what made them think this was an okay thing to do

Story 215: Cultural Exchange

The human steps onto the station from her shuttle, and walks into the scanner.  It flashes - no weapons.  I pity her, though there’s nothing I can do for her.  By tomorrow she will be a slave the same as me; the Gaunvans collect ambassadors like trophies.
“Hello there!  Amanda Thorn, ambassador for the Empire of Humanity.  You’re a Ixian, correct?”
Mimicking human body language, I nod my head.  "That’s correct.  Ix Malasan.  It is an honor to meet you.“
She smiles, reminding me again that she has somehow modified herself to breathe atmosphere suited to the Gaunvans rather than wear a respirator like myself.  Other than that she appears to be a standard human, something I am led to believe is less and less common as they pursue the bizarre compulsion humans have to alter their bodies.  Changing hair color, adding pigments to their skins in patterns and pictures, growing long tails or ears that mimic other species from their planet.  No other known species tampers with their bodies like this.
“Not to be undiplomatic, she says, "but the Gaunvans enslaved your people.  Why are you here?”
“We… reached a mutually beneficial agreement.  We would have lost in combat and been eliminated, so we chose to preserve what we could of our culture.  The Gaunvans are not naturally skilled at diplomacy, so they bring me along to assist and to show that peace can be made.”
She nods.  "Understood.  I can respect that choice.  How much freedom do you have, personally?“
Smart of her, to start planning for her future. "A fair amount.  I have free reign on the ship when we are in transit.  At the homeworld I have reasonably comfortable quarters.”
“Have you ever met the Empress, or…?”
“Oh, no.  No, while on the homeworld I am confined to my chambers - but they’re quite spacious.”
“Shame.  Okay, plan ‘A’ then.  Let’s get this over with.”

Despite my attempt at encouraging diplomacy, the Gaunvan commander starts with threats.  I don’t know why I bother.  He looms over the human, chitinous plates almost black in the dim light.  His pod of six is posted around the room, for show more than for actual security since she followed orders and came alone and unarmed.  "Failure to surrender will bring the full wrath of our army upon you.  Humanity will be crushed, and wiped from the universe.“
To her credit, she looks very calm.  "We live in a post-scarcity society.  Bloody conquest just seems silly, doesn’t it?”
“It is for the glory of Gaun!”
“Well, I’m not prepared to get into a religious debate with you,” she says, “since I doubt there’s anything I can do to change your mind.  Since you’re committed to this course of action, what are you willing to offer if we surrender?”
Now he goes back on script.  Maybe I am getting through to him a little?  He talks about the benefits of being enslaved, mainly the protections for up to twelve designated culturally historical sites.  They’ve been mostly good on their word on my homeworld, though they did use the area just outside of the Hahhn Memorial as a waste dump.

She nods as she listens.  There was a part of me that was worried she would argue, because the humans are somewhat childlike.  They don’t understand the horrors of war.  Certainly they fought in the past, but the last time they had to battle was more than two of their generations ago, so these ones have all grown up coddled and soft.  They play games with each other instead, silly competitions.  They make art, and play pretend, and alter their bodies for fun.  They don’t have weapons anymore, and wouldn’t know how to use them if they did.
“Well then,” ambassador Thorn says, “this is about what I expected.  On behalf of humanity, I would like to formally reject this offer.”
Oh no.  Foolish humans.  The galaxy will miss your innocence.  The commander makes an excited clicking noise, looking forward to combat.  He reaches a blade-tipped hand towards ambassador Thorn, but hesitates as every device in the room bleats out an alert - we’ve all lost communications with the outside.

Like one of the dances humans do, she gracefully pivots around while taking his hand.  She ends up close to him and places her other arm against his thorax, then… oh gods. Gods, what… she’s ripped his arm off.  It’s not possible.  The commander is clearly thinking the same thing, staring in mute shock at his dripping limb.
“I’d like to extend a counter-offer,” she says, and flips the arm around before jamming the bladed end into his neck.  The warriors around the room are fidgeting, uncertain.  They haven’t been told to attack, and don’t want to dishonor their commander by intervening in a fight with such a small creature.  She’s still holding the commander’s severed arm in his neck, but she rotates and heaves, lifting him off the ground with it for a moment… and then his head pops off, landing squarely on the conference table.  She allows the corpse to slide to the ground, and straightens her clothes as if they aren’t covered in ichor.

I don’t understand.

The warriors, now with no orders at all, finally act.  She smiles as they come for her, I suppose because she has done her duty to send this powerful message of resistance.  She can die in peace.  Or… no… She’s killing them.  She’s smiling because this is fun for her.  Though they’re partly killing themselves; if there had been two of them, prepared, strategic, they might have prevailed.  Watching six panicked fighters get in each other’s way while trying to stop a smaller, faster, and somehow impossibly stronger foe is almost hypnotic.  At least one is killed by the stab of a friendly lance due to pure confusion.  It’s over faster than I would have thought possible, severed limbs strewn across the room.  I’ve got some fluids splashed across my clothing.  Only one yet lives, and he is retreating.  She seems to be allowing it.

She follows behind, holding a lance.  The wounded and scared warrior scurries down the hallway towards his ship, looking back behind him as he goes.  She’s just… walking.  Calm.  And for some reason I’m following.  The last Gaunvan reaches the airlock and the second he enters his code she throws the lance - throws it! - and spears him.
“Come on, we’re stealing their ship.”  She says it like this is the most normal thing in the world.
“There are thousands more on board!  Thousands!  Almost all warrior caste!”
She smiles again, and keeps walking.  I see errors on the screens that we pass, messages indicating communications have been lost.  They can’t tell anyone what is happening here.  Even the communicators within the ship are on nodes rather than being wired, so the warriors at one end of the vessel won’t be able to coordinate with the other end.  Do they even know they’ve been boarded?
“How?”

We enter the bridge after she kills a handful of other guards with ease.  They’re too shocked by her presence to act in time.  Once the door are sealed and she is working on the control systems she starts talking to me again.
“Well, you know, we do like to be prepared.”
“But you… you ripped his arm off.”
“Yeah, that was super satisfying.”  She looks at me appraisingly.  "Oh, come on.  Is it really that surprising?  You knew we were into changing ourselves, right?  Being strong enough to pop an overgrown bug’s forelimb off isn’t rocket science.“
"Your people are so peaceful…”
“Oh, sure, most of them.  But we did that, too.  Tweaked ourselves over the years to decrease aggression and some of our tribalistic tendencies, increase empathy… all stuff that can be undone if needed.  Though for a good cause even the nicest of us can squish a bug or two.”
“You bond with Ry'ling devourers!”
“Those are the big fuzzy guys that look like cats, yeah?  Those guys are adorable!  But… look, liking some things that could kill us doesn’t mean we’ll sit back and get enslaved.  We didn’t put up with it well when we enslaved each other, and we certainly aren’t going to go for it now that we’re… finally… on the same page about slavery being unacceptable.  It was, uh, a longer time than we like to admit before the last hold-outs were convinced of that one.”

I can feel the ship un-dock.  We’re moving.  "What about all the warriors on board?  They’ll break through the doors eventually!“
"Not according to this control panel here.  Take a look.”
It says there’s no atmosphere in the rest of the ship.  Life signs are negative on all but two of the warriors, presumably the only ones that got to their suits in time.  She disabled all the safety measures, somehow.  She just killed… I check the life signs readout again to confirm the number… three thousand, six hundred, and fourteen soldiers.  Wait, how is it tracking that unless… “Are communications back up?”
“Yeah, I’m calling some friends.  The military is right around the corner, so to speak.”
“But Earth doesn’t have a standing military.”
She laughs.  Not just a little bit.  She’s actually doubled over for a moment, unable to catch her breath.  "Sweet Jeebus, you guys actually fell for that?  No standing military.  Have you read about us at all?“

Three ships appear seemingly out of nowhere, and one docks with the Gaunvan vessel.  Once the atmosphere is restored we head to the airlock to meet them, and I’m surprised by an entire platoon of Gaunvan warriors.  Speaking English.
"Okay boys, send your last goodbyes!  This is in all likelihood a one way mission.  Commander Thorn!  It is an honor to see you again, and might I say you look exquisite drenched in the blood of your enemies!”
She bows to him, blushing, and then salutes the Gaunvans.  Or… humans?  Can they change themselves this drastically?
“You’ve got two holed up in here somewhere.  Bridge is clear, have the techs bring the new brain on board.”
“New brain?”
She looks at me like she’s forgotten that I’m here, and then turns back to the others.  "Men, this is our new friend Ix Malasan who has just been liberated from his captivity.  He’s going to be helping with our intel.  Malasan, yeah, a new brain for the ship.  Once this vessel is cleaned up and back in service with a new crew we’ll be able to take it over whenever we want even if all of our boys get killed.  We cooked up a really sadistic AI for it.“
"But how do you know the protocols?  This was your first contact with the Gaunvans, they’ve never lost a ship anywhere near here!”
“No?  There wasn’t a mining colony disaster two years ago?”
“But that was just an accident… and you weren’t even involved in the war yet… and…”

The faux-Gaunvans have finished boarding.  The one that was talking to them before puts a bladed claw on ambassador - commander - Thorn’s shoulder.  "You coming with?“
"Naw.  Orders said I could only come if they allow ambassadors near extremely high value targets.  Malasan here says they don’t, so I need to wait for my next mission back on Earth.”
“It would have been nice having you with us, Thorn.  Well, maybe we’ll see each other again.  Suicide mission or not, I think I’ve decided to live through it.”
“Bold choice,” she says, and kisses him next to his lower mandibles.
He nods at me, then turns back to his men. “Okay everyone, we are now officially on the job.  And what is that job?”
In unison, they start chanting.

“FUCK! SHIT! UP!  FUCK! SHIT! UP!  FUCK! SHIT! UP!”

For a moment I nearly feel pity for the Gaunvans.  Nearly.  Commander Thorn leads me off of the ship, and I start thinking about what useful information I can provide the ‘harmless’ humans.  Fuck shit up, indeed.

Sharing a Bed

Summary: You go on a vacation to the beach with the team and you’re stuck having to share a bed with Bucky.

Warnings: smut, light fluff

A/N: Sorry I haven’t written in awhile. Lots of anxiety, school, depression, Smallville, panicking, and Oliver Queen (from Smallville) obsessing. Yeah…anyway, enjoy!


“I’m so excited to see the water.” Sam stood and stretched as the jet descended. “How about you, (Y/N)?”

“I’m just pumped to have a vacation.” You collected your things and scanned the other members who had joined you.

Natasha, Wanda, Sam, Clint, Steve, and Bucky. It’d be a hilarious, prank-filled week and you couldn’t wait. You’d been looking forward to having a break from the constant missions for months and you were desperate to relax. You’d made the four guys promise to keep their antics between themselves; if they ruined your relaxation, they were going to regret it.

The team knew you had a few things on your to-do list: tan, swim, shop, go to a club, and get laid. Nat and Wanda opted to accompany and help you with all five, especially the last one. It’s been months since you’ve had sex and you were dying for a one night stand. So were Wanda and Nat.

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Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - part 3

Warnings: graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities. You’ve been warned my lovelies:) Enjoy!


Your P.O.V
The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, basking the room with its warmth. I was tightly cocooned in a strong pair of arms, my back pressed against a muscular chest. There were soft snores echoing in my ear. I turned my head slightly, to see who the culprit of this snoring was, finding the peaceful face of my sleeping boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. 

Originally posted by sensualkisses

‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly… 

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❝ It’s impossible not to love me ❞

Plot: You and your boyfriend Yoongi are at Gayo Daejun and he shows a lot of skinship. 

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 1,6k+

Genre: Fluffy 

For @tairn13, I hope you like it! -M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

It was a day like any other for you and your group, except that for the first time you got out of the car with your boyfriend.  

Now it’s been months that the media knew of your relationship, but you never appeared at a public event together. Not if that event were the Gayo Daejun, so important to shake your legs just at the thought.  

“Y/N, breathe. You look like you’re about to die. ”  

“Sorry, sorry… It’s that I’m afraid. ”  

“Of what? You look beautiful tonight. “He murmured in a tone almost flatterer, winking at you;” Indeed… you’re even too beautiful and sexy. “ He added, biting his lower lip with malice, bursting out laughing because of your gaze.  

You bowed your head your own thighs, covered by the black fabric of the dress you were wearing and you bit your tongue not to answer them in kind.  

Yoongi loved to tease you like that and you couldn’t ever figure out how to react. Indeed that night he was even more upbeat than usual, and your hands clasped seemed glued together.  

“Yoongi, we’re here.”  

“So Jagi?  

"Let go of my hand..” You hummed looking out the window, knowing that the cars behind you hosted yours and his friends.  

Yoongi’s gaze slid mischievous on your body, shaking his head and then opening the car’s door. The blue suit he wore that night was so good that for a moment you have enchanted by his beauty.  

Only his delicate touch on your hand brought you awaken and like a gentleman he was holding your hand and helped you get off the car.  

Immediately he laid his hand on your hips as you approach him without leaving even one centimeter of space between your two bodies. Even with heels, you were lower than him, your meter and fifty had never been a problem for you, and his presence at your side could totally brighten you up.  

“I repeat… you’re too beautiful tonight, ” He whispered into your ear, gently touching your skin with the tip of his nose.  

His hot breath stroked your neck and a thrill ran through your back, but with your great effort, you got to not let go any moans from your lips.  

“THERE, THERE!!” your best friend, as well as bandmates, yelled, getting you two and giving a loud kiss onto your cheek.  

You greeted them all with a huge smile and a bow, addressed to the other members of BTS because anyway they were your sunbeam and respect was really important.  

Finally, you began to walk along the velvet carpet laid out for the occasion, you along side Yoongi while the others were in front of you.  

The smile didn’t leave for a second your lips and Yoongi loved to see you so happy. And for one night, he decided to be what usually he was into intimacy with you, because he knew that somehow it was what you wanted.  

He stopped, making stop you too, in front of some photographers and holding his hand firmly on your side began to greet them, allowing them to take pictures of you two.  

“YOONGI, YOU TWO LOOK BEAUTIFUL TONIGHT!” Shouted one of the photographers, making you blush completely.  

“Isn’t it? But I think she’s the most beautiful of the two tonight. Although I admit that jealousy is eating me alive. ”  

His answer made all of them burst out laughing and you could both do but remain silent, completely surprised by his behavior.  

It was an idea of your manager to get together at the party, by pure publicity, but he seemed to enjoy the moment.  

“Can you kiss her for us? Your photos together are what everyone is calling for! ”  

“N–” you were to answer when his hand leaned against the back of your neck, making you turn toward him.  

His lips were on your moments later. They were hot, though the temperature that night, and immediately began to ask to yours to blend in with them. Despite the surprise, you began to reciprocate that kiss that wasn’t innocent, but passionate as those exchanged in the privacy of your bedroom.  

Your legs shuddered and when he moved slightly away from your lips he had to hold you up because that kiss had been a real act of betrayal.  

“Are you okay babe?” He asked with a small amused smile.  

“N-No..” You whispered with the voice hoarse with emotion.  

He winked, waved at the photographers, still in total turmoil, and joined his friends, who were waiting at the entrance of the huge building that hosted the event.  

“Did you have to kill her in that way?” Hoseok asked, chuckling delightedly.  

“I love to kiss her. Why hold me? ” He replied and you raised your eyes to heaven, even if oddly you loved the Yoongi of that night.  

                               ___

The evening was continued with joy, all the performances were great and Yoongi never missed an opportunity to show you to the cameras. Hugs, stolen kisses, his hands always in contact with your skin, the whispers into your ear. He never missed an opportunity of touching you and show some pda in public.

He was incredibly proud to say to be your boyfriend and that left you bewildered. The private Yoongi, the guy you loved for almost a year, was another person that night.  

“Yoongi… are you okay? ”  

“Huh?”  

“You’re all … Skinship and public displays of affection. ” You point out, while his smile widened and his hand ended up on your shoulders, discovered due to the cut of the dress.  

“Don’t you like it?”  

“Obviously.. But you’ve never been that way. ”  

“True.. But you’re so and for tonight I want to make you happy. ” He murmured and the sincerity of his words struck you completely, threatening to make you cry.  

You leaned gently your hand on his cheek, moving towards to him and touching his lips with yours. You didn’t care that others look at you or took a photo, you just wanted to kiss him.  

“And this?”  

“I wanted to kiss you, that’s all.”  

                                  ___

Y/F/N continued to yell into your ear, as she attempted to reach the notes only Jimin seemed able to reach, while with a huge smile you observed the performance of the BTS.  

Performance that ended too soon for your tastes, but fortunately they didn’t send them off the stage but the two MC began talking with them and ask what they had in store for their fans.  

“Yoongi, tonight you’re here with your girlfriend, right?”  Baekhyun asked, provoking you another wave of embarrassment. Hide behind your friends was unnecessary because the lights were already focused on you and the only thing you could do was greet the cameras and smiling.  

“Yes, we’re here together Sunbae.”  

“You get along well! Your secret?? ”  

“Be in love.” Yoongi hummed with shyly smile and even if you were far from him you knew that his cheeks were stained pink and his gummy smile would make an appearance. “Y/N understands my needs and even though we are completely opposite, she’s still with me. Then look at her.. How can I not feel lucky with a girl like her? ” He added, trying to catch his breath and triggering yet another wave of the spotlight on you.  

“In fact, she’s really gorgeous!”  

“Yeah and she’s mine. That’s my girlfriend … It’s like a dream. ” He admitted running a hand through his black hair, making whistle Namjoon and Hoseok who had teased him.  

Meanwhile, you were in utter embarrassment, so when they returned to their seats close to yours, you tightened his hand and you dismissed from the spotlight.  

Walk on high heels was difficult, especially with the split of the dress which threatened to make you stumble, but you needed to speak to him.  

You Loved his attention but didn’t want him to act in a different way just because you loved displays of affection.  

Coming into a dressing room, you didn’t know who it was, you tightened your arms onto your chest looking at him seriously.  

“What is it, baby?”  

“I don’t want you to be who you aren’t.” It was the only thing that you whispered, looking into his eyes.  

“Do you think this is not who I am??”  

“You hate these things.”  

“But I love you.” He Noted, making you jump for the umpteenth time. Rarely he admitted his feelings openly and that, like the others, he managed to melt you totally. Your heart melted and you could not do anything to stop him.  

“Y/N.. What I said on stage is real. I’m lucky, damn lucky. ”  

“Also I..But… it’s just … ”  

“Baby, shut up and get back from the others, or they could think that we’re doing something dirty.” He giggled, taking your hand and as he approached the door.  

“Yoongi?”  

“Huh, baby?” He asked into a breath, stopping with his other hand on the handle of the door; “What’s the matter?”  

“I love you too.”  

“I know, it’s impossible not to love me.” He winked at you, with that smile to take the breath away and you never tired of seeing onto his loveable lips.  

And it was true, it was impossible to not love him.

nothing to lose, pt 2

[PART ONE HERE; collab with @pipedream]

summary: andrew minyard and nathaniel wesninski meet on the titanic in 1912. neil’s a rich runaway who’s finally being made to atone for his crimes against the family, and he feels like there’s nothing left to live for- until andrew promises to show him that there’s more to life than just survival.

word count: 5444 / 11836

trigger warnings: major character death, homophobia, suicide, guns, knives, violence, murder, death

  • there are voices approaching the cabin, so with a quiet question, neil takes andrew’s hand and leads him to the elevators, running to evade the valet
  • he chases them, no doubt on orders by riko, through the halls and down elevators
  • neil feels lighter in a way he’s recognizing only proximity to andrew makes him feel
  • he tightens his grip on andrew’s hand as they make their way through the ship’s incinerators and when andrew glances back he looks years younger than usual
  • somehow, they make their way to the cargo, and neil is done with running. all of his life, he’s been running, and even though it’s different with andrew by his side, it’s time to stop, just for a while
  • he sees andrew’s eyes catch on a car, one more expensive than andrew would probably ever be able to afford, so neil slides into the back of it with as much pomp and circumstance as he can muster. it’s the closest thing he can do to granting andrew permission to get into the car
  • andrew looks around, as if checking they haven’t been followed, then seems to concede that the back of a car isn’t a bad place to hide for a short while, and he climbs in next to neil
  • the silence isn’t tense, but it’s heavy, and neil doesn’t want to waste a second with andrew if they’re numbered
  • “tell me about your family,” he says, because they’re the only thing he really knows about andrew, and he doesn’t know enough
  • andrew doesn’t seem offended by the question, but he gives neil a considering look nonetheless. “what will you give me for it?”
  • “are we doing a truth for a truth again?” neil says, the hint of a smile on his lips. “anything you ask.”

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Mawiage

-Read on ff.net here

@bleebug. A little extension of the pancake moment. And for @spartanguard for chest hair comments. Because.  And for: @this-too-too-sullied-flesh on her birthday.

Rating: M

He really doesn’t care.

The Charmings have dragged them all throughout town for the past few weeks and pestered him with questions he seldom had an answer to. What kind of flowers did he like? What was his favourite cake flavour? What colour did he want to wear? (Okay, that one he had cared, but he thought the answer of black was bloody obvious.) Who did he want to invite?

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Unintentional Chapter Nine: No Strings

Chapter Summary: You head over to Jared’s place after Misha leaves you a crying mess on your floor. You open up about your past and make an important phone call.

A/N: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!! And PLEASE feel free to message me if you have any concerns or just need to talk, this chapter does get a little dark for a bit.

Pairing(s): ????

Warnings: DISCUSSION OF RAPE. It is not described in great detail, Y/N talks about it as part of her past. Discussion of addiction, lots of tequila, implied smut.

Word Count: 2.4k

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts


You tried to keep yourself from hyperventilating but there was no stopping it as you sat there. Tears streaming down your face as you sobbed, the realization hitting you and making it even worse. You ignored the beep of the microwave, signaling that the popcorn was done. You tried to work yourself towards numbness, but you couldn’t. You fucked up, and now you were alone.

——

By the time you’d stopped crying, the blood on your face was completely dried and it was almost nine o’clock. The only thing that you knew was that you did not want to be alone anymore. You were nauseous from how upset you’d been and had you not been too scared to wake up alone, you would’ve passed out.

You finally cleaned up and changed before doing the only thing you could think of to do; you headed to the liquor store for a bottle of tequila and made your way over to Jared’s apartment. You knocked on his door nervously. You’d been here plenty of times before, so you weren’t nervous about that. You were nervous because you didn’t want to have to explain all that had just happened, and you knew that you’d probably have to.

You took a deep breath as he opened the door.

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anonymous asked:

Cue an early morning meeting and everyone's gathered. Lance arrives and the team hears his congested breathing from across the room. Allura's briefing them and he's still trying to be quiet so he's giving these short stopped up sniffles and trying to breathe softly. A harsh cough rips through him and he's still trying to muffle it behind closed lips; Shiro comments on how awful he sounds, and to stop holding them back. Lance apologizes, he's trying to be quiet- the group instantly feels bad [2]

HEre’s the fic–I hope it’s okay!

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Take It All Back

Part One

Summary: As season one filming comes to a close, Jensen gets some shocking news from home.
Pairing: Jensen x OFC (Macy)
Word Count: 1635
Warnings: Drinking, language, mentions of hospitalization. 

A/N: The new Jensen x OFC series begins! It will be twenty parts total, so hang on to your hats. Something new I’m doing with this: the intro stuff (summary, pairing, etc.) will pertain to that part in particular. Never too late to be added to the tag list if you’re interested! Also, if you haven’t already, check out this song, as it was the inspiration for this fic. 

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Is The White Princess Empowering? 


I love period dramas. Like most things in my life, I blame Xena for that. This past week I was able to watch a special screening of The White Princess through Refinery29. It was an interesting watch. I am not a fan of Phillippa Gregory’s interpretations of the women involved in the Wars of the Roses. However, I do often enjoy these types of shows because, despite it all, I know there are good acting and eye candy. The White Princess was no different and while I was watching it and listening to the Q&A after, I was thinking about how we tell the stories of women in history. Specifically as to how they choose to portray empowerment. This got kinda long, but I hope all my other history lady loving nerds will see where I’m coming from. I’m enjoying the show, but I just gotta call something out…

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Who You really Are - Alexander Hamilton x Eliza Schuyler

Summary Eliza sees Alex all the time, but there are two parts of him. She hates him in the hallways, she loves him in their English class.

Word Count: 3,231

Authors Note: I just thought, why not write a one shot from my high school au instead of just Headcanon’s? Hope you like it.

Warning: Cursing, mentions of alcohol and drugs.

“Um, how about this?” Eliza asked as she walked into Angelica'a room.

She was wearing a tight black dress that went mid thigh. Her brown hair was straight and out, she was also wearing big black heels.

Angelica tilted her head to the side and got off her bed, looking at her in a different angle “Turn around.” She said and Eliza huffed out in annoyance and turned around.

Angelica didn’t know what to say, her younger sister looked good but it didn’t feel right for the party she was going too. It was after all, a high school party and she doubted anyone would have made as much of an effort.

“I don’t know, what do you think, Peggy?” She turned around to see her youngest sister, who was stretched out on her bed not paying attention to them but rather on her phone scrolling rapidly.

Angelica rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone out of her hand, chucking it to the side “Hey!” Peggy cried out in annoyance.

“What do you think of Eliza’s dress?” Angelica asked sweetly, as if she hadn’t just snatched her phone away from Peggy.

The youngest sister took one look Eliza and let out a snort “You look like a try hard.”

“Peggy!” Angelica said quickly “Don’t be so horrible.”

“Look, you look very hot, but it’s just a house party I’m sure you would look just as good in a denim skirt and a band tshirt.”

Eliza smiled at the idea of that and looked at Angelica with longing eyes.

“Fine,” Angelica said pushing her out the door so she could go back to get changed “But make sure to wear fishnet tights and a choker!”

Eliza went back to her room to get changed. She did not want to go to this party but it was Maria’s and she insisted. She sat next to her in Maths at the beginning of the year and they had soon become fast friends.

“I don’t know,” Eliza said, scribbling down the Maths equations that were on the board “I think I’m just gonna stay home, get some studying done.”

“My parents are away for the whole weekend! It will be fun.” Maria said, dropping her arms around Eliza’s shoulder and giving her puppy dog eyes “It just won’t be the same without you.”

Eliza’s had given in when she saw the look in Maria’s face and agreed to go, but she insisted she was only going to stay for a couple of hours. She didn’t feel like she would be able to stand a obnoxious high school party for more than that.

She walked back into Angelica’s room and swirled a little, both of her sisters grinned up at her.

“Okay, now, why you really asked me to come here and help you,” Peggy said, standing up and walking to her sister “Put this on,” she handed her a big pink robe and handed it to her, Eliza rose her eyebrows but she put it on “and this.”

Eliza took the tracksuit and slipped it over her tights. Peggy took on look at her and stepped forward, messing up Eliza’s hair. “There, now you look ready for bed, you looked to prepped before.”

Peggy stood back and she looked at both her sisters who had their eyebrows raised at her “Why do I get the feeling you’ve done this before?” Angelica said with her arms crossed.

Peggy looked down nervously before letting out a giggle “I just watch a lot of TV, is all.” She took a hold of Eliza’s hand and lead her to the top of the stairs “Now, go downstairs and say goodnight to mum and dad, then meet us in the kitchen.”

Eliza nodded her head and made her way down the stairs, relying on her acting skills to come in handy at a time like this. She made her way into the living room to find her dad reading a book on the sofa and her mum on the sofa chair watching the news.

She went over to her dad and sat next to him, he took his glasses off and lifted his arm and she snuggled into his side “Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked lovingly.

Eliza nodded her head “Yeah, I was just about to go to sleep.”

He cocked his eyebrow and looked over at the clock on the wall, it was only 10pm “So early? It’s the weekend.”

“Yeah,” she said nervously “I’m just really tired.”

“Okay,” he said and kissed her forehead “goodnight sweetie.”

“Goodnight dad,” she got up and went over to her mum, kissing her on the cheek “goodnight mum.”

“Goodnight Eliza.” Her mum said and went back to watching the news.

She quickly made her way into the kitchen without being noticed and she saw Peggy and Angelica there.

“Thank you so much for covering for me.” She said genuinely and took off the robe and bottoms, handing them to Peggy.

“That’s okay.” Peggy said and kissed her on the cheek before Angelica grabbed her arm and lead her through the back door.

“The sooner I drop you off, the sooner I can come home.” Angelica said and they both left, and got into the car.

Angelica stopped at Maria’s house, and Eliza could obviously tell that there was a high school party going on inside. There was a mess all over Maria’s front lawn and Angelica couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Now just because I’m helping you doesn’t mean I’m not still your big sister,” she said sternly “Don’t get drunk, we need to sneak you back into the house without any noise and do not let anyone do anything that you don’t want, you hear?”

Eliza just nodded her head in annoyance “Yes, I know.”

“Good,” she pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek “have fun!”

Eliza left the car and and waved at her sister before making her way to the front door. She’d only ever been to one school party and that’s why she swore them off. No one would talk to her the whole time and they seemed to just be interested in getting drunk.

When she entered the loud music hit her ears and she cringed but only for a second, she got use to it pretty quickly. She recognised some people in her year and some people in the year above. She could smell what she suspected was weed and she could feel people bumping into her.

She wanted to find a Maria but, Maria found her. She came beside her and clung onto Eliza, resting her chin on her shoulder.

“Heeeeyy.” She slurred and Eliza looked down at her tight red dress and red lips, she was very pretty “I’m so glad you came ‘Liza, I missed you!”

“I saw you yesterday.” Eliza said with a giggle and Maria just smiled widely at the sound.

“I still missed you,” she took her hand “wow, you look so pretty.” Maria said with no shame, and Eliza went red in embarrassment.

“Thanks, so do you.” Maria took Eliza by the hand and lead her to the kitchen.

There wasn’t that many people in the kitchen but it still wasn’t empty. Maria took a cup and poured some cherry juice and vodka in it with ice.

“I can’t get drunk.” Eliza tried to reason but Maria just shoved the drink in her hand “It okay, one drink won’t make that happen.”

Eliza was about to open her mouth but was stopped when Maria shouted into the living room “Put down that vase, that’s my mothers!” She turned back to Eliza and let out a smile “I’ll be right back.”

Eliza sighed when she left and looked down at the drink in her hand, gingerly taking a sip. She felt something on her, like someone was watching her for some reason and when she looked up she saw someone’s deep brown eyes starring back at her.

“I’m just saying,” John says, sitting on the counter of the kitchen “We’ve been at this school for 2 years now and nothing, not one guy has looked at me,” he pointed to himself with a sad smile “I mean, look at these freckles, I’m very attractive.”

Hercules and Laf let out a laugh at that and Alex just smirks at him “And theses two,” John carries on, pointing to his other friends, a bit of beer spilling from the side of the cup “No girl,” he says and Lafayette lets out a little cough “or guy, sorry Laf, has paid any attention to them.”

John looks over at Alex with glazed over eyes “You’ve been here for a month and girls, guys have thrown themselves at you hell, I think Mrs Edwards has a little bit of a thing for you.”

“That’s completely inappropriate,” Alex says, although his smirk said he was loving it “What can I say, I’m a very charming guy.”

As soon as he said that, a girl that was walking past them had tripped up on her feet and was about to fall head first, but Alexander quickly caught her by the waist and lifted her to her feet.

“Carefully, babe, you don’t want to hurt yourself.” He said and winked at her.

The girl let out a little giggle and heat started to rise on her cheeks before she started walking very fast towards her group of friends who were looking over at the group.

“That you are, mon ami.” Lafayette said with a smirk and Alex chuckled, looking to the side when his eyes caught a girl.

She was looking back at him, and he recognised her in an instant. She was the girl from his English class, her name seemed to escape him but he did remember a moment from a class that has stuck with him since.

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to write feminist character by them only being portrayed as strong as masculine. They could be emotional, they could be homemakers, they could be desperate to get married, they could not want to get married at all. That doesn’t make them any less important.”

He had looked at her in awe at the time but completely forgot to go and introduce himself at the end of class.

She looked beautiful standing there and she was still starring back at him until she cast her eyes down, scratching the back of her head. She took another sip of her drink and Alex waned nothing more than to go up to her.

“… Mon ami, are you listening to me?” He was drawn out of his gaze when he felt a hand tapping his shoulder.

“Huh?” He asked and looked back to see his friends all with raised eyebrows “I’m sorry, would you repeat that?”

“Why?” John asked curiously “What was distracting you?”

“Oh,” Hercules said suddenly and started to smirk “Was it Miss Schuyler?”

“What?” Alex asked with a nervous laugh “Who’s that?”

Hercules rolled his eyes and pointed to the girl he had just been starring at. “Oh, yes, well,” he pulling his hair that was in a ponytail “she is very beautiful.”

“That she is,” Laf said “and very clever, she’s in my French class, she’s the best in the class, only second to me.”

“Looks like you missed your chance,” Hercules said and Alexander furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

They all pointed back to where she was standing to see Thomas Jefferson was very close to her, his face only inches away from her face.

He was being very animated, moving his hands around a lot. Alex looked down at Eliza to see fury in her eyes, her fist clenched and he knew that she didn’t need any of his help as she was about to tell him where to stick it herself, but he wanted to offer it anyway.

“Hold my drink.” He said and pushed his drink into John’s hands who took it with confusion.

“Umm, where are you going?” Lafayette asked and Alex just waved his hand.

“Going to meet my future wife.”

They all rolled their eyes at him but Alex had a plan that he was going to stick with.

“Hey babe, you okay?” he asks sweetly, sliding his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close.

“Um…” Eliza looked up at him with confusion in her eyes but she wasn’t uncomfortable, she was just happy to get Thomas away from her.

“You can go now, Thomas, thanks for keeping her company.” He said with a tight smile and Thomas just huffed in annoyance, making his was to the living room.

When he webt Eliza was quick to yank his arm off from around her, giving him a hard look “You didn’t have to do that you know, I was just about to handle it.”

Alex smirked at her anger “I have the utmost faith that you would have handled that, I just wanted to be the one who helped you out.”

Eliza looked at him even with the blush on her cheeks, trying to stay annoyed at him as much as she could.

“I’m Alexander Hamilton.” He said and stuck his hand out for her to shake, she took it and shook it passively.

“I know who you are.” She says before she realises how bad that sounds but Alex just smirks at her.

“So, you’ve noticed me.”

The truth is, she had. She had heard about the new boy in school and she had seen him when walking down the hallway. He seems cocky, winking at every person that passes him. Charming everyone with kisses on hands and sweet smiles. She’ll admit he is attractive but he seemed to up himself for her own taste.

But he was in her English class, and in English he acted differently. He was so passionate about the subject, so passionate about writing. He was open and carefree and would have actually intelligent discussion in the class. If Eliza thought he was attractive before she was completely heart eyes for him after seeing him in English.

One time, they were given a poetry assignment and when he read his out she was certain he could see the blush on her cheek.

“He who gave the winds to blow and the lightnings to rage he who gave the winds to blow and the lightnings to rage even him I have always loved and served…” He had read with so much passion she seemed to forget her first impressions of him completely and only focus on the Alex she sees in English.

“We take the register in English, don’t be so arrogant.” She said quickly when she realised that she hadn’t answered in a while.

“It’s quite hot in here,” he said suddenly and she wondered where he was gong with this. He took the cup from here hands and she felt hairs stand on the back of her neck when their fingers brushed “Do you, to to the garden with me? We could talk?”

She bit her lip and nodded her head before she can think her way out of it. She let him take her hand and interlock their fingers as they maundered their way out of the kitchen and to the garden.

She told herself it was just so they wouldn’t get lost in the crowd but he didn’t let go when they were in the garden. She didn’t mention it and he walked her down the garden until she saw a swing hanging from a tree.

He let go of her hand and went behind the swing, gesturing for her to sit down.

“When was the last time you were on a swing?” He asked and she smiled at him, going to sit down on the swing.

“Last time? Probably since I was 10.” She said and he hummed, starting to push her on the swing.

“So,” she trailed off when they got into a good rhythm “where are you from, new guy.”

Eliza heard him stutter a bit, but he cleared his throat quickly “New York.”

She grinned and dipped her head back and looked at him upside down “Really?” She asked excitedly “Me too.”

Alex looked down at her smile and found it adorable “Best city in the world, ain’t it?”

“The best.” She agreed and he slowly picked up the pace of the swinging.

“Why did you move?” Alex asked her curiously.

“My dad got a better job out of the city,” she said with a shrug “I was really angry at first but you learn to live with it, besides, I can always go back for the weekend.”

“What I wouldn’t kill for a New York bagel right now.” Alex said and started swinging her higher.

“Or pizza.” Eliza said and she laughed loudly, she was going so high she could reach out and touch the leafs of the tree.

“I should probably get home,” she said, looking at the time on her phone, it was almost 1am and her sister was sure to kill her “It’s getting late.”

Eliza has spent most of her time talking to Alex, they had moved from the swing set to under the tree. They had talked about everything and nothing and she still managed to have a good time. He was smart, and funny and she hopes they will be spending more time together.

She makes her way to get up but Alex is quick to catch her and and drag her back down.

“Alex!” She shrieked “If I’m bruised, I will blame it on you.”

“Just stay,” he says with a laugh “I want you to stay.”

She turns to face him “I want to stay with you too,” she says in honesty “but if I don’t get home now, my family will kill me.”

This time Eliza does get up, and Alex quickly gets up too, walking in front of her.

“Well, who’s your ride?” He asks.

“My sister.” Eliza answers and Alex stops her walking by taking her shoulder.

“I’ll tell you one thing that’s good here that we don’t have in New York.” He says an digs into his pocket “It’s easier to get a car.” He dangles the keys in front of her and takes her by the hand, leading her to his car.

“Well,” he says, stopping in front of her house “This is you.”

Eliza bites her lip and looks at him nervously “Thank you for the ride.”

“No problem.” Alex replies, also nervous.

“I had a good time tonight,” she says, turning to face him “I thought it would be the absolute worst but you made it worthwhile so, thank you for that.”

Alex moved a little forward, “I had a really good time with you too.”

Eliza could see him moving forward and she smirked, moving forward so he could feel her breath on his lips “Alexander,” she says in a whisper “Do you really think I’d let you kiss me without asking me out on a date first?”

And with that she pulls away, getting out of the car and waving at him as she makes her way to the car.

Alex follows her until she’s inside and he leans back, his head resting on the seat.

“Shit.” He whispered to himself.

Dialogue Prompts

So, I really want to start writing on this blog, too. So I made a prompt list.
Not all prompts are mine, some are stolen from another blog. 

I will be writing for the following fandoms:

  • Harry Potter
  • Criminal Minds
  • Supernatural
  • Shadowhunters/ The moral instruments
  • The hunger games
  • Divergent
  • The maze runner
  • Grey’s anatomy

Okay, that isn’t too much. I’m still catching up on other shows. Once I’m finished, I’ll add them. You can ask for any character x reader, or character x character. If you want a platonic one-shot, you should note that. You can ask for as many prompts as you want. 

Dialogue prompts:

  1. “I have always loved cacti.” 
  2. “You didn’t just say that.” 
  3. “Whoa-dude. Look at that!”
  4. “Just because I died doesn’t mean I’m really dead.” 
  5. “Just because I drove into that river doesn’t mean I’m a bad driver.”
  6. “You walked into a knife?”
  7. “How did you manage this level of stupidity?” 
  8. “You locked me outside!” 
  9. “I’ve always been there for you. And I will continue to be.”
  10. “Do you trust me?”
    “Not even a little bit.” 
  11. “Uhh, is something wrong?”
    “What? Hehe! Of course not, why would you think that?” 
    “Because I can smell something burning and you’re hiding behind a door. Now, let me in.”
  12. “Here’s a newspaper filled with all the love I can’t feel.”
  13. “You know, people may like you more if you didn’t smell like a dead body.”
  14. “Aww, sweetie. Where are your parents?”
    “I’m older than you.” 
  15. “Don’t yell at me like I’m a child.”
    “Don’t throw the scissors!”
  16. “Here, take my jacket/blanket.”
    “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivers*
  17. “Why are you still awake?”
  18. “Come over here and make me.” 
  19. “The salad here is really nice.” 
    “Do I look like a fucking rabbit?”
  20. “Please don’t leave me.”
    “I don’t want to.”
  21. “You can’t ride a bike?” 
    “Why are you whispering?”
  22. “We’re going downtown.”
    “There’s a strip club downtown.” 
  23. “You broke what?!” 
    “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”
  24. “Come Inside. I’m sorry.”
    “Not until an apology.”
    “I just said i’m freaking sorry.” 
  25. “Are you jealous?”
    “You are changing your outfit right now.”
  26. “Why did I marry you?” 
    “It took a whole lot of convincing.”
  27. “Luck? Nope. Skills.”
    “If it’s skills then do it again.”
  28. “You said forever!”
  29. “Seven fucking years and that’s all you have to say?” 
  30. “I love you, but I have to go.” 
  31. “I hate you so much.” 
  32. “You were and still are my everything.”
  33. “I can’t love you the way you want.” 
  34. “Hey jerk.”
    “…”
    “I mean… Babe?”
  35. “Admit it. That was the best kiss of your life.”
    “You always have to be the best at everything, don’t you?”
  36. “S/he just tripped and won’t stop laughing.”
  37. “Nice dancing you did there, how about you dance your way to my bedroom?” 
  38. “No, no. It’s okay. I’ll be your bridge. You can walk all over me.”
  39. “I’ve looked after coma patients more interesting than you.” 
  40. “Would you mind not setting my stuff on fire every time you get mad?”
  41. “This really didn’t go as planned.”
    “Is it the fact that everything is on fire that made you come to this conclusion?”
  42. “I can’t believe that worked.”
    “It was part of your plan.”
    “I know! My plans never work!”
  43. “You need to go! I’ll distract them!”
    “Do you think you can outrun them?”
    “If by outrun them you mean not getting caught… Probably not.” 
  44. “If you asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
  45. “You’re too good for this world.”
  46. “I can hardly stand myself.” 
  47. “Don’t come near me or I swear I’ll kill you.” 
  48. “Don’t you dare look him in the eye.” 
  49. “You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”
  50. “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.” 
  51. “Who did this to you?”
  52. “If you kill them, you better kill me too. Because if you don’t, I will kill you.”
  53. “Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.”
  54. “Do you ever follow directions?”
  55. “What happened?”
    “I got hit by a taxi. And it hurt.” 
  56. “She’s cute. But I’m pretty sure she can’t count to ten.”
  57. “I can fit a whole row of crackers in my mouth. Want to see?”
  58. “You said that if I went to bed early I’d feel better. You’re a fucking liar.” 
  59. “You’re late.” 
    “I’m glad you noticed.”
  60. “You made me cookies?”
  61. “You stole what?”
  62. “You aren’t pathetic.”
  63. “you looked at me different.”
  64. “I am not pregnant!”
  65. “You ever seen something as cool as this?”
  66. “I thought you were dead!”
  67. “I know you love me and all, but could you stop threatening the doctor?”
  68. “How. The fuck. Are you- so motherfucking tall?”
  69. “You? You know how to shoot a gun?”
  70. “You threw a tampon at him?”
  71. “You just kissed me.”
  72. “Hold up-just-just stop. just-what are you exactly doing? It’s two AM!”
  73. “I’m tired of being your secret.”
  74. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.” 
  75. “You don’t need to protect me.”
  76. “Sorry I ruined your life. Maybe you shouldn’t have married me.”
  77. “If I would’ve known he was going to die, do you think I would’ve done it?”
  78. “I know you love me, but I’m tired of lying when I say it back.”
  79. “When I look at you, I see my world. And that scares the living crap out of me.”
  80. “Tell me what they did to you, please.”
  81. “I’ll go home. But it isn’t home when you’re not there.”
  82. “I’m pathetic because I go to you for everything but you’d pick someone over me any day.”
  83. “I wish I could hate you.”
  84. “I’ll let you down. I’ll always let you down. I’m not enough to keep you satisfied.”
  85. “I’m trying! Can’t you see? Isn’t that enough for you?”
  86. “I’m useless to you now.”
    “You’re a person. Not a toaster. You don’t have to have a use.”
  87. “i’m useless to you now.”
    “Oh please. You were always bloody useless. I love you anyways.”
  88. “I saw you roll skating, and I thought ‘that person is really cool’ and then you fell crashed and Jesus, are you okay?”
  89. “You had this big ass ice cream and you were so exited you dropped it and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sadder person. Just please let me buy you a new one.”
  90. “We keep awkwardly running into each other and people have to ship us and I kind of like you. Hahaha, oh god, I need to stop blushing.”
  91. “This was a terrible idea.”
    “What are you talking about? There’s free nacho’s!”
  92. “Don’t do the thing!”
    “…”
    “You already did the thing, didn’t you?”
  93. “Paint me like one of your French girls.”
    “… I paint fruit.”
  94. “Let’s pretend that didn’t happen.”
    “Agreed.”
  95. “Did you seriously run face first into a light pole because you saw a pretty girl?”
    “I’m gay.”
  96. “How dare you talk to me, peasant. I am your queen.”
    “You are wearing a blanket over your shoulders.”
    “Silence! Now, fetch me some substances.”
    “Pizza bites or mini quiche?”
    “Pizza bites, obviously.”
  97. “Quit your whining! I bet it’s barely even a scratch.”
  98. “That-that’s your blood?! Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”
  99. “This is going to hurt but you have to stay quiet, okay?””
  100. “Don’t pass out, we’re almost there.”
  101. “That’s it. If you throw up one more time, we’re going to the hospital.”
  102. “You didn’t feel that? This is bad, you should’ve felt that.”
  103. “I’m scared to move you. Just wait here and I swear I’ll come back with help.”
  104. “That’s a lot nastier than it seemed at first glance.”
  105. “Please don’t die. Don’t die in my lap, I’m begging you.”
  106. “Stop being overdramatic-OH!”
  107. “Just how I want to spend the night. Removing glass from my best friends head and strapping it up.”
  108. “She has internal damage. Sh’s couching up blood.”
  109. “Would it be cliché if we matched clothes a little?”
  110. “Could you hold my hand?”
  111. “Shh, shh. I’m here now. Now give me your hands, we need to clean the blood off. Don’t cry. -I don’t blame you. Don’t worry, Ill always be there for you.”
  112. “If you want to leave then-”
    “I don’t want to leave! I want you, you idiot.”
  113. “Are you a thief? Because you stole my heart.”
    “I swear to god, if I didn’t love you.”
  114. “Oh my god! Go to sleep! It’s three AM!”
    “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
  115. “There’s a surprise waiting for you back home.”
  116. “The first time I met her, she was hiding behind the sofa.”
  117. “But this is our thing. Eating cereal and bitching about people.”
  118. “Just don’t let go.”
  119. “Come on, just one date.”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I really like (character) and she asked me first.” 
  120. “Gosh! Why are you so cold! get off me, you icicle!”
  121. “Are you…. crying? You? Miss/mister ‘I don’t cry, I’m tough as hell”?”
    “Oh shut up, we all have our weaknesses.”
  122. “You did all this for me?” 
    “No, I did this for Jeffery from across the street. Yes I did all of this for you!”
  123. “Okay, so don’t freak out, but I got flour everywhere.” 
  124. “Well, this is a nice change of scenery.”
    “Y/n, we’re in a prison cell.”
    “I was being sarcastic.”
  125. “I thought you said you knew where we were going.”
    “Yeah, I lied.”
  126. “Shit, you’re freezing. Let’s get you warmed up, alright?”
  127. “Shut up.”
    “I didn’t say anything.”
    “I don’t care. Shut up.”
  128. “Where are we going?”
    “I have no idea. You coming?”
  129. “Did you just try to banish me?”
  130. “I swear to you, this is how I found him.”
  131. “No thanks. I don’t want to get arrested for the second time today.”
  132. “You handled that real professional.”
    “I know right? I’m so proud of myself.”
  133. “That was the worst night ever.”
    “Same time next week?”
    “Of course.”
  134. “I got to admit, you’re really sexy with that gun. Terrifying, but sexy.”
  135. “Just-just go away.”
    “I would! If we weren’t handcuffed together.! Oh, and whose fault was that again? Yours!”
  136. “And I thought we were going to have a last kiss.”
  137. “I don’t want you to leave.”
    “I don’t want to stay.”
  138. “When did you stop?”
    “Stop with what, darling?”
    “Loving me.”
  139. “Please don’t say you love me because I might not say it back.”
  140. “I wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and I’m sorry.”
    “No you’re not. You don’t care about anyone apart from yourself.”
  141. “Don’t hurt me, please.”
  142. “I love you so much. If anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.”
  143. “You only like me for my body!”
  144. “You wanted to talk? Well, here I am!”
  145. “I tried. I tried so hard, why couldn’t you?”
  146. “I bled for you. From every pore of my body, I bled. What more do you want?”
  147. “Nobody can tell me what to do.”
    “Well, actually they can.”
    “Doesn’t mean I’ll listen to them.”
  148. “Knock knock, I’m here. What’s for dinner fucker?”
  149. “You’ve bitten off more than you can chew.”
    “I can chew a lot.”
  150. “You have blood on your hands!”
    “Oh really? Wow! Thank you so much for pointing that out! Really helpful to our current situation. Seriously, thank you so much for brining this to my attention!  I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
  151. “I love your perfume. What scent is that? The scent of death?”
  152. “I always carry a knife in my purse in case we’re eating cake.”
  153. “You guys got a plan, though. Right?”
    “Yeah. Run.”
  154. “Maybe he’s afraid of me because I know how to use a knife.”
    “Well, I mean that’s why I’m afraid of you, so…”
  155. “Is violence always your answer?”
  156. “Remember how I said I already took care of that? Well, I lied and need your help right now.”
  157. “Please, help me. Just this one time.”
  158. “Did you break that glass on purpose?”
    “It offended me.”
  159. “I can explain!”
    “Alright then. Tell me.”
    “… I lied, there’s literally no explanation for this.”
  160. “Fight like hell.”
  161. “Do you realize how let it is?”
  162. “Can you please come and get me?”
  163. “Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?”
  164. “This is the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in!”
  165. “If we die, I am going to kill you.”
  166. “I love her.”
    “Her? As in a woman?”
    “No, as in a robot. Of course as in a woman you ding-bat!”
  167. “Are you drunk?”
    “No, you’re just blurry.”
  168. “I think we should run away now.”
    “Funny, I was just about to say that.”
  169. “I will not let you make me feel small. Back off.”
  170. “You’re great at dancing.”
    “I’m great at everything.”
  171. “You didn’t do the dishes, so I’m not doing you.”
  172. “Don’t give me that look.”
  173. “The way you flirt is just shameful.”
  174. “I love you, you asshole.”
  175. “What the hell kind of noise was that?”
    “I sneezed.”
    “That was not a sneeze.”
  176. “How is she?”
    “She’s fine. She has some ice cream. I wish I had ice cream.”
  177. “This is an apology pizza.Please take it or I’ll start crying right now.”
  178. “You’re stronger than you look.”
  179. “If you push me on the swings, I’ll buy you dinner. Don’t push to high, though. I don’t like heights.”
  180. “Wait, you’re gay?”
    “What gave it away? Constant flirting?”
  181. “You came back.”
  182. “Mom? I need help… I’ve made a mistake.”
  183. “So, this is haw it’s going to end. You’re staying with them?”
    “I have to.”
    “You don’t have to betray me. You don’t have to do anything.”
  184. “I’m trying to be less bitter, but your happiness isn’t rubbing off on me.”
  185. “Take of your shirt.”
  186. “You’re sweet.”
  187. “I’ve never felt this sensation before.”
    “Hugging?”
    “Being loved.”
  188. “Do you not realize how much I care about you?”
  189. “I know I’m allergic to peanuts, but I could’t day no when you walked into the office with freshly baked cookies and that damned smile on your face.”
  190. “I like it when you smile.”
  191. “This isn’t what I had in mind, but it’s better.”
  192. “Nothing is wrong. I just really like the smell of your lotion.”
  193. “You’re never this quiet. What’s wrong?”
  194. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”
  195. “You make a good pillow.”
  196. “I had a nightmare about you and I wanted to make sure you’re alright.”
  197. “I hate you. I hate you so much for making me love you. Why did you make me love you if you never intended on loving me back?”
  198. “When you think of me, if you think of me, remember how much I loved you.”
  199. “I almost lost you.”
  200. “Please, just please make the pain stop.”
  201. “Stop telling me you’re okay.”
  202. “I don’t even know who I am without you.”
  203. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
  204. “You know, it hurt when I realized you weren’t in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”
  205. “You left without saying goodbye. I hate you for that.”
  206. “Don’t you dare die on me!”
  207. “What I wanted? I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to say that there’s no one else you could ever be with, and that you’d rather be alone than without me.”
  208. “You’re beautiful/handsome, and I’m not the only one who can see that.”
  209. “Twins?… We’re having twins?”
  210. “You are so tiny compared to me.”
  211. “Bring your pretty little butt over here.”
  212. “I want you body. I want your mouth. I want your laugh and your funny faces. I want your friendship and your inspirational thoughts. And I want you to come with me when I go.”
  213. “There’s a leaf in your hair.”
  214. “May I have this dance.”
  215. “This bath is too damn hot.”
    “This is why we can’t do cute stuff. You complain to much.”
  216. “One day you’ll learn.”
    “Learn what?”
    “That someone like me doesn’t get a happy ending. Those are reserved for people like you.”
  217. “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
  218. “If you don’t rest, you wont heal.”
  219. “ Why don’t they just kiss already?”
  220. “Is that a challenge?”
  221. “Here, let me see.”
  222. “How could anyone love me?” 
    “Don’t look at me. I married you for your cooking.”
  223. “So… Err, I noticed you’re kind of naked. Is that intentional, or…”
  224. “You forgot me.”
    “It was an accident.”
  225. “Drag your chair here, I can’t translate dead languages.”
  226. “Open this.”
    “Can you say please?”
  227. “Don’t say you love me unless you mean, it because I might so something crazy like believe it.”
  228. “Don’t you ever do that again.”
  229. “I was wrong. I thought I wanted him to look twice at me… Bit I don’t need him to look twice at me when you never stopped looking.”
  230. “I’m fine.”
    “You don’t look fine.”
    “Then stop looking.”
  231. “Things didn’t have to end like this.”
    “But we always knew they would, didn’t we?”
  232. “She’s dead! And it is your fault!”
  233. “Are you going to lecture me about how wonderful life is?”
  234. “They’d be better off without me.”
    “Do you really believe that?”
  235. “It’s okay to cry.”
  236. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
  237. “The axe is a bit unsetting, but honestly, you look great.” 
  238. “You asked me if I had any ideas. Not if I had any good ideas.”
  239. “Remove your hand or I’ll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it.”
  240. “So, I just realized… I’ve been shot.”
  241. “Delete it. Now.”
  242. “Could you guys do me a favor?”
    “Anything.”
    “Could at least one of you look like you are ever going to see me again?”
  243. “Don’t make me smack you in front of these people.”
  244. “I’m not a bitch. Okay, I’m lying, obviously.”
  245. “Can you get the gun out of my face, please?”
  246. “I don’t scare easily, you evil bitch.”
  247. “She’s been in there for hours and I haven’t heard a sound since.”
    “That’s because she left through the window.”
  248. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” 
    “Not until four.”
  249. “Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.”
  250. “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?”
    “Actually, it’s more like eight.”
    “Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”
  251. “You passed out for like an hour.”
  252. “This is my ‘I don’t care’ face.”
  253. A: “When I’m not here, do you braid each others hair and debate who the coolest Jonas brother is?”
    *B and C glance at each other*
    B: “No… But it’s totally Nick.”
    C: “Definitively Nick. But Kevin is the talented one.”
    B: “Yes, but Nick is the cute one.”
    C: “What about Joe?”
  254. “Do you know how to braid hair?”
  255. “Babe, I’m sorry.”
    “Suck my ass.”
  256. “What’s your favorite lipstick?”
    *Rambles about lipstick*”What’s yours?”
    “The one you’ll be adding to my lips.”
  257. “You could at least pretend to be interested in what I have to say.”
  258. “I always blame others for my mistakes. Just kidding, I don’t make mistakes.”
  259. “I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not you.”
  260. “Go to your room!”
    “First off, we share a room. Secondly, I am the older one. Bitch.”
  261. “I promised I’d safe you.”
    “I promised I’d kill you if you did.”
  262. “You did what?!”
  263. “I thought you were going to steal a boat?”
    “What do you mean, This is a boat.” 
    “No, no. This isn’t a boat, this is a motherfucking yacht!”
  264. “I wont die for you. I’d kill for you.”
  265. ^^^add your own! ;)


These are a lot! I hope you find one or maybe a few you’d like to request! 

AA !! THIS WAS SO NICE TO DO IM 10/10 THERE FOR BROTHERLY LOVE AND SAERAN WITH KIDS BEAM ME UP!!!

Prompt 60: ” You’d be a great dad. ”
Brotherly love with Saeran and Saeyoung



“ Im gonna get ‘cha!! ”
Saeyoung couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he watched his twin chase all around the playground after the two kids, going slow enough to let them think they were winning— Yet still grabbing for them here and there as a tease. The kids enjoyed it, and kept calling Saeran ” old ” and ” Grandpa See-Ran. ” as they ran as fast as their little legs could take them. It made him happy.
MC had to run to the store to grab some things for dinner, so to keep the kids busy him and Saeran decided a trip to the park would keep the mini-twins out of too much trouble for a awhile. Then again his youngest boy, by seven minutes funny enough, was found eating pine chips under the slide; Certainly is his fathers son, Eh? Regardless, Besides that incident– Its been relaxing to lay back and let someone else chase those two till their little heart desired. He never understood how something so small could have so much energy. The sound of his son whining pulled his attention towards where they group was, The boy was rubbing his knees as he cried softly to himself in the sand; He must have fallen. Before Saeyoung had the chance to spring into super hero action, His brother had beaten him to it. He sat back down to watch how this would play out.

“ Hey, You’re okay. Just a scratch, See? ” Saeran slowly crouched down to the boys level and used his hand to sweep off the dirt from the scrape, to which he regretted right away seeing that his nephew instantly whimpered and recoiled away from him. It wasn’t bad nor bleeding, just a little friction burn. Yet the boy was still blubbering as he looked towards his older twin; who was rolling his eyes dramatically in his brothers direction, Most likely upset playtime was halted.

“ Hurts.. ”
He stared down at his knee and nearly started to cry again, but his father’s whistling pulled him out of it. Saeyoung tossed a bag in Saeran’s direction as soon as he looked, which he had caught with ease. Inside he searched for the tiny little med kit MC always carried around in the pack. He found it at the bottom and plucked a tiny red bandaid from it– The boys eyes seemed to light up instantly when he saw the “ healing sticker ” as he called it.

“Nah, This’ll make it feel better in no time bud.”
He stuck the bandaid onto his nephews knee rather sharply, causing the kid to flinch— But he ruffled his hair with a comforting smile right afterwards; the mini-saeyoung looked up with a toothy grin as he giggled softly at the action. Saeyoung told both the boys no more running after that, despite their desperate pleas, telling them to play on the ship-slide combination for now while ’ Unkie Saeran ’ takes a break for a bit. They didn’t want to, But Saeran told the two he’d tell mommy about eating the pine-chips over her dinner if they didn’t listen to their father. To which the tiny twins sprinted off rather quickly to play by themselves, afraid of his small threat. Saeyoung smiled warmly at his brother as Saeran made his way towards the bench, rolling his eyes towards the red head in a similar manner that the kids had done to each other beforehand. Saeran plopped down with a grunt onto the bench, incredibly exhausted from all this running around he’s done today. He truly thinks he’s lost weight with all this exercise recently. But his ankles are killing him..
“ Your kids are a handful; You know that? ”
Saeran hastily rubbed his temple to rid himself from the headache that had found him from over exuberating today.

“ Ha, Trust me— I know. ” Saeyoung laughed heartily at his brothers distress. Children were so difficult, yet rewarding in the same breath. He wouldn’t give up his achy legs and the trouble that follows his kids for the world. Its just what adds to the fun of being a dad.

“ The feeling in my legs reminds me of why I never want to be a dad.. ” Saeran turned to rubbing his legs through his jeans now, they were most likely as incredibly sore as he says they are; since him and the kids have been running all over the place for nearly the past hour or so. Saeyoung knows that feeling all too well. But he didn’t agree with his brothers words.

“ But you’d be a great dad. ” His twin seemed rather surprised at his words, but continued rubbing his legs and ankles without input. Leaving the two in somewhat comfortable silence before Saeran decided to speak up.

“ You think I could do that? Handle kids I mean. You of all people should know i’m not exactly the softest person in the bunch. ” Saeran surprisingly spoke up after a few moments of silence, he’s never really replied to his brothers comments like that before. So this was a first. With the way he replied, Saeyoung couldn’t help but wonder if his brothers thought about this before.

“ I think you could do it. You say you’re not soft, But you make the little ones pretty happy when you’re around. They do love you. ” Saeyoung smiled softly at his brother as he patted him on the shoulder, causing Saeran to groan in annoyance at the touch. He didn’t want his brother getting all sappy on him now.
“ Soft as a marshmallow! ”
His brother turned to ruffling his hair, which still had slight white flares hidden away inside it, in memory of when it really was all marshmallow color. Saeran pushed his hand away with a glare that could kill a man; but he couldn’t hide the tiny twitch that appeared in the corner of his lips.

It was something to think about.

Never before in his life had he thought of having kids. He didn’t even really enjoy them until his brother and MC started to have a couple. He slowly found himself growing attached to the two trouble makers even if he didn’t intend for that to happen. It just did. And he loved his nephews. Even if they tease him, Saeyoung was right. They loved him. Would his own child love him like that? Becoming a father is a big step up from uncle.

Before they got the chance to delve into the idea, One of the kids began screaming at the other forcefully; Causing Saeyoung to groan loudly as he stood from the bench– stretching his hands above his head to get back into the swing of things.
“ Thats my calling card. ”
Saeran couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. To which his brother repaid with a soft smile before sprinting off to where the two boys were, crawling up the child size slide to enter into the tiny space room the two were in. He must have surprised the kids as they both yelped when they saw their father crawling grudge style into their hideout.

Saeran felt warm all of a sudden. But this time he didn’t try to push the feeling away. Seeing his brother with his own kids; Maybe he could have that one day.
He wanted to have that one day.
You’re Cute When You‘re Scared

Title: You’re Cute When You’re Scared

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 886 (sorry it’s kinda short!)

Warnings: light cursing, tiny bit of (fake) blood and gore, light violence (aka Dean punching someone), uhh… a Halloween-style haunted house + the stuff associated with one? (if that can even be considered a warning haha)

A/N: This was written for @luci-in-trenchcoats ‘s 2k Follower Challenge. Congrats on the milestone, Michelle, and I’m sorry this is late! (All of my challenge fics are late, why do I say this like it’s such a surprise?? XD)

I also accidentally hit post instead of save draft like the bloody idiot I am, so if this looks sorta familiar to any of y’all, that’s why lmao.

And it’s impossible for me to come up with short titles.


“Why in the world would someone come to a haunted house in the middle of spring?” Y/N let out an exasperated sigh and batted a fake cobweb away from her face. “And why the hell would someone hide a cursed object in one?”

She and Dean navigated their way through the fake corpses, searching for the ornate mirror while dodging the people who leapt out at them every few feet.

Dean chuckled at his girlfriend’s annoyance. “I don’t know, but the sooner we find the damn thing, the sooner we’ll be outta here.”

Y/N sighed once more as the two of them were led into a slender hallway, small enough that they barely fit walking single file. The hallway soon opened up into a large room adorned with worn furniture and creepy portraits hanging on the walls. Fake fog blew into the room, covering the ground and making it difficult for either of the hunters to see where they were stepping.

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A word on zines, fan collaborations, and cynicism

This has to do with the McHanzo zine that was announced, and might already be in trouble thanks to some rather negative people. I have been thinking about it since yesterday, and some things have been bothering me about the whole thing. These are my two cents, take them how you will.

On the subject of how participants are chosen:

This is going to sound harsh, but the reality of the situation is some people are not going to be chosen. I saw one anon state, “I get that you’re trying to treat everyone equal, but in the end the result is the same: Many artists/ariters will get denied because the judges picked someone else’s work over theirs.” And you know what, that’s true, but probably not for the reasons anon is so worried about.

What that anon, and everyone who submits work to any selection process, needs to know is that art is subjective. Art is subjective, and we all have our biases. It’s *hard* to be objective about something with no measuring stick. I saw earlier someone ask what the “criteria” was for being chosen. That’s not how it works. You don’t say “Okay, the art must have these specific components, must have these bullet points checked off” in order to be chosen. It’s not a standardized test. Art is subjective, and anyone who creates art needs to understand that any given group of people are not going to agree on what is “best” or what is “appropriate” or what is right for a given publication. You’re submitting work for these judges to chose what they think is write for their publication. They are not saying you cannot create work for the fandom, they’re not saying you can’t post it, they’re not saying you don’t have rights to your submissions, they’re not saying you can’t publish it in any other fashion. All they’re saying is they will choose what is the right collection for this particular zine at this particular time.

I’m not involved in the process. I’m one of the people that applied. I don’t expect to be chosen. That’s because I have been submitting my work to things for years, and sometimes you just don’t get chosen. That’s the way of it. I might make what I think is the best piece of art I have ever made, and it was not chosen for a particular publication or show. I don’t go into any selection process EXPECTING to be chosen. That is setting yourself up for disappointment.

Here is an example from real life: I once submitted a collection for consideration to get a scholarship. It was some of the best work I had ever done. I was rejected, and when it was discussed it turns out my rejection was based on the fact that they had already had multiple people submit with similar subjects (in this particular instance it was a landscape collection). It’s not that my art wasn’t good enough; it was that they had too much good thing in that one category. A scholarship went to someone who, at the time, I thought didn’t deserve it, because their work was different enough to be attention grabbing. I learned a lot from that experience, that you can be good enough and still not get what you want, and that it doesn’t make you less.

Let’s say, the judges are presented with 40 people who mainly do busts/waist-high portraits. They’re all wonderful, they’re all well done, but it’s also 40 busts/waist-high portraits. Then over here we have 2 people who drew characters in a fully-fleshed out environment. Someone might not get chosen from the busts/waist-high portrait group simply because there are just too many similar pieces like that, and they want the book to have some variety. Maybe two people are dead-set on writing the same AU, which wouldn’t make sense in a book with such a broad topic. This is just one possible example that might come into play, from things I have seen in the past working with selection processes. Sometimes you can be very very good, but you’re just not what is needed at that moment.

40 slots are open, and if more than 40 people submit, then people are going to get rejected. It’s not a bad thing. Rejection isn’t the end. There will always be another opportunity. We can’t all get every opportunity presented to us.

More importantly for anon, I want them to consider this: You are already doubting whatever choices the judges and the admins for @mchanzine​ are going to make, despite the fact that no decisions have been made. You claim that the only people that will be chosen are those that are “popular.” First, no, that’s not “how it works” all the time. Some people actually do well based on their merits, not how many followers are in their sidebar. Second, how about we actually give them a chance to succeed before setting them up to fail. You can’t accuse someone of favoritism when a contest has not even begun. If push comes to shove and the only people that get chosen are wildly popular, then sure, get angry if you want. But it won’t really matter, because they aren’t the only people that can make zines out there, it’s not the end of the world.

And finally, if you aren’t happy with the people chosen for the final work, think hard about why your opinion on who should and shouldn’t be chosen is so much better than anyone else’s. Their opinions are just as valid as your own. Out of all the people that apply for this zine, if they were each given their way as to who was in and who was out, you wouldn’t get a zine with the same 40 people. You could get hundreds of variations. The difference being, these people are the ones making the zine, not you. That’s all. They’re the ones putting in the work to organize and produce this work. Nothing is stopping you, anons of the world, from doing the same thing.

As for the admins possibly sending a copy to the voice actors, it was just a thought that they put forth to the community. A good number of people said they were not comfortable with it, so they offered you two solutions: either they would make a second edited copy for the VA’s containing only those people who were comfortable with it, or they wouldn’t send one at all. At that point, its up to the artists that are chosen to make the decision. They gave you two reasonable alternatives, one of which is exactly what you asked for. It’s a non-issue from there on out. To continue bringing it up is to beat a dead horse.

To the people that keep trying to attack the project before it is even off the ground, I want you to consider what an opportunity this is for some people out there. This is an open publication that anyone can contribute to, regardless of age. This could be a project that, to the people who get accepted, could add a valuable piece to their portfolio, the chance to say they were in a publication that was circulated, that could lead to help with scholarships, college applications, job applications. A fan zine can mean a lot of things to a lot of people. Please don’t try to shut something down for your own petty hateful reasons, and possibly take opportunities from people who need it.

I hope the zine happens, even if I don’t get accepted. These are good things. These are things that can grow a community, if you let it. I look forward to reading it, and seeing artists and writers I may have never encountered otherwise. And I know there will be others, and that it isn’t the end-all-be-all of my endeavors.

Just try. Just try, put yourself out there, and take a risk. You might not make it, but you’ll have made something. Don’t be so cynical that you think everyone is out to stop you before you even begin.

Thank you.

Amnesia

So this is just a short little thing that I made because @anxietyandlogic asked for it to be written. (I made it slightly Prinxiety sorrrryyyy)

Warning: bullying, teasing, amnesia, swearing (once)… if I don’t think of it and you see it please tell me.

Junior High

“Awwwwwww, look at the little gay boy.”
“Fag”
“What is wrong with him?”
“Attention whore… maybe just a whore”
“Loser” “dork” “he should fucking just leave no one likes him”

The whispered words.

They hurt him.

Thomas stayed happy.

Anxiety stayed in his room.

Present

“Anx! Anx!” Roman yelled. “Where’d you go dork?”

“I’m in here Roman,” he mumbled back.

“Anxiety?!?!” Roman yelled. “Logic made dinner, come eat!!”

“I’d rather stay in my room,” Anx mumbled again. He knows the Prince can’t hear him, but that’s okay.

“Ann,” the Royal persona burst into the younger’s room. “Come on love, time to eat, you’ve been doing better.”

“Woah,” Ann freaked out. What happened to Prince, when did he get so… old?

“What’s up buttercup? Come here and tell your best friend.” Roman smiled and opened his arms. He expected a hug. Oh god. What happened to him. No one ever talked to him.

“I’d rather not,” Anx muttered.

“What was that?” Princey asked, moving closer.

“Get away from me,” Anx yelled
and Prince flinched. He hadn’t heard that level of hatred of his favorite mate in a long time.

“Alright Ann,” he said and got up to go to get food with the others.

“Where’s Anx?” Logan asked.

“He wouldn’t leave his room. Like I haven’t ever seen him this bad.” Roman said. This worried the other two.

“But you’re the only one he tells things to,” Morgan groaned.

“I know. I’ve been working on his trust ever since, what, Thomas was in high school? When he stopped getting bullied and Ann finally came out of his room more?”

“Maybe he is just in a mood, you know he gets those every now and then,” Logic reasoned.

“Maybe, or something worse is wrong here. It just feels weird, even in a mood, he lets me talk to him.” Prince furrowed
his eyebrows and mumbled to himself, walking back towards the Dark traits room.

Anxiety heard the footsteps and grumbled. No one ever bothered him before.

“Anx,” Roman called out. “Anx, how old are we?”

“14 dumbass,” he yelled back, annoyed that the elderly Prince couldn’t figure that out for himself. “And we’re gonna be late for school.”

Roman groaned. “Sorry, we will make sure everything runs smoothly.”

He runs back to the common area. “Amnesia. Anx thinks we are 14 and still in,” he shuddered, “middle school.”

It wasn’t a good time for any of them.

It was days before Anxiety regained his memory and in those days, the traits learned just how much the bullying and teasing had messed with Anx. They told him Thomas was sick and couldn’t make it out of bed, that he was staying home, in hopes that he would leave the bed that he stayed in. The only time he ever wandered out was to yell at them for not getting Thomas up on time, and then slowly sinking back when they said he was still sick.

In these days, the bags under his eyes grew bigger and darker, the boy didn’t sleep. He got slightly thinner, the product of not eating. Paler, he was always in the dark.

The day the facet left his room, got a bowl of cereal and sat on the couch, hap-hazardously balancing his laptop, his bowl, and stealing the remote, was the day Prince kissed him.

“I missed you,” the Royal trait gushed. He turned red, realizing what he had done. Anxiety took the lap top, cereal, and remote off his laptop and set them, slowly on the table in front of him.

“You are so dead,” he growled.

“I didn’t mean to,” Prince cowered.

“Why didn’t you do that sooner, because I’m definitely snapped out of everything now, why would you leave me like that?!”

And from that day forward, whenever something ailed Anx, Prince was there with a kiss. Even if it was just a lack of the Prince’s lips on his own.

anonymous asked:

do you not like pimento?

okay it’s not that i don’t like pimento as a character. i think individually he brings up a lot of interesting avenues the show has taken or could have taken in terms of exploring the aftereffects of a long-term undercover op. who do those people become once their mission is over? what is the process of reintegrating them back into real life? how many psychological and physical tests do they have to pass before they’re allowed to return to being a regular detective? what is rehabilitation like for them?

i was really intrigued by him initially because he is unapologetically rough around the edges, he undergoes this insane amount of self-doubt and fear and (though they never outright call it this) PTSD due to the things he did/saw while he was undercover. i liked him because they never made a joke out of his ptsd; it gave jake a chance (that frankly they didn’t really take advantage of) to reach out with his own undercover experience that we never heard about after the fact. pimento could have been the kind of badass john mcclane-type mentor jake has probably been dreaming about since before the academy.

instead, pimento was almost immediately reduced to rosa’s love interest. he’s sort of always throwing rosa/being thrown by rosa against various objects and violently making out with her upon those objects. he hasn’t been present in any way consistently since the third season. beyond that, he served as bait to draw figgis in toward the nine-nine. but now figgis is gone and i think pimento has been in like…3 episodes this season? i just don’t really understand his purpose now? he was the catalyst for the big season 3 arc but he hasn’t served the plot much since then.

listen it’s not like i’m live-or-die if rosa x gina doesn’t happen (although i will be REALLY disappointed). i want rosa to be happy, regardless of who she finds that happiness with. and i’m the first to admit that she has come across as being happy with pimento so far. but like i’ve talked about before, the development to that happiness seemed weirdly disjointed and rushed when compared to the rest of her development. it took months for her to be comfortable enough to say ‘i love you’ to marcus, and even then they broke up a few episodes later because!! she wasn’t sure!! if she wanted!! to get married!! but within weeks of meeting pimento she’s engaged without a single second’s hesitation? like yeah okay one could argue love at first sight but rosa diaz does not strike me as the type of person to just. Do That. idk maybe i’m over thinking things here but i’m definitely getting off on a tangent

it’s not that i don’t like pimento as a character. i just don’t really like what they’ve done with his character thus far in the series.

S3 & S4 Parallels so far

Okay so I just wanted to keep a track record on how many damn parallels Julie is giving us this season with Isaks…because this isn’t her being lazy and doing what makes people happy….noooo this is her setting us up for something we will not be ready for. So for us to work out what that is going to be, it might be easier if we look at what exactly has been paralleled so far with Isak’s season. 

1. The Intro

Season 3 and season 4 are the only two seasons to start out by using the same powerful concept of introducing our mains current world with flashes of images of things that are happening everywhere that are connected and actually have an impact on the mains story very much. It shows how important everything that happened around us can be to our own personal small individual worlds. That just because it hasn’t happened to you, doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter, that is doesn’t effect you or have a connection to who you are and what you’re going through. And Both Isak and Sana’s seasons show us this in the first minutes of their story. 

2. Group Dynamics

In both seasons we have gotten a similar scene with Sana/Isak, eating lunch while their friends discuss sex which makes both mains feel alienated and uncomfortable within the group. We see how different they both feel within their group dynamics and this feeling of never being able to “fit in”. This parallel almost sets up that Isak and Sana are both in a similar mind set. The feeling of not being able to connect with the people close to them. 

3. The heartbreak party scene

This parallel was way too similar. The mains both see their love interest with someone else which both hurts and prompts them to question everything they have felt and seen so far. 

4. The Crush Stalking in Biology

I don’t think I need to say much on this one because oh my god this whole clip was a repeat of Isak’s biology clip. Even from the title we go from ‘Even’ to ‘Yousef’, the setting, Mikael, even Isak interrupts Sana just like Sana interrupted Isak. This was a very blatant parallel and I feel like this is Julie’s way of making sure that we know these parallels and repeats are in no way a ‘coincidence’ there’s a purpose and I am so keen to see what it is. 

5. “I’ll fix it” 

So when we go back to Isak’s season the drama all starts with Isak losing Mahdi’s weed. we get this conflict when Mahdi tells him it’s 1000 kroner and Isak tries to calm him by affirming to him that he well “fix it” and thus this is how he ends up getting blackmailed by Sana to go to the kosegruppa where he meets and Even and boom all the drama plays out. This then parallels Sana who says the exact same thing to the girls when they tell her they cannot afford the bus. So just like Isak’s season it seems like this is where all the drama is going to start. With Sana determined to do anything to ‘fix’ this. 

6. The cute kitchen bonding

I loooooved this new clip so much it was so fluffy and cute and it gave me the feels but guys…..it also made me feel incredibly suspicious…why? This is another blatant parallel of the iconic evak bonding domestic kitchen scene from episode 2 of season 3. Even the positioning of Isak/Sana and Even/Yousef is eerily similar. We also have the love interests preparing food for the main as they give them the hearteyes (same) and then they laugh and giggle over cute things and it’s all so perfect. 

Too perfect

Too similar

this is the 6th parallel and I feel like there are more but these ones are the most obvious to me. Clear easter eggs Julie is giving us to freak out over (which I am) she wants us to see this parallel. To notice the Evak reference just like we did with the R+J reference in s3. 

she wants us to see it, so when she pulls back the curtain and reveals the true reference we will once again be thrown off our feet. 

ahhh I am so nervous. 

Feel free to add on any other parallels you guys have seen <3 

fireflies | M

Contains: fluff, smut {punk!taehyung}

Words: 17,158

Summary: “There’s no hope for people like us, sweetheart. We’re destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.”

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A/N: Long fics might be turning into my new aesthetic. I’m sorry.

You never truly believed in love at first sight ― there was no reason to. The very idea seemed far too preposterous to be taken seriously, too ludicrous to exist outside of dreamy movies or forgotten fairy tales. How could two strangers cultivate such deep, mesmerizing emotion in the mere seconds they held a glance? How was it possible for them to simply know of their fate in the short amount of time they encountered each other? ― No; there were no soulmates, no predestined encounters. At least not for you. For you, there was only the faint ghost of a broken heart, the haunting of crumbled expectations; and the strong, determined promise to never fool yourself into another failed attempt at romance.

When you first saw him, however, you felt like the cosmos had morphed into static.


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Pairing: Jackson x reader

Genre: just plain smut, you have been warned!

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: rated M, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: okay wow this took me FOREVER to finish but here it is, at last! I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it ;)

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