this blog has been getting a bit more personal than i would like for it to be

In an ideal world I would have written this post yesterday, but I’m afraid my schedule just didn’t allow it.

I’ve continued to receive a lot of asks about the drama from the other day, so I’ve complied a bit of a FAQ under the cut.



The blogger you were attacking never said any of what you’re claiming she said!

Hello friends, I would invite you to improve your reading comprehension, because I literally never made ANY claim about any blog saying anything at all.

I responded to an anon I got, asking my opinion about a terrible TERRIBLE idea and went on a rant about it. I said phrase that went on to cause a tremendous shitstorm (though frankly I still don’t know why), “don’t be a cunt”.  I made a few other posts, because I was ANGRY at the fucking entitlement and stupidity of an idea like that, and answered another ask, making it clear I was talking about the anons doing the rounds, and that I had no idea which blog was supposedly saying what. Then I went and had a highly ineffective rage-shower.

During my rage-shower, I was inundated with messages claiming that a particular blog, the one you’re referring to, was the source of the boycott, and was encouraging other people not to buy Harry’s album. I went to her blog and found absolutely nothing of the sort. What I saw was her answering a series of anons saying about people saying they weren’t going to buy the album, and her answering that people should do what they’re comfortable with.

What I ALSO saw was saw her flipping her shit at me in response to my posts, about my anger, my choice of word, and the way I was apparently telling people how to spend their money, and ~enforcing consumerism~. What I don’t particularly understand is why, knowing that she wasn’t encouraging a boycott, she thought my posts about people who were planning a boycott were about her, when obviously they weren’t. She was particularly upset that I was apparently personally calling her a cunt. Which again, I wasn’t. I was raging at a terrible idea, not at an individual, and anyone who actually read my blog as this was happening would have seen that.

I continued to get anons saying that I was targetting her, and telling me to apologise, because she hadn’t said what I said they were saying - I even replied to another ask saying again that it wasn’t about her, and that I had been responding to the barrage of anons that I was seeing across multiple blogs, but that having seen her response to me, now I was pretty annoyed at her.

My inbox continued to explode, it was 3:30am, I went to bed. Things continued to get messy.

It’s a real pity she now has me blocked, because I went to write her a chat message yesterday clarifying that that I absolutely was not calling her a cunt in those posts, and to say that I could see that she was dealing with as many idiots with failing reading comprehension as I was, and to apologise that some arseholes had been taking on themselves to send her anon hate on my behalf. It’s a shame I can’t do that now, especially because we used to be mutuals. 


There wasn’t even a boycott planned, it was just anons running from blog to blog, causing chaos. You overreacted to something that doesn’t exist!

Firstly a reminder that I was very clear that I was specifically replying about the anons that were going around. Secondly, we’ve all seen the way that ideas, both good and bad, spread very VERY quickly through this fandom. In a very sad way, it doesn’t actually matter what the original message was, or was intended to be, because it’s the way it’s interpreted and the way that interpretation echoes through the fandom that really makes an impact. 

No, it wasn’t a formal boycott with an official blog and a twitter hashtag… because it was still only a new idea. If left unaddressed, I’m pretty certain it wouldn’t have taken long for the “Support Louis and End Babygate by Boycotting Harry Styles’ Album" bullshit to snowball into actual fandom chaos. (Granted, I didn’t think opposing it would have caused the fucking meltdown that followed, but still.)

I think it’s important to take a loud stance against an outrageously terrible formative idea, the second it rears its ugly head, because prevention is better than cure, and I’m going to keep doing that. If you don’t like that about me, or have a completely different view of what is or isn’t a bad idea that deserves shouting down, then you’re more than welcome to unfollow, I’m not holding anyone here against their will. 


You shouldn’t have used a misogynistic slur!

Some of you are spectacularly upset by my use of the word “cunt.”  To you, I say “whatever man, it’s just a word.” It’s a swear word NOT a slur. It’s a fucking BODY PART, it can’t be a slur. I have one, some of you have one, whatever. I could have used literally any other swear word and it would have had the same meaning and purpose. I might have said “fucking idiot”, or “ridiculous twat”, or “tremendous dickhead”, or “unstoppable moron”, or “sad waste of carbon”, or literally any other word or phrase designed to make the point of “terrible idea is terrible and anyone who encourages this terrible idea is also terrible.”

If you’re fixated on the word “cunt” more than you are upset at the idea that some people (and again, by that I mean some anons) were trying to peddle around the idea that we should punish Harry for a situation that he’s already suffering through, then quite frankly, you’re just cherry-picking shit to be offended about and WILDLY missing the point, and I don’t have any wish to associate with you.


You can’t tell people what do to with their money!

You’re right. You’re welcome to do whatever you want with your own money, I can’t spend it for you. But here’s the thing:

If you weren’t ever planning on buying Harry’s album because his music isn’t to your taste, or he’s never been one of your favourites, that’s completely fine. You do you, I probs won’t buy Niall or Liam’s albums and I definitely didn’t buy Zayn’s. You are not obligated to support all of the members of One Direction equally, that’s not what being a fan is about.

If you weren’t planning on buying Harry’s album because you’ve been disengaged with the fandom and it doesn’t bring you any joy any more, that’s completely fine. You don’t have to stay at the party if you’re not having fun, and no one is asking you to.

If you weren’t planning on buying Harry’s album because your financial situation doesn’t allow it, that’s completely fine. Obviously real world stuff like food and rent are more important that paying for music that you can’t afford right now, and if you want to support the album, there are still ways you can be involved that don’t cost money, like streaming, tweeting radio stations, and spreading awareness on your blog.

If you weren’t planning on buying Harry’s album because you want to boycott Sony because of the historically shit things that they’ve done then that’s fine… as long as you’re legitimately boycotting EVERY SINGLE Sony artist (and there are a lot of them), and not just Harry. I also hope you then start doing your research, because all music labels have been and will continue to be, terrible to their artists in favour of profit margins. There’s no such thing as a Fairtrade music record label, so if this is your stance, then I hope you’re prepared to almost exclusively listen to unsigned artists for the duration of your niche stubborness.

If you like Harry and his music, but you’re not going to buy his album in order to somehow ~force~ the people running babygate to end it, then I’m sorry, but you’re a fucking idiot. Harry is more affected by babygate than you, as a fan and an outsider, ever will be. Louis is his partner of nearly 7 years, and they go through everything together. Babygate might have targetted Louis, but because they are support system, they’re BOTH suffering through it.

To shun Harry’s creative imput, the album he’s said he’s worked really hard on, that he’s immensely proud of, that he feels represents himself and the things he’s never said before, because babygate hasn’t ended yet is to punish Harry for the specifics of his and his partner’s forcible closeting. Boycotting Harry to end babygate is like fucking to support abstinence and if this is your plan then you’re an dipshit. Don’t be a fucking dipshit.


You’re right, I sent that blogger an ask telling them they’re being a cunt.

Don’t. Fucking. Do that.

Aside from the topics covered in “The blogger you were attacking never said any of what you’re claiming she said!”, never EVER send bullying messages to someone on my behalf. NEVER use my words to attack someone and actually read what someone has actually said before you accuse them of a thing.

If you don’t like what someone is saying on their blog, unfollow. If you don’t follow someone, then why are you bothered by what they’re saying?  Don’t @ people, and don’t send poisonous anon messages to people. Literally what the fuck is wrong with you?


You’re not a nice person

Things I claim to be: outspoken, passionate, sometimes generous, loud, intelligent, obnoxious, witty (but significantly too pleased with myself about it), unbearable

Things I have never once in my life claimed to be: nice


You’re a cunt

You’re welcome to dislike me, but again, you’re not going to offend me by your use of that word, because it’s just a word. I mean, I’m still going to block you, for being the sort of person who sends anon hate, but please be aware that you don’t have the capacity to hurt my feelings.

anonymous asked:

Hi, 7goodangel. I am here to ask you about PaperJam as a shy, smol and innocent being (mainly thegreatrouge made him be). There has been some conflicts regarding his trait. Some said his canonical personality is a jerk, like what you wrote in his bio / info and some said that is severely wrong and being shy, (which made him shipped with Fresh), is his canonical personality. What are your thoughts about this? I mean, it is your character and people are taking control of it. Don't you disagree?

Well… I have talked to people and seen public conversations and this has happened several times to me over months. I guess I’ve gotten a little numb to it now… or maybe it’s due to school that I haven’t given it the attention that it deserves. Probably due to school. 

I just can’t update constantly like others - even though some others in school were and are able to update constantly. I can’t keep going around and holding up my bio of PJ and police people. It’s exhausting to me… it really takes up the small bit of free time I have. 

I think after I get a solid job that I’ll be able to go around better… but anyway - back to your question. 


While I love seeing interpretations and do not want people to be limited by something and have their imaginations go forth… it’s proving that a huge con comes with that mentality - which you have pointed out. A lot of people swear that PJ is the cute, innocent interpretation that really, did get PJ popular in the first place. While I did have him as a jerk from the beginning - I kinda kept that info to my RP blog - so you could say it is my fault this is all happening and I do think that. I could of done something to make it not as bad as it is now… 

It’s just like the NSFW stuff… people just assume the first thing and run with it. And it really does make me feel like I really am not needed for my own character at points. 

It’s a struggle - I don’t want to have people stop interpreting PJ within AUs… but I also don’t want people to just see him as an innocent child to ship with Fresh. 

And I’m still trying to find the best solution to it. 

But… I feel like the damage is already done. It’s too late for me to talk to all of these people going around swearing on their life that PJ is canoncally like Rouge’s interpretation/AUs. It feels like an hopeless battle to me. 

And I guess I needed someone to ask me this question so then I can fully say my thoughts on this. 

So in short, while I love creativity and don’t want to snuff it out (considering some people would probably think I’m doing that already with saying “No Sin”), I still don’t like it. It irritates me, irks me, frustrates me, and I feel like even as the person who thought of PJ in the first place, my voice isn’t enough. Communities seem like they don’t care about artists unless they reach a ‘certain goal of popularity’ or seem like they have a more professional style of art. I know I do not reach either of those titles. 

People misspell my username all the time - I actually claimed ‘7goodangle’ on tumblr for that reason.

People still say “I’m too lazy to find who made PJ” when they clearly mentioned they looked at the bio on the wiki. 

People still go around arguing others on the canon ship of OmniPJ and swearing that FreshPaper is the true canon ship, when all people are pointing out is that they need to keep the canon ship in mind when going around with information.

Even just basic personality traits… and these things are happening on sites that I do not nor want an account for. 

I still want others to have fun - to be happy; but I don’t know… I guess I’m cutting out my own happiness to get everyone else happy? I want to eventually write a version of PJ within his own universe and story… and he is more like the version I created within the UT verse. Not exact - but close. Though who knows… I might shove PJ to the side and replace his role with another character. I’m still weighing options.

Cause PJ was the first character I ever put this much time and thought into… my first character that was balanced, well rounded…

And what happens?

…well.

You said it Anon. 

They took it - changed it (initially as an AU but now people think it’s canon) - and I can’t do much about it. Due to school and not much free-time… due to how many don’t know the true creator… and just back talking anyone who is just mentioning it to people who swear by it. 

As an artist and a character designer…

It makes me not want to show designs, characters, and stories ever again online.

Considering if this is how I was treated on the first one… why even take a chance at a second one? If it has brought me so much stress, frustration, and time… why even try it again?

I said I was only going to do fanart so if anyone stole it, it didn’t really matter. 
I think I should have stuck with that thought process. 

In conclusion, there are some major things to take away here. First – that yes, I do not like how it has skewed this far to the point of arguing over a fandom version with the canon. Canon is canon and I get the different AUs – this is too far. Way too far. I am emotionally drained from this – from this whole mess that I have been defending throughout majority of PJ’s lifespan. I will state this – Paper Jam is my character. He is my original character that I created more than a year ago. And the UT AU fandom took my character and warped him to something he is not and all of his original meaning is lost. I do not like to hurt others or make other sad – but I must put my foot fully down. This miscommunication needs to stop. I am tired of repeating things over and over and I have past my breaking point time and time again. I just want people to see PJ how he really is… and I wish that people could be focusing more on the reality of him instead of the alternate that they all claim as truth.

Final words: I still like Undertale – I still like creating characters and having fun – but the Undertale AU fandom is ridiculous now. The Amino UT community is insanity in an app, and there is a lot of stuff that has made many artists and creators to their breaking point and leaving the fandom entirely. Everyone in this fandom needs to take ten steps back and look at what they are doing. Go back to the game. Play it again – watch your favorite let’s player’s videos of it again. 

And just… food for thought… please don’t jump the gun on someone else’s OC’s personality and actions. 

I do not want anyone to experience what I had.

Introducing TD and Chastity Play, What i did wrong......

To me FLR has SO many different angles and when introducing your partner its important to be careful. See where as i took my time, slowly introduced more and more bits into it before eventually plucking up the courage to put the cage on and show her, i still made some real big mistakes.

See my wife is not a Domme, i dont really want to know about her previous life before me but im kinda guessing im the first person that really wants to explore all these roads and possibility with her. I originally made this Blog to share things i found sexy in some way shape or form with her and looking back now i should have kept it more Vanilla and slowly introduced my interest in things like pegging. See you follow all these people then one day they reblog some Sissy stuff, some Anal Torture, Some Ball Busting. From my wife’s perspective she probably sees that and thinks FUCKING HELL.

The reason i am writing this is because somethings have been lost in translation, see she was under the impression that i wanted to become her bitch, a groveling sissy whore who wanted to wear her clothes and make up and suck strapons all day long. Now if that’s your thing im all for it but that wasn’t what i wanted.  

I came across chastity play and tease and denial play a while back, i have always been aware of bondage and always had a thing for tying or being tied up sexually. I saw it as a fun way for a male and female to have a laugh, be intimate and grow together as a couple. As much as i love her Locking me up, tying me up, teasing me and laughing as i quiver on the bed in a desperate need to cum only to deny me for another day i also would love to do the same for her. Its about exploring each others bodies, each others fantasies.

Its only fun for me if its fun for her, if she wants to lock me for a day, a week, a month or a year ill play the game as long as she finds it exiting and gets a kick out of it. If she doesn’t want it its just not going to work. But don’t give up that easily pick it up and put it down, its keeps it exiting. After a chat with my wife in the week she said she likes the cage but doesn’t want a bitch of a husband, so i explained the above and below to her and now i think it makes sense.

I am writing this because i get lots of messages from people asking how did i break the news? how did i get her on board? Truth is we are still working on it, still exploring it. I haven’t been in the cage for months, as real life is more important. This morning after our chats and fun this week i put it on.

I guess im very lucky to have such an amazing wife, i put it on gave her the keys and she smiled. That’s all i wanted. She is one of a kind, trusting and fucking gorgeous.

For anyone out there toying with this i hope this has helped, below are few images i have stolen from others. I hope they don’t mind. Good Luck and go have some fun.

I love making her moan, and its true i work harder when my dick is locked up and im working to earn a release, its common knowledge you put more effort into thngs if your getting something in return. (Or at least you think you are) 

Then there is this, after a night of teasing and a great time she didnt let you cum, your going to wake up in the morning and WANT to do this for her because your still super horny. You know your not going get to cum but pleasing her is at least some sexual activity.

Then on the other hand there is nothing sexier than doing the same to her, make her feel how you feel, i remember once back in the early days i edged my wife and then just turned the wand off and said nah, night night. She was mortified, grabbing my cock, trying her hardest to get me to fuck her. In the morning she woke up horny and we fucked. But it can work both ways.

This is also one that i agree with, the lust i have towards her, the want to constantly touch her, to kiss her its just amazing. Then once you cum its takes a good few days to get that back. Its the strongest drug i have ever felt and its awesome. 

I love it when she feels sexy the sexier she feels the more she glows the better the experience. 

Turn it into a game, a guessing game and have fun with it.

Tease him, if he is anything like me he will enjoy it.

But most importantly talk about it, discuss it find out what you both want from it and just have fun.

I guarantee it will bring you closer together. 

cvvtx  asked:

Hi! This is really random but I bumped into one of your posts and I've ALWAYS been interested in witchcraft since I was really young. Recently I keep thinking about it and stuff but idk where to begin. I was wondering if you could tell me?:)

Sure, I’ll try my best! I do have a beginner tag where you can find this original post, but I’m going to copy and paste the majority of it for the purpose of this ask.

“I’m going to start off with three things you should consider before deciding to be a witch. These are not necessary, but are suggestions.

One - What is your primary goal or what you want to achieve from becoming a witch? If you are just interested in it for the aesthetic, or because you think it will make you look cool, I would reconsider the reason behind your interest. This isn’t to say that people haven’t come to witchcraft this way and have been successful, but it may take you longer to grow into. Something else to consider is that having this identity can be dangerous depending on your location and situation. Those that dress as witches for the aesthetic are probably not trying to be harmful, but can sometimes cause a false sense of belonging to those that are practicing witches. (I asked a girl once if she was a witch because she wore a pentacle and I was looking for a local friend and she laughed at me.) Being a witch is often lonely and kept as a personal identification.

Two - Witchcraft can be happy and sunshine and rainbows, but at it’s base it is not something to laugh about. Witchcraft is about using the world around you and bending it to your will. That is a huge responsibility to have on your shoulders, as what you do can often affect others around you, whether you mean it or not. You have to be able to accept that witchcraft means work, responsibility and dedication. It is not a toy.

Three - Not everything you see is up for grabs when it comes to magical practices. There is (yes, there is) such a thing as Cultural Appropriation and it is a harmful thing to spread and practice. I’ll leave you more information on this later, but the point is that not all practices and paths are open for you to explore. You need to be able to look at everything objectively and do research and ask questions. Where does this practice come from? Who started it? What culture is it from? More often than not, when you engage in these types of practices, you are not even getting the original information. Why would you want to so something that is just a half-assed version? It’s disrespectful and harmful to the actual, living people of color (POC) that still practice the original forms of magic or ideology that so easily gets passed off as “ancient and mystical” when it is really just a white-washed version.

Some other tidbits to keep in mind.

Magic is not black and/or white. It is a neutral force that you bend to your intentions. Calling “good” magic white, and “bad” magic black only propagates racial inequality and the subliminal message that POC are evil.

You don’t have to be Wiccan to be a witch. Wicca is a religion/cult/practice where members worship the god and goddess, revere nature and often use magic in order to supplement worship. They follow The Rede and the Three-Fold Law. Most of what you will see on Tumblr is actually Neo-Wicca, which does not require a practitioner to be initiated into a group by way of a Priestess or otherwise. Wicca is an initiatory cult. Neo-Wicca is based off of Wiccan teachings, and often allows the practitioner to be solitary.

You can follow a religion (any) or you can not follow a religion. Witchcraft can be viewed as a religion on its own, but generally speaking it is a practice that can be blended with religion or not.

Witchcraft does not equal Satanism - as Satanism has many forms and ideologies it branches to as well, some not even involving magic.

You don’t have to be pagan or worship any deities to be a witch.

You don’t need to be white to be a witch. (I’ve been asked this!!!)

You don’t need to be straight to be a witch.

You don’t need to be able-bodied to be a witch.

You don’t need crystals.

You don’t need fancy tools.

You don’t need to read Tarot.

You don’t need an Ouija board.

You don’t need to communicate with spirits.

You don’t need a familiar.

You don’t have a spirit animal unless you are Native American and studying in a tribe. (Please read this post)

Smudging is also NA, see above. Please refer to it as smoke cleansing.

You can curse.

You can choose not to curse.

You don’t have to practice every day.

You can take extended breaks.

You don’t even have to call yourself a witch! Witch is a gender neutral term, but some feel uncomfortable using it because of its feminine history. You could use Wix, sorcerer(ess), magician, practitioner, cunning man/woman, etc. You don’t even need a title at all.

You don’t need a magical name unless you want one.

I’m sure I’m forgetting something along the way, but the bottom line is that whatever you choose to do, you are valid. All you need is yourself and the drive to learn and practice, whatever that may mean to you. There is no right or wrong way to be a witch, unless you are doing something that is harmful to oppressed cultures and people.”

Reading Material

Mostly, I’ll be using my tags for this, so that you can peruse as you wish!

Beginner Witch Masterpost - via @magic-for-the-masses

Witchy Masterposts - everything you’ll ever need, especially for beginner ideas like energy work and visualization.

Types of Witches Masterpost - to help you narrow down your focus on your path if you feel necessary!

Cultural Appropriation in Witchcraft - can get a bit heated, so take that into consideration.

Deities - offerings and masterposts of pantheons

Witch Tips - beginner friendly tips

Spoonie Witchcraft - beginner friendly and good for low energy work

Books - PDFs and book references for purchase

Astrology - fun stuff mostly and some informational posts

Herbs - associations and precautions

Tea - witchy essential

Coffee - also a witchy essential

Bath Magic - beginner friendly

Sigils - low energy and beginner friendly

Crystals - lots of pictures, some informational posts and precautions.

Curses - if you dare

Kitchen Witchcraft

Moon Magic

Storm Witchcraft

Tarot Tips - side blog

Other Divination

Anything else you are welcome to search on my blog by typing in torque-witch.tumblr.com/search/(enter word here) or you can visit my FAQ for more information.

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Some of these blogs do overlap with witchcraft and divination, but these are people I follow and respect. If you have any questions please feel free to send me and ask or message me! That goes for anyone :)

If I Had A Star (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 9,636 (YIKES)

Warnings: swears, little nsfw

Authors Note: I KNOW ITS LONG BUT I PROMISE YOU ITLL BE WELL WORTH IT. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT!!! IM YELLING IM SO HAPPY I FINISHED THIS!!!! 

Summary: a series of short stories to your forever. 

(each bolded word starts a new short story, the horizontal lines also divide each story.)

Dedicated to:

@hamilton-noodles Jo is a blessing to this earth. THE MOST eloquent person I have ever come across. I personally give this story to her, and all the stars in the sky. I want to publicly thank her for being one of the best people I have ever met (PERIOD) I love her so much and she is my bestest of the best friends. 

@adolescenthowell RACHAEL was my first friend on this blog and I want to thank her for reading my shit, facetiming me when I need motivation to write, and most importantly sticking by me. She is so talented and I love her. 

@fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines Sophie is the kindest human being alive. I want to give her all my thanks for proof reading for me. She is an amazing human being and so so out of this world talented. Love ya girl!

@whatdimissmotherfuckers Ruby for being such an adorable little bean. She’s the most giving yet still sassy person ever and I admire her self confidence. I hope you keep doing you babe. Her art and writing is the BESTEST. AND I ALSO LOVE HER DEARLY.

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Masterlist


If life had worked out perfectly; you would have never met him. You took the wrong train going downtown. Stupid, you knew, but being a first time New Yorker was hard. You wandered the streets aimlessly until you found a subway station late at night, hoping and praying you’d be able to find your way back home, your phone having died hours ago. You sat on a bench tapping your foot anxiously waiting for your train going up when a subway car rattled its way to your station. You were passing the doors when you saw a man runselfning down the length of the aisles in the subway car, singing loudly with a pair of headphones on. He didn’t notice you immediately, but when his eyes finally fell on you he practically tore off his headphones and stopped dead in his tracks. You gave him an awkward smile before he blushed red and returned one.

“Can you help me with directions?”

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Justice League, Meet The Avengers

Batsy has created a chatroom.

Batsy has added Alfredo Pasta.

Batsy: Alfred.

Alfredo Pasta: Yes, Master Bruce?

Batsy: Was it Barry or Oliver this time?

Alfredo Pasta: It was the young speedster, Master Bruce.

Batsy has added Bear.

Batsy: Stop. Changing. Our. Names.

Bear: Alfredo Pasta, you snitched on me?

Alfredo Pasta: No regrets, son.

Alfredo Pasta: Was there something you needed, Master Bruce?

Batsy: I want to know the current status of the rest of the league.

Alfredo Pasta: Inviting them over for dinner? I shall prepare the table.

Batsy: No - a meeting that involves food, Alfred!

Bear: Ooooh are we having Lobster Thermidor? Arthur won’t like that.

Bear: I’ll be back in a… Flash. Gotta take care of my good pal Captain Cold.

Bear has left the chat.

Alfredo Pasta: It seems all members of the JLA are currently preoccupied.

Batsy: Even Clark? What could Arthur be doing? And Diana?

Alfredo Pasta: Saving the world, of course.

Alfredo Pasta: Except for Arthur. He’s at an aquarium.

Batsy: Are there any criminals out?

Alfredo Pasta: I’m afraid not, Master Bruce. Master Dick has done an exceptional job of keeping them at bay.

Batsy:

Batsy: What’s the Joker up to?

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anonymous asked:

Well, this is kinda angsty, but can I request a scenario where zen & mc are together and in the last rfa party zen slept with jaehee and after a few days jaehee couldn't deal with the blame and told mc in front of all rfa but MC pretended not to believe her (andthenrfa*cof*saeran*cof*tryingtocomforther). This is ridiculously specific, i know lolol but feel free if you don't want to do it, it's okay, or if you want to change anything just do it 😅 I love love love your blog and your writing ❤❤❤❤❤

Ok so this post actually ended up being realllly long and I don’t know how to do the ‘read more’ thing so I’m really sorry to anyone trying to scroll by
Oops 

And I’m so glad you like my writing, and I’m also really glad I got this request because at first I wasn’t sure how to write it (I basically ended up writing a fanfiction using bullet points haha oops) but I had a lot of fun doing it.

Disclaimer: I don’t think Zen would ever cheat and I actually don’t think Jaehee has any romantic feelings for him, just admiring adoration.

And I know you said I could change things
but it’s rlly angsty 
and I’m an angst monster and I kinda love it sooo i’m gonna keep it exactly how you wrote it  

let’s do it

  • Zen had always been flirty with you
  • And at some point..you had started flirting back
  • And soon it was more than flirting and you found yourself head over heels for each other
  • Constant phone calls too each other where you’d gush over how you wished you could see each other
  • Good morning and Goodnight texts
  • The occasional shameless flirt in the public chat
  • Once you two met at the first RFA party it was like a scene from a Disney movie, you two all but ran to each other and he swung you around once he snagged you in a tight embrace
  • Looking into his eyes you swore this could be love
  • He did too.
  • He really did swear he was in love with you
  • You were everything he had hoped and more
  • You were the person that woke him up everyday and put a smile on his face, you were the person that he thought of when love songs came on the radio, when he was on stage you were his muse, when he lay down to sleep at night you were the final thought in his head, and the first one in his dreams.
  • The next RFA party was a few months after you two had first met in person, only a couple months into your very happy relationship
  • You two had spent the first half of the night joined at the hip, happily enjoying each other’s company.
  • But somewhere throughout the nights timeline you both got distracted by separate guests and acquaintances and wandered away from each other.
  • Zen started drinking. Whoever he was talking to kept egging him on and the two of them were having a good ole time, which is rare for Zen in these occasions because the guests are usually upper class aristocrats like Jumin or if they are there for Zen, it’s as fans instead of friends
  • So he thought he’d treat himself
  • It got to be a bit much
  • The other guests were starting to notice and Jumin was not going to have the press covering Zen’s drunken gusto at an RFA event
  • “Assistant Kang,” Jumin sauntered over to Jaehee while keeping his eyes on Zen. “please escort Hyun to the back where he can cool down, out of the cameras’ lines of sight.”
  • “Of course, Mr. Han” And Jaehee was off. She was relieved that she had an excuse to get Zen out of the room, she too recognized the bad press that could follow this event but felt she hadn’t had the authority to tell Zen otherwise
  • But under the guise of Jumin’s will, she was able to convince Zen to head to the back so ‘Jumin wouldn’t bitch’ (in the words of the actor).
  • Soon it was just the two of them in the back room, Jaehee giving Zen water as he yanked at his shirt collar, complaining it was hot.
  • In his drunken shenanigens he managed to undo all his buttons at some point while Jaehee was getting more water, so she came back to shirtless Zen.
  • Zen knew those eyes.
  • As the assistant stared at his pectorals with a slight blush on her cheeks, he looked into her eyes and saw something
  • Adoration. Admiration. Want.
  • She wanted him.
  • Somewhere, deep in his psyche, behind the pseudo narcissist wall, 10 year old Hyun Ryu craved the attention. The positive attention his mom said he’d never get
  • He had you
  • But in that moment he had Jaehee too, and he couldn’t turn that down
  • Jaehee doesn’t even know how it initiated, she just recalls Zen pressing her against the wall and kissing her with a passion she’s never felt before.
  • His hands undoing the buttons of her shirt
  • His lips whispering praises of how she was not only successful, but also beautiful. And so sweet. And smart. And-
  • She almost cried. Someone as talented as Zen saw something so great in someone as plain as her? Impossible.
  • But he kept assuring her, and touching her, and loving her
  • Loving her the way he should have been loving you
  • The guilt hit her, but she watched it disappear as ecstasy took over
  • Zen passed out once they were both finished, pants undone and shirt wide open, but eyes closed and soft breaths flying in and out of his lips
  • Jaehee was wide awake though.
  • She was leaning against the wall, clothes messily pulled back on and tears threatening her eyes
  • The guilt was back and it felt like the weight of the world’s biggest mistake was sitting on her shoulders
  • She put her hands over her mouth as she stared at Zen, and she started crying when she thought of you.
  • “What have I done?”
  •  
  • After every party, the RFA gets together a few days later to go over logistics. What worked, what didn’t, who came, how to convince more people to come, etc
  • Jaehee’s heart dropped as you and Zen walked in together, a bright smile on your face, a blank slate on his.
  • No not blank
  • When Jaehee met his crimson eyes she saw it, the same thing he probably saw in her eyes: Guilt. Remorse. Regret.
  • She could barely stomach the feel as you greeted her and hugged her
  • “Jaehee! Good to see you! I feel like we didn’t get to talk much at the party thanks to someone making a little scene” As you pulled away you playfully rolled your eyes towards Zen. 
  • He just gave a nervous chuckle
  • Jaehee opened her mouth, ready to spill her guts, only to find it was dry as cotton. 
  • You gave her a quizzical look, ready to ask what was wrong, but Jumin’s voice interrupted with “Shall we begin?” looking pointedly at the three of you.
  • “Yahoo~” Seven cheered as he plopped down next to Saeran, who had recently been getting dragged along to all the RFA meetings, given he tended to just sit in the corner and pout.
  • Much like right now. He did little more than look at you and nod, which was as courteous a greeting as you were going to get with him.
  • Yoosung nodded, signaling everyone was ready, and the discussion began
  •  
  • You all were about 30 minutes into the conversation
  • Except for Jaehee
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about what happened the night of the party
  • She couldn’t stop looking at you and feeling guilty
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about telling you
  • “I need water” She stood up abruptly, startling everyone a bit
  • Jumin had a bit of an annoyed look on his face but conceded with “Fine. Quick 5 minute break for everyone”
  • Jaehee booked it to the kitchen
  • “Uh…I’m thirsty too.” Cue Zen bee-lining after her.
  • “Are you Okay??” He asked in a harsh whisper
  • “No I’m not okay!” Jaehee hissed back “We…we have to tell her.”
  • “No!” Zen’s eyes widened “No. You and I both know it was a mistake that will never happen again. She doesn’t need to know.”
  • “Zen if you love her-”
  • “I do love her!” He snapped back “I love her which is why I can’t lose her Jaehee. I know we messed up, I do. But..I can’t lose her over my mistakes” His eyes were pleading even more than his voice
  • Jaehee just stared into the crimson orbs, feeling the knot in her stomach grow. She just weakly nodded.
  • There was a moment of silence before she chugged her glass of water and turned to head back towards the living room where everyone was seated
  • She took a strong stride in
  • She bit her tongue
  • She was not going to-
  • You were the first face she met walking back in
  • Your smile welcoming her back to the circle
  • Your eyes cheery
  • Your heart open to her as it had been since the first day even when she treated you coldly.
  • Zen was right behind Jaehee and nearly bumped into her when she stopped dead in her tracks
  • “Jaehee?” You and he called at the same time, him due to her abrupt stop, and you because of the tears suddenly pouring from her eyes.
  • “Jaehee what’s wrong?” You rushed to her, attracting everyone’s attention
  • You caught Zen’s face from over her shoulder, his eyes wide. Knowing.
  • “M-MC” Jaehee choked out
  • “W-What is it?” You asked worriedly taking her trembling hands in yours
  • “MC” Her voice fell. There was just a moment of silence. Everyone in the room was looking, the outburst had even taken a hold of Saeran’s full attention.
  • “Zen and I…we’ve done something awful” 
  • You knew what she was suggesting but..no. No you didn’t. No way that’s what she meant you’re just confusing things.
  • “…What did you do?” You asked cautiously
  • Sniffling. Endless sniffling. You looked to Zen, who was pale and looked like he was also ready to cry.
  • “Zen…what happened?”
  • “I’m so sorry” He managed to get out before the lump in his throat clogged his vocal cords.
  • “At the party MC we- we had….” Jaehee couldn’t get the filthy three letter word out of her mouth
  • You dropped her hands and looked to Zen
  • “MC I’m so sorry” Zen repeated, his voice shaking even more
  • Everyone was quiet, waiting for your response
  • You had none. Just an empty stare and mouth slightly agape, waiting for words to come out of their own accord
  •  Finally they did
  • “This is a really cruel joke to play” You feigned a very obvious forced smile as your eyes blinked back tears “I never thought you guys would do such a thing..haha” You wiped a way a small drop ready to roll down your cheek
  • “MC!” Jaehee exclaimed “This isn’t-”
  • “Jaehee.” Your voice dropped. “I really don’t find this funny.”
  • “Neither do I!” The brown haired girl went to take your hand again but you pulled away
  • “And Zen” You turned to him “I don’t- I don’t know..how…” You couldn’t finish the sentence
  • They were everywhere. Pouring down your face, flooding your eyes, gathering in a small pool at your chin. It was an onslaught of tears rolling down your cheeks, choking your words, your thoughts, your everything.
  • “MC” Zen reached out to you, only to have his hand swatted away by yours.
  • You just stared at him and cried, forcing him to look you in the eyes as your faux smile fell to pieces. 
  • You felt a hand softly fall upon your shoulder, and you turned to see Seven looking at you, apologetic pity in his eyes. Saeran stood behind him, wearing an angrier version of his twin’s sentiment. 
  • “Let’s go for a ride, get some fresh air, huh MC?” The red head’s voice was soft
  • You softly nodded and let him guide you towards the door, not even able to muster up to energy to look back at Jaehee and Zen. 
  • Saeran did however, and he looked back towards the two with a face full of disgust, up until the moment he slammed the door
  • “what a good meeting” Jumin grumbled under his breath as he turned a disdainful eye towards Zen
  •  
  • You drove for a couple hours probably. Most of it in silence, but a comfortable one. You were in the passenger seat and Saeran was in the back, Seven at the wheel finding desolate roads and flying down them, giving the wind of your open window some sort of purifying feeling. It stung, but it felt good. Your hair whipped around and the land raced by and you occasionally sobbed but that was ok.
  • Eventually you found yourself back at the Chois’ place, sitting on the couch, staring at a TV playing a movie that you hadn’t been paying attention to for the last hour. Your mind was elsewhere, wondering what you had done wrong.
  • You looked at the carton of ice cream in your hand, only doing so because the sight of Saeran setting his own empty one on the coffee table had triggered you to remember Seven had given you your own carton to drown your sorrows in.
  • The redhead had actually gone out to buy more, so it was just you and Saeran on the black leather couch staring at the TV screen.
  • “Do you want this?” You offered the ice cream to Saeran who’s expression turned from bored to surprised, probably because you’d been silent for the past six hours aside from a sob here and there.
  • “You don’t want it?”
  • “I’m not hungry”
  • He stared at you and the carton for a second, his face unreadable.
  • He wanted to insist you eat the ice cream, because personally he found it to always make him feel better, but he figured you didn’t want to hear it.
  • He took the carton from your hands and placed it on the table in front of you two
  • Silence aside from the noise of the TV.
  • He cast a glance to you, only to find your eyes on the floor.
  • “doyou wantalk” You barely understood what he said it was so quiet
  • “What?” You looked to him
  • He thought you were asking out of surprise rather than inaudibility and “My therapist…he says that talking things out makes you feel better.” He looked indignant for a moment, likely remembering how stupid he felt when he rejected the idea only to find later that his therapist had been correct
  • “I…I have nothing to say” Your shell of a voice whispered
  • Saeran furrowed his brows at you. “Say you hate them”
  • “What?”
  • His voice raised a bit “You hate them don’t you? So say it. The therapist said talk about your feelings so start there. They’re scumbags who hurt you and deser-”
  • “No!” You’re voice hit a volume it hadn’t reached in hours. “I don’t hate them!”
  • Saeran was mixed with confusion and anger “What do you mean you don’t hate them? One of your best friends and your boyfriend fucked-”
  • There it was
  • Someone finally said it.
  • The hot tears made a return and began rolling down your cheeks as sudden sobs erupted from your mouth
  • Saeran was alarmed at the sudden show and tried to pinpoint the trigger. He supposes it could be his last sentence but it’s not as if it wasn’t something we all knew.
  • “I….I don’t hate them” You cried once the worst of the sobs subsided.”I don’t even think I want to hate them. I mean it’d be easier but…I don’t. Jaehee…it’s not her fault. She just..got wrapped up in it all. And she’s always liked Zen. How could she have said no. And he..he was drunk” You sputtered out your rationalizations to find that they only annoyed Saeran
  • “The Assistant should still no better. But fine. You know what? She’s not dating you, and clearly she triggered you finding out the truth. So let’s pretend she’s ok? What about the actor? I don’t care that he was drunk. There’s no excuse for him doing that!” The white haired boys voice had become louder and louder, fists clenching tighter and tighter as he began riling up old feelings of betrayal he once felt. “He abandoned you! He left you in the dust and for what? He failed you!”
  • You don’t know when it happened but Saeran had turned towards you and grabbed your hands, squeezing them tight in between his own. His mouth was contorted into some sort of snarl and you saw a fire raging behind his minty eyes. 
  • “Saeran..you’re hurting my hands” You squeaked out.
  • Your small voice dragged him out of whatever memory he was reliving and he sort of faded back into reality with a few blinks of his eyes before turning his attention to his hands. He let go of yours and in a flat voice uttered a “sorry”.
  • You guys were silent again, just staring at the floor, both living in whatever sad memory chose to cross your brains.
  • “You deserve better is all” He finally said.
  • “I know” You replied, voice empty of any real feeling.
  • You looked up, staring at the TV but not actually watching as a man on a horse offered a hand towards a young woman. “I just can’t stop thinking about him. About the him I fell in love with. Is he really gone?”
  • Saeran followed your gaze to the TV, looking on as the girl hopped on the horse. “I think so. That’s assuming he was the guy you thought he was at any point.”
  • “He was.” You said, a little defensive. Saeran looked towards you, watching your emotionless expression, knowing that there was a storm underneath despite the calm appearance. He knew because he often did the same, rocking a stoic appearance while watching all hell break loose in his own head.
  • “Is this the part where I say ‘It gets better’?” 
  • “Do you believe that it does?”
  • “Not a fuckin’ chance” A bitter smirk twisted his lips 
  • “I appreciate the honesty” You sighed
  • “Not in the way that we think it will anyway” He looked off into space somewhere.
  • “Hm?” You turned to him
  • “Everyone imagines that one day soon they’re going to wake up and suddenly it’s not going to hurt anymore. That there’s gonna be a day when you don’t think about this. You’re always gonna think about it. You’re always gonna wonder what you did wrong. Why God hates you. What things would be like if it didn’t happen.”
  • “You don’t think that there can be a day when it all feels ok?” You ask, partially to heal your hopeless heart, and partially because you see Saeran is projecting his own feelings and you’re curious to know how he feels.
  • “Maybe. I haven’t hit it yet though. Doubt I will.” 
  • You stared as he looked off into the distance, feeling as if you could see the scenes of his past playing in his eyes.
  • You were just about to recede back into your ball of depression and hopelessness before he spoke again and took your attention
  • “But that’s me. You’re…you, MC” your questioning look prompted him to continue “You’re…a good person.”
  • “You are to-” You went to say but he cut you off by turning and leaning towards you with a new intensity in his face.
  • “Not like you. If at all” He scoffed. “ You though, everyone loves you. And they’re right too. Because…” suddenly he stopped himself, seeming to turn a little shy.
  • “Because?” You wanted, no, needed to hear this.
  • He gulped down his fear and turned his eyes to the side, unable to look at you as he delivered his next few words, scared of you seeing through him even more than you usually do. 
  • “MC, you’re..everything. You’re smart, you’re cute, and you’re …kind. You always know what to say to help everyone. And that’s the thing. You try to help people, even people trying to hurt you…” His eyes turned back to you “You saw a good in me even when I didn’t. You risked your life to help my brother to save me. You’re…kind of like an angel.”
  • You just stared, taken aback by such kind words, from Saeran of all people. 
  • You were right to be surprised, he wasn’t usually this smooth in conveying his feelings verbally…there must have just been something about you that made it easy for him to talk.
  • “If it gets better for anyone, it’ll be for you, MC” He reached for your hand out of instinct, but pulled back instantly when your skin touched, as if he just realized what he was doing. His eyes did the same, it looked like he just realized how vulnerable he was in that moment, and a sort of wall was raised behind his irises and his whole body tensed a bit.
  • He was scared of being rejected.
  •  …
  • Your hand slowly reached out to his, which was floating in the space between you two, and when he didn’t pull back, you interlaced your fingers together. 
  • A look of awe decorated both of your faces.
  • “Thank you…Saeran.” The light of the TV bounced off your wet eyes, making them look extra glossy.
  • The boy just looked at you, wide eyed, apprehensive for a moment, then nodded and tightened his grip on your hand. It wasn’t the same anger induced bear trap grip from when he grabbed them before. Now it was just firm, reassuring, like a hug.
  • “MC…things will get better for you. If not? I’ll make them.” He gave a subtle squeeze of the hand, giving you the nostalgic feeling of a pinky promise.
  • “You already did.” You let your head, heavy from spinning and sobbing all day, fall on his shoulder.
  • He just looked at you for a moment, before taking a deep breath a pulling you closer, his free hand rubbing your back gently. 
  • Maybe he was wrong
  • Maybe things would get better for him too

I was unsure whether to call this a follow forever or a fic rec post, since it is somewhat a combination of both? Shit, I don’t know. But I reached the 3,000 follower milestone today and honestly, I cannot thank all of my readers enough. I know I always say that I write for myself, because I do – but every single one of you helps me to push on and pursue my writing dreams with your wonderful comments, likes and reblogs. There is no feeling greater than seeing your personal opinions on my pieces, no matter if it is a detailed review, or if it is incoherent, caps lock screaming.

Thank you for supporting me, whether you have been here from the very beginning of my persona journey, or if you have only just discovered me now. I think, throughout all of my blogs, I have never created a follow forever so I believe now is about time that I show some appreciation back to the writing community of the BTS fandom. They never cease to amaze me, and I am absolutely positive they will floor the rest of you whom may have not happened upon some of these incredible writers just yet.

As a writer, your greatest source of inspiration, support and encouragement can not only come from your readers, but your fellow writers. Thus, this post is dedicated to my favourite writers who have always, without a doubt, left my hands overflowing with infinite inspiration and have left me awestruck, laughing from the pit of my belly, and even in tears at times over their phenomenal works. Feast your eyes!

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anonymous asked:

So Meg, what did you think of Lauren's tweet saying 'FUCK YOU' to the media? I love her, but come on. She did a photoshoot w/a professional photographer w/another girl, her bff & apparently ex, & the photographer talked about L & LV's personal relationship in an interview. Of course the media is going to pick up on it & talk about it. This is something completely different than the leak of the kiss pics, which were taken at a private family event. I sometimes wonder what is going on in her mind.

Ok I’m about to go off on a rant lol. All I am seeing on my feed is stuff about how Lauren is a “hypocrite” and “she put this out there so how can she not expect a reaction”. But people need to understand that the reason why the whole things SEEMS contradictory is because THESE ARE NOT ALL LAUREN’S ACTIONS. You can call someone a hypocrite if they are individually in control of all the contradictory actions, but she’s clearly not! On the one hand we have what Lauren wants - how she wants to be seen, what she values, how she wants her image to be used, her will to keep her private life private. BUT on the other hand we have what her PR team wants - they want headlines and money, and they are paid to know how to create a buzz out of something

So what does this leave us with? - Two different images of Lauren which sometimes line up with each other, but also sometimes contradict each other. Lauren may not always like the tactics her publicists use, but she can’t do anything about it! Please read the last post i wrote on this blog - It’s so relevant to this debate! When Lauren signed her contract she legally granted her Label the exclusive right to use her image, likeness, name and biography for publicity. This is just a fact. It means that her publicists can feed whatever they want to the media and it’s not in Lauren’s control. It means that Lauren is not allowed to publicise stuff about herself without doing it through her label.

I think part of the reason why people see this as all within Lauren’s control is because the shoot itself was very Lauren. It was done with people she trusted in a quiet location, it was very tumblr pretty and the way she showed her body was classy and elegant. Lauren has to do a certain amount of publicity appearances, photoshoots, interviews etc… She contractually has to co-operate with her PR team, and my feeling is that she’s been able to negotiate and make a lot of compromises recently. By playing along and cooperating, she’s been able to do things her way a little bit. BUT this does not mean she is in total control! 

This shoot was clearly not something totally ‘organic’. 1) Billboard didn’t just report on it - they literally released one of the pictures on their instagram. So (once again) they were they were obviously a part of the whole thing. 2) This indie photographer who publishes their stuff online obviously has no reason whatsoever to release their photos MONTHS after they were taken and do an interview with bloody MTV to go along with it!! The timing and the way it was done means that it was obviously co-ordinated by 5H’s team. 3) Do you really think that that Lauren would choose to give the media specific information about the exact state of her love life???!!!!! Come on people! As if Lauren would explicitly tell a media outlet who she is/isn’t in a relationship with! It’s so fucking obvious that her team fed the media ‘info’ on her relationship/breakup. These journalists don’t know who Lucy is or that the fanbase was starting to feel that she didn’t seem to be spending time with Lauren any more. I repeat - the media was FED this information by Lauren’s PR people. 4) Lauren tried to make this hers by using her body for art and to make a statement, but her team of course knows what the media wants and they KNEW that this shoot would end up being about objectifying Lauren in a trashy way. They KNOW how to get clicks. This is what it was about in PR terms for them. Again, we have two different images/stories - the way Lauren see’s things and the way her team uses her to gain publicity for the product they are trying to sell.

^^^ So Lauren is not a hypocrite. She’s an incredibly strong person who is trying to assert her values in a situation, where she has very little legal control over how her image and personal life is used to sell records. THAT’S  why we see two contradicting sides to the story. If she was submissive and went along with everything without complaining through indirects, then she wouldn’t look like a hypocrite because we would only see one side of the story - the PR side, not Lauren’s side. 

This applies to soooooooo many things, especially the ‘break-up’. Fans are always calling out the girls for being hypocritical and self-contradictory when their actions don’t add up. “How can Dinah say that she loves Mila no matter what two days before she posts something accusing her of being a selfish diva?”. “How can Lauren say she’s a feminist who supports other women but then shades Mila?”. “How can the girls not support Camila in her solo stuff but now support each other whole-heartedly?”. 

BUT IF SOMETHING DOESN’T SEEM TO MAKE SENSE, IT’S BECAUSE IT ACTUALLY DOESN’T MAKE SENSE !!!

ALL OF THIS STUFF SEEMS CONTRADICTORY AND DOESN’T ADD UP BECAUSE IT IS NOT ALL IN THEIR CONTROL !!!!!!!!!!!! They are not hypocrites, they are just people are not contractually able to control the narratives that are presented to the public about them. The small opportunities they have to express their real selves contradict the images of them that their team sells to the media and the public for publicity purposes. That’s why they ‘seem’ like hypocrites. It’s that simple.

Sorry I used this ask to go on a long rant (it’s general - not aimed at you anon), but please please please people read my last post about how the artists grant the label the right to control their public image. This is so important to understand. 

anonymous asked:

Okay but now i'm really gonna need the story of you summoning, meeting and befriending Satan when you reach the optimal follower count. Pretty please with Jenny on top!?!?

IT’S TIME (I’ve literally been waiting for this moment for a week)


The coffee shop is nearly empty, patrons heading home to dinner and family and sleep. The parking lot outside is quiet and dark, cars silently gliding towards the road, sweeping their headlights briefly over the store front before sliding away. The baristas are more often in the break room than behind the counter, scheduling next week’s shifts and discussing how exactly they’re going to distribute the closing tasks today. They know that the customers who are left are fine, fresh refills in their cups and the knowledge that another is but a holler away.

The author has been observing the slow trickle of people for a while now, casually flipping between the novel she’s supposed to be writing, a bullet point list of interesting facial features, and a crockpot recipe she’s trying to convince herself she really wants to try.

(She does not know why she think she should enjoy crockpot shepherd’s pie. She just knows that she should enjoy it.)

She is one of three customers left in the store. There is a man she’s affectionately named “The Wizard” for his tendency to drape his coat over his shoulders like a cape. He is huddled over his tablet and might be near tears as he scribbles something out. The other customer is a woman the author knows quite well, but will not acknowledge. It is not because of her needle-like teeth or the script written carefully across her shirt or even because of the off-putting cackle the woman seems fond of.

It is because there is some trouble the author knows she should not engage.

So she ignores the woman-who-will-not-be-named and focuses on her computer.

It’s as she’s typing out “charming slouch, neck extended, a home out of his spine” and “add twice amount of onion” that she gets the notification.

The notification.

“Oh fuck,” says the author. She has not prepared for this at all. (This is pretending that she would have prepared for it with prior warning.)

(She would not have.)

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⇢ NOCTIS

The evening had originally been full of plans; of things that you were initially going to do together—like go for a walk, buy some food, stuff like that. But then all of the night’s itinerary went straight out of the window when Noctis asked you if you’d like to have a nap. And who are you to say no to a nap when it’s with your favourite person? Obviously you immediately say yes.

And so, you stumbled to the bedroom together, sharing small smiles and preparing yourselves for what would most likely be the best sleep either of you had had in a while. In fact, spending this time with Noctis has so much of an affect on you that the world of languid sluggishness and darkness soon approaches with open arms, sweeping you into a world of sweet, sweet dreams. So sweet, in fact, that you begin to mumble certain incoherences in this clearly vivid dream. Noctis, who was just settling into the lull of sleep and the dark abyss that represent his dreams, heard your mumbles and shifted in order to hear them just that little bit better.

“Noctis..” A frustrated whine permeates the air around you as he begins to realise that you’re dreaming about him. The actual thought of it would almost be too endearing to handle, but he’d certainly manage, simply resolving to press closer against your side and welcome lethargy with newfound happiness.

⇢ GLADIOLUS

It would have been a long day, full of tiresome activities—you’d gone on a hunt together, in fact. You’d had a close call with the goblins you’d been asked to take down, where a few of them had crowded around you and effectively cut you off from everyone else. Gladiolus had—of course—been quick to run to your aid, but you certainly didn’t leave that fight entirely unscathed.

You’d have finally got to a hotel in the early hours of the evening, in need of a bath and a comfortable bed to lay down upon. By the time your head hits the pillow, you’d be out like a light.

Gladiolus would take a bit longer to get to bed, the adrenaline rush that accompanied battles not quite having worn of yet (that, and the fact he’d still be a tad bitter about how everyone had denied his suggestion of going camping). But when he finally does gingerly attempt to get into bed beside you, he’d watch in horror as you turn over, small noises escaping your lips. He’d be surprised entirely when it’s his name you’re muttering amongst the cavern of sleep that surrounds you, he can’t help but smile. And would continue to smile right up until he falls asleep, because you’re just too darn cute for your own good, in all honesty.

⇢ IGNIS

WIth Ignis, you certainly wouldn’t intend to fall asleep—it would just happen; you’d be spending time together in silence as he reads a book and you lay down on the sofa, the perfect upside down view of him on display as you would lazily cast your gaze about the room. Until, suddenly, you find your eyelids drooping and sleep coming your way.

At first, he wouldn’t notice at all, completely content with his literature. But that’s until he spares a single glance in your direction and notes the fact that you’ve fallen away into a gentle slumber. He’d pay it no heed, deciding to once more return to his book and its fascinating plot line. But then you’d start mumbling something, which he can’t quite make out—oh. That’s his name. 

The smile that would light up Ignis’ face would be oddly dazzling as he listens to the way your velvety voice rings out despite the sleepiness tacked onto the sound in its rivulets of exhaustion. He’d decide to keep the knowledge of this single occurrence to himself, finding solace in the completely soft and captivating way you’d spoken.

⇢ PROMPTO

Prompto would have taken you out for a whole day just to see the tourist attractions of the city you’d decided to visit. He’d spent practically twelve hours hanging off of your arm and pointing out different things, taking pictures as he usually would (you’d dreaded to think how many must have been of you).

Nonetheless, by the time you get back to your hotel, your feet ache, your stomach is full of the food you’d just had at a restaurant, and your arms are full of bags that you’d refused to let Prompto hold despite his constant offers. There is nothing you’d have liked more than sleep at that moment. And so, without so much as an enquiry sent Prompto’s way, you get changed into your nightshirt and get into bed. The boyfriend in question would spare just a second to look forlornly in your direction before settling in a chair and busying himself with going through the photos he’d taken during the day. 

He must have pent a good forty minutes absorbed in staring at that camera, because by the time he remembered to check on you and make sure you were comfortable, you had fallen asleep. After leaning down, Prompto pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before moving to stand back up. It’s within that moment that you’d opened your mouth to speak, a drowsy lilt to your slumber-cloaked voice. “Prompto,” You’d whispered, forcing a rush of heat to dash straight to his cheeks as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He would have wished to capture that event within a photo, but alas, he understood that the memory of such a lovely thing would have to be enough.

anonymous asked:

hi! may i request an rfa + v + saeran reacting to a young MC? like they've been talking on the app and fell for each other (just like it happens in the game lol) but when they meet they find out MC is not an adult yet (she's turning 18 in a few months tho (so that it's not a big age gap lmao)) love ur blog!! and also sorry if this is a bit difficult to write about 😅💜

Thank you for the kind words! ^^ Okay so this kind of made me realize that I’m kind of younger myself but age doesn’t matter with fictional characters! At least my birthday is in less than a month lol But anyway I hope that I wrote this right since I enjoyed writing it! I hope that you enjoy!!~


Yoosung

  • Yoosung’s not the baby of the RFA anymore!
  • But in all seriousness, Yoosung isn’t that surprised that you’re younger
  • He got the vibe from talking to you on the messenger that you were younger
  • Since the two of yours age gap isn’t that big, Yoosung is completely fine waiting until you’re 18 to become an official couple
  • But this boy doesn’t really have a lot of patience so he’ll take you out on simply, cute dates
  • Like going to an arcade or a walk in the park, something simply to ease you into dating with him
  • When you turn 18 Yoosung throws you a huge party and is so excited to finally give you a kiss from your now official boyfriend

Zen

  • Zen’s like um what?
  • Very surprised when he finds out how young you are
  • He’s super concerned since all he ever talked about was The Beast
  • Does she even know what The Beast means? Did she just go along with it because she didn’t want to embarrass him? Did he ruin your innocence?
  • You have to calm this poor man down and tell him that you’re almost 18 and the age gap between the two of you isn’t that far apart so it’s okay
  • Zen finally starts to calm down and accept the situation, realizing that it isn’t bad since you could have been a lot younger
  • Lots of dates to see musicals, he doesn’t want to come off as a creep so he plans simply fates like that
  • When you finally turn 18, Zen gives you a super passionate kiss, telling you that he’s wanted to do that for forever and hopes that there’s many more to come

Jaehee

  • Jaehee gets super flustered when she first finds out
  • You’re much younger than she expected so she constantly wants to make sure that you’re completely comfortable around her
  • She gives you hot chocolate instead of coffee since she thinks that coffee would be too strong for your young taste palate
  • You have to reassure Jaehee that you’re not that young, you can handle some coffee to which she apologizes profusely
  • When you finally turn 18, Jaehee breaths a sigh of relief like finally
  • She explains to you that she didn’t want to do or say anything awkward around you since she genuinely cares about you and didn’t want to lose you
  • Jaehee gives you a small kiss and shyly tells you how excited she is to spend the res of her life with the love of her life

Jumin

  • Jumin’s definitely the most confused out of all the members when he learns about your age
  • What? Why? How? Huh? Are you sure?
  • It takes Jumin a while to calm himself down and process things
  • He’s a little concerned since he’s quite older than you and doesn’t want things to be awkward
  • But you explain to him that you’re fine around him and never feel awkward
  • Jumin still takes you on extravagant dates like fancy restaurants and garden parties
  • When you finally turn 18, Jumin throws the biggest birthday party ever since he loves spoiling you
  • After all of the guests leave, Jumin gives the longest, most passionate kiss that you could imagine
  • Jumin whispers to you how much he loves you and how he’ll always protect you since instead of being his princess, you’re his queen

Seven

  • Seven already knew before he met you that you were younger when he did the background check on you, he was a little surprised at first but realized that the age gap wasn’t too large
  • Tried his best for you to see him as your future boyfriend and not the big brother type
  • He tried to tone down his jokes so that they weren’t so inappropriate but usually failed
  • It feels like Seven has to wait forever until your birthday so he takes you out on little dates to pass the time
  • He takes you places like the movies and of course the planetarium for special little date nights
  • This boy is so hyped when you finally turn 18, you’re finally legal now!
  • But in all seriousness, Seven is super gentle with you, giving you lots of kisses all across your face as he tells you how much he loves you and how he’s going to cherish you for the rest of his life

V

  • V’s super concerned when he finds out that you’re younger than him
  • Especially since the two of you have one of the largest age gap in the RFA
  • He doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable around him since he sincerely cares about you
  • V even starts avoiding you since he thinks that he’s way too old to be with someone as young and precious as you
  • Once you explain to him that your birthday is coming up, V slowly starts to calm himself down and start to fully accept his feelings for you
  • He takes you to dates like walks on the beach or to art galleries
  • When it finally is your 18th birthday, V has a small party with you, wanting to cherish your special day
  • At the end of the night, V gives you a small but loving kiss, telling you how sorry he is about how he acted before but he now promises to love you for and take you of you for forever

Unknown

  • Saeran’s super concerned when he finds out that you’re much younger than he thought
  • Nope nope nope nope nope
  • He essentially kidnapped and forced an underage person to live in an apartment by herself
  • The feeling of guilt Saeran feels can be overwhelming but you tell him that it’s alright since you’ve already forgiven him plus your birthday is coming up
  • He starts feeling more comfortable enough to take you out on small but fun dates like the ice cream and sweets shoppe
  • When it finally is your birthday, Saeran puts together a tiny party for you and at the end of the night, gives you a small kiss
  • Saeran then hugs you and tells you how much he loves you and firmly believes that he found his soulmate whenever he met you
The Profiler’s Safe Place [Spencer Reid x Reader]

Requested by anon: “I’m so glad you want Reid lol imagine being the person Reid goes to when he’s over thinking or panicked. Just being there for him when a case or situation is overwhelming. I think that’s cute and dramatic lol -🐞”

A/N: First Criminal Minds fic on this blog! How exciting. ^.^

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If their is one thing you consider your apartment, its safe. It has a good security system, locks, and of course the FBI agent who is your neighbor. Yes, Dr. Spencer Reid is your neighbor.

The two of you have become quite the friends. You’ve also even gotten to meet some of his co-workers/friends. They were all amazingly nice people, but they noticed how different your relationship was with Spence. It was completely friends, no co-worker, or case drama to mix in.

Over time your apartment has become a safe haven for the good doctor. No matter what time of day or night you’re always open to listen to his overly thunk thoughts or the nightmare he just had.

Often you’d even let him crash on your couch if it was late and he was still worked up.

All of these things made tonight no different. Finding him leaning against your door, looking like a lost puppy.

“Hey Spence” you greeted. Giving him a wide smile, something he dearly loved to see adhere your features.

“H-Hey [F/n], sorry to bother you just getting home but could we talk? Please?” his voice shaking a little as usual, for some reason it did that when he started talking but eventually warmed up to your presence. You thought this happened around everyone he was comfortable with but in fact it only happened around you.

This boy was head over heels for you. No matter how he’d like to deny it. He didn’t want to pull you intimately into the life of Rapists and Serial Killers.

“Of course, you know my door’s always open to you” Answering while unlocking your door.

He followed you in, taking his shoes off by the door. “What were you out doing tonight?” curious as to why you were later than usual.

“A date“ you answered simply. “Oh really?” he asked, his voice a bit pained.

“Yeah, it was a waste of time though. Guy was an ass. Last time I let my friend set me up with someone” you chuckled while standing in your kitchen. Having made some tea for the both of you. Not hearing his sigh of relief.

Meeting him at the couch you handed him a mug before sitting by his side. “So what’s got the doctor troubled?”

“I, um. You know how my mother has schizophrenia?” he asked hesitantly. You nodded having been told about his childhood already.

“Well I’m reaching the age where those symptoms begin to show, I mean I’ve had testing done and those results say I’m fine but there’s always the chance that I won’t be and it’s scary.” The pace of his words quick. He did that when trying to get a thought out or opening up to someone.

At this point you’re more than capable with keeping up with him. 

“Spence, yes there will always be risk factors but if the tests say you’re going to be okay you should trust them. Over thinking about what might happen will only affect your time in the present. Enjoy life in the moment. And if something does end up showing itself then we cross that bridge when we come to it” You comforted him. 

“But what happens if I do end up having something? What if I end up as bad as my mom?”

“Spence you know more than anyone that mental illness is different for everyone. There’s no guarantee that you will reach that point. But how things are going now, you’re about as normal as a genius can be” you giggled. Making a smile pull at his lips. 

“Thanks [F/n]. You always know just what to say.” he smiled at you. Relief filling you at seeing he’s back to his fact spewing self.

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” You laughed, shrugging. “I’ll always be here for you Spence, okay?” reassuring him at taking his hand. He smiled, lightly squeezing it.

“[F/n]?” he whispered, staring at your hands. “Yes?” you matched his tone.

Looking up at you, hope in his eyes. A completely new expression on his face, one of hope and confidence. “Would you maybe want to–” Though his voice was cut off by his phone ringing.

He apologized before answering, “Hey Hotch… Yeah I understand… I’ll leave now”

He hung up the phone and looked at you apologetically “I’m sor-” you stopped him by raising your hand, “No worries, duty calls” smiling at him. 

Getting up to leave he slipped on his shoes. He was halfway out the door when you stopped him. Looking at him from the couch you called, “Hey Spencer?” He looked back at you curiously. “Yes” you answered.

“What?“ His face contorting with confusion. 

“Yes, I’d love to get dinner with you.” He visibly tensed from shock. “Y-You mean?”

You chuckled, “Being friends with you I’ve picked up some profiling abilities. I finished the sentence for you, how’d I do?” smiling at him, a sparkle in your eyes.

He smiled and looked at his feet, “Great, you did a great job. I’ll uh, I’ll call you after the case” nerves twisted with happiness in his tone.

“I’m looking forward to it” you smiled. He waved before closing the door behind him. Biting your lip you smiled before nestling into the couch further. Unaware of Spencer high-fiving himself in the hallway.

random-b-l-o-g  asked:

Hi! First off, I want to say that I like your take on the situations and your writing. Could I perhaps request something? It has to do with the end of Jumin's 10th day. When V comes and picks us up he says that we'll be safe at the apartment. Could you perhaps write how the RFA + V would feel if MC was kidnapped by Unknown after she got to the apartment? It's very angsty, but oh well. If you can't write it then that's fine. Thanks!

This is an interesting request! I don’t think I’ve really written much angst since I got to this blog… (well. Granted, it’s only been 2 weeks.) I’d like to write more angst—send in asks, guys, haha! Let me practise and get better for you all <3

By the way, I love how you refer to MC as “us”!! Anyway, I hope this meets your expectations ^~^”

–R.I.


“Thanks for bringing me back, V!” you bid him goodbye, and walked off into the apartment. Your keys jingled as you unlocked the door, and you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you. You hadn’t lived in this apartment very long, and you’d only been gone for a few days, but you already felt attached to this place.

The lights flickered on, and you smiled at the familiar sight of the living room. It was just as you had left i- huh?

The light switched off, and you freaked out a bit as it became pitch black.

Using your phone’s flashlight, you searched for the light switch, hoping it would work properly. Could the light bulb have gone out in the few days you’d been away?

To your relief, the lights turned back on, and you sighed. You would have had to change the light in the dark, otherwise.

But when you turned around, your relief was cut short.

A masked person with bleached hair stood in front of you, dressed in black, leather clothing. He had a tattoo on his arm, and teal eyes that stared right back at you.

“Wel – come home!” he greeted you mockingly in a creepy tone. “Too bad you’ll be leaving again. You must be tired, hm?”

No. No. V had said you would be safe.

“I need you to swear to me. Considering all the secrets you know, is MC safe?” Jumin demanded, a concerned undertone in his voice. It was clear that he was already close to giving in to V’s request, but he was still reluctant in letting you go.

“Swear…” V replied tiredly.

“I tend to believe numbers more than words, but if you are sincere, I’ll believe you.”

“Alright. I swear that MC will be absolutely safe on my life. Is that enough?” V had said.

V had promised you’d be safe. HE SWORE YOU’D BE SAFE. So why? Who was this man in your apartment? Why was he waiting for you? What did he want?

A blurry of thoughts passed through your mind. But none of these questions would be answered. You were knocked out, and soon met darkness. Betrayal was the last emotion you felt before everything faded to black.

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erinlyndalmartin  asked:

I'd love to see a post on writing Muslim characters. What sociocultural traits might they have that you wouldn't know if you weren't Muslim? I know there are many varieties of Muslim and I know not to make my character a terrorist, but I could use some help with the nuances. Thank you.

While this is a subject we all care about here at FYWH, this is something that falls outside our personal experiences in any way that would even scratch the surface of this topic. I hate to pass the buck, but … let’s get you started on some good starting places. 

[To any of our Muslim followers: See note at end.]

The Writing With Color blog has a lot of resources for you to start with your research. Here’s a list of just some of their resources for Muslim characters/Islam, and you can find more through the search function of the blog. 

It’s good that you recognize that “Muslim” is not a monolithic designation and that Islam has a rich and complex belief set and history. I hope you are able to find a more specific country/culture/generation to hone in on. Once you do that, you should be able to find plenty of reliable texts for the more factual knowledge and history you’ll need. 

To help combat religious illiteracy of all types, including about Islam, Harvard University has launched the Religious Literacy Project; other free resources are listed in this article (check out book rec slide show at the end of the article; more below). 

If contemporary society is your focus, Al-Jazeera has tons of stories, profiles, news, videos, etc… that can help round out your knowledge of the Middle East and the Muslim experience around the world. [They produce content on many topics, not just those relating to the Middle East or Islam, fyi.] 

Nothing will help more than finding a Muslim beta reader, too. Or just someone you can discuss things with as they come up in your writing. I haven’t gone through to see any specifics, but we’ve got links from our tags for beta/prepub help. Like this. This tumblr, tho on hiatus for new content. And help for giving and receiving criticism.

You might want to keep an eye on this project, too: Dinner With Your Muslim Neighbor. There’s one video that’s been made and featured on NBC News, but another is in the works. Real people getting together and getting to know one another.

Here’s a list of not-YA novels that shows just a bit of the breadth of how Muslims live (and have lived in the past) around the globe – though it is one person’s choice of books, just be aware. And here are some YA novels

(Not So) Final Note: I’d be happy to collate suggestions from our Muslim followers, too, for a follow-up post. Resources, experiences with cultural ignorance, good websites, etc … 

– mod Aliya 

anonymous asked:

Hey! Do you mind doing the RFA+V+Saeran reacting to MC being a YouTuber? Thank you and I love your blog!!

sure thing! and i’ll just drop my channel so that y’all check out my like.. 3 videos lmao

MY CHANNEL

i’m doing this with the prospect of being a normal youtuber. like, not a big one, just a chill small channel with a decent following lol.


Yoosung

  • He’s actually so amazed!
  • You had yet to tell him because you weren’t sure if you were ready to do so.
  • You were a bit self-conscious about it.
  • But one fateful day, he came across one of your videos because they appeared in the suggestions.
  • !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • His s/o’s a YouTuber!? That’s so awesome!
  • He burst into the living room, where you were casually watching a movie while eating some snacks.
  • WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!? I JUST SUBSCRIBED!”
  • You shot up the couch, cheeks all red, and looked away bashfully.
  • I wasn’t sure you were going to like them…”
  • “Are you kidding!? I love them!!! Let’s make a video together one day! Let’s make a channel together!”
  • He was so supportive of you and your hobby/job.

Zen

  • He was pretty impressed because he’s a big personality in showbiz and tbh he would be pretty excited.
  • Waits for you to tell him, but you just… don’t. 
  • Eventually you guys are having take out (a miracle bcs that rarely happened) and he asks you about your channel.
  • You almost choke on your soup.
  • I-I… W-Well you see.. it’s just a hobby! Nothing serious. Not that good, to be hone-”
  • He cuts you off by pressing a kiss to your forehead and grinning. 
  • Will you include me in one of your videos?”
  • You were about to reply before he, once again, interrupted you.
  • Because I bet you’d love it if your channel had even more beauty on it, since it already has a delicious babe in every video.”
  • You grab the nearest throw pillow and chuck it at his head, your blush spreading like mad across your face.
  • I’ll think about it.”
  • But obviously you would let him.
  • You’d let him do your hair and he would let you do his, you’d actually been planning it after the first party ended. 

Jaehee

  • Tbh, she wouldn’t so impressed. 
  • She just thought it was unexpected, since she never even saw you with your cameras around. 
  • And she rarely had time to browse YouTube. 
  • But that doesn’t mean she wasn’t supportive of your dream/hobby/job.
  • When you told her, she asked you if you could please show her all of your videos.
  • Every time you turned around, there was a cute little smile on her face.
  • And a blush.
  • And she just looked so cute that you wrapped your arms around her and gave her a quick kiss.
  • So, do you like it?”
  • She pulled back from the embrace, a pink hue visible all over her cheeks, before fixing her glasses.
  • Of course I do. You look adorable in all of them, I even read the comments. And I think some people are a little bit too friendly for my liking.”
  • S’cute.

Jumin

  • You had to show him your channel as well because he was such a klutz with technology.
  • When he noticed the quality of your videos and the size of your audience, he immediately offered to sponsor your videos.
  • He also noticed how good you were at what you did, he was surprised.
  • You knew better than outright refusing his offer.
  • To him business was something serious, and this was obviously business related. 
  • So, you knew that if you refused right away, without thinking it through, he would go and lecture you about the importance of rare business opportunities.
  • You were quiet for too long though. 
  • So? (Y/n), what do you think? Yes, no? I honestly think that it’s a great opportunity for both your channel and the company. YouTube is a great way of doing publicity and you would obviously benefit from C&R’s publicity.”
  • You noticed the fierce gleam in his eye.
  • He was serious.
  • He also looked very cute when talking about business. 
  • You couldn’t help but offer him one of the smiles that always and without fail made him melt.
  • You also felt guilty, because you felt like you were just taking advantage of him.
  • How about this, baby? You sponsor some of my videos? I just… I honestly don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. I hate the prospect. And I know this is business and that I should think logically, but I don’t care. I have a moral code I must follow and that’s that. What do you think?”
  • You were blushing. 
  • It always made you flustered, talking business with him.
  • It was overwhelming and also slightly hot.
  • He just smiled at you and grabbed your hand, his thumb brushing along your knuckles. 
  • We have a deal, my love.”
  • “And I have one more condition?” you continued.
  • He raised a single eyebrow, smile still present on his lips. 
  • He knew that tone of voice, you wanted to get away with something.
  • I… I want you to be in one of my videos!”
  • He was taken aback. 
  • Take it or leave, Mr. Han.”
  • Mr. Han… 
  • You were pinned against the couch in an instant, his lips hovering over yours.
  • Deal.”

Seven

  • Obviously, he already knew about your videos.
  • He thought you were adorable and sexy and perfect. 
  • And he constantly created bots that left loving and supporting comments on your videos. 
  • Once Saeran settled in his house and was used to you, he decided to bring it up.
  • Why?
  • Because you had stop uploading videos ever since you joined the RFA.
  • He knew the reason. You were too busy with the organization and helping him. 
  • He loved you so much.
  • Huh? Oh…” you rubbed the back of your neck, a sheepish smile on your face, “Yeah… Um, I guess I do have a decent following and I’ve been reading the comments asking me to upload but… I’m pretty busy.”
  • “I’ll help you.”
  • You looked at him dead in the eye.
  • A video with Seven. Now that would be something.
  • A creative spark lit inside of you and a grin started spreading on your face.
  • Would be willing to wear a paper mask and be in one of my videos?”
  • That was easy.
  • A devilish smirk appeared on his face before nodding once, already plotting the weirdest most random video, fitting for your comeback. 
  • He’d help you blow up, just like he helped Zen. 
  • Of course, he’d ask you first. 
  • And you know… Along the way… we can make some other type of video.. In which we do thinks like fuc-”
  • You threw your slipper and it landed right on his face.

Saeran

  • He also knew you were one.
  • He chose you after all.
  • (This is after Mint Eye btw, he’s on the road to recovery)
  • And I think that this baby would binge watch the videos he didn’t already while helping himself to some ice cream.
  • But he wouldn’t create supportive bots.
  • Instead, he’d look up at the negative comments, trace them, and suddenly the owner’s laptop would have a strange virus. 
  • No one messes with his angel.
  • He’d low key be your fan.

V

  • This nugget underwent surgery and when he watched your videos he was astonished. 
  • The way you handled the camera and edited your videos as A+++++.
  • He’d offer to help you with the filming process. 
  • YOU’D TAKE THE OFFER RIGHT AWAY.
  • And offer to pay him.
  • But he REFUSED. 
  • Why would you even offer that? 
  • “I’m doing this because I genuinely want to help and want to make you happy.”
  • Bless this sweet baby. 

I lost inspiration at Saeran and V aslfja sigh. sorry this was shitty.

Trick-Or-Treat - Damian Wayne x Batmom

Prompt: Hey! I love your writing and this Halloween idea that you’re doing.. I feel like this has probably been requested but batmom! x Damian where she takes him trick or treating for the first time with some cute bonding?!? Love your blog so much❤️ (requested by @its-electric-love )

“Nightwing, you take the missing persons reports in the East End. Red Robin, you have the recent cyberattacks on Wayne Enterprises RnD server. Red Hood: a major trafficking deal is going down at the docks tonight. Save the citizens, no one dies.” Bruce commanded instructions out to each of the boys for tonight’s patrol.

“Why do you always feel the need to tell me that? Kind of unfair.” Jason said defensively crossing his arms over his chest.

Tt. He mentions it because you’re a trigger happy moron Todd.” Damian bit back with a frown. Jason turned to Damian and looked just about ready to start a confrontation.

“Alright boys, there’s no need to fight.” You reprimanded. Jason visibly calmed at your interference but Damian remained defiant.

“Damian.” Bruce said sternly which worked to divert his attention away from Jason.

“Yes father?” Damian asked obediently.

“You will be going undercover tonight with [Y/N]. There are rumors that trick-or-treat candy in city might be contaminated. I need you to discreetly take samples and report back with your results.” He explained. The two of you exchanged a knowing look that the others failed to catch on to.

“Wait. He gets to go trick-or-treating while the rest of us are working? That’s really unfair.” Jason complained.

“It’s an investigation, Jason.” You reasoned gently in your signature mom voice.

“Yeah and if just so happens to get more candy than he could possibly eat, it’s just a perk of the job right?” Tim piped up.

“If you all finish your work early you are more than welcome to join us on our investigation.” You offered diplomatically.

“Runt better share.” Jason grumbled as he stormed off to hop on his bike and ride off to start his work for the night. The others soon left after Jason to go about their duties. Bruce stopped briefly to lean down and press a kiss to the top of your head.

“Good luck tonight, love.” He whispered.

“Go save the day, Batman.” You smiled reassuringly at him. Bruce squeezed your shoulder supportively before turning to head towards the Batmobile. He gave Damian a waring ‘behave yourself’ look as he passed.

“Do I have to wear a stupid costume?” Damian sighed after his father left.

“No you can be Robin if you’d like. Halloween’s just about the only day you can get away wearing your uniform undercover. I just need a little wardrobe change and then we can leave.” You said with a little smirk as you made your way into the locker room where your uniform for the night lay waiting. You quickly changed into the costume and stepped out with a dramatic flair of your cape.

“Ta da!”

“Batman?” Damian asked with an unimpressed quirk of his eyebrow.

“Close. Batmom. It was your father’s idea.” You clarified.

Tt. Whatever.” Damian rolled his eyes. So much for tonight being about bonding. All you wanted was for your fiance’s son to accept you, on any level. You told Bruce that you refuse to marry him unless every one of his children was ok with it. He understood your hesitation but for some time now Damian was the last to accept you. You hated to keep Bruce waiting this long but you weren’t about to become a Wayne if his youngest son resented you. So in an effort to give you and Damian some much needed bonding time, Bruce suggested you take him out for Halloween in the guise of a mission.

“Well this case isn’t going to investigate itself. Let’s get a move on!” You said cheerfully.

You were only trick-or-treating and uselessly testing candy for traces of contamination for about an hour before Damian caught on.

“This isn’t a mission, is it?” He asked in a tone of annoyance. You sighed at being caught far before you could even attempt to bond with him. Tonight was such a terrible idea. You both should have known it would have never had worked but you were just so desperate for some sort of breakthrough. You had been with Bruce for nearly five years now and Damian still just barely tolerated your presence.

“No it isn’t. Your father thought you could use a night off to be a normal kid.” You explained.

My father thought he could force me to like you if we were forced to spend time together.” He said with an angry pout.

“That too.” You sighed and moved to sit down on the steps of a building who wasn’t participating in the night’s festivities. You took off your cowl and hung your head shamefully in between your knees. “Am I doing something wrong, Damian? Please if I am, tell me. I want nothing more than to be at least amicable towards each other.” You asked with a hint of desperation in your voice. Five years and nothing has changed between you and Damian. Maybe this was your sign that it wasn’t meant to be. To your dread Damian remained silent.

“I can’t marry your father -”

What?” He cried in sudden outrage.

“Let me finish. I can’t in good conscious marry your father knowing that not all of his children approve of me. I’ve been trying so hard since we’ve met to get your approval, but nothing I do or say seems to change your mind about me.” You said defeated.

“You … you won’t marry father because of me?” He asked incredulously.

“I won’t marry your father because I don’t want to intrude on your family when not everyone isn’t comfortable with me being there.” You clarified. “Damian, if you don’t want me to be a part of your family only say the word and I’ll call everything off.” You swore with tears stinging at your eyes. You didn’t want to leave but if you weren’t wanted you didn’t want to be the cause of a rift in the family

“You would do that?” Damian asked softly.

“Of course.” You whispered weakly, not daring to meet the child’s gaze. Suddenly you were thrown back where you sat as Damian tackled you into a tight hug.

“Please don’t leave.” He pleaded. “You’re the most tolerable woman that father has ever brought home. I don’t want you to go.” Damian whispered against you while he hugged you tightly to him. You couldn’t help but to smile and wrap your arms around him in return.

“Really?” You asked. Damian nodded silently against you.

“Please marry my father.” He asked. You smiled warmly and agreed to his request.

“Do you want to continue trick-or-treating? Your brothers shouldn’t be done with their missions for some time.” You suggested kindly. “You don’t have to share your candy with them if you don’t want to.” You offered noticing his hesitation. Damian looked up at you and gave you a broad grin.

“Deal.” He agreed hopping up off the stairs and pulled you to continue working your way down the street. You pulled your cowl back over your eyes and you and Damian continued trick-or-treating for a few more hours until you headed back to the manor. Bruce and the rest of the boys were all in the cave when you got back. Damian walked past them all, giant bag of candy in hand as he moved to go change out of his uniform. Jason tried to snag the bag away from him but Damian brought it to his chest protectively before Jason could get a good grip on it.

“Mine!” He cried possessively. He angled his body away from his brother who was trying in vain to steal a piece of candy from Damian’s bag.

“Mom! Tell the demon to share his candy! I had to work all night!” Jason complained looking to your for intervention.

“Mom said I didn’t have to share.” Damian retorting, sticking his tongue out at Jason tauntingly. Instead of retaliating Jason and everyone else froze in stunned silence at what had just left Damian’s mouth. Your heart swelled and your hand flew up to your mouth to cover your growing grin.

“Oh my god.” Tim breathed in shock.

“He - did he just call her ‘mom’?” Dick asked looking at everyone else to make sure he wasn’t just hearing things. Damian’s cheeks flared up in a deep blush.

“No I didn’t! I - I” Damian stuttered over his words. Bruce walked over to his son and put a comforting hand on Damian’s shoulder. Bruce gave him a proud look but otherwise said nothing on the subject, instead choosing to deflect everyone’s attentions.

“What do you say we all go up and watch a Halloween movie or two? Popcorn and candy all around!” Bruce suggested to everyone. That seemed to distract everyone well enough. They all started to make their way up the steps to the main part of the manor. Bruce hung back and wrapped his arms around your shoulder giving you a sweet lingering kiss when everyone’s backs were turned.

“We’re not watching Rocky Horror again, Jason!” You heard Tim cry out in protest.

“Shut up, nerd! It’s a classic! Just because you don’t understand it …” Jason shot back loudly.

“No one understands it!” Tim shouted. You sighed against Bruce’s lip and he started to chuckle.

“Damage control?” You asked Bruce with a quirked eyebrow.

“Welcome to the family, Batmom.” He said humorously as he led you up the stairs to break up whatever war was looming between your sons.