I saw this on a reblog and I started answering it, but it turned into something I wanted to stand alone and not be tacked on to another post.
“@rafi-dangelo I’m curious, I understand how harmful gentrification can be but what can actually be done about it? I really can’t think of anything.“ –
Nothing. Movement of populations is natural and neighborhood demographics always change. But I'ma take a moment and describe the different ways irresponsible or disrespectful gentrification displaces and disregards the current residents. This is all from a NYC point of view, but I’m sure it applies to other metro areas.
1) Choosing personal preference over neighborhood character. I know plenty of people (mostly white, but some POC as well) who move to big cities from their small towns and they’re appalled at how little space you get for the money. They want the same amount of living area they had in the suburbs of Omaha but they don’t have the money to pay for it in DUMBO or Chelsea or the Upper West Side or whatever. So, instead of downsizing their expectations and living where they initially wanted, they move to brown neighborhoods where their money will go a lot further. You don’t actually need that second bedroom so you can do yoga or work on your art projects. You made the conscious decision to speed up gentrification in an area because you wanted more space than you could afford coming into a very expensive city to follow your dreams or whatever.
2) Using non-white neighborhoods as a transitional period. I know plenty of people (again, mostly white) who will move to Harlem or Bed-Stuy or Washington Heights until their paycheck rises to a point where they can afford to move to a different neighborhood. In terms of gentrification, it seems initially that it would be the proper way to do it – they didn’t stay for years and years and brown people can move back in after they leave. But obviously that’s not how it works. Businesses follow those transitional whites who make more money than the surrounding POC, but not enough money to live in the white neighborhoods they’re aspiring to. So they bring with them the Starbuckses and the Whole Foodses and the juice bars, all business that lead to rapid increases in rents. And then they get their raises or their careers advance and in a few years they’re gone. It’s basically drive-by gentrification.
3) Disregarding the local character. I know plenty of people (mostly white) who have lived in gentrifying neighborhoods for years and have never met a neighbor. Never gone to a community meeting. Never gone to a block party. I can accept that kind of passive existence, but then there are those who take it a step further to complain about things in the neighborhood that have been part of the fabric for decades before gentrification. If you have a baby, don’t move to Washington Heights and rent an apartment on the main drag where all the clubs are and then call the police every night because of noise to the point where liquor licenses are threatened. Don’t call the cops on the Ecuadorian lady selling dinner plates out of her living room for extra cash. Don’t call the cops about the old Black dudes barbecuing on the sidewalk because they’re blocking the way.
Gentrification is a hard pill to swallow and there’s absolutely no way to prevent it. However, as with most things, if you conduct yourself like a considerate human being, you can help mitigate the damages.
1) Think about where you’re moving. If you tour a place on a block full of older buildings and you walk into your prospective apartment and everything is brand new, somebody probably just moved out (maybe not of their own volition) and the landlord renovated so he could jack the price up. You can look up the history of a building and in NYC that’s helpful because shady landlords regularly force longtime tenants out of a building once the surrounding neighborhood starts to support a higher rental price due to the influx of gentrifiers.
2) Think about why you’re moving. If you have X amount of dollars and you’re choosing between some neighborhood you love and another neighborhood you just plan to live in until you can afford the same amount of space in the neighborhood you love, ask yourself if you really need all of that space in the first place. Sometimes the answer is yes, and that’s absolutely your prerogative. I just want everyone to take a beat and seriously consider it first.
3) Don’t rent more than you can afford and then crowdsource the rest. Y'all know I deleted a potential friend/date-person because they rented a two-bedroom they couldn’t afford with the intention of putting the other bedroom on Air BnB to cover the rest of the rent. That is the most disrespectful form of gentrification. You’re taking an apartment that was probably needed by a family who can no longer afford it because the landlord can get a much higher rent out of you…who also can’t afford it, but have the luxury of just being one person so you can crowdsource the rest of the rent. It’s gross and there’s no part of me that will ever see someone in the same light once they rent an apartment with the explicit plan to cover the rent using a shared economy model.
4) Know where you’re moving and make sure you’re fine with the area as is. Don’t move and then be shocked that a church is having choir practice on Wednesday night, the same practice they’ve had for the past three decades. Don’t move and then decide the neighborhood is too loud. Don’t move and then act like the Saturday afternoon block party is inconveniencing your life. If you’re going to contribute to rising rents and corporate chains putting mom & pops out of business, the least you can do is let the people live and enjoy themselves the way they did before you got there.
I do recognize the benefits of gentrification, partly because I live in Harlem, partly because I follow trends and statistics, and partly because I recognize the unfortunate fact that a whole host of institutions from law enforcement to capital investment don’t give a damn about an area until white people move in and those improvements can benefit everyone, not just the new white folks. But if you’re really committed to awareness, justice, and equality while also being a (possibly even reluctant) gentrifier, it’s your duty to make sure you’re doing it as responsibly as you can.
Let’s talk for a bit, because I’ve known about this for a while and I think now’s a good time to explain how I feel about using music not originally written for OC’s. This might be a lengthy read, because it’s personal. This vid was one of the first to use Tokyovania as Ink Sans’ theme.
I absolutely love when music can be associated with a character. I think it’s magical when a track makes you think of something you love or enjoy, and I love seeing messages or comments that I track I wrote would fit someone’s OC, because it feels special. Originally, this video was meant to be a tribute, with my track as the proposed theme, and I didn’t worry about it. After all, I didn’t write Tokyovania for Ink Sans, I wrote it for personal reasons, and I was sure most would understand that.
After a few months, it started to catch on for some reason that this indeed was written for him. A few other tribute vids were posted, and my name was nowhere to been seen as the artist of the track. On some videos, the name was also changed to Inklovania. The “Tokyo” was just erased, on a song containing the melody of “Tokyo Teddy Bear”, an incredibly special track I adored in 2014-2015.
Back then I was in high school. It was me against the world, and I had two friends. Things became rough around September in 2015, and I’ll keep the events hidden because they’re not something I need a reminder of. By December I was alone, and I had nowhere to turn but to music. I walled myself off and focused on composing, and being quietly alone all the time eventually led to the idea of Undertronic.
It was around this time that I decided to compose a remix of Tokyo Teddy Bear, as it’s a song I associate with wishing I could be anywhere else when things aren’t great. Seeing as I was also remixing Undertale at the time, I thought I’d combine it with another track, as a particular character was also in the same situation as I was, in terms of emotion.
In short, it was a special little remix to me and it would stay that way until Ink Sans became involved. Like I mentioned, I love when others use my music for OC’s, but I started to realize there was something wrong when I was accused of stealing this theme from Ink Sans, that it solely belonged to him, that I didn’t write it and I was a terrible person.
And the list goes on and was almost constant. To many, I’ve been disregarded as the artist of the track because “It doesn’t matter who wrote it,” and nothing hurts more to a musical artist than having a personal song be taken, even accidentally, from you and it suddenly becomes something else. The meaning behind the song no longer matters, and no matter what I do, this song will always be known as his theme.
It feels like a inconceivable back-stab knowing that literally millions believe this is his theme. I don’t even want to know how many would believe I stole the track from an OC, as if an actual artist doesn’t exist and the track magically created itself. Months went by, then a year went by, and I was very bitter about this track and the accusations I kept receiving. Finally I decided to write a response, and this response was “Tokyovania Control.”
I wrote in the description that I didn’t like the old Tokyovania. This is only partially true. I loved it for what it represented to me, I hated it for how I was being treated because of it.
If you may have noticed, I included new lyrics for Tokyovania Control. It was a slightly hidden, but direct message to how I felt, and it started at 0:53. Breakdown of the meaning is in the brackets.
How’d I get this feeling? [How’d it come to this?] I am running from this beauty, [I am running from Tokyovania.] Misunderstood or [It’s been misunderstood what the track is about.] Whom it’s made for? [Who was the track made for? Even I’m not sure now.] There’s no purpose, [The song has lost its original meaning.] Words are worthless. [Explaining/arguing won’t do anything.] Well, it’s still charming. [I still adore the track though. It was special to me.] I’d say “Sorry.” [Sorry, it was my mistake to let harsh words harm me.] “My mistake to let it harm me.” “Pardon my writing.” [Pardon my music, I’m sorry I got in your way, I should be thankful that this track is loved right? Indeed I am selfish for believing my name should be next to Tokyovania.] Though it hurts, it still sounds special taken from me, “Heh, oh well.” [Though it hurts, Tokyovania still sounds special taken from me. There’s nothing I can do now, so oh well.]
It was hidden well, and I didn’t expect anyone to catch on. And I was right, no one figured out why these lyrics were added or what they meant.
So no, I still don’t mind when a track I write is used for an OC’s theme. I only mind when I become non-existent as the producer, because “Who cares who wrote it, just enjoy the music.” I also mind when I am repeatedly told my work doesn’t belong to me, and I’m a horrible person for stealing a theme that belongs to an OC.
It’s one of the reasons I tend to include signature melodies in my music now. I don’t want to be forgotten or disassociated with my work. I don’t want to be told I don’t deserve to be the artist. Is it annoying? To some it is, but it’s a hell of a lot better than going through another Tokyovania situation. Having a track recognized by millions as an OC’s theme scares me much more than having someone simply steal the track, and nothing is worse to a musician than being repeatedly told my work doesn’t belong to me anymore, it belongs to an OC, and I’m scum for thinking otherwise.
I suppose what I’m trying to say, is be careful when you decide to pick songs to represent OC’s or AU’s. You may think no harm will be done, but it’s impossible to tell if something will take off. I don’t think this has ever been discussed before. I haven’t seen any musicians write about this, or share their thoughts. But I am friends with many of the Undertale remixers, and it’s sad to see that this has also been happening to one of my best friends Kamex with his “Your Best Friend” remix:
His music is gorgeous. He’s so kind & doesn’t deserve to be treated this way. If the remix is titled “Undertale Remix”, that does not mean it is an AU Remix. It is a remix for Undertale. But because this theme was used in an AU theme compilation video, the track apparently belongs to Underfresh. Again, no artist apparently exists and track magically created itself. Even worse, he feels he needs to prove it, so far as to say he has the project files if he needs to show it. To some, he’s not even respected as the producer. If you understand how I feel with Tokyovania, you can imagine how he feels as well.
Even Inktale’s creator recognizes Tokyovania as a theme for Ink, though it’s probably accidental.
Which makes me feel even more guilty, because I hate bringing people down. And knowing this wasn’t written for the AU will probably be a disappointing let-down.
So that’s about it, I thought I might as well share my thoughts, now that it’s almost been a year since this has been going on.
On another note, I’ve been working on something for Dusttale and Outertale. The Dusttale track will probably be the next vid, I dunno.
[Edit: I took a look to see if there were any comments marked as held for review, and the first one I find is-]
I just got certified in CPR and First Aid last month with the American Heart Association. I wanted to share this information with you, because a lot of what we see on TV is not at all accurate as to what you’re supposed to do to actually help someone. Here are some of the topics that were covered:
First Aid Basics
Here are the steps you should follow when addressing a situation where a person may be injured/unconscious:
Check to make sure the scene is safe- you are no help to anybody if you also get hurt
If the person is responsive: “Are you okay?”
If they are unresponsive, hit their shoulders hard and yell: “Are you okay?” to see if you can rouse them
Phone 911 and put the phone on speaker (you can delegate this task to somebody else if you’re not alone)
Have somebody get a First Aid kit (don’t leave the person if you’re by yourself unless the 911 operator tells you to)
Is the person conscious? Unconscious?
Check them for any obvious signs of injury
Check them for medical jewelry
Time is of the essence! Be decisive and confident.
Don’t be afraid to call for help and assign people tasks
You can only perform CPR on a flat service. If a person needs CPR and is on a bed or in a chair, move them to the floor immediately. Don’t worry about hurting their head or anything, if they don’t get CPR immediately, their life expectancy is significantly less. (See my CPR post for full details)
Do not move the person unless the area they’re in is unsafe. If you have to move the person, drag them by their clothes and pull them to safety.
There are both mild and severe cases of adult choking. In a mild case, the person choking will be able to make a sound or cough loudly. Typically these cases resolve themselves.
Ask: “Are you choking? Can I help you?”
If the person cannot make a sound or cough in response, they are suffering from severe choking.
Walk around back of the person and put your arms around them
Make a fist with your dominant hand
Place your fist slightly above the belly button and below the chest bone.
Grasp the fist with your other hand
Give quick upward thrusts
If the person is overweight or pregnant, put your arms around the person’s armpits.
If you are unsuccessful in removing the blockage, the person will quickly become unresponsive. You will need to perform adult CPR and call 911.
After chest compressions (see above link) check person’s mouth to see if the thing they choked on is visible. If it is visible, remove it. Never going digging around in someone’s mouth.
Call 911 and put the phone on speaker
Get a First Aid kit
Both these steps can be delegated to someone else if they’re around
Put gauze on the wound and apply pressure until the bleeding stops
Do not remove the gauze if it’s bled through- this will remove any blood clots that have formed.
If the gauze is bled through, add more gauze on top and keep applying pressure until the bleeding stops
Clean the amputated part with water
Warp the amputated part with dressing
Put the amputated part in a small plastic bag
Get a larger plastic bag and fill it with equal parts ice and water
Put the small plastic bag inside the large plastic bag
Label the bag with person’s name and time of the injury
Asthma (How to Operate an Inhaler)
People diagnosed with asthma will typically be aware of it and may have an inhaler on them. If someone has an asthma attack:
Ask them: “Are you okay? Do you need your inhaler?”
The person will probably be able to give some sort of indication in response
If they need their inhaler:
Locate the inhaler
Put the medicine (metallic capsule pictured below) in the inhaler if it is not already in there, it will click into place
Shake the inhaler to activate the medicine
Attach the mouth piece if it’s unattached (not all inhalers have one, it is not pictured below)
Remove the cap (cap is darker blue piece pictured below)
Have the person put their head back
Put the inhaler in the person’s mouth
Push down on the canister and have them breathe out slowly
They should begin to feel relief immediately, but you should still have them sit down and take it easy for a while
Call 911 if they are still having difficulty breathing after the inhaler has been administered
Usually bee stings present only mild irritation and pain. If the person stung has a severe allergic reaction, you will need to call 911.
Get a first aid kit
Scrape away the bee stinger and venom sack using a credit card or something similar in nature
Wash the affected area with lots of soap and running water
Wrap a bag of ice in a towel and place it over the affected area for 20 minutes or until the pain is gone
Watch the person for up to 30 minutes for signs of an allergic reaction
Call 911 if they present any classic allergy symptoms
Bleeding from Nose
Have the person lean their head forward
Get a First Aid kit
Or have someone else get one
Have the bleeding person apply pressure to the bridge of their nose using gauze from the First Aid kit
Do not remove the gauze if it’s bled through- this will remove any blood clots that have formed.
If the gauze is bled through, add more gauze on top until the bleeding stops
Call 911 if the bleeding lasts longer than 15 minutes
Can lead to heat exhaustion! These typically happen when someone is dehydrated and tries to do lots of physical activity.
Have the person sit down and cool off
Have them drink something with sugar and electrolytes
Water will work in a pinch but sugary drinks and gatorade are preferred
Call 911 and put the phone on speaker
Have the person lie down
Cool the person by pouring water on them or wetting them with wet cloths until they begin to act normally
Have them drink something with sugar and electrolytes
Water will work in a pinch but sugary drinks and gatorade are preferred
Wait with them until help arrives
My instructor said that these will often happen in an unsafe or an isolated environment. Always check to make sure that the scene is safe- look out for needles.
Naloxone is used to revive people who have overdosed on opioids. If you find someone who has overdosed on opioids you happen to have naloxone on you and know how to administer it, the American Heart Association recommends that you use it instead of waiting for help to arrive.
Seizures are abnormal electrical activity in the brain. Typical seizure symptoms: spasms, muscle rigidity, and unconsciousness. Seizures typically last between 60-90 seconds before the person gains consciousness.
Do NOT touch the person who is having a seizure
Do NOT put anything in their mouth
Call 911 and put the phone on speaker
If there are people around, ask them to get a First Aid kit while you wait with the person having the seizure
Don’t leave the person having a seizure if you are alone
Move objects away from the person having the seizure so that they don’t knock into them
If possible, place a small towel/pad underneath the person’s head
If the person starts vomiting, turn them over on their side so that they don’t choke
If possible use gloves and an eye mask from a First Aid kit to avoid exposure to bodily fluids
After they come to, they may be bleeding from the mouth.
Use gauze from a First Aid kit to stop the bleeding
Have them apply pressure with the gauze until the bleeding stops
Stay with the person until help arrives
Splints should be significantly longer than the injured area. They’re used to constrict movement, so the person is injured should not be able to move freely once the splint is applied. Splints are use to treat broken/dislocated bones. It’s very difficult to tell if a bone is actually broken or just dislocated, so don’t worry about it and just splint the thing.
Call 911 and put the phone on speaker
Get a First Aid kit
Both these steps can be delegated to someone else if they’re around
Put on gloves/eye glasses from the First Aid kit to avoid contamination from bodily fluids
Cover exposed wound area with gauze
Do not remove the gauze if it’s bled through- this will remove any blood clots that have formed.
If the gauze is bled through, add more gauze on top until the bleeding stops.
Place a strip of rigid material underneath the injured area
Use gauze/dressing from the First Aid kit to secure the splint by wrapping material above and below the injured area
Never tie material directly over the injury
Have the person stay as still as possible until help arrives
Strokes are caused from blockage/bleeding from things like blood clots. Typical signs of a stroke: face drooping (or numbness), arm weakness (or numbness), and speech difficulty. There is nothing much you can do except wait with the person and try to make them comfortable until help arrives.
Call 911 and put the phone on speaker
Note the time that the stroke symptoms began (this will help hospital technicians)
Stay with the person until help arrives
Some First Aid kits will come with a pre-made tourniquet. If your kit does not have a tourniquet you can make one fairly easily. Tourniquets should only be used for injuries where the person is squirting blood. No squirting blood? Use a splint.
Call 911 and put the phone on speaker
Get a First Aid kit
Both these steps can be delegated to someone else if they’re around
Put on gloves/eye glasses from the First Aid kit to avoid contamination from bodily fluids
Fold cloth or a bandage so that it’s long and an inch wide
Wrap the the bandage/cloth two inches above the wound
Never apply a tourniquet bandage/cloth on a joint (like elbows or knees).
Find a small stick
Place the small stick atop the cloth/bandage and tie it there
You can now turn the small stick to tighten the cloth/bandage
Have the injured person lay down and try to move as little as possible
Do not remove the tourniquet- even if the bleeding stops.
The “Just the thought of Team Cap walking all over Tony makes me want to trash my room, I just want unashamed, biased, pro-Tony quality content, is that too much to ask??” inspired ficlet I’ve been holding back for a while:
Bitterness ahead, guys. Not Team Cap friendly. Nor is it particularly deep or rational. I just wanted to get a couple of thoughts out of my head. Basically Tony is done being the team’s sugar daddy, only it comes to light in a very roundabout way.
“When are my arrows gonna be fixed anyways?” Clint grumbles, rubs a hand over his sore shoulder. The one that wouldn’t have gotten injured, had his shot hit the target it was supposed to. Which it should have, his aim had been fine. The problem were the arrows. Someone must have screwed up somewhere in the production because they weren’t perfectly balanced.
They’re sitting in the conference room at the (mostly) restored compound. Tony is tapping away on his StarkPad, not even bothering to look up. He must have felt the questioning glances and noticed the silence, but he still doesn’t react.
Steve resists the urge to roll his eyes. He doesn’t want to encourage the tension between them, things are bad enough as it is. If only Tony would put in some effort as well, instead of going out of his way to antagonise them, maybe they could make some actual progress.
“Yo, Stark!” Clint snaps, voice reaching that biting sharpness he reserves specially for the billionaire. “I’m talking to you!”
Tony shows no outward reaction, which is strange to see. Back when they first came back, he used to move at all times, sharp and erratic, never staying still. Steve shakes his head at their unnecessary power play.
Tony answers before he has the chance to reprimand them though. “How would I know?” he asks, a brief frown flittering across his face as he scribbles something down onto the tablet.
The outraged look on Clint’s face tells everyone present that this meeting won’t get back on track any time soon. It’s understandable, really. Clint has been forced to fight three battles with faulty equipment and frankly, the lack of concern Tony is showing for his team mates’ safety is nothing short of callous. Steve knows things haven’t been good between them but this is the first time he wonders if things could really be so bad, that Tony would hold necessary equipment back on purpose.
It’s a terrible thought, but try as he might, Steve isn’t able to shake it off.
At least the rising tension finally causes Tony to look up and meet Clint’s glare. He’s wearing sunglasses even though they’re inside, like he always does. Steve doesn’t like it. Makes it harder to read Tony, to tell what he’s really thinking. Absently, he admits that this is probably why Tony wears them so religiously.
“What do you mean ‘how would you know’?!” Clint snarls, enraged. “My arrows have been acting up for weeks and you still don’t know how to fix it?!”
Tony stares at Clint, the expression on his face unreadable. Then, after a long, long moment of heavy silence, the answer.
“I’m not fixing your equipment.”
For a moment, it’s deadly quiet, as Steve struggles to process the meaning of what Tony has just said.
“Tony,” Steve hastily inserts himself as soon as he finds his voice again, before Clint can throw himself across the room and deck him, “I know there are still some issues we all have to work through, but that’s not an excuse to-”
“Hold it right there, Rogers,” Tony interrupts. It’s never Cap, always Rogers these days. The pain the distinction causes still catches Steve by surprise more often than not. “I’m not sure where you get this from but I’m not your mechanic. I don’t work for you. So if Barton here has an issue with his weapons, he needs to take it up with the people in charge. Considering how often you remind me that it’s not me, you’d think you’d have figured that part out already.”
“But it’s not working!”
Tony sighs. The deep, heavy sort of sigh you usually expect from an exhausted parent after their insistent child asks, “Are we there yet?” for the 34th time. “Then take it up with the quartermaster. Or Agent Hudson. Or one of the techies. Seriously, Barton, you signed the Revision. Who’s responsible for what is right in there, section 12 to 17. Besides-” he pauses.
“What are you waiting for? Go on!” Clint demands between gritted teeth, hands curled into tight fists. Thankfully, he’s not throwing anything. Yet. “Don’t get shy with me now!”
Tony straightens in his seat. Steve inwardly sighs. That man has never been able to let a challenge go unanswered.
“Besides,” Tony continues, voice still surprisingly even, “chances are they’re working just fine.”
“You think I can’t tell when my bow isn’t fucking working the way it should?” Clint bristles.
The words actually cause Tony to lower his sunglasses for a moment, just to make sure there is no doubt about how stupid he believes Clint to be. “I’m saying you’re operating with a standard bow, Barton. The fabric and the construction limit the performance quality. Something I’m sure an experienced archer like yourself has picked up on.”
And yes, things are definitely getting ugly. That level of glacial cold in Tony’s voice is rarely achieved, even now.
“The why the fuck did you build a subpar bow?”
Tony sighs again. “You’re missing the point. Seriously, I can not believe we’re even having this conversation. I did not build that bow, Barton.”
And that’s–that’s a surprise.
Tony’s gaze trails over them all, taking in their confused, shocked expressions. “Really?” he asks, exasperation dripping from every syllable. “Did any of you even read the Revision? The Avengers’ are an official unit. Their weapons and uniforms can’t be provided by a private party, especially not one who is part of the team. Have you ever heard the term conflict of interest?”
“What about Stark Industries?” Natasha asks. From the furrow in her brows though, Steve suspects she already knows the answer–and doesn’t like it one bit.
“I’m not sure if you noticed,” and now there’s no mistaking the mocking in Tony’s tone, “but SI doesn’t sell weapons anymore. It was kind of a big thing, couple of years back.”
“But- But yours are better!” Clint splutters. It sounds plaintive and weak, even in Steve’s ears, but at the same time he knows what Clint’s struggling to say. It’s not about getting your toys taken away. It’s about their safety and efficiency in the field. On bad days, it’s about the survival of their entire planet.
“I can’t believe you would risk the teams’ lives and safety like this because of a petty argument,” Steve says, unable to keep quiet any longer, nor bothering to hide the honest disappointment.
Tony, unimpressed as always, simply snorts. “You’re an official unit, but before that you’ve been working for SHIELD for years. Did you ever have the very best equipment mankind was capable of providing at the time? No,” he answers his own question in a breeze, “you didn’t. Why? Because you’re agents, soldiers. And sure, the government wants to protect us, wants to keep us alive and make sure our missions succeed. But they have limited funding, which means everyone has to deal with the best cost-efficient option available. If you’ve got the right connections to get something more, then lucky you, but that makes you an exception, not a rule.”
“You don’t need to explain real life to me!” Clint snaps aggravated.
“Then why do you feel entitled to something better?” That question, sharp and cutting, makes the archer still, his mouth open but with no retort forthcoming. Tony is blinking at him now, head tilted sideways in child-like curiosity.
“Of course, if I, as a private citizen, decided to build something that doesn’t violate any laws and give it to a friend as a gift, that would be something else, wouldn’t it?” Tony continues after a moment, voice softer now, but no less cutting. His eyes are fixated on Clint, sunglasses pushed back, eyes dark and unmoved. “The average update would take me what, a week or two? That’s a lot of time to invest into a single project, especially when the ultimate use is so limited. How many people can possibly profit from improved protective vest versus how many people improve from an exploding arrow is a really fascinating comparison to make.”
“So you see, Barton, even if I could improve your bow, there’s no logical reason why I should waste my time like this.”
“Tony!” Steve interrupts, scandalised. “Clint’s life depend on his aim! Our lives depend on it! How can you justify not providing him with the most basic necessities.”
Tony doesn’t even try and look abashed, instead he throws his head back and laughs. “This is how you want to play it, Rogers? Because I’m rich and a genius, I owe it to you to devote my time, attention and money to bettering your lives? What about the seven billion other people on this world? Don’t they deserve the same consideration, hm? What makes you so special that I should put your needs before anything else?”
Steve opens his mouth, but Tony doesn’t give him a chance to speak.
“I tell you what this is: this is you realising I’m no longer spoiling you rotten because you are in fact not my kids and I can cut you off whenever the fuck I want. And you don’t like it. Because guess what, I may be privileged, but so are you! You’re heroes, most of the time, as far as the world is concerned. You’ve been living off my money and resources on top of that. You’ve always gotten special treatment and you like that. You’re as far detached from the ‘ordinary man on the street’ as I am, you just don’t have the self-awareness to fucking notice!”
Tony sends them a sardonic smile that does in no way take the sting out of his words. “Don’t worry,” he says, “you’ll still be special. It’s just no longer my name footing that bill. Because we’re not friends. And as a business man, I’m not at all sorry to tell you that you simply aren’t worth investing into.”
And with that he stands, all blinding press smile, sweeps around dramatically, and strides purposefully out of the room. The automatic door closes noiselessly behind him, but he might have as well slammed it shut for all the difference it would’ve made.
It’s likely not a coincidence, that on their next mission Spiderman, Vision and Miss Marvel all showcase new, incredibly features and weapons that can’t have been created by anyone else. And it’s impossible to know for sure, what with the mask on, but Steve is one hundred per cent certain that Spiderman is smirking at them.
He is not wrong.
Let me know what you think? And please excuse any mistakes, I’ll re-read this tomorrow. Also this is the last post for today. I’m tiredtiredtired now and think I’ve spread enough bitterness for the day. And spammed your dashes with enough endless posts probably…oops.
fratboy!jimin smut a sleazy fratboy thinks he could get any girl he wants, until he meets you word count: 2774 genre: smut SMUT!! SMUT!! S MU T warning: sleazy jimin, dom!jimin, explicit language, oral
[a/n]: you’ve been warned!!! this is mature content read at own risk !! this is my FIRST smut EVER !! i apologize in advance if its super bad and super cringe like i have no idea wtf i was doing, i just wrote and props to ppl who write smut bc that shit is hard
You had a huge biochemistry lab the next morning, a calculus test right after, and a literature lecture after bunch. Instead of studying for your classes and sleeping early, you were at some random fraternity party that your friend, Hoseok, dragged you to.
Parties weren’t ever really your scene. You were, a lack for a better term, a goody two shoes. You enjoyed staying in and reading. Cafes, libraries, and parks were your favorite places. You were an overall excellent student, almost top of the class with outstanding remarks. You studied whenever you had the chance to, it was the only way you were able to keep up with classes.
You weren’t completely cookie cutter though. Occasionally, you went to parties when workload was minimal and you didn’t despise frats/sororities. Some of your friends were in sororities and you usually went to their parties, not anyone you were unfamiliar with.
However, Hoseok begged you to join him at the campus’ most popular fraternity’s party. That specific frat had the cutest, hottest boys. They maintained the highest number of hook ups in one night and parties in one week. You avoided them at all cost because even though they were attractive, they were all assholes.
Their parties were usually majority guys and a sprinkle of girls. You were extremely hesitant, but Hoseok wouldn’t stop messing up your lecture notes until you gave in.
“Geez, Hoseok. There are literally no girls here.” You whispered as you made your way to the kitchen. His laugh was barely audible over the heavy music they were playing.
“They’re probably all upstairs..” He paused and pointed to the closed rooms. “In the rooms.”
“That’s so gross.” You rolled your eyes and poured yourself a drink. Their fruit punch was spiked and you almost puked at the first sip. “This is gross.”
“Your tongue becomes numb after a few more sips.” Hoseok’s head darted towards the door. A small group of girls from the sorority down the street had entered. “Enjoy yourself, (Y/N).” He smirked before heading towards them.
“Hoseok—” It was too late. You lost your only friend to the crowd. Glancing around, you noticed that people were either drinking, smoking, or dancing. You weren’t really into any of that. You were regretting your decision of showing up.
prompt:“oh my god! you’re in love with him!” + “have you lost your fucking mind?” + “did i enter an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” + “i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice” + “come over here and make me”
“So, are you gonna tell him or should I do the deed?”
The sound of Steve’s voice snapped Y/N back to reality. She hastily tore her gaze away from the screen of her laptop, allowing it travel across the room to where the blonde super soldier was attempting to clean his shield, not even looking at her.
They were the only people in the room so he couldn’t have been talking to anyone else. Despite this, Steve’s eyes were elsewhere and his tone was so nonchalant Y/N could almost pretend she didn’t know what he meant. But she did.
She cleared her throat, lifting her laptop from her lap and pulling her legs underneath her. She balanced the device on the arm rest instead and attempted to act as though she had no clue what Steve was talking about.
“Tell who, what?” She murmured, pretending her focus was solely on the screen of her laptop even though she could already feel her heart speeding up.
“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”
Y/N watched from the corner of her eye as Steve examined the now clean shield and propped it against the side of the sofa. He proceeded to throw his arm over the many cushions piled next to him and finally looked towards her.
When Y/N didn’t answer, Steve narrowed his eyes in nothing but annoyance. Y/N was being so damn stubborn it was slowly driving him insane.
“You’ve been avoiding him for weeks, Y/N. Every time he enters the room, you turn tomato red and make up some lame excuse about how you have to go. It’s getting kind of tiring,” Steve argued and Y/N sighed. Steve had been pestering her about her crush on Bucky for at least a month now; ever since she drunkedly told him about her feelings, he’s been urging her to confess to Bucky. The only problem was, Y/N didn’t exactly feel like making the first move. So, until the time Bucky would maybe develop a crush on her; or maybe until the time Y/N finally gained some courage, she’d stay away from him and try to repress her annoying feelings. It was a good plan and so far she’d been pretty successful at sticking to it.
“I mean, come on,” Steve continued. “He came to my room a few nights ago to ask if you were alright. He even considered the option of you being mad at him, but then he realised there was nothing he had done wrong.”
Y/N huffed in annoyance. “Just drop it, Steve.”
“I’m not gonna drop it until you finally tell him.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest, cocked one brow and looked at her expectantly.
In response, Y/N shut her laptop closed and stared back at him venomously.
“What the hell do you expect me to say to him, huh? It’s not that simple if you haven’t noticed.”
“Oh my god! You’re in love with him, Y/N! It’s pretty fucking simple. You say three words, you kiss him, and it’s done. Dusted.”
Y/N was up on her feet in under a second.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?”
Before Steve could register what was happening, Y/N was tackling him on the sofa and clamping her hand over his mouth. Steve was mumbling something about watching her language into her palm and trying to fight her off, but Y/N had him pinned down. She wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for the sound of footsteps coming from down the hall and she wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of the whole team knowing about her silly little crush.
“Who’s out of their mind?”
She rolled off of Steve and pretended nothing had happened. Bruce was now in the room, and behind him was Nat and Buck. They had clearly just returned from the city; bags of purchases in their hands and Nat was explaining something to Bucky until Bruce had interrupted.
“Steve, but that’s not news to anyone,” Y/N rolled her eyes and Steve scoffed behind her. He pushed himself up and sent Y/N a warning look before walking over to Bruce.
“What did you guys do?”
He curled his finger around the top of one of the bags Bruce had set down on the chaise lounge and glanced inside. Y/N looked towards Bucky.
“A lot, lot of shopping,” Bruce answered. “We’ve been so busy lately we completely forgot to prepare for our vacation next week.”
Steve nodded in understanding.
“There’s still a bunch of bags in the trunk. Wanna help me out?” The blonde soldier nodded and followed Bruce towards the exit.
“I’ll take my bags to my room and I’ll be right down!” Nat called after them. She gave Y/N a small smile, turned on her heel and headed in the opposite direction.
It was just Y/N and Bucky.
A moment of awkward silence ensued.
“So, what did Steve do?” Bucky asked after a while, toying with the set of keys in his hands. He was wearing jeans and a sweater, no shoes. He probably ran into Bruce and Nat in the hallway upon their return because there was no sign of shopping bags in his hands and he honestly looked like he had just woken up from a nap.
“Steve’s just… being his annoying self,” she answered with a shrug of her shoulders. Y/N slowly pushed herself up from the sofa, walked back to her previous spot and picked up her laptop. She was just about to head back to her room when Bucky’s voice stopped her.
“You’re leaving already?”
She swallowed loudly. “I guess so.”
“Come on, Y/N,” Bucky looked at her pleadingly. “We haven’t hung out in what feels like forever. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks and we haven’t spoken for longer than a minute in, what, two months?”
“I’ve just been… busy.”
“Sure,” he responded, and Y/N could tell he didn’t believe her. It wasn’t a surprise. Her lie wasn’t in the least bit convincing.
“I miss you, you know?” He told her in a voice so soft it made her insides hurt. “I miss you coming into my room at midnight to talk and just, like, watching movies and stuff. Steve hates slasher films and you know I don’t like watching them alone.”
Y/N felt the corner of her lips curling up into an amused little grin. Steve really did hate slasher movies and every time he’d walk in on Y/N and Buck watching one, he’d groan and leave the room as fast as he had entered it.
“There we go,” Bucky chuckled. “Did I enter an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
Y/N hugged the laptop to her chest and rolled her eyes playfully.
“Oh, shut up,” she laughed, and Bucky did, too. “I don’t know, Buck. I don’t really have time for anyone lately. I’m all over the place.”
Buck’s brows knitted together and he shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
“Really?” He asked. “Because it seems to me you have plenty of time for everyone, just not me.”
Y/N released a nervous little sigh. “It’s… complicated.”
She watched as Bucky threw the keys Nat had previously handed him onto the shelf and walked around the sofa to collapse onto it. Y/N didn’t say anything and neither did Bucky for a while. Not until she turned to leave again.
“You know, I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
Y/N stopped dead in her tracks and turned her head to look at Bucky over her shoulder. He was already staring back at her, his arms draped over the back of the sofa on either side of him, and a satisfied grin across his lips. He had her full attention and he was more than happy with that.
A second passed before Y/N turned around to face him fully. She was doing everything in her power to keep her expression neutral.
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,” she muttered, but she was clearly avoiding his gaze, her eyes glued to the shopping bags scattered across the floor.
“I think you do,” Bucky smirked knowingly and Y/N almost gulped. Damn, maybe she wasn’t as good at this whole repressing and hiding thing as she had initially thought. Maybe it was time to come up with a different strategy.
“You like me,” the brunette stated matter-of-factly and Y/N tried to look shocked at his assumption, she really did, but some time between Buck chuckling and her trying to gasp, failing, and ending up coughing, she only ended up looking silly.
“No, I don’t,” she lied pathetically and Bucky laughed again. It wasn’t a mocking sort of laughter; more of a “I can’t believe how bad you are at lying” sort of laughter and Y/N felt like she had been punched in the gut.
“Yes, you do. Steve confirmed this for me, and now I know he was right.”
Y/N pretended to look annoyed. “Steve is an idiot.”
“Damn right, he is. But you like me,” he argued, and Y/N wanted to groan out loud. Her cheeks were burning red and she wanted to hide in a dark room somewhere where no one could find her.
“Shut up,” she told him, trying her best to be serious, but her pink cheeks had Bucky laughing even more. He thought she was cute, and even though Y/N tried to seem tough, with Bucky it wasn’t all that easy.
“I won’t,” Bucky challenged. “I won’t unless you come over here and make me.”
Y/N stood her ground. “I’m not coming anywhere near you because you’re a fucking imbecile.”
“An imbecile, you say? Is that what you should call the guy you’re in love with?” His left brow was cocked and the amused grin across his face was so infuriating Y/N wanted nothing more than to wipe it off of that smug little face of his. But she remained quiet and after a while Bucky stood up again. He walked towards her, and sent her a cheeky little smile.
He was just about to walk past her and leave when her voice stopped him.
“You’re not gonna let me live this down, are you?”
Bucky laughed, and the sound was both endearing and irritating at the same time.
“Not until you find the courage to ask me out on a date,” he answered casually, his left eye dropping into a teasing wink. “I’ll be in my room when you do.”
Summary: You have real feelings for your costar, but you’re afraid that people might call you unprofessional. You decide to ask Cole himself what he thinks about the situation, and his answer is not what you were expecting.
Warnings: smut, not hardcore but still smut, a little cussing, cute Cole, being in love with Cole
Requested by anon:
“I know you already had a request for Cole smut but I’m so thirsty for it, help your girl out??”
“lordchild I know I know Cole is “bad” but THAT SCENE was so god damn hot, I know you’re writing Ross smut next but you’re so good at smut, please write Cole/jughead smut? Please boo?”
His smile is what drove you to do what you do every day. His soft laugh would fill up a room with so much joy, you couldn’t stop from smiling yourself. His eyes would twinkle in the light when he would think of a terrible joke that would be so bad that everyone couldn’t help but laugh.
But nevertheless, he could never truly be yours. He was your costar, Cole Sprouse. It would be incredibly unprofessional to admit to anyone your feelings. Even if you did, they would say it wasn’t real that it was just your mind’s habit.
You and Cole work together in very intimate ways this season on Riverdale. The previous season’s ship, Bughead, had sunk due to several reasons and your character and Jughead had begun to have a very casual relationship.
It was hard for you going from kissing him to pretending you were just friends. But, maybe they were right. Maybe, it was just your mind connecting kissing to real feelings. Or they could be completely wrong, this wasn’t your first rodeo after all and you never felt this way with any of the other actors you had to be in an on-screen relationship with.
You never had butterflies in your stomach when they looked you directly in the eyes, or when they pulled you close while taking pictures at a convention. They never made fireworks explode under your skin when they dragged their fingers along your arm. You couldn’t hold in your feelings for much longer. You were itching to tell someone, and who better to tell than the person who makes you feel this way.
Sitting in your trailer, you decided it was time to ask him yourself and get his opinion on the matter. You grabbed your jacket and walked across the lot to find his trailer, texting him to tell him you were on your way over. Lili was the only other cast member on set today and she was filming currently, so there wouldn’t be any distractions.
As you opened the trailer door, you took a deep breath and steadied your racing heartbeat. Cole was sitting on the small couch in the corner of the room, scrolling through his phone. He looked up with a large smile that reached his eyes, and it just solidified your feelings.
You took a seat beside him and started to make small talk, you weren’t just going to jump into this. You had to build up to it to make sure not to make it awkward.
“Cole, you know my friend, Blair, right?” You fidgeted around nervously, wanting this to go over smoothly.
“The one with brown hair, right?” He questioned with his eyebrows scrunching up.
You nodded in response before continuing, “She came to me last night in distress. She’s currently working on the second season of her show,” you paused to look over at him. He had a focused look on his face like he usually did when you told a story. “Well, like I said she came over to my house last night so confused. She rambled on forever before she finally told me what was bothering her.”
You were about to continue before Cole interrupted, “With Blair? I’ve met her like twice, but from those encounters, I could probably guess it was about one of her shoes braking.” He chuckled and you joined him because it sounded just like her.
“Close guess,” You laughed and he smiled back, “But not quite. It was actually some boy trouble. Yeah, she has completely fallen in love, or so she thinks, with her costar.”
Cole nodded in response, “Well, has she told him about said feelings?”
“No, she is afraid that he won’t take her seriously since they have an on-screen relationship.” You paused to get his input.
“Why would she think this? How does she think he will handle the situation?” Cole leaned back against the couch.
“Well, since they have romance on-screen, she is afraid that he will say that it’s just her mind trying to comprehend kissing someone that she didn’t have feelings before they started to do intimate things.”
“Well, if I remember correctly, this isn’t her first on-screen romance, is it?” Cole questioned while holding eye contact.
“No, you’re right. I brought up the same point to her, but she insists that this time is different, that the way he makes her feel is really real.” You turned completely around and leaned your back against the side of the small couch.
“Really? What did she say about him?” He inquired.
“She said that the way he makes her feel when he places his hands on her body is like nothing she had ever felt before. That even when he says her name, that sparks fly in a way no one has ever been able to make her feel before.” You confessed. You felt as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. Telling Cole how you really feel about him, even if you’re using Blair as a coverup, makes you feel like you can finally move on.
“I think that she should tell him, just confess it all. Put herself out there. So what if people might think it’s unprofessional? Being in a real relationship with your coworker is frowned upon by the majority of people, but fuck them. Look at Miley Cyrus and Liam Hemsworth or Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher, no one is saying shit now that they are happily married and in love.”
That was not the answer you were looking for. You were hoping that he would say that it was just mind games, that she should wait it out. You were second guessing everything you thought you wanted to do. Should you listen to his advice for Blair? After all, that might not be what he wants for himself, what if it’s just what he would want to see. Your thoughts were interrupted when Cole started to talk again.
“And when did you say she came over?” He had a mischievous look in his eyes, but you wrote it off as him enjoying the drama.
“Last night, after I left set, she came over almost immediately. I was so drained from a long day at set that I couldn’t give her a proper answer, so that’s why I’m asking you.”
“Really? Because last night Lili said you spent the night at her house because you were too tired to drive?” Cole looked like he was enjoying this, but you were sure that you had a look of horror on your face.
“Did I say last night?” You chuckled, “I meant sometime last week.” You tried to play it cool but Cole wasn’t buying it at all.
Cole scooted closer to you and brought his hand to your cheek and you leaned into it without thinking about it, “C’mon, admit it. Admit that I give you that rush.”
You were still unsure on how you wanted to handle the situation, so you denied it, “I just got the time mixed up.”
“Then tell me to stop,” Cole said as he leaned slowly into you, “If you weren’t using Blair as a cover up and you feel nothing right now, tell me to stop and I will.”
You were completely frozen, you couldn’t believe this was happening. Coming to set today, you were expecting the opposite of this. You didn’t know what you should do, but you knew you did not want to move from this spot.
Cole’s lips connected to yours and it was more than you could ever dream of. His lips felt soft against yours, and the kiss was tender and kind. Cole pulled away after a minute, but you left your eyes closed.
“Please, Cole,” You mumbled, not really knowing what you were saying.
Cole placed his lips back on yours, answering your plea. This kiss was different than the first, it had more urgency behind it, but it was just as sweet.
Cole placed his hand in the crook of your neck and pulled you close to him. You placed your legs on either side of his waist without breaking your lips from his. You wrapped your fingers in his dyed hair and tugged slightly.
As things started to heat up, you pulled his shirt over his head. You peppered kisses down his neck and on his chest. He leaned his head back against the couch and let out a sigh, trying to catch his breath.
You started to tug on his belt, but Cole placed his hands on top of yours and looked into your eyes, “Are you sure you want to? I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
You felt so giddy, looking into his eyes, that question just confirmed your feelings for him. “Yes. Take me, I’m yours.”
Cole smiled back at you while taking your top off. He pulled you down so he could kiss your neck while one hand massaged your boob through your bra, making you moan his name.
You brought your lips back to his while you unbuckled his belt and tugged on his pants. He lifted his lower half to pull his pants down to his ankles and he took his boxers with it.
“You’re wearing too much clothing for my liking.” Cole joked which made you chuckle as you stood up to take your shorts off.
“You’re beautiful, Princess, come here.” He said in a deep voice. You did as you were told and took your seat on his lap. You connected your lips again and you felt your heart melt when his tongue entered your mouth.
Without taking his lips off yours, he signaled for you to rise so he could line up with your core. You slowly lowered on to him, and let out a deep moan. Cole closed his eyes and opened his mouth like he was going to grunt, but no noise came out.
You adjusted to his size before you started to move slowly up and down. Cole helped guide you with his hands on your hips. You continued the slow pace as Cole whispered sweet nothings into your ear.
“Fuck, gorgeous, you look so good from this angle.” You grunted in response before a knot started to build in the pit of your stomach, and you started to move faster.
Cole grunted under you at the change of pace and started to meet your bounces with his thrusts, and soon you were clouded with pleasure. You swore you were seeing stars as you started to go a little bit faster.
“Cole, fuck, please,” You mumbled barely able to form a coherent sentence.
“Are you close, princess?” Cole grunted between two moans, signaling he was feeling as much pleasure as you were.
“Yes, fuck.” You leaned your head back and closed your eyes before you felt Cole’s hand bringing your face close to his.
“Come for me.” With those words, he sent you over the edge and your toes curled as he continued to thrust up into your convulsing body.
Your orgasm sent Cole into his bliss. He was mumbling word fragments as a sense of euphoria took over. You bounced slightly to let him ride out his pleasure.
You both were sweaty, panting messes and you climbed off him and felt an emptiness as you took a seat next to him.
“Blair wasn’t having boy trouble, it was me.”
He let out a laugh that made you chuckle as well, “I’m not going to say I told you so, but I knew it.”
a/n: I’m back and I finally finished this miniseries! Sorry for not uploading for a while, its summer break and all I want to do is nothing lol. Tell me what you think about this or any of my other writings in my inbox! Also, requests are open, but by popular demand, part two for “Bet” will be next!
First of all, sorry for the slow responses! I forgot that I had to work a shift today, so I wasn’t around all afternoon. Which didn’t leave much time for me to write, but here I am, so lets do this (until I inevitably disappear to get some sleep)! Also I’ve gotten some very lovely asks but I wanted to write this down before I forgot. I thought of this headcanon while I was working and it’s too damn good not to share:
Alright, this happens at some point after CW but before Thanos shows up. The team (without Bucky, who’s still in Wakanda, working on getting his head cleared) is back in the US, having signed some form of revised accords. Steve is no longer team leader, but otherwise they’ve gotten off fairly easily with little repercussions. The tension between the old and new Avengers is obvious and especially Tony is met with outright hostility. It doesn’t help that Rhodey still isn’t in any shape to join the fights and is rarely around.
One day Clint signs Tony up for a parenting class. It’s another not-nicely-meant joke because of all the criticism Tony’s gotten for letting Peter fight. Only, the thing nobody expected? Tony actually goes. Because apparently he’s just that masochistic (apparently part of him still desperately wants to fix, to work things out between them). It earns him a lot of harsh ridicule, but Tony finishes it all the same.
Thing is, the Team Cap is so busy making fun of him, they don’t even notice when things start changing. Little things. When Steve walks into an argument between Clint and Tony and asks the latter “What have you done now?” disappointedly, Tony doesn’t snap something, get defensive or flee. He says “Have you ever noticed that you’re always immediately assuming I’m the one who has done something?”. It earns him another hurtful comment from Clint, and the incident is forgotten.
Until. Until, one day, during a debrief, Steve snaps. “She’s just a kid, Tony!” he yells when Tony keeps insisting on harder training for Wanda.
There’s a moment of silence, before, “Oh. Really? Does everyone agree with that?”
“You’re still not done catching up, Stark? So much for the futurist,” Clint sneers, and the matter is dropped. Or so it appears.
For the rest of the meeting, Tony is quiet. Thoughtful. In retrospect, they should’ve taken it for the warning it was.
That evening, when Wanda orders a new dress online, FRIDAY dispassionately informs her the transaction is impossible, as the price goes beyond her monthly allowance.
After a fruitless shouting match with the AI, she goes to Steve. Who (after a just as fruitless shouting match) goes to Tony. Who shrugs. “You told me she’s just a kid. Nobody, not even she herself, disagreed. I’m treating her like one.”
Suddenly, M-rated movies are inaccessible whenever Wanda is in the room. Once her curfew is reached, all electric devices go into sleeping modus (unless in case of an emergency of course). Talking with Tony, screaming at Tony, proves to be completely useless. Tony refuses to budge. Repeats lessons from his parenting class, about enforcing rules and teaching children boundaries.
And it doesn’t end there. The entire team is cut off from Tony’s money–Steve has to admit, he’s entitled to that, and maybe the team has gotten a bit too used to throwing Tony’s money around. That’s not the bad part anyways, they all have their own salaries from the government, they can still live. Just maybe a little more limited than before.
But suddenly the services they’ve become accustomed to are cancelled. They have to buy groceries themselves. There is no cleaning crew after Wanda throws a temper tantrum–she has to clean it herself or one of her ‘staunch defenders’, as Tony calls them, has to do it for her. New furniture doesn’t magically appear out of thin air, they have to buy it. And suddenly–suddenly the costs are starting to add up.
There’s a list pinned to the fridge one morning–on paper even–with their chores, going from doing the dishes to the laundry, that rotate every week. Who hasn’t fulfilled his one has to do all the chores the next week. FRIDAY keeps track of it, and barring missions and injuries, there are no exceptions.
Being grounded is an honest to god possibility now, including all electronics, for when they break one of the House Rules. And they are all enforced ruthlessly.
They all try to talk to Tony about it–they aren’t children, they don’t have to put up with this shit, it wasn’t funny to begin with, when is he gonna stop this already–but he remains unmoved.
It’s all “You told me Wanda is a kid,” and “I am allowed to set rules, considering you’re living under my roof. And there really is no excuse for breaking them, you are all aware they exist and why. They’re reasonable and you know it.”
And the most damning of them all. “If you’re so grown up and independent, you know where the door is. Walk out. This isn’t a prison, and you’re always welcome back, provided that you’re following the rules. You can walk away any time you want.”
Suffice to say, Clint is getting a lot of shit for signing Tony up for that parenting class. (Tony tells him he really appreciates it because clear communication is important.)
Impulse With Control (a very very brief exploration of keith exhibiting the ability to think before making decisions)
/ this is really brief because oHHH BOY i have so much to say about this and planned. but this is actually an impulsive (HAHHA) meta bc i realised something and got so excited!!! basically, i was just thinking about a particular few seconds of a moment in 1x04. we’ll come to what exactly that is in a moment. but just to recap where we’re At in this situation: it’s highly distressing, pressing and tense.
allura and keith have just been locked out the castle and there’s no telling if they can get back in. the sheer break and intensity of keith’s voice as he yells “no!” and bangs his fist against the barrier just demonstrates how genuinely invested and frustrated he is with what’s going on:
he’s determined to continue, asking allura is they can break through the barrier to which the response just makes clear how truly terrible and serious this situation is.
BUT SOMETHING HAPPENS I JUST WANT TO YELL ABOUT AND ANALYSE DEAR GOD.
now what we should think about is that what im going to bring up comes after allura has delivered some Pretty Bad News:
And whoever has taken the Castle has a crystal, which means they’ll be able to fly the ship. We have to stop them.
now after she says that you see Keith turns his head and blinks pretty rapidly as he does so before asking a question:
How are we going to do that?
and it’shere where something interesting happens. i’ve noticed this screenshot before and always thought it was pretty precious tbh but now im actually sat here thinking more about it i’ve come to a cool interpretation and realisation i just have to share!!!!
so…. guys. this is areally hard blink. like you can see it’s scrunching not just his eyes but his nose a little and there are deliberate crinkles drawn in to demonstrate that this motion is not a natural blink this is a forceful blink. we can see this just by comparing the blink a few seconds before:
you can see this is a natural blink on the frame, and it’s also pretty fast. the hard blink that is significant is actually substantially longer in frames and it’s visibly so.
it feels to me like keith is doing this for a few potential reasons:
to bring himself back to the sharp focus he endeavours to maintain.
you can see throughout this scene how worked up he is about the lack of control of this situation and knowing that shiro and lance (not knowing about pidge’s whereabouts at this stage) are in there, and one of them is also severely injured. this is his team trapped with the Galra, not to mention shiro and keith proves time and time again he is highly aware of the fact that shiro needs support just like everybody else.
so i think personally that this hard blink is kind of like a quicker, more Keith-esque version of ‘patience yields focus’ (abbreviation bc i dont have patience lmao: PYF). it makes sense. keith is quick on the uptake, he’s very direct and his body language is also often very open.
keith employs that mantra often with closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. it’s clear that the closed eyes is paired with PYF bc we see that happening as much each time Keith says PYF. these moments (below) all correlate to moments where keith needs to take time to realign himself and regain focus, it reveals when he may be turbulent inside and grappling with very intense emotions (he’s so passionate)
so building on that there’s also a lot of evidence in canon to suggest keith eternalises this saying and doesn’t always voice it but still applies it (i’ve compiled a few example scenes - but this is something i mentioned briefly here and would love to talk more about! these are all what i would consider either Substantial Blinks or prolonged eye closing that is linked to PYF and what that entails)
here, that’s not really the time or place for this.
allura is also there and probably equally as distressed. one thing about keith is that he’s actually pretty self-aware and aware of his surroundings too. he knows that there isn’t really a moment to fall back to the method of PYF(which notably he only ever seems to really do in private when nobody can see himanyway - bar one exception im sure you’ve noticed above, but that ties more into the Hard Blink kind of thing rather than the Classic PYF, either way we are definitely going to talk about that some more bc i have an entire Mindscape Meta planned).
a full PYF moment would potentially draw allura’s attention and cause more concern they just don’t have time to deal with.
keith is so deeply rooted in the present and this is an unfolding situation where the safety of the rest of the team are at risk he can’t afford to lose concentration or succumb to something irrational because of the stakes.
so the hard blink is snappy, fast.and it engages him again (just doing a hard blink myself it definitely makes you feel more aware and you can feel it in your face).
so basically, keith realises that he needs to take a moment because he wants to make the right choices and not compromise the team, he takes a very brief moment to do what he has to privately.
following that all the blinks go back to the usual natural smooth blinks:
Pidge also starts talking which captures allura and keith’s attention and moves the scene along ect.
TLDR: this is just one example i wanted to talk about bc it’s v subtle but interesting. but the fact that keith is shown many times to take time before making a decision (we also should talk about keith and questioning/challenging things and speaking up about group plans, but that’s for another time) to try and keep himself grounded and level-headed just proves he is not as rash or impulsive as immediately assumed.
instinctive and decisive, definitely. but i don’t believe impulsive and instinctive areentirely synonymous. they both are highly contextual based on the situation (im planning to write up some comparisons of when he’s actually 100% impulsive) - and whilst keith demonstrates he can be impulsive, the times he can take a moment to process a situation, be rational and logical, or take a private moment to get his head in the right place actually outweighs that way more than may be expected.
THAT THING WHEN KIDS POINT AT YOU YELLING QUESTIONS
WHEN YOU ARE VISIBLY DISABLED
It kinda sucks. It really sucks. I like
kids and I work with kids and I’m totally used to it
and it still sucks. It hurts my feelings.
I didn’t become disabled and get an
instant magical free training in how to teach kids about disability
and diversity. I also didn’t sign up for a delicate unpaid
education-and-outreach job every time I go to the frickin’ grocery
store. (I actually don’t have time for that).
BUT. And this is a big butt.
I am actually learning to love it, this
stupid important unpaid job that I didn’t even get to choose.
I know I know, I have an unfair
advantage because I already thought kids were ridiculous and
hilarious to begin with. And I worked with them before I started
using a wheelchair. But working with kids and having to have the
disability conversation in so many iterations so many times over is
teaching me a whole lot about this whole situation! And it got much
less stressful after I realized this helpful key secret:
kids don’t actually have a problem with
Especially compared to the adults you
encounter who will or won’t ask about it and will or won’t hire you
or date you or what-have-you, so many kids have absolutely no problem with disability. Unless the media // the
adults around them have gotten to their brains before you, this whole
conversation might be alarmingly simple, quick, and painless:
“hey why are you on that?” [“on
that” refers to my wheelchair].
(whenever possible I put down what
I’m doing in order to smile and make eye contact for this. It will
probably be less than 20 seconds).
“oh my wheelchair? Great question!
I have a disability that makes my bones crack easily, so it’s safer
and faster for me to use a wheelchair sometimes. It’s just how I
help my body be at its best!”
“did you have any other questions?”
[I only throw that in on good days]
[kid goes to play]
My advice is to expect Scenario One. All you gotta do to prepare is have a one-sentence explanation of your assistive device / disability that you
feel comfortable with. Kids do not give a shit about your diagnosis, and you don’t need to prove anything to them. All they need from you is a simple,
I * always * explicitly use the word disability
for a few reasons. I used to just casually say “I fractured my leg”
which was also true, but kids learn really early on to feel pity
for someone who has an injury, so they would say things like “ohh I
feel bad for you” or “oh when will you get better” which always made the conversation longer and more uncomfortable. Then I realized
I had a lot of power in shaping their interaction with disability
(and their response to it) in these brief encounters, and also I GET
TO DECIDE HOW I ANSWER! So I revised my answer to frame my injuries
(and my wheels), as a normal, casual part of my life. Feel free to
use my exact wording if it helps you:
“oh my wheelchair? Great question!
I have a disability that (very basic explanation)
so it’s safer and faster for me to use a wheelchair
sometimes. It’s just how I help my body be at its best!”
Okay I studied sociolinguistics in
college so here’s my geeky little break-down:
“oh my wheelchair?” ←
gives a nice nonchalant “oh this old thing” vibe and sends the
message that it’s okay and normal to talk about wheelchairs.
“great question!” ←
teaches the child that disability is not shameful
“I have a disability that
___” ← addresses the taboo right away, deflating any
tension, awkwardness, and curiosity in the rest of the conversation.
Suddenly you have all the power here, since there’s no
“so it’s safer and faster for
me to use a wheelchair” ← emphasizes the positive attributes
of assistive devices. You could also say “it helps me do
everything I want to do” or “my wheels are faster than my feet”
or whatever you want. Again, simplicity works for you in this.
“It’s just how I help my body
be at its best!” ← hopefully kids are already getting some
messaging about taking care of their bodies: brushing their teeth,
eating a snack, sleeping enough, etc. This line should be relatable
to them and also caps the conversation in a helpful way: it’s almost
like saying “this is just how it is” and creates a sense of gentle, positive closure.
My personal opinion on the matter of disclosure is
that the vast majority of kids don’t care at all about the fancy name
of your disability. I don’t emphasize simplicity because I think kids need to be talked down to, I emphasize simplicity because it keeps the conversation clear, casual, and quick. In the adult world, disclosure is practically
demanded of disabled people: even if they don’t ask, everyone wants
to know what, exactly, is “wrong” with you. So my choice in not
naming my specific disability in these conversations with kids is
conscious and political. Not disclosing my diagnosis keeps our
conversation out of the medical sphere (disabled people are so
over-medicalized anyway) and gives us a chance to connect
human-to-human. Some people feel that sharing a diagnosis will raise
“awareness” for their illness or disability but I’m not sure that awareness is what I
need from kids. I don’t need them to be aware that my bod has wonky
collagen production, I need them to know how to interact with me
respectfully. I’m not adamantly against specific diagnosis
disclosure, (again, YOU GET TO CHOOSE what you say in these
situations!) but I also don’t think it’s necessary or important and I
think more often than not, it derails the conversation. Especially if you already didn’t have time
for this to begin with. Guaranteed, a diagnosis
disclosure will add time to this convo.
Often kids will ask what happened
to you, assuming that you’ve had some kind of accident. I have a
congenital disability, so even when I * have * fractured and had an
‘accident’ and that is why I’m wheeling instead of walking, I usually
just casually say: “oh, nothing happened! Same old me. I have a
disability…” and continue my spiel from there.
They will also ask
what’s wrong with you (which is the hardest to stomach) and I
do the same thing: “oh, nothing’s wrong! I just have a
disability…” etc. If I’m just absolutely not in the mood or if a
kid seems weirdly aggressive (which is almost never the case, but it does happen), I’ll cheerfully say “oh nothing’s wrong, but thank you so
much for asking!” and that usually shuts down the conversation.
Lovelies, I know how fucking painful this is. Ugh it sucks so much. But it does get easier and gentler and sometimes kids say really goofy things that you get to laugh about later. This conversation is yours. You get to do as you please with it. Have fun. If you want, for little ones throw in an afterthought: “plus it gives me magical powers. But don’t tell anyone.” Having someone look at you like you could be legitimately fucking magical might make your day.
Hell, you ARE legitimately fucking magical. Go you for reading this and thinking about this and doing you.
It breaks my heart when I see people give up on herbs too easily.
More and more people are turning to herbs because there is a growing disappointment with using pharmaceuticals for chronic illness.
Many people are getting fed up with taking a pill that never really cures their illness and gives them awful side effects. Maybe they are concerned about acetaminophen giving their young child asthma (1) or they see the growing evidence about the risks associated with statins (2) and they say enough is enough!
From this moment forward they vow to never resort to drugs again and instead try a more natural and holistic approach thus leading them to the world of herbs and herbalism.
But sometimes their love affair with herbalism is stopped short.
They reach for the closest herb book, try a few remedies and then declare that the herbs don’t work! They tried using horehound for coughing with no relief. They tried meadowsweet for their headache to no avail.
They begin to wonder, “Are herbalists a bunch of delusional wood fairies touting the miracles of something that never works?”
As much as I would love to be considered a wood fairy, I’ll have to say no, this is not the case. I’ve seen herbs work hundreds of times. I’ve seen them work for serious infections as well as serious chronic diseases. I’ve seen them work when modern medicine failed.
Yes, herbs work!
I want to share a handful of reasons why herbs might not work in a given situation.
1. Improper dosing (either too little or too much)
When buying over the counter drugs like NyQuil or Tylenol, they come in a package that is clearly marked with the dosage instructions. Generally these are very simple instructions. “Adults take 2 tablets, three times daily.”
Herbs don’t always come with directions. If you buy bulk herbs the dosing instructions are absent entirely. If you buy a tincture or a bottle of capsules the dosage listed on the bottle has most likely been chosen by the FDA’s labeling mandates and not by an herbalist.
I am not going to lie to you. Dosage in the herbal world is confusing.
In herbalism dosage varies from person to person, from plant to plant and from preparation to preparation.
A 15 minute infusion of a teaspoon of nettle leaf will not extract the same vitamins and minerals as a four-hour infusion of an ounce of nettle leaf in a quart of water.
A few drops of lobelia tincture can promote relaxation. A strong cup of lobelia tea could make you vomit.
One way I commonly see dosages being flubbed in herbalism is people using small amounts of tonic/adaptogen herbs in tincture, versus the traditional use of large amount of tonic/adaptogen herbs as decoctions or powders. (As always go with what works, but if you aren’t getting the results you’d expect after taking 5 drops of ashwanganda tincture twice a day, consider your dose!)
Frequency of dosing can also be an issue. During acute illnesses we generally use slightly smaller amounts but with more frequency. I may take elderberry elixir 1-2 times each hour at the onset of an illness for example. General recommendations are to take herbs 3 times a day, but that won’t cut it for acute illness.
2. Low quality plant material
Herbs often don’t come with an expiration date. Quality can also vary significantly and will suffer greatly if the herbs have been improperly harvested or improperly processed.
Plants decay. They simply go bad. The rate at which they do this varies significantly from plant to plant. If you’ve just pulled a bag of herbs from your back shelf and had to blow off an inch of dust… well, they are probably not at their prime.
I really like you, you know? (Zach Dempsey x Reader)
Request: “Can I request a fic with Zach where the reader and Zach are snapchatting. The reader is really sleepy because she’s been staying up late to get homework done and being so tired, she accidently tells Zach she likes him a lot. (Can it be fluffy and a little angsty?)”
It was still 4:30p.m., but you were already tired and longing for your bed. You tried really hard to keep your eyes open, but they had their way of beating you. Finally, you gave up. You got up from the table you were occupying on the school’s library, picked up your stuff and walked home.
The second you got into your room, you took of your shoes and slowly climbed into your bed. You hadn’t even closed your eyes yet when your phone lighted up and buzzed.
“How hard is it for a girl to get her beauty sleep in this wicked world?” you mumbled like a real drama queen, talking to the walls. You reached out lazily for your phone and, suddenly, all your complains went away. The top notification was a Snapchat from Zach Dempsey.
After waiting a while (in your mind, opening it up too quickly would make him think you were desperate), you finally saw his chat. It was just random letters, probably sent by mistake. You rolled your eyes, not believing you created all that expectation in your head. What were you thinking? That Zach freaking Dempsey snapchatted you saying he was madly crushing you?
You sent a question mark back and put your phone away. It only took five seconds for it to buzz again.
“You have got to be kidding me”
You didn’t want to look, all you wanted was a nice nap. Your curiosity spoke louder, and you picked it back up.
Zach Dempsey: Oh hello Y/N this is Zach and I stare at your Snapchat stories like an idiot
Zach Dempsey: I’m lovesick because of uuuuuu
Zach Dempsey: let me be the juliet to your romeo
Zach Dempsey: I’m juliet coz I’m a little girl
You realized it was one of his friends joking around, and laugh softly. You decided to mess around too.
You: I knew it.
Zach Dempsey: that I’m a little girl????
You: oh yeah. it’s common knowledge.
Video call from : Zach Dempsey
You didn’t expect this. You didn’t know if you should pick up or not. You decided to go on with the game, so you fixed your hair and made sure you looked okay. You pressed “answer” and Justin Foley’s face showed up on the screen. It looked like they were at the gymnasium, probably practicing basketball.
“Yo Dempsey! I got your phone man” Justin yelled, and the camera focused on Zach, who was standing at the other side of the gym. “You shouldn’t have told me your password!”
“Dude what are you doing?” Zach rushed over and tried to get his phone out of Justin’s hands. You giggled and, with that sound, Dempsey just stopped moving. “Foley. What was that?”
Justin showed him the screen, and his eyes widened when he saw your face.
“Well hello there” you said, not knowing what to do.
“Y/N, hi. I-uh, hang on, I’ll call you back okay?” The screen went black and his face disappeared. You waited for the call and, since it didn’t came, you tried to sleep again. Unsuccessfully, you should add.
Grumbling, you kicked your covers away, picked up your books and started studying again in your desk.
You were so entertained by your homework you almost missed the notification from Zach. Almost. You unlocked your phone and checked it out.
Zach Dempsey: Hey, I’m sorry for earlier. Justin is an idiot
You: It’s okay 😂
You weren’t really expecting an answer after that, but fortunately it came.
Zach Dempsey: well anyway
Zach Dempsey: wyd?
You gave the pile of papers and books in front of you a sad glance.
You: homework. u?
Zach Dempsey: just chillin I guess
You sighed, jealous of his procrastination.
You: let’s trade please, I can’t stand biology anymore
Zach Dempsey: send all the bio stuff for me. I’ll do it for you, I love bio
What a cutie. He loved bio.
You: don’t give me ideas, Dempsey. I’ll send it for real
Zach Dempsey: lol
Zach Dempsey: you can come over some day and I’ll give you a hand
Oh my god. Zach invited you to his place. You and him, at his house. What a time to be alive.
You: that would be nice :)
Zach Dempsey: so… I’m sorry if that’s like way too intrusive but I wanna ask something
You: dear lord… shoot
Your heart skipped a beat. Was he really going to ask you out?
Zach Dempsey: are you and colin jensen a thing?
Well, apparently not. No dates for miss (Y/N) and mr Zach Dempsey.
You: who tf is colin jensen?
Zach Dempsey: you know, skinny dude who works at crestmont
You let out a loud laugh.
You: you mean clay jensen?
Zach Dempsey: probably
Zach Dempsey: anyway
Zach Dempsey: are you guys together?
You: no sir
The conversation just went on and on, and you liked Zach more and more by the second. He was sweet and funny, and talking to him was just so nice… but you really, really needed to sleep.
You: hey, I gotta go
Zach Dempsey: why??
You: I need some sleep
Zach Dempsey: it’s eight o'clock my lady
My lady. Jesus Christ.
You: I know
You: but I didn’t sleep last night
Zach Dempsey: what were you up to?
You: at a date with my usual partner
Zach Dempsey: 🤔
Zach Dempsey: usual partner?
Zach Dempsey: oh, I see
Zach Dempsey: but can’t you stay just a little longer?
You: that’s not a very good idea
You: sleep deprived (Y/N) usually talks more than she should
Zach Dempsey: one more reason why you should stick around w me
Zach Dempsey: this conversation is about to get interesting
Zach Dempsey: stay pleease
Well, he was asking… you guessed it couldn’t be that bad staying up just a few more minutes.
You: okay, I’ll give you some extra time
You: what do you wanna talk about?
Zach Dempsey: let’s play a game
You: what kind of game?
Zach Dempsey: nothing special, just asking each other some questions
You: ok fine, you go first
Zach Dempsey: I’ll take it easy on you because it’s the first question
Zach Dempsey: we’re just warming up
Zach Dempsey: what’s your favorite color?
You laughed again.
You: how original my man
Zach Dempsey: I’m one of a kind
Zach Dempsey: your turn
You: I’m not extending the courtesy of taking it easy, sorry
You: are you and justin dating?
He sent you a picture of his face. He was frowning, trying to cover a smile.
Zach Dempsey: you’re lame. that’s a terrible question, and the answer is no
You: that was a valid question
Zach Dempsey: there will be a payback
Zach Dempsey: you better believe in karma
Zach Dempsey: my question is why are you single
You didn’t really understood the question. You rubbed your eyes and yawned.
You: what do you mean
Zach Dempsey: I mean, you’re beautiful and smart and funny and I just don’t get how can you not have a boyfriend
You froze. Before you could realize the huge mistake you were making, you sent him the most stupid confession ever.
You: I couldn’t date anyone because you’re the one that I like, and it’s like a lot
Your eyes widened when your own words sunk in. You really should have stopped the conversation when you had the chance. Damn it, damn it, damn it. You waited anxiously for his answer. He opened the chat, visualized your message and…
He ignored it.
You even waited a few minutes but there was no response. “Well, congratulations (Y/N), you ruined everything as usual”, you thought, and climbed up your bed. You picked up your blankets from the floor and covered your ashamed and self loathing body.
It felt like you had just fallen asleep when a noise woke you up. Scared, you almost fell on the floor. It sounded like… knocks?
You picked up a baseball bat you kept on the floor (just for hitting strangers because you couldn’t even play any sports) and looked around. Suddenly, you saw Zach outside your window.
“Oh my god!” you whispered, in shock, and opened the lock so he could come inside. “What are you doing here? Jesus I only have my pajamas on!”
You covered yourself with your arms, which made Zach laugh.
“I came here because I wanted to know if what you said was true. You know, the I-like-you-a-lot thing” he asked in a serious tone.
“God just forget I said it, it’s embarrassing really” you looked away from him.
“I don’t think so”
“Well, that’s because you don’t have feelings for someone who doesn’t like you back” you whispered, trying not to get your parents attention.
Suddenly, Zach’s hands were on your waist and he pulled you close, with nothing but an inch of air between your bodies. Your heart started beating like crazy. One of his hands went up to your jaw and caressed it. His fingers made their way to your lips, separating them.
“Who said anything about not liking back?” he whispered too, and then pressed his lips against yours.
Sooo I hope you liked it, I’m sorry if it’s different from what you expected!
pairing: kim namjoon | reader genre: graduate school au / fluff, smut warnings:
sub!namjoon, begging, a cock ring, and light bondage. word count: 7,180 description: in which a night of grading papers about robots becomes a night where you get your payback against rival grad student, kim namjoon. author’s note: this is a very, very, very late christmas gift to @jungnoir but better late than never amirite? anyway, enjoy this piece! also, this is probably the dirtiest thing i’ve ever written so… just let me live…. rip.
For many graduate-level students, there is only one day that truly means the world to them. It’s a day where they’ll be chosen to either teach a classroom or assist said person. In your university, pairs are created for these courses. Many of which are targeted toward impressionable first years but anyone’s welcome to partake in the experimental class. The department of any major -in this case, Philosophy- hears back on your progress at the end of the term, then from there even biggers decisions are made. The research component of any subject is easy, but being able to convey it to a large crowd is what the department heads look for. In all essence, it will make or break you as an aspiring teacher.
Your anticipation only proliferates as the red marks shrink the previous days to the forthcoming circle for the upcoming Winter quarter. And today is finally that day.
With a buzzing all-time high, you find yourself among the select eight in your graduate program. Many of whom are just as excited as you are, even Namjoon but you opt to ignore the silver-haired man just to keep your own buzz going. With some luck you won’t have to deal with him anymore. Hell, maybe you’ll even have Hani as a partner. Or Minhyuk.
Soon enough, Professor Lim enters, and everyone immediately sits straight and leans forward.
The salt and pepper-haired man laughs, “It’s good to see everyone looking so alive today.” Meeting each and every one of your wide eyes as he takes a seat at the head of the crudely formed circle of chairs by Namjoon, he asks, “Is everyone ready to hear the pairs for this year’s Introductory Philosophy class?”
There are nods and murmurs in response. Of course, they’re ready. They’ve been preparing for this since the start of the program.
His eyes twinkle beneath the mediocre fluorescent lighting before he gives a nod, “Alright, well, let’s get down to it then, yeah?” He receives a chorus of affirmations, earning another hearty laugh of his, “The following pairs shall be Namjoon and Y/N…” But the moment he says yours and Namjoon’s name, you can’t seem to register anything else.
Fuck… Out of everyone in the room, it had to be him.
Summary: Four months later, and it starts with a phone call and a slightly more-than-absurd request. Pairing: Taehyung | Reader Genre: Fluff; Post Breakup AU Word Count: 4,738
“You want me to do what?”
Taehyung visibly winces at your tone of voice, while not over accusatory or threatening or aggressive, is just enough to make him realize the ridiculous notion of his previous request. It had been slightly absurd even before he had decided to brave towards a phone call, but now that the words are out there, it’s even more absurd. He tries to picture you now: your eyebrows knitted together and your lips jutting out into that adorable pout that he use to trace out with his finger before pulling you in for a kiss, nips and bites and anything to make your pout turn into the smile that he loved so much.
He swallows thickly as soon as he hears you humming on the other side of the phone, enough to drag him out of his trance, enough to make the statement burn itself into the back of his head: the statement that you weren’t his girlfriend anymore and he couldn’t just kiss you because he wanted to.
You clamped your mouth shut, your eyes darting around the room to avoid his gaze. Your fingers scratched the sheets, your heart beating faster as you felt the bed shift. Then there was a feathery touch at your cheek, and you gasped, your eyes snapping back to his as his fingers lightly ran across your jaw.
“I don’t think you want me to kiss you,” he muttered, his fingers still softly caressing you. “Look at yourself, you’re terrified.”
8:34 am. Y/N: I hope you have a really great day today! Remember to eat and don’t overwork yourself! If you need anything, I’m just a simple text away! :)
8:45 am. Hyunwoo: Yup.
Namjoon smacks his head on his desk, his phone falling through his fingers and onto the wooden surface. He begins to feel his throat tighten from guilt but he suppresses it, inhaling a large breath as he sits up. He shifts the phone aside and opens the file folder, pages and pages of old text messages printed out in front of him. Before noon today, Namjoon has to read all of them and find out the client, Hyunwoo’s, texting habits and mannerisms in order to mimic.
8:34 am. Y/N: I hope you have a good day today too! I know you’re probably really busy today so don’t worry about giving me a call. I’m doing fine here. Good luck on your meeting with the shareholders! Dad mentioned it yesterday so I just wanted to wish you luck. :)
Namjoon can’t fathom how you manage to send a text every single day at the exact same time. What he also doesn’t understand is how your fiancé can consider it annoying or clingy. If anything it’s kind of swee- ding!
Request (Anon): Tom and the reader have a fight so she won’t sleep in the same bed as him
That’s how long you and Tom have been together. Exclusively at least. You’ve known each other for nearly six years, each of those years spent denying feelings for one other. So, whenever Tom finally silenced the words of encouragement from both his head and his friends and told you how he truly felt it was no surprise to anyone how easily the two of you fell together. Over the years, the two of you have had your share of fights. Best friends always do. Maybe that is why he hadn’t expected your first fight as a couple to have such a terrible fallout.
He wasn’t prepared to be on the other end of words that caused tears to fall from your eyes, or to be the one incapable of making them stop. Throughout the majority of your friendship, he’d been the one to comfort you in times like this. He was always the one to talk you out of moments of self-doubt. Only, today, he had nothing to say.