the angry ones are the train ones

sloppy sketch bc i couldnt stop thinking about them. my take on the villains from season eight- @ lego let them be a girl gang

thoughts on this: between leaving and reuniting with lloyd, misako p much adopted a ton of angsty outcast teenage girls + taylor and trained them. then once she let it slip about her son, they felt like replacements and left.

Cassy is the green one, the leader, shes angry and bitter that she was basically a replacement for the oh so precious Lloyd, but she still wants Misako to love her.

Ada is red and her second in command, and Ada is basically just really quiet but when she does insert commentary she’s sarcastic as hell

Taylor, white, is the only guy in the group and couldn’t care less. He’s the compassionate one, and the only one that can keep Cassy in line. Share your secrets Taylor.

Jules (dark blue) and Robin (light blue) are sisters. Jules is tired literally all the time and Robin is a ball of energy. Running joke that Robin stole all her sister’s perkiness.

Celia (brown/black) works mostly on instinct yet surprisingly comes up with the most plans. Smartest of the bunch.

7 Reasons Why

So…. I am currently watching the new tv show “13 Reasons Why” and my mind decided to make a tragically-beautiful connection tooooo can you guess what?? YUP LANCE!! So here are my thoughts once again… hope you enjoy and feel free to comment any other ideas!!
*NOTE* I’m lowkey crying as I’m writing this. My heart isn’t okay. I’m not okay, okay?? *MORE NOTES* So this came out kinda different than the show/book but i hope yall kinda get the idea

  • Lance was dead. Had committed suicide to be exact. And he left his story behind.
  • The tapes appeared from nowhere. No one knew where they came from or where they disappeared to. No one knew that the tapes contained so much in such a small amount of time. No one knew that these tapes would become an ugly part of them.
  • “Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain (KINDA LOVE THIS LAST NAME) here. Live and in stereo.”
  • Lance starts off by explaining his “7 Reasons Why” (hahaha get it? Cuz he’s the seventh wheel?? *cries*) he committed suicide and his two rules.
    • “Rule number one. You must listen to the tapes. I’m not gonna lie. This is going to be hard to do but you MUST LISTEN.”
    • “Rule number two. When you are done, you must leave them where you found them. And if you, oh lets say, decide to throw them away, tsk tsk tsk…. bad things will happen.”
  • “First and foremost, our mighty and heroic leader, Shiro.”
    • “I wasn’t good enought to be praised by you.” Lance explains that Shiro was a good leader, a great leader one might say. Unreplacable, “unlike me.” So why was it that he never told Lance “great job” or “thanks for the help.” Why did he alway care so much for Keith? Told him “great job out there” and patted him on the back after every battle. Why did he always take his side even when he was in the wrong? Why did he treat Pidge like a little sister? Always taking care of them and making sure they were getting enough sleep. Always being so nice and caring to both. “You were always my hero but why did you not act like it?” He never payed attention when Lance didnt get enough sleep or didnt eat or was sick. Always making him work and train. Always pointing out his flaws without helping him improve them. “Why, Shiro, did you not care for me?”
  • “Can you guess our number two?? Well, I’ll give you a hint. It’s not me this time. *laughs* First time being number two, our excellent number one paladin, Keith!”
    • “Keith my man, I loved you.” (Klangst? WHY TF NOT?!?) Lance always loved Keith, always looked up to him too. He loved to joke around with him, loved to rile him up, loved to bicker with him because thats how he got to talk to him. He knew that they were playing around so why did it hurt so much? “Why Keith, did you always tell me I wasn’t good enough?” Always telling him to leave you alone, always “you’re annoying me” and never “please stay.” Keith always reminded Lance that he was never good enough, never up to his level, never realizing how lance felt. But how could Lance blame him? However, sometimes Keith, you, took it to far to the point where my heart was too broken to put back together. “I’ve always loved you but you made it so easy to hate you, too.”
  • “My favorite green paladin, my little space sister (female pronouns for this), my gaming buddy, Pidge.”
    • “Pidge, did you even ever realize that I saw you as my sister?” Lance saw his little sister in Pidge. He always, like Shiro, did his best to make sure they stayed healthy. He was always fussing over her eating and sleeping habits. So why did she never appreciate him? “Pidge, you never even said thanks you.” Lance just wanted to be a brother to her. So why did she make him a disposable replacement for her missing brother? Always using him when necessary and then throwing him away when it got too much for her? “Leave me alone Lance. Im working.” Pidge sometimes said really hurtful comments to Lance and she never let him help her because why would she let someone “annoying” help? In, reality Pidge was his sister but according to Pidge, “You are not my brother, Lance. Matt is.”
  • “Hunk, my precious beautiful friend. You did nothing wrong but you also did nothing at all.”
    • “Where to start?” Hunk had always been Lance’s best friend but after Voltron things changed. “I noticed that you and Pidge would hang out together, without me.” Lance just wants to be part of their group again. He tried so hard so join, to contribute, to help. But all he got was “you’re distracting us.” Although they didn’t hang out as much, Hunk was the first one to realize that something was wrong with Lance. “You left me alone.” Hunk saw him getting worse and changing throughout the days. He saw but didn’t do anything. “Hunk, why did you not do anything, if you noticed?” Lance wondered why Hunk left him by himself, why he didn’t try to reach out to him, why he didn’t invite him over, why didn’t he? “You could have helped but you didn’t.”
  • “Our beautiful space princess who will save the universe without moi, Allura.”
    • “Sometimes, your pushing for perfection was too much, not just for me but for everyone.” Lance always felt like the odd one out. Everyone was good at something but he never had a “thing” and Allura’s nagging didn’t help. “Keep up Lance!” Keep up with Keith in the training stimulator. Keep up with Pidge’s new machinery. Keep up with Shiro’s battle plans. Keep up with Hunk’s nee inventions. Keep up. “Again.” No matter how hard Lance tried, Allura was never satisfied. Never complementing him, never saying “good job,” never letting him rest, never telling he was good enough. “Why, Allura, did you never see how hard I was trying?”
  • “Lets talk about our seventh wheel, our number one *snickers* sharpshooter, Me! Lance!”
    • “In my opinion, I was the number one at fault for this occurrence.” Lance hated himself. He hated himself for feeling jealous, angry, sad, homesick, depressed. “I just wanted to be like the rest of you all.” Lance wanted to be as good as Keith and as strong as Shiro. He wanted to be as nice and comforting as Hunk. Wanted to be as smart as Pidge and as powerful as Allura. “I wish I wasn’t so selfish.” Lance thought he was selfish. He wished to get “thanks you’s” from the rest. Wished he get praised from Shiro and Allura. Wished Keith would feel the same way. Wished he was home with his famiy. He wished and wished and he hated it. “I wished I was home.”
  • “My favorite alien, Coran, the one who took care of me and who noticed me struggling. Yes, he tried to help but I guess it wasn’t enough since I’m dead now.”
    • “You let me walk away.” Coran tried helping Lance in his own way. But how could an alien understand some Earthly emotions? “We talked but sometimes it was just you talking.” Coran tried to get Lance to open up to him but failed. He always cut off Lance with his own stories so he never let Lance say what was bothering him. “Coran, you were like an uncle to me.” Coran reminded Lance of his uncle and it kinda hurt him. He was constantly reminded of his family whenever he was with Coran. This made his emotions even worse when he talked to Coran because sometimes Coran didn’t understand him. The day Lance died, Coran had told him to just “move on.” Lance just got up and left but he secretly hoped that Coran would come after him. He didn’t. “You wanted me to move on from this and I did.”
  • “I’m sorry.”

written by @the-kittens-of-voltron (it was written a looooonggg time ago so, so sorry for the lateness)
Midoriya and his many parents

Not a Dream Daddy post.

 I’ve mentioned this briefly in Aizawa’s profile, but BnHA is just chock full of father figures. There’s a big emphasis on mentors and fatherhood, more so than in a lot of other manga and anime I follow.
Now, the idea of the ’sensei’ is fairly classic, the old master who teaches the young hero their secret technique and all that. But the young heroes in BnHA, with their high stakes environment, do have a lot of them.

 This is especially true for Midoriya.

 Inko Midoriya

Surely I’m not the only one who thinks it’s super interesting that we have not seen Midoriya’s biological father? Like… he wasn’t even on the couch watching the Sports Festival.

Considering his mother appears to be a house wife in a fairly nice apartment, I think it’s safe to assume that he at least exists. Maybe he’s a salaryman with a lot of overtime, more likely he’s working overseas.
Whatever the case, he’s very much an absent dad. 
Now, absentee parents aren’t that much of a deal in anime. The ‘16-year old living alone in Tokyo’ is a bit of a trope, after all, but here, with the emphasis on several characters parents, it feels like a statement. This is the manga in which we know the entire family set-up of Tsuyu, and the names and appearance of Jirou’s parents. Much as I love Jirou, she’s a side character.
For the main character to have a blank space like that, is a Thing. It means that growing up, Izuku had one parental figure, and that parental figure was his mother.

And give the woman credit: she did amazing.
It is not easy to raise a child practically by yourself. Certainly not a child that is considered an outcast by society. The amount of love Midoriya receives from his mother is heart-warming, their relationship is one of the better ones portrayed in shounen and as a result, Midoriya is a kid with an incredible amount of mental fortitude, capable of handling some pretty devastating circumstances.
His mother has been a supporting pillar in his early childhood, which, remember, was pretty rough on account of all the bullying. As such she has shaped a lot of his personality. She’s equipped him with confidence, with an unshakable belief in himself.
However, she is very much not a hero.

Her love is one of katsudon and hugs and kind words and worried tears. She wants him safe, above all else. She’s never going to teach him hand-to-hand and going by her advice alone will not make him into the hero he desperately wants to be.
Him quite literally leaving the warm nest she made for him to learn how to fight evil people is a big part of him growing up.

 All Might

Maybe that’s why Izuku puts so much of his hopes and dreams on All Might.
Here’s his ultimate hero taking an interest in little old him.
It’s a fairy tale. A manga trope.
And I really believe that he sees an alternate father figure in All Might once he gets closer to him. They have their wax on, wax off moment on the beach, with All Might encouraging him to get stronger. This is the trope. The sensei, mister Miyagi thing where the kid gets prepped to receive the ultimate technique (in the form of a lock of… hair, whatever).
But unlike traditional masters, and unlike his biological father, All Might sticks around. He is a presence in his life. He cares for Midoriya and his continued success in a way that, at this point, no other male figure does.

Dad Might gives Midoriya a whole bunch of very important advice, but it’s good to note that this isn’t a rough or distant sort of male mentorship.
All Might quite literally opens himself up to Midoriya.
He shows him his weaker side. The skeletal side. The broken side.
Because All Might, let’s not forget, is a friggin mess.

I mean, I know he’s going through a lot, but this man is Such a Dork. It’s definitely endearing and it is also one of his best traits as a character. However: as a person, he’s really not very well equipped to be raising a teenager. He lacks, in a way, the stability and level-headedness that comes with the position of a teacher.
He cares too much. About everything. All the time.
And he nurtures that side of Midoriya, when Midoriya already has plenty of that.

He can’t help but admire Midoriya’s selflessness. Can’t help but praise the very foundation upon which his own heroics are based: helping people.
When he saves Todoroki. When he saves Bakugou, All Might is there to tell Midoriya that what he did is all right.

And this is certainly important for Midoriya to hear, but at this point it’s also not the only thing he needs to hear. 

 Aizawa Shouta

Luckily Midoriya also gets a more traditional teacher figure.
It’s interesting to note that, despite being the younger of the two, and despite the fact that he sometimes teaches from an honest to god sleeping bag, Aizawa is a much more stable mentor and general Adulting Adult.
He still cares about his students, but he’s also much more likely to Act as a Teacher.

Because Aizawa immediately picks up on Izuku’s self-mutilation.
He watched the entrance exam, he knows that Izuku’s quirk is, at this point, extremely flawed. That Izuku doesn’t have control over it.
He explains it in a pretty standoffish way, and certainly this early in the show it comes across as cruel, but he’s not wrong.
Izuku is breaking bones every single time he uses his quirk at this point in time. If he does anything with his quirk, he’ll be a casualty.
Him using only a single finger is framed as a feat of intelligence,
but it is also INSANE.
'Oh you only broke one finger, you have nine attacks left’.
That is NOT a good plan. Don’t do that. For fuck’s sake.
I hope we all realize that what Midoriya is doing is Not Healthy.
He is eating away at himself, destroying his own body over and over again.

When Aizawa tells Midoriya to get a grip on his powers he’s not just being an ass. He’s being a responsible adult, a teacher that cares about the general well-being of the students assigned to him.

Manga spoilers under the cut.

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One of my least favorite things in the Prisoner of Azkaban film is the handling of the Scabbers-Crookshanks narrative, and more specifically how in the movies it’s a far more one-sided fight completely in favor of Hermione. In the movie we get one scene of Ron warning Hermione to keep her cat away from Scabbers—a Scabbers who is apparently not ill or who Ron isn’t bothering to medicate like in the books, and a Scabbers that Ron can apparently almost forget to bring to Hogwarts necessitating his mother to run after the train to give the rat to him.

Jump to Scabbers suddenly being missing, Ron accusing Crookshanks with no evidence and Hermione defending her cat. The two are angry, but there is no real emotion, no actual hurt behind the words. Crookshanks could have accidentally spilled Ron’s inkwell and he would sound just as angry.

Then not minutes later, they are in Hagrid’s Hut where their friend miraculously produces the rat—not without chiding Ron “you should take better care of your pets” which automatically frames the situation as Ron’s fault to the audience. To drive the point further home Hermione, rather than simply be relieved and happy for her friend that his pet was not actually eaten, immediately starts in with “I think you owe someone an apology”. Ron purposefully acts obtuse, and further removes himself from the audience’s sympathy by replying “Next time I see Crookshanks, I’ll let him know” allowing Hermione a self-righteous “I meant me!” as if this is the greatest affront of her life.

And none of this is how it is in the book. At all.

Firstly, Crookshanks makes multiple attempts on Scabbers’ life throughout the novel in front of the Trio. This is partly because Hermione continues to allow her cat near Scabbers despite Ron repeatedly telling her not to. Because he cares about Scabbers. Despite him being a hand-me-down and a bit dull, Scabbers is his pet and Ron cares about him. He gets him—likely expensive—tonic when Scabbers begins losing weight and fur, he takes to carrying him around to keep him safer from Crookshanks. Scabbers is his pet and we are shown that Ron would be very upset if he were to lose him.

This sets the stage for when he does, when Pettigrew as Scabbers fakes his death and frames Crookshanks. Keeping in mind Ron’s feelings about Scabbers this whole previous year, his resulting actions make perfect sense. He is incredibly upset with Hermione and confronts her, only for her to deny her cat had any involvement.

And yeah, maybe it seems like he’s being mean to Hermione by shutting her out—something that Harry also does during the Firebolt fight that is conveniently left out of the movie—but look at it from Ron’s point of view. Hermione’s pet was attempting to kill his pet all year. He repeatedly requested she keep her pet away from his, and Hermione largely did not respect that boundary. When confronted with pretty damning evidence considering the circumstances, Hermione still refused to admit any possible blame and defended her cat who almost certainly—again, considering the circumstances—ate his rat. And just a note, Harry is equally convinced Crookshanks did it, even if he’s not as emotionally charged in his conviction. Why shouldn’t Ron be angry with her? Why shouldn’t he want her to admit her cat’s fault? His friend refused to listen to him all year and is now seemingly disregarding his feelings because she’s too proud to admit she’s wrong.

But here’s the thing. Once Hermione comes to Harry and Ron with the news about Buckbeak losing his trial—something far more important—they make amends. In fact it is Ron who does the most. Just to refresh everyone’s memory:

“They can’t do this,” said Harry. “They can’t. Buckbeak isn’t dangerous.”

“Malfoy’s dad frightened the Committee into it,” said Hermione, wiping her eyes. “You know what he’s like. They’re a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There’ll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can’t see any hope…Nothing will have changed.”

“Yeah it will,” said Ron fiercely. “You won’t have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I’ll help.”

“Oh, Ron!”

Hermione flung her arms around Ron’s neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away.

“Ron, I’m really, really sorry about Scabbers…,” she sobbed.

“Oh—well—he was old,” said Ron, looking thoroughly relieved that she had let go of him. “And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now.”

(Prizoner of Azkaban, pages 291-292, Scholastic Hardback Edition)

Harry barely says anything in this scene, and it is mostly Ron who extends the olive branch. This makes sense as the matter primarily concerns him and Hermione, but I just want to make it clear that Ron is not pressured into forgiving her, he is not grudging about it. In fact, he is already offering her his help before she even apologizes, and once she does he immediately tries to downplay his hurt feelings over Scabbers’ loss—mostly out of a fourteen year-old’s discomfort with crying and hugging from girls they may or may not have a developing crush on. He doesn’t gloat over the apology or being right, and he instantly drops any hostility.

This is chapter fifteen out of a twenty-two chapter book. Hermione and Ron are not feuding up until nearly the end of third year, as depicted in the movie. Hermione does in fact apologize about Scabbers while Ron is not an ass about it, and the narrative leaves them off on mostly even ground. The rest of the book consists of Ron working on the appeal for Hermione as she prepares for all her exams, worrying over her impossible schedule, her health, and so on. They barely even bicker that entire duration.

Ron is a great friend to Hermione. The movies just didn’t want to show that.

Alright as much as I adore Yuuri and Victor being ridiculously in love and basically joined at the hip, I also love the idea of Yuuri, introvert that he is, just needing to be alone sometimes. After all, no matter how much you love someone with all your heart - a friend, a partner, a sibling - if you spend every waking hour of every waking day with them, that can be exhausting. They sleep together, train together, eat together, and are really only apart when one of them runs errands alone or one wakes up early to walk Makkachin in the morning while the other sleeps in, and sometimes Yuuri just needs to be by himself. 

Victor doesn’t understand at first. This whole thing is new to him anyway, and he doesn’t get that Yuuri isn’t mad at him when he retires early into movie night or occasionally seems to prefer the dog’s company to his. He’s frustrated that Yuuri won’t just tell him why he’s angry, and Yuuri is frustrated that Victor doesn’t understand that he isn’t. He really isn’t. 

It takes them some time and a few minor quarrels, but Victor slowly starts to realize what he means - that as much as Yuuri loves him (and he doesn’t doubt that Yuuri does), he needs time to himself, a place of his own. They share everything - a home, a bedroom, a bathroom, a rink - and Yuuri has very little to call his and his alone. 

So when Yuuri is away on a trip to visit his parents in Hasetsu - a trip that Victor knows he needed to take alone, just this once - Victor gets to work. 

He clears out the old dusty boxes and books from the small extra room, finds new places for some things and donates the rest of them. He vacuums and dusts and puts down a fluffy rug over the cold hard wood, puts in a kotatsu because he knows Yuuri’s feet get cold easily in the bitter Russian winter, and piles the love seat by the window high with every blanket and pillow he can spare. As a finishing touch he even puts in a doggy door so that Makkachin can come and go as he pleases even whenever Yuuri wants to keep the door shut.

When Yuuri comes home and gets unpacked, Victor hustles him over to the room with a grin on his face. And Yuuri is confused at first: “Vitya, what is this?” And Victor just smiles at him and kisses him on the cheek. “It’s your room.” 

At first he can see the tiniest glint of anxiety flitting across Yuuri’s eyes, can practically hear him wondering if Victor is kicking him out of their bed, and he is quick to correct him. To tell him that he knows he doesn’t understand fully what goes on in Yuuri’s head, but that he also knows Yuuri needed his own space. To keep him sane, to keep him calm, and when Yuuri realizes - really realizes - what Victor has done for him, he could cry.

Sometimes they curl up together on the loveseat and watch snow fall outside, or eat together with their feet tucked warmed under the kotatsu. Sometimes Yuuri lounges with a book or his music and Makkachin on his lap. Sometimes he keeps the door open, and sometimes he shuts it, and that’s okay too, because he always comes out eventually, and he seems lighter, more rested, more calm. 

Victor doesn’t need to spend every second with him to know he loves him. Knowing Yuuri is happy and comfortable makes the time they spend together so much sweeter.

jigglejaggle  asked:

Can you write this prompt of yours? Lance and Keith are dating and sometimes bicker but one day it turns out into an almost real fight and Keith goes to push him( they were training before they were fighting and they’re in the training room) and as he does Lance just stumbles back. He bites back with angry words and Says something bad (dunno what) and Keith just swings at him. He stops immediately as he sees Lance flinch inwardly, eyes shutting and body stiffening, like he’s used to being hit.

Yup. Can do. Honestly it’s one of my favorites that I’ve come up with. I love langst. It’ll be kind of tooth rotting fluff after all the langst. (This’ll take after Shiro was gone but they got him back. But the stress from the incident not gone yet)


Lance didn’t know what had started the “argument”, all he knew was that he was pissed. Keith just had to run his mouth all the damn time. All the time. Even if Lance was doing his best to be useful to his boyfriend and his team. They had been doing great as a couple so far. But the stress from being cooped up for so long making everyone grumpy.

“No wonder you’re so fucking useless all the time,” Keith remarked, pushing Lance by his shoulders since he was so close and it made Keith angrier. Keith really didn’t mean it, but Lance was just so frustrating. So full of himself but he couldn’t do one simple thing right at times. He loved Lance, but the things he used to find endearing were starting to frustrate him more and more.

Lance felt his heart crack at the comment, biting the inside of his cheek. The metallic taste of blood coating his tongue as he bit into it harder. He pushed Keith back, anger covering his usually happy go lucky features that were on his face. “Maybe if you weren’t such a hot head then maybe you could actually have protected Shiro when he disappeared,” he growled back, it was a low blow. Lance knew that.

Keith’s eyes darkened and his mouth thinned into a straight line. Lance’s stomach dropped as he saw the look on his face. He had seen it so many times. On his ex’s faces and his parents faces as he told them he was Bi before he left for the Garrison. His heart’s pace picked up as adrenaline flushed throughout his body.

Keith was seeing red by now, Lance knew he hated what had happened. Then he had to bring it up, especially right now. A small growl rumbled In his chest as his body moved on its own. He swung straight for Lance.

Lance saw how Keith’s muscles contracted and his glare seemed to tear deep into his heart. As he saw the punch coming he prepared himself like he used to. His old habit of flinching and seizing up whenever someone moved too fast towards him or lashed out their arms quickly. His scrunched his face up and his body stiffened as his breathing quickened. He was waiting for it. The similar feeling of pain flashing against his skin and sending him tumbling backwards and tears rising up to his eyes. Though it never came.

Slowly he opened his eyes to see Keith’s fist stopped an inch or so away from his face. His eyes wide in obvious surprise and realization as to what Lance’s reaction was. Lance deflated, not wanting to spill about his past. He couldn’t, especially not with Keith. Keith who “hated him” at times.

Keith was surprised by Lance’s reaction. It was terrifying. Realization sunk into his gut and tightened his chest as he knew that Lance would have never reacted that quickly if he hadn’t seen that scenario before many times. His hand uncle cues from the tight fist he had it in and he slowly relaxed. Worry bubbling up his theist as he looked at Lance, who was looking at Keith with the most terrified look. That look stung Keith’s heart and could probably end even the worst battles.

Lance was shaking, afraid of Keith. Afraid of what Keith was going to do. “Oh my god… Lance..” he whispered and looked at him sadly. Slowly he carefully gathered a shaking Lance up into his arms. “I’m so sorry. Lance. Baby..” he whispered. Lance let out a choked sob as tears gathered in his eyes. He didn’t have to explain to Keith of what had happened in his past because Keith knew his reaction from experience.

Had Keith actually hit him, Lance wasn’t sure what would’ve happened. He had a feeling he would’ve returned to covering up everything with his usual facade of a happy go lucky boy. Keith’s heart shattered at the sobs that escaped Lance’s lips. “I’m so sorry Lance,” he was sorry for what had happened in the past and what he had been prepared to do at the time.

Jaune: blatantly disrespects Weiss’s space on multiple occasions, ignores her when she asks him to go away or leave her alone, brushes Pyrrha off entirely when she says hello

Jaune: cares more about his pride than his and Pyrrha’s lives

Jaune: brushes off Cardin’s violent racism as him just being “a jerk to everyone”

Jaune: lied to get into a school he had neither the tactical skill, combat ability/experience, nor intellect to actually qualify for, all for the sake of his man pride

Jaune: refused to communicate with his teammates to any degree while being blackmailed by Cardin, for the same thing he had already openly told Pyrrha

Jaune: almost outed Blake as a faunus, loudly, in the school library, and didn’t even apologize

Jaune: continued to bother Weiss despite her disinterest, later expressed that he wasn’t surprised but went ahead and tried anyway

Jaune: ignored Pyrrha’s obvious feelings of discomfort when he talked about Weiss in favor of wallowing in his own dejection, despite the effort Pyrrha put into caring about his feelings

Jaune: laughed off the thought of himself wearing a dress, assumed Pyrrha would only date guys, implied dancing was “girly” or “unmanly”

Jaune (and Neptune): casually discuss women as objects to be owned

Jaune: went to combat school for almost a year, with lessons from a world renowned champion fighter on the side, and still is so useless as a fighter his own team had no faith in him

Jaune: stops a fight, being viewed by an audience and broadcast to the world, to argue maneuver nicknames with his team, and gets angry when the opposing team calls him out on it

Jaune: interrupts a moment between Ruby and Pyrrha, after Pyrrha had accidentally “killed” one of Ruby’s close friends, to say the same thing Ruby was saying

Jaune: didn’t notice Pyrrha’s feelings for him until she kissed him, and instead of calling Glynda, whose number he had and after having been instructed to do so, called Weiss to cry and threw his scroll away

Jaune: is given the role of strategist despite his strategies amounting to “hit it harder” and “run in a circle”

Jaune: calls a ponytail a “warrior’s wolftail” because it sounds manlier

Jaune: is the only one who whines about “losing everything” even though Ruby, Nora, and Ren have all lost more than him

Jaune: gets angry at Qrow for explaining everything he had wanted to know, is the only one who still gets to be upset about Pyrrha’s death even though Ruby was the only one who actually saw it

Jaune: still has not discovered his Semblance, despite over a year of combat training and actual battles and a number of experiences qualifying as traumatic

Jaune: is, time and time again, a useless character with almost no fighting ability and annoying at best behavior, yet continues to take the spotlight as if he is the main character rather than Ruby and her team

some of y'all: omg I love Jaune!! he’s grown so much uwu Arkos forever!!1!

anonymous asked:

I've seen you say a couple times that you don't see or that you're disabled. Do you mind talking about it? I ask because I am an aspiring writer and it is really hard for me. I wanted to know how you managed or what it was like?

I don’t mind talking about it. It’s something that made me who I am.

When I was about 12, my health sort of started to eat itself. I suddenly had a ton of allergies, and there were days I couldn’t get out of bed. I got sick all the time. In freshman year of high school, I suddenly couldn’t see. For a long time a thing had been going on in my eyes, but I guess I didn’t think it was abnormal until it made it impossible for me to see. Basically this hole was kind of growing in my eyes, but it was more like a rainbow.

When I started having trouble with colors and detail vision, my mom freaked out a bit, because at the time, I was an award winning artist who had ideas of going to college for art. Then I started tripping over things, hitting my head, having trouble with depth perception. Then I got sick, and I mean sick.

I spent about 23 hours a day in bed. I had almost constant migraines. I had pain in my entire body. My skin turned yellow. I went to every kind of doctor you can think of and was tested for everything there is. One day, I had about 12 vials of blood drawn. No one knew what was wrong. The eyes weren’t that big a deal at first, because it seemed like I might have something really serious. The first couple of eye doctors I went to kind of looked at me and said “Oh it’s nothing big.” I actually had one guy tell me that my brain was just shutting off my eyes because I wasn’t using them properly. Yeah.

Then finally, my mom took me to a friend of our family who happened to be an eye surgeon. She did a free exam. I’ll never forget it because it was the first time anyone believed me. I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was nothing wrong with me. I’d been referred to therapists, told I needed depression meds, told I was just going through a phase or needed attention. Then this doctor put on her head gear, looked into my eyes…took off the head gear…got new head gear…looked into my eyes…took off the headgear…got hand held tools…looked into my eyes…and then stared at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I can’t see the back of your eye,” she said. And suddenly the world simultaneously healed itself and flipped upside-fucking-down for me.

Then it was all about my eyes, the one symptom we could see happening. The one that was the most dangerous. But by then it was too late.

What happened is pretty simple: I apparently have some weird recessive DNA. It triggers certain bizarre immune issues at puberty. My immune system decided to attack my body. The eyes are a delicately balanced system. They show symptoms first. My immune system attacked them with a vengeance. They swelled up like balloons. Normal eye pressure is about 14-17. Mine was at a 22 at its best. It put a tremendous amount of pressure on my Retina, specifically my macula, cutting off blood flow like when you sit on your foot. You know those little shadowy things that float across your eyes? They’re called protein floaters. My eyes had produced so many of those that the doctor could not see through them. It was a fog.

They had to find a way to map my eye, to track the damage. Cue the eye exam from hell. I have always been, even before my autoimmune disorder, deathly allergic to melon. Any kind of melon. But now I was allergic to all sorts of shit, fruits vegetables, all kinds of crap. My dad is allergic to contrast dyes. So when the retinologist suggested this dye-based eye exam that is kind of like a CAT scan, my mom said “no”. See, they inject you with this dye and then they flash this weird light in your eyes. It causes the dye to glow, and then they can see the things through the fog. My mom told them I was too sensitive to stuff for that to be safe. The doc assured her they’d put a butterfly in my arm, meaning the vein would be kept open, and a syringe of benedryl was set on the counter. They’d never had anyone react, and they needed the pictures or there was nowhere to go from there.

So they put this dye into me, and it was like I’d been injected with fire, but there was no way around it, and to me, I knew they only had about 90 seconds to get the images they needed. So I sucked it up. finally the burning began to spread. Suddenly my back felt like I was being stabbed, and I suddenly couldn’t speak. I tapped my hands on my mom, then began sneezing spontaneously. My mom lifted my shirt, and I had quarter-sized hives. The nurse said “Stop sneezing on the camera”. Yeah.

My mom went ballistic. The doctor flew up the stairs and gave me the emergency meds. I slid into a dissociation state and nearly out of my chair. They had to prop me against the camera for the next couple minutes and reinject the dye. No other way, you see.

They did this test every few months for a few years.

But then there was treatment. Not much they could do, except try to get the swelling under control. Only way to do that was corticosteroid injections in the eye. Yup. A needle in the eye. No, they don’t knock you out. They numb the surface of the eye with the same numbing drops they give you for the exams and then they come at you with a needle, tell you to look down and to hold still. And you fucking do.

I was 15 when that started.

I went to experimental clinics, labs, and joined studies. I dropped out of those. Why? It’s pretty simple. The first day I came to the exams, I was kept waiting for over two hours. I was taken into a room. I was left there. No information, no talking. Suddenly a man came in followed by a group of people, all in lab coats. He started moving me around like I was a doll and talking like, “The patient presents with…the patient this, the patient that…”

I shoved him back and said, “The patient’s name is Kristina, and she is 16.”

He finished his exam, and when he left, after the students had gone, he took two Q-tips, dipped them in that pink shit your dentist uses to swab your gums before an injection, and SHOVED them under my eyelids with a cocky smirk.

The patient will never be an snotty little bitch again, I guess.

So yeah. Fuck those guys. They gave me two injections in one day, which no one had ever done before, because it was almost impossible to function with two pimple-like bubbles on your eyeballs.

Still my health was bad. Then all of a sudden, when my mom had given up, It just wasn’t anymore. Suddenly, I was fine, and all that was left were the eyes. I went back to school, except now I was blind.

In a few months, I’d lost about 80% of my perfect vision. I was photophobic. I got horrible and constant headaches. I walked with a cane. And not a single fucking teacher believed me, except my civics teacher, who had gone blind at a young age due to some other weird eye disorder, and my physics teacher who was deaf. I had teachers send me to the office for wearing my sunglasses (with a note on file). I had teachers get on my case about having an audio recorder and CD player for my books. I had teachers call me names, make fun of me, make me leave class to photocopy their notes larger, so that I missed the lecture the notes were on. I had teachers take my medications which had to be in my possession because of their time-sensitive nature and constant administration and hide them in their desks as punishment for asking questions or demanding help. I had classmates pick on me, but luckily, I was well-liked, and I was an officer in the ROTC. I even excelled there in spite of my vision, because my Captain believed in my leadership skills.

I always tell this story because I think it is funny. We had this special boot camp we got to go to if we were in the upper ranks of the ROTC. If you joined the military after high school (which I could never do) you got a higher paygrade for having gone through it. Almost like taking a couple JC classes in the military. It was grueling and all physical fitness, obstacle courses, PT, classes, guard duty…fucking blah. Our unit was allowed six participants. I sort of figured that it wasn’t really fair for me to go, even with my high rank (a company XO). To my complete fucking shock, my Captain recommended me to go, cutting out a classmate (and ex) of mine who was higher in rank. The boy went ape-shit. He went on and on about how unfair it was. He even went to the school board. My Captain made his reasons clear; he told them that the academy isn’t about military sponsorship. It’s about skills and quality. He didn’t care if I had a disability. In his eyes I had more innate ability than anyone there because I had worked so hard just to be where I was. The boy was angry. I told my Captain I appreciated the gesture, but honestly, we ought to make it fair. I told him that we should train to meet the PT standards, and that if this kid could make his, but i couldn’t make mine, he should go. I made mine. He didn’t. He complained about that too. At the last minute, we were told one extra person could come because another school had lost one. So he came anyway. The whole time he bitched about me being there. When I got there, the real military officers gave me shit like you wouldn’t believe, because they weren’t used to dealing with disabilities or recognizing that they can’t discriminate against high schoolers by law. The commander of the unit tried to dress me down in front of everybody for wearing sunglasses. I was pretty pleased with myself for telling him off but still sounding respectful. He kept saying “Take off my glasses”. I told him they weren’t his. They were mine, by law, and that if he had a problem with that, he could consult my attorney, the DOJ, and the doctor who prescribed them. He tried to fuck with me. I didn’t say anything except to ask him if he wanted me to have a migraine, because that’s what taking the glasses off means. He was so confused by me he walked away and called my Captain over. There were words. After that, he came up to me once or twice, almost like a test, to ask me if I needed him to slow down or if I was getting around alright. He wasn’t being nice. He was egging me in a condescending tone and with very bullying language. He’s a drill instructor, and you know what, that’s his job. I told him I was fine. But I made a decision: I wasn’t just going to make the female PT marks. I was going to test out of this fucking place at the male PT marks. And I fucking did. That boy…had an asthma attack on the track (I had asthma too, but I worked my ass off while he coasted on his “boyness”) and failed. At the certificate ceremony, the commander came up to me and said I had really impressed him, and that it was a shame I couldn’t enter the Navy. I thanked him, but what I wanted to say was, “Go fuck yourself and take the NAVY with you”. I ended up the Battalion XO Senior year. This would have given me a guaranteed spot in Westpoint if I could have taken it. My Captain cried when he told me he was sorry he had to give it to one of our Company XO’s. I told him that it was best for everyone, because I am not the type of person to enjoy taking orders. I had learned that about myself.

He laughed.

Around Junior year I got people to pay attention. My doctors got the DOJ and the Social Security people involved. A woman came to my school and enforced compliance in a tone of voice I’d never heard anyone but my mother use. She threatened to rain brimstone down on them if they didn’t give me what I needed, and things changed.

My parents wanted me to take a full scholarship to a local school, but I wanted to get away. So I did. I wanted to travel abroad, so i did. And when I was 19, they perfected one of the surgeries they had been working on the entire time I’d been struggling with this.

See, the injections had brought and kept the swelling down, but that meant that the fog was still there (since ocular fluid doesn’t replace), and the structures in the eye had been stretched all to shit, and were laying in my eye like melted plastic wrap. The old surgery was like a blind man hacking with a machete, but the new surgery used fluorescent dyes to track movement. Dyes that wouldn’t kill me. The old surgery had a 50-50 shot at complete loss of vision and made you lay on your face for three weeks. The new was fool proof and took 45 minutes. So, I got one eye done. They swapped out all the fluid and replaced it with saline. They peeled the distorted membrane off the macula. They stitched up my eyeball and gave me a sick metal eye patch. Looked like a fucking space pirate. It was rad.

But the blind spot is still there. The cataracts caused by the steroids are still there. The scars are there.

A few years later I had the other one done too.

My college was great. It took a lot of work getting all my reading done, about 500 pages minimum, per week, done via audio. I used to spend hours at the pool table in our residence hall, listening to my books and practicing. I got pret damn good too, at pool. It was difficult taking notes or working with a note taker. It was scary traveling by myself. It was hard to get people to understand there wasn’t anything WRONG with me. Just that my eyes don’t work even though it seems like I’m normal and fine, and like they should. People always think to be legally blind you have to be completely blind, and they think you’re not going to be able to defend yourself. I’ve been targeted by pickpockets. I’ve been followed by scary dudes. I’ve been treated like shit, laughed at, and accused by full grown adults of faking to get privileges, all because I can look at the place where their head should be and smile at the blank spot there. All because I can walk down a flight of stairs with a few neat tricks I know that have nothing to do with a cane.

But shit…you probably didn’t mean to ask for my life story. I’m going to get back to the point. My writing. What has it done for that? Like how can you be a writer if you can’t fucking see? Technology. It’s been amazing. I can use a computer same as anyone. The Kindle has been a fucking revolution for me because for the first time in a decade and a half I could read without pain and suffering. Just…all the things it does have made life so much easier than it used to be. It got me out of bad relationships with people who used my disability as a control. It gave me a little bit of confidence back. It helped me know I could handle myself.

And really, I think my vision loss had a lot to do with my writing. In some ways it gives me different perspective, sure, but it’s more than that. I was undeclared when I entered college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I thought about history or sociology. My mom had a degree in that and she was an English teacher. I wanted art history, but what the fuck was the point in that? Couldn’t see a damn thing. And then I had a class in poetry, and shit…That made sense. I’d always loved language and writing. Always been okay at it. Dorte stuff but never thought about doing it for a living. But then it was like yeah…yeah I’m gonna fucking do that. Just like when I decided to meet the male PT standards.

If it is in you. If you love it. If it defines you and possesses you, it does not matter how fucked up you are. You will find a way. You don’t have a choice. You are that thing. And you’ll adapt. You just have to let yourself. You have to keep pushing. You have to learn how to handle frustration. you have to train yourself into stamina. You just keep going. I’m nowhere near as successful as I want to be. I’m still going. I hope I get even better. I hope I can say things that make truth more obvious, or that help people put words to things they have always wanted to say.

I don’t need my eyes to be a fucking firestorm. That’s just me. Eyes don’t mean shit.

So keep going. Keep doing whatever you need to. Do it better and better. Bend yourself around it. People who see you struggle will think they’re lucky, but you and I know the truth: they’re not even close to the kind of strong you are. Not even a little bit.


Summary: AU. Your life changes the minute you meet Peggy Carter on the subway. What happens when she takes an interest in your personal life?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (+ a lot of friendship reader and Peggy)

Word Count: 7,000 (just for you Caro!)

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, mentions of Alzheimer’s, character death, awkwardness

A/N: This is long, and it’s a lot of reader and Peggy becoming friends with Bucky x reader woven in. Just a fair (spoilery) warning, it’s hella sad with a hopeful ending. I wrote this in one sitting, too, stupid JSD! This is my submission for @sanjariti‘s 7k Follower Celebration Challenge. Congrats!!! My prompt was “Is this seat taken?”

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

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anonymous asked:

but like imagine junkrat, zarya, and mccree, pining after somebody who is literally perfect in their eyes, like they dont think theyll ever get together cause theyre not in their leuge, they still stalk then and pine after them of course, but imagine their surprise when this god/goddess in their eyes kisses them!

(Admin A here, sorry if these suck or don’t really feel that yandere. Though they are really fluffy :3 Anyways, We have finished up what we have left and we did rush them so sorry if they’re bad. I feel I did a bad job on this one so if so I’m sorry but I hope you can enjoy it nevertheless. I do feel that this one was hard to make yandere, it took more of a stalker specifications which made it hard for me to be more creative. For future ref please make your ask as yandere as possible and don’t set to many limitations on them cause it makes it harder on us. After this is posted the box will be open so send in as many as you want.)


♡ At first site Junkrat knew he was in love. All it took was for their eyes to meet his and in that moment he felt his heart flutter. He had never laid eyes on someone so perfect before, never had anyone spark this type of kind of emotion in him before.

♡ He found his thoughts flooded with them, everything from their hair to their lips. He knew that they were far to amazing for anyone on this planet, including him. The thought made him feel wistful, knowing that he’d never be good enough for them. Despite telling himself that everyday it didn’t make it any easier. He wanted them, no. He needed them in more than anything, so he started to make friends. Becoming closer to them everyday.

♡ At first this was enough, being able to get close and talk to them everyday maybe even get a hug every now and then. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. He could still remember how it felt to hug them for even a moment. Having their arms wrapped around him and his around them. He felt warm and at ease, holding them close was everything.

♡ He found himself needing more though. Their touch now gone left a sensation of wanting more. So he started stalking them. He’d often follow them to the store maybe talk to them like it was pure coincidence. Going into their room in the cover of darkness just to caress their cheek.

♡ This would go on for weeks, Junkrat hanging out with them during the day, and watching them at night. Whenever he saw them talking to someone else he felt jealousy flare up inside him and the person would always be reported dead the next day. He knew that they were far too perfect for anyone, he knew that no one deserved to have them. So when someone tried to take them, they’d die. It’s as simple as that.

♡ The day’s turned to weeks and before he knew it a few months had passed. Everything being the same till this day. Feeling a soft tap on his solder he turned only to be greeted with the lips of now lover. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss back, taking in his s/o.


♡ When she first saw them she didn’t think anything special, they looked small and week as if they could be crushed like a bug. She felt the need to help them become stronger. So she volunteered to train them, helping them become stronger.

♡ As she trained them she grew to see them as much more than what she first thought. They were strong, not wanting to give up and always trying to do better. No matter how tired out they were they never gave up. She began to admire that about them.

♡ The moment she realised that she had feelings for them she felt herself melt, her mind becoming clouded with thoughts of them. When helping them work out she’d most often find herself lost in her thoughts, thinking about confessing how she feels. That is till it hits her, she goes to get a drink only to come back and see someone flirting with the one she loves. She feels angry but keeps a calm exterior acting as if nothing is bothering her.

♡ That night she kills the one who chose to flirt with her crush, she says how they deserve so much better than anyone on this planet can offer. She upset, angry with herself knowing that she’s not good enough but then thinks. If she works harder and improves herself even more than maybe she’ll be good enough.

♡ She starts training even harder knowing that one day she can be good enough for her crush. Well training one day she didn’t expect to see her crush being harassed by a man. Going over to them she’d threaten and if they chose to not listen she’d deck them before telling them to run. Once the man has fled she’d make a mental note to find them later and finish them off. She’d ask her crush if their okay, only to be greeted with a pair of lips against her own. She’d hesitated before kissing back smiling knowing that she’s the only one good enough for her s/o.


♡ McCree has always been the type to joke around but when it came to his crush he often just because a blubbering mess. Everytime he see them is like the first as he falls in love all over again. Eyes become fixated on them taking in every little detail. How their hair shines in the light to how they subconsciously tug their shirt when nervous.

♡ He knows that he’ll never have them, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want anyone else with them. Oh no no. He doesn’t want anyone to taint what’s so perfect. Good thing he knows how to hide a corpse.

♡ He loves everything about his crush, and has come to terms of not being able to have them. Though not being able to date them doesn’t stop him from crawling into his crushes bed and holding them in his arms as he watches their sleeping face.

♡ He knows everything about them, from their middle name to the toothpaste they use He can’t help but have them on his mind 24/7 and when their in the same room talking he’s completely lost in their eyes, ignoring all the words that leave their lips. It often results in him coming back to reality embarrassed that he had zoned out and then jokes about it. Only to have himself completely fixated on their laugh. It’s like music to his ears and the oxygen he needs to breath. He needs it.

♡ In a blissful moment is when it happened. A small kiss was placed upon his lips, he felt himself freeze but as his crush pulled away he reached down to grab their face, pulling them into a desperate kiss. Something he’s dreamed about since the day he met them. He held them close as if they’d disappear from existence if he let go.


Pretty Little Liars

(I don’t watch and write for this show anymore, sorry.)

Jason DiLaurentis: 

Fall Date 

Taking care


Frat Party 


Dollhouse Escape 

Love Letters 

First Time 

Ashley Marin?!  + another one 

Hickeys and Backrubs 

Sleepover  + another one 

First “I Love You” 


Double-Date With Spoby 

First Time (smut) + Sequel 

Cooking Together 


Tough Week (smut) 

Jealous  + Smutty Sequel 

Ghost Train 

Sex after Alison’s Disappearance (smut)

Kahn’s Party 

Cuddling After Sex and Wearing His Clothes 

Moving In Together 


Bad Day At School 

Welcome Home (smut)

“Alone Time” At Work (smut)

A’s threats 

Angry Sex (smut)

Study Interruption 

Teasing Each Other At A Resturant (smut)  + Sequel 

Pregnant Sex 

Car Sex (smut)

Dollhouse Recovery 

First Time (Would Involve List)

Fluffy Cuddles 

Being Engaged/Married to Jason (Would Involve List)

Fooling Around At A Theatre (smut)

Mona’s Death 

Friends With Benefits (smut)

New Guy 

Charlotte’s Death 

Look At Me

Mike Montgomery: 

Losing It To Eachother (smut)

Sneaking Around In Between Classes (smut)

New To School 

Dating Mike (Would Involve List)

Stay Quiet Or Get Caught (smut)

Noel Kahn: 

Sneaking Around With Noel While Still Dating Mike pt.1 

Sneaking Around With Noel While Still Dating Mike pt.2

Dating Noel (Would Involve List)


Stay A Little Longer (smut) with Noel and Jason

Caleb Rivers: 

Older Brother

Best Friends 

Smutty Scene 

Ezra Fitz:


Rainy Day (smut)

Wren Kingston: 

Getting It At Work (smut)

Toby Cavanaugh: 

Taking Care Of You 

Aria Montgomery: 

Dating Secretly 

CeCe Drake:

Dating CeCe (Would Involve List)

First Date

Teen Wolf

(requests are open for Stiles Stilinski/Void Stiles/Dylan O’Brien only!)

Liam Dunbar: 

Happy Valentine’s Day (smut)

Spring Dance Torture (smut)

Spring Dance Punishment (smut)

First BJ (smut)

“Study Date”

Fighting Over Liam

Doubts (smut)


Theo Raeken:

Destroying The Pack 

Whatever Happens In This Library Tonight, Stays Here (smut)

I’m In Love With Her 

Thank You For Trusting Me (smut)

Stiles Stilinski:

What Are You? (smut)

Dylan Sprayberry:

Imagine Waking Up To This 

New To Hollywood 

Best Friend Crush (pt.1)


Dating A Celeb

Best Friend Crush (pt.2)

Set Visit 

Best Friend Crush (pt.3)

Living In A Cabin 

Cody Christian:

Interview Teasing 

Season Finale DM

Coming Home 


Comic Con Date 

Colton Haynes:



Leaving Rosewood (PLL X TW) 

MTV Scream

(I don’t write for this show anymore!)

Audrey Jensen: 

Drunk Audrey 

Zoe’s Sister

Angry Audrey 

Cold Hearted Bitch


Teased & Tortured (smut)

Baking with Audrey 

Don’t You Dare (smut)

Lake Date 

Caught (smut)

Kieran Wilcox:

Dangerous (smut)


Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Fluff, angst, PMS, period talk, swearing


A sharp pain wakes you from a peaceful sleep, and before you even open your eyes you know what it is. Your period was a week early. ‘Fucking great,’ you think. Another stab of pain comes from your uterus and it makes you groan. This month seemed to be worse than usual, your mother did always say that extensive exercise made cramps worse. And with the Avengers increasing your work out load, in order to get ready for starting missions, your body was proving your mothers words right.

You quickly jump out of bed, knowing that once you stood it was a race between you, time and gravity. And you really didn’t want to ruin your favourite PJ pants.

Luckily, you won this time. Breathing a sigh of relief, you suddenly clutch at your abdomen; another cramp. You could already tell that this week was gonna suck, you were going to be moody, constantly hungry and probably in a lot of pain for the next few days.

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Mai and Zuko parallels and contrasts:

  • Both were victims of abuse 
    • Zuko fell victim to both physical and emotional abuse and manipulation at the hands of his father, while Mai fell victim to her parents’ emotional abuse and manipulation
    • Both Zuko and Mai share a secondary abuser (Azula) who has tried to emotionally control and manipulate them
    • Zuko was closer to his mother; when he strayed away from his father’s expectations of him he was verbally and/or physically punished by his father
    • Mai wasn’t close to either of her parents due to their emotional manipulation of her; when she strayed away from her mother’s expectations, she was shut down, or her privileges were taken from her
    • Zuko reacted to his abuse by becoming even more determined to gain  his father’s love and acceptance while Mai distanced herself emotionally to keep herself from being hurt further
      • This difference in reaction is primarily due to the end goal of each respective victim’s abuse, or the end goal of the abuser:
        • Zuko: I just want my father’s love, so I’m going to do everything in my power to win his acceptance.
        • Mai: There’s no use in me fighting for my own independence. or for what I want, because my parents and my secondary abuser are very controlling and manipulative, so I’m going to wall myself off and just not care. After all, courtesy is a lady’s armor. 
    • Gender norms and abuse 
      • This is more theoretical given how little we know about Mai, but this theory is inspired by a little reblog I saw on on of my posts. Anyway, my theory is that, had the show given us more background on Mai, the following parallel would have been made evident (although we kind of get a little hint of it actually being the case):
        • Ozai is very masculine, believing in tradition ideas of masculinity (honor, mercilessness, brute strength, power, etc). He attempted to instill this traditional sense of masculinity on both of his children
          • While this worked on Azula, it did not work on Zuko, who was always more in tune with more traditionally female traits (compassion, empathy, mercy, love,being emotional)
            • Ozai punished Zuko for his more feminine characteristics, wanting him to embody more masculine traits 
            • While Zuko tried to adhere to his father’s idea of manliness during his exile, he ultimately could and would not do it, staying true to his roots
        • As for the more theoretical part of this theory, I think it can be argued that Mai was meant to be brought up as a proper lady, and that Ukano and Michi tried to sculpt her into what they thought a proper lady ought to be 
          • While she had been girlish and openly emotional as a child (as we see in the Zuko Alone flashback), she eventually began to exhibit more masculine traits by becoming more stoic and not caring about her emotions the way she used to (She is, however, emotionally open with people who have not abused or manipulated her: Ty Lee, her uncle, Zuko, Kei Lo) 
          • Ultimately, however, Mai chooses love and emotion (a traditionally female trait) by saving Zuko (”I love Zuko, more than I fear you) 
            •  Funnily enough, however, the trope of the guy saving the girl and then later showing up at the girl’s doorstep alive and well is flip-flopped, with Zuko being the one who needs saving, and Mai being the one to save him  (thus keeping up with the “Maiko has its gender norms reversed” theme)
    • Coping mechanisms for abuse
      • Mai became stoic and walled herself off, while Zuko would become angry and began to act out (Book 1 Zuko) 
        • Mai learns to become emotionally open, while Zuko learns to reign in his anger 
  • Both have been trained in the use of melee weapons. Zuko has his dao swords, and Mai has her knives 
  • Both are closer to their uncles than their fathers
  • Mai’s arc is about her reclaiming her agency from Azula, while Zuko’s arc is about him realizing that he doesn’t have to be what his father wants him to be 
  • Zuko stands up to Ozai in “The Day of Black Sun,” while Mai stands up to Azula in “The Boiling Rock”
    • Ozai uses lightening against Zuko in an attempt to kill him, only to have Zuko redirect it 
    • Azula tries to use lightening against Mai in an attempt to kill her, only to have Ty Lee chi block Azula
  • While both Zuko and Mai have changed significantly since Zuko’s banishment, both learn to embrace who they were prior to Zuko’s exile (even if they’re still fairly different people than whom they had been at that time) 

anonymous asked:

Hey hey heeeey!!! (Heh) I'm addicted to reading your top 5s! Can you please do a top 5 for the most underrated characters in your opinion?

Top 5 underrated Haikyuu characters!!

can you please do the top 5 most underrated characters in haikyuu? love your posts

Due to popular demand…here we go with the top 5 most underrated characters of Haikyuu. I mean, there are LOTS of underrated characters, mostly all the secondary characters are, but some of them deserve way more love and recognition. 

I would like to clarify that of course this my opinion and it’s heavily influenced by my fandom experience but, after all, anyone could see who are the fandom favorites (yes this list is based on fandom recognition, otherwise it would have been impossible to make). 

1. Ennoshita. I could sit here and talk all night about how Ennoshita Chikara is just…the most important person. His backstory broke me in half and, because of all his suffering, he’s gonna be an amazing captain, the embodiment of his parents best features: strong and reliable like Daichi, loving but yet sassy af like Suga. I can’t wait to see him in action

Originally posted by tetsuruo

2. Tanaka. He’s one of the most consistent member of the team, he basically always scores, he would die for his team, he’s one of the funniest and most supportive characters ever and yet no one seem to notice him. I mean, I know we ALL love him, but just have a look at the tags of my top 5 reasons to love Tanaka and you’ll see what I’m talking about

Originally posted by akaneko-san

3. Asahi. Our glass heart ace deserves all the love possible. He’s one of the characters that had the most character development in Karasuno, he grew up so much during this three seasons and I’m infinitely proud of him. Starting at his very bottom, almost quitting volleyball for good and then becoming a supportive senpai and an always reliable ace. It’s so heartwarming to watch how quietly confident he is now :’)

Originally posted by tsugumi

4. Yaku. I’ve talked with the #1 Yaku fan out there (my dear @haikyuuliberos) and we agreed on the fact that Yaku is so much more than what meets the eyes. For sure he’s sassy and and angry little kitty, but still he’s an incredible player, he’s extremely passionate about volleyball and he has a huge heart in that tiny body of his. After all, he’s the one in charge of training Lev…he deserves an award just for that

Originally posted by mairieuxs

5. Ukai Keishin. I have a gigantic soft sport for him, he’s a hard worker, he’s competitive, he’s determined and will literally die for his crows. Even if they truly manage to get on his every possible nerve, no one loves them as much as he does. Overall, every single thing Karasuno accomplished, they own it to him.(the fact that he’s a fine piece of pastry too it’s another story….or is it?)

Originally posted by enncshita

- bonus: of course my thoughts go to Narita and Kinoshita, to Konoha and Komi, to ALL Dateko, and to all the other secondary characters out there. You’re all amazing and we love you very much a lot. 

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Chapter Two

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A/N: You asked for more, I give you more. It’s now become a series.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader   |  Word Count: 3159

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, fluff, swearing.  First part of this is 18+, lovelies, because that’s how I roll!

Song: She’s So High by Tal Bachman

“Cause he’s so higgggghh, high above me, he so lovely,” you belted out, singing for all you were worth standing beneath the shower’s spray. “ He’s so higgggggh, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite. He’s so higggghhhh, high above me.” You weren’t quite sure how Steve had gotten ahold of your playlist, having them downloaded on the system which played over the speakers in his bathroom, but you were perfectly alright with playing it at a level which had the bass thumping while you worked shampoo through your hair.

Wiggling as you ducked your head beneath the spray, you twisted, swayed and danced. “First class, fancy free, he’s high society, he’s got the best of everrryyyy thing. What could a girl like me ever really offer? He’s perfect as he can be, why should I even bother- ahh!” A particularly wild swing of hips had you squeaking as you slipped in the shower, falling backward, smacking into a big, wide chest.

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“Bakumomo BROTP Headcanon: Bakugou is secretly sensitive about the fact that momo is 1cm taller than he is.” 


- After class one day, Bakugou was picked by Aizawa to help wipe the blackboard. Bakugou noticed (while swearing like a sailor) the top left corner of the board being the only area left unwiped, so he took a step over to reach and…….

“Bakugou-san, I got it!” Momo called out and with a swipe, the chalk was gone.

King of Explodokills shrugged and turned away, happy that the deed was done.

“Must be the 1 cm difference…” he heard Mineta say with a gross ass smirk.

Let’s just say Bakugou served some freshly bbq grapes after.

-There was a Class A + Class B party at the school, held for the purpose of sending the kids back home for April break. Everyone was looking classy as hell (Bakugou’s dad is in the designer business so he had some snazzy clothes on despite his explosion protests), and most of the girls wore heels. 

-Momo’s at the refreshment table grabbing a fruit punch and Bakugou’s behind her, waiting…impatiently.

-”Can you hurry the fck up bitch?” 

-Momo placed the ladle down gently and turned on her heels in one quick motion, her hands resting comfortable on her hips; somehow, she looked intimidating. She stood there, TOWERING over him. 

-He was pissed, but mumbled a sorry, and she smiled again, going back to the ladle and her cup. The angry child tapped his foot while observing her; he estimated she was approximately 5 cm (that’s 2 inches goddamn) taller than him at this moment. Damn those stilettos. 

-Pairing up with Momo during physical training sessions made him 0.01% more irritated than he should be. He was usually pouring with confidence too, but with her, he’s just….teensy bit more calm?? 

-He was so used to being one of the taller ones (he’s taller than half of the class) that whenever they had to do partner stretches, he felt almost small? 

-Bakugou secretly observed what Momo eats for lunch ‘cas he was curious what the heck sorta monster nutrients she was intaking; she’s superrr tall compared to the other girls and almost half of the guys. 

-He had no idea after realizing that her lunch was just UA cafeteria food, but he also realized that Momo eats twice the amount than he does

tbfh i love those warrior!jayfeather aus and i hate that its not canon, so i made a headcanon to sort of balance between the headcanon and canon and to also give resolutions to one of the most like….annoying unresolved tensions in the series, but anyways-

the headcanon goes like this: jaypaw still trains as a medicine cat even though he doesnt want to, he’s really angry and disheartened about it like in canon, but instead of him just solely training as a medicine cat, one day when he’s out walking or collecting herbs or whatever, brightheart finds him and she’s just like

“i know you’re angry and i know that everything’s just really hard for you right now, but i could still train you sometimes on the side, so that you’re at least getting warrior training.” or something like that, and basically - i would’ve loved for it to have been canon that brightheart trains jayfeather on the side still and teaches him everything she knows; she helps teach him how to fight, helps teach him how to hunt, and when they’re playfighting jayfeathre can like easily pin down lionblaze and lionblaze is like WAIT where did you learn that??? and jayfeather’s just like “oooh nowhere”

like….i’d love for brightheart and jayfeather to have that tension they had when he was her apprentice resolved, for brightheart to work w/ him because in her words “the clan didnt give up on me when i lost my eye, and i won’t give up on you. if i can do it, you can do it and i’ll be happy to teach you what i know.”

A Negative Positive (m)

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Word count: 5158

Summary: You’re about to tell your husband you’re having his baby but you’re scared of his reaction.

A/N: My first attempt at smut (lord help me)

You sat on the bed, a million thoughts racing inside your head. Your hands quivered, holding a plastic object. You looked closely to the indicator. Two lines? Holy shit. Two lines. You can’t believe your eyes. Holding that positive pregnancy test, you start to pace around in your room. You begin to feel apprehensive and anxious, trying to think of ways of telling the father without it ending with him shouting and storming out of the house in anger. Your heart is beating so quick, you can practically hear it. It’s as if you ran a marathon or being chased by a dog. You’re immensely scared, hoping the best would come out of this. Well, obviously for you, this is good news. You know he won’t feel the same, because both of you talked about this before. He made a point when he said it’s too early to start having kids because all he wants to do right now is to concentrate on his career. You paused in the midst of your thoughts when you heard the sound of your front door opening. This made you jumped from the bed and dropped the test on the floor.

“Namjoon?” you asked, your eyes rapidly looking around for a place to hide the pregnancy test where he won’t ever find it. After searching for a while, you decided to put it in the laundry basket, because you know he doesn’t even try to do the laundry anymore since the last havoc he created after turning all your white clothes yellow when you specifically said ‘Don’t put your Ryan socks in there’. There’s no time to waste, you’ll change the hiding place later.

He entered the room with a big grin on his face, you can tell he’s in a good mood. “Babe, I had the best day today! Guess what happened?“

“You went back in time and met Kanye before he was famous?” You interrupted him mid-sentence. You’re trying to hide your nervousness by masking it with a joke. Thankfully, he has no clue.

“You know when I say 'guess what’, I don’t really mean you should guess, babe.” He said, pinching both of your cheeks in the process. “Anyway, I was walking to the usual kimbab store and I saw a doughnut place, just about to open. So naturally I greeted the owner. The ahjumma probably liked me because she tried to set me up with her daughter.”

“Oh, looking for something on the side, are we?” you jested.

“Nah, I’m sure she was just kidding. Plus, her daughter is like, eight years old. Too young for me don’t you think?“ He chuckled and gave you a wink. "Anyways, in the end I got 5 free doughnuts.”

“Where are these glorious doughnuts then?” You asked. Truthfully, thinking about all this baby business made you crave sweet food.

“I felt hungry while going on my usual walk at the park so I ate them all.”

“Babe, you got me hoping for doughnuts!”

“Sorry baby I was really hungry but you can still taste it,”


He leaned forward, positioned his hand behind your neck and kissed you. You were surprised by this sudden kiss that you licked his lips by accident. He saw this as a sign to continue, so he deepened the kiss, letting the taste run inside your mouth. You chuckled in the middle of the kiss and pulled away.

“I still want doughnuts…” you pouted.

He replied to your pout by giving you a peck on the lips. “How was your day? You looked a little off.”

“Oh… Nothing. Just thinking.”

There was no way you were going to tell him today. Not while he was in a good mood. Frankly, you felt an extreme amount of guilt rush within you.

A few months ago, your mother-in-law texted you, wanting to meet you privately. You were surprised and at the same time nervous. You’ve always had your other half with you whenever you meet your in-laws. But this time it’s just you and her. You brushed the thought aside and agreed to meet her in the cafe near the place you worked. Upon seeing you, your mother-in-law’s face lit up and this made you think that she has great news.

“Wow!” she said while eyeing the rest of you “You’ve gotten a lot slimmer. Have you not been eating?” You answered with a simple explanation on how you were busy and had no time to eat much. Both of you proceeded to talk about menial things like the weather when she suddenly changed the topic.

“Have you ever thought about having a baby?” She said calmly. You almost choked on the bread that you just put in your mouth. “I’m sorry for bringing this up, but I really want to have grandchildren. Do you know how hard it is to see my friends bringing their grandchild to my house and showing off?” She paused for a while. “I really want to have one, before I die…” She confessed, making a sad puppy face.

“Eomoni, you are still young. You’re not going to die.” You tried to comfort her. “We have talked about it but Namjoon thinks it’s too early to have a child. Plus, he’s concentrating on his career right now. A baby might make him lose his train of thought.”

“Are you two using birth control right now?” She interjected.

“You know, I feel awkward having this conversation with you,” You said. “What if he finds out? He’s scary when he’s angry…” That was an understatement. Truthfully, you’ve experienced one of his frantic episode where he gave you the silent treatment for almost the whole day. You never want to get on his nerves again after that because the silent treatment only made you felt like you disappointed him greatly and that was not a good feeling. Sure, you apologized and he forgave you but you never ever want to make him that mad again. This –you carrying his baby without his knowledge– would definitely struck a nerve in his head.

"Yes, he will be mad. But it’s only for a moment. Maybe a few days. He’s always like that, even as a child, he can’t stay mad at a person for so long. He has a pure heart.” Hearing your mother-in-law describe Namjoon like that made you smile. He does have the purest heart. A big reason why you married him in the first place.

“Eomoni, you know I love children. I do, I love babies so much. If I could have a baby right now, I would do it! But I don’t think I can go and do this behind his back. He trusts me,” You said. “And this a thing that would break his trust.”

“Look, I’m not saying you should be having a baby right this instant. I just want to know whether having a grandchild is a possibility for me. If it’s up to him, it’s will probably be after I die.” She pouted and you laughed at how funny she is being at that age.

“Eomoni! You are not going to die! Stop staying that.” You chuckled at how childish she is being. It’s like you’re trying to comfort a toddler.

“I’ll take all the blame. Call me once he throws a fit. I promise I’ll tell him I was the one who made you do all these things. Please give me a grandchild. It’ll be so cute! Imagine the little fingers and little feet,” She said, making gestures with her hand. “And the little shoes!”

That night, you contemplated over and over about your mother-in-law’s plan. She wasn’t wrong about some things. You did want a baby and knowing Namjoon, it will be a long time until he would agree to it. By that time, your eggs would have shriveled up and died. Unconsciously, you picked up your phone and dialed her number. She picked up at the first ring.

“Hello my sweet daughter-in-law! Did you think about it?”

“Okay. I’ll do it…”


“Um yeah. Okay…”

“Okay! Okay okay! Go now and lie as husband and wife!”

“Eomoni!” Your cheeks flushed red almost as instant as she said that. Does she really just sit around and think about you and your husband having sex? Really, is this how a mother-in-law should act like? It would be so awkward to be having sex with Namjoon now. Now that you know she’s somewhere at home thinking about you doing it with her son. God, that is so terrifying.

“What? You have to work hard now. Don’t let me down.”

You politely hang up the phone and smiled. There’s so much resemblance between Namjoon and your mother-in-law, both of them are always too forward but that’s a good quality you hoped that your child would have. The phone call was three months ago. The rest is history.

“Baby? Babe. Bb-babe!” You regain your consciousness and saw him waving in front of you. “Can I have this?” He gestured to your untouched fried chicken. You nodded, grinning from the thought of this food-crazed maniac being a father. He’ll probably fight with the baby to have the last piece of chicken nugget. The mere thought of it made you feel so warm and unknowingly you start to pinch his cheek while he’s eating. “Ouch!” He retorted. “What was that for?”

“Your cheeks are so chubby I might just eat you up instead of the fried chicken!” You chirped.

“You are so weird.” He said under his breath and rolled his eyes. He is used to having you saying random remarks at the most unusual time. You’re still pinching his cheek chanting “chick-in, chick-in, chick-in” which he responded by continuing to eat the piece of chicken.

The next morning, you were woken up by this deep feeling in your gut. The urge to throw up everything you ate, even though you didn’t eat much. You quickly rushed yourself to the bathroom and feel everything come out of you. It feels like your own body is rejecting its contents. You wondered why didn’t you have any morning sickness before this. This must be a psychological thing. Ever since you’ve known you’re carrying a life inside of you, your appetite changed and you cannot seem to keep the contents of your stomach. You must’ve made so much noise, because it woke him up and you find him standing at the door, eyes half opened but at the same time his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Babe, are you sick? What did you eat yesterday?”

You wanted to answer him but your stomach felt otherwise. You started throwing up again but this time you felt a pair of hands massaging your back. “Do you want to go to the doctor?” He said, eyes now fully opened but his voice is still hoarse.

“Nah it’s okay. I think it’s the chicken from yesterday.” You lied blatantly.

“But baby, I was the one who ate your chicken. I feel okay.”

“That’s because you have a strong stomach. Maybe it’s not the chicken, maybe it’s something I ate at work during lunch.”

The urge to vomit eventually stopped but you still feel extremely dizzy and light-headed. You could feel the room moving and you can’t balance yourself so you decided to sit at the dining table. You tried to massage your temple in an attempt to relief the pain, but the pain refused to subside.

“Baby… Are you sure you’re okay? Because I can skip work today if you’re not feeling well.” He said, hands already holding his jacket. You’re not sure whether you can continue this charade anymore. “I’ll be fine. Trust me, just go to work.”

You, on the other hand, didn’t go to work. You told your boss that you’re sick with the flu and surprisingly he believed it. Maybe it’s because you rarely skip work. You spent the whole day reading articles on the early stages of pregnancy and start to look at famous cute babies on Instagram. You fell asleep on your couch, leaving the TV on. He came back from work, finding you lying on the couch, sleeping. He came closer and brushed your fringe aside and kissed your forehead “Are you feeling better, my love?”.

You slowly sat up, leaning against the couch, “Yeah… So much better”.

“I’ll take a shower first then,”

You continued watching the TV, this time it’s showing Man Vs Wild. You must’ve been so engaged with Bear Grylls lighting up a fire in the snow because you didn’t even notice your husband standing at the door, looking at you.

“Babe.” You finally heard him after the third time he called you.

“Mmhmm?” Your eyes still locked on the TV.

“What’s this?” You immediately looked up and saw him half-naked, his lower half wrapped in a towel. He had a stern face, and then you noticed he was holding the pregnancy test you hid. Shit. You forgot about that. He must’ve seen it when he put his dirty clothes in the laundry basket. You meant to change the hiding place but you forgot. Why do you always forget?

“That’s uh-,“ You started but was immediately cut by Namjoon.

“Is this yours?”

You gathered all your courage and sighed. “Yeah..” You eyed him. He looked confused.

“How did this happen? Weren’t you on the pill?”

“Yeah I was, b-but something happened and I stopped taking it,” You could feel a lump forming in your throat. This is not going to be pretty.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Were you having some side effects from it?”

“No.. it’s not that.” You explained. “Your mom. She was the one who—“

“My mother? What is happening right now? Why are you mentioning her?” his voice is getting louder. This is it. You know when his voice got louder, you’re going to end this argument with tears.

“She asked me to stop taking it. Because she wants me to get pregnant.”

“When did this discussion take place?” He’s not even trying to cover his anger now. "Why do I not know about this? Now you’re pregnant? Weren’t you going to tell me at all?”

“She asked to see me alone.” You try to resist the tears that are trying to come out from your eyes but they fell anyway. “I did plan to tell you! I just found out myself!”

“I didn’t mean the pregnancy, Y/N. You didn’t even talk this out with me. You went around my back! You know I’m not ready,”

“If I didn’t do this, you will never be.”

“What if I don’t want the child?”

“Namjoon!” You shouted, covering your stomach as if to block the little ears from hearing those mean words.

“I can’t believe two of the people I love the most betrayed me like this. You know what? I can’t even look at you right now.” He went inside the room and put on his sweater and jeans and quickly stormed out of the room without even sparing a glance at you.

Almost an hour passed but you still don’t hear the sound of the front door opening. You start to get worried so you took your phone out and texted him.

You: Joonie… pls come back home..

Tears are pouring out all over your pillow. How could he say that he doesn’t want the baby? This is a product of your love, not an old rug about to be thrown out. Was it a mistake marrying him? You know he wasn’t into the baby business, he made it clear early in the marriage. Well, he said it was possible but it was way in the future. Now you’re crying all alone in the bedroom without the one person who could comfort you. Simply because the one who usually comforted you is the one who hurt you. After 20 minutes, he finally replied.

Joonie💖: I just need some time to think

The next morning, Namjoon woke up early, head full with thoughts. He crashed at his friend’s house, but this friend doesn’t have an extra room for him so he crashed in the living room instead. He barely slept, as he kept thinking about you and the small life you’re carrying inside of you. He knows that you really wanted a child, and he even agreed to having children. However, he made it clear to you that he will decide when it’s time to expand your little family. He will decide when he’s ready. He didn’t think you would betray him like this. He wondered since when you decided to stop taking your birth control? Was it a month ago? Two months? How long have you been planning this? Even without birth control, Namjoon knows he has always been careful. Except for a few occasions where he obliged with your pleads to come inside of you when things get really hot. In the heat of the moment, how could he resist? Especially when he can’t really think?

Without even realizing it, it’s already morning and he’s walking to his favourite park. He sat on a bench, contemplating by himself when he saw a family having picnic. His mind wandered to the doughnuts he ate yesterday. Were you already craving things? Man, he felt like such a jackass for having them all for himself. He made a decision to walk to the doughnut shop and buy 2 boxes of doughnuts for you. He arrived at the shop and placed his order.

“Why are you buying so much doughnuts?” The owner interrupted his thoughts.

“Ahh, no. These are all for my wife.”

“Oh you’re married? At such a young age?”

“Yeah.. She’s pregnant, but we had a fight last night so I want to make it up to her by buying her doughnuts.”

“Wow congratulations! You must be really happy!”

“Yeah…” He said, not wanting to disagree with her and make this conversation longer.

“I know I was very happy when I was pregnant with her,” The ahjumma pointed to who her 8-year old daughter, who was busily colouring pictures in a colouring book. “Finally, god has given me a miracle. I waited so long to have her. I almost gave up.”

“Gave up?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes, can’t you see that I’m kind of old to have an 8-year old daughter? It took me so long to have my baby.”

“I didn’t realise it could be that difficult to have a baby.” Namjoon said under his breath, almost a whisper. Well, it’s true. For him, it wasn’t that hard. Last summer, he could’ve made a dozen babies just from the baby-making activities you did, if you weren’t on birth control. Or were you? Namjoon didn’t know when you stopped taking your pills. It must’ve been recent.

“Well, it was very hard for me. You see, I waited so long before I started trying. I was too busy with my business that by the time I started trying, it was already too late. After a few years of doctor appointments and fertility clinics, I finally had her… I thanked god every night for 9 months until I delivered her. She was a miracle sent from the heavens.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. I’m so amazed by your determination.”

“Here, have some cookies. Tell her I said congratulations. And I hope you have a healthy baby.”

“I will.”

You are now at work, head dizzy with morning sickness. You’ve been spewing out of control since you arrived, there literally nothing to expel out of you now. You try to focus on your computer but the headaches are too painful to ignore. You decided to sleep on your desk for a while until it stopped. You managed to keep it under control and breathe a sigh of relief when it’s finally time to go home.

You walked to your house, seeing Namjoon’s shoes already on the shoe rack. A sense of happiness swept in you and you hurriedly took off your shoes to go inside. Fights don’t really last long between you. Usually one or the other will forfeit their ego and apologise. This time, he didn’t sulk for long and you made a promise to yourself last night that you will make it up to him. You know this is a big betrayal from you and he had all the rights to be mad with you. You did break a big promise you made.

You see two boxes on the dining table and opened it. They were doughnuts with fillings, and you see the icing on top of the doughnuts that spelled “S-O-R-R-Y”. You smiled, knowing that Namjoon had thought it all through. You picked the ‘Y’ doughnut and took a bite. The raspberry jelly filling is really what you need right now after throwing up so much at work. The taste is as good as he says. You sensed footsteps reaching from behind you and unexpectedly, there were hands wrapped around your body.

“I’m sorry baby. I shouldn’t have reacted that way,” He said, hugging you tighter. “I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that.” His body felt so warm and comforting, you leaned back into his embrace unknowingly.

“I’m sorry too… Namjoon, I’m so sorry for breaking our promise.” You turned around and embraced him as close as you can. “I just– I just let my desire come before yours. And that’s really selfish of me. I should’ve talked to you first.” Your cheeks are wet without your realisation.

“It’s okay, baby. I know how much you yearned for this. I couldn’t live my life knowing that I kept you from having what you wanted most. I can’t live with the guilt if I’ve kept you waiting for me, just to find out it’s too late to have a baby, just like the doughnut ahjumma. You deserve everything, beautiful. Now let’s wipe those tears and eat those doughnuts huh?”

You don’t even know what Doughnut ahjumma he was talking about but at least he has forgiven you and that’s all that matters. He took another doughnut and fed you. However, you being you, ate doughnuts while crying, wondering how could you possibly land a husband so understanding and forgiving like Kim Namjoon. You were the one who was supposed to apologise and make it up to him, but now you’re eating his forgiveness doughnuts.

“Baby, I think you should focus on one thing right now. Why are you eating and crying at the same time? God, you’re such a mess right now.” He laughed, and wiped the mess on your cheeks. “Yet, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re such a wonderful being.”

You realised that you must’ve looked so ugly right now. With snot dripping from your nose, and the raspberry filling all over your cheeks, not forgetting the tear stains that’s mushed together all over your face. You can’t believe this man loves you to this extent.

“I’m so emotional right now, you don’t even know.” You said. “Plus, everything hurts so much right now.”

“I know baby. Sorry for putting you through that.” He stood, walked to you and started kissing your neck from behind. This always happen whenever both of you are apologising to each other. Both of you would say sorry over and over again until you forgot what you were fighting for in the first place. “So, have you told my mom?”

“Tell her what?” You asked. “That her plan succeeded?”

“Yeah. I was hoping you would tell her.“ He grinned. "You know, since she was the mastermind and you’re her little minion.”

“I’ll tell her later when I’m not too busy throwing up everywhere,“ You admitted. "Maybe that’s my punishment for going behind your back. But hey, at least I finally bonded with her.”

“You bonded over an evil plan. That doesn’t count.”

A few doughnuts later, you dragged him into your bedroom and pushed him on the bed. All he does is snicker at your failed attempt to look sexy to him. You slowly took off your blouse, and of course it’s always amazing to have you strip for him but Namjoon can’t help but laugh because you don’t even realize you have a raspberry stain at the side of your mouth. Nevertheless, both of you started kissing passionately, but Namjoon can’t stop from smiling in the kiss. He deepens the kiss, holding the back of your neck with one hand and grazing his thumb at the back of your ears, slowly enjoying the moment. But then he remembers the stain again, resulting in a hoarse laugh inside your mouth.

You groaned and pull away from him, “Ugh, why are you laughing?” As if angry with him, you grind on his lap mercilessly and bite on his earlobe. Namjoon does not have much time to reply, his mind already focusing on the pleasure of you grinding a tent in his pants. “You just got some raspberry there.” He panted. “Here let me help.” He leaned forward, hands softly trailing your back, unclasping your bra while licking the stain and continuing to suck a trail at the side of your neck.

“Ohh… that’s nice…” You gasped, when he suddenly kneads your nipple and the skin under your breast. “Ahh!”

Namjoon looks at you, “Better?” He asks you. “God, I always love how soft your skin is.”

You crush your mouth to his, teeth clashing and all. Without a second to waste, you yank his shirt up revealing his golden godlike body. You can find no excuse for being so drenched even though you’ve only just started. Everything just feels so sensitive and oh so good. You’re so horny and sensitive from being pregnant. 

You rise up on your knees and got off his lap to take off your skirt and panties. And then you lie down on the bed with your legs spread. With his eyes widening so big and his mouth droops, Namjoon looks in awe at your action as if surrendering yourself to him. You feel like you might laugh, knowing that even little actions could rile him up. “Why are you still wearing pants, mister?”

“O-ohh right!” He hastily took off his pants and boxers as fast as he can. Seeing this, you’re filled with so much excitement, as if the both of you are two teenagers about to lose their virginity (but you know you’re so far from that). You can’t even wait a second. He rested his tip at your entrance, testing to see whether you’re wet or not. Satisfied, he looked at you for approval (which you nod while smiling) and slowly entered you. The stretch felt amazingly good that it sent tingles all over your body. Even when he’s at the deepest part of you, he didn’t move to let you adjust yourself to him. Your body is more than ready so you tell him, “You can move now, baby.” He rocked his body, moving at a glacial speed to relish the moment at hand. Namjoon can be rough and fuck you senseless at times, but you primarily love when his takes his time and adore you. He was taking so much time, so you finally try to figure out what’s going on. “Why are you going slow today, baby?” You moaned.  

Namjoon just stared at you with his blank eyes. “Y/N, you be on top,”

“Huh? Why? Is it something I said?”

“No, no. I just–” He took out his index finger and traced a line from between your chest to right underneath your navel. “I’m scared I’m going to hurt the baby…”

“Aww, Joonie you’re not going to hurt the baby. Just get to it. I need more…” You whined. He listened, but he only moved a little faster than before. It wasn’t enough for you, “More, Namjoon… Harder!” He insists on moving with his slow pace, which you were fine if it was another day, but today you were hornier than usual and that made you desperate. He was enjoying it, burying his face in the crook of your neck and leaving grunts. He wouldn’t budge even as you try to buck your hips into him, so you slap his butt as hard as you can. “Fine! I’ll be on top. God you’re so annoying, Namjoon!" 

In a matter of seconds, you changed position and grabbed his erection to line with your entrance. You quickly sit on him and rocked your body against him. The rapid swaying of your hips are so brutal, making Namjoon curse nonsensically, "Oh Shitfuck-ing hell!” It was too easy. “Slow.. down. Hnnggh– you’re gonna hurt the baby,” He said in between your thrusts.

You peck him on the lips, as if to say 'Don’t worry’ and continue your onslaught. After a few thrusts, you feel a coil tightening in your core. “Namjoon, I’m so close. Just a little bit more…” Hearing this, Namjoon immediately thumbs your clit in the figure of eight. After a few flicks of his thumb, your orgasm hits you like an express train full off people, blinding you with white lights before the impending crash. You unconsciously clench on Namjoon so hard that his body has no choice but to follow you through the bliss. His length twitched after a few hard thrusts and he explodes in you. Both of you ride your orgasm until utterly drained without energy, and you flop down beside him.

After regaining his breath, Namjoon was the first one to break the silence, “Wow, you haven’t fucked me this hard since that Halloween night when I dressed up as a vampire.” He turns, hugs you snugly and scatters kisses all over your face. “We made a mess, though.”

You nodded, understanding what he meant because you could literally feel his cum dripping all over the sheets. “We’ll take care of it later,” You said while looking up to his face. “It’s all your fault anyway for being such a nuisance.”

“Why is it my fault? I just really didn’t want to hurt the little one.”

“You know, for a smart man, I think you’re really stupid.”


“Pregnant people can have sex, Namjoon.” You stated smugly. “Your dick’s not gonna reach the baby, you fool. Look it up.”

“Hey, be careful or that mouth is gonna get you in trouble.”

You smirked at him. “Bite me.”