the music from the balconies

Kang Daniel College Scenario

Pairing: Kang Daniel and OC

Genre: Fluff

  • So the semester just started
  • Which means everyone and I mean EVERYONE relies on public transport during this time
  • You sat in traffic for about 20 minutes trying to park to get to the train which hella pissed you off
  • Anyways, you finally got a parking spot and super sped walked 
  • When you got there, it was packed and you had to hold onto the railing right beside the door
  • The train chimed to signal it was about to close the doors when you saw a dude running towards you like his life depended on it
  • You already felt like a sardine in the train but you felt bad for the guy since it was the start of the school-year and it would suck to be late so you stuck you hand out to prevent the doors from closing
  • He reached the train doors and squeezed his way in
  • With the amount of people in the train, he had to put his arm around your shoulder to hold onto the railing
  • Talk about personal space cuz gurl, it doesn’t exist in this scenario lmao
  • So this dude looks down at you and thanks you but he does it while breathing super heavily between each word cuz he’s out of breath
  • And you just smile and say “no problem” cuz you find the whole scenario pretty amusing and DID I MENTION HE IS GORGEOUS??
  • Anywho, y’all continue riding the train and you’re minding your own business but you can’t help but notice he KEEPS LOOKING AT CHU??
  • Like hello yes
  • And every time you look back at him to see if he was gonna say something, he just smiles shyly and looks down
  • So you’re like:
  • Also, you notice he keeps letting go of the railing and shaking his hand 
  • The train drops y’all off and you guys head your separate ways but little did you know, homeboy thinks you’re his soulmate or something
  • All you care about is finding your class but he’s frantically texting his homies about you
  • So fast forward 4 classes
  • Now you’re waiting at the station to go home and surprise surprise
  • So is the boy
  • And he’s trying to be low-key about how excited he is to see you again but it’s purdy obvious
  • He decides to take his shot and approach you with one hand in his pocket, looking all smooth
  • But then some skateboarder skates in front of him real quick, throwing him off guard
  • So he freezes in place, SHOOK AF
  • And you try to pretend to be occupied with something else to make him less embarrassed even though you witnessed the whole thing lol
  • Then he does that stupid thing that all boy’s do where he scratches the back of his neck and laughs it off
  • He then goes, “Hey, I didn’t get a chance to properly thank you earlier! I’m Daniel by the way.”
  • Cue the eye smile
  • And unintentionally, them butterflies be dancing in your stomach and you automatically feel bubbly
  • But you shut that down real quick cuz
  • You don’t fuck with the devil.
  • This becomes a routine for the rest of the semester and he’s a major sweetheart which makes it really hard not to fall for him
  • You guys often meet at the campus library to do homework and study since y’all have the same schedule in terms of time
  • And he knows your favorite drink and brings it for you every time
  • And you’re like, “Damn, this kid is a blessing.”
  • So now it’s coming close to Halloween which means
  • You’re not really a party person because you just find them really draining
  • Don’t get me wrong, you can really rock a party but honestly, watching people get hella wasted is not really your cup of tea
  • But one of your closest friend is throwing this party so you think you should probably stop by
  • You dress up as a referee and head to the party whoop whoop
  • When you get there, your friend texts you saying he’s in the kitchen and as you head there, you run into Daniel
  • Who is dressed as a police officer and you’re like ooooooooo damn
  • You guys both head to kitchen to meet up with your friend and you find a bunch of people doing body shots
  • Daniel knows you’re not much of a drinker so he asks if you wanna hang out on the balcony instead 
  • And in your head you’re like, “BLESS UPPPP ThIS KID ROCks MY SoCKS YO”
  • It’s pretty peaceful on the balcony despite the bass from the music inside 
  • You’re about to tell him about something weird that happened in one of your classes the other day but he beats you by saying:
  • “Fuck it. I like you.”
  • And you awkwardly stare at him with your mouth open…not cuz you shocked or anything because you’ve been getting vibes cuz he’s obvious
  • But you just didn’t know how to react lol
  • So the first thing you say is, “You’re drunk.” while pointing at his red solo cup
  • He replies with, “Actually, I’m not.” And he shows you what’s inside of the cup and you guessed it
  • He put potato chips in there bro
  • You still didn’t know what to say so he continues talking
  • “You don’t have to give me an answer, I just wanted to get it off my chest.” 
  • So more silence followed and he leans against the railing and eats his potato chips (in a pretty sad manner which is rare for Kang Daniel)
  • And you’re having a major battle in your head right now because you like him but you’ve been trying to beat your feelings for a while because boys suck lol
  • But Kang Daniel is an exception
  • You then join him at the railing and nudge him with your elbow
  • He looks at you with the saddest puppy eyes and you kinda died a little
  • You tell him the feelings are mutual and you swore the look on his face is the look that someone makes when they win the lottery
  • But that disappears in an instant because cocky Daniel comes in play
  • And he tells you he’s gonna take you to a drive-in theater for your guys first date and seals the deal with a kiss on yo forehead
  • And that moment, my friend, is when you decided
  • You were going to fuck with the devil, but this time only.

Imagine you wake up in middle of the night to the sound of soft playing violin music. You climb out of bed to see where the music is coming from, to find Loki playing violin on the balcony of your bed chambers. You watch him silently as he plays and close your eyes as you savour this moment. Suddenly the music ends and open your eyes to find him looking at you. “You never told me you could play” you say. He tells you he doesn’t play for anyone and it was something he used to do for Frigga. He then pulls you close and whispers, “But for you, my love I would gladly give a private performance”. So he takes you into the bedroom and plays for you, till the last thing you hear before sleep is the violin.

It’s like Hannah Montana but better.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Omg i just had this thought. So reader always wears baggy clothes, nothing that showed off her curves or anything. And then theres a party and she wears this beautiful tight dress, it was still slightly modest, but it hugs her curves, and no one realized that it was her at first. (Also, reader is best friends with bts, but has feelings for one of them and then they get together?) Thank ya!!!!!!

(Credit to Original owner of gif)

You don’t really recall the exact that you became friends with all of Bts but you don’t regret it for a single momen- “Y/N! Is eating your food again! He’s straying from the diet and will blame you!” You heard the all to familiar voice of Jin yell down the corridor to you.

You sighed and finished pulling your jumper over your shoulders and hurried to the kitchen to see Jungkook with a mouth full of crisps and the most guilty look on his face “Aish! Stop eating my food you pig!” You yelled and grabbed the now empty can of Pringle’s from the boy.

You shoved three boys out of your kitchen and found another one in your pantry so you pulled him out as well and you all moved into the living room, you all sat and watched a movie and noticed all the boys were side eyeing you and each other and you knew straight away you had been stuck in the middle of either a prank or some dumb competition that they always did. An arm draping around your shoulder disrupted your thoughts as Taehyung nonchalantly glanced at you then back at the TV “What do you want?” You asked suspiciously.

“Oh nothing, there’s just this part-” “Y/N come I need water!” Jungkook yelled suddenly interrupting the other boy from speaking.

You looked at Jungkook and used the opportunity to move away from Taehyung, as much as you loved their hugs you knew something sinister was going on. “Go get it yourself, you know how a tap works.” You teased and moved away from Tae to a different couch.

The boys chuckled and all went back to normal but for like five minutes before your phone pinged and you were going to grab it but upon seeing the sly look on Yoongi’s face you ignored it. “Ugh this is killing me, Y/N We want to invite you to a party, nothing to fancy, the boys were making a game out of it to see who could get you to be their date.” Namjoon finally said being the first to crack.

Seven loud groans echoed around the room and they all began telling off Namjoon for spoiling their game. “Sure I’ll go, I didn’t know it was a competition though, Kookie asked me yesterday and I said yes.” You said and then laughed as all the yelling was suddenly turned on the youngest.

Once all the chatter died down you all went and ate some dinner and enjoyed a movie. You had slyly stolen Yoongi’s jumper and added your final addition to your baggy jumper collection as now you had one from every boy. It made you proud and you didn’t feel any guilt, they always took your stuff and ate your food. It’s probably why they never complain about their missing clothes. You fell asleep with them in the living room and your head was resting quite comfortably on Jungkook’s shoulder.

You woke up in the morning to an almost empty living room, the boys were up and about gathering all their stuff and getting ready to go to work with the exception of Jungkook who was still quite comfortably asleep and you still had your head on his shoulder. You moved away and shook the boy awake, to which he groaned as he had the most pleasant dream about you. His eyes shout open and realized how close you were and jumped away, you laughed at his odd behavior as he went about his morning before all the boys bid you goodbye and Jungkook told you what time he would pick you up.

After they had left you went upstairs to go see what nice clothes you did have and found one dress tucked away at the back, you weren’t one for going all out and making yourself up but if it was something to do with work for the group you wanted to make sure you looked your absolute best. The dress was simple, that reached just above your knees and hugged your waist before becoming like skater skirt. It was long sleeved and had slightly wider than normal neckline and you knew it was the dress to wear. You picked out a pair of nice small heels and set your outfit to the side and tried to contain your excitement.

When the time came you began getting ready and dolled yourself up and even did your hair before putting on your outfit for the night and stared at yourself in your full length mirror. Admiring how the dress and shoes made your legs appear longer and how the dress accentuated your curves without being to sexy. You walked down the stairs expecting to see Jungkook but only saw a driver and you couldn’t deny how upset you were, to be arriving on your own. 

The driver informed you that the group would meet you there as they ran behind schedule. You didn’t mind in all real honesty, you knew their work was important and would usually take up a little time, so you were thankful enough for the moments you did get with them.

You showed up the party and told yourself to beat up Namjoon for lying, there was paparazzi everywhere and their presence made this party seem a lot bigger than expected, the driver handed you an invitation on a small piece of paper and you exited the car and you were immediately blinded by the flashes of cameras. You did your best to smile as people loudly chatted about who you were.

You entered the party and skimmed the area and spotted the boys and made a beeline for them and jumped up next to Jimin who stared at you in surprise “Hello there,” He purred “My name is Jimin and you?” He asked surprise turning to something more flirty.

You let out a laugh and leaned close “Jimin its me! Y/N! You’re kidding right? I’m not that hard to notice.” You laughed in his ear over the music.

You pulled away to see shock settled back on his face and ignored him and went around greeting the boys and saved Jungkook for last “Kookie!” You yelled to catch his attention.

He turned quickly, knowing your voice from anywhere but when he saw you, he felt everything around him slow down. He loved it when you wore his clothes, He loved it when you wore anything really but this was the first time you had ever worn something like this in the time you had known him and he couldn’t stop the literal shock to spread across his features. “Yoohoo earth To Kook!” You called, rapping your fist against his head.

He dragged you away after snapping out of it. He pulled you onto the balcony and away from the thumping music “So some small, non-fancy party huh?” You joked looking back into the room to see Yoongi a thumbs up but he wasn’t looking at you.

You followed his gaze to Jungkook and saw the boy staring at the floor blushing madly. “Jungkook, are you okay?” You asked placing a hand on his shoulder.

He looked up and met your gaze. His mouth opened and shut a few times “You look beautiful tonight!” He blurted out finally, reverting away from his fishlike state.

You were about to thank him when you noticed him take a deep breath and step forward and wrapped an arm around your waist and the other rested on your chin as he brought his lips close to yours. “In fact you are the most beautiful person at this entire party.” He breathed.

You let your eyes flutter shut as your best friend kissed you. You wrapped your arms around him and got completely lost in the moment but eventually you had to pull away “So Kookie finally stopped being my blushy boy and became my manly man.” You teased.

It brought a grin to his face as you kept teasing him but all he did was just watch your face light up as you animatedly joked about him before getting distracted by your lips and kissing you again right in the middle of your insult and silencing you. 


Probably could have come up with a better ending I’m sorry!! This was actually really fun to write as I relate 100%. I hope you enjoyed it!!

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: betty just CASUALLY leaves a metal ladder outside her window??? where does she stuff her metal ladder. where does it come from. how is this allowed. does jughead bring the ladder. where’d he get it???? he definitely can't carry it anywhere hes homeless as hell. is this the andrews's ladder (maybe from their garage)?? does archie take it out of his garage and help his main homies hook up? do betty's parents know that their daughter's room is ladder accessible?? does betty keep a ladder in her closet?? does she haul it up from their basement?? wheres this teen romance bullshit coming from what kinda high school musical balcony scene bullshit???

Note: Haha this is a really cool request :) Mafia!au requests are quite popular lately. Happy you like them <3 


You were currently sat at the couch in the livingroom, warm lips pressed against yours as shownu and you were making out rather passionalty. The moment was perfect. That is untill  you heard someone clear his throat behind you. Both you and shownu jumped up finding your father, probably the most dangerous man in the city, standing behind the couch with a blank expression and arms crossed over his chest. Shownu was visibly embarrased.

Shownu: “I..It`s not what it looks like… we..well it was but I assure you I am treating your daughter with respect..sir..”

His rambling kept going on and also you were rather tense fearing your father was gonna kill Shownu then and there. He walked over to the two of you, putting a hand on Shownus shoulder who had now stopped talking. And then he… started laughing? Your fear was replaced with confusion and then you relaxed as you father spoke again.

Your father: “A man has to show his girl that he loves her. My daughter is old enough to make her own choices. As long as you treat her right I don`t have anything against this, however I`d appreciate it if you kept this private.”


This was not how you had planned this to go but you weren`t complaining either. The meeting dragged on and so you and minhyuk had snuck away into a little more private corner of the hallway were his lips were currently deliciously massaging yours. Completely lost in the moment neither of you noticed the figure leaning against a wall only about 5 meters away. Once you saw your father however you pushed minhyuk off you. That would also be the moment minhyuk would make his last prayer. 

Your father: “I was wondering what was so much more interesting than the meeting.”

At this point you were trying to explain yourself to your father. Trying to calm down the situation as you were certain your father wouldn`t tolerate this. He made you stand behind him as he walked towards minhyuk who was now apologizing frantically. 

Your father: “Sorry? Why would you apologize for this? Is this not what you wanted? If you`re going to kiss my daughter you better stand to it.”

Minhyuk: “Y..yes of course. I.. I just felt like I had to apologize.”

Your Father: “Listen boy. A father never wants to give their daughter away like this to anyone, but if this is what she wants, who am I to interfere?”

He started to walk away when he turned around once more.

Your Father: “Just, keep it private will you?”

Minhyuk: “Yes, absolutely!”


Making out with Kihyun in secret has become a regular thing. Getting caught by your father red handed however was definitely not. Just moments ago everything was perfect as Kihyun was making your head spin with his gentle yet passionate way of kissing you. Now the situation however was tense as your father was standing a few meters away, hands in his pockets and looking as calm as you`d expect from a mafia boss. Kihyun started to explain himself but was cut of by your father.

Your Father: “I`m guessing that this isn`t the first time for this rather intimate encounter?”

Kihun: “ sir.”

Your Father: “And this is how I find out?”

You too were afraid of your fathers temper and what he would do with Kihyun now. But just as you were about beg him not to kill Kihyun you heard him laugh.

Your Father: “So teenagers these days haven`t changed from my time huh? I`m rather impressed you were able to hide it for so long. Well, I think I`ve interupted for long enough, I`ll take my leave now. I`m sure you know how to treat my daughter with the respect she deserves, if not however you also know what we do with disrespecting people around here.”


“This is heaven”, you thought as your lips moved against Changkyuns. His arms secure around your waist and your hands tangled in his hair. “This is hell”, you thought as your father, one of the most feared mafia boss in this country, opened the door and stepped through, now starring at the both of you. You tried reading his gaze for any sign of what he was thinking but his face was expressionless. 

I.M: “Th..this is.. We..were just… you know.. I was just showing her something.”

Your Father: “Yes, I know. The inside of your mouth apparently. And judging by the length of this showing something I presume it was rather interesting.”

How did he know the length of it? You and Changkyun were both equally confused untill your father pointed towards the corner where a camera was hanging in plain sight and you mentally facepalmed yourself. How did you not notice that? Expecting your father to go crazy on Changkyun you were again surprised as he instead turned around and left with a small chuckle.

Your father: “Kids these days. Keep off cam if you don`t mind. I don`t need to see another elabortion of how to show someone something.”


Could a moment be any more perfect than this? Wonho`s lips gently dancing on yours, one arm around your waist the other tangled in your hair while yours were lazily laying on his shoulders. Well to answer the question. Yes, yes it could be more perfect if your father, who happend to be an intimidating mafia boss, wasn`t standing a few meters away from the two of you starring at the two of you. 

You: “ It isn`t what it looks like.”

Wonho: “R..right I was just.. w..well.. we were… um”

Your father took a few steps forward now standing directly infront of Wonho, who was admittedly quite afraid at this point. The poor boy jumped a bit when your father put a hand on his shoulder, making him look up and your father chuckle with amusement.

Your Father: “There`s no need to fear me as long as you treat her right. Y/N is a very smart girl who is capable of choosing her partners by herself. Of course, If I happen to hear anything bad I will be back to have a talk with you. Understood?”

Wonho: “Yes. Don`t worry, I will treat her like a queen.”

Both you and Wonho almost dropped to the floor after your father left.


You: “Not so harsh Jooheon. You`re gonna ruin my hair.”

You whispered as he pressed you against a wall, kissing you passionatly, in the process managing to get a few strands of hair loose from your updo. The music from the party inside still very much noticeable from the balcony you two escaped to. However this frenzy of a fast and heated make out didn`t last for long as you both heard a voice from behind you.

Your Father: “I was just searching for you to check up with you. Seeing if you were feeling alright and well judging by.. this.. I`m sure you are.”

You were both stunned and shocked not being able to get out a word. Just as Jooheon was about to ramble out his apologies, which honestly by his level of fear probably wouldn`t have been more than a series of stumbled and unfinished words, your father made to leave.

Your Father: “I trust you are in good hands y/n. If I find out you weren`t however.. well.”

Both you and Jooheon were more than able to understand what he was pointing to despite his open ending.


He was sweet as sugar as he made his plump lips move over yours in such gentle matter you thought he was afraid to break you. Yet you could feel the passion and love behind every kiss his lips granted yours and it felt like a drug you just couldn`t resist. You were sure nothing could ruin this moment but you were dead wrong. The door into the small room you and Hyungwon were making out in was suddenly opened and in came none other than probably the most dangerous man in the city. Or your dad as you called him. His face was blank as he stared at the two of you, slowly figuring out what he had just walked in on. Those seconds were torture to Hyungwon as he tried to think of words that would make your father spare his life. Then it clicked for your him and he broke out into laughter, dragging Hyungwon out of his thoughts completely.

Your Father: “Oh god, I`m so sorry. I didn`t know you two were.. well… anyway continue, I`ll leave quickly. Maybe you should lock the door next time though.”

Hyungwons rather confused and shocked face made you giggle as you told him you had told your father about your relationship and that he was okay with it as long Hyungwon treated you respectivly. 

The IPRGF, as an anarchist militia fighting ISIS in Rojava tweeted out this image earlier today from Raqqa. It’s marking the formation of ‘The Queer Insurrection and Liberation Army’ (TQILA), a subgroup of the IRPGF. They proclaim “Queer Liberation! Death to Rainbow Capitalism! ”.

Kurdish Question carried an interview last month with the which we reproduce below International Revolutionary People’s Guerrilla Forces?

The first anarchist battalion has been launched in Rojava, and with that a new call for revolutionary anarchists from around the world to join them. Rojava Solidarity NYC (RS NYC) conducted an interview with the members of the International Revolutionary People’s Guerrilla Forces (IRPGF) about how they got started, how they have experienced revolutionary life and the possibilities for anarchists when an autonomous region supports the movement

What made you decide to come to Rojava?

We decided to come to Rojava to defend the ongoing social revolution unfolding here and in the broader region. We wanted to support the revolution not only with words and with solidarity events but with our physical presence and our lives. The revolution’s primary focus on women’s liberation and ecology are vital to any liberatory revolution and thus something we not only support and defend but also seek to spread. Additionally, we wanted to learn as much as we could about tactics and practices from the various militant Apoist and communist parties as well as create a space for anarchist militants in the revolution.

How do you see your role in Rojava? And has it changed over the course of each member’s involvement, from arriving to forming this collective?

Our role in Rojava is first and foremost to help defend and ensure the success of the revolution on both a social and military level. Secondly, our role includes spreading anarchist principles and theory through education programs and exchanges with local communes and collectives. We see ourselves here in Rojava as a constitutive part of the project of democratic confederalism and we carry out whatever work is necessary to achieve the project’s revolutionary goals and aims. While we all came here with these ideals and principles, the longer we have stayed the more we have seen and understood the richness and complexity of the revolution and the people, not only in an analytic sense but also in an emotional sense. For example, here we have gained a new understanding of comradeship that would have never developed in individualistic societies. This has allowed our understanding of the revolution to be much more nuanced and comprehensive than any armchair revolutionary attempting to critique from afar.

What are the characteristics or practices you’ve found in Rojava that exemplify the revolution for you?

One of the main characteristics and practices that exemplify the revolution and its ideals include the Tekmil, which is the term for the revolutionary practice of criticism and self-criticism implemented into the PKK by Öcalan and now used in revolutionary institutions in both the social and military spheres. The tekmil is used for several purposes: to ensure that people are continuously improving themselves and their relationships with those around them, as a means of resolving differences and tensions in a healthy and effective way, to keep the goals of a shared revolutionary horizon at the forefront of the struggle, and to restrict hierarchical relationships from forming within autonomous groups. Other main characteristics include collective life, women’s empowerment and defense, people’s defense, pluralism (religious, ethnic), efforts to bridge ethnic conflicts (reconciliation), and politics being an integral part of life for many. All of these characteristics have worked together to enable a heterogeneous population of human beings to not only liberate and defend themselves but also confront and work to reconcile conflicts that threaten their own solidarity. To us, this type of continual struggle to advance the emancipation of all is what it means to be revolutionary.

How do you see the Rojava Revolution in relation to anarchist struggles around the world?

The Rojava Revolution, much like the revolution in Chiapas in the 90’s, is one of indigenous peoples not only standing up against colonizers and imperialists, but also seeking to transcend capitalism and the nation-state. The Rojava Revolution and its principles are in line with those of anarchism and provides hope to other indigenous communities around the world who are co-struggling against their oppression and for their liberation. For example, Şehîd Kawa Amed was a native American and NoDAPL activist who traveled to Rojava to show his solidarity with the revolution and ultimately give his life for the cause. It is people like this who reveal the interconnectedness of indigenous and anarchist struggles around the world and fill us with the inspiration and determination to keep the struggle alive.

What are the larger goals of this organization?

Beyond supporting and defending the revolution in Rojava, we as IRPGF seek to advance the cause of anarchism around the world and continue the armed struggle until world revolution. In the meantime, we aim to create a training base in the region explicitly for anarchists to come, train, and prepare for the revolution both here and on their home fronts. We hope that this base will serve as a collective space where anarchists can come to learn a variety of revolutionary skills, spanning from the social to the guerrilla. Additionally, with the creation of this group, we aim to inspire more anarchists to come to the region and show physical solidarity for the revolution. For those anarchists that are unable to come for reasons outside their control, we hope that they can still support us and the revolutionary movements around the world through local solidarity actions and other creative means

What would be the ideal outcomes for IRPGF?

Ideal outcomes first include the success of the revolution in Rojava and the spread of anarchist revolution and insurrection in every neighborhood around the world. Additionally, an anarchist base that can act as a center for revolutionary living and training for the foreseeable future would also be ideal. See you all in Rojava.

How did you come to the conclusion to make this group?

During the Spanish Civil War, tens of thousands of international volunteers and revolutionaries traveled to Spain from as far as China to show their solidarity and give their lives for a revolution that unfortunately proved to be unsuccessful. During the Syrian Civil War today, less than a thousand international revolutionaries have come to support and defend the ongoing social revolution in Rojava. We asked ourselves - how could it be that in the age of the Internet, air travel, and a thus vastly interconnected world was there such a lack of substantial international solidarity. We have heard criticisms from those who pay lip service to the Spanish Civil War, yet attempt to shame those that travel to Rojava with terms such as adventurists, imperialists, racists, and more. However, it is precisely those who level such critiques and do not show their physical solidarity here in Rojava who are the real racists, islamophobes, and imperialists. Instead of risking their comfort, privilege, and craft beer, they remain on their cushions, enjoying the material comforts provided by the imperialist and colonialist powers that have created the fascist monsters in this region. Thus, we came to the conclusion to make this group in order to fill the vacuum left by the anarchists who had yet to do so.

Have there been any particular scenes or anecdotes that have reaffirmed your impressions of or commitments to the revolutionary project in Rojava?

One of the most vivid scenes occurred when one of our comrades was staying with a family and a woman of the family began to tell our comrade about her experience with receiving education from and getting involved with the Mala Jin. She related how it changed her life, how she was able to revolutionize her perception of herself as a human being, and how a world of possibilities had opened up for her. Her eyes while discussing this are something that our comrade will never forget. Still, our comrade notes that one mostly experiences the revolutionary spirit in day to day life and those moments of true liberation don’t come from the institutions that have been set up but from the cultural changes that have occurred, which are almost impossible to capture with words.

Another event occurred on the eve of Nevroz. During the night, the city streets were full of fires usually consisting of burning tires. People were gathered around them chanting, singing and dancing. This was the day that for decades had been repressed and forbidden for Kurds in Syria and Turkey. Now it was celebrated openly as a day of cultural expression and liberation with great joy and excitement. While we were riding around the city in our pick up truck waving, shouting and occasionally shooting off AK’s with our comrades, a large convoy of cars appeared. They were packed with people who were hanging out the windows and even on the roofs of the vehicles waving flags, chanting and shouting. Some were shooting tracer rounds from their weapons since there were no fireworks for the festivities. We quickly pulled into the convoy and drove around the city for hours honking the horn, waving to the people gathered on the streets or looking from their balconies and windows and blasting revolutionary music. During the evening we stumbled upon a large fire with many young children holding hands, jumping up and down while singing and dancing. In front of the fire was a group of young girls of all ages holding their hands up in the victory symbol and jumping up and down shouting “Jin, Jiyan, Azadî!” or “Women, Life, Freedom!” Some of our comrades got emotional as the girls shouted with such joy and freedom. One comrade looked over and said that even if the revolution is defeated, it would not have been in vain for this was the revolution victorious.

Lastly, a scene that cannot be left unmentioned is that of one of the şehîd ceremonies (essentially a funeral) for one international and two local comrades. Even though it was just two people from the region that had passed, the entire village and surrounding villages came to the ceremony. All of the people came with their various YPG, YPJ, and related flags, all while yelling powerful chants of ‘Şehîd Namirin! (Martyrs don’t die!) and ‘Bi can, bi xwîn, em bi te re ne ey şehîd! (With soul, with blood, we are with you şehîd!’ They came together, cried together, and experienced the death of a loved one together. This is due to the fact that death is still a very communal event here; people know that a death in the community does not just affect the individual, rather it affects everyone as each individual makes up part of the whole. Further, they understand the need for physical solidarity with each other, which was thoroughly exemplified by the attendance of the HPC, or the community defense militias - consisting mainly of women ready to help defend their community from anyone that attempts to infringe on its autonomy, whether it be daîş, the asayîş, or even the YPG. Scenes and anecdotes such as these not only remind us why we fight and but also fill us with hope that the revolution will both continue to flourish in the region and spread to the rest of the world.

What do you see as the greatest threat to the revolution?

The greatest threats to the revolution comes from various fronts: counterrevolutionary forces; imperialist forces and/or colonial forces such as Turkey, USA, Assad, Russia, Iran, and Barzani - KDP/ENKS; religious/ethnic sectarianism; and a liberal, statist outcome of the revolution. As individual anarchists and as a collective under the name IRPGF, we will combat these threats and do everything possible to ensure their destruction if they take a strike at the revolution. For any anarchist interested in becoming a part of IRPGF, this is a prerequisite.

How would you like to position IRPGF in relation to struggles internationally?

IRPGF: From Chile to Greece, anarchist groups have risen and answered the call of armed struggle. In other areas where armed struggle is not yet possible, anarchists have creatively developed infrastructure and projects that truly address social issues when no one else would. We see ourselves as a part of these larger anarchist movements and we extend our support and solidarity to the anarchists who currently struggle both in and outside of the confines of the state. We also honor and praise the brave anarchists around the world who have given their lives to defeat oppression in all of its forms. In the long term, we hope to create a network of armed anarchist groups around the world who can jointly struggle against capitalism and the state.

Did coming to Rojava change how you see the nature of the anarchist struggle?

IRPGF: Anarchist struggle without praxis is not struggle. Therefore, with a unified understanding of theory and praxis necessary for revolution, we have seen how taking up arms changes the struggle and our relationship to it and to one another. The severe lack of international anarchist support is both shameful and indicative of a larger problem within the anarchist movement - the unwillingness to truly put one’s life on the line for the struggle. Thus, beyond all the self deception, delusion and congratulatory anarchist politics is the very truth of the struggle; that in order to change the world one must be willing to risk their lives, their comfort and their privilege. What this entails is of course relative to the area you are organizing in. For example, if people in your area are experiencing heavy ICE raids, begin sabotaging these raids by any means possible. If mosques are being attacked by far right extremists, form groups to help prevent such attacks and expel fascists from the area. Pick up a gun if necessary. Stand in front of a gun if necessary. If one is not ready to do this, they, in our opinion, cannot call themselves a revolutionary.

What sorts of skills and practices would you recommend anarchist revolutionaries develop to help them further the struggle?

IRPGF: Considering that revolution will contain both social and military aspects, we suggest that to prepare adequately and further the struggle, people must learn to live communally and develop the skills to carry out armed struggle. This is precisely the reason we see it as imperative that we create a base in the region for anarchists to travel to and do just that.

There are many groups around the world right now hoping to bring the practices of the Rojava Revolution back home. What sort of advice would you give them?

First, some advice is to be aware of the local contexts and develop programs specific to not only the current but historical local contexts. Second, to defeat the imposed alienation of both the State and Capital, it is important to find a way to develop means of spending time with each other that create and maintain truly revolutionary relationships. Experiencing life communally is an essential part of existing in Rojava and a key factor in the people’s ability to continually rise up and defend each other when necessary. People here care about those around them in a much deeper sense than the capitalist concept of simply scratching each other’s backs. To recreate this sense of community in Western societies we will first need to revolutionize ourselves and our relationships with each other. Call outs on social media need to be done away with. Baseless egos and smugness need to be done away with. Those attitudes have done nothing but further stagnate the movement. Bring yourself back down to the level of those around you, begin to perceive the movement as more than just something to boost your self-esteem, and struggle. Until this is done, a revolution will not be possible. So, spend time with each other. If you see problems in your comrades’ behavior, address them as a group that cares about each other’s improvement as revolutionary human beings, rather than taking it to Facebook and denouncing them publicly. Create groups that enable people to begin to rely on each other again instead of the State. Get to know your neighbors and their problems. Don’t think of yourself as better or separate from the general populous, as a real revolution needs to flow up from the people. Hold neighborhood assemblies that allow for projects to develop around local needs and put your lives on the line for others. Develop decentralized defense militias that can go to war with the State and its lackeys (cops, boneheads, etc.). In short, this is a time in the West when anarchism may either succeed or fail completely and the path it will take is in all of our hands.

What are the best ways for people back home to join in your mission and support your work?

Of course, the best way for anarchists back home to join in our mission and work would be to come to Rojava and join the struggle directly. However, we are well aware that this is not possible for everyone and understand the need for ways to support us from afar. One simple yet crucial way to do so would be to join or create a local Rojava Solidarity group and help fund raise for our military and medical supplies. Bleeding out is the number one killer here and blood coagulates such as cellox are unfortunately in short supply. That and generally spreading awareness about the revolution and anarchist participation in it would be very helpful. Of course, continuing to advance the anarchist movement in your own neighborhoods and fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with the oppressed wherever you are will help the overarching mission and work of anarchism as well.

About time.

A/N- Just an alternate more ‘mature’ story of my previous au.

Hope you enjoy this. Its really good, I promise. :) You’re in for a surprise huhuhu :3

Plot- Jungkook is your roommate for about a while now, but time seems to have gotten some strings attached. Lets see how it goes. Will resistance win?

Characters- Y/N, Jimin, Jungkook.

Word Count-  2.2k+.

Warning- Swearing.

For better understanding, check out these!(or don’t, your wish :3)-

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3  Part 4   Part 5

casual texting- part 1, part 2  


This wasn’t just your average love story. This was an intense blend of being in a friend zone and being perpetually torn between lust and respect. 
Almost two years ago you didn’t even expect to be living with a boy too hot for existing. But there you were… With him, under one roof and almost painfully attracted to him. The amazing awkwardness was no longer prominent though.
Where on one hand we wanted to clutch onto each other like koalas and not let go and on the other hand, wanted to rip off clothes and sink your souls into each other’s skin. It was almost agonizing for you both to keep your eyes off one another. At this point in life, you were highly satisfied with the situation in general.
It was a quite uneventful Friday evening and this was going to be a long weekend. Jimin, you and your roommate of 2 and a half years, Jungkook were sat down on the ground in your living room, reading comics, texting and just casually wasting time.

“Hey Y/N, let’s go out. I’m bored. And its weekend anyway.” Jimin said yawning and streching his arms out. Jungkook sighed as he looked at you and you were least bothered about tonight.

“I don’t know Chimchim…” You breathed.

Jimin got agitated at this and got up and crawled to you and locked you into an Asian defensive embrace. 
“Chimchim, no!” You cackled trying to escape from his grip. 

You glared at Jungkook who was just straight face busy texting someone. You managed to kick him in the nape of his neck, making him lose his phone. 

“Y/N! You-!” He immediately got up and locked you with his muscular arms from the front. You were suffocating but couldn’t complain. It had been so long since you all were finally together, without any college assignments. 

“Ah! Jungkook! Jimin! You fuckers, let go, I’m dying!” You laughed as you held their arms so that they loose their grip on you. 

“Fuck off!” Jungkook growled. 

“Okay, I’m sorry! Ah, let go!” You cried. 

“Y/N, please let’s go!” Jimin said. 

“Fine! Fine!” You finally felt free. You coughed and hit them both hard. 

“Where do we go?” I asked as I lean onto Jungkook’s shoulder. He snaked his hand from behind, to grope your shoulders. 

“Let’s go somewhere fancy today.” Jungkook suggested while unconsciously lighting rubbing one of your palms. You nervously sweat at his touch, but you were kind of used to it. His fingers felt like electricity running through and down to you core. 

“Oh yeah! There is this, Italian place I saw.” Jimin said as he navigated through his phone.

“Let’s go! I’ll get ready.” You left Jungkook’s grip reluctantly and went to get ready. You needed a moment to settle in the atmosphere after escaping his comfortable heat. He tracked you with his eyes while you were going. 
Jungkook looks away at Jimin with a slight smile and found Jimin staring at him. 

“Just admit it already.” Jimin teased.

“What the fuck?” Jungkook frowned at him with flushed cheeks.

“Come on! We all know you are so in love with her.” He said.

“Oh shut up. I am not.” Jungkook deeply blushed. Unable to be aware about his own feelings towards you. 
“You ask anyone. Ask any Hyung, they all say the same. Have you even noticed the way you look at her. It’s insane and so magical!” Jimin dreamily told.
“No chimi. She is my roommate and my friend. I just care about her. A lot.” Jungkook said looking down at his twiddling thumbs. 
“I’m done. Let’s go!” You announced from a distance. You wore a cute little gravy, off-shoulder dress with timberlands. You had messy hair and a dark lip colour on, leaving the two men with ajar mouths. 

“Damn.” Jimin scanned you up and down. 

“Where is Y/N? Miss, if you’re free, join us for dinner tonight.” Jimin said making me roll my eyes at him. Although you lived for his cheesy compliments, you still made a face at him.

“You still look like a pig.” Jungkook teased without leaving his eyes from his phone. 

“Yeah whatever. You still look like a rabbit.” You teased him back which certainly offended him. You were still pondering as to why he had been stuck on his phone lately. Did he get a girlfriend without telling you? You felt a knot in your stomach on the thought of him holding another girl, laughing with her, kissing her, just being with her. You had not released it, but in this course of two and a half years, you might have started liking your roommate. It was obvious for you and him, that you couldn’t keep eyes off one another at times which made you jump. When he jokingly called you cute things like ‘baby’ or 'sweetie’ or 'sugar’, your heart would do a 360° flip. 
You finally headed out to the restaurant with both the men. You held Jimin’s arm while walking. Jungkook just saw that from the corner of his eyes and ignored. You all talked about life in general, jobs and stuff, whilst on the way. 

“Ew, your PDA disgusts me.” Jungkook finally said out of context. 

“Oh is someone jealous?” Jimin pouted sarcastically. You just clutched onto him more and kissed his cheek. 

“How about that, Kookie?” You poked out your tongue at him.

Jungkook frowned hard and to your surprise, held your waist tight. 

“Alright, I need my share too then.” He smirked. You blushed at his quick gesture. We soon reached our destination and had the fanciest meal ever. It was a bit pricey for you all to have but you had a good time. You all split the bill and then happily started walking back home. Once again, you were latched on Jimin and it was killing Jungkook this time, he immediately pulls out his phone and started tapping on it. This time you were low-key mad. 

“What is with you and your phone-” you snatched away Jungkook’s phone. He was startled. "The fuck woman! What are you doing?” He screams. 

“Seriously Kookie, what is it?” I ask furiously whilst desperately trying to find out. 

“Just give my phone back!” He ordered while attempting to snatch it away. 

“Can you just tell me what’s even up with you?” You yelled. 

“Y/N!” He screams and you fall to the ground bruising your arm. 

“Oh my god. Y/N!” Jimin got startled and reached out to pick you up. Jungkook was just stood there with his eyes widened and shook expression. 

“You know what? Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook!” I spat as I dusted myself. “You! Don’t talk to me these days, don’t share anything with me, don’t come home till late, always leave the house early, don’t eat the food I make, and you just are so ignoring me. What’s wrong with you?” You were low-key red.

“Y/N, calm down.” Jimin whispered while holding me in place. 

“ASSHOLE.” You stared at your wound as you eye him from the corner.
His phone beeps and you read he message there.

//are you jealous? <3//

“Y/N I-” As Jungkook was about to say anything, you left before placing his phone on his hand. 

“Well done, Kook. Now she hates you for sure.” Jimin sarcastically says. 

“Aish! I’m an idiot!” Jungkook face-palmed hard. 

“Indeed.” Jimin said while punching him lightly. 

“Now go get her. She’s hurt and she needs someone. I’ll be leaving. Taehyung must be home.” Jimin says and leaves. 

“I better come up with an apology of reasonable explanation.” Jungkook was really in dilemma and he wanted to really make up for hurting you. Jungkook rushes to a store to buy your favorite beer and Thai food. 

“Y/N, are you in?” Jungkook sweetly called you out. You frowned at him and ignore without saying a word. 
You were sat in the balcony with music blasting from the speakers. 
The night was breezy and you were just sat there in silence and mild darkness. Jungkook keeps the things aside on the dining table as he steps towards and lightly wrap his arms around your shoulders. 
You were still slightly annoyed at him but the way he holds you made you want to turn around and hug him. Tight
“Y/N. Sorry, baby.” He mumbles like a little 5-year-old boy against your skins. He still had his arms wrapped around you with his head resting over your left shoulder. You were still taken aback at his intimate touch that had happened in the past as well, but not in a situation like this.

You sighed and replied to him finally. “Kookie, what is even up with you I swear I can’t-” as you turn to face him, he gives you the puppy eyes which makes you pout in return. You cup his cute face and tell him to not do it. 

“You made me fall.” You tell him making even his heart skip a beat.

‘Only if it were in the way’, Jungkook thought.

“I realized it. I have been an asshole recently. I have been so stressed and I thought I should talk to you but I just didn’t know how.” He didn’t know how to respond to that but he confessed his ignorance towards you. He looked at your bruise which nearly killed him on the inside, seeing that he was responsible to scar you like that.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never meant you hurt you, I just… Sorry. But hey! Look, I got your favorite beer and Thai food!” He tells me yet with a voice filled with regret and sadness. 

“Oh, my god! This is what I really needed now!” You cleared him off the way from the balcony and rushed to the table to grab the beer can. You pop open it up and have a big sip. You could never be mad at him for bringing you alcohol. It was such a uni student thing.

“Ah~ this is good.” You say walking back to balcony where your roommate was. You toss him another can of beer. 

“You know it’s been too long that we have actually hung out like this. Remember the one time we went hiking and I slept all over you…” You look up at the beaming moon and reminisce the old times when you were both new and naive. 

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, making sure not to choke himself, cringing at his childish nature back then. 

“Not going to lie, I enjoyed it.” He winked at me with that killer bunny smile of his. 

“Mate, I bet you did. And I think your alcohol is kicking in.” You laugh and slap him lightly in the arm. 

“Oh Y/N, we used to be so awkward. Now look at us, were chilling in our balcony with beer.” He smiles.

“Jungkook, honestly, I would have never even thought I’d get along with you well.” You lean your face to face him.

“Well, same.” He taps the time of your nose making you smile like an idiot. There was a numb silence in the air that night.

“Y/N…” He broke the winds sound with His own lovely voice. After knocking down the third can of beer

You hum in response and look at him with intoxicated eyes. Your eyes were burning at his visual. You wanted to clutch into him so bad, you start to dig your own skin in resistance. 

“Why did you want to know what I had been up to these days? Why did you become so curious all of a sudden?” He quietly asks, touching around his hands over your bruise. 

You stood quiet and said, “I don’t know, I felt like you changed… And you don’t want my company anymore… I’m sure, she is pretty and nice to you. She has no idea what a gem you are, Jungkook.” You said, trying to look at him who was completely wasted now. 

“You were jealous? Weren’t you?” He stares right at me.

Your eyes widen at his sudden abrupt yet kind if true answer. 

“I-I-I…” You couldn’t help but stammer. 

You want me all to yourself. Right?” With every word he spoke, he was inching closer to me like never before. You had goosebumps all over your body. He had never crossed lines without context. This time, you felt jolts of thrill and nervousness running in your body.

“Jungkook, I-” before you could say a word, he was cupping your face and admiring you.

“Such a cute little thing you are, Y/N.” With these almost inaudible whispers of his, you felt his hot breath hovering above your lips, almost brushing it against yours. His eyes seemed to feel heavy and closing so lightly.

You felt even more enticed than you already where. There was a nip in the cold air, but his presence made it weirdly warm. You weren’t sure if it was alcohol or his touch that made your squirm to core. You lightly whisper his name and felt your eyes closing. He softly touches his rose petal like soft pink lips to yours and just as so, you melt. You didn’t waste time in grabbing his hair and holding him back in place. The movement seemed so natural, so effortless. it felt as if you both wanted it and it was finally happening. The need of feeling each other so close was finally there. He moved even closer to you, without disconnecting your lips. He was properly holding you now. His lips were dancing along yours, occasionally making his tongue run across your lower lips. You gently part your lips to give him a better access of your pretty little mouth. Both of your hearts were threatened to beat out of your chests.

You were so lost into kissing him deeply and passionately, that you forgot what had even happened. You were his roommate and here you were, making out with him. You couldn’t care less when all you needed was right in your arms, kissing you, holding you, making you feel wanted. You couldn’t ask for more. Even if this act was out of lost consciousness, you want to savior the taste of your desires. 

anonymous asked:

Checkov and Basorexia – An overwhelming desire to kiss.

Chekov + Basorexia – An overwhelming desire to kiss.

The night air is chilled and the music from the party is muted by the closed balcony doors. Chekov isn’t sure how he ended up out here, with you nonetheless, but he doesn’t mind. He’s honestly grateful for whatever led him to be in this situation, standing close so to you, arms occasionally brushing against each other.

You sipped your champagne, a sigh falling from your lips as you run your finger along the rim. He can see the stress in your eyes, but doesn’t know if he should comment on it. There’s a lull in the conversation of your rambling, too caught up in your mind to really pay attention to the conversation. Although while your mind is straining with anxiety, Chekov is thinking about how soft your lips look.

“Are you okay?” Chekov asks, placing down his drink, body turning to face you. You look up from your drink, mouthing a ‘no’.

“I-I don’t know if I’m ready to leave.” You explain, eyes drifting back to the party. Tomorrow you were leaving for your longest voyage yet, nine months at space and you are beyond petrified.


“We’re going to be gone for so long, I don’t know h–if I can handle this.” You admit, taking another sip of your drink. Chekov hums in response, not quite sure how to comfort you. He glances down at you glass, lipstick stained around the rim as you down the last of it. “Maybe I shouldn’t go.” You whisper, it’s more to yourself, although you know Chekov heard. He’s standing too close not to, but you don’t mind. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you know he’s trying to figure out what to say. You turn to tell him you’re fine, but your faces are closer than you thought. “I want you to come.” Chekov matches your tone, taking his bottom lip between his teeth to suppress urge to grab your face and press his lips against yours.

Your expression softens faintly, and Chekov thinks you look the prettiest like this. There’s a warmness in your eyes and a small smile tugging at your lips. You look calm and beautiful. You thank him, but he doesn’t hear you. All he can focus on is how much he wants to kiss you and how little self control he has left.

Fuck it. He’ll blame it on the alcohol if it goes south.

Chekov’s lips are on you instantaneously and you’re almost not sure how to react, and aren’t given anytime to as Chekov pulls away, eyes glinting with anxiety. He mutters something in Russian, an agitated hand running through his hair as he anxiously tugged on the ends. “I uh s-shouldn’t have done that, i-it was a mis–”

You caught off his rambling by practically throwing your body into his, arms wrapping around his neck as you kiss Chekov like it’s the last time you might. One of Chekov’s hands snake around your waist, pulling your even closer, while the other cradles your cheek. You both hear the shatter of you champagne glass, but are too caught up to care. When you pull away, you laugh at the lipstick smudged against his lips. Chekov laughs too, one of his hands tangling with yours as he mumbles, “Finally.”


‘Since Forever’ Nalufluffweek 2017: read on - ch 1   ch2   ch3   ch4   ch5   ch6   ch7   ch8   ch9  (don’t be afraid to leave reviews - the lifeblood of every writer ever)

Prompt: Memes. Success! Kind of. Confession articulated - and now to see if Lucy understands. Is she going to accept? Now, if Natsu can just stop rambling - that would be great. Lucy’s about to write herself a note giving herself permission to do whatever she wants - and right now, it’s to kiss Natsu silent. Win - win.

Lucy feared her heart would break free of her ribs. Had she ever felt so nervous before? Why was she standing still like this? Shouldn’t she say or do something?

“Lucy, this is something I never expected to find or even want - a person who means more to me than anything else.” Natsu nodded slowly, his chest rose and settled with a deep breath. “I want us to be more than friends. But if you don’t feel the same, I’d learn to accept it.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, swaying a bit side to side, eyes trained with intense focus on Lucy.

Aware Natsu was waiting for a response, Lucy gulped. She stared back at Natsu, the cold railing against her back at best a mild distraction. “Why’d you call me fat?” Aghast at the involuntary question, Lucy clapped her hands over her mouth.

“You still on that?” Natsu laughed. “How long ago was that? And I didn’t say you were fat - I said it was a good thing you weren’t too skinny! That costume on our last mission would never have fit you right if you were a bone-rack.” He pulled his hands free, dislodging Mira’s letter. It fell unnoticed at their feet. Natsu made an exaggerated hour-glass shape motion and then gave Lucy a wink and thumbs up sign.

“Too skinny?” Lucy felt colour rise higher on her cheeks. “So you don’t think I’m fat?”

“Even if you were - which you aren’t -” Natsu stepped close, breath tickling Lucy’s bare collar. “- I fell in love with the girl who wants to be a writer. A person who battles beside her spirits, who trusts deeply and has learned to forgive. My partner, who happens to have a brilliant mind. Lucy, I love you.”

Lucy felt like she and Natsu were in a suspended cocoon. This intimate moment was insulated from reality. Just inches away the real world threatened to intrude. The lights floating on the water continued to bob and spiral into new patterns. Lights across the harbour flickered on and off. Pockets of noise; conversations from other balconies in the hotel and music could be faintly heard. The stars watched in silence and the wind brought fresh scents of the sea.

Now that the moment was here - the moment Lucy had daydreamed about for untold years - she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know what to think, where to look. Didn’t know if she could trust her voice to work - was she going to laugh or cry? And in that desperate instant, Lucy cast her eyes down and spied the dislodged paper from Natsu’s pocket.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

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The hum of the music seemed distant from the balcony. The suave man stood quietly as he watched the people within the ball room speak quietly to one another in fancy clothes, sipping expensive champagne all while reminiscing about the good old days. He couldn’t help but smile at the awkwardness that encased the entire thing. It was the 10 year anniversary of the end of the Titans and someone had the bright idea of throwing a charity ball. Friends who hadn’t spoken in a decade were now forced to see one another, opening painful wounds that had healed long ago. Who knew that the family he once loved and cared for would become strangers, that he would have a hard time even talking without noticing their darting eyes and sideway stares. They all blamed him for their rocky end and well, when it came down to it, it really was his fault.

His eyes were caught by a flash of green. His vision followed the trail and he finally found her, the one he had really come to see. She stood beside and aged Cyborg as she smiled politely at the conversation. The green dress she wore hugged her curves in all the right places, leaving very little to his imagination. Her hair was like fire as it cascaded down her back in tight, perfect curls and he couldn’t help imagining how it would feel if he could run his hands through them one more time. She was perfect, more than that, she was magnificent.

He quickly gulped down the last of his gin, ignoring the burn as it forced its way down his throat. With the last of his courage he forced himself to near the door way, trying to imagine something to say that didn’t sound as pathetic as he felt. Once he neared the threshold he was forced to a stop as a rather tall changeling emerged from the crowd and took his place beside the beauty that had once been his. The green man’s arm extended as he pulled the woman close to him, planting a gentle kiss atop her forehead. She smiled, accepting his touch and leaning her weight into him with a lovers embrace.

This realization caused the onlooker to turn immediately, shaking his head as he made his way back to his previous perch. His hands bit into the railing with such force that he thought his fingers would break.  He felt his heart become a brick within him; the weight of what he had just seen tearing at his insides like a wild animal. She was taken, what in the world was he thinking.

Of course she was taken, a woman like that doesn’t say single for long, but why did it have to be the changeling? Why did they have to be so perfect for each other? For the love of God, why did he even come here? 

“It sure is something, huh Richard?”

His head perked up at the familiar voice. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was; after all she was always the one to find him in his most vulnerable state. The response to her question never made it past his tongue as she leaned against the railing beside him. Her long black gown swayed in the night air and he couldn’t help notice the lavender perfume that she wore. “Mind if I smoke?” She whispered gently. He only nodded, signaling the go-ahead for the empath.

She smirked as she pulled a cigarette from her purse and proceeded to light it. The faint ignition illuminated her face, exposing just how kind the years had been to her. He would have admitted that she was beautiful, but not in a gaudy way. She was the type of beautiful that would go unnoticed in a crowd, the type that would come second to the likes of her peers. That didn’t mean however that she couldn’t hold her own.

“Their married you know, got two kids at home.”

“I don’t know what you-“

“Oh please.” She retorted, snorting slightly as she shot him an all-knowing smile. He couldn’t help but return her smirk, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “Like I said, it sure is something.”

“Yeah, it is.” He replied softly, his response never making it above a whisper. “I would have never pictured those two together.”

“Time has a strange way of making a fool out of all of us.” She muttered, taking in a long drag of her death stick. 

He turned away from the lights of Jump city, instead facing the ongoing party just inside. His gaze followed hers to the handsome changeling who was now dancing effortlessly around the ballroom, his hand lightly gripping the small of Starfire’s back.  He slowly began to feel the regret that admitted steadily from the woman beside him. 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Not really.

“I’m sorry Rae.” He whispered, pretending not to notice the tears that escaped the strong empath’s grasp.

“I am too Dick. I really am.” The perfect couple contained to dance, unaware of the two scorned lovers that watched them with empty hearts. “It just sucks you know?”

“What does?” he replied, unable to peel his eyes from the beautiful alien that floated around the ballroom effortlessly.

Raven took in one final drag of her cigarette before whispering the truth that they both knew so well. “The one you love most isn’t always the one you spend your life with…and that sucks.”

Mornings and Matrimony (Logan/Wolverine x Reader) (3/3)

A/N: Sorry this took so long. Hope it was worth it! I added a link with my background music suggestion for the first dance scene. Totally optional. Enjoy the finale!

Needless to say, you and Logan do  not hold on to much ceremony or tradition. However, when Logan scoops you up to carry you over the threshold of Xavier’s School, no protest can be made. You kiss his rough jaw and breathe in the deep, familiar smell of him as he opens the front door.

Logan nearly drops you as you both jump at the surprise waiting within. Dozens of students and staff alike clap and cheer. You laugh, hiding your face in the crook of your husband’s neck. He looks thoroughly dumbstuck, which just makes the whole ordeal even funnier. It was a mystery who had organized the whole thing, but it was flawless. Homemade decorations hang from every balcony, actually good music playing, a sea of genuine smiles. There is an overall air of something long-awaited.

“Maybe,” you whisper, “we aren’t quite as spontaneous and unexpected as we think.”

“Maybe.” Logan puts you down.

Professor Xavier rolls over and shakes hands enthusiastically with the newlyweds.

“I hope you don’t mind the fuss too much. I took a quick look into your minds to make an estimate of your preferences. And frankly…a wedding reception is the sort of happy thing we could all use,” he says.

“It’s beautiful,” you say. You look at Logan, ready to elbow him into saying something nice. At it turns out, he needs no urging.

“You’re right. This is exactly what we need, Charles. Exactly what we all need.”

You love him for saying that. You love him for the strength of his armor and every chip in it. Love him for every sharp edge and every softer spot.

You look to Charles. “Professor, you’re the ringleader of this operation. Where should we start?”

“First dance!” cries out one of the students.

“Oh no,” says Logan at once. “I don’t think we need to–”

(Cue music at 2:01

He is interrupted by the sound of a sweet, romantic melody filtering through the room. Though you’ feeling equally uncomfortable with the idea, you can’t keep your hips from beginning to sway as the song works itself into a steady rhythm.

“Don’t be into this,” mutters Logan.

You kiss him on the cheek and whisper, “Come on. They’ll love it.”

“Is this even our wedding anymore?”

“Not really.”

He gives you a look, but doesn’t pull his hand away when you take it and begin to guide him into an easy waltz. It is hard to resist the double lure of the music and your eyes. His other hand goes to your waist, and yours to the crook of his neck. In the end, it can be agreed: there are worse things in this world than dancing at a party with someone you love.

If Heaven and Hell decide

That they both are satisfied

Illuminate the “no’s” on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you when your soul embarks,

I will follow you into the dark.

Somehow, the song ends all too quickly. Another takes its place, a livelier one, causing the makeshift dance floor to fill up. When the sea of celebration is thick enough to make an escape unnoticed, Logan pulls you aside.

“Listen,” he says, “I need to go take care of something in town.”

“Now?” you ask, incredulous.

“Yeah. It shouldn’t wait any longer. You go have fun. I’ll be right back.”

“Is everything okay?”

To reassure you, he takes one of your hands in his large one and brings it to his lips. “Nothing has ever been more okay, (Y/N). I promise.”

So you do as he suggests, dancing and talking and laughing your way to a pleasant exhaustion. Just as the party is beginning to fade, you notice Logan watching you from the doorframe, smiling. He gives you the “come here” gesture.

You follow him through the halls of the mansion and out into the courtyard.

“Sorry I had to duck out on ya,” he says, motioning to the seat next to him on a bench. “It was important.”

“That can mean a lot of things with you, Logan.”

“I don’t think it’s ever meant this, exactly.”

Before you can ask what he means, he pulls a tiny box out of his jacket pocket and hands it to you. Inside is a stunning silver wedding band, engraved like an antique but polished like new. When he slips the ring into your hand, it fits with your finger like two gears in a clock.

“You said you didn’t have a ring,” you say, looking at your husband with eyes that shine with awestruck tears.

“When I said that, I didn’t. It was at a shop getting resized. Won it off a guy in a cage match a few weeks ago and figured you’d wear it better.”

Overcome, you grab Logan around the middle and embrace him with all your strength.

“(Y/N). Easy, gorgeous, you’ll crush my lungs.” Even while saying this, he hugs you back.

Someday, there will come a Future. The Future might have gray hair or heartbreak of some other great flaw in the fates that caused your interception. But how fantastically irrelevant that feels.

La Vie en Rose

Newt has just moved into his New York apartment to take a break from adventuring, and to sit down and edit his manuscript. He soon finds that this will be a bit difficult, as his neighbour likes to play her records with the balcony door open.

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 855

Warnings: None

A/n: If you guys like this I may do a part 2!

Originally posted by boudoirduchaman

Newt sat down at the desk facing the big window of his new apartment. He let out a brief sigh as he uncapped a red pen, opening the notebook that contained the unheard stories and information on the wondrous beasts he had come to call family. He loved writing about them, truly, but when it came to editing he saw it as a (necessary) hassle. Just as the red ink started flowing onto the first page he found himself interrupted. He heard a piano’s notes, played in an array of a beautiful fluttering melody. Then trumpets. The creases in his forehead formed as he slowly stood from the desk and stepped towards his window, drawing the blinds apart and opening it. He squinted at the sudden light that lashed out at his unprepared eyes, trying to spot the source of the sound through the blazing glare.

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Infinity ; Jason Todd x Reader

Title: Infinity

Words: 1,487

Fandom: DC (BatFam)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: One of the characters is smoking and the other tries to stop it.

Warning/s: Kinda angsty??? And a few swear words??

Legend: Y/N - Your Name ; Y/E/C - Your Eye Colour


You found him, in the balcony, leaning on the railings.

    His back was to you but you knew he’s smoking. You can see the wisps of white wafting as he shakily exhales.

    “Jason,” you said, softly but loud enough for him to hear and notice the seriousness in your voice.

    Your heels clicked on the floor as you walked towards the guy who meant a lot to you. It was the only sound that could be heard in the vicinity; everyone else was left on the ballroom, dancing and having fun.

    The moon was almost hidden in the clouds tonight. It was a starless night which made the sky looked like an expanse spreading towards infinity.

    Jason took a breath of his nicotine induced stick once more, blatantly ignoring your presence.

    You took a few steps forward until your body was pressed to the railing and were beside him. He didn’t even spare you a glance despite of your physical closeness; smoking was the only thing in his mind at this moment. It seemed like even though you were side by side, you both were far apart. So close, yet so far.

    And that worried you.

    When you met him, he was a cloud of smoke- literally and figuratively. He was with his signature black leather jacket and jeans of the same colour. Sunglasses perched on top of the bridge of his nose- the lenses hiding his piercing blue eyes -and a fag in between his long fingers. His lips blew out the smoke and it clung on the air with a desperate hope of staying longer.

    He had stood behind the convenience store your aunt owns, releasing his sorrows through the fag. You found that way several times and you were intrigued by him. He always had a leather jacket on and usually a beanie adorned his head when the weather was cold. He would buy fags at the store with some other nick nacks and head to the parking lot. You would often find yourself staring through the small window at the Manager’s office to look at the man who eventually became someone special in your life although at first glance the people already close to you disapprove of him.

    The reason you liked him at first glance was the reason they disliked him.

    It was raining when you both actually interacted with each other for the first time. No, you quite remembered it wasn’t just normal, light rain. It was a full on heavy rain that pounded on windows and roofs. You swore it could’ve been a storm but none of the news stated that.

    You had been at the mall for a few hours to help a friend out with a dilemma. You were quite sure the unnamed mystery leather jacketed person then would not be there at the store since it was raining hard as fuck and you were past the time he commonly arrives there. So, the shock that ran through you was great when you almost ran over the guy you found attractive and appealing at the parking lot.

    “Goddamnit!” Jason had yelled. The cigarette he had been smoking on fell to the ground as he unexpectedly shouted. You could say that he was surprised too.

    As you immediately got out of the car, apologies rolled off your tongue. He definitely was handsome but he looked like someone you didn’t want to fight with. Your bodily strength was only used to lift up a book or open a bag of something that is food. It was seriously a joke. You couldn’t match with him. Plus, the good side of his was something you aspired to be on because you wanted to get close to him. He had been sparking up your curiosity for days already and you wanted to crack the mysterious aura of this man with a beige beanie protecting his black hair from the rain.

    “I didn’t get resurrected to be killed again… And by a fucking car no less,” he mumbled after accepting your 99th apology. That made you more interested in him, instead of brushing off that odd remark people would typically pass for something as an irrelevant comment.

    Later, after two weeks of meeting up in the parking lot of your aunt’s store, about twenty five bags of crisps, five bottles of Jack, and 16 packs of cigs (his, obviously), you learned Jason was his name and that he’s been smoking since he was nineteen. He had an addiction that started because of his attempt to escape the desolation his life brings him due to reasons he said that were too messy to be untangled and understood.

    He told you he wanted to stop but felt like couldn’t because it was his release.

    “I smoke to forget the sadness and anger,” he had claimed which means he felt this negative emotions everyday because his smoking a daily habit.

    He stopped smoking when you both became close friends. You distracted him with your talks about Nirvana and their front man Kurt Cobain, dragging him to video game shops, discussing about a certain book that the two of you enjoyed and going restaurant hopping to buy loads of food. They were measly attempts but for some reason, it worked.

    He went from smoking a pack a day to none at all.

    Seven months and two weeks of not lighting one stick and he relapsed today. Out of all the days, the relapse happened today. Bruce would not be happy.

    He let out another shaky exhalation of smoke.

    You placed your hand on his forearm before facing him.

    “Jay, stop it.” You said to him. You received no response but only wisps of smoke.

    “Please, Jay… It’s almost eight months. Jason- you’ve been doing so well,” you pleaded. In those months where you spent time together, you developed feelings for him. It’s pathetic because he has enough burdens to carry and you did not need to add more confusion. Maybe your steady friendship was fine and perfect just the way it is. It would be something constant in the ever changing world of his.

    It’s saddening to see him stress and relapse.

    “Look, at me.”

    He turned his head to you, still leaning on the railings, finally some getting response from Jason.

    Jazz music from the party was heard even from here outside the balcony.

    “Old habits die hard, Y/N” he calmly stated before discarding his finished stick and whipping out a whole pack from his pocket.

    “Don’t do this. I thought you were happy now. I thought you were okay, Jay. Please, stop wallowing in your sorrow. I’m here. Talk to me.” You pleaded to Jason. Your whole body was turned to him and you were staring at his figure.


    His black hair framed his face so well and the little white streak added a depth of something mystifying. The blue eyes of his expressed thousands of emotions and buried secrets. Soft, pink lips that you found yourself looking at for a long period of time that is considered to be not the norm was pouted a bit at the moment as he an internal conflict with himself.

    He dipped his head down. He stared at the fags he had while you stared at him. You saw him making a move to light up one stick.

    This had to stop. You can’t let him be a slave to his emotions and what his past is doing to him. He deserves a life with no demons torturing him.

    He was an angel.

    Jason Peter Todd was a rare wingless angel that deserves goodness and happiness.

    Contemplating a minute or two on the fag or not, he decided to light it and get more nicotine in his system. He raised his hand to light the stick. You had to think quick.

    You need him to not smoke another stick or he’ll get back to finishing a pack a day. Or possibly even more than that considering what was going on with the present times.

    His fingers moved to the little wheel at the lighter to spark up a flame when you gingerly picked his fag and threw it.

    “What the-?” He started to say, fingers itching away from the tiny wheel of the thin lighter.

    You slipped your finger under his chin and forced him to look up so your eyes will meet. Blue eyes met with Y/E/C ones.

    ‘A girl shouldn’t be doing this but fuck it.’ You thought. You desperately needed him to know someone cares and loves him genuinely and wholeheartedly.

    You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. Fearing rejection, you moved away but only to pulled back by Jason and kissed you back deeply than before.

    You heard a thud of the pack falling to the ground and smiled into the kiss knowing it wasn’t only that pack of fags falling tonight.


Note: My first reader insert!! I hope this wasn’t too blah and et cetera. This is also the first time I wrote Jason Todd so I profusely apologise if there are any out of character-ness and mistakes in him. I am hoping to write more in my blog especially about our well loved Jaybird.

-Mika the Fangirl x

LOT/CC fic: Just One Night (ch. 6 of 6)

When Team Legends returns to Central City for Barry and Iris’ wedding, Sara jumps at a chance to do something, anything, else.

She doesn’t even remotely suspect where that decision will lead her. (Or to whom.)

And done! Can also be read here at AO3 and here at Many thanks to @larielromeniel​.

“So, you wanna dance, Leonard?”

Leonard looks back at her, and after a moment, the surprised expression is replaced by a familiar spark, a more familiar smirk…and an unfamiliar answer.

“Why not?” he drawls, taking a step forward and holding out a hand to her. “Been waiting long enough.”

You say you’ve cried a thousand rivers
And now you’re swimming for the shore

The Leonard she’d just met back when she’d first asked that question would never have pulled her as close as this one now does, would never have allowed their bodies to fit together as well as they do now, or put his arms around her almost possessively. For her part, Sara runs her hands along his back before she arranges her arms around his shoulders, there in the darkness of the balcony, music rising from below where the other heroes dance in the light.

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the worst witch movie (1986)

many are familiar with the worst witch tv and book series, but let’s reflect on the 80s movie for a moment as it was simply a masterpiece

I’ve lost my VHS copy tragically, but youtube has my back

we begin with this:

  • even if you’ve never seen tim curry’s standout halloween song you already know you’re going to be in for a treat with these special effects just from those clouds
  • the first person we see is miss hardbroom and you can’t help but be instantly impressed by this:
  • both her eyeliner and cheekbones could kill a man and I firmly believe that she’s done it before and would do it again because she just would

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