where did all the good lessons go

JK Rowling did something incredible with Harry Potter: she presented grey characters to a young audience. The series has an obvious good x bad dynamic, but some very important people are grey: James, Sirius, Dumbledore, Snape. You can get angry and call me names all you want, but it’s a fact that the four of them did very good and very bad things in canon. Some did more bad, others did more good, but they’re neither angels, nor devils, all of them. And there’s a great lesson in this that, based on some confessions, many clearly don’t understand yet. That life is complex. Everyone is multidimensional. In real life, everyone is grey. The people you love, your favorite people they can also do wrong, commit crimes, they most likely already did hurt someone real badly some day. And this should help you learn not to completely vilify people, because you don’t know what they’re going through and how they got where they are, and because in most cases redemption is possible. Learning and changing is possible. I’m not saying that hurting people shouldn’t be frowned upon, it should, it has to be judged and fought against. But UNDERSTANDING the context, the people involved is so important. This is why we don’t simply kill off everyone that makes a mistake. Yes, we all have light and dark inside us. Going between them is a matter of choice, but note this: some get that choice easily delivered to them, while others struggle. Learn to understand the struggles. We don’t get the same conditions in life.

Chamber of Secrets - Part 21

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: So I reread this series last night and holy shit this has got to be the slowest slow burns ever. I’m so sorry lmao. Also, I know I haven’t been linking the previous part and next part in each chapter because takes so much time so I’m just going to put the series masterlist on each chapter from now on. 

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Things Heard/Said Working in the Costume Workshop
  • “If I choke to death here, I want you to put me in my coffin with both my middle fingers up.”
  • “Did you know that every single thing here is wrong?”
  • “Just… blood everywhere. I’m talking ev-ry-where.”
  • “Permission to slam-dunk this into the garbage?”
  • “No one’s ever cut a finger off in this room. I promise.”
  • “This ain’t what any god ever intended.”
  • “What do theater majors even do? Eat glass? Staple things to themselves? Yes.”
  • “Anyone else hear that siren going off?”
  • “Let’s go see what they lit on fire now.”
  • “Oh, good. It’s all ruined.”
  • “Did someone say polka?”
  • “Shoulder pads. More of them.”
  • “We’ve learned an important lesson today, and that lesson is: don’t do that.
  • “I want to help you, but I need to know what the problem is first.”
  • “I hate it. I despise it. I loathe it. I have so many synonyms for how much I don’t like this.”
  • “It’s difficult, but it’s possible. Probably.”
  • “You can cry if you have to. No judgement.”
  • “It’s not that it’s a bad place. It’s just full of dust and fire hazards and also I’m pretty sure it’s haunted.”
  • “Please do not ever say those words to me again.”
  • “I would NEVER do that! …Unless I was, like, really mad.”
  • “You’re lucky I’m morally above grave robbing. By, like, half a step, but still.”
  • “Nothing personal, but I’m deeply ashamed that I even know you.”
  • “You’re, like, the closest friend I have, you know? And that’s really fucking sad.”
Not Right ~J.G.;S.W.~

Summary: you cheat on Gilinsky with Sammy.

Requested: yup

Note: sorry it’s so long, but I feel like this is one of my best writings :))


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“How do you sleep at night?” I roll my eyes and wiggle into my skinny jeans.

“I think it’s the fact that he doesn’t love me that helps” I say pretending like I had to think about it. I turn around and look at the boy I’ve been sleeping with for the past 6 months. It was more than just sex though. It had always been more than sex. Sammy made me feel like no one on this earth did. We loved eachother, even though for the time being, we couldn’t be together.

That tore me apart. Knowing that I would see Sam almost everyday and never get to cuddle with him around our friends. I wouldn’t get to show him off and take couple like pictures with him. I know it killed him too. I saw the way his light brown eyes turned to a murky black, the way his contagious smile slowly crept away from his perfect face, the way he became more insecure and felt smaller in his big bed, the way he watched with intense curiosity as I moved around his bedroom collecting my belongs getting ready to leave again. But we could never be together.

I kiss him goodbye and tell him I might be able to come over later that night. He just nods and savors the kiss as he usually does.

I walk through the apartment and out toward my car, making sure no one saw me. Even if they did though, I had an amazing excuse, just incase. I climbed up in the car I first bought when everyone made the great migration to Los Angeles. I turned up the radio and made my way home.

As I turned on to the highway, my phone started ringing, the contact name flashed across my navigation system: My Love followed by a series of different hearts. I pressed a button on my steering wheel that answered the call.

“Hey baby, I was just on the way home, do you want me to pick you up something to eat?” I ask getting off at my correct exit.

“Oh sure, but could you pick me and Johnson up and take us to voice lessons, our cars are still at Dillons” my boyfriends voice sounded different through the speakers of my car.

“Yeah sure. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” I say turning into our street.

“Okay. Bye” and with that he was gone. That’s how all of our phone conversations ended, no i love you, no see ya later. Just okay, bye. I pull into my driveway and honk the horn before seeing the two bestfriends goof around and jump into my car.

“Hey y/n” Johnson says from the backseat. I give him a big smile and put the car in reverse.

“Hey baby girl, what did you do today?” Jack says quickly pecking my cheek before buckling his seatbelt.

“I went to a few stores, but I didn’t find anything good. I’m thinking about going to the flea market later for some more decorations, you guys wanna come?” I ask the two crazy boys.

“Sorry y/n/n me and G have to finish this song tonight or this album is never getting out.” Johnson says.

We all began talking about the boys album and how they shouldn’t rush it.

I pull up to the building where they boys get vocal lessons before going to the studio.

“If you need me to pick you guys up or whatever just let me know” I say smiling.

Gilinsky pecks my cheek again before sliding out the door.

“Thanks y/n” Johnson smiles lightly at me before following behind Gilinsky.

I drive home listening to music and thinking about my life.

As I get home I start cleaning up. When I get to my bedroom I get an overwhelming feeling of wrongness.

I know I shouldn’t be sleeping with Sam when me and Gilinsky are together, but I love Sam. Aren’t you supposed to be with the person you love.

I know it may be cruel that I don’t love jack, but he doesn’t love me either, he never did. Me and him grew up as great best friends and people just kinda expected us to be together like some kind of cliche book. Hell our parents even let us shower with each other until the time we moved to Cali. Everyone was shocked when Jack started dating Madison. I was for a moment but then he told me how happy she makes him and that’s all I want for my bestfriend. When they broke up it was pretty bad for the both of them. I tried my best to console them individually but it was getting hard. Madison just wanted to be alone and Jack just needed someone. So of course I was there.

Of course it started out as innocent, regular bestfriend duties. Then we slept together and we continued to have sex for over a month. Then one day, while Johnson was on Instagram live me and jack accidentally walked through the camera. This wouldn’t be so bad, but I was half naked with my lips attached to Jacks.

We didn’t want to let everyone down and have our entire families and friend group disappointed so we just started dating and told everyone. It was fun at first, but the most important part of every relationship, is actually having feelings for the other person.

About a year into our relationship, I started getting feelings for someone else. These feelings were very real and very strong. Sammy caught my eye one day and everything hit me like a truck. He smiled at me and the world spun in the opposite direction for a moment. He hugged me goodbye like usual, but this time I could smell his heavenly cologne and feel how warm he was.

Our quiet flirting eventually turned into something more. We began hanging out by ourselves and realized we loved eachother. Luckily Sam had broken up with Stassie and she had already moved on.

Me and jack grew further apart and suddenly we were strangers. He didn’t care where I went and why I vanished for the night. He was always to caught up with Madison. I get it, I do.

As I sit in my bed, craving more from Sammy I realize this life wasn’t for me. I knew jack was probably in the studio by now so I decided to pay him a visit.

As I got in my car and began driving, I could feel and hear my heart slamming against my rib cage, threatening to bust out if I didn’t calm myself. My hands began sweating from my nerves and I found myself tightly gripping the wheel. I got a sudden lump in my throat and it was hard to breathe.

I pulled into the parking lot and raced up the stairs. I was moving a bit faster than I wanted to but my heart was controlling me, not my brain. I opened the door where the boys wrote and record songs. I see the 2 boys sitting at the computer with their sound manager, trying to make a beat.

“I hate to interrupt, but G, I need to talk to you” I say as confidently as I can. Though it sounded like a whimper.

He nods nervously and follows me out and into an empty room.

We both sit on the couch, knowing exactly what’s happening. We knew this would happen, it has to.

“We can’t keep doing this Jack” I turn my head and look at the stressed out boy.

“I know, I just feel like we have to because everyone wants us to and that’s what we were born to be” he says leaning his head on my shoulder. Jack will always be my bestfriend before he’s anything else.

“I know. But I was born to be happy and I love you so much jack I do, but I’m not happy with you and I know you’re miserable with me” I say almost whining.

“What do we tell everyone?” He says chuckling.

“The truth I suppose” I say scratching the side of his head. I always do this to calm him down.

“Do you love Sam the way I love Madison?” He asks quietly after a few moments of silence.

“Yea. Yea I do” I say before kissing jacks head making my way back to my car. I put out a tweet.

@y/n: you can’t keep doing things that make you unhappy, just because that’s what everyone expects of you

@y/n: me and @jackgilinsky just weren’t made to be together. We are bestfriends and I don’t think we could ever be more.

@y/n: I’m so sorry, but me and jack both have our hearts set in other places.

I tweet them and see all the mentions saying they’re crying and the ship has sunk. Most people said they understood and as fans they just wanted us happy.

As I got in my car I saw jack retweeted my tweets and posted a few of his own.

@jackgilinsky: my heart is set with @madisonbeer and it always has been

@jackgilinsky: don’t worry, I love @y/n, just not in that way. I love you guys too.

I retweeted and and immediately got calls and texts from my friends and family. I laugh and began my drive towards Sammy’s apartment.

The drive seemed so much shorter on the way there. As I walked in front of his front door I took a deep breathe with a huge smile on my face. I could finally be with the love of my life. I knock on the door and it’s ripped open by a topless Sammy who pulls me into a kiss before I get a chance to say hey.

“I love you so much” he says grabbing my face and squishing it. I laugh and pull him down on the bed, cuddling into his warm chest.

I would never have to see Sam get a little less happy every time I walked out his door. His sad smile would be replaced with giant grins. His murky black eyes could stay shiny and light brown. His insecurities washed away and his bed felt just right with both of our bodies mingled in it. We were finally happy and together forever.

Jason talks in his sleep.

“Batman, you stole my fucking snickerdoodles.” That was the first dead giveaway. Of course I would date a guy who talks in his sleep. It was both hilarious and scary at times. 

The time when he screamed in the middle of the night, softly crying, and whispered unknowingly in my ear, “Bruce will come for me…”, and I cried myself– that was the breaking point. I approached Jason on the job, wearing the same mask (I found it in his underwear drawer) as him. I wasn’t really surprised that he was the Red Hood, but I was dead set on getting him to agree with me on one thing.

“I know who you are.” I smiled at him. “And I’m not afraid.” Smiling at the man with the gun, I put your hand over the barrel and lowered his hand.

“Who are you?” He questioned cautiously, hearing my smug tone.

“You seriously don’t know?” I asked him, flashing a cheshire cat grin. “You live with me, don’t you?”

“What are you doing?” He put his pistol back in its holster. “You are going to get hurt!”

“Oh, goodness gracious, I hadn’t thought of it that way! Getting hurt while fighting people with superpowers, save me now!” I feigned sarcasm. I stepped up and looked at his eyes. “Did you really think that once I found out who you really were that I would leave you alone?”

“I–well, no.” Jason sighed. He removed my mask and stared into my eyes. “Listen, you might think that you’re tough and all, but it’s a dangerous city.”

I caressed his cheek gently and gave him a chaste kiss before sweep-kicking his legs from under him. “I think I’m fine.” I informed him. “Lesson number one: don’t ever lose your guard.”

“Good point.” He stood up, rubbing his ass. “Are you sure that you want to go all in?” 

“Yes.” I said without a second thought going through my mind. 

“Okay then.” He said, then looked up at the sky. “How did you find out?”

“You talk in your sleep, babe.” I smirked. “’Batman, where are all the clowns?’” I mimicked him jokingly.

“Well, there goes my cover.” He laughed. “I guess you’re a part of the team now. I’ll introduce you to Bruce– the real Bruce– tonight.”

“Great.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled. “What do you want to do now?” I asked him, trailing one hand down his chest. He brought his hands around to lift me around his waist.

“I think you can guess.” He breathed against my lips between kisses. I gave in to him willingly. 

That night, after what would be considered a relieved hook-up on the roof of the Wayne Tech building, he was finally as in this relationship as I was. No secrets, no rivalries, just a team. Just how it’s supposed to be.

Witch

TW: Mentions of Attempted Rape

Morgan was going down tonight and although I wouldn’t be witness to it, I’d have the pleasure of knowing what was going to happen.

No one liked Morgan… well that’s a lie. Lots of people liked her. I did not. Neither did my friends. She was a waste of space and nothing special. Except for the fact she wanted to suck off Satan.

She was a witch.

It wasn’t like I saw her wearing a pentagram or chanting in tongues. But how else did she get everyone to like her? She was so boring. She was nice to literally everyone, even the shitty algebra teacher. She had all these friends, and no one had anything bad to say about her. Even when she ‘forgot’ to do an assignment, her teacher excused her and gave her another day.

Fat chance they’d ever do that for me.

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I am done with being okay with Twin Suns

Like the title says, I’m done with denying my hate of the “Twin Suns” episode of Star Wars Rebels. (This isn’t meant to attack people who do like it- I just need to vent.)

For the longest time after Twin Suns aired, I told myself I liked the episode, the direction they took it in, and the ending they gave us for Maul. But honestly it was just the only way I could deal with it at the time; if I acknowledged all the things I felt was wrong with it, it wouldn’t make me feel any better, and it would only serve to amplify my sadness and regret at Maul’s death. I didn’t want to dwell on a negative thing I couldn’t change. But I’ve got to admit how I really feel about it, it’s eating me up inside.

For an episode that “wraps up” Maul’s story and his life, he only has 5 minutes worth of scenes, including the parts where he’s just a disembodied voice harrassing Ezra (which I thought was not believable anyways since Maul, while not above using Ezra, genuinely cared about the blueberry and wouldn’t intentionally torment him.)

Now I love Ezra as much as the next fan, but he had way too many scenes in this episode and most of them were of him travelling across Tatooine. Why couldn’t he and Maul have had more scenes talking to Obi-Wan and less scenes of sand?? It’s just not believable that he meets Kenobi and asks 2 questions then is forced to leave. He (AND MAUL) spent too much time searching for old Ben to only get less than 2 minutes of interactions with him.

I realize now that there are definitely more Kenobi fans than Maul fans in the writer’s room at Lucasfilm because Maul’s entire death was more about Obi-Wan’s feelings and Obi-Wans character development than anything else. We get to see the emotional aftermath of the battle and Obi-Wan gazing over the horizon at Luke. We were never intimately shown Maul’s struggle of longing for a purpose, clinging to the past, and the results of his horrific upbringing. The episode is framed in a way where Maul is the obvious “villain” and we don’t get a chance to sympathize with him except for at the very end.  

But the part that dissatisfied me the most was the discussion between Maul and Obi-Wan before the battle. There were so many things that could have (needed to) be said and yet the two of them just fell back into insulting eachother for a while before fighting. There was nothing new about this interaction between them and Maul’s dialogue could have been ripped straight from a Clone Wars episode. The lines were uninspired and it was lazy writing, and showed none of the changes or character development Maul’s been through in the last 15 years.

They made such a build-up the entire season about Maul wanting to find Obi-Wan, and they even purposely left Maul’s goal ambiguous, which led us to believe that Maul could have a different reason for wanting to find Kenobi. Why would they tease us with all the possibilities all season long to just give us literally the most uninspired and predictable ending ever? Maul said he wanted “hope” when opening the holocrons with Ezra- how does that even fit in with what we were given in Twin Suns?? We as viewers can rationalize this by saying he ultimately finds hope in the chosen one defeating Palpatine- but why would Maul himself say there’s “hope” in killing Obi-Wan?

Also don’t get me started on all the things that were cut from this episode. There was supposed to be a scene where Maul is hallucinating and talking to Savage (which would have been so powerful and emotional) and they cut it because “not enough viewers would know who Savage was”– are you kidding me?? Maul already told Ezra in Twilight of the Apprentice that he had a brother, so the audience is aware of that- but I bet most of the viewers have watched the Clone Wars anyways.

So they cut out a potentially beautiful scene of Maul coming to terms with Savage’s death and replaced it with Ezra’s “Saturday morning special” lesson at the end where they all basically go “Ohana means family”?  A lesson that Ezra has already learned time and time again?

Anyways. There’s my rant. I recognize that many people are going to disagree with me and that’s okay. The point is I feel a little freer knowing I don’t have to accept Maul’s death like a “good little fangirl” and enthusiastically gobble up every single piece of lazy writing Filoni throws at us… It’s okay to not like something the writers did even though you like Star Wars as a whole. I feel better now.

Oath | Ch.23.2 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

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

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

Originally posted by berry852

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Word count: 4,644

A/N: I am so pleased with how this one turned out. Although I am not so sure about the ending, I might not like it in a day or two, but I really wanted to post it so I had to go with this. As always, thank you for reading my story, I hope you enjoy this part as well, and have a great day/ evening! ^^

D-DAY

“So you’re finally showing your real face…” Jimin’s low voice scared the life out of you. “Traitor,” the disgust in his voice was triggering you somehow.

“I’m not…” you were too panicked to even make a sentence.

It was as if ever since Jungkook showed up everything turned upside down for you within the group. Everyone kept pushing you away from him, accusing you of stuff you did not do, doubting your loyalty, and always keeping you under their radar. It was exhausting.

“You’re not what? So you want to tell me you weren’t thinking of running away just now?” he was taking slow steps towards you, crushing the grass under his boots. “I’m not Taehyung, Y/N, you can’t fool me with your pretty eyes and sweet words. I can see right through your bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit!” you raised your voice.

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It’s not ‘unfortunate’ that I didn’t have ‘luck to ‘understand’ Islam.

I suffered from a lot of abuse in the name of religion. I also fully understand Islam ~ the religion I was born into, raised in, forced to practice. I have read the quran many times, both in english and arabic. My grandad is a Hafiz/Islamic teacher and taught me to read the quran.  I did Islamic lessons as a kid where I learnt about the surrahs I was reading and studied their translations in English. I have covered up, prayed, fasted ect ..the whole lot. I actually was a practicing muslim for some time before I left Islam. 

You pretty much have that typical woe is me i’m always going to be a victim mentality no matter how many people you hurt or your religion steps over and crushes and kills. You’re happy to ignore this fact if it makes you look good which is selfish as fuck. All I get from your response is you don’t care about how many people Islam makes suffer as long as you continue to make Islam appear like a harmless peaceful religion that dosen’t hurt anyone - which is complete BS.

You’re also really missing the point because you’re too ignorant to admit that Islam isn’t perfect and the way muslims treat ex muslims and lgbt is appalling. 

You want me to protect my family who are basically making my life a living hell for being an ex muslim? You want me to protect my family who will basically disown me and leave me homeless and cut off? Who can’t accept me for me because I don’t believe in the same god? Fuck off. I don’t wish anything bad on anyone. I just want us to be treated better. I want us to be treated with the same respect as everyone else but something so simple is still too hard for many muslims like yourself. The first thing is to acknowledge the way you treat us is wrong and that Islam isn’t perfect. There are parts of Islam that are harmful to many people.

The reason i’m on this website trying to speak out is because we need to be protected from all the shit we go through, people like you only make it worse. 

It’s not just all about you. There are other people on this planet who are suffering and going through hell. And a lot of it has to do with religion being forced upon them and unwillingly shoved down their throat. I’m lucky I live in a Western Country. You probably have no clue what it’s like for someone in my shoes who’s living in an Islamic country. 

Do you realize that these terrorists are also killing muslims in their own countries? Do you not know anything about Sunni and Shia Muslims killing each other? If it was your family member or friend being killed maybe you’d actually give a shit. 

All I get from your response is that you clearly see ex muslims as less important and their lives less valuable than your own because we are no longer muslim. You refuse to acknowledge that Islam isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. The truth hurts, but it’s there. Rather than denying it and ignoring it, how about showing some compassion and empathy to those who are suffering and living in hell?

Honestly western muslims like this are stupid and ignorant as fuck, as long as nothing is actively doing them harm they are happy to throw everyone else suffering under the bus. 

Summoner/Chrom C-S Support

Written by  drizzled-wind


C SUPPORT

(y/n): No one will notice if I hide in here to take a nap, hopefully…

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Chrom: Dammit, that’s another hole. I guess I have to tell (y/n) now… Where is s/he, anyway?

(y/n): Zzzzz…

Chrom: (y/n)? Is that you?

(y/n): Huh?! Oh, it’s just you, Chrom…

Chrom: Why are you sleeping in a broom cupboard, of all places?

(y/n): I can’t get any rest anywhere else. It’s always crowded around here now, ever since I accidentally went a little overboard with my summoning.

Chrom: I have noticed an increased amount of heroes, lately. But aren’t you supposed to be taking them out for training?

(y/n): I was just taking a break in between teams. I hope I didn’t keep them waiting too long.

Chrom: Don’t worry, (y/n). You are truly admirable, to be taking on such a task. I don’t blame you for needing to catch up on your rest.

(y/n): That may be so, but I have a responsibility now, and I have to live up to it. I admit I never had to take on a task this important back in my world and I don’t really know if I’m doing a good job.

Chrom: Well, I was coming over here to tell you that I broke the wall again-

(y/n): Chrom!

Chrom: -but instead I’m going to offer atonement by taking out the next batch of heroes to be trained. Take this time to rest up, alright?

(y/n): Chrom, I can’t ask you to do that for me. 

Chrom: You didn’t ask - I offered to. As our summoner and tactician, you’re certainly shouldering a lot of responsibility. I know how that feels. Let me take this team out for you.

(y/n): Alright, if you insist… I guess I’ll just hang out here for awhile. It’s surprisingly comfortable.

Chrom: S/he’s falling back asleep… Well, I’d better make good on my promise. Time for battle.

[(y/n) and Chrom have reached support rank C.]


B SUPPORT

(y/n): Dammit… Where is it?

Chrom: (y/n)? What’s wrong?

(y/n): Oh! Chrom. Nothing is wrong. I just lost something kind of important.

Chrom: What is it? I’d be happy to help you search.

(y/n): No, no, that’s not necessary. I can find it myself. Please, don’t get bothered over this.

Chrom: I’m offering my assistance. It’s the least I can do, really, with everything you do for us. What are you looking for?

(y/n): I’m a little embarrassed to tell you, to be honest…

Chrom: Oh? How scandalous is it? I’ll keep your secret, don’t worry.

(y/n): What?! No, nothing like that! It’s just a stuffed animal, okay? It was somehow brought with me to this world, and I guess it reminds me of home. I can’t sleep without it.

Chrom: That’s nothing to be ashamed of! My sister kept a huge collection of dolls in her bed with her for several years after she had outgrown them. So, did someone steal it?

(y/n): Most likely. Uh, lately I’ve been keeping it in my pocket in case I want to grab a quick nap. But it’s not there anymore.

Chrom: Should I ask around?

(y/n): No! Please don’t tell anyone else. Everyone seems to see me as some sort of big, important hero around here. I don’t want them to see that the truth is I’m just another scared person who misses home. That would probably drop their spirits.

Chrom: I don’t see anything wrong with that. I miss Ylisse terribly. I’m sure many here feel the same about their homelands.

(y/n): Be that as it may, I still don’t want anyone to know. If you could just… keep an eye out for it, that would be great.

Chrom: I’ll keep a lookout. See you, (y/n). I hope you find it soon.

(y/n): Thank you, Chrom.

[(y/n) and Chrom have reached support rank B.]


A SUPPORT

Chrom: (y/n)! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.

(y/n): Sorry, Chrom. I’ve been busy all morning taking out heroes on training missions. What do you need?

Chrom: I found it! Some dastard had pocketed it and tried to sell it as a foreign relic. I taught them a lesson they would never forget, rest assured.

(y/n): Oh my goodness, thank you so much! Wait, I mean, um…you didn’t have to go to that trouble, really.

Chrom: Of course I did. You are a leader we all look up to, so I’m happy to help you where I can. Here.

(y/n): Thank you.

Chrom: (y/n)? Are you crying?

(y/n): N-no, I’m just…sweating from my eyes.

Chrom: I’ve never heard of that happening before. Is it a rare disease? Are you okay?

(y/n): That wasn’t meant to be literal, Chrom. Ah, never mind. Sorry for turning into a leaky faucet all of a sudden.

Chrom: … A what?

(y/n): I’ve just been so stressed lately with all the duties I’ve taken on, and the pressure of having a million eyes on you, expecting you to be great is really taxing. I probably haven’t slept at all in three days.

Chrom: I know exactly how you feel. When I became exalt, the pressure on my shoulders increased tenfold. But the way I coped was by finding friendship in my close allies and forming bonds with them.

(y/n): Bonds, huh?

Chrom: If you’d like, I’d be happy to be that friend for you.

(y/n): Hmm…

Chrom: (y/n)?! Are you alright? You just collapsed out of nowhere.

(y/n): Zzzzz…

Chrom: S/he’s asleep again… I should find a better place for him/her to rest. The way s/he’s clutching that stuffed animal is rather cute, I’ll admit.

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Chrom: There you go, (y/n). Sleep well, and know I’ll still be here for you when you wake.

[(y/n) and Chrom have reached support rank A.]


S SUPPORT

(y/n): Chrom?

Chrom: Hm? Oh, hello, (y/n). How is your day going?

(y/n): To be honest, a lot better. I’ve been getting more sleep ever since you started helping me take out the new heroes.

Chrom: Excellent. I’m glad I was able to help.

(y/n): Also, Chrom… There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.

Chrom: I’m all ears, (y/n). You can talk to me about anything.

(y/n): You know how you were talking about bonds between allies?

Chrom: Ah, yes. Essential to any war, I think you’ll find.

(y/n): Right. When you were in the Shepherds, did any bonds of friendship turn into…something more?

Chrom: Oh? What do you mean?

(y/n): I mean, did any friendships turn into, um, romance?

Chrom: Romance? Well, yes, I suppose a lot of close friends began to find love in each other. Why do you ask?

(y/n): Because I think I’ve fallen desperately in love with someone I have a close friendship with.

Chrom: Oh. Well, I’ll leave you to that, then. Have a good day, (y/n). I hope it works out.

(y/n): Wait! Chrom, don’t leave!

Chrom: Hmm? Why?

(y/n): Because it’s you, okay?! You’re the one that I’m in love with. Somewhere along the way in this crazy endeavour I’ve fallen for you, hard. You’re always there for me, and you’re always doing nice things, and…

Chrom: (y/n)…

(y/n): I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be thinking like this, especially because we’re from entirely different worlds, but I had to at least tell you how I feel.

Chrom: Don’t apologise. The truth is, I have feelings for you as well, (y/n).

(y/n): …Really?

Chrom: Yes. Our bond has grown so strong that nothing could break it. I love you, (y/n). Come here.

(y/n): Oh… It’s been too long since I had a real hug. Thank you, Chrom. For everything.

[(y/n) and Chrom have reached support rank S.]


Confession Quote:

Chrom: You are the most important person to me. May our bonds of love last…for all of eternity.

Okay but can you just imagine how the Batfamily would react to the whole “Killer Clown” nonsense plaguing America? Like immediately after it aired on the news Bruce would be hanging out in the lounge with the family when suddenly Jason crashes through the window like a human cannonball with every single gun he could find attached to him. All he would do is give each of his siblings a look and say “Let’s roll” before walking out, each of them following him while Bruce just goes back to sipping his tea. He’d been expecting this, of course.

So they all suit up, Dick grabbing his escrima sticks, Tim his bo staff, Steph a bat, Damian a katana, and Cass a shovel. And they all strut out of the Batcave like in an action movie to meet up with Roy, Kori, Wally, Kon, Colin, Harper, Selina, and Helena outside. And Jay just goes “We’re going clown hunting” and they take off.

They break off into pairs, Red Hood and Arsenal, Spoiler and Batgirl, Robin and Abuse, Red Robin and Superboy, Starfire and Huntress, Bluebird and Catwoman, and Nightwing and Kid Flash. They take off in all parts of the country, focused only on bringing in every clown they find. And it’s glorious.

Barbara would be in the Batcave tracking each and every clown, giving the team coordinates to where they are. And man, was it a bloodbath. Clowns were running in fear as they were being chased down by a bunch of rage-driven vigilantes with very bad histories with clowns and no problem with beating them into a coma. This time there is no playful commentary, no conversations over the comms, just victorious cheers whenever one is brought down. And Bruce is just so proud of his babies destroying people all together. Alfred actually sheds a tear at the beautiful sense of unity.

In the morning there is an announcement on the news that the killer clowns have been brought in to police stations all over the country. Nobody knows who did it, but the clowns have learned their lessons and citizens are grateful. Cut to Wayne Manor, where their entire clown-fighting squad is chilling in the living room, draped over couches and spread out on the floor with pure exhaustion, reminiscing on the good deed they’ve done. Cue Alfred waltzing in with a giant platter of maybe 500 waffles, and they all do a collective fist bump complete with an explosion like cool people, because they are freaking awesome.

Days later the Joker is still hiding in his basement, too terrified to go outside and face the wrath of a bunch of awesome teenagers.

Coffee Shop (Part Five)

PARK CHANYEOL FAN FICTION

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five  | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Epilogue

Pairing: Reader x Park Chanyeol
What happens when you accidentally sit next to someone you shouldn’t in a coffee shop.

‘I want to date you Y/N’

‘UGH-’ you exhaled in frustration and a few people sitting near by you on the bus looked up in surprise, throwing you some wary glances. You blushed, and bowed slightly, mumbling a polite ‘sorry.’

You were on your way to work. The winter break had finally ended, and that meant you had to get back in the swing of things at school. But you could’t focus. With your head leant against the window of the bus, you mind kept trailing back to the night Chanyeol had arrived at you apartment, flowers in hand. The night he had confessed his feelings for you. 

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Stay? (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

Request: Could you do a part 2 of the deaf one like a couple of years later? You don’t have to 😊 thanks -Anon

A/N: It’s late…I just have a lot of studying and tests and exams and I barely have time. It’s kinda short.  MASTERLIST

Word Count: 291

Warning: None


You got dressed into a really cute dress and put on your nerdy glasses. You took one last look at the mirror. Stiles was waiting for you outside your house. As you got in his car, he kissed your cheek. “Good morning.” He sign language. You replied back with a kiss on his cheek.

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As you arrived to school, Scott, Lydia, Isaac, Jackson and Liam were watching you and Stiles laughing at the pranks he played on Scott. “Not to self; never mess with you.” He hung his long muscular arm around your neck, pulled you closer to him and kissed your head. You let out a giggle. Lydia ran towards you and hugged you tightly. “How are you?” she asked (sign language). You gave her thumbs up. Stiles’ pulled you to the side. “Can I ask you something?”

“You already did.” You giggled.

“Oh…yeah. Umm…would you like to move in with me? Don’t worry if you-” He began to sign language fast. You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him towards you. Your lips crashed into his’. “Does that answer your question?” Stiles’ kept looking at you.

“So it’s a no?” he joked. you gently punched him in his arm and let out a giggle.

“okay…so I’ll pick you and your things at five. is that good?” You nodded. 

“Where am I going to sleep?” You asked. He grinned at you and said “In my bed.” You felt your insides melt and smiled widely. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Stiles.” Both of you went next to Scot and the others. Your next lesson was English so all of you sat in two rows. Stiles couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and so did you. 

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wakacchi  asked:

Hello there! How about headcanons whereas the Matsuno has one additional family member; little sister. How will the sextuplets treasure her?

(i’m operating under the assumption that the little sister is actually a kid and not like… born immediately after Totty. >w> i hope that’s okay! if you intended for something else, let me know and i can do another one!

special thanks to @princeofcabbage for helping me out with this one!!)

one canon for all of them would be that i think they rotate a lot on who takes care of her. like, they have a schedule and i think they switch around daily maybe.

Osomatsu: he probably takes his little sister around with him when he’s just around town. and this asshole tries to use her as a ploy for picking up mates. like. he stands around with her and gives her candy and pets her head or something and when someone cute walks by he’s like “HEY LOOK AT ME, I’M A COOL, LOVING BUT PLAYFUL AND SWEET OLDER BROTHER-TYPE WITH AN ADORABLE BABY SISTER THAT I TAKE CARE OF ALL BY MYSELF. DATE ME/HAVE SEX WITH ME PLS.” (well, maybe not those exact words, but you get it.) on a better note, he does dote on her somewhat and he’s always calling her cute. he’s happy to have another younger sib to look after. the two of them do play around a lot.

Karamatsu: he really just wants his younger sister to think he’s cool. more than he wants anyone else to think he’s cool. he would literally love nothing more than being his little sister’s role model. he just wants to be a good older brother and have someone to look up to him and to mentor. whether or not he’s successful… that’s another story. but he TRIES. either way, he does everything he can for his baby sis. she’s his little princess. his special Karamatsu Girl. he likes to write little songs for her, i think, and take her around places.

Choromatsu: he’s such a mom. he keeps trying to act like the responsible older brother he is not, teaching his little sis “important life lessons!!” which are all like. actual, good advice, but you never see him practicing what he preaches. he’s still a NEET. he’s also super protective and strict, like, he’s worse than his own mom. lil sis can’t go anywhere without him knowing 1. where she’s going, 2. who’s going to be there, 3. when she’s coming back. “Also, did you do your homework/chores first?? And take a sweater because it’s cold outside! You’ll catch a cold!!” on a cuter note however, imagine Choro and his babby sister enjoying idols and shoujo anime together. dancing around together to some Nyaa-chan. <33

Ichimatsu: he might act a little indifferent towards her, but it still says something that while he’s busy tormenting his brothers, he never picks on his little sis. also, unless you have a death wish, you don’t E V E R want to mess with his little sister. he will find you. and kill you. while he doesn’t interact with her a whole bunch, he does wish all the time he could be closer to her. also sometimes he catches her playing with his cats and he cries a little. the pureness is too strong for him and his sinful being.

Jyushimatsu: oh man, he would take his sister everywhere!! they’d always be going on some crazy adventures together. he’s take her to the park or to the batting cages to run around and play games or to teach her how to play baseball. he’d take her bug-hunting if she would like that… they’d do all kinds of stuff together! they’d have a lot of fun together, but i think they’d be getting in a lot of trouble together too.

Todomatsu: he A D O R E S his cute baby sister. he’s always taking pictures with her and taking her places. he shows her off when possible, like “look at this cutie!!! (i’m such a good big bro date me pls)” ((he’s literally no better than Oso.)) naturally, this starts to piss off his brothers when they catch on. like. he still tells people that the other Matsubros don’t exist, but here he is, parading around town with their little sister. like, wow. okay. thanks totty.

Science teacher

Chapter two: School

This is the second chapter from my story! It might be a bit bad, and feedback would be appreciated:)
***
I woke up, ready to go to school but i couldnt move. Then i remembered where i was ‘i thought it was a dream’. It seemed i didn’t wake up alone.

“Good morning slave” he said followed by a fart, “Breathe it in”

“Yes master” i said inhaling his rancid fart.
“Ahh can’t smell a thing” he said. He got up and put some underwear over his thong. “Hope you’re ready for a full day of farts slave” he said chuckling.

'oh great i have to go to school and deal with his farts? It doesn’t get any-’

A fart escaped his hole, quickly i made sure to inhale in the gas. “You’re getting good at this slave, i guess this thong as taught you a thing or two hasnt it?” he said wiggling his huge mounds.

My master finished clothing and headed towards the car. On the way there he farted at least 10 times. Each one smellier than the other
“Today is going to be fun”

***

It was already first period and he’s already “accidentally” sat on 8 kids. On each kid he let out a little fart for me to smell.
'Hey…im starting to enjoy this’ i thought.

“Ok class today we’re going to learn about-” he stopped to fart, then continued,“ genetic traits and such”
'oh god i have to deal with him teaching all day, kill me now’

Suddenly he tugged on his thong, pulling my head towards his asshole to the point where i entered it. It felt like my head was going to expload. The pressure was intense and i couldn’t breathe. I used my tiny hands to punch his ass but he didnt feel a thing.

All i heard was a muffled lesson, as my vision started fading.

***

I woke to my masters face real close to me.
“Did you enjoy my asshole slave? Did you miss my farts while you were passed out?”

“Yes i did master” i answered.

“Oh good because lunch is going to be over soon and 6th period will start soon” he said smirking. “Oh and i hope you enjoy your incoming farts, one of my students generously gave me a box of chocolates. I’ve heard they make some smelly farts!!” he said laughing.

“I was passed out for 5 periods?!” i almost shouted. He didnt answer. “Well time to put you back on”

He placed me back into the thong’s little pocket and put it on, returning me to my home that I’ll never leave.

“And slave, i don’t want to hear a peep out of you this period. Or I’ll make sure you’ll face the worst possible thing in your life”

Soon after he was fully dressed, the bell rang. All i heard was the footsteps of my class mates.

***

Every time he finished a sentence there was a fart for me. He would sometimes even stop talking just to fart on me! I hate to admit it but i was kinda enjoying his smell, i wanted to spend my lifetime in his ass.

“Ok class now get in your groups and answer the questions on the paper” he said. I heard footsteps moving around and people talking. My master started walking towards a group, to help them out with a question i assumed.

“We need help with the first question” the voice said. ’ Is that Finn? ’. “ Yeah we’re having trouble understanding it” the other voice said. ’ Luke?’

“ What is it that you need help in?” my master said. “Um,we don’t understand what it’s trying to say” Finn said.

“Oh i just want you to describe to me the different way traits are passed on.” he said getting up from the seat,“ don’t forget complete sentences you two.”

“Mr. Jovelo?” Luke said.
“Yes Luke?” he said turning around. “Do you happen to know where Jake is? He isn’t answering his phone and i heard he was sent away?”

'Oh great here comes the great lie’
“Well…” he said sitting back down,“ i suggested to send Jake to a science camp in London so he’ll improve his knowledge on the subject.”

“Oh…ok” Luke said. “Well if you don’t mind i have papers to grade” my master said, getting up. He walked to his desk far from the other students, a place where you can’t here a thing unless you were really close.

Once he sat down he let out a huge wet fart. “I’ve been holding that one in too long, slave” he said relieved, “ good thing your friends aren’t the smartest people huh. They would’ve blown our cover and i would lose my little slave” he said farting once more.

I deeply inhaled this one, letting out a small moan. ’ That smelled so good’.  “Did you enjoy yourself slave? Because i got a big one coming”
“Please master…please fart on me.” i begged.

He chuckled, “If you say so slave.” and the biggest fart escaped his hole. I savoured the smell of his fart.“

The bell rang, announcing the end of school. "Anything you didnt finish in class you’ll have to do it for homework!” my master announced. It was quiet for a while untill i heard footsteps coming towards the desk.

“Mr. Jovelo?”
“What is it Luke?” my master answered back
“I know it’s not my place to say this but… I think you’re lying” he said

'Luke?? What are you doing?’ i thought.

“I know Jake, he would never EVER want to leave to a camp in London or anywhere! He barely even likes science!” he almost shouted

I felt my master stand up and reach for something. I heard a something open and some rustling. “Have a seat Luke” he said placing down a plastic cup. ’ Oh no…hes going to shrink Luke!!’.  I almost shouted but i was reminded of the unimaginable punishment i would receive and remained silent.

He poured the liquid into the cup “Have a sip Luke ” he said.  All i could do was listen ashamed i couldn’t stop my master. “Uh… If you say so Mr. Jovelo” Luke said

I heard him gulp down the liquid. “By the way Luke, you can start calling me master now”. Then a thud was heard. 'Did he fall off his seat?’ i wondered

My master kneeled down and picked up Luke, who was now 4 inches tall. “Oh i cant wait to get home slaves”.

***

Once we in my masters room he took Luke out of his pocket and undressed himself completely. He took me out the pocket and set me down.

“Why did you shrink Luke!?!” i asked.
“Oh slave, you’re out of line for questioning my actions. But if you must know he was going to find out something was wrong and tell everyone you weren’t in London”

“Besides i needed another slave for… Other needs” he said smirking.

Luke was starting to wake up. He looked around scared and confused. “Jake? Mr. Jovelo? Where am i?!?” Luke asked

“Well slave if you must know you’re in my house, shruken by yours truly” my master said

“Slave… Wha- what do you mea-” he was cut off by a loud burp. “Well don’t you ask a lot of questions… This should teach you to be quiet”.

My master took him and walked out of the room. Leaving me alone on a night stand

***

Hours passed and he came back in without Luke. “Wheres Lu-” i didnt finish afraid to face what Luke did.

“Slave i need you to lick my ass, i ran out of toilet paper so you’ll have to do.”
He picked me up, spread his ass cheeks apart, placed me on his asshole, and closed me in.

“Start licking slave” he said. Not wanting disobey my master, i immediately started licking the shit off his ass. I felt him sit down and felt him moving faster and faster.

“Oh yeah”, he moaned, “Dont stop”
I licked faster and faster untill it was cleaned as it could get. He fished me out his ass and placed me on his stomach. Now i can see what he was doing.

He was jerking off!! His 8 inch cock was erect and about ready to explode. Soon my master breathing got heavy.
“Slave… Prepare to swim in my cum” he said incoherently.

A big load of cum shot at me. It wouldn’t stop coming out…it seemed never ending! Very Soon i was swimming in my masters cum. “Thats…thats what i needed today” he said relieved

Laughing he said “oh look it seems to be your drowning in my cum”.
“Oh master i want to bathe in your cum every day of my life” the words just flew out my mouth

“Well”, he said smirking. “That can be arranged slave”.

’ still… I wonder where Luke went'  i thought.

I looked back go my master and he was dead asleep. He left me swimming in semen.

Can’t wait for tomorrow

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.


- Emily Dickinson

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Bzzzzz. Bzzz. Bzzzzz.Castiel heard more than saw his phone go off on the metal counter in the darkroom, but he was too distracted at the moment to care. He was too astonished by the smile on his face and how he didn’t know doing it for too long could make your cheeks hurt. Gently touching his face, trying to get the muscles to relax, he looked at the finally developed picture of Dean from when they first met. If Dean wasn’t naturally art the picture would less a photograph and more of a snap shot. Castiel had been much more careless than usual when it had come to the framing and lightning, normally he would have positioned his model. Yet he knew this picture would probably always be his favorite, he could even almost seen slightly darker gray freckles on his paler gray face. Then only thing that saddened him was that the photo was not in color. The thought broke him out of his trance long enough to check his phone and freeze looking at the little bubble on the screen that read, Dean.

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