this party might not be so bad after all

costbenefitacenalysis  asked:

sorry, can you go into the distinction you make between redemption and atonement?

No problem!

Mm, okay, so I guess the first thing is that I’m still looking for a term that I really actively like, as opposed to don’t dislike, for the general concept of “character works to become a better person after doing a lot of bad shit, in a way that preserves the dignity and personhood of everyone involved”. I’m a touchy picky weirdo about language and concepts when it comes to things that relate to “you did bad things and/or are a bad person” in most respects.

That said - the main thing I’m trying to get at with distinguishing redemption and atonement (for lack of a better term), is distinguishing views and narratives focusing on external decrees of one’s moral state, often invoking consciously or subconsciously the idea of a prior “morally purer” version of oneself that needs to be returned to; and those that focus on the nitty gritty details and aspects of day to day living that go into becoming a person who does less harm to others. Redemption conjures more this idea of striving toward a standard that some third party has set, where after you meet that standard, you get to be all shiny squeaky clean like you were before you did Bad Stuff, and your personality and conduct might well just slide mysteriously into decency with minimal conflict after a single Grand Gesture symbolizing your moral about-face, not so much effort otherwise required. Atonement, to my view, makes you think more of an ongoing effort put in, one little bit at a time, to repay others for the wrongs you’ve done, and learn more beneficial ways of viewing the world and acting in it compared to those that led you to your past actions.

Specifically, posts like this one and this one I think get into a bit more detail on the concept of redemption, and how that sort of hidden conceptual baggage about morality makes attempts at writing “evil character becomes good” stories fall flat. Also related is this one that I wrote the other day, if on a slightly different aspect of the whole issue.

And that’s not at all to imply that trying to write an atonement arc instead (much less just switching vocabulary and calling it that) is necessarily going to avoid these issues? Whereas a bad redemption arc makes me think of an author who just decrees “okay yup you’re Good now” without changing the character’s behaviour (or changing it in a way that seems more like a stock photo of The Contrite Bad Guy than the original character), a bad atonement arc makes me think of enforced public shaming and self-debasement used as a punishment gauntlet the character needs to pass through in order to “deserve” to think of themselves as not Horrible Bad Evil all the time.

Which tbh is why I’m still not crazy about that particular term, or really any terms that are widely understood in a broad sense to mean, “you did bad shit before and now you’re doing good shit explicitly to make up for your past”? There’s a really fine line to walk in the way our cultural mindset is scaffolded, when it comes to the relationship between past harmful deeds and desired/attempted future beneficial ones, I think. It’s too easy to fall into desiring punishment rather than improvement. and while awareness and reflection and motivation regarding harm you’ve previously caused is absolutely vital and necessary for improvement, that aspect is something I tend to shy away from emphasizing when I talk about narratives - simply because in many other places, it does get a lot of play and tends to get tangled up in really nasty ideas about being deserving of kindness or basic human decency, and a person’s worth depending on how well they can conform to pedestal-izing narratives.

…this got a bit away from me, but I hope that makes my thoughts on the matter clearer? Thanks for asking!

Jay Park - Unspoken Rule Pt. 2

Part 1

Originally posted by andupinda

“Dude, just hire her as a photographer if you want to see her again so badly,” Gray said with an amused chuckle.

“What?” Jay snapped out of his thoughts and turned his head to his friend who was grinning at him widely. He was so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even realized that someone was talking to him.

“You’ve been staring at the wall for the past ten minutes without saying a thing,” Simon pointed out, joining the conversation. Of course he wouldn’t miss out on a chance of teasing Jay. It was way too much fun, especially since Jay was a bad liar.

“I wasn’t thinking about her,” he quickly denied. His prompt denial making it a little too obvious that he was lying.

“Well, then I guess the wall’s just that interesting,” Simon said jokingly while he rolled his eyes.

“What’s stopping you? You usually wouldn’t be so reluctant if you’re interested in someone.”

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anonymous asked:

Oh no no you are not annoying at all! What I meant is an MC with really similar personality of Jihyun (V). I really hope that it's more understanding now but it wouldn't be a bother at all for me to reword it one more time of needed to. I can't describe what so I just put it simply like this . I'm really sorry about it

I understand now Anon, sorry you had to reword it. I hope you like the headcannons, sorry if it wasn’t what you wanted. 


  • “Huh MC you remind me of     someone…”
  • Oh no
  • Oh. No. 
  • Oh come on!
  • Kinda can’t get passed it at     first
  • Because like??? It’s V
  • The man Yoosung disliked beyond     belief     
  • He tries not to see it but it’s     not easy…
  • It’s sought of like the while     ‘comparing-to-rika’ thing but with V    
  • It’s highly annoying 
  • “Gah! I’m sorry MC, you’re     just like him… I can’t get it out of my head…”
  • It hurts 
  • “Would it be better if I     were more like Rika?”    
  • “Yeah! Rika was     amazing!”
  • “So can you not like me     for me, Yoosung?”    
  • That made him feel absolutely     horrible     
  • After that he stops seeing you     and V as a combined thing     
  • He sees you
  • He sees V 
  • And that’s how it is 
  • If I’m completely honest I     don’t think Yoosung could fall for someone who is like V
  • Maybe after the truth comes out     he could see you in a different light 


  • Didn’t notice the personality     similarities at all
  • If you had the same hobbies as     V, she might notice     
  • “Oh MC, you’re in to     photography? So is V, you should talk to him about it”
  • Unless someone points it out,     she probably isn’t gonna notice    
  • If someone does point it out,     she’s confused
  • “But, MC is MC? And V is     V? They’re different”    
  • Jaehee you’re missing the point 
  • She does notice it now
  • So at RFA parties she compares     you two, not in a bad way, and sees what people are talking about 
  • but it doesn’t bother her
  • She loves you, not V
  • Even if you are similar, she     fell in love with you, not V. 
  • Practically Perfect in every     way is a great description for Jaehee 
  • That being said, sometimes she     has to stop herself from questioning if you and V are related 
  • Probably does some sort of research 
  • She’s just curious ok


  • Kinda sees it but kinda doesn’t     it 
  • Like Jaehee, he’s more of a     ‘but they’re their own persons’ kind of person 
  • He’ll get really defensive if     Yoosung anyone doesn’t see you as you    
  • Also, he knows how pressuring     and scary it can be if you’re forcibly compared to someone else 
  • And he really doesn’t want you     to change because he loves you    
  • He finds it very amusing when     you and V talk, because it’s like V is talking to a mirror
  • Probably has to stop himself     from asking V why he’s talking to himself a lot 
  • But Zen appreciates your kind     and caring nature     
  • He’s fine with you sharing     traits with V


  • noticed it straight away 
  • Asked if you knew V before hand
  • You know how you sometimes     adapt friends characteristics when you’re around them a lot?
  • He thinks maybe that’s what’s     going on because you’re so similar    
  • He finds it so easy to talk to     you 
  • And V isn’t around much, so he     really needs someone     
  • He’s glad you’re there to help     him
  • Of course, he sees you as your     own person
  • It was a little weird to have     romantic feelings for you    
  • Because it was kind of like     having feelings for his best friend    
  • But it was you??
  • He’s gets over it quickly     though
  • He really appreciates the     understanding nature you and V shares    
  • And he loves seeing you and V     talk, because it’s like the two brightest suns in the world colliding 
  • It’s beautiful 
  • Also apparently Jumins poetic 


  • Probably jokes about it at     first
  • Of course
  • Says you and V are long lost     twins     
  • But then all the stuff with     Mint Eye happens
  • He probably pushes you away     more than he would with anyone else 
  • You’re like him, what if you     hurt him as well?     
  • Can you really be that     different?     
  • It takes some time 
  • But 
  • He loves you, he does, but give     him some time to accept that V betrayed him
  • Let him sort out that it was V     and not you     
  • Once that’s done he needs you     by his side
  • Your understanding and caring     nature really helps him    
  • He stops thinking about V after     you, it hurts him too much to think of you as him
  • Or to think that you are     similar     
  • Or that you might hurt him
  • No, no that’s not fair on you. 
  • So, he puts V out his mind, and     you’re just you.


  • please don’t make him think     about that
  • Please don’t make him see your     face when he has nightmares about killing that man
  • If he compares you to V, he     will start seeing himself kill you. It wasn’t you, but what if it was?
  • He didn’t know V, the only     thing he knew was he was once an obstacle in Rika’s way
  • That’s what he did think, now     he sees him as an innocent man that lost his life 
  • Because of him
  • So he doesn’t think you have     similar personalities     
  • And even if he did know V and     who he was     
  • Why the hell would he care? 
  • He loves you not that man 
  • But please don’t make him think     about you and him being similar 
  • It will hurt him so much
  • Whoever pointed it out better     be ready for the backlash     
  • Because if Saeran starts to     think about that
  • It will break him 
  • So just keep being yourself and     keep being there for him     
  • And let him love you for you 


  • Someone pointed it out, and he     just kinda…
  • Who?
  • The kid that got killed by the     Saeyoungs brother?     
  • Okay sure whatever you say…
  • He didn’t know V, at all. 
  • So??? 
  • Gives 0 shits 
  • In general if he has a partner     that is as kind, sweet and considerate as V he’ll wonder what we did to     deserve it      
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Heyyy, it’s Reece again, I didn’t know you write smut so could you write an Archie x reader smut please? Idk about the plot so maybe you could come up with it, BUT do make Archie and me start as friends first please. If you don’t remember details about me then, I am African-American, 5'4, and have short nrown/auburn hair. Sorry if i seem bossy. THANKS💖💖💖

Warnings- Smut and strong language

Word count- 1729

Tag list - Unkown-Chronicles

“Archie do I have to go to Cheryl's party? I really don’t want to go.”

“Come on Reece it’ll be fun, come on for me?” He stretched out moving form your side to face you his eyes looking for a reaction. 

“So you’re telling me you are asking me to not only come outside and socialise at the dance but then go to the party after wards?” You said crossing your arms over your chest, he didn’t respond but still looked at you with puppy dog eyes. 

Fine I’ll go but you owe me Andrews.” He smiled and nodded wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

The bell rang signalling for you to go to class, you both had biology, which you personally hated, but hey you had to get it done. 

“Right partner up! Disection today!” Your teacher yelled, sending the class into a frenzy of who was going to pair up with who.

I’m with Betty!” Veronica called

“I’m with Kevi-”

“Nope hes with me.” Mose stated as he walked by slightly pulling on Kevin’s arm. Kevin pulling a helpless face. 

You glanced around your eyes landed on the the unusual pairing in front of you, the two redheads, their whispering was slightly unnerving. Your eyes still focused on them, until Cheryl quickly turned back her eyes locking onto your own. You quickly diverted your head down, your short brown and auburn hair fell in front of your face, looking down at the frog in front of you.

“Hey Reece, can I sit here?” You looked up to see Jughead. You nodded at him, smiling in the process. He pulled the seat out from next to you.

“Unusual isn’t it? Them two.” He said his pen pointing in their direction

You shrugged your shoulders in response, you were very protective over Archie, you’ve known him since you were both kids, you witnessed him being hurt, especially after the Miss Grundy situation. 

~~ Time skip to the dance ~~

You had done your hair in lose curls, minimal makeup nothing to drastic. You were wearing a pale pink dress that came mid thigh, you had nude heels on to give you a boost on your height of 5′4. You didn’t have a date to the formal instead you were just going to go as a group of friends, you were currently waiting in your hall, for the knock on the door.

Once you heard it you opened the door, smiling at the group of faces you were met with. 

“My god Reece you look amazing” Your best friend smiled at you his hand lightly gripping yours to help you down the stairs in front of your house.

“Thanks Arch, not to bad yourself, and everyone else looking as beautiful as ever”

They all smiled and giggled in response, you never really attended the formals, but you made a promise to Archie for after the formal, so you might as well go.

The night was going amazing so far, you’ve danced with every member of your group, and if you were being honest you were enjoying your self massively. 

“Two seconds guys I’m just gunna get a drink.” 

“Well, Reece, I heard you are coming tonight. I even heard that you are going to come to the after party at my house. Correct?” Cheryl sneered, her eyes darting over your appearance. 

“Yeah, that is correct, I made a promise to a friend.” You simply said your arms crossing over your chest looking Cheryl directly in the eye. The air became thick with tension, both of you not backing down. 

“You guys okay?” You heard Archie say, his hand cupping the small of your back.

“Yeah fine, don’t worry about it.”

A smirk rose onto Cheryl face, “Interesting…see you both later on.”

When you arrived at the Blossom mansion, you couldn’t believe the size of it, of course you had heard of it, its the dark mansion with it’s own grave yard. You had this weird chill that rushed over your body, sending goosebumps to the top of your skin.

“Right everyone time to play 7 minutes in heaven, lets go clockwise. Reece your first, spin the bottle then.” Her face was so smug she clearly knew what she was doing. You rolled your eyes, you honestly couldn’t be bothered to play stupid games of Cheryl but you went ahead anyways. You spun the bottle and it was kind of in slow motion, the bottle spun slowly, you watched every person that it passed. Then it stopped, you looked up to be met with Archie.

“Right then the pair of you in the closet, I’ll get you in 7 minutes” She said smiling and clapping her hands with excitement. As you both walked to the closet whoops and cheers were heard behind the pair of you. 

Once you entered the closet, you struggled to find a light, the area was cramped enough you would’ve fought that you would’ve found it by now, you stumbled in your heels, falling slightly onto Archie, his arms reaching up to your waist forming a slight tight grip to steady you, thank god you were still in the dark, you were able to hide the blush that was forming on your cheeks. You hand searched for the light still, it was only when you turned it on you realised how close you were to him, your hands rested on the tops of his arms, ready to push your self up, but you couldn’t do it, and Archie couldn’t push you up either, you both stood their looking at each other questioning what to do next, the silence was comfortable not awkward. 

“Archie-” You whispered unsure of where you were going to go, you never had this tension between the pair of you.

His lips came crashing to yours, his hands flew up and tangled in you hair pulling slightly, you both pulled away for a split second, looked in each others eyes, giggling at what just happened, you looked down and looked up again to meet Archie’s gaze, you both closed the gap again, this time more passionate, hands griping each other, his hands slid to the bottom of your back, his left hand traipsed down to your butt , squeezing it slightly you moaned into his mouth,

“Fuck me that’s hot” He whispered against your lips, his hands still needed your butt, you moved your lips to his jawline, nipping every now and then, his head rolled back to allow you more access. 

“Alright love birds times up come on out.” Cheryl’s voice boomed. You both pull away from each other, slightly out of breath, chests rising at a rapid pace.

You opened the door to be met by Cheryl standing their smirking, you coughed slightly to give the impression that you were sick Archie quickly caught on,

“Yeah Reece, isn’t feeling too good so I’m going to take her home, thanks Cheryl.”

You both left, his hand cupping your lower back, guiding you out of the mansion, “How about we continue at my place?” He whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“You got it Andrews” You smirked, biting your lip after you said his name.

What happened next was a blur, once you entered the house clothes were flying off, your shoes first then your dress, you were now standing in front of him, slightly ashamed at the fact that your underwear wasn’t matching. He in front of you only in his boxers, both looking at each other up and down, with looks of nothing but admiration. Various of red marks were scattered around his body. He walked closer to you, his hands moving his way up from your back moving to cover your bra strap, pulling slightly to pull at the hooks. You raised your shoulders to let the straps fall forward, your arms snaked out of the restraint. His hands cupped them straight away, rolling your nipples in between his fingers, pinching them causing them to become erect, you hand traced his bulge. His breathing quickened his eyes became darker full of lust. 

“Fuck this” he muttered. His hands moved to cup your butt, giving you the signal to jump. you wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms crossed behind his neck your lips connected, you ground your hips up and down his bulge hoping that soon enough he would get the message. He moved to pin you against the wall, he left only one hand supporting you while he moved his boxers down, his member finally was free of the constraints. His hand then moved to move you underwear to the side, he rubbed his member up and down your slit, trying to stimulate you even more. You moaned at this contact, you scratched your nails up his back, sure to leave marks once you’ve finished.

Archie I swear to god, put it in” You breathed out still slightly annoyed at how long he’s taking. He chuckled at you looking at you from the corner of his eye, raising one eyebrow. 

Out of the blue he suddenly thrusted into you, you moaned at the sudden contact, he grunted as soon as he came to a standstill. 

You are so tight Reece, Jesus.”

“Archie move please” 

His hips snapped to meet yours, moving at a fast pace, your feet dug into his butt making him to go deeper every time he entered you. Your name rolled of his tongue, your toes curled in pure ecstasy, you felt a knot developing in your stomach, knowing that soon enough it will come undone.

“Archie, I’m close.”

“Me too Reece, hold on please baby” He grunted thrusting harder and faster into you.

This knot built up and burst within your stomach, causing you to clench around him, helping him to come to near the end. Once your high had settled, his thrusts got sloppier, you pushed your self off him, dropping to your knees in front of him, wrapping your hand around him, slowly rubbing him to his release, his hands wrapped in your hair tugging slightly, you replaced your hand with your mouth allowing him to come undone within your mouth. You swallowed his loads licking your lips and looking at him through your lashes, the question on both of your minds,

“What was going to happen from now on?”

So I’m back sorry I’ve been away for a long time, i have requests that I’m writing if yours hasn’t been posted don’t worry it’s on its way. If you would like to leave a request then feel free to submit and there’s a master list over on my blog.

excuse my bad handwriting

author: blueshade 

Meanie with Junhao


Warnings: Very brief mention of smut

Author’s Summary: Mingyu’s just relieved there’s another sober person at this godforsaken party. Even if that other person might potentially be a serial killer (?) in his free time.(Mingyu pinpoints the name after five seconds—Jeon Wonwoo—and double-takes. Wonwoo’s in Mingyu’s calc class, and he always sits in the back and never speaks. Which is all fine and dandy, but he’s hot, so people talk. Accounts of attempting to ask the boy out have been catalogued as an acceptable horror story to tell around the campfire.But Mingyu does not give a shit about that right now. He’s desperate. So he grabs the water bottle and says, “Please help me.”Wonwoo’s eyes widen. “Excuse me?”) [5 (wildly incorrect) theories about Jeon Wonwoo that Mingyu’s heard and the 1 fact that he discovered for himself.]

Notes: Fluffy slow burn oneshot with awkward meanie. I love their dynamic in this!

Length: 14410 words // Oneshot 

thirtysixsavefiles  asked:

11 with that sweet sweet rhysothy please :O

sweet sweet rhysothy is goddamn right.

college au, with rhys and tim both being embarrassing bc they’re gay like that.

(for this prompt meme)

The first time they kiss, it’s at one of Fiona’s parties, and it goes great, all two seconds of it, until Rhys has to turn away and throw up. Thankfully, he misses Tim’s shoes. Fiona’s poor houseplant isn’t quite as lucky.

They don’t see each other for a few weeks after that, but mostly because Rhys avoids any place Tim might be like the plague.

Not that he has a bad habit of running away from his problems or anything.

It doesn’t help that Tim has an identical twin who’s everywhere on campus, so Rhys ends up forced to go to the terrible cafe next to the old sports building instead of the campus Starbucks, just to avoid both twins, just in case. The coffee’s terrible there, but neither twin ever goes near the area, so he sucks it up, and endures his shitty caffeine fix. It’s like penance, for being drunk when kissing cute guys or something. That’s what he tells himself, anyway.

Three weeks later though, because Rhys has the worst fucking luck ever, he turns a corner to get to the shitty cafe, and Tim’s right there, looking at him with wide, surprised eyes.

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anonymous asked:

IDK if this has been done before. Reacts of the RFAs when they found out that MC is a dude at the first party and had been replying to their text as a female because majority refused to acknowledged when he said he is a guy. He had been going a long with the chats they had shared and does sort of had feelings towards RFAs (due to being a shut in, getting attention from them made him think he likes them romantically?) Hahaha, this may came off into a comedy!

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- Zen was going to have a heart attack

- When you were ‘MC’, and even Seven confirmed it, he had to stop himself from grabbing seven and dragging him off somewhere private to give him a piece of his mind

- Still….

- He held out his hand, going for a firm handshake, then deciding on a full blown hug instead.

- “So…Did you still enjoy the selfies?”

- You busted out laughing, but he did too.

- Okay, maybe it wasn’t so bad. The two of you were still friends, after all. It’s not bad at all.

- Though, after the party, you did tease him about some NSFW things he had alluded to in the past, and you still being interested

- He may or may not have choked on his drink


- How in the fuck did he miss this

- He didn’t mind you being a guy, but it kinda explained the no pictures of you anywhere in existence

- A lot of guys didn’t share photos…maybe?? God, he just didn’t want to admit he might have fucked up looking into you.

- Otherwise, he didn’t mind. His mistake kinda paid off when he got to see everyone’s expressions- Even Jumin was shocked. Score!!

- But when the two of you talked alone, he sheepishly admitted he thought you were joking around with him.

-“I guess the world’s greatest hacker didn’t figure that one out. Does it bother you, though?”

-“I meaaan… I still stand by all the flirting at least.”

-Haha, your blush was so cute!


- He was going to KILL Seven, oh my god.

- His red faced said it all- He was embarrassed on never even just making sure if you were a guy or not.

- It…Kinda explained why you never answered the phone. He thought you were just ignoring him…

- But, he firmly shook your hand anyway! He told you how happy he was that you were willing to put up with all of them- To help the RFA grow

- He wasn’t expecting a hug from your at the end of the party, but it was nice… So he wasn’t complaining…

- “Mc, if, you know, you ever wanna try out LOLOL….”

- “Sure!”


- Side-eyed Seven so fucking hard

- Is it even a side-eye, or just a full on death glare?

- But he clears his throat and apologises for treating you like a woman and not listening to you otherwise

- (Damn you, Seven)

- Otherwise, he continues to treat you like normal. I mean, the two of you did get along well

- And you laughed at his jokes…

- After the party, he’d propose possibly drinking some wine together and letting you see Elizabeth 3rd. I mean….You really were a fan of cats, and nicer than the others, so…


- She sputters a bit once she realizes, blushing pretty hard. She’s so embarrassed!

- (Is this what it feels like to get tricked by Seven?)

- But she shakes your hand firmly, acting like she’s not blushing at all.

- Otherwise, it’s pretty chill. She seems to blush around you almost as much as she does around Zen. Maybe she’s not used to guys being as nice as you were to her?

- (You didn’t go after her based on her looks, either…)

- She’d sheepishly ask if you still wanted to watch some Zen DVDs later, and when you laughed and told her you still wanted to, she actually lightened up a bit and laughed back.

- Okay, maaaybe it wasn’t too weird. You were still easy to talk to.

Like I Do // Isaac Lahey Imagine

Hey y’all! I just started this account a few days ago. This is my first imagine so I hope you all like it. It’s pretty lengthy, fair warning. Also, feel free to request anything!

Warning: Smut, Swearing
Word Count: 3,582

6 months. It’s been 6 months since you’ve been broken up with your ex-boyfriend, Isaac Lahey. You spent countless nights crying your self to sleep, wondering where everything went wrong. As far as you knew, things were perfect. You were both so in love, or at least you were. Isaac made things easier. The grass was greener, the sky was bluer and there was a certain brightness that resonated within you whenever you were with him. It’s scary to be that in love, to base your happiness solely on one person. Maybe you knew from the beginning that, that was a bad idea. You just ignored it because the way your heart beat in your chest whenever you saw Isaac smile or the way you felt so safe when he wrapped his arms around you were good enough reasons for you.

He left you without a valid reason and that is what hurt you the most. He left for France without even telling you that, that was where he was going. The words “I just need to focus on myself” echoed in your mind almost every sleepless night. What kind of reason was that? You couldn’t help but feel like you did something wrong. Were you too clingy? Did he find someone better? God, you hoped not. The thought of another girl kissing him and staring into his oceanic eyes while he said he loved her almost made you sick to your stomach. You felt pathetic for pinning over him months after he left. No calls, no texts, nothing…for all you knew, he could be dead.

Allison and Lydia, the two greatest friends you could ever ask for, were tired of seeing you in such a broken state. It broke their hearts to see you lifelessly go through the motions of the day, the same dull look in your eyes. Every day, they tried and tried to make you feel better but unfortunately, nothing seemed to work. You wished you could find a way to be happy again but every time you began to feel a sense of yourself again, something as simple as the color blue to match Isaac’s eyes would send you on a downward spiral again.

One day, your best friends had finally had enough of your wallowing in your sorrows.

“Get up. We’re going to a party.” Allison demanded, barging in your room as if it was her room too. Her and Lydia were both carrying bags from Forever 21, a look of pure determination painted on both of their faces.

You looked up from the book you reading, one of the only distractions you had to offer yourself. “A party? I don’t think so.” You said simply, returning your attention back to your book.

Lydia plopped herself down on your bed and practically tore the book from your hands. “No, Y/N, you’re going and there is nothing you can do or say that will allow us to let you stay in tonight.”

You groaned, rolling over in your bed. You placed your hands over your face and let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m really not up for this and you know that.”

“Look, I know that it’s been tough. I know that you’re still hurting but it’s been 6 months. You can’t let your life stop over a broken heart.” Allison began, taking a seat next to Lydia. “It sucks but you eventually have to move on.”

You knew she was right and you hated her for it. “Can’t I just have one more day of wallowing in my self-pity?”

Lydia shook her head. “Absolutely not. You’ve had enough time.” She stood up abruptly and practically dragged you out of bed. “Now, come on, Allison and I bought some really cute outfits for tonight.”

It took everything in you to actually put effort into getting ready. Going to a party was the last thing on your list of things you wanted to do to recover from your broken heart. However, you knew that Allison and Lydia were not about to let you get away with staying home another night. If you can’t beat them, might as well join them, right?

It took about a solid two hours, but you were finally all ready to go out. Putting make up back on your face and wearing more than just a sweat shirt and sweat pants put a little color back in your eyes. Honestly, you were slightly excited to go out and that surprised you. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. The three of you piled into Allison’s car and headed to whatever party they were taking you too.

“Wait, where exactly are we going?” You piped up, the realization that they could very well be kidnapping you settling in. They were your best friends, so they probably wouldn’t do that but you never know.

“Stiles convinced Derek to allow him to throw a party in his loft.” Lydia answered excitedly.

Your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. “Are you kidding?”

She shook her head. “Nope. It took awhile but eventually he just gave in.”

You settled back against the seat, clearly impressed. You would have to congratulate Stiles for his breakthrough later. In a few short moments, Allison pulled into the parking garage and you headed into Derek’s loft. Anxiety bubbled inside you. You don’t know why but being at a party for the first time in a long time gave you so much anxiety. It’s like you suddenly forgot every social rule in existence. Allison gripped tightly on your hand, probably half because she could sense your anxiety and half because she was scared you would bolt at any second.

You could feel the music pulse through your veins as soon as you were inside the loft. To your surprise, the loft was packed with people. Black and blue lights illuminated the once dull loft. You weren’t even positive that you were in the same pack meeting loft as before. Immediately, Scott jumped up the stairs and placed a sweet kiss on Allison’s lips.

“Welcome to the party, guys.” He smiled. “Nice to see that you got out of bed today.” Scott turned his attention to you and you blushed slightly.

“Thanks.” You replied meekly.

“Come on, let’s dance!!” Stiles made his appearance known. He grabbed both of you and Lydia’s hands and dragged you both to the dance floor.
You knew that you would look stupid standing in the middle of the dance floor not dancing. You forced yourself to feel the beat of the music, moving your body. Eventually, you found yourself smiling and having a good time, something you haven’t felt in such a long time.

At some point, a boy with sandy blonde hair and green eyes slid up behind you. Normally, you would have turned him away. There was no way you were looking for another guy and even if it was just dancing. For some reason, you were feeling quite free. You deserved to have a good night and dancing with a guy wasn’t going to kill you.

His hands slid down to your hips and even with the slight uncomfortable feeling that was in your stomach, you kept dancing. You glanced over at Lydia who gave you a thumbs up and mouthed “he’s cute” at you. You smiled back at her and continued to dance. You don’t know how long you dance with this mystery boy when you heard a voice that brought chills to your skin. It was a voice that you were certain you would never hear again.

“I think you’re done here.” The voice said and you looked up to meet eyes with a certain blue ones that made your heart stop.

The boy removed his hands from your hips, a very confused and slightly irritated expression on his face. “What’s your deal, man?”

All Isaac had to do was flash his eyes yellow and the boy was gone in a heartbeat. There you stood in the middle of the dance floor in complete and utter shock. There was no way Isaac was standing in front of you. This had to be some sick, twisted dream that you would wake up from any second. Your eyes trailed over him, your heart beating so loudly that you could barely hear the music. His hair was shorter and a slight stubble covered his chin. He was too dreamlike to be real. He turned to face you and you looked him in the eyes for the first time in what seemed like forever.

“Hello Y/N.” He shouted over the music, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Anger suddenly started to boil up inside of you. Who the hell did he think he was, showing up out of nowhere and scaring away the cute boy you were dancing with? He didn’t have a right to do that. He lost his entitlement to you the second he decided you weren’t worth sticking around in Beacon Hills. Part of you wanted to slap him and part of you was still in utter shock that he was standing in front of you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You shouted, the sharpness of your voice surprising yourself.

“Can we talk?” Isaac ignored your question and asked one of his own. You didn’t really have a chance to respond before he lightly gripped on to your arm and pulled you through the crowd of people. He maneuvered you through the crowd of people and up the stairs to wear his room used to be in the loft. As soon as you reached his destination, he let go of your arm and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I seriously have no idea what the hell you think you’re doing.” You shouted, clearly aggravated.

“Apologizing.” He stated.

Your eyes widened and you scoffed. “Apologizing? You’re about six months too late.” You responded coolly.

“Y/N, I didn’t know what I was doing back then-” He started but you cut him off.

“That is the stupidest excuse in the book.”

“Please, just let me finish.” He pleaded, taking a step towards you. You immediately took a step back. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I was scared. You deserved a better life than I could give you. By dating me, you got involved with all this werewolf drama and I figured that without me, you’d be safer.”

You almost laughed at his explanation. “Really? You left me because you were scared for my safety? Did it ever occur to you that whether or not you were in my life that I was still going to be involved with all this werewolf stuff? I became best friends with Allison and Lydia. I got super close to Scott and Stiles. Hell, I even clicked with Derek! Regardless if I was with you or not, I’m still going to be surrounded by all of this!”

Isaac just stared at you. He opened his mouth just to close it again. Your rolled your eyes and turned on your heel. Of course he grew quiet. He knew you were right and you definitely knew you were right.

“Where are you going? Back to your new boyfriend?” Isaac responded with an evident bitter tone.

You turned around sharply. “You don’t get to be jealous. You don’t get to be angry over me being with some over boy. You left me, Isaac. You went all the way to France and never once bothered to call or text me. You do not get to show up here, unannounced and be angry. I moved on. Isaac.” You knew you were lying. You hadn’t moved on, not even in the slightest. But you couldn’t let him know that. You couldn’t be weak around him. There was no way you were going to give him the satisfaction that you hadn’t moved on.

“You moved on?” There was a painful twinge in his voice and it made you cringe.

“Yes.” You said softly. You didn’t care if you hurt him. He hurt you far worse.

You heard him step closer to you and this time you didn’t move. “Does he know you as well as I do?” You heard Isaac ask. When you didn’t answer, he took another step forward. You could feel him behind you, the heat radiating off his body. “Does he know how thunderstorms scare you and how laying tightly against someone’s chest is the only way you’ll relax?” Again, you emitted no response.

Isaac got even closer to you, his hands landing on your hips. “Does he know how you can’t sleep unless it is absolutely freezing in your room?” You wanted to respond but you couldn’t. It was like your voice box had ran away, kind of like you wanted to do right now. The grip he hand on your hips grew tighter as he pulled you flush against him, your back touching his chest. He craned his head down, his lips pressing against the shell of your ear.

“Does he know how you like to be touched?” He whispered huskily in your ear. You shivered involuntarily, cursing yourself for having such a reaction to one simple little question. His lips pressed against the side of your neck and they trailed downwards. You wanted to push him off. You shouldn’t have been allowing him to touch you. But of course, your body failed the thoughts in your brain. “Does he know about this little spot on your neck that makes you weak without fail?” He mumbled against your skin before kissing the spot where your neck dips into your collar bone.

His lips brushed up and down your neck and your breathing was sporadic. Your heart pounding so loud that Isaac wouldn’t even need his werewolf hearing to hear it. He hands left your hips and he lightly trailed his fingers up and down your arms, sending shivers down your spine.  His lips latched on to that one spot on your neck and you knew you were completely gone. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, a slight moan escaping from your mouth. You could feel him smile in satisfaction against your skin.

Isaac moved away from your neck and swiftly turned you around. His hands cupped your face and he leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You melted in his arms, his lips molding so perfectly to yours. So much time had passed and he still knew exactly how you liked to be kissed. His hands left your face and trailed down to the back of your thighs. He tapped them slightly, signalling for you to jump up. You jumped and he hoisted you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

He pressed you against the wall, a moan coming from you at the sudden coldness against your back. He attacked your neck with kisses, trailing farther and farther south. Your fingers racked through his short curls, earning a shiver from him. Isaac pushed you both off the wall and carried you to his old bed, gently plopping you down before crawling on top of you. He kissed you again, the passion making the blood pump faster through your vein. His hands slid underneath your shirt, pulling it over your head and breaking the kiss. Isaac began to kiss down your chest, kissing the tops of your breasts and reaching behind your back to un-clip your bra.

He tossed your bra somewhere, immediately taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You whimpered softly, shutting your eyes tightly. He sucked on your one nipple while his hand pinched at the other one. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter with every passing second. Feeling Isaac touch you like that again was sending you in complete oblivion. Isaac trailed kissed from your chest down to the waistband of your jeans, carefully un-doing them and pulling them down your legs, followed by your panties.

You were completely exposed to him and even though this wasn’t the first time, you felt self conscious. Who knows what other girls he was with while in France? His eyes raked over your body and all you could think about was how he was surely comparing your body to the other girls he had been with. Almost as if he was reading your mind, he whispered a sincere “Christ, you are so fucking beautiful.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up and he smiled before kissing up and down your inner thigh. You were throbbing at this point, so complete desperate for some kind of relief. 6 months was a long time without sex, especially with Isaac. He slowly kissed up, the anticipation building with each kiss that was closer to your core. You were a mewling mess. “Please Isaac, just stop teasing me.” You begged.

You could feel him smirk against your inner thigh before finally you felt his lips on the place you needed him the most. He licked expertly against your clit. You arched your back, moaning his name. With every suck and lick, he brought you closer to the edge, your toes digging into the sheets of the bed. Without warning, he slid a finger inside of you, curling up in just the right way. You were so close. “Oh my g-god.”

Isaac could feel you clenching around his finger. He added a second one, lightly scraping his teeth against your clit. Within seconds, you tipped over the edge. Your orgasm spread through your entire body, your legs shaking as Isaac allowed you to ride out your orgasm. Once your body stopped convulsing, he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. He undid his belt and pulled off the remaining garments.

He hovered over you, resting his forehead against yours. You could see the lust swirling around in his eyes but this was so much more than just make-up sex. He still looked at you the way he did the first night he ever told you he loved you. Your heart swelled up and you swore you had stopped breathing.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?” He asked, slightly panting.

You nodded. Isaac searched your eyes for any sign of doubt and when he didn’t see any, he kissed you passionately, positioning himself at your instance. Slowly, he pushed himself inside and you both moaned simultaneously. He gave you a few seconds to adjust to the feeling before he began thrusting in and out. You scratched your nails down his back, your moans and his groans bouncing off the concrete walls. The other werewolves in the loft could probably hear you guys but you didn’t care.

“I forgot how you could you felt.” Isaac grunted, speeding up his movements.

With every thrust, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to that edge again. Isaac’s eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly agape and the look of pure ecstasy on his face. He slipped his hand between the two of you, starting a figure-eight pattern with his fingers on your clit. You moaned loudly and arched your body into his. You felt yourself start to clench around Isaac and his movements began to get sloppy.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so close..” he moaned breathlessly in your ear.

A few seconds later you felt yourself fall over the edge, your orgasm rippling through your body like a wild fire. Isaac wasn’t too far behind you, collapsing on top of you. You both were breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies. Isaac eventually rolled off of you and you both stared blankly at the ceiling. The silence was overwhelming and the reality of what you just did started to sink in. Guilt and humiliation ran through you. You were supposed to be angry at him. He broke your heart and left you in shambles for six long months for God sakes!

You suddenly shot up, full intentions of leaving before Isaac grabbed your hand. “Y/N, wait.” You relaxed at his touch and slightly adjusted your body so you were facing him. “You don’t know how sorry I am. I know that there is nothing in this world I can do or say that will make up what I did to you but I swear I’m going to die trying.”

The intensity of his words and the look in his eyes told you exactly how he felt. “You broke me, Isaac.”

He sighed heavily. “I know and I’m never going to forgive myself for that. Y/N, please, just give me another chance. There was not a day that went by where I didn’t think of you. I swear I was going crazy without you but I just truly believed you would be safer without me. I still love you and I know that I always will. Just please, let me try and make this right.”

Your heart skipped a beat when he told you he loved you. His pleading eyes were slowly withering you down. “Fine. I’m only allowing this because to be honest, I know that I’m always going to love you too.”

Oath | Ch.13 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by kookieluvcookies

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rostoria + party

  • astoria greengrass never partied. it wasn’t in her nature.
  • but she didn’t have a choice. not this time.
  • it was her sister daphne’s engagement party.
  • astoria was surprised she was marrying a weasley, but she was pleased.
  • it meant that daphne was changing into the person astoria knew she always could be.
  • so she had to support her, even if her parents didn’t.
  • astoria knocked on the door at the burrow and nervously pulled her emerald green dress further down her legs.
  • she blushed as soon as someone opened the door.
  • it was ron weasley. he didn’t know her, but she knew him.
  • she always thought he was beautiful in his own way.
  • and now, he was even more handsome.
  • “i-i’m here for the engagement party,” she said lamely.
  • she watched as his cheeks turned pink, and that perplexed her. but she didn’t point it out.
  • he replied by saying, “i know. you’re astoria, right?”
  • she nodded and tucked a curl behind her ear. they stood out in the cold for awhile until one of his older brothers came and slapped ron’s shoulder.
  • “let the woman in, ronald. it’s freezing outside.”
  • ron turned to glare at his brother, “thanks george. i was handling it just fine.”
  • astoria heard george snicker as he passed by, and as astoria walked in, she watched as he put his arm around hermione granger.
  • astoria’s eyes widened at the realization, and ron noticed.
  • “we aren’t together anymore,” ron told her plainly, “she’s like my sister, who is now with my brother. it’s weird.
  • ron’s cheeks flushed again, and astoria smiled at him kindly.
  • “it’s okay,” she reassured him, “i get what you’re saying.”
  • he rubbed the back of his neck and smiled shyly at the ground.
  • he walked into the living room and astoria followed him.
  • she saw daphne sitting on the couch, and as soon as they caught eyes, daphne got up immediately to hug her.
  • “thank you so much for coming,” she whispered in her ear, “it means a lot.”
  • as they pulled away from each other, astoria nodded.
  • “of course, daph. i will always be here for you.”
  • she smiled warmly, but then realization dawned on her, “mum and dad aren’t coming, are they?”
  • astoria had dreaded this moment, and she sadly shook her head.
  • daphne nodded to herself as this information sunk in, but charlie came up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist.
  • “let’s not dwell on what can’t be changed,” he told her softly, “this is our day.”
  • she weakly smiled up at him, “i know, and i love you.
  • “i love you, too.”
  • he bent down to kiss her softly on the lips, and astoria looked away as he did so.
  • and when she looked to her left, she caught ron staring at her.
  • he blushed and immediately looked away, but she walked up to him and tugged on his sleeve.
  • hey,” she said reassuringly, “i don’t mind.”
  • he shoved his hands in his pockets and nervously asked, “do you, uh, want to go outside and talk? i’m not one that really enjoys parties unless the food is out.”
  • she chuckled and her gaze fell on the kitchen.
  • mrs. weasley and a beautiful blonde were playfully bickering as they were preparing food.
  • but then she answered him, “sure, i’d love to.”
  • he led her out the back door, and she tugged her jacket closer to her chest.
  • “are you cold?” he asked her, “i can go get you another jacket.”
  • “oh no,” she reassured him, “it’s fine.”
  • then she performed a heating charm.
  • “that’s nice,” he told her, “you did that so swiftly.”
  • she smiled shyly, “thanks.”
  • they stood in silence for a few moments until ron cleared his throat.
  • “i think it’s really great what you did for daphne. coming here, i mean.”
  • “she’s my sister. i’d do anything for her.”
  • ron nodded to himself and then looked down at her.
  • she looked into his eyes, and she felt chills run up her spine.
  • she wondered if the heating charm was wearing off, but it wasn’t.
  • she swore he started to lean down closer to her lips, and her breath caught in her throat.
  • but they both jumped back once they heard the back door open.
  • “dinner is ready!” george called playfully, “i hope i wasn’t interrupting anything.”
  • ron glared at him, “no, george,” he hissed, “you weren’t interrupting anything at all.”
  • his tone made astoria smile to herself, and she followed a disgruntled ron back into the house.
  • and as soon as she was through the door, george stopped her and teased, “i think he likes you.”
  • she chuckled lightly and told him, “i think i might like him, too.”
  • then she winked as she walked away.
  • george hooted behind her, and that’s when she knew it was going to be an interesting night. 
  • maybe parties weren’t so bad after all.
Xx Cherish xX Fennel oneshot.

Birthdays, they’re supposed to be happy and to celebrate the joyous day of one’s birth. Yet… the one who was born on this day could find no such joy. What was there to celebrate about a broken youth like him? Fennel had managed to make it through most of the party with a fake smile. He had replace his flower crown because it had wilted slightly. He also had to use a white concealer to hide the shadows under his sockets.

After the cake candles had been blown out and everyone had eaten the vegan cake, it was time to dance. Everyone was having a splendid time, all except for Fennel. He was leaning up against a tree, everyone else too busy to notice he wasn’t enjoying his own birthday. Suddenly the upbeat music turned into something else…something that caused Fennel’s soul to ache with agony.

Every guest had brought a cd to play on the cd player and one of the guests had brought their own personal playlist. The song that was now playing was torment to Fennel, he didn’t want to hear it. He wanted it to stop, he couldn’t handle it, he could feel his soul race in full blown panic. Please…no, please make it stop. He hugged himself as he trembled in sheer agony and horror.

If I could begin to be
Half of what you think of me
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to love

Fennel couldn’t handle this, he could see his family and friends… all of them….finding the one that meant the most to them. He could see them embracing each other and begin to dance slowly, some even singing along as they nuzzled each other. Some of them even kissed each other as well.

When I see the way you act
Wondering when I’m coming back
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to love
Like you

Fennel’s soul was throbbing in agony, he could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks. He couldn’t do this anymore, he couldn’t be here anymore. He had to leave, there was nothing for him here. Nobody needed him, everyone was so perfectly happy without him. Everyone had someone, no one needed his love. Nobody had ever wanted it in the first place.  

He was always the third wheel, always the one who craved what he couldn’t have. Love was always out of his reach. It mocked him, what a harsh and cruel wicked thing love was. There was no love for Fennel here, no one had enough love for him in their souls to share.

He’d never have what they did, he’d never experience the feeling of someone loving him. He’d never have his first kiss, first date, get engaged or get married. Nor would he ever have his own family. He’d never have a baby girl, he had always dreamed of having a daughter when he was old enough to dream such dreams. But here he was, still alone, with nothing to show but a broken soul and a wilting flower crown.

I always thought I might be bad
Now I’m sure that its true
‘cause I think you’re so good
And I’m nothing like you

Fennel took his chance and silently slipped away, he was sure no one would even notice he was gone until after the festivities of the party ended. He made his way to the edge of the woods, he looked back over his shoulder. No one had noticed he had slipped away, figures. No one ever noticed.

He could remember all the times when he’d accompany his friends placed, but no one would ever notice that he slipped away. Once he, Friday and Ara had gone out for a picnic. However Friday and Ara, though they probably hadn’t meant to, were so caught up with each other that Fennel began to feel ignored.

After a few hours into the picnic, Fennel slipped away. Feeling like a burden to the both of them and unwanted. Plus it hadn’t helped that the two shared a few kisses right in front of him. Though he felt like a horrible monster for that, it’s not like they knew that he loved them both. It’s not like they knew that he had wanted to kiss and cuddle the both of them.

It’s not like they knew…they were making his soul crack little by little. And then there was Lorelai and Zay. After Fennel had finally let go of his infatuation for Friday and Ara, he had fallen for Lorelai. They had been so close… so very close. Fennel felt as if maybe…maybe Lorelai could be the one to mend the cracks that still called his should their home.

But then, they met Zay and everything changed right before Fennel’s eyes. Before he could even begin to comprehend what was happening, Lorelai and him began drifting apart. Fennel had tried to keep Lorelai close, but Lorelai always wanted to see Zay.

It wasn’t long before Fennel realized that Lorelai had fallen in love with Zay and more cracks had formed when he had realized it. This time Fennel had fallen in love with only Lorelai, so it wasn’t as bad this time around as it had been with Friday and Ara.

With a heavy heart Fennel knew he had to move on. He stopped hanging out with Friday, Ara, Lore and Zay for the most part. They all had their own lives and they were all happy with each other. They hadn’t really noticed Fennel had all but mostly vanished from their circle of friends. Or if they had…well they didn’t confront him about it or say anything.

Fennel knew however that they hadn’t meant it. Fennel was the one that had pushed all his friends away. He’s the one that isolated himself, he’s the one that pulled away. None of them could have known how he had been feeling. He never told them, nor did he tell the other few people had had a crush on over the years how he felt.

He was too afraid, he had began to convince himself love wasn’t for him. That it wasn’t in his future, the there wasn’t enough love in the entire multiverse. That no one could mend his broken soul. No one could mend something as broken as him, it was impossible. He was too broken to be loved.

The sound of the party faded away into silence, the only sounds were the crunching of leaves under his feet and the whispers of the wind around him. He just picked a direction and walked aimlessly. He didn’t care where he was going, it didn’t matter. He didn’t want to be hurt anymore, if he was alone no one could hurt him ever again. He’d still be lonely… but at least he’d never love and be broken even more when love slipped away from him again.

He continued forward for hours? Days? Weeks? He didn’t know, all he knew was by the time he stumbled into a clearing he was exhausted. He was hungry, cold and his skeletal frame ached. Within the clearing he found a lone and crumbling, broken well. It was just like him…alone and crumbling, broken.  

He managed to make it over to the well and sit on the side of it. It was dark, yet there was still starlight and moonlight pouring through the cracks of the mountaintop above him. It was here that he broke down, that he sobbed. That he wailed his sorrows to the stars and the moon above him.

This continued on until everything hurt, he was hugging himself, trembling. He was a shivering and sobbing mess. He was lost…he didn’t know how to get back home. He wanted to go home, what had he been thinking? He was afraid and so cold, so very cold. The darkness seemed to stretch on forever into a vast void. Which way was home? Why had he come out here!?

He regretted everything, he wanted to go home. He wanted to see his family and his friends. He wanted his mom and dad… he wanted to go to sleep in his own bed. He wanted to be warm, clean and fed. But here he was, hungry, cold, dirty and not in his bed. Fennel had called for his parents and his friends.

But nobody came.

Except for a stranger. Fennel froze up as his soul began to race within his rib cage, he could see a hooded figure. However, there was a soft and warm light surrounding them. This light was inviting and soothing. As soon as the fear of being alone had come, it vanished all thanks to a stranger who stood a few feet away from Fennel.

The cloaked figure reached out and gestured Fennel silently with a hand signal to come. They cloaked figure stepped forward and beckoned him again. They waited patiently for him, not moving another inch.

Fennel don’t know what possessed him to move, but he rose to his feet. A sense of weightlessness welcomed him and he felt as if he had glided like a shooting star through the sky, to meet up with the cloaked stranger.

Suddenly and ethereal light surrounded the clearing and flowers of many hues and bio-luminescent colors sprang up. Fireflies began to dance within the clearing, and the soft breeze carried a soft song. The fountain that had once been in shambles was restored to its former glory and koi fish swam in pairs within the water. The clearing had transformed into a garden unlike any other that Fennel had ever seen.  

Fennel could feel the stranger in the cloak place their hands on him, in a way one would do if they were about to dance. He tensed up until the cloaked figure shook their head which was obscured by shadows. The figure leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Fennel’s forehead and it caused Fennel to tremble.

He could feel tears form within the corners of his eye sockets, he stared at the cloaked figure. He was trying to make sense of a face underneath the darkness, but in the end he couldn’t. The cloaked figure began to dance, taking Fennel along for the ride. Fennel danced slowly with the figure, listening closely to the song that was being whispered on the breeze.

Since when was it said, that from all great things some part of it had to be lost?

Terrified of letting our hearts become one  

I tried to let our bodies fill the void I tried to mask my fears  

But still, every single one of those days  

You were still there  

You were still there in my heart…

Fennel followed along with the dance, as he rested his head against the chest of the stranger. He didn’t know who this stranger was, but they made him feel safe and needed. They made him feel wanted… finally. He was wanted by someone, even if he did not know who they were. They needed him and wanted him, just as much as he needed and wanted someone.

The cloaked figure began to sing the words of the song, “If we could have shared a deep love, I thought. Even if someday, our time here were to end… I could imagine I’d be loving you for all eternity. Reaching out to you, forever.” Their voice sounded like a lullaby, it was beautiful and tear jerking. It was almost like they weren’t from this plane of existence, their voice was so angelic that it caused Fennel to cry as his soul skipped a few beats.

He could feel himself falling so easily for the cloaked figure and yet he didn’t even know their name. He was so pathetic, falling in love so fast like this. But who could ever blame him, he couldn’t control it. Someone was finally here, someone finally granted him the affection he had desired for so long.

“Love is such a frightening thing. That’s why I run from it, yet chase after it….Whether as an adult or as a child it makes no difference.” Fennel closed his eye sockets and listened to the cloaked figure sing their song to him. The song was so…familiar yet Fennel swore he had never heard it before now.

The small skeleton could almost feel himself falling into the light around them. But the cloaked figure was there to keep him from hitting the ground. They were like his protector, his guardian angel. Someone had sent them from the stars to love him. Fennel’s wish had finally been granted.  

Someone loved him… someone loved him. Stars, someone loved him, he began to sob as he embraced the cloak figure tightly. He could feel them wipe away his tears, then he felt the cloaked figure gently place one hand under his chin.

As soon as Fennel glanced up, he could feel the cloaked figure press their mouth to his, it was at this instant that his soul mended and became whole. It was at this moment Fennel knew he’d never be alone again. The cloaked figure pulled away and held out their hand, waiting for Fennel.

“Come with me Fennel…you’ll never be alone again. I’ll love you…forever.” Fennel took their hand and walked into a blinding light with them. The both of them laughing and giggling as they vanished into eternity with each other.

Fennel’s wilted flower crown was all they had found of him lying abandoned upon the shambles of the well. It had been years since he had vanished, after that there was nothing to be found. Fennel’s family and friends never saw him again, but they all swore whenever they visited the woods, they could hear his voice singing faintly on the breeze.

“If we could have shared a deep love, I thought

Even if someday, our time here were to end  

I could imagine I’d be loving you for all eternity  

Reaching out to you, forever.”

{{ Songs used Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar and Cherish by Ai Otsuka. }}

friends, food, and a little drama.

Given that Morgan had met her friends, and they’d actually liked her, her idea of having some sort of party for all of their friends didn’t seem too bad. After all, things were..somewhat more official with them now, so it was only right that Natalia finally met Rachel and Morgan’s roommates, right? She was sure there’d be a more random friends - from coworkers to clients - on both sides showing up as well, which meant there might be a few plus one’s tagging along, so she had made sure to hide all of the valuables just in case. The last thing she needed was random people in her house attempting to take her shit. After cleaning up, she let Morgan do her own thing as far as food and such went, but since she wasn’t really sure just how many people would be in attendance, she made a quick trip to the store to grab a couple more things, as well as making yet another trip to the nearest liquor store to get more booze. By the time she’d made it back, she had less than an hour to get dressed. “Babe, can you put the rest of that alcohol in the cooler with everything else? And you can just sit all those snacks out somewhere, I guess.” She called out as she ran to go and hop in the shower.

With about ten minutes to spare, Natalia had managed to get dressed in a pair of jeggings, a crop top, a pair of matching heels, and even made time to do her hair and make up. It was definitely not her normal attire for just having people over at her place, but she knew that Morgan wanted this to all go well so the least she could do was look her best. Finally emerging from her room yet again, she closed the door behind her before going to find Morgan in the kitchen. “Hey, beautiful.” She teased as she wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist. “So we’re good on everything, right?”

anonymous asked:

Wontaek please :D

Who is more likely to hurt the other?

Wonsik. He doesn’t mean to, but sometimes his words just go on and on and build on top of each other. He just hates when Taekwoon shuts down and it feels like he’s talking to a wall.

Who is emotionally stronger?

Their ways of handling their emotions are so different, but they’re on an equal level. Wonsik wears his heart on his sleeve. Taekwoon works through his emotions in in his head. They balance out and rely on each other a lot.

Who is physically stronger?

Wonsik for sure. They do like exercising together though, just as long as Taekwoon doesn’t insist on boxing. It’s not that Wonsik was angry over the accidental black eye, he just doesn’t want another one.

Who is more likely to break a bone?

Wonsik. He’s a bit of a klutz and one of these days, he’s going to give poor Taekwoon a heart attack.

Who knows best what to say to upset the other?

If it’s on paper, it’s Taekwoon. He’s best at writing—but Wonsik; sometimes he just can’t stop talking when he’s frustrated, when Taekwoon isn’t showing enough emotion or reaction. He spews and spews and spews and he’s the only person Taekwoon’s ever all too easily hurt by,

Who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?

Both of them are so stubborn, and if they both believe it was the other’s fault, you might as well forget about either of them stepping up to the plate. It takes a third party (usually Hakyeon) to get them wired back together. It’s not healthy by any means, but once they see reason, it’s easy to make up—and they fall in love all over again.

If I had to choose, it would be Wonsik. He knows how bad Taekwoon is with words; his apologies usually consist of him plopping himself onto Wonsik somehow.

Who treats who’s wounds more often?

Taekwoon. Wonsik must hold the world record for Highest Amount of Mysterious Injuries ever, or something. Still, Wonsik has been known to ask every five seconds, “Taekwoon, was that bruise on you before?”

Who is in constant need of comfort?

Wonsik. He worries about so many things almost compulsively and it often keeps him up through the night. His favorite method of being soothed is when Taekwoon will pull him in, tuck his head under his chin, and hum until he’s calm again.

Who gets more jealous?

Both of them have their possessive streaks, but Taekwoon especially. Sometimes he feels a little insecure in his relationship with Wonsik because there’s so many more people who would match him better than Taekwoon.

Who’s most likely to walk out on the other?

70% of their arguments end with Taekwoon shutting down and Wonsik storming out upset. He knows how hard it can be for Taekwoon to communicate, but they’ve been together so long that he wishes he’d try just a little harder for him.

Who will propose?

They both want to, but Taekwoon gets to it first. It’s always been more difficult for him to express his gratitude, so his proposal includes a lengthy, teary speech about just how grateful he is for everything Wonsik is, and what he’s done for him.

(Wonsik had this huge public gesture planned out that most certainly would’ve ended in Taekwoon killing him, but he was just a little too late.)

Who has the most difficult parents?

Taekwoon, but it wasn’t hard for Wonsik to charm them.

Who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?

Wonsik. Taekwoon really … doesn’t like PDA, but Wonsik wants the whole world to know how much he loves him, so he’s even more cuddly in public and Taekwoon just can’t say no.

Who hogs the blankets?

Taekwoon. It’s not like Wonsik needs blankets anyway—he’s a human furnace! It’s only nice during the winter when they turn off the heater. Still, if Taekwoon wakes up first, he’ll give all the blankets to Wonsik. (He kicks them off, but it’s the thought that counts.)

Who gets more sad?

It’s not that Wonsik gets more sad, but he shows it more than Taekwoon, who prefers to be sad and cry alone—even if Wonsik finds him huddled up on the bathroom floor.

Who is better at cheering the other up?

Wonsik. By now, he’s become completely familiar with all the things that make Taekwoon happy.

Who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

Taekwoon. Wonsik’s jokes aren’t even that good but Taekwoon can’t stop laughing for some reason.

Who is more streetwise?

Wonsik. If Taekwoon had it his way, he’d just stay inside all the time forever.

Who is more wise?

Taekwoon. He likes helping others figure things out for themselves with the least amount of words.

Who’s the shyest?

Taekwoon, but Wonsik doesn’t mind. They’ve worked up a kinda system that’s easy for Taekwoon to be around more people, as long as Wonsik stays by his side and redirects conversation if it’s too much for him.

Who boasts about the other more?

Wonsik. He loves talking about all of Taekwoon’s talents, especially at people who think he’s weird for being so quiet. Even though Taekwoon doesn’t brag about much at all, he has so much pride in Wonsik and is quick to praise everything he does to someone who asks.

Who sits on who’s lap?

They’re flexible. :3c Sometimes Wonsik likes tucking himself against all of Taekwoon, and sometimes Taekwoon likes curling into all of Wonsik. So cute.


Gokaiger Cast Reunion 2014/2015/2016

Yep, it’s been 5 years of Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger aired. And the cast seems to really really get along since they hold a reunion party pretty much every year! (2013 will be count as vs. Go-busters)

So far, all the male ranger and Basco are present in every year (Gai was in 2014 too, he just show up after they take a group pic). Too bad that Koike Yui (Ahim) didn’t make it to the reunion since 2014 due to her agency stuff (and now seems to done with entertainment business for good, sadly). And Ichimichi Mao (Luka, or should I now call her “M·A·O”) who might be too busy with work that she cannot attend on 2016. Still, it’s good to see Yamada Yuki (Joe) who really doing well in entertainment business these days still not forgot his roots and show up all the time. Just hope someday, Toei would bring all of them back and it’s 5 years anniversary now, can we get something from one of the best Super Sentai series?

anonymous asked:

Ok but imagine Detective Steve Rogers and cat burglar/phantom thief duo the Winter Soldier and Iron Man.

By 2100 hours, Steve completely lost track of how the night was supposed to go.

Two weeks ago, the information had come across his desk that the Winter Soldier and Iron Man both had designs to rob the new exhibit of the Henley Art Museum. Their window was on Opening Night, the only time they could get in and out before full security measures were taken.

If dealing with that alone wasn’t enough, it quickly became clear that the two thieves who had plagued his career for more than three years, were now working together.

Which was…

Steve was not excited about this.

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Pandora Hearts who should you fight?
  • Oz: Are you fucking kidding me? Why would you want to fight the sweetest, most precious angel ever? Oh, but be warned, he's fucking B-rabbit, big huge black rabbit that can stab you to death with chains; this boy can destroy the entire world if he wants with his giant scythe. Do not fight him, he'd rather be friends with you. FRIENDS. DO NOT FIGHT OZ.
  • Gil: are you kidding me? Gil's the most innocent man ever. Actually, no, no he's not. Go ahead, he'll shoot the crap out of you or burn you up. And if you touch Oz, you're dead, too. You'll lose.
  • Alice: Are you kidding me? This girl stabbed herself with scissors and is still alive. Don't fuck with her. She'll kick you into next week or use Oz's powers to utterly destroy you. She'll make meat out of you. Don't fight Alice. Don't.
  • Break: You've gotta be screwing around here. He may be old, but he'll literally kill you. He's a murderer. He might be blind, but he will chop you into pieces so bad no one will find the body. He has Mad Hatter, after all. You'd have to be mad to harm an innocent old man and his sweets fetish. Don't.
  • Sharon: You want to hurt her? Her horse can teleport her anywhere and she's a sadist with a fetish for beating up men. You've been warned. You'd better play her tea parties of pretend or else get the harisen of doom. Do not fight Sharon.
  • Oscar: You're so evil! This old man is so nice, what did he ever do to you?
  • Zai: You're asking to die, aren't you? Zai will dissect you with his Gryphon and feed you to it for dinner. Especially if you're dumb enough to touch Ada first.
  • Ada: Ada's a sweet cinnamon roll, why would you touch her? Zai will kill you, that is if Vincent or Oz doesn't first.
  • Echo: Ooh boy, Noise will come and fuck you up. You're gonna be a PUPPET AND IT WON'T BE PRETTY. Don't fight sweet little innocent Echo.
  • Elliot: Do you want to be owned by Humpty Dumpty? Do you want a giant creepy blob to attack you? Didn't think so. Don't fight Elliot. Especially over Holy Knight. Don't. Fight. Elliot. Because if you hurt him, Leo will kill you.
  • Leo: Don't fight Leo. Don't. He has a dragon that can kill you in ten thousand ways. He can send you to hell and laugh, too. And he will.
  • Bernice: don't fight her. Don't. She'll stab you.
  • Vanessa: She'll bitch-slap you to hell, wtf, man? Why attack such a nice girl?
  • Marie: She's gonna stab you to death a thousand times. Stay away from her and Rytas-sama. Seriously.
  • Cheshire: You're dead. He'll slice you up into pieces. That, or let you drift among memories for eternity.
  • Alyss: Are you kidding me? You wanna hurt the sweetest, gentlest cinnamon roll in all of PH? She's gonna stab you in the eye, or she can literally make you explode just if she wishes it. And she'll dance in your blood if she wants. Go ahead and fight Alyss. It's your funeral.
  • Lacie: You're dead. You're so dead. She'll cut you up with her chain. And if she doesn't kill you,then Oswald or Jack certainly will for touching their precious girl.
  • Jack: You're mad. You're fucking mad. Why would you mess with the psycho who tried to destroy the world? He'll use Oz to kill you in a horrifying manner and he'll just sit there and smile. Oh, and if you've hurt Lacie, he'll kill you even more. You don't know fear unless you meet Jack. Stay away from him. He's a precious cinnamon roll, too.
  • Lily: See cute child. Don't shoot cute child. Cute child will fuck you up and have you for dinner, courtesy of cute dog Bandersnatch.
  • Lottie: Are you nuts? She's a sadist and dominatrix. She'll kill you before you touch her. Leave her be.
  • Noise: She's gonna kick your ass.
  • Vincent: You're mad. Vincent will just kill you, painfully. Especially if you mess with his brother, first. Vince no like people who hurt his precious Gil. Be prepared to be beheaded.
  • Miranda: She's toxic. She'll poison you before you even touch her. WTF, man.
  • Rufus: Are you kidding me? He'll make toast out of you. He'll expose your secrets to the world.
  • Sheryl: Stay on Grandma's good side, please.
  • Oswald: You're nuts. He has four chains. He can own you with less than four. Be prepared. Be very prepared.
  • Fang: Too sweet. Why hurt nice Fang?
  • Dug: He'll crush you. Don't even try.
But Imagine it Was all the Other Way Around (Max and Chloe)

The Prices were struggling to pay bills, so they made plans to move away to someplace more affordable.

Right before they moved, their daughter Chloe’s best friend suffers a  terrible tragedy: her father is killed in a car accident.

Chloe struggles to understand how to communicate with Max after the trauma - she found her unreadable and explosive, and distanced herself before even moving away. When she did finally move, it almost felt like relief at first.

Max was left alone after her best friend disappeared on her. Max and her mother moved into a small apartment, and her mother found herself working even more hours to try and maintain their standard of living, as well as help Max get to see a therapist who had training with Max’s communication difficulties.

Max’s constant frustrations and sense of abandonment leave her almost mute, an easy state to maintain in the transition to high school. Chloe fits right in up in Seattle, and though the Price parents try to keep in touch with Max, they quickly begin to feel that Max is too negative for their daughter, and contact ends between the families and the friends.

Max’s photography turns dark and frequently becomes associated with violent elements as she struggles to express the feelings she has. Another student, a troubled sophomore by the name of Nathan, sees some of himself in this girl, and they bond a little over photography. She feels poor being around him, even if she really isn’t.

Nathan is her first source of any sort of drug, but he hasn’t picked up supplying yet. Max realizes how much calmer she is, how much easier it is to communicate while stoned, and makes friends with Nathan’s dealer, a friendly junior by the name of Rachel.

Rachel always seems to understand Max. Even when Max doesn’t talk, she feels like Rachel understands, and when she does talk, she feels like Rachel understands. She understands the pain of the loss. She understands Max’s disgust at the men that go through her mother’s life, though she never seems content with them, and Max never sees one for too long. 

Rachel is Max’s first kiss, and as the two get closer, she and Nathan drift further apart. Rachel is a senior now, and Max a junior - and Max hears about the new teacher, Mark Jefferson. She’d heard of him before, of course, but she began to read all about him when she wasn’t learning about him directly from Rachel, who was in his class. 

Rachel becomes Max’s model, starting with one cross-faded session that began with a Titanic reference. Rachel begins to take in some of Max’s photos to Jefferson, and he encourages Rachel and Max to continue their sessions. They do, of course, and the sessions evolve photographically and sexually, and become filled with Rachel’s vices. Between her own work and her modeling, Jefferson begins to take a keen interest in Rachel. Max and stimulants don’t mix well, but she and Rachel add an interesting element with psychedelic experiments during their photography.

Max’s photography turns into even more of an obsession, and as she reaches out for approval, she meets up with Nathan more, swapping photos and looking for critique. His style darker than hers, but they both have an appreciation for chaos in perfectly ordinary scenes.

Max has no idea Rachel is sleeping with Frank. She thinks of Rachel as her girlfriend, and why shouldn’t she? Rachel is perfect to her. She has no idea that the tiny blonde, fueled on her resentment of home and cocaine, can control reality with a wave of her hand. She takes her nosebleeds as effects of blow, never seeing how she’s being played.

It’s Jefferson that picks Rachel up, an attack of convenience, and decides to finally get Nathan some first-hand experience in the studio. Nathan has no idea who the victim is until they’re at the barn, and they drag Rachel down into the studio. He freaks - he can’t handle doing this to a friend. But Rachel is too perfect of a model. Jefferson’s only misgiving is that Nathan has to be his protege - he knows Max could capture something in Rachel that Nathan just didn’t seem to see.
But they had no idea what sort of user she was, and this is not Jefferson’s area of expertise. They freak, and overdose her.

Max checks for Rachel the day after the party. She couldn’t go - she wasn’t a student, after all - and she’s nowhere to be found. That’s not too bad, she could disappear for days at a time on crazy road trips, or drug trips for that matter. She didn’t keep her on a tight leash. But by Monday, she gets worried.

The police launch an investigation two weeks after she’s gone missing. Nothing turns up. Max thinks Rachel’s dealer, Frank, might be involved, but she starts having to come to him directly for stuff, so she doesn’t even imagine turning him in.

Max is rejected from Blackwell, both for her criminal record as well as her horrible academic performance. This disappoints Mr. Jefferson greatly, who begins to come down hard on Nathan.
Meanwhile, Max covers the town in missing posters for Rachel. She has no idea what to hold onto now. After three months, the police closed their investigation, hardly intent on looking for a probable runaway legal adult with a well-known drug habit and constant troublemaker. But Max needs her. She needs her model, her muse, her only salvation from the hell everything seems to be. She needs Rachel to pull her out of his hole, not realizing the hole is just life without Rachel.
Rachel would love it if somebody could pull her out of the hole she is in.

Chloe returns to Arcadia, discovering the presence of a nationally award winning high school science teacher by the name of Michelle Grant, hoping to get as big of a boost as possible before moving into electrical engineering … or neuroscience. She couldn’t decide, and she had the credits and test scores to support her indecision. She looks around for Max on her first few days, but hears nothing about her. The only teacher who might know her is Jefferson, and she has no classes that deep into the arts.

Chloe, despite all of her successes, is a natural party animal, and quickly makes friends with Courtney and Dana, natural shoe-ins to meeting both the Vortex Club core and the skater kids, who are less diametrically opposed than one might imagine. The skaters help Dana score for the club because they like her, Nathan deals to the skaters - it’s a web, and Chloe fits in all over. She even joins the swim team, her short, green-blonde hair shitty, but her social nature and excellent physique landing her in the pants of nearly every sexually active lesbian at Blackwell, of which there are … quite a few.

Still, Jefferson has a short focus, and targets Kate Marsh, a girl better suiting his tastes. Nathan successfully abducts her, but provides a lackluster performance in the photography department. Pissed about the loss of Max Caulfield as a photographer and with Nathan’s apparent incompetence, Jefferson lashes out at Nathan.

Realizing he needs to impress Jefferson soon, Nathan takes his first opportunity to abduct another girl, and successfully drugs Max Caulfield at a shitty bar. Eager to show his independence, though, he takes her back to his dorm, and doesn’t restrain her properly. When she wakes up, having enough experience with the drug class used on her to regain consciousness in much less time than expected, she freaks, and escapes. Realizing she has the richest kid in Blackwell by the balls, though, she tries to squeeze some cash out of him - things are always tight at home, especially when she’s pouring money constantly into her habits and art supplies. Her photography has become shit and that only makes her drink more.

Chloe lingers one day to talk to Grant about some promising scholarship opportunities, then heads to the bathroom before she meets up with Justin for a Monday evening skate sesh. She sits down in a stall, trying to ignore the smell of spice from the next stall as Max tries to calm her nerves.

As Max washes her hands and cleans her face, Nathan enters, and asks if they’re alone. Max is quick to say yes, appreciating any available blackmail material, and Nathan foolishly accepts that. As she tries to psyche him out, though, he snaps over his failure. When Chloe hears it turning violent, though, she bursts out of her stall, ready to confront this stupid douchebag harassing some gi-

The bullet sinks into her stomach and she never even saw the gun.

Max freaks, and rewinds time, this time talking through the stall as she smokes. She realizes who she’s speaking to: Chloe.

They reunite in the strangest of ways - by smoking spice between their bathroom stalls.


Sam x Reader / fluff n’ smut

*edited version, for your pleasure

A/N: Guys… before you read this, can I please just tell you how proud I am of this fic? I love Sam, but as a Dean girl I was nervous I’d have a hard time capturing him in the right light. I seriously hope you enjoy this. I had such a blast writing it, and I love Sam a little more now. As always, like, reblog, follow, send me some feedback! It inspires me to be a better writer, and perfect my craft. xo Kait

Based on a request by @spoopysepticeyeI really need a Sam fic please please. I’d like fluff don’t need porn (but who am I kidding, it’s preferred)

Song that inspired this fic: Adele - Hello (if you haven’t heard it, listen to it right now)


  • So much fluff it might explode your brain
  • Smut. So much delicious smut.
  • Read this in private, preferably not around children.
  • Wear condoms, kids. 

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

Hello? It’s me. I was wondering
If after all these years you’d like to meet, to go over everything
They say that time’s supposed to heal, yeah
But I ain’t done much healing…

There wasn’t a day that went by, even after 10 years, that Sam Winchester didn’t cross your mind. You had left each other on bad terms, and it was all your fault.

After a drunk night at a party at Stanford, you had cheated on him. The guilt consumed you and you told him everything. You were over before you started, and it shattered your whole existence. Not long after that, he met Jess, and you gave up on trying to redeem yourself.

Before you knew it, one of your mutual friends had told you Sam went off with his brother, Dean. Then Jessica died in the fire. Everything all started to happen at once, and you eventually dropped out of Stanford.

Ten years later, you were working at a local restaurant, slaving for tips 7 days a week, yearning for a better life. You wondered where Sam was, what he was doing, and if he thought about you too.

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anderfals  asked:

u better not imagine a spideynova New Years kiss as they watch the ball drop. you also best not imagine one of them completely ruining the kiss after it turns 12:00 my fake coughing or fake sneezing or pouring their left over ice from long gone soda down the other's shirt. u better not imagine it. it might be bad for ur health.

Oh no. Oh nooooo. OH NO LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME I’M MELTING. They are such cute jerks ughhh. I’m feeling all inspired and mushy, so in payback, I’m gonna give you this fic. So there! 

Peter’s first legitimate New Year’s Eve party was going pretty well if he did say so himself.

The Parker house is packed, with friends and various members of SHIELD all in close proximity, but the energy is great, and at least Peter knows they’ll be safe is a super-villain attacks.

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  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she really means: It greatly disturbs me that in the full version of the Steven Universe theme song, Lapis Lazuli is lumped in with all of the Homeworld Gem villains looking all evil. Lapis literally is using her entire being to keep Jasper under control in Malachite so she can't do any more harm, and she's doing it all for Steven. She might dislike the other Crystal Gems, but her reasons are fair. They had her trapped in a mirror for centuries, if not millennia, as a little party trick mirror. As for making the others look villanous, it's understandable. Jasper is abusive and blatantly bad. Peridot literally made cruel experiments out of prisoners of war that were so vile that Garnet almost fell apart. All Lapis wanted was to go home after being enslaved and then allowed herself to be enslaved again to protect Steven, and it's really concerning that the writers and artists did this.