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About the hate towards fem!Watsons

I wish people would stop making us who don’t want another female Watson & male Sherlock seem sexist. We are not complaining because we don’t want more female characters, hell, most of us are females.

We are complaining, because by making Watson a woman, they’re taking out the lgbt aspect of the story (because even when it’s strictly subtext there’s always the element of it with two men living together) and because WHY IS IT ALWAYS WATSON, THE SIDEKICK WHO GETS TO BE FEMALE?

I’d be ecstatic if a version where BOTH of them were female came out because there are way too few fictional female geniuses. And way too few lesbian ships. At least they could make Sherlock the female one, but no, it always needs to be watson - and it’s not even the hot blooded yet clever army doctor we know from the books, no, the female Watson is always kind of a mother figure. She takes care of Sherlock, she helps him to calm down when needed. Her military background is left out, like in elementray.

Also, the Sherlocks with female Watsons seem to be more masculine than the ones with male Watsons. In the acd canon sherlock is a very bubbly & feminine character, and for example Brett’s & Cumberbatch’s Sherlock are like this. I’ve only seen one episode of elementary, but apparently he’s a womanazer when the original Sherlock is not at all intereste in women.

So to conclude, we don’t hate the idea of female Watson - if we also got female Sherlock we’d be joyous. But the way Elementary & sherlock north are doing it is just forcing gender roles and ignoring lgbt rep. Thank you.

note: i didn’t mean to to badmouth elementary I’m sure it’s a good show and all, i was just using it as an example for my points of this phenomenon in general. I don’t hate elementary. I might even watch it one day. I made this post because there are already TWO popular versions with female Watson and none with both of them as females (and please dont link your indie fem sherlock versions to me as proof im sure they’re great but they aren’t POPULAR). Also i never said bbc Sherlock is good with representation?? I was just as furious as the next person when it turned out that it was queerbating but that doesn’t erase the fact that their characters are very well adapted from the acd canon. And when i talked about subtext as lgbt representation I meant the versions from the time when having lgbt characters was actually illegal, obvoiusly nowdays it isn’t good enough. And please notice how I said that i want lesbian johnlock before calling me sexist. Also “fuck you” isn’t a very convincing argument. Thank you.
a guide to stim toys!

trying to decide what stim toy you want? i’m here to help !!

(note: this is based off me n a few others’ experiences)

Fidgets

  • tangle toys
  • fidget cubes
  • spinners
  • bike chains
  • other moving part toys

Pros:
-easy to get your hands on
-typically not expensive
-wide variety

Cons:
-not very discreet

a popular, well-liked type of stim toy! good for keeping focused, self regulation, and they’re pretty fun to play with ! there’s quite a variety of them out there, some may not even be marketed as stim toys (ex: plastic toys from stores).

Chews

  • chew jewelry (necklaces/bracelets)
  • chew toys
  • teether rings

Pros:
-meant for chewing! you won’t break em
-no more chewing on wires/fingernails/etc
-jewelry can be designed nicely to look like regular jewelry

Cons:
-actual chew jewelry/toys are harder to get and can be pricey
-teether rings aren’t discreet

many autistic people never outgrew the instinct/need to put thing in their mouth or chew on things! and some other nd people chew for other reasons! that’s what these are for! plus, they can also help with anger management!
tip: if you don’t want people to see your chew necklace, tuck it under your shirt and chew when you’re alone/no one’s looking!

Squishies

  • stress balls
  • moni moni animals
  • stretchy rubber toys

Pros:
-fairly easy to get
-inexpensive
-stress balls are a “normal office toy” (less chance of judgement)

Cons:
-monis and rubber toys aren’t as discreet

a calming stim! very soothing, good for relieving stress and anxiety. i like to roll my moni moni animal between my hands a lot!

Weighted

  • weighted blankets
  • weighted lap pads
  • weighted stuffed animals

Pros:
-fantastic sensory input
-good for insomnia

Cons:
-harder to get
-pricey
-not discreet

i LOVE weighted stuff!!it’s a great feeling. super calming and soothing. really good for helping you sleep!!

Plushies

  • stuffed animals/plush toys

Pros:
-very easy to get
-varying prices

Cons:
-not discreet
-seen as immature and babyish (unfortunately)

plushies!! super important. super good. soft, huggable, lovable things. many people have them as comfort items!! it’s so good to hug them and pet the fur

Textures

  • bristle brushes
  • spiky toys
  • fur
  • many more

Pros:
-wide variety
-there are good textures in a lot of places!
-spike toys are slightly painful and can leave little indents, which is a good alternative to self harm!

Cons:
-spike toys are harder to get

textures!! we all know n love our textures. my favorite is fur!! sometimes i stim by petting my pets! (my hamster is especially good, she’s so soft!). textures are everywhere and everyone likes different things! but there’s also specific toys/tools that can help! like bristle brushes and spiked things!

Visual

  • stim jars
  • glitter containers
  • fish tanks
  • online videos/gifs

Pros:
-wide variety
-easy to make
-there are a lot of gifs online

Cons:
-no tactile stimulation

popular!! easily found online, and easily made irl! fun things to watch. i especially love to watch fish tanks!

Slime, Sand, and Orbeez

  • slime
  • kinetic sand
  • moon sand
  • sandbox
  • orbeez
  • jelly/gelatin

Pros:
-really fun
-unique textures

Cons:
-a stay-at-home toy
-needs to be kept in a safe dry space
-harder to get
-messy
-fancy slime is expensive

these things are the most popular in stimboards and videos, because they look so cool!! if you make your own, you can do whatever you want with it! they’re all really unique textures and feelings and super fun to play with!
tip: be careful when using borax! it’s toxic

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i hope this helps!! feel free to add on if you have anything!

Cher, by Norman Seeff. “The first shoot I did with Cher was never meant to be a session. I got a call saying she wanted to come to the studio, and she showed up with a girlfriend. On a whim, I asked her if she wanted to shoot, so there in my studio we just hung out. I shot 6 or 7 roll very informally, and every one of them is pure Cher magic.”

— american candy (01)

pairing: reader x jeon jungkook
themes: smut / high school! au 
word count: 4.3k
summary: what’s a teenage house party without a few fun and games? you’re trapped in a bedroom with soccer star, jeon jungkook, for a whole thirty uninterrupted minutes — but apparently it only takes eleven for the two of you to get better acquainted.
( a/n: i’m still on the fence about making this a series, so if you guys want me to keep the kook smut train running - speak or forever hold your peace !! EDIT: this will be a series ! )

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the ultimate heathers lyric starter meme ( act 2 )

MY DEAD GAY SON

  • ❛  You wait just a minute, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  It’s ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place that they could not live in.  ❜
  • ❛  They were not dirty!  ❜
  • ❛  They were not wrong!  ❜
  • ❛  They were two lonely verses in the Lord’s great song.  ❜
  • ❛  Our boys were pansies, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  Yes! My boys a homosexual, and that don’t scare me none.  ❜
  • ❛  I want the world to know, I love my dead, gay son.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s time we opened our eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Well, the good Lord created the universe.  ❜
  • ❛  The Lord created man.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe it’s all a part of His gigantic plan.  ❜
  • ❛  I know God has a reason for each mountain and each flower, and why he chose to let our boys get busy in the shower!  ❜
  • ❛  I never cared for homos much until I reared me one.  ❜
  • ❛  He loves his son.  ❜
  • ❛  Jesus says it’s cool!  ❜
  • ❛  They just had flair!  ❜
  • ❛  They were desperate to be free!  ❜
  • ❛  They took a rebel stance, stripped to their underpants.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue after all that we’ve been through.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m talking you and me, in the summer of ‘83.  ❜
  • ❛  That was one hell of a fishing trip.  ❜
  • ❛  Our jobs are now continuing the work that they begun.  ❜
  • ❛  They were good men!  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll teach the world to love.  ❜

SEVENTEEN

  • ❛  Fine, we’re damaged. Really damaged, but that does not make us wise.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re not special. We’re not different.  ❜
  • ❛  We don’t choose who lives and dies.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s be normal. Watch bad movies, sneak a beer and watch TV.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t you want a life with me?  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t we be seventeen? That’s all I want to do.  ❜
  • ❛  If you could let me in, I could be good with you.  ❜
  • ❛  People hurt us, or they vanish, and you’re right, it really blows.  ❜
  • ❛  We let go, take a deep breath.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t stop looking in my eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Is that so hard to do?  ❜
  • ❛  Let us be seventeen, if we’ve still got the right.  ❜
  • ❛  So what’s it gonna be?  ❜
  • ❛  I want to be with you.  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, we’re damaged. Badly damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  Your love’s too good to lose.  ❜
  • ❛  Hold me tighter. Even closer.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll stay if I am what you choose.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re the one I choose.  ❜

SHINE A LIGHT

  • ❛  Deep inside of everyone there’s a hot ball of shame.  ❜
  • ❛  If we show the ugly parts that we hide away, they turn out to be beautiful by the light of day.  ❜
  • ❛  Every day’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line.  ❜
  • ❛  I attack your weakness and pray you don’t see mine.  ❜
  • ❛  If I share my ugly parts and you show me yours, our love can knock our walls down and unlock all our doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Who wants to share what’s in their heart?  ❜
  • ❛  No volunteers? Fine, I’ll start.  ❜
  • ❛  I live alone. My husband left. My kids are grown.  ❜
  • ❛  In the 60s love was free, that did not work out well for me.  ❜
  • ❛  The revolution came and went – tried to change the world, barely made a dent.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve struggled with despair.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve joined a cult.  ❜
  • ❛  I chant, I prayed but God’s not there.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) I’m ending our affair!  ❜
  • ❛  I faked it every time.  ❜

LIFEBOAT

  • ❛  I float in a boat in a raging black ocean, low in the water with no where to go.  ❜
  • ❛  The people smell desperate.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll sink any minute so someone must go.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s pushing! Everyone’s fighting!  ❜
  • ❛  There’s no where to hide.  ❜
  • ❛  The captain is pointing. well who made her captain?  ❜
  • ❛  Still, the weakest must go.  ❜

SHINE A LIGHT (REPRISE)

  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna cry.  ❜
  • ❛  Stupid childproof caps!  ❜
  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna whine all night.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve to live.  ❜
  • ❛  Why not kill yourself?  ❜
  • ❛  Here, have a sedative.  ❜
  • ❛  Whine, whine, whine like there’s no Santa Clause.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re pathetic because you whine!  ❜
  • ❛  You whine all night!  ❜
  • ❛  Your ass is off the team!  ❜
  • ❛  Go on and bitch and moan.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve the dream!  ❜
  • ❛  You’re gonna die alone.  ❜

KINDERGARTEN BOYFRIEND

  • ❛  He was sweet, he said that I was smart.  ❜
  • ❛  He was good at sports and people liked him.  ❜
  • ❛  At nap time, once, we shared a mat.  ❜
  • ❛  I didn’t sleep, I sat and watched him breathing.  ❜
  • ❛  I watched him dream for almost half an hour. Then he woke up.  ❜
  • ❛  He pulled a scab off one time playing kickball, kissed me quick and pressed it in my hand.  ❜
  • ❛  I took that scab and put it in a locket, all year long I wore it near my heart.  ❜
  • ❛  He didn’t care if I was thin or pretty.  ❜
  • ❛  He was mine until we hit first grade.  ❜
  • ❛  Last night I dreamed a horse with wings flew down into my home room.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we’re all grown up and we know better.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we recognize the way things are.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain boys are just for kindergarten.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain girls are meant to be alone.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe that any dream worth having, is a dream that should not have to end.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll build a dream that I can live in, and this time I’m never waking up.  ❜

YO GIRL

  • ❛  Oh my god, is she dead?  ❜
  • ❛  Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.  ❜
  • ❛  keep it together.  ❜
  • ❛  I knew you would come far.  ❜
  • ❛  Smell how gangsta you are.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m so sorry.  ❜
  • ❛  Feel a bit punchy?  ❜
  • ❛  She’s not looking so well.  ❜
  • ❛  You’ve earned that red scrunchie.  ❜
  • ❛  Come join (name) in hell.  ❜
  • ❛  Where have you been?  ❜
  • ❛  We’ve been worried sick!  ❜
  • ❛  Your friend, (name), stopped by.  ❜
  • ❛  He told us everything.  ❜
  • ❛  He’s got your hand writing down cold.  ❜
  • ❛  Please, honey, talk to us.  ❜
  • ❛  No, you wouldn’t understand.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s right down the block?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve experienced everything you’re going through.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s climbing the stairs?  ❜
  • ❛  Your problems seem like life and death, I promise they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s picking your lock.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t know what my world looks like!  ❜
  • ❛  Times up! Go say your prayers.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s running on fumes now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s totally fried.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s gotta be tripping on shrooms now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s done for, there’s no doubt now.  ❜
  • ❛  Notify next of kin.  ❜
  • ❛  Too late, he got in.  ❜
  • ❛  Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know.  ❜
  • ❛  Get out of my house!  ❜

MEANT TO BE YOURS

  • ❛  All is forgiven baby!  ❜
  • ❛  Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!  ❜
  • ❛  You chucked me out like I was trash.  ❜
  • ❛  For that, you should be dead.  ❜
  • ❛  Then it hit me like a flash: what if high school went away instead?  ❜
  • ❛  Those assholes are the key.  ❜
  • ❛  They’re keeping you away from me.  ❜
  • ❛  They made you bling, messed up your mind.  ❜
  • ❛  I can set you free!  ❜
  • ❛  You left me and I fell apart.  ❜
  • ❛  I punched the wall and cried.  ❜
  • ❛  I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside.  ❜
  • ❛  So, I built a bomb!  ❜
  • ❛  Tonight our school is Vietnam.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s guarantee they never see their senior prom!  ❜
  • ❛  I was meant to be yours.  ❜
  • ❛  We were meant to be one.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t give up on me now.  ❜
  • ❛  Finish what we’ve begun.  ❜
  • ❛  In the rubble of their tomb, we’ll plant this not explaining why they died.  ❜
  • ❛  Our burned bodies may finally get through to you.  ❜
  • ❛  Your society churns out slaves and blanks, no thanks.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll watch the smoke pour out the doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Bring marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores.  ❜
  • ❛  We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t make it alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were meant to be mine.  ❜
  • ❛  I am all that you need.  ❜
  • ❛  You carved open my heart, can’t just leave me to bleed.  ❜
  • ❛  Open the door please.  ❜
  • ❛  Can we not fight anymore?  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), sure, you’re scared, I’ve been there.  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), don’t make me come in there.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m gonna count to three. 1, 2, fuck it–  ❜
  • ❛  Oh my god.  ❜
  • ❛  Please don’t leave me alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were all I could trust.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t do this alone, still, I will if I must.  ❜

DEAD GIRL WALKING (REPRISE)

  • ❛  I wanted someone strong who could protect me.  ❜
  • ❛  I let his anger fester and infect me.  ❜
  • ❛  His solution is a lie.  ❜
  • ❛  No one here deserves to die, except for me and the monster I created.  ❜
  • ❛  Heads up (name).  ❜
  • ❛  I’m a dead girl walking.  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t hide from me.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s your final bell.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s one more dance and then farewell.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) told me you just committed suicide?  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, well, he’s wrong about a lot of things.  ❜
  • ❛  I through together a lovely tribute, especially considering the short notice.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s under the gym?  ❜
  • ❛  That’s it.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s that sound?  ❜
  • ❛  Give a great big yell!  ❜
  • ❛  Step away from the bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This little thing? I’d hardly call it a bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs –those are bombs.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your mom had been a little stronger.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish she’d stayed around a little longer.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your dad were good.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish grownups understood.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish we’d met before they convinced you life is war.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish you’d come with me.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish I had more TNT!  ❜

I AM DAMAGED

  • ❛  I am damaged. Far too damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re not beyond repair.  ❜
  • ❛  Stick around here, make things better.  ❜
  • ❛  You beat me fair and square.  ❜
  • ❛  Please stand back now.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t know what this thing will do.  ❜
  • ❛  Hope you miss me.  ❜
  • ❛  Wish you’d kiss me.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll trade my life for yours.  ❜
  • ❛  Wait, hold on!  ❜
  • ❛  Once I disappear, clean up the mess down here.  ❜
  • ❛  Not this way!  ❜
  • ❛  Say hi to God.  ❜

SEVENTEEN (REPRISE)

  • ❛  Listen up kids, war is over.  ❜
  • ❛  Brand new sheriff’s come to town.  ❜
  • ❛  We are done with acting evil.  ❜
  • ❛  We will lay our weapons down.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re all damaged, we’re all frightened, we’re all freaks but that’s alright.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll endure it. We’ll survive it.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) are you free tonight?  ❜
  • ❛  High school may not ever end.  ❜
  • ❛  Still, I miss you.  ❜
  • ❛  I’d be honored, if you’d let me be your friend.  ❜
  • ❛  We can be seventeen.  ❜
  • ❛  If nobody loves me now, someday somebody will.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s still time to make things.  ❜
  • ❛  One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s go be seventeen, take off our clothes and dance.  ❜
  • ❛  This could be our final chance.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll make it beautiful.  ❜
Twin

Originally posted by jugheadjones94

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 1661

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, the usual…

Anon Requested

A/N: I’ve been listening to a lot of Twenty Pilots lately… Don’t know why that was important but… Anyway, I hope y'all like this one! I will really try to post a lot more. Love you guys!


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To be blunt, having a twin sucked ass. Well, with your experience it did. At least you were the older one, which had to count for something. Ok so there was a two minute difference between the two of you, but you used the leverage when you could. 

 Reggie was always a little asshole, even when the both of you were kids. He always stole your toys out of your hands claiming they were his. And he was the perfect golden boy in your parents eyes. His arrogance only sky rocketed with their parental encouragements. 

He was always very popular in school. Had the coolest friends, was part of all the sports teams, and when he came of age, dated the prettiest girls. You on the other hand were always different. 

You preferred reading and staying indoors rather than playing with everyone else. Of course your parents still forced you to try out for sports, (you soon enough became partial towards softball.) 

 Your stupid brother and his rather loud reputation never meant well for you. Everyone knew he had twin, but never bothered to really get to know you, always assuming you were like your brother. 

Nonetheless, writing was your specialty. You always had a way with words. You knew from an early age you wanted to major in some sort of English profession, whether it be teaching it or writing it. In fact, that’s how you ended up meeting your current boyfriend Jughead Jones. 

At first he was skeptical of you, but once the both of you clicked, it was one of the best things to happen to both of you. Thinking back on the whole start of it all always brought a smile to your face. 

“Ok girls, I’ll see you guys next practice.” You had hollered over to your teammates before swinging your backpack over your shoulder as they all shouted their own farewells. You left the school grounds and decided to go to Pop’s. One, because their food was amazing and two, you were hoping you could get some work done in the usually peaceful setting. 

 You made the effort to walk over there even though your sore limbs protested greatly. Once you got in to the beloved Diner, you went up to the counter and ordered your usual before going to find a seat. 

 As you walked through the small building, your eyes locked with stormy blue ones for a few short seconds. And in that short amount of time you were intrigued. He watched you with a weary stance, as if he were mapping out your every move before you executed it. 

You’d seen him before. Jughead Jones, he was in your English class. But you never talked, just silently drifted off into the lesson given that day. With a split second thought you decided to approach him as you waited for your food. 

“Hi.” You said hesitantly, immediately beating yourself up on the inside for making a fool out of your self for coming over. Hi? Really, that’s all you could come up with? You reprimanded as you stayed silent and watched him. 

 Of course all that had happened in a moments thought and he actually replied quickly. “Hi.” He said with an unsure look. You looked around and noticed he had a laptop out that he was typing in, taking up your interest you decided to try and make conversation out of it. “What are you doing?” You asked as you nodded over at his device. 

He looked to see what you were referring with a quickly glance and replied with a short worded answer. “Writing.” You grinned, you had a passion for the subject. Deciding to trust your gut, you sit yourself in front of him and smile brightly. “What are you writing about?” You asked. He still looked unsure of you, although, these types of looks weren’t unusual when you met new people. Mostly because Reggie and his erratic behavior met them first. 

 "Why do you want to know?“ He asked with an eyebrow raised. “Oh, I love writing. I hope to have a career to do with the subject one day.” You answered as you messed with your fingers over the table. 

 "Hm.“ He said in thought. “What?” You asked. He shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I just figured that the twin sister of the oh so famous Reggie Mantle would be more.. well, Reggie-like.” “Well, I play softball if that’s what you mean. But otherwise I’ve always been the more soft spoken one I guess. My brother is just a real pain in my ass all the time.” You huffed as you crossed your arms. 

 "Interesting.“ He looked at you for a few seconds, considering whether he could trust you. He smiled when he saw the genuine curiosity in your eyes. "Well if you must know, I’m writing a novel.” “That’s awesome! About what?” You asked. “Riverdale.” “Well that was descriptive.” You retorted as he cracked a grin. 

 Your food finally came out at that time, your fries looked exceptionally delicious. “Wanna share?” To which he grinned. 

 That encounter alone sparked on many more encounters after that. After meeting up 5 more times after that first one, he asked you out. You obviously hid it from your brother, neither of you could even imagine the torment that would come. 

 The both of you had been together for a little over 6 months now. A whole summer had passed and the two of you were still going strong. When sophomore year started, softball started again too. 

 He always went to your games and was the cute supportive boyfriend. Whenever you made a home run he was always right there for you. And it wasn’t like your brother ever went to your games so you never had to worry. 

When you had started dating Jughead, his three other friends adopted you in their group and they were all for your secret relationship, never bringing it up when Reggie was around. Archie came close a couple times to spilling the beans but Betty and Veronica usually kept him in check. 

 It was a particularly sunny day when another softball game had taken place. It was the final game of the season, which meant your parents were obligated to come too. However, this meant they were forcing Reggie to be “supportive” of his sister. Of course Jughead had come to watch. 

You were the best pitcher on the team so that was the position assigned on the field for you. Before you ran out with your teammates, you gave Jughead a quick kiss, promising to see him afterwards. You didn’t realize your brother had come to your game until your eyes had met when you made it to the pitchers mound. 

He smirked but applauded with everyone else, cheering you on. The first batter on the other team made it to the plate and hit the bat against the ground a couple of times before getting into position. You smirked and readied your arm before pitching. 

 The game lasted a couple of hours, your team winning by a home run (that you had made). Your entire team was hollering as was the crowd. Your parents told you they were proud of you and that’s when you noticed Reggie was missing. 

 "Hey, where Reg?“ You asked your parents. Your mom wasn’t paying attention to you as she typed away on her phone. "He went to talk to someone I think.” Your dad said before leading his wife away to the car. 

 You shrugged before going to find your boyfriend. When you found him, you realized he wasn’t alone, Reggie was with him. “Oh god.” You muttered under your breath as you approached them. 

“Oh, hey sis. Good job on your game.” He said before continuing his malicious staring at Jughead. “Reggie, what are you doing?” You asked. He turned to you again. “Just finding my answers from this little freak here.” He turned back to Jughead who only looked at him with a pissed stare. 

 "So, are you gonna answer my question? It was you who killed Blossom huh?“ "I didn’t.” Jug spat. “What’s it to you anyway Reggie? Just leave him alone.” You said as your eyes met Jughead’s a couple times. “Because my coach has been non-stop breathing down my neck thinking it was me! I figured I can try to catch the person who did it so he’d leave me alone. And I bet it was him.” Reggie stayed as he looked at Jughead.

 "Reggie stop. Leave Jughead alone, he didn’t do anything.“ You said as you tried to shove Reggie away from him. "Oh, so you’re friends and with the little freak. Wouldn’t put it past you, you’ve always been weird. You know, I wonder if it was you that killed him.” He said. Your jaw dropped. 

“What the hell Reggie. Are you really accusing me of murder!? Murder Reggie, that’s insane. And besides, you know I was at an early softball practice on July 4th. And Jughead and I met up right after to hang out so why don’t you take your stupid accusations somewhere else.” You snapped at your brother. 

 "Why are you protecting him? This little geek is just a stupid nobody that nobody likes.“ He growled. "I like him! Reggie, he’s sweet, and funny, and caring… and all the things you aren’t!” He stopped and stared at you analyzing your words carefully. 

 "Wait… are you two… oh no way.“ His eyes widened as he looked back and forth between the two of you. "Back off Reggie.” You spat as he his shoulders slumped and he walked off giving you one last glare before disappearing around the corner. 

 You grinned as you looked over to Jughead who was in shock. “Well, so much for not telling him.” He commented with a sly smirk before wrapping you in his arms and congratulating you on your win.


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Sherlock knows that there are different kinds of kisses.

There are goodnight kisses.
When he was a child, his mother gave him a kiss every evening. Always on the forehead. They were soft and affectional. It was their ritual.

There are dog kisses.
Redbeard gave him a lot. They were wet and a bit too much dog, but Sherlock never pushed him away. He always just giggled and Redbeard smiled his happy dog smile at him.

There are surprise kisses.
One time, when he was a teenager, Sherlock visited a nightclub. He knew that all of his classmates were going there, and that going out was considered a … normal habit for normal teens, so he wanted to try it out. It was part of his long search for a way to fit in.
It wasn’t a very pleasant experience. It was too loud. There were too many people. He was overhelmed.
When he left, and breathed in the chill night air, relieved, a boy he didn’t know came to him and asked if everything was okay. Sherlock nodded. The boy smiled brightly. He seemed to be a bit drunk. Suddenly, without any warning, he leaned forward and kissed Sherlock on the mouth. It was sloppy and strange. Sherlock was too surprised to do anything. In the next moment, the boy withdrew and walked away, giggling.
Sherlock stared after him. He was completely frozen. He didn’t know how he should interpret this experience, but he knew that he would never go to a club again.

There are wanted kisses.
Sherlock met Victor Trevor at university.
At this point, he knew that he was gay, and he asked himself a lot what it would be like to have a boyfriend. To be in love. To be loved. To cuddle. To have sex.
But he never really had the courage to date someone. He was too insecure.
But one day, Victor Trevor asked him out.
Sherlock was surprised, and first he was not sure if Victor meant it seriously. Victor was attractive and popular. Why would he want to hang out with Sherlock?
But when they sat in a cafe, drinking milkshakes, Victor smiled at him and said, “Do you know that you are beautiful?”
Sherlock blushed, and suddenly he very much wanted to kiss Victor.
And they did. They kissed in front of the cafe and it was great.

There are also unwanted kisses.
It was Victor, who discovered the cocain.
It helped him to stay awake longer. To be more attentive. He believed that it would help him to get better grades …
He was thrilled, and after some hesitance, Sherlock tried it too.
He was surprised, how much the cocain helped him focus.
And very quickly, he couldn’t do without them … Neither of them could.
First, it was bliss.
But slowly, it became a mixture of desperation and regret.

One day, Victor left and never came back.
He just disappeared.
Sherlock wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
He never thought that Victor was his souldmate or anything. It was love, but it was a kind of fragile and changeable love.
He gave up searching for Victor after a while.
And was suddenly alone again.

One day, when he realized that he didn’t have enough money for the drugs anymore, he begged his dealer to give him something on credit.
The other man just laughed and shook his head.
“I don’t do that,” he said. “Not that. But … we could make a deal, pretty boy.”
And suddenly, he leaned forward and gave Sherlock a sloppy kiss on the mouth. It reeked of cigarrettes and cheap vodka.
Sherlock shoved the man away and left quickly.
He wouldn’t do that, he swore to himself. Never.

But it was just another kind of self betrayal.

None of the kisses he received in his past is comparable to the one he shares with John Watson years later.

They kiss each other in the pale moonlight in Sherlock’s room.
They’re standing in front of the window and the curtains are open.
John’s lips are warm and soft.
John’s hands are in his hair.
John is everywhere.
The kiss is slow and it seems to last an eternity.
The kiss is salvation.
It’s the end of their pain and their hiding.
It’s the end of Sherlock’s search for someone who can see him for who he really is.

John-kisses are made of love.


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Corrected by @bakerstreet-irregular <3

Save Me. (Yoongi x Reader) PROLOGUE.

“It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight.” - [“Save Me” - BTS]

Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on– training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself…from yourself?    

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)

Secret Agent AU

Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, and bullying)

PARTS: Prologue | 1  | 2

A/N: Hi everyone ~ Sorry it’s been a little while since I’ve updated! But I’m happy to present to you my new story ^_^ & CONGRATS TO BTS FOR WINNING TOP SOCIAL ARTIST AT THE BBMAS WOOOO! Let me know if the “Keep Reading” link doesn’t work!

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

           It was a cliché high school love story, without the happily-ever-after.

           You were one of the quietest and most diligent students in your high school, a shadow to most students, but preferred and known by all the teachers. On the other hand, Min Yoongi was extremely popular and beloved. You two were different ends of the spectrum; your orbits were never meant to interact. Gravity shouldn’t have pulled you in stronger than it did.

           And it wasn’t love at first sight. Definitely not.

           In fact, you were hardly concerned about the people around you, merely pleased with a good book under your nose. Until one day…

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Connor Murphy x Reader ; Flower petals

Connor Murphy x Reader

 Request : @doilyloily 

 “ Write me some connor Murphy x reader where reader is really positive and when connor bumps into her and he thought she would make it dramatic and say that he attacked her, but she just “oh no, I’m sorry.” And he’s just so ??? Shook ??? And then they’re apparently neighbors so when she says hi and walks to school with him he’s also ??? Shook ??? And then after a while he’s just: oh heck I love you and BOOM it’s fluffy. Idk man. “ 

 Warnings: swearing, cuteness. 

 Y/N = your name 

 Y/L/N = your last name

Smack

Connor watched in horror as he saw books fall onto the concrete floor that weren’t his. Shit. He slowly looked up from his crouching position on the floor where he was picking up stray papers. It was Y/N. They had some classes together but they had never really talked. Her friends were popular, which meant he would probably get endless insults for the next week. Freak. Jerk. Why’d you attack her?

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” Y/N yelped as she bent down as well.

 "Its, um, it’s fine. It was my fault anyway..“ Connor mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact at all costs. Once everything was picked up and he was about to run away, Y/N interrupted his escape. 

 "Connor, right? I’m Y/N,” you held out your hand. His eyes were huge, he paused before coming to his senses. He took your hand softly, as if he would shatter you. You looked strangely sincere when he finally met your eyes.

 "Oh yeah, hey,“ he drifted off, just wanting to get away from a social situation. Everyone was going to freak out at him! Connor Murphy talking to Y/N Y/L/N? What were the supposed to think?

 "I should uh- get to class.” He hurried off past you.Idiot! he muttered to himself as he kept his head down and rushed to his next class. why was she nice? Why hadn’t she screamed at him? Why didn’t she just yell freak and walk away? It would be better for her reputation If she just avoided the weird printer kid.

 Oh, you thought, he must be in a hurry. 

As he left you felt a strange sadness fill up inside you. Why were you sad? You had never really talked to him or anything but he just seemed so… genuine. you thought as you navigated through the halls and back to class. 


 It was cold outside and Connor cursed himself for not bringing a better sweatshirt. He sighed before he began walking in the direction of the school. The leaves were falling and they crunched under his old, beat up converse.

 "Connor! Wait up!“ His head whipped around when he heard you running towards him. Why would you want to be anywhere near him?

 "I didn’t know you lived so close by!” You said once you finally caught up to him. Trying to catch your breath as you tugged the sleeves of your sweater tighter around yourself. 

 He wanted to speak, but he couldn’t form any words. Why are you being nice? He just looked at you for a minute until you turned you head slightly, noticing his staring. He blushed lightly before you bumped his shoulder lightly.

 "Hey, you okay? I mean I thought maybe we could walk together to school now, since we’re acquainted…“ you trailed off when he didn’t respond. “U-unless you wanted to walk alone I could, uh, go.” It sounded more like a question instead of a statement, as if you didn’t want to leave. 

 His eyes went a little bit wider and he shook his head a bit. 

 "No! No, you’re uh, it’s fine. I get bored anyways.“ He offered a slight smile and hit your shoulder, copying your previous action. 

 "Oh! Ok great! I mean, cool.” You said, mentally slapping yourself for seeming to excited. You didn’t know that Connor actually found it endearing, and almost… cute?

 He chuckled slightly and matched his pace to yours as you made your way towards the school. You talked about autumn and leaves and stupid cold weather and how you loved the crunching sound under your shoes. He just listened and nodded, only really talking when you asked for his opinion. He much preferred to listen to you talk about how much you loved the trees newly orange leaves. 

 "Wow that walk goes by so much quicker when you talk to someone!“ You scoffed to yourself as you saw the school in the distance.

 "Yeah I guess.” He said simply. 

He felt a little sad now that it was over, he really enjoyed your company. That was a new feeling for him. He never really liked people, but you were just so excited about talking to him he couldn’t resist it. Your smile was contagious and the way the autumn wind blew your hair a little as you walked with the sun just beginning to come up made it ok like you had a halo. You were magnificent.

 "I’ll see you around? Maybe we can walk home together too!“ You said softly as you crossed the street to the school. 

 "Uh sure,” he said, a little stunned you actually wanted to talk to him again. “I um- I’ll wait by the front doors for you?” that sounded so stupid. Oh my god you were gonna think he was too eager.

 "That’s sounds great!“

 "Really?“ 

 "Yeah!“ 


It was 2:04 and he was starting to believe you weren’t coming.  i can’t believed I actually thought she would want to see me again. It was probably just a big joke. He was about to leave when he heard fast footsteps getting louder behind him. You huffed as you set down your extra book bag that you had to get from your extracurricular class.

 "Sorry, this damn class.” You took a deep breath and lunged the bag back on your shoulder. “Always with the extra projects.“ 

 "Oh, its okay! Uh, do you want me to carry one of your bags?” He pointed at the heaviest looking one and shifted his weight between his legs. Your cheeks turned red as you tentatively asked him if he was sure and told him that the bags were REALLY heavy. He just nodded and slipped it off your shoulder before slinging it on his own.

 "Thanks.“ You were blushing too hard for only knowing him for a day or two.

 It had been a month or so since that day, and everyday you would walk together to and from school. Sometimes he would even walk the extra block to drop you off. You became pretty close over the weeks and would hang out almost everyday at lunch. To say he was surprised in how humble you were would be an understatement. He thought you were going to just forget about him after a few days like everyone else, but you didn’t. It was the day you came to sit by him at lunch excited about something that he realized he might have a teeny tiny crush on you. Okay fine he was basically in love with you. 

 "Look! I found this flower near the bench outside and I- oh wow this is more embarrassing than I thought.” Your smile slowly faded as he looked at you quizzically.

 "You…?“ He asked raising an eyebrow. 

 "It just reminded me of you. I don’t know why…” You stammered turning pink. He plucked the flower from your hands and examined it, smiling slightly at the little orange flower. You were blushing madly as you watched him touch the petals lightly. Okay. Maybe you had a teeny tiny crush on him too. And by that you meant you were basically in love with him as well.


 On your way back from school a week or so later, he interlocked your hands. he was tense and expected you to rip your hand away, but you just sighed and wrapped your fingers around his. Then, he had an idea and he prayed it would work. Suddenly, he slowed his pace and he reached into his pocket.

 "Whatcha doin?“ You asked, confused, as you turned around to face him. He took a deep breath and walked a little closer towards you. He slowly pushed whatever was in his hand behind your ear as his cheeks heated up. the flower. You began to blush when you realized that he was staring at you. 

 "Whatcha looking at?” You said softly, he was so close to you, you just wanted to melt into him.

 "I think I’m in love with you, holy shit.“ He breathed out, he honestly didn’t think you heard him. When he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders and your head lay on his shoulder he was a little surprised. He stood still until eventually wrapping his hands around your waist. 

 "Holy shit, I think I’m in love with you too.” You murmured into his ear. His breath hitched as he let go of your waist and looked back at you.

 "Wha-“ you couldn’t even finish your question before he leaned in more. 

 "Is this okay?” He breathed, you could feel His breath tickled your face a little. You answered by leaning in and connecting your lips to his. They were surprisingly soft and warm despite the cold air around you. Your hands went around his neck and fiddled with the hair at the nape of his neck. He hummed slightly into the kiss when he felt you playing with his hair and shortly after, you broke away for air. 

 "Wow.“ You said softly as you unwrapped your hands from his neck and touched the tiny flower behind your ear, making sure not to let it fall as you pushed your hair behind it.

 "Wow.” He whispered back. He took your hand in his again and began to walk again, trying to keep his cool. You were dazed and let him drag you along before you eventually couldn’t take it anymore. Once you were in front of your house you stopped abruptly and turned to him.

 "Screw it.“ You said before you smashed your lips into his again.

 And again. 

And again.

Julie: "Once we decided [Stefan's death], it felt so pure and right and we knew it was the road to go."

Stefan died in the most abhorrent, unnecessary, and cruel way possible. He died so Damon could life out his human fairytale with Elena.  In JP’s/KW's twisted minds they saw this is some sort of poetic redemption in making Damon turn in 1864 … but STEFAN needs to die for a selfish decision he made when he was just seventeen? This one choice needs to follow him around his entire life regardless of much he’s changed, cared, or worked to redeem himself  just ‘cause Damon must never be held responsible for anything?

This is not story-telling. This is complete character assassination. For years Stefan was slowly sliding to the wayside in favor of Damon, giving him all the story and essentially becoming a prop to his arcs/relationship with Elena. Stefan was losing agency more and more. By S8, it was all over for him. They went OUT OF THEIR WAY to portray Ripper Stefan as the “bad brother”, punishing him for killing Enzo while Damon got forgiven right away for killing Tyler and even had the fucking audacity to make Damon forgive HIM when’s Stefan’s been cleaning up after his brother’s messes basically his entire existence. In 8x16, he was the death. So shocked.

Damon should’ve been the death, not Stefan. Stefan might’ve forced him to turn, but everything after that was all Damon.  DAMON. MADE.HIS.OWN. CHOICES. He made the choice to be manipulative, evil, and torture others. He spent so much longer not giving a damn about anyone except himself while Stefan was battling bloodlust and trying to be good. Damon resented Stefan and blamed Katherine for who he was, never taking accountability for anything and when he finally did everyone else wouldn’t let him. Damon should’ve sacrificed himself for good like he tried to because then there would be accountability and his redemption story might’ve actually meant something. Instead they nerfed Stefan to appease the Damon fangirls/DE shippers and that’s just so dirty.

This is exactly what happens when a character gets too popular. The writers cater too much to the fans, disrupting focus on other characters and it RUINS THE SHOW. This has happened so many times before on other TV shows and TVD w/ Damon is by far the worst I’ve seen.

Our baby Stefan deserved so much better than sacrificing himself for a fuck-up of a brother who quite literally gave him an “eternity of misery”. KW/JP did a complete disservice to him and this show and I’ll never forgive them for it.

Let us all remember Stefan Salvatore. The selfless, noble, compassionate, self-flagellating hero who had such little value of himself he died thinking he didn’t deserve happiness and that Damon was the better man. He was precious and beautiful and this world these writers didn’t deserve him.

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Just a Pretty Face

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Fluff? Steamy kissing?

Word Count: 12, 175

A/N: This is my very first fic! I know it’s really long; I may or may not have gotten carried away. It’s mostly a series of memories leading to the point I guess? I read this over before posting it and cringed for my life but here goes nothing! I am a science student, not a writer so please forgive its crappiness. I hope you enjoy it!


Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

I learned early on in life that being a female I’d have to face many more challenges than any male whether it was in a school setting, career or even buying a god-damned car. My mother told me that even something so mundane like buying car would be another challenge to face with sexist stereotypes. When a man walks into a dealership he is asked what kind of car he is looking for; the specs and all. When a woman walks into a dealership she is asked what color she’s looking for.

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hogwarts!au jungkook
  • he is a slytherin, but the sorting hat had an extremely hard time with his placement (it took like eight minutes)
  • he’s an 18-year-old first year (let’s assume this is set up more like a hogwarts university, with ages 18-24 for years 1-7)
  • pureblood but kinda hates his family; they are cold and extremely distant
  • he adores basically every class
  • all of his teachers love him bc he is so talented and very quiet !! at least in class lol
  • his wand is made of ash wood and has a dragon heartstring core, and is 11 and ¾ inches. it’s an extremely loyal wand and will backfire on anyone who isn’t jungkook
  • for a pet he has a black barn owl; they’re super rare and hard to find in the wild, and he loves his owl with his whole heart
  • he plays on the slytherin quidditch team as a seeker. outrageously talented, and is already getting job offers from teams all over the world
  • quidditch means a whole lot to him
  • his patronus is a rabbit. he was the first person in his year to produce a patronus, and everyone was a little surprised it was a rabbit bc they expected like a snake or wolf or something badass but alas it was a bunny
  • on a side note, he has an incredible voice and the frog choir has been trying to convince him to join for months now
  • he was so horrendously shy when he came to hogwarts. like, it was awful for him
  • bc people saw him and thought he was a snobby intimidating pureblood slytherin, and no one would really talk to him
  • and so he had so much trouble making friends
  • and one day it gets really bad. right after he tries out for the quidditch team and makes seeker, some asshole gryffindors walk up and one of them is like “hey kid, stop thinking you’re so much better than everyone else, you can’t just ignore everyone because you think they’ll all beneath you”
  • but jungkook has never thought that anyone was ‘beneath’ him he’s just so horribly shy and he can’t make friends and no one will talk to him
  • and so he goes into the empty bathroom by the potions classroom and starts sobbing his eyes out because it’s all way too much and he’s so lonely
  • but then he sees a little orange-haired gryffindor kid stumble into the bathroom and he’s like wtf
  • and this guy is like “omg /??? you’re crying?? what’s wrong omg”
  • and jungkook can’t help it, he just bursts into tears and starts ranting to this stranger about how he’s so alone because people constantly misjudge him, and how his family sucked and he was so excited to come to hogwarts and finally make friends, but no one will even speak to him
  • and finally the guy just holds Jungkook and he’s like “shh i’ll be your friend don’t cry my name’s jimin and hey it’s almost lunchtime, why don’t you come sit with us”
  • and that’s how jungkook met the other bts guys
  • because this lovely, muggle-born gryffindor ball of sunshine named jimin found jungkook crying in the bathroom and completely turned his life around
  • and jungkook sends up a mental ‘fuck you’ to his parents because they were so wrong about muggleborns and they were so wrong about gryffindors, because park jimin is an angel sent from heaven
  • he becomes instant friends with the other six boys, they all go to his quidditch games (unless they’re playing against him bc they literally all play quidditch)
  • gryffindor head boy seokjin always get him out of trouble when he sneaks out at night shhhhh
  • ravenclaw namjoon tutors jungkook in history of magic because it’s the one class he doesn’t really like
  • one horrible terrible night they find out that taehyung is a werewolf, and the group makes a collective decision to become animagi because they don’t want taehyung to feel so alone
  • it was a long and hard process but finally jungkook’s animagus presents first out of the group
  • he is a raven and he thinks it’s the most badass thing in the entire world
  • turns into a raven randomly to lowkey spy on people bc he is a little shit
  • once he becomes friends with the guys, jungkook begins to open up more and socialize with the people around him
  • people recognize that they were wrong about him, that he was just a shy quiet kid and he never meant any harm to anyone. soon he’s a super-popular quidditch player and he even has a little fanclub
  • yoongi and jungkook often sit in the slytherin commons and study together because they’re both very quiet and respect space
  • one time, during a quidditch game, hoseok accidentally hit his bludger way too hard in Jungkook’s direction and jungkook broke like four bones. and hoseok wouldn’t stop apologizing for weeks afterwards and insisted on staying by jungkook’s bedside int he hospital wing for the entire night
  • overall jungkook is young and brimming with so much potential and he’s a shining posterboy of how slytherins can be kind and gentle, how they aren’t all caustic and malicious
  • he becomes a professional quidditch player when he grows up, fyi
  • he is an extremely powerful wizard and is capable of performing many spells that took his classmates years to learn. his teachers haven’t seen anything like it in a really long time

jungkook ver. / taehyung ver. / jimin ver. / namjoon ver. / hoseok ver. / yoongi ver. / jin ver.

[ next series – avatar: the last airbender!au ]

anonymous asked:

You're not going to judge tumblr shippers for their vile comments about MM but you will judge those who point out and denounce the shippers who do this? Wow. I am saddened and disappointed by this. Turning a blind eye to hatred and abuse is never ok. The excuse that it happens and she's an actress etc so just scroll on by is dangerous and normalises this behaviour. Shame on anyone who does this, and anyone who is more concerned about losing followers than speaking out about this.

1. Don’t put words in my mouth anon. You know that’s not what I meant.

2. I’m not turning a blind eye to anything. I’ve called out the harassment many, MANY times to no avail.

3. I’m not afraid to lose followers. I’ve always spoke out about things I disagree with, even if it doesn’t make me popular.

4. Policing the fandom and protecting MM from abusive fans is not my responsibility.  

5. Where were you when shippers were getting harassed and told to kill themselves? Or how about when someone said a shippers child should be taken away from her? Where’s the outrage over the way we’re treated? Or are you only interested in standing up for MM because you assume it’ll get you closer to Sam?

Look, I feel bad that she’s still getting harassed. I’m embarrassed that it’s most likely a shipper doing it because it makes people think we’re all a bunch of monsters. I wish it would stop and that everyone would leave her alone but what the hell am I supposed to do? Why does it fall on my shoulders? I have my own crap to deal with, including abusive messages that flood my inbox almost everyday. No one cares about that. In fact the majority of the fandom encourage it, so no I’m sorry but I’m not going to sit here and be MM’s saviour. She has enough of those. The people who are doing this to her will not stop and nothing I say will change that. Maybe if you stopped giving them the attention they’re craving they’d soon shut down their accounts due to boredom. I don’t know how these people operate or why they do the things they do, but I do know it’s not my problem and I refuse to waste any more of my time thinking about it. Find someone else to blame. 

A Brief Guide to New Japan Pro Wrestling

Kazuchika Okada: Current IWGP World Heavyweight champion and leader of a group called CHAOS. (The all caps mean they’re important.) The man so fabulous that money and glitter fall from the ceiling whenever he enters the room. Had a stint in TNA where he did nothing for two years then returned to Japan and promptly because one of the company’s biggest stars.

Hiroshi Tanahashi:  Several time world champion. A squeaky clean babyface who always has great matches that some fans resent because he hardly ever loses.  Basically the Japanese John Cena.

Kenny Omega: Anime loving goofy geek turned killer heel that is still pretty goofy.  Current leader of the Bullet Club a group of mostly foreign evil wrestlers who dress like the cira 1997 NWO.

Tetsuya Naito: Guy who fans didn’t care about when he was a clean-cut babyface so he left to Mexico became a bad guy and now people suddenly love him.  Leads a group called “Los Ingobernables De Japon.” Current intercontinental champion.

Minoru Suzuki: Evil, ornery old judo guy who dresses like a cross between a crime boss and a samurai. Used to beat up Ken Shamrock back when that meant something.  Leads a group of evil bastards called Suzuki-gun and beats up people at random for shits and giggles. Holds the NEVER Openweight title.  Was incredibly happy when learned that meant he could beat up lightweights.

Ryusuke Taguchi: Skinny, incredibly wacky man whose offense revolves around finding ways of hitting people with his ass. Now has a faction called Taguchi Japan.

Katsuyori Shibata: Default template for a create a wrestler in Fire Pro Wrestling video game. Recently suffered a career suffering injury because he tried to give Okada a real-life headbutt.  Turns out Okada had a much harder head.

Togi Makabe:   A bear in human form that dyed his hair blond.  Has a popular food blog… 

Tomoaki Honma: A lovable loser who keeps trying to hit that diving headbutt and usually misses. Togi Makabe’s tag partner.  Recently had a horrifying neck injury.

Bad Luck Fale: 6′7″ 344 pounds of big scary Togan muscle.  Does the heavy lifting for the Bullet Club while wearing cool sunglasses.

The King of Darkness” Evil: Member of Los Ingobernables De Japon who maybe… just maybe might be a bad guy.  Dresses like he buys his entire wardrobe from the Spirit of Halloween store. 

The Young Bucks: Imagine the Hardy Boys cira 2001 but as heels and 100% wackier.  Wrestles matches like they were characters in a wrestling video game. Members of The Bullet Club and a subgroup of it called “The Elite” with Kenny Omega.

Toru Yano: A man whose offense is based entirely around cheating.  You will never love something as much as Yano loves cheating. Currently teams with Tomohiro Ishii. CHAOS member.

Tomohiro Ishii: Short, thick tough guy who resembles an angry barrel of meat.  Toru Yano’s tag team partner/comedy straight man and a longtime rival of Togi Makabe.  

Hiromu Takahashi: Current Light Heavyweight champion and a flame-haired terrifying madman.  Everything about him is a little off putting and creapy.  Los Ingobernables member.

Kushida: Former Light Heavy Weight champion who is REALLY into the Back to the Future movies. I mean he has a move called “The Hoverboard Lock.”

Hirooki Godo: Remember how in early 90s WWF all the wrestlers had part-time jobs? (The Mountie, The Repo Man, etc.)  Hirooki Godo is like that but his job is a samurai.

Yuji Nagata: Aging veteran who has been wrestling for nearly 25 years! A former world champ and one of the all time greats despite a laughably ill-advised attempt at at Mixed Martial Arts career.  Had a brief stint in WCW where he feuded with Disco Inferno… Really!

Gedo: Another wrestling veteran and Kazuchika Okada’s personal hype-man in CHAOS. 

Tama Tonga & Tonga Roa (AKA The Guerillas of Destiny): Remember The Monster Meng in WCW? These are his sons! Scary face-painted Tongan badasses who are members of the Bullet Club.  One of them tried to pass himself off as Mexican in WWE briefly.

anonymous asked:

Can you do the napping prompt with tianshan

I can, though I’m not sure I can do it well… I added an extra GIF just because. Not much napping because the latest chapter threw me off, but well, here it is. Thanks for the prompt!

8) He Tian x Mo Guan Shan ~ Napping.


As he scrubbed the bottom of the pot, Guan Shan found himself thinking that He Tian was oddly quiet that day. He hadn’t harassed him so far, and he’d even helped take the plates and other stuff to the kitchen once their lunch was over. Of course the bastard had run away at the sight of dirty dishes and such, but that was his usual nature. And in any case, it was fine, right? That guy could be a fucking brute sometimes and he really didn’t know how to handle the fine crockery.

He rinsed his hands and took off the rubber gloves. “Oi,” he called out. “There’s enough left for you to reheat tonight and tomorrow, so…” He saw Tian skulking away. “… The fuck is this guy doing,” he muttered. His eyes opened wide when he checked out the living room. “Huh?! What the hell?” The couches had been stripped off the cushions, and He Tian had laid them down by the windowed wall.

“It’s a napping nook,” Tian grinned as he sprawled on his side. “It’s always bothered me that the sunlight is blocked by the back of the couches, and napping like this,” he yawned as he covered his eyes with his arm, “is paradise.”

Mo gaped at him. “But your bed is right there! Now this place looks like a pigsty again, you asshole!”

He Tian peeked out and smirked. “Ah… So you’re saying you’d share the bed with me. How bold, Don’t Close Mountain.”

“Fuck off, you jerk!” Guan Shan began to yell, but… Did that mean that He Tian knew that he’d refuse to go to bed with him? Had he done that so that he’d be more comfortable as well? Shit. “A-anyway, the food is in the re—”

“Shut up and just lie down for a while,” Tian said, turning around and lying on his stomach, nuzzling the thin pillow he’d brought from his bed.

He looks like a cat, Guan Shan thought. His straight, black hair appeared almost warm in the early afternoon sunlight. His muscular back was relaxed, and his t-shirt had crawled up a little after his wiggling, revealing his pale skin.  

“I’m gonna start charging you if you keep staring,” Tian teased.

“I didn’t—! I wasn’t staring!”

“You were totally checking out my ass,” Tian grinned, wiggling his butt.

“I was not!”

“Aaah, your smoldering gaze makes me feel naked. I’m gonna go har—”

“Shut up, you major chicken dick!”

He Tian stretched out his leg and kicked Mo in the back of the knee, making him lose balance and land on the cushions with a thud and a groan. “Stop being so fucking confrontational and relax!” He threw one of the blankets over him and grinned. “There. Doesn’t it feel good?”

Guan Shan wriggled underneath the blanket and glared at Tian. “Why are you always hitting me?”

“Hitting on you?”

That too, Mo thought, but he just furrowed his brow deeper in response.

He Tian sighed. “Because you’re fucking stubborn.”

“I can’t understand why you’re so popular. You don’t know how to treat people. I bet you never had a pet.”

“Interested in the position?”

“What position?”

“I meant being my pet, but now I don’t know. Do you have a favorite position you wanna try?”

“… You’re so fucking dirty.”

“You’re the one that went there.” He Tian yawned and stretched. “I’m not that popular. And I did have a pet. Briefly.”

“What was it?”

“A dog. Golden Retriever.”

“Where is it now?”

“With another owner.” He smirked. “Its name was Jian Yi.”

Guan Shan rolled his eyes and snuggled under the blanket. “Fuck off.”

“Jerk off, you said? Okay,” Tian said merrily, his thumb toying with the elastic band of his briefs.

“Don’t put your hands in your pants, you chicken tit! Ugh, it’s impossible to talk to you…” Guan Shan grumbled.

And yet, he was lying there, chatting with that guy. He couldn’t comprehend it himself. Many times he had thought about the feelings that He Tian stirred in him. Being close was painful, but being far was now almost unthinkable. The people he used to hang out with had left his side, and all of them had been replaced by He Tian. What did it mean when one person was worth a dozen? But even though that guy had gone so far as to tell his brother about him, Guan Shan didn’t think he was as prominent in He Tian’s life as…

“… Jian Yi,” he muttered.

“Hmmm? What about Yiyi?” Tian wondered sleepily.

Was your dog actually called Jian Yi, or did you mean something else when you said it now had another owner? No, he could never ask that question. “You two… You have been friends for long?”

Tian raised his head and watched him closely.

“What,” Guan Shan said defensively.

“What’s with all this questioning? It’s as if you finally wanted to know more about me. It’s almost cute.”

“In your dreams.”

“You’re gonna torture me there too?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Tian rested his body on his right arm and looked at him frankly. “Can’t be honest for once, can you? Guess it’s better this way, though. We’re all alone here, and who knows what I’d do to you.”

Retreat! Guan Shan thought. He curled up and scowled at Tian. “You’re not going to tell me.”

“Jian Yi? Let’s see… We’ve been friends for some years, but it’s not exactly like we hang out. He only does that with Zhan Zheng Xi. There’s nobody else in the world for him.” His voice turned unusually soft. “Nobody else can get in there.” He shrugged and lay back down. “I guess it’s nice to have that one person that means the world to you. Someone you wanna protect…”

For a moment, Guan Shan knew that he was inexplicably jealous. It was ridiculous. He opened his mouth to say something equally ridiculous, but saying too much might leave him exposed, and he realized that he was afraid of losing something that had become precious somewhere along the line.

He Tian yawned and covered himself with the other blanket. “The food today… It was good. You should come over more often. Or just live here…”

“Learn to cook, fucker,” he grunted unconvincingly.

“I’ve learned a bit… These past few days… Still, your food tastes better…”

Guan Shan’s chest felt warmer than usual when he grumbled, “… I guess you’ve learned how to chop the onions.” He took a peek at He Tian, whose eyes were closed now.

“Mo has finally complimented me. Good…” His breathing became even and his mouth relaxed.

Only a couple of weeks before, Guan Shan would have taken advantage of that defenselessness and he would have looked for a way to hurt that guy, the guy that had bullied him. The one that had stuck his neck for him. The one that had chased after him day after day. The one that had helped him out of a toxic “friendship”. The one that had talked to him, touched him, and…

Guan Shan shut his eyes tight. That guy was infuriating. Smug. Meddling. Rough. Strong. Caring. Surprisingly warm, like the blood that had stained his shirt, like the jacket he’d put round his shoulders; like the afternoon sun shining down on that nest Tian had built for the two of them. He wasn’t used to this warmth, he thought, as those mixed feelings he always had became a little more concrete, a little stronger. Gradually, he let his body relax. He turned his back on He Tian and rested his head on his arm.

He Tian’s fingers reached out and touched his, entwining gently. He didn’t speak. He didn’t push.

Unpredictable. That was what that guy was to him.

Mo’s lips twitched into a little smile, and with warm thoughts swimming through his mind and that hand in his, he fell asleep.


A Good Brother

Since he was a little boy, Charles Weasley saw Voldemort as his personal boggeyman. Even if  he’d never met the man in person, little Charlie was terrified of that person who’s name shouldn’t be said that made his parents sad and angry. He would ask every night for his  parents to check under his bed if he wasn’t there. The idea of a mass murderer hiding in his son’s room always started an ugly laughter in Arthur Weasley’s throat. But every night, he complied and assured Charlie he was safe and had nothing to fear. It was a lie of course. They both knew it.


Charlie knew he was right to be scared when he was eight and he saw his mother cry for the first time. He entered the kitchen one morning and saw her curled on her chair, a piece of parchement resting on the table. Charlie sneaked in to try and read the paper. His first fear was that something happened to one of his brothers. Because that was what his dad and mum often talked about when they thought Bill and Charlie were asleep. The words were small and complicated, but Charlie could decypher two names, Fabian and Gideon. His parents hated lying to their children, so they told them that their uncles were fighting You-Know-Who and died.  They didn’t say they were killed, but Charlie kind of understood that. He wasn’t sure what death really was just yet, but Bill told him it meant he would never see his uncles again. When he saw the twin caskets, a couple days later and watched them disappear in the ground, Charlie cried. He didn’t make a noise, because no one was talking, and you’re not supposed to be loud if everyone else is quiet. He simply gripped Bill’s hand and followed him around. For years, Charlie would dream of twin caskets in which his siblings were resting.


At school, Charlie was gentle and popular enough that people didn’t make fun of him if he ever got surprised crying because he was missing his brothers and sister. They would simply go look  for Bill, and later Percy, and either would comfort him and help him write letters home. Charlie was terribly bad with words and never knew how to get his thoughts across. In return for his letters, he would get drawings and pictures. He kept them preciously in his bedside table.

When he was thirteen, Charlie kissed a girl. She was pretty and smelled nice but even he didn’t feel much. There was no butterfly or firework in his belly like he’d been told he’d feel. At sixteen, Charlie kissed a boy, and though it was nice enough too, it wasn’t special enough to have him wanting to do it often. He’d learned about dragons the previous year though, during a class of Care About Magical Creatures. That lit his eyes up and made him daydream far more than any kisses could.


Charlie left Hogwarts the summer before Ron entered it. He left home in August, and headed to Romania to study dragons. He’d already read every book from the Library and was ready to meet people who’d understand his passion. Charlie made friends, and was teased for chosing a hermit life  in forests with giant lizards over becoming a Quidditch star. He didn’t mind, because at the end of the day, he got to see dragon eggs and share hot cocoa with his colleagues. The highlight of his year was still when his parents and sister came to visit. He also managed to get Bill to drop by. They got drunk and Bill listened to him cry about how much he missed all of their siblings. Charlie kept the drawings and photographs in a tiny box in his trunk. When spring came around and he received Ron’s letter asking him to smuggle a baby dragon, all his friends exploded in laughter and were ready to go before he even finished his explanations. They already knew Charlie would do anything for his siblings.


Charlie wasn’t there when Ron got hurt saving the world at the end of his first year. He came back for summer and bought Ron as many candies as he could eat. Sometimes, being a good brother is in discreet celebrations.

Charlie wasn’t there when his baby sister got possessed and left for dead in a mythical chamber. When summer came and Ginny left school, paler and more silenced than ever, Charlie kept a vigilant  eye on her. He didn’t go back to Romania for months. And when Arthur won the Daily Prophet Grand Prise Galleon Draw, Charlie was the one to suggest they should all go visit Bill. Sometimes, being a good brother is knowing your presence and a change of scenary are the best medicine.

Charlie was there when the Death Eaters attacked supporters celebrating a victory - or drinking the bitter taste of loss away. He went to fight alongside the Ministry to protect his siblings and everyone who needed it. He also stayed the rest of the summer in the Burrow. Sometimes, being a good brother is making sure your siblings and their friends have an open ear if they need to talk their fears away.

Charlie wasn’t there when Harry, his adopted but estranged sibling, watched Voldemort come back from the dead. From Charlie’s childhood nightmares. He learned about it in one of Ginny’s letters and got his worst burns when her words resonnated in his head as he was tending a dragon. In his head, Ginny had that same terrified voice as when she was twelve and asking him if Tom would come back. Charlie felt like he’d been lying to her for years, telling her she was safe and had nothing to fear. That Tom would never come back. Sometimes, being a good brother is forgetting how life doesn’t always follow your hopes.

Charlie wasn’t there when his father got attacked by an evil snake. Charlie wasn’t there when Dumbledore’s tiny army raided the Ministry. He came back to see the greying hair on his father’s head and the scars on Ron’s arms. Ron laughed it off. Charlie cried it out. Sometimes, being a good brother is shading tears other people won’t cry.

Charlie lived in Romania. He loved it, loved the people, the country, and above all his job. But when Charlie came back to Bill’s comatose and broken face, he considered never leaving again. Bill had always been his best friend, his safety in the chaos that was their family. Charlie hugged Fleur and helped her chose her wedding dress. He was Bill’s best man and joked, more than once, that Bill was actually the best man he knew. The three of them got drunk at a pub a few miles from the Burrow and he recalled every embarassing moment of Bill’s childhood. Sometimes, being a good brother is making your sibling blush and hit you in the face as their fiancée is bending in laughter and coughing beer out of her nose.


Charlie wasn’t there when Fred died.

Charlie was there to see his mother cry and his brothers collapse.

Charlie was there to see Ginny stand, tall and proud and clutching Harry’s hand so she wouldn’t get lost.

Sometimes, being a good brother is knowing that there are days when you can’t be the good brother.



Charlie was there when Victoire was born.

Charlie was there to see Bill cry and his siblings scream.

Charlie was there to hold the tiny baby and let her grip his finger.


Charlie was there when Ginny wrote that she was pregnant and wanted to see him. Everytime.

Charlie was there when Fred II asked to learn how to fly and neither George nor Angelina had the heart to teach him.

Charlie was there when Lucy got in another fight with her parents and needed a place to let her anger out. He was also there to bring her back home and make sure she’d apologize to Percy.

Charlie was there when Hugo felt inadequate and lonely in their giant family.

Charlie was there to talk about kissing boys and girls, about how sometimes people liked it and sometimes they just didn’t care.

Charlie was there to give pets as presents, as siblings and in-laws pretended they didn’t know about it.

Charlie was there every step of the way in his nieces and nefews’ lifes.

He quickly needed a larger box to gather all the drawings and pictures he kept receiving. (Hermione gave him an enchanted one)

Sometimes, being a good brother is being a good uncle.

enough : part 2

credit to original owner for gif

words: 2,272

genre: angst + smudge of fluff

warnings: you might cry 

A/N: the long awaited continuation :))

PART 1 

“Let’s break up.” You proposed, hands shaking as tears fell from your eyes.

“P-Please don’t say that.” Jimin croaked, voice breaking in the process.

But what else could you say in situation? You loved him with all you had to offer and at one point, you knew he did too, but what’s going on with him? Jimin used to carry you to bed and sing you lullabies until you fell asleep, tracing circles on your back while your legs were sprawled around his body. He would wake up early in the morning and cook you breakfast, wishing you luck on your big exam. At times, he would even prepare a feast for dinner when he knew that you were stressed out and on the verge of breaking down. He was there for you at all times, maybe it’s not him. Maybe it’s you. 

“Why have you been neglecting me lately? Do you even know how much that hurts?” You began. “Is there someone else?”

Jimin’s eyes widened as he rushed to your side, embracing you in a hug as he sobbed loudly, “How could there ever have been someone else when the only person I’ve ever loved was you?” 

Falling to your knees, you cupped your face in your hands as you cried. The person you’ve spent the majority of your life with was leaving tear stains on your clothing and yet here you are, unsure of what to do. Jimin was the one you wanted to spend your life with, but did he feel the same way? There was no way to be sure: if you asked him, he could just lie. But Jimin wouldn’t do that, right? You knew him better than you knew yourself and that is a fact that can’t be denied no matter what. You love him, but does he love you?

I’m home!” you shouted, walking through the door with bags of groceries dangling on your weak arms.

Footsteps came running down the hallway and your eyes met with a half-naked Jimin who clearly just came out from a steamy shower, the only thing covering his body being a white towel.

“I told you to call me before you came up so I could help with the groceries!” Jimin scolded, rushing to your aid.

“I’m a big girl!” You huffed and did the infamous empowering stance.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jimin chuckled, taking the bags from your arms and placing them on the counter. “How was school today?”

You groaned in response.

“Same. I’m getting tired of doing all these dumb essays about irrelevant things that don’t pertain to my major in any way possible.”

Laughing slightly, you did the flower pose as you leaned against the marbled counter. You loved hearing Jimin rant about how much he despised school, despite doing so well. He was smart and everything you weren’t, yet he motivated you to do better. To become a better person than he was and in all honestly, that was the most important part of being in a relationship. You set goals together and accomplish them one by one. To you, a relationship isn’t about coming home to expensive gifts or being taken out on luxurious dates. It was all about being successful together and this is exactly why Jimin was head over heels with you.

He loved the fact that you didn’t care about his wealth, but more about who he was as an individual. You judged him based off the content of his character, not what others had to say. The way you openly spoke your disagreements is definitely one of the things Jimin loved about you. If he were doing something wrong, you would let him know. Whenever he pissed you off, you would tell him on the spot. You weren’t the type to keep your mouth shut when it came to him and that was truly something he adored. 

Placing a kiss on your lips, Jimin connected your forehead against his before saying, “What are you thinking so hard about?”

“I’m so lucky to have someone like you by my side.” You smiled. “I must have saved China in my past life.” 

“I must’ve saved the entire Earth if that were the case.”

After putting the groceries away, Jimin carried you to bed knowing that you were very exhausted. Gently taking off your shoes, he rubbed the sore spots in you foot before massaging your tense shoulders. He was always one to put you at ease, despite always being on edge. Wrapping his arms around your waist, you smiled as he laid a soft kiss upon your cheek, lips lingering as he spoke.

“Let’s get some sleep, baby.” 

And with that, you were out cold faster than a blink of an eye.

You let out a shaky breath, holding his hands as you cried.

“I’m sorry.” Were the only words that escaped past your lips before you got up and walked away, leaving a heartbroken Jimin lying in an abandoned park in the dead of the night. 


It’s been years since the day you left Jimin. To this day, you still don’t know what really happened with him. You took all your belongings from the apartment you had shared and moved to Seoul. As of now, you were employed at a cafe while you worked for your masters degree to pursue your dream career in the medical field. After you left him, you cried for months on end. Everything reminded you of him, but you knew things would be better off this way. With you out of the way, he could be able to focus on whatever he was always so damn stressed about. Now that he’s gone, he’s all that you can think about. You thought that you would do this for yourself, to protect yourself from harm, but turns out, you were only trying to protect him from himself. Neither of you knew any better. All you knew was that Jimin would always be your one and only until the end of time. 

Upon hearing the ringing that echoed throughout the shop, indicating a new customer had arrived, you sighed and retraced your steps to the cash register, awaiting the customer’s order.

“Good morning, how may I take your order?” you asked in a monotone voice.

“What a way to greet your customers.” 

You chuckled upon hearing this familiar voice. Looking up, you smiled as you looked up.

“Long time no see, Jungkook.” 

“How have you been?” he asked, leaning over the counter.

Jungkook was one of your colleagues, in fact, he was your first friend in Seoul. He knew all about your past relationship with Jimin and has been by your side ever since. Your relationship with Jungkook was strictly platonic. He knew that your heart belonged to Jimin, so he never even bothered to really get into anything serious with you. You two were bestfriends and that was that. Of course, Jungkook was extremely attractive and all, but you just had this gut feeling that it wasn’t meant to be. Nonetheless, Jungkook still used you as an excuse to not go out with all the other girls at your prestige college

Walking down the popular streets crowded with hard working citizens, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh as Jungkook yelped when he burnt his tongue after taking a swig from his hot coffee.

“I told you to be careful!” you scolded the older one.

“I couldn’t help it!” he whined, stomping his feet on the pavements. 

It was Valentine’s day, one of the busiest days of the year. Avoiding traffic on the way to school, you both maneuvered your way through the crowd as your rushed to make it to class on time. Today was like any other day, being the reason that you and Jungkook are antisocial and too awkward to go on a real date which works out perfectly fine since you have each other. In fact, rumors around school say that you two are together: some even say that you have slept together in the janitor’s closet. But you two knew better than to listen what others had to saying, so you disregarded the rumors and continued on with your daily life. 

Upon entering the school, girls were lined up at the entrance, patiently waiting for Jungkook’s arrival. He was the most popular boy and you? You were the most popular girl. You both had brains and looks, who wouldn’t like you? The only thing you two didn’t have was a desire for a relationship which only caused people to become more intrigued by your sole existence

“Jungkook!” a girl with glasses came running up to him “T-These are for you! I made them myself.”

Jungkook looked at you, smiling nervously as his eye twitched. He hated when girls did this, absolutely despised it. He was very grateful that they were so kind to, but they consistently invaded his privacy and crossed the border line. These gifts were given to him every single day and Jungkook would kindly decline each and every one of them. He got sick of it, but still plastered a smile on his face nonetheless.

“Sorry, but I’m taken.” Jungkook, intertwining his hands with yours as he walked away from the crowd.

“I’m going to kill you.” you said in a low voice, glancing over your shoulder to see his fan group throwing daggers at your back.

“Don’t worry. I’m probably going to die anyways.” Jungkook laughed, nodding his head towards your very own fan group. 

Snapping back into reality once more, you rolled your eyes before saying, “I’m doing fine, I guess.”

“Still miss him?” Jungkook teased.

“Never forgot about him. Now move aside, I have more important customers to get to.” 

You already knew what Jungkook would have ordered. He came to the front just to bother you and tease you about your nonexistent love life. You didn’t mind him doing so because you did the same to him all the time. Visa versa. 

Punching in your ID number to sign in, you smiled as you spoke, “How may I take your or-”

“Hey.” 

This warm, soothing voice sent chills down your spine. You knew this voice, but refused to believe it. Looking up, you felt your insides melt as you locked gazes. 

Park Jimin

The man that made your legs as weak as jelly, the reason for your pearly white smiles and snorts at three in the god forbidden morning; your sun and stars. He was the one you would love until the day you die. Jimin was truly irreplaceable, no matter what. There is no one in this would that could ever compare with him and you knew this. All those blind dates were never bound to work out. Jungkook would always purposely set you up with the most boring and hideous men he could find, so it was only fair that you repaid the favor. But with Jimin… with him, you felt as though you could conquer the world, but the moment your relationship had ended. Your entire sky came crashing down. All the colors that once surrounded you were now replaced with shades of white and black. 

A smile unknowingly found it’s way home on your face as you spoke, “Jimin.”

“I missed you.” Jimin bluntly stated, looking for any signs of your undying love for him.

“I missed you too.” You shamefully admitted. 

Luckily, the cafe was empty at the moment, so you could talk to Jimin as long as you wanted. 

“How have you been?” You asked, curious as to what he’s been up to.

“After you left, everything was hell.” Jimin averted his gaze. “I couldn’t eat or sleep. I refused to go to my classes and stayed in the apartment. I even tried calling you at one point, but you changed your number…”

You nodded your head, unsure of what to say.

“I still love you, Y/N. I’ve never stopped.” Jimin reached for your hand in which you allowed him to grasp as he continued. “I know that I don’t deserve your love, but please just know that even if you are happy with some other man, I will always be besides you. I will never stop loving you.

Eyes welling up with tears, you blinked rapidly as you placed your other hand on top of his.

“I really don’t know what to say.” You looked around until your eyes landed on Jungkook who was giving you a thumbs up, bunny tooth smile sprawled over his adorable face. 

“Let’s start over.”

You took a moment to respond before a grin etched upon your face. “I would like that.”

Jimin’s face lit up in response as he released your hand, causing you to look at him, but before you could vocalize your confusion, he put his hand in front of you and said, “ I’m Park Jimin, nice to meet you.” 

You chuckled, shaking his hands before you replied, “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you as well.”

“I hope to see you around more often, I think you’re quite attractive.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth.”

This was the start of a new beginning. When a door closes, a new one opens. Now, it’s time to fall in love with Park Jimin all over again. 

anonymous asked:

do you read victuuri fanfics? i'm looking for new recs ^^"

I do ♡ I can rec you some, but they’re pretty popular, so a lot of people have already read them.


On My Love by RikoJasmine (Rating: Teen And Up Audiences, Status: Ongoing)

Time Travel AU where after an accident, Yuuri wakes up in Detroit before his first GPF.

For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”

I have never cried so much in my entire life.


Masquerade by Ashida (Rating: Explicit, Status: Ongoing)

Mafia/Gangsters AU 

“Just say the word.” came the whisper as Victor stepped close, behind them Yuuri was aware of guns out and at the ready, of confused men and questioned loyalties, here Victor was offering, and Yuuri was too selfish to say no.

I don’t think anything I say will do this fic justice.. It’s so beautifully written and so heart-breaking, it’s my favourite Viktor x Yuuri story. You can also find short side stories here.


Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya (Rating: Explicit, Status: Complete holy fuck)

Rivals AU where everything changes the day Yuuri goes to see young Viktor perform and win his gold medal in the Junior Grand Prix.

“I’ll show him.” Yuuri vowed, hands still clenched tight around the pillow. “I don’t want to be like him anymore. I want to be better. I’ll beat him at his own game and he won’t be laughing at me anymore.”

a.k.a. the cause of my death and part one of the Rivals Series (the first chapter of the second part, titled Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts, will be will be posted on the 26th of March and I will f perish help me). Also my favourite fic.


centripetal force by braveten (Rating: Explicit, Status: Complete)

College/University/Roommates AU where Viktor Nikiforov, popular frat boy and Linguistics major, ends up rooming with Yuuri Katsuki, a shy Physics major (who happens to be the same person that Viktor hit on his skateboard).

“Oh,” the boy says from the bed. 

He looks surprised. 

(Obviously he looks surprised.) 

Victor can’t stop staring. “Hi.” Then he remembers that Bike Boy probably hates him. No, he remembers that there’s almost a zero chance that Bike Boy doesn’t hate him. “Sorry about this. I heard you were separated from the guy who was supposed to be your roommate, and so was I. So we can switch rooms, get it the way it’s supposed to be. They’re just a floor down from us.”” 

This is like, adorable and so funny, I read it in one go!


Stargazer by Fahye (Rating: Teen And Up Audiences, Status: Complete)

Space/Royalty AU where Yuuri has been admiring the ‘sport of Kings’ from afar until His Royal Highness and reigning ballistic champion Viktor Nikiforov appears out of nowhere and together they reach for stars.

“Victor wore pink, that year, and his costume was cobwebbed with gold thread and amethysts. The jewels glittered and winked at the cameras as though even the lights were in love with him, were bending their heads to chase him as he moved, faster and brighter and grander and more breathtaking than anyone else had ever been.

That’s the image in Yuuri’s mind as he finishes his routine. There are purple sparkles and a gorgeous, carefree smile on display on the inside of his eyelids. 

So when he opens them to see the reigning men’s ballistic champion standing barely a yard away on the other side of the barrier, feet on the floor of the arena, close enough to the sealed-shut hatch in the transparent sphere that he could reach out and touch it–”” 

I read this a couple of days ago and I’m still speechless. There are wonderful illustrations in it, the story is incredible and the imagery really beautiful! 


premier dans mon coeur by aphhun (Rating: Teen And Up Audiences, Status: Ongoing)

Canon Divergence/Danseur AU where Yuuri is the Principal Dancer of The Bolshoi and moves to St. Petersburg for a few months to help Lilia Baranovskaya choreograph a routine for Yuri Plisetsky’s Senior Debut in the Grand Prix Final.

“I’m Yuuri Katsuki. Wonderful to meet you finally, Mr. Feltsman.” 

Viktor fell on his ass, elbows slipping out from under him from how he had been lounging against the boards. He went down, not hard, but embarrassingly enough as he stared up at the attractive danseur from his spot on the ice. Damn.

Holy shit. Breathing - was he breathing? Did he still have to?

The kind of fluff you never knew you needed!


My fun fact is: by stillmadaboutpetra (Raring: General Audiences, Status: Complete)

After retiring, Yuuri goes back to the University of Michigan for a Master’s in education. What he fails to mention to his friends is that he’s a retired competitive figure skater.. and that he’s an Olympic medalist.. and that he’s pretty famous.. and that he’s married.  (based on this prompt

“But a big, cheek-busting grin bounces onto Yuuri’s face and he turns to them. “Would you like autographs?” 

Uh huh huh what now? 

A muffled scream swells in one girls throat, and the other bursts out “I knew it!” and the other one, closest, holds up her phone, eyes big. “We thought we saw you at the exhibition the other week.”” 

This is so funny, I’ve read it like, three times in a row and I still go back to read it some days. 


worth mentioning & my Marked for Later list:


Welp that’s all, I still have a lot of fic rec lists I have to check out as well (saved in my drafts) but I hope you enjoy these because I really did!