understanding their trilling and clicking, and you began feeling your monster’s emotions. As time passed, you even found that the monsters weren’t monsters at all – they were just a family, a sentient race of terrifying-looking creatures whose home and food both required death. 

They never killed. They merely scented death’s arrival and waited for whatever it was to die. 

Outside of that, they were just like people. His brothers liked to present themselves like they were him, playing little jokes on you. His sisters found your blonde hair fascinating, always petting and brushing it. His parents were huggers, and every time you met them they paused to embrace you before letting you go. 

Three years ago, a monster saved your life. Now you lived with him in his world, bringing life to it – the body you thought was totally dead proved to have one last spark left. 

You named her “Hope”. 

yoonbum isn’t crying out of fear in this frame like we have seen him do before. He just sits on the ground after rejection. This frame breaks me, because i relate. 

This type of crying is reflecting years of loneliness, being and outcast, depression, mental illness, little to no self love. Bum crying here, is after rejection, of being treated like he is unworthy, and for people to not care. He is blatantly pushed to the ground like he is some underserving creep. This kind of crying i have experienced a lot in my life. Of course bum is in a worse situation so his crying is probably more stress filled.

But in this frame i see myself a lot: The lonely outkast kid, who so desperately wants to be part of something with someone, so much that people being kind once can make love appear in their head out of the blue. The child who is rejected again and again, constantly and forever reaffirmed that he is not welcome, that he is gross and disgusting and wrong. His tiredness, his stress, his hopelessness. He is in this frame sensing that there might not be another alternative outcome; nobody wants to save the loner with poor social skills.

It’s no explosive crying, but it’s the rawest most heartfelt of them. There he sits, rejected again. I see myself in that and it breaks my fucking heart to at any point acknowledge these feelings myself. 

What an amazing artist koogi is, to convey this exact emotion of hopelessness and real raw sadness. 

Suspicions

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2 AM

MASTERLIST 💛

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Summary: Michelle is suspicious of somethings 

A/N: I don’t think you guys are ready for this chapter tbh. Y/N is super tough in this one.

You looked out the window to see the sun setting over all the buildings. You were currently sat on Michelle’s couch waiting for Ned to arrive so the three of you can catch up and have dinner.

Michelle sat across the couch from you staring then she broke the silence. “What’s up with you?” she asked. “What do you mean?” you replied. “You have a weird look on your face?” she added. “What look?” “Like something’s on your mind.” she said looking at you suspiciously. “I don’t know, things have just been kind of weird back at the tower.” you confessed. “Aha! So there is something. I knew it!” Michelle cheered. “Hey! Do you want to hear about it, or not?” you threatened. “Well sorry…” she put her hands up in surrender “…I wanna hear about it.”

“Well it started a few weeks ago when Peter and I found ourselves having breakfast together in the middle of the night…” you started. “Why haven’t I heard about your late night escapades with Parker?” Michelle said teasingly. “FIrst, it was hardly an escapade, more like it was coincidental. Second, I didn’t tell you ‘cause I didn’t think it was that important.” you said.

“Okay go on.” Michelle insisted. “Well that night he said sorry about being angry about not telling him I was Valedictorian.” you said. “No way! Parker got soft? I thought he was all fuckboy Peter?” Michelle commented. “Apparently he’s really sorry about it. He told me he missed me too.” “He has no right to miss you. He was awful!” Michelle said a little annoyed.

“Then after that night, he acted differently…” you added. “How so?” “Well the next morning, during workouts and training, he seemed to always hover around me. He was always waiting up for me, asking if I needed help, offered to spot and spar with me. He surrounded me at all times, and was always trying to start a conversation with me, or he was finding any excuse to be near me.” you said continuing your rant.

“Ooooh looks like someone has a crush.” Michelle said poking your side. “Huh what crush? I don’t like Peter….” you kinda lied. “I wasn’t talking about you, I was talking about Peter starting to like you. But now that you brought it up, do you like Peter?” she inquired. “Uhm about that…” you started. “YOU LIKE PETER?” Michelle said almost jumping out her seat. “No I don’t! I used to though…back in highschool.” you confessed. “Why do you never tell me these things?” Michelle asked. “I don’t know, I didn’t want it to be a big deal back then. And besides, he was with Liz, and there was no point of pursuing anything.” you said.

“Well he’s not with her anymore, and it looks like he likes you, and you used to like him. What’s there to lose?” she added. “Are you suggesting I date Peter?  Peter Parker? Our Peter? After calling him a fuckboy, you want me to date him?” “I mean you were the one who said he seemed genuinely sorry, and that he looks like he’s trying to make a move on you. And I think with all of these factors added up, our old Peter seems to be back. I think I’m just being optimistic though. I think you should go for it” she said with complete honesty.

“I don’t know…” you said fiddling with your hair. “What’s holding you back?” Michelle asked. “I guess I’m just scared…” you admitted. “Scared of what?” “Scared of getting heartbroken, and losing him again like before…” you looked down to your hand in defeat. “Aww Y/N…” she pulled you into a hug, “…you’re going to deal with a lot of heartbreak, but whatever happens, I’ll be here for you and I’ll be here to beat up whichever guy dares to hurt you.” Michelle said reassuringly as she hugged you tighter. “Thank you…” you said looking up at her smiling. “Anytime.”

A few moments later, Ned comes barging through Michelle’s living room and sees the two of you in the midst of your hug fest then immediately shouts “I want to join!”. He comes rushing to the two of you and engulfs you both in a big hug,

~~~

You had woken up the next morning kind of tired and confused. The talk you and Michelle had last night kept you up, and you couldn’t really fall asleep. You couldn’t stop thinking about what she brought up. You wondered if Peter had actually liked you, Michelle sure thought so.

The more you thought about Peter, the more you started to feel things you hadn’t felt since high school. The more you couldn’t help but think about his laugh, or the way he’d stay behind with you if you ever fell back on a drill, or how his face would scrunch up in this really cute way whenever he was concentrating on something. You were falling for him. But at the same time, you were still thinking about the past. You couldn’t help but still feel hurt about what Peter did. Who could blame you? If Peter was sorry, and if he was in love with you, why couldn’t he have reached out to you over the past 4 years? If Peter really wanted to be with you, he’s do something about it. You wanted to fall for him without conditions this time. You were fucking screwed.

You went on with the rest of your day normally and before you knew it, it was already time for dinner. Dinner itself went by pretty fast, everyone was kind of just talking about their day, the embarrassing thing that happened to Bucky at the gym today, or upcoming missions, the usual stuff.

After dinner, you found yourself outside, nursing yet another cup of coffee to keep you warm from the cool night air. You were looking down at the streets and the cars and all the lights flashing all over the city. You couldn’t think of a more fascinating thing to look at. You wanted to have some quietness for a few moments since work has been stressful lately, deadlines were killing you. Your thoughts were interrupted with the railing being tapped on to catch your attention. It was Peter.

“Hey…” he said walking to you and putting his hands over the railing just like you did. “Hey…” you greeted him back. “So…the elliptical fiasco with Bucky this morning was pretty funny, huh?” he said trying to make small talk. “Yeah, you would think that a guy like him would know how to use an elliptical without hurting himself.” You said laughing a bit. “Yeah.” he replied. “So…” he started again. “So…” “Do you want to hang out sometime? Like out of the tower, just you and me?” he asked. So this is how Peter Parker flirts, you thought to yourself. “Sure, that would be nice.” you answered. There was a few moments of silence and you couldn’t help but notice that the distance between the two of you had gotten shorter and shorter over the past few minutes. “Do you-” “So I was-” the both of you started at the same time. “You go first.” he insisted. “I was just saying that there was this pl-” you were cut off by Peter’s soft lips pressing against yours. It took you a moment to register what happened but when you did you were surprised that you kissed back.

You both pulled away kind of just stared at each other for a moment, both trying to comprehend what just happened. Peter had just kissed you. You kissed back.

“I’m in love with you Y/N…” he said. “I’ve been wanting to tell you since you went left for London.”

He leaned in again but you turned away. As much as you wanted to continue, you didn’t want to start something before completely clearing up the past. And he’s been in love with you since you went away? Why is he only bringing this up now? “Is there something wrong?” Peter asked with a really concerned look on his face. “If you love me, then why didn’t go  after me?” you said not able to look him in the eyes. “What do you mean?” he said trying to make you look at him. “You said you’ve been in love with me, so why didn’t you go after me?” Now you had the courage to look him in the eyes. You had the upper hand.

“I thought I had lost you…” Peter confessed. “Bullshit…” you said bitterly, “…you could have reached out to me. I was only a phone call away….” you added. “It was hard for me, the thought of losing you…I thought you hated me, Y/N” he said. “And it wasn’t hard for me? I watched my best friend slip away from me, while he fell for another girl, and now all of a sudden we’re okay?” you said with tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

You wanted to be in love with Peter too, but you couldn’t let him off that easily, not after what he did. “I’m in love with you Y/N…” Peter said once more as you tried to walk away from him. “Prove it.” you said looking back one last time.

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Royal Heights and Untold Delights: Part 1

This was a last second idea I had so I hope you all enjoy this Logince fantasy!au. I forgot how much I loved writing for fantasy.

As usual, let me know what you guys think of this.

Word Count: 1,736

Pairings: Logince

Warnings: Sexually suggestive banter


Roman Fortier peered out over the kingdom from his bedroom window. It was early morn and the sun had crested over the mountains to cast a soft orange glow on the buildings below. A church bell rang in the distance signaling it was almost time for his guest to arrive. “Best be off. Today should prove interesting.” He savored one last look out over the town and stepped away to prepare for the Royal Tutor.


Logan McLure was awestruck by the sight of the Fortier castle. He’d only ever seen the surrounding town and the tall spires that towered over the city. But now? Here he was, at the castle entrance, and his admiration for the structure only grew tenfold. “Such illustrious craftsmanship.” His deep brown eyes took in every detail of each window, wall, and walkway. “I think my stay here will be rather enlightening.” The sound of metal boots fast approaching forced him from his state of awe and he frowned slightly. He turned his attention away from the main structure and now looked at the four guards which stood in front of him; blocking his way.

“What business do you have here?” A tall burly guard called out to Logan, hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword.

“I’m here by personal request of King Fortier. My name is Logan McLure, Royal Tutor, here is my invitation.” He slowly reached a hand into his black leather bag and pulled out a roll of parchment wrapped with a red ribbon. A gold wax seal bearing the Fortier crest was also pressed into the paper. He handed it over to the guard who took it with a skeptical glance at Logan.

They unrolled the summons and gave it a quick once-over before handing the parchment back. “Everything appears to be in order. Allow me to escort you to your quarters.” He did a slight bow at the waist which Logan promptly returned with his own curt nod.

The other guards stepped aside to allow passage for Logan and his temporary escort. Both men soon fell into a brisk pace as they entered the castle. The Royal Tutor made sure to commit to memory every twist, turn, and flight of stairs he took along the way. This castle was a maze, and any lesser person could easily get lost within the confines of its walls.

Another couple of minutes slipped by before they finally reached his chambers. “Here we are, M’lord. Please get acquainted with your quarters for now. The King will send for you after his affairs are in order.” The guard motioned with an open palm at the room ahead of them and then gave another quick bow before taking off back through the hall.

Logan silently watched the guard leave down the corridor and was surprised when they stopped to bow low for someone passing by them. Must be a member of the royal family. He wasn’t too keen on finding out if his observation was correct at this exact moment. Especially when he was too bogged down with his own personal belongings to give a proper show of respect.

Not wanting to wait and see who the mystery royal was he quickly ducked into his chambers and quietly closed the door behind him. He then turned to face the room and was once again left feeling dazzled by the pure beauty of it. Everything from the curtains to the bedcovers was ornate, decorative, and kept extremely tidy. For a small moment, Logan wondered if he really deserved such nice accommodations. However, his thoughts soon shifted to what he should prepare for his first lesson and he searched the room for a desk where he might work out a curriculum for the Prince.

Finding one hidden in the corner he stepped lively over to it and deposited his bags on the floor. Right as he sat down, and got out a piece of paper to write on, there came a set of three soft knocks upon his door. “Come in.” He called out calmly but did not lift his head from the piece of parchment in front of him. The door opened, someone wearing heeled shoes stepped in, and then the door closed again. “Does the King request my presence?” Logan thought the assumption made sense for the timing. But, when he heard the distinct click of a lock being turned his brown eyes quickly snapped up to look towards the door.

“My deepest apologies, but the King is still busy dealing with matters of his kingdom.” Roman stood next to the door with one hand behind his back and the other holding something. His attention was fixed on the key currently in his palm that he had taken from a passing guard only moments ago. “In short,” he suddenly tossed the key up and caught it in a firm grip, “I can entertain my curiosity about you first, without worry of interruptions.” He gave the Royal Tutor a sidelong glance and smirked playfully.

Who was this person? No one informed Logan that he would need to endure an invasive interrogation by some unknown party. “I beg your pardon?” He stood up from the desk and took a step towards the figure blocking his escape.

This tutor was certainly more handsome than the last one. He took a second to admire the way that Logan was dressed. He had on a black doublet with blue trim over a long-sleeved white poet shirt. Black full-length trousers adorned his legs and his shoes were obviously for a commoner but, they were at least clean and well polished. “Oh, I’m confident you’ll be begging for more than that later,” Roman teased. He then dropped the key into his jacket pocket before clasping both hands at the small of his back.

The comment caught Logan off guard and he felt his cheeks flush a little. Did this person just make a coquet remark towards him? “Excuse me sir, but I do not appreciate-”

“Sir?” Roman interrupted with a laugh. “You’re brave to address me with such informality.” He spoke the warning with a deep mocking tone. After another couple steps towards the tutor, his white and gold regal attire could be seen in all of its colorful display.

Logan’s eyes grew wide with fear as he realized his mistake. Immediately he dropped to one knee, placed his right hand on the left side of his chest and bowed his head. “Your Highness! My sincerest apologies.” His heart was now beating a mile a minute. I’m here for less than ten minutes and already I’ve offended the Prince. I pray that my punishment is not too severe. Sweat quickly began to bead on his forehead.

“Well, you most certainly recovered that slip of the tongue in a heartbeat. Good to know you aren’t prone to foolish statements on purpose.” Roman smiled in approval and then leaned down to gently place his index finger under Logan’s chin. The tutor stiffened from the touch and swallowed hard. “Now would you please stand? Kneeling is not necessary for your position.” He coaxed Logan into tilting his head up before pulling his hand back.

“If I may, your Highness. Which position were you referring to?” Logan wished with all of his might for his heart to stop racing. It was no longer clear if the adrenaline was from fear or, possibly, from something else. Slowly he stood to his full height which was still a smidge shorter than the Prince. This, surely because of the heeled boots his Highness wore. He brought a hand up to carefully adjust his spectacles while he waited for the Prince to reply.

Roman gave a short laugh. “I was merely talking about your position as a Royal Tutor, of course. But,” Then, without warning, he stepped closer to Logan, wrapped an arm around his waist and lowered him into a dip. This gesture elicited an abrupt sound of surprise from the tutor as he clung to Roman’s jacket with both hands. “I’m happy to humor you with other positions if you so desire.” A large grin pulled across Roman’s face and he looked down into Logan’s eyes; which were still filled with a mixture of fear and confusion.

“Y-your Highness, p-please! Show some restraint. I’m here as your teacher, not as your lov-” Logan didn’t get the chance to finish his statement. He had been swiftly laid out on the floor and was now being pinned beneath the Prince; who seemed all too content to straddle his hips and peer down at him like some prized catch. His heart suddenly raced anew and he swallowed nervously again. His chest rose and fell in time with the heavy breathing he could no longer hold back. “Y-your H-highness…” Words just weren’t his forte this morning.

Roman had leaned down so that their faces were only inches apart. He then spoke softly while tracing a finger along Logan’s jaw. “I know you intended to come here only as a tutor. But, I would ask that you consider alternative options as well. I mean, you are such a fine catch and it would be a shame if my father caught word of you calling me sir.” His eyes flashed as if to challenge the tutor into fighting back.

Logan felt his heart seize at the implications behind this love-struck Prince’s words. With that one phrase, he was now indebted to this pompous royal for who knows how long. His eyes fell closed and he made a sound of frustrated defeat. “If his Highness truly wishes for me to keep myself available then so be it. You seem to have me locked in a stalemate.”

Knowing that he had won this round Roman let out a sound of victory. “Wonderful!” He leaned back and got to his feet, then he offered a hand to the tutor. “Come, I’ll introduce you to my father.”

Logan opened his eyes and stared at the outstretched hand for a moment. He chose not to accept it and instead went with pushing himself up. “If meeting his Majesty will allow me a break from whatever advances you intend to throw at me then, by all means, lead the way, your Highness.” The hint of a smirk sat on his lips as he bowed at the waist and waited for Prince Roman to lead the way.

(Part 2)


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Okay, so the first song of the musical is actually very sad once you listen to the lyrics? Like the music is upbeat and fun but the lyrics are absolutely heartbreaking. Just with this song you get to know Percy’s character in a way no movie could ever do. All he wants is someone, he wants to be loved, he wants to be accepted but no matter what he does, ‘you’re always to blame’ he spends the whole song telling you he is a good kid and a good son but no one believes, to the point he doesn’t believe it either ‘I swear I’m a good kid, yes I’m good for nothing at all.’ 

This is Percy telling you all his insecurities, his fears, he’s a 12 years old who thought he finally found a safe place but now everybody is blaming him ‘no one will ever take my side’ he doesn’t have friends, he doesn’t have anyone because his mom is no longer there and he doesn’t have a home and then it comes the more heartbreaking part, when you can feel the sadness in his voice while he sings  ‘I swear I never stole anything, I never meant to hurt anyone. I swear, I swear that I’m a good kid, a good kid.’ and the you have the final blow to you heart that leaves you crying  ‘All I need is one last chance to prove I’m good enough for someone.’

Excuse me I gotta go and cry

Yana’s favorite tropes

Today I feel like adressing one of the most popular topics in the Kuroshitsuji fandom, the BL subtext. The male on male fanservice has always been prominent in the series, has stirred up controversy, attracted many. annoyed some, and even spawned a funny rumor that the manga was supposed to be a yaoi one. The last statement, which has aready been proved false, has it’s roots in the author’s past as a yaoi artist and the shota BL works that she published under her pen name Yanao Rock. For this post I decided to read one of those works, Glamorous Lip, a one-shot consisting in six different short stories, and take note of the similarities with Yana’s current and most prominent work, Kuroshitsuji

First I want to note that with these observations I am not trying to prove a point or encourage any particular view of the manga, I simply thought that getting to know the author’s tastes might help to make future predictions on the current storyline. 

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