would not read if you only watch the show

anonymous asked:

I'm 14 going on 15 and I hate how so many people who take a character that was just my age, and make creepy art and fic about him. I'm about to turn his current age and have been propositioned since I was 11 and was always told that adults who try things like that are perverts. So why is it when a bunch of 20 somethings pushing a teen who is around my age into a sexual relationship with an adult and do explicit crap, it's not perverted and gross? What about the teens who are feeling sexualized?

First off, thanks for writing me and being polite in your message. 

The first thing I want to address is this: you should never be made to feel sexualized. Unless it’s with someone you want to be sexual with, like a crush of yours. Even with someone you consider a crush, if you don’t want to feel that way and don’t want to do anything that can be considered sexual (be it even a kiss), you should never feel forced. This is not just now because you’re a teen, this is something that all of us go through and need to keep in mind even in our 20s, 30s and so on.

I’m so sorry that you feel that way in real life because some adults are absolutely disgusting. They are. Adults that prey on children are absolutely disgusting and horrifying and you should call them out, tell your parents or your teachers or the police. I’m not kidding here. I know it’s hard and you might feel like you’re going to be made fun of, or that they won’t believe you, or that they will side with the adult, or that will belittle you and tell you it’s not a big deal. If you tell someone you trust, they won’t do all those things. Go with your guts. Tell, even if someone only threw nasty words at you or catcalled you (and I really hope you never went through anything heavier than that). In those cases there won’t be much that you can do, but telling someone will help.

What I can tell from your message, is that you (subconsciously or not) equate sex with generally being nasty and perverted. This will probably be unnecessary, but I’ll say it anyway: sex is not inherently gross or disgusting or creepy. If you feel that it is, then it means you’re not ready to enter a sexual relationship, and that’s perfectly fine and normal. I won’t tell you that that’s only because of your age, because some people never (or very rarely) show any interest in sex (it’s called asexuality and it falls under the LGBT+ spectrum). Whether you do end up growing to want sex or not doesn’t matter here. 

What matters is that now you clearly don’t want to see sex and anything to do with it in your fandom experience and that’s fine. Tumblr offers you ways to make your experience better and show you only the content you want to see. Block any nsfw tag. Don’t follow blogs whose description clearly states that they post nsfw (like mine). Tumblr is a big and scary place if you just take everything it throws at you (be it ship hate, nsfw stuff, etc). The thing with it is that it can’t cater to everyone’s tastes, so you have to be active about blocking the stuff that YOU don’t want to see. Other 14-going-on-15 year olds might be okay seeing nsfw fanart and posts and that will be their Tumblr experience, but you should definitely take measures to protect yourself from what you don’t want to see. 

Now, the thing about Otayuri is that no matter how you twist it, it’s not illegal to ship it, even in a sexual way. You should definitely read this post about it, because the thing is, as much as we can project our feelings and real-world stuff into anime characters, they’re not real. 

I assure you that if Yuri on Ice was a flesh and bone show things would be different. I don’t really watch any current TV shows with teens in them so I can’t speak for what other fandoms do with their ship, whether they’re sexualized or not. I can only speak for this silly and amazing anime that’s been consuming my life for the past seven months or so.

Anime and cartoon characters are a safe way to explore things about real life. Whether it be sex or depression or anxiety or simply falling in love, we can all identify with an anime character and see our flaws, our fears and our history in them.

The thing you have to remember is that we (I’m speaking for the slightly older part of the fandom since I’m in my twenties) have been Yuri’s age. We’ve very likely had crushes on boys or girls that were a bit younger, our age or slightly older (like Otabek is). So I think for most of us, shipping Otayuri is a way to remember what it feels like to be a teen and be in love/have a huge crush. We will never be that age again, and maybe there’s things we regret not doing, crushes we wish we had confessed. By shipping Otayuri in an active way (meaning: drawing fanart or writing fanfiction) we can explore things we experienced as teens (or wish we had) and pour a little bit of ourselves in Yuri’s (or Otabek’s) character. 

Those things might involve anything from simple fluff or rough sex, because, accept it or not, some people at 15 or 16 were (are) having sex of all kinds. Sweet, loving, rough, vanilla, kinky, you-name-it sex. So not to explore that aspect in a healthy way (through fics or fanart) would be lying about what reality is, it would be denying that we ever thought about or had sex at that age.

Much like with blocking tumblr content, you can choose what kinds of fanfiction you read. Only read General and Teen and Up tagged things, read about fluff and about falling in love in a sweet innocent way. Read anything tagged “Ace!Yuri” (it means asexual, the thing I was telling you about before). 

But please understand this: when we sexualize Yuri, we’re mostly sexualizing our (often past) selves. Not other teens, not other real-life people. Yuri doesn’t exist in real life, and many of us see bits and pieces of ourselves in him. When we write about him we really write about ourselves, be it because we want to see how we (maybe a little sassier and bitchier version of us) would have confessed a crush to our best friend, or would have handled the aftermath of having just shoved our gloved fingers in said best friend’s mouth in front of thousands of people. Fanfiction is a study about versions of ourselves that never existed, but might as well have.

Another thing I need to make clear: Otabek is not an adult. I assure you that the morning of your 18th birthday you won’t feel like an adult. You’ll feel like the you from yesterday and it will be anticlimactic af, you’ll be like “That’s it?” and yeah, it will be it. Just because the law in some country or state says that 18 is the age of consent (which is set to 16 or 14 years old in many other countries) it doesn’t mean that you’re automatically an adult at that age. You can be 18 and have had sex since you were 14. You can be 18 and completely uninterested in sex. You can be 18 and have a 15 year old mental age, or you can be 16 and be mentally more mature than some 20 year olds.

What canon has shown us, is that Yuri and Otabek are much closer to each other’s mental age than the 2 years + a few months difference they share. I encourage you to find posts about why there’s no power imbalance between Yuri and Otabek, because they compete in the same sport and they have had similar experiences in life.

In conclusion, if you feel irked about nsfw fanart and fanfics and discussions when it comes to this particular ship, please don’t read it/watch it. But what I can assure you is that none of us are trying to sexualize you or your peers. When we sexualize pixels on a screen we don’t see those pixels as a flesh and bone version of a human, we only see an idealized character whose age we are or have been and whose personality and experiences we want to safely explore.

Also really important: when we write/draw NSFW, we don’t write/draw it for teens to read. I repeat: WE DON’T CREATE NSFW CONTENT FOR TEENS. We’re not your parents or guardians, we write NSFW for whoever feels like they can handle seeing nsfw content. If you’re a teen that goes on the nsfw tag and then complains about it (I’m not saying that’s what you did here, I’m speaking generally), it’s only your fault for going in a tag that you weren’t comfortable to begin with.


  • Speak up if you feel sexualized IRL in a way you don’t like;
  • Learn how to use tumblr safely, block tags, understand that tumblr doesn’t do those things for you. Make your fandom experience exactly the one you want to see;
  • Don’t trust adults who tell you this ship is somehow illegal: it’s not;
  • Understand what’s behind fiction and fanfiction as a way we have to explore real life things (often too personal to write about as ourselves, so we project those things in characters we like);
  • Understand that adulthood is not something that happens from one day to another;
  • Learn to discern what content is meant to be consumed by a teen and what content isn’t;
  • Be safe.

I Got You On My Mind [Part 4]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: After your memory loss, adjusting back to normal life has been difficult. Luckily, Jungkook is always there for you. Still, something seems off about him, and you just can’t understand why.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by jungxook

“Oh yeah, I’m being discharged tomorrow,” you told Jungkook, who was pushing your wheelchair through the hospital. He insisted that you needed a change of scenery. “My parents are going to pick me up and drive me back to my apartment.”

“I-I guess it’s too early for the ‘meet the parents’ thing, right?” Jungkook stammered, uncharacteristically nervous. “Unless you want me to. Like, I don’t mind if–”

“Chill, Jungkook,” you laughed, cutting his off his rambling. “I think they’re more worried about my brain damage than any soulmate business.”

“The doctors said you’ll recover your memories though, right?” Jungkook asked, worry lining his words. “Your memory loss won’t be permanent or recurring?”

“They said my memories will come back slowly,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. “But most of the time, the memories will have to be triggered by something. They also told me I might have short-term memory issues for the next little while.”

“That seriously sucks,” Jungkook said. “If you need any help with anything, just let me know. I don’t really know how I’d be useful, but don’t hesitate.”

“We’re not in the same department,” you snorted, turning to peer up at your soulmate who was both familiar and foreign in this instant. “This is gonna make school so difficult. I’ve forgotten nearly three months worth of content!”

“Maybe take the semester off?” Jungkook suggested. “Amnesia is a pretty valid reason. Have you talked at all to the university?”

“No,” you groaned, sinking into the wheelchair. “I don’t want to think about responsibilities right now. Just marvelling in the fact I’m still alive and kicking.”

A silence fell between you and Jungkook as he pushed you through a more crowded area of the hospital. You noticed a few younger visitors visibly gape at Jungkook, then glare at you jealously as you rolled by.

You agreed with them–how was Jungkook so damn good-looking? You hit the soulmate jackpot, for sure. Still, even if he looked different, you didn’t doubt that you would like him just the same.

“You know, it’s pretty crazy,” you blurted out unthinkingly. “I’ve been talking to you my entire life, and I always thought meeting you would feel like meeting an old friend. But honestly, you’re a total mystery to me right now. Maybe it’s because of the memory loss, or maybe other people feel this way, too.”

“No, I know what you mean,” Jungkook responded quietly, trying to figure out how to express his thoughts properly. “It’s just…we have an idea of who our soulmate is in our heads. When they’re not exactly that person, it’s kind of confusing.”

“And I’m sure there’s a lot of stuff we still don’t know about each other,” you agreed. “Honestly, I tried to make myself seem a lot better than I am.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jungkook laughed, though it sounded a bit off. You brushed it off as embarrassment. “Didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You turned your head and looked up into Jungkook’s eyes. “You couldn’t have disappointed me Jungkook, really. I’m just happy to finally meet you,” you replied, giving him a small smile. “And it’s kinda paradoxical, isn’t it? Disliking your own soulmate. Weren’t we, like, made to like each other?”

“I guess,” Jungkook said, staring ahead unwaveringly. He pushed you down another hallway, which led to the cafeteria. You only knew because of the wafting smell of hearty food was growing stronger by the second. “But nothing’s ever that simple.”

“Don’t I know it,” you sighed, laughing a little in spite of yourself. You turned the corner into the bustling cafeteria, the noise of the crowds deafening compared to the near-silent, depressing halls of the hospital.

“Want to grab something to eat?” Jungkook asked, the heaviness of your conversation vanishing before you could even blink. “I was going to grab something for myself, too.”

“Sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you agreed. Out of habit, you reached down to pat your pockets for your wallet. “Oh shit, I don’t have any money on me. Don’t worry about it, then.”

“It’s cool, it’ll be my treat,” Jungkook said. When you turned to look at him, he was giving you a lopsided smile.

“Then, is this our first date?” you asked cheekily, delighting in the way Jungkook’s cheek burned. You never expected that a guy like Jungkook, with this terrible fuckboy persona, would be so easily flustered.

“If you want it to be, sure,” Jungkook answered, coughing into his hand awkwardly. You just laughed, and Jungkook pushed you forward wordlessly.

Life at home after getting discharged made staying in the hospital seem like an amusement park. After being sentenced to bedrest by your parents–and having Jieun enforce it with an iron fist–you spent your days bored out of your mind.

In only one week, you had binge-watched three shows, reread all of your course notes (and they didn’t help you remember anything), and read more manga that you had ever read before in your entire life.

You were positively itching to get outside and do something, but what bothered you the most was that you hadn’t talked to Jungkook since your “first date.” When you had gotten home, you jumped to charge your dead phone, which miraculously hadn’t been destroyed in the accident. But when the device finally charged, you soon realized that you had no way of contacting Jungkook.

For some reason, his phone number wasn’t saved in your contacts. Even though Jungkook had said you had met before, apparently you hadn’t exchanged numbers. That seemed very strange to you.

When you asked Jieun about it, she just shrugged the question off. She said your situation was a bit complicated, but that she’d have to leave it up to you and Jungkook. But Jieun did say that she would mention it to him when she saw him at school next.

Sighing, you reached for your phone beside you. It was still early in the morning. Time had lost all meaning to you, since you spent every moment of the day trapped in your apartment. A bit bitterly, you watched your friends’ Snapchat stories and longed to return to normal daily life.

Suddenly, your phone began buzzing. You dropped it in surprise, and it landed on your nose. The impact stung, and you cursed, reaching clumsily for the phone. You saw an unflattering picture of Jieun illuminate the screen. Eventually, you were able to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, rubbing your hand against your sore nose.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking stupid!” Jieun practically screamed. Wincing, you held your phone away from your ear. “I know you shouldn’t be moving around, but I need you to come to the university right now. I’m working on a group project that’s due in two hours and a bunch of our files got corrupted. I have some stuff backed up on my laptop, which I left at home like an idiot!”

“Don’t worry, I can bring it to you,” you reassured quickly. “I won’t fall into traffic on the way there. It’s like a ten minute walk, so don’t worry.”

“Just don’t strain yourself, okay?” Jieun ordered, the panic still evident in her voice. “Don’t go to quickly and look both ways!”

“Hey, only I can make fun of myself,” you quipped, pulling yourself out from underneath the covers. “I’ll be over soon, I just need to get dressed.”

“Okay, see you soon. Thank you so much, Y/N,” Jieun said, and the both of you said your goodbyes before you disconnected the call.

You glanced down at your pyjama bottoms and at the thick cast over your right leg. Changing pants would be a battle for another day. Unsteadily, you stood up and balanced your weight on your unbroken leg. You reached for the crutches leaning against the wall beside you and tucked them underneath your arms.

As quickly as you could (which was not very quick), you had thrown on a clean shirt and a jacket. Your hair was a mess, so you shoved on a beanie to disguise the tangled frizz. With Jieun’s securely laptop in your backpack, you began the trek to school. Suddenly, the journey seemed incredibly long.

When you finally arrived on campus, you were panting lightly and sweating. You made your way into the music building, relatively unfamiliar with its layout. You detached yourself from one of your crutches and reached into your pocket for your phone. Quickly you sent Jieun a text letting you know you were here.

There were a few benches in the foyer, so once you hobbled over to them, you set your bag down lightly and placed your crutches against the benches. Flopping down, you discreetly tried to massage your sore armpits.

But you were glad to finally be out of the apartment. The fresh air made you feel infinitely better.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called. Your head whipped around in the direction of the voice. Jungkook a few meters away from you, looking as dark and intimidating as ever. His wide-eyed expression kind of ruined the image though. “What are you doing here?”

“Jieun forgot her laptop at home,” you replied, pointing to the backpack at your feet, as Jungkook made his way toward you.

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” he questioned, stopping when he was standing in front of you. You craned your neck to at him properly. “Is it okay for you to be walking around so soon?”

“Please, don’t get started on that,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “My parents and Jieun are unbearable. I’ve been lying in bed doing nothing all week.”

“You know, that honestly sounds like heaven,” Jungkook joked. “I’m so swamped right now. I haven’t slept in days.”

You inspected Jungkook more closely. His eyes were ringed by purplish dark circles, but they were hardly noticeable. How unfair–he always looked good.

“Hey, why haven’t you talked to me all week?” you asked suddenly, narrowing your eyes at Jungkook suspiciously.

“I was meaning to call or text or something, but I don’t have your number,” Jungkook answered sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. “Didn’t know how to ask for it, since you haven’t been around campus lately.”

“Why’s that, though?” you continued, glancing down at your feet. “I mean–you said we met before. Why didn’t we keep in contact?”

“W-well, we did meet, but it wasn’t a proper conversation,” Jungkook explained stutteringly. “It wasn’t under the most normal circumstances, but–”

“Y/N!” Jieun’s loud voice suddenly interrupted. She burst into the foyer, looking absolutely frazzled. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and you were pretty sure there were coffee stains on her shirt. “Thank god!”

Your friend ran over to you and practically dove for your backpack. She grabbed her laptop and hugged it tightly against her chest.

“Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I made you come all the way here,” Jieun cried, sounding frantic still. “Are you okay? Sore anywhere? Go home right away, okay? You need to rest. And please don’t tell your parents!”

“Oh my god, I’m fine Jieun,” you whined. “I think I can handle walking for, like, two minutes.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen!” Jieun insisted, stomping her foot childishly. “We’re speeding up the recovery process by being extra careful!”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Go work on your project and try not to fail.”

“I will,” Jieun replied. “I’ll bring dinner on my way home.” She turned, only spotting Jungkook for the first time. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned slightly. “Jungkook.”

“Jieun,” he replied, just as shortly.

You looked between the two of them, wondering why there was so much tension. It looked like they were having a silent conversation, and you hated not knowing what was going on. You had the suspicion they were hiding something from you–but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what, exactly.

Eventually, Jieun just nodded and strode away, leaving Jungkook with a tight expression. Visibly, you could see Jungkook try to shake away the tension, his jaw unclenching. When he turned back to you, his features were schooled.

“Give me your phone,” Jungkook said, reaching out his hand and smiling softly. “I’ll add my number.”

- Girl in Luv

Okay, so this one was a bit filler-y. Originally I had planned to make this one angsty too, but I figured you guys could use the respite. Also, it would have been like 4k words and it’s like 2:30AM and this girl needs to sleep. Anyway, stay tuned!! Thanks as always for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed. Your replies and reblogs/tags are so cute I read them all 💛💛💛💛

“You’re pregnant and he cheats on you.” Pt 4.2 END

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4.1

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

(a/n): I am low-key depressed this series is coming to its end because so many of you enjoyed it and i’m thankful for that. I am also so sorry I got busy and i am very stressed because of school

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Jihae was, to say, a very bipolar kid but he couldn’t make you any happier than you already were. He reminded you of his father a lot and it brought back the good memories but it also brought in the bad memory of the night of truth, which you decided to throw in the back of you memory because you loved him and you weren’t going to let it get in the way of that. You didn’t want him too meet Yoongi, yet, you were still very unsure, even after 5 years of being separated. Avoiding all that came to big waste though when you realized Yoongi was the one who helped with your groceries and

Yoongi was the one who looked as if he was ill at the very moment when Jihae screamed out for you in joy.

Mommy returned Uncle Hobi…!

 There was no mistaking it. From the crease in his eyes when he had that gummy smile, The dark brown hair and, chocolate brown eyes, he knew, that was his kid and it made the guilt pool into his stomach. The kid he could have been there to help raise but screwed it up when he made the decision to have meet-ups with Jennie. There was no excuse for what he did. He couldn’t say he didn’t regret it because he was a complete dick towards you and he lost not only one but two things he valued. It made him think what kind of mindset he was in when he did those things that he should have only been doing to you. What made it worse was when he found out Jennie did it to fuck with you. When he had found out that she did that once before to screw your relationships up.

Now he stood before both you and his son. He couldn’t even think straight seeing the kid

“Momma the man looks like me…!”


He noted his name. It clicked that you enjoyed the name a lot. The thought made him smile. He snapped out of the thought when the small kid made his way up to him. He glanced at you seeing you had looked anxious.

“Thank you for helping Momma..!”

He smiled and crouched down to be eye level with him. “Of course…”

Jihae held his hand out smiling. “Im Min Jihae…!

Min Jihae. He faltered a bit then looked back up to you again seeing you were staring directly at him now. Once you noticed he was looking at you, you looked away from him biting your lip. He looked back at Jihae holding his hand out.“Well I am Min Yoongi..”He laughed when Jihaes expression lit up.“We look alike and have the same last name…!” Jihae wrapped his small fingers around his hand and shook it. “It’s nice to meet you..!”He smiled noticing how he had your personality.

“I think it’s time we go inside Jihae….”

Hoseok left your side holding his hand out to him. Jihae crossed his arms and pouted.

“But I don’t wanna….! I wanna stay with Yoongi…!”

“We can talk to him again..”

You sighed a bit, smiling slightly at Jihae.”


“I have never broken a promise with you before…”

“Thank you…!”

You nodded and puffed out your cheeks. “Why don’t you head inside with Hobi..?”

Jihae nodded and waved at Yoongi before running inside, Hoseok following behind.

“(Y/N)…” He stood up taking in the sight of you again.He finds you staring where Hobi and Jihae had went through the door.

“We have alot to talk about… If that is fine with you…”

You looked towards him and nodded. “Of course i’m busy right now… So we can talk leater…” You took something and scribbled something on a sheet of paper before handing it to him.

“I will text you the details… I will see you then…” You quickly walked back inside before anything else was said. He watched you before looking down at the number and texting it.

???[2:36PM]: Hey.

He stared at it for a bit before clicking his phone off and glancing at the complex one more time before walking off. He waited for the text from you and found himself constantly checking his phone. He didn’t even realize what time it was until his phone buzzed.

(Y/N)[5:03PM]: Meet me at the cafe on the corner by the park we ran into at. 6 PM.

You sat there tapping your foot and staring down at your cup. You checked the time seeing it was 5 till 6. You thought of what you were going to say to him when he arrived. What would you say? You did just leave without really talking to him and it had been 5 years since. Millions of questions were running through your head. You were so lost in thought you didn’t even realize the chair in front of you had gotten occupied by no other then him. You were silent for a good couple seconds before gaining the confidence to speak.

“I know you have plenty of questions and things to tell me so go ahead and let it out… Now is the time and place to do so.”

He sucked in a breath and stared at you. He was trying to put the right words together.

“Im sorry…” He looked out the window. “I didn’t know what I was thinking… Though that was five years ago and I feel like you are still pissed…”

You shook your head at him.

“How could you not..? I didn’t take our relationship at the time seriously. Even went behind your back and didn’t regret it until I found out you left…”

You looked him in the eye and slid the cup over, leaning on the table. “I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Jennie. I was mad at you, both of you at the matter. But things change. I made a promise to myself, When I held Jihae in my arms.. I left because I needed time to myself with family.”

He sat up in his chair taking in your every word.

“It hurt me, Even more so scarred me knowing what you did. Especially because the day I found out was the day I was going to tell you, I was nervous but I knew you would take the new well.. But I found out what you had done … I told myself to leave, to escape and start new. So I did…”

You didn’t know when you started crying. Yoongi leaned over the table and patted your cheeks with a tissue. “Don’t cry because of me… You shouldn’t waste them over me, again…”

You took the tissue from him and hid your face.

“Is that why Jihae has Min in his name…?”

You shook your head.

“No… That is the other thing… Even after everything… One day I looked through all our pictures… All the happy ones.. And I knew I was still madly in love with you… I couldn’t find myself completely hiding Jihae away from you because I forgave you… I forgave you because of all the things you had done right then the ones you did wrong…”

He stared at you letting the words settle in his head before going to speak.

‘Are you… Fine with me being in his life again…?”

“I need time Yoongi.. This is all so sudden…”

He nodded, smiling a bit. “I understand… How about we just take this time to catch up on the past few years…. Do you have any questions for me…?”

You nodded. “There is just one question really… What happened with you and Jennie after I left? I ran into her The other day and she has changed… A lot..”

He stared at you. “We talked everything out and went separate paths. I guess she changed and I did too after I realized that I lost what I cared about most…”

You smiled a bit.”Now I guess we can catch up on the last 5 years…”

He gave you his gummy smile before starting to talk about everything he did. You did the same talking mostly about Jihae. You saw how intrigued he was with all the stories involving him.

You felt satisfied, You didn’t know how long you guys talked before realizing the cafe was shutting down and you were the only two left in there.

“I guess it has gotten pretty late hasn’t it…?

He looked around and stood up. “I guess that is a sign that we should call it a night, As much as I would love to talk more…”

“Actually I should give you this..”

You took a envelope out of your purse and held it out to him.”It is Jihae’s sixth birthday next week.. I think he would like to see you there.”

He smiled and nodded. “I will definitely be there”

“Then I will see you then.. Night Yoongi..” You smiled and waved at him before heading out to a taxi.

He looked down at the envelope, and opened it. Reading through all the details before putting it in his pocket and going home. Eager to look for gifts.

The week passed quickly, You and Jihae’s birthday was the only thing on your mind. You had Hoseok watch him so you could decorate for his party at a reserved place nearby. You didn’t ask for any help so it took a bit but soon people started showing up. You greeted them as they showed up waiting for Yoongi’s arrival. You smiled because Jihae had no idea that this was set up

You noticed Yoongi had shown up and was talking to Jungkook and Namjoon. You smiled and walked over to them.

“Nice of you guys to show up to this party even though there’s going to be mostly kids..~”

Namjoon smiled. “I would never miss this.. He is a cute kid..~ We all kind of promised him too..”

You smiled and nodded. “Im sure he will be very happy”

Jungkook scoffed. “Of course he will. I mean I am his favorite~”

Namjoon snickered. “Is that why he is with Hoseok twenty-four seven?”

“What..? No…!”

“Sure thing Jeon~” He started walking off, Jungkook following after him and arguing.

Yoongi chuckled and turned his attention to you. “You decorated this place pretty nice..”

“I did spend 3 hours on it..”

“I don’t understand why you didn’t want help though..”

“Because it was eight in the morning and we both know I’m stubborn when I’m tired.”

He laughed. “You’re right~”


You turned your attention to the door where Jihae had ran in with Hobi. Jihae looked around with fascination before his eyes landed on you and Yoongi and he ran over to you, jumping into your arms. “Thank you…!”

You laughed and held him. “You’re getting to heavy for me to hold in my arms anymore…!”

Jihae slid back down before hugging Yoongi also.

“You came too.. Thank you…!”

Yoongi patted his head and smiled. “Of course…~”

“Come play with me…!” Jihae started dragging him off where he had no choice but to smile. He looked back at you but you just waved. “Funny out of all these kids he chooses he wants an adult to play with..” Hoseok came by your side. “So I am guessing both of you are on good terms now..?”

“We talked it all out and everything…”

Hobi nodded and smiled. “That is good then right…?”

You laughed a bit. “I hope so…”

After about two hours of just watching Jihae follow Yoongi around and opening presents, you noticed Yoongi make his way up to you. “Can I speak to you, privately?”

You nodded. He was very serious and you were low-key scared. He pulled you into a corner and held you by the shoulders. “I can’t do this.

“You can’t do what?”

You scowled.

“You and me both know what I’m talking about.”

“Yoongi we can’t.”

“And why not?”

“Can we talk about this another time, please?”

“No. We are talking about it here and now.”

You shrugged his hands off your shoulders. “Yoongi-…”

“What are you going to do when he sees all the other kids with their dad’s and realize he doen’t have one? This is unavoidable.”

“It can wait for now…!”

“Please I am asking you now.. I want to be in his life.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and shook your head.

“Is it that bad that I am his father?”

You looked at him, feeling guilty because of the hurt look on his face. You didn’t even notice Jihae standing behind him until he spoke.

“You’re my dad…?”

A few people had looked over to see what was taking place. There was no hiding it now, It was out of the box. Yoongi was lookingat you with an apologetic look and Jihae stared at you, waiting for an answer. You nodded watching as Jihae smiled.

“Wait seriously..?!”

You nodded once more and couldn’t help the smile forming on your face.

“This is my favorite gift… Thank you…!”

He hugged Yoongi. “Please stay…!”

“Im not going anywhere…”

He picked him up smiling. Jihae wrapped his arms around his neck and clung onto him.

You noticed Jimin started clapping for the two of you. Jungkook came over and put his hand on your shoulder.

“If I didn’t know I would think this is some type of cliche romance drama…!”

You punched him in the shoulder.

After everyone had left the party you and Yoongi stayed and cleaned up the pace. The two of you didn’t get to your complex until almost midnight. Hoseok had taken Jihae to your home so he could sleep, which you were thankful for so you didn’t have to worry about it.

Hobi left after the two of you showed up so he could get in his own bed to sleep. You went to check on Jihae before walking out of the room and walking to the kitchen.

“Do you want something to drink…?”

“That would be nice…”

He smiled and sat down on the couch while you got both of you something to drink.

“I’m sorry about earlier by the way…” He stared at the back of you head. “I didn’t think he would follow…”

You turned towards him and shook your head. “Don’t stress it.. Im not mad.. I was just scared.. I don’t want to rush it…”

He nodded. “I just want to be involved in his life…” You handed him the cup before taking a seat beside him and turning on the TV. “I’m okay with that…”

“He watched you for a moment taking in your features.After the events of tonight he noticed that he was throwing himself in a pretty deep hole. He was lost in thought. Thinking that he would never have this chance again.

You noticed he was staring and tilted your head. “Why do you do that…”

He chuckled. “Do what…?”

“Just stare at me like that….”

He smiled playing with a strand of your hair. “I’m scared that the moment I let my guard down this is all just going to be a dream..”

“I promise you its not…”

Your gaze flickered across his face. You didn’t even know what was happening until his lips were on yours. He pulled back and stared you in the eye. His breathing was a bit hectic. “I think I love you.. Still I never lost my love for you..” He buried his face in you neck and you squeaked. “Yoongi..! Don’t do this while Jihae is asleep..!”

“You are tourturing me.. I can’t help it..


You pushed Yoongi back a bit and stared at Jihae.

“Daddy is attacking Momma…!” Jihae started throwing his little hands at Yoongis leg, making you laugh. “No I wasn’t attacking her…!”

“Then what were you doing…?”

“I was showing her… Affection..!”

Jihae tilted his head. “Oh…”

“Why don’t you go back to sleep?” Yoongi smiled and picked him up”

“I can try..”

“What if you slept with me?” You watched the two, smiling. “With momma too?”

You nodded. “Sure~ We can all cuddle and get warm.. And in the morning we can go get some breakfast… Sound good?”

Jihae nodded and you all headed off to you bedroom where you layed on the bed, Jihae right in the middle of you and Yoongi. Jihae cuddled close to you and you stared at Yoongi smiling. Everything was perfect how it was and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

You only stared at Yoongi as he fell asleep. Comparing both him and Jihae to one another and thinking about everything Yoongi has said and did today. It made you feel giddy and you mumbled three words before you, too, fell asleep.

I love you too…

Yay final chapter and this series is finally over. Can you hear me crying :,)

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by reddit user OtistheWriter

I hate thunderstorms in the Midwest, mainly because they bring with them a threat of real danger. In southern Nebraska we’ve been known to have tornados somewhat regularly, ugly black funnels that drop from the sky and ruin your life. 

That is, if you lived in my neighbors house in 1997, when I was a teenager. I’m referring to a family of three just several homes down. Family friends and caretakers of our corgi while we were on vacation, they helped our street feel like home. Then the storm came and everything changed.

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black paladin!lance: from a meta standpoint

oh god it’s one am, and i’m writing an essay on lance. wow. fucking hell man gg this is what your life has become kyasuu

Alright, let’s get started.

I’ve read a lot of posts about Lance becoming the Black Paladin from a canon perspective–his personality, and it would work better if he were the Black Paladin. And these posts are really, really good (I’m talking specifically about @ironinkpen‘s post on it, go read it haha.)

However, I haven’t seen that much on it from a more meta standpoint (it was actually touched upon briefly in ironinkpen’s post, but I haven’t seen one in depth about it) so I’m writing an essay. Before I start I’d like to thank @royalspaghetti​ for being my rubber duck and letting me talk about all of it and get my thoughts together. (Kinda, this is gonna be a fucking mess)

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Little Mix's 12 Best Live Covers: Watch These Powerful Takes on Beyonce, Rihanna & More
We've compiled the best cover songs done by Little Mix. Watch videos of their spin on tracks from Beyonce, Rihanna, TLC and more.

As Billboard celebrates its annual Girl Group Week, we’ve got Fifth Harmony on our cover, but that doesn’t mean we’ve forgotten the U.K.’s beloved quartet, Little Mix.

Back in 2011, the band came together on The X-Factor, so killer covers and fresh, new renditions of pop classics have always been in their wheelhouse. Six years later, we join Jesy Nelson, Leigh-Anne Pinnock, Jade Thirlwall and Perrie Edwards for a video history of their best cover songs.

1. Fergie - “Big Girls Don’t Cry” (2011)

The Little Mix ladies first auditioned for the U.K.’s X-Factor individually. Former judge Kelly Rowland suggested they be placed into a girl group, and the band we know today – then called Rhythmix – was born. This was their first performance together. Consider it iconic and ironic, as their rendition of Fergie’s 2003 single not only made them tear up by the by the end of the song, but even made Jessie J quite emotional. “I’m slightly in love with them,” she said.

2. En Vogue - “Don’t Let Go” (2011)

The girls have mentioned that their take on En Vogue’s “Don’t Let Go” was the turning point of their X-Factor journey to stardom. “That was the moment when people looked at us and thought, ‘Wait a moment. These girls actually stand a chance,‘” Edwards recalled. Little Mix delivered a powerful and vocal-dominated rendition of the ‘90s hit, inspiring some to think they really could become the next big girl group.

3. Beyoncé - “End of Time” (2012)

Months after taking the crown as X-Factor’s season eight winners, the quartet opened up its own official YouTube channel with one of Beyoncé’s singles, 2012’s “End of Time.” Without instruments accompanying them but their own vocals and snaps, Little Mix gave a cover that would sure make Queen Bey, herself, proud. (Peep Leigh-Anne and Jade at 1:30 killing it with their harmony.)

4. Fun. - “We Are Young” (2012)

Racking almost 11 million views and counting, the acoustic cover of Fun.’s “We Are Young” justifies Little Mix’s vocal abilities and talents. After covering female artists or pop songs frequently in the past, this was one of the first times Little Mix took an indie pop/rock track and made it their own. Compared to Nate Ruess’ vocals, Little Mix gives this catchy tune a youthful and innocent feel; check that breakdown at the 3:15 mark. The group performed this cover again on SiriusXM months after Perrie had her tonsils taken out.

5. Lauryn Hill - “Doo-Wop”/Lumidee - “Never Leave You” Mash-Up (2012)

“Remember when cats used to harmonize like…” Well, the British babes are the cats that brought it back. Mashing it up with Lumidee’s 2003 summer hit “Never Leave You,” Little Mix throws it back to the bops of the old days. This mash-up also showcases Jesy’s skills in beatboxing, giving an extra dose of nostalgia to the ears. (Watch the 1:09 mark!) “Their voices harmonize together like slicing butter with a hot knife. Holy god,” as how the top YouTube comment would say.

6. Mumford & Sons - “I Will Wait” (2012)


As Little Mix has proven that they can switch from genre to genre, the group turned down the tempo of this Mumford & Sons hit to a ballad listeners could cry along to, in the most elegant way possible. Accompanied by a small orchestra, piano and guitar, “I Will Wait” becomes a heartfelt and sad love song the brokenhearted can listen to for days.

7. “Holy Grail”/“Counting Stars”/“Smells Like Teen Spirit” (2013)


From rap to pop/rock to grunge, the ladies became Justin Timberlake, JAY-Z, OneRepublic’s Ryan Tedder and Nirvana’s Kurt Cobain all in a matter of four minutes and six seconds. In a mash-up medley they performed at BBC Radio 1’s Live Lounge, the group starts off with “Counting Stars” into “Holy Grail,” then finally transitions to “Smells Like Teen Spirit” with hints of “Counting” in between.

8. Katy Perry - “Dark Horse” (2014) 


Though this wasn’t the first time Little Mix performed a Katy Perry hit, it sure became one of the first covers to flash their mature side. Performed during their Salute Tour, the gals busted out in synchronized harmony and choreography, giving the original Aphrodite a run for her money… or throne.

9. TLC - “No Scrubs” (2015)


One of their musical favorites when it comes to female empowerment, Little Mix embraced its inner T-Boz, Left Eye and Chilli for an a capella of the all-time classic. However, this short a capella rendition wasn’t the first time the girls performed “No Scrubs.” Just like “Dark Horse,” Little Mix has performed a longer version of this cover (with choreography!) – but on the DNA Tour back in 2013.

10. Destiny’s Child - “Bills, Bills, Bills” (2015)


What was meant to be for Z100 and Elvis Duran’s “Pay My Bills” promo turned out to be one of the coolest and shortest covers Little Mix has done. And it left me wanting more. Jesy with the beatboxing while the girls come through with the harmony, 17 seconds is a total cliff-hanger that makes you want to hear more! Nonetheless, it is a cover that gives the Destiny’s Child classic justice and makes their X-Factor judge Kelly Rowland proud.

11. Jason Derulo - “Want to Want Me”/Whitney Houston - “Dance With Somebody” Mash-Up (2015)


Let’s be real. Nothing beats a whole choir when you’re turning two catchy pop/dance songs into a gospel mash-up. As each member took turns crooning the first verse of “Want to Want Me,” the cover gradually takes it to church when the choir joins in for the chorus and smoothly transitions into Whitney Houston’s “Dance With Somebody” (with hints of Natalie La Rose’s revival, “Somebody,” towards the end). It was after seeing this cover that Jason Derulo collaborated with the group for their famous ballad, and LGBTQ anthem, “Secret Love Song.”

12. Rihanna - “Love on the Brain” (2017)


Considering the last time the ladies performed doo-wop-inspired tracks was during their Get Weird days (“Love Me Like You” and “The End”), it was refreshing to hear the quartet come together and tackle Rihanna’s ANTI single. Jesy, Jade, Perrie and Leigh-Anne perfectly showcased their vocal abilities (individually and as a group) with their sultry rendition filled with runs and harmonies. Knowing that the bad gal is one of their fashion icons, all four made sure to come clutch for their cover by serving some looks. Trust. This cover will make you say “YAAAS QUEEN!” just like Perrie did at the end. Again, prepare to be slayed.

BONUS: Ed Sheeran covers Little Mix’s “Touch”


Though this is obviously not Little Mix, let’s shout out Ed Sheeran showing some love. As he covered the dancehall-inspired pop song during his “Shape of You” promotions, he mentioned that the hit single was originally for the British girl group. Now, with that thought in mind, one can only imagine how Little Mix’s cover of “Shape of You” would sound like (if you’re reading this, Little Mix, nudge nudge).

If that wasn’t enough for you, check out this playlist YouTube user Allison Hernandez made that mixes 30 of the many acoustic performances and a capella covers they’ve done!

“The Wrong One” (M)


Member: Chanyeol from EXO (ft. Baekhyun and Sehun)

Genre: Smut (M), A little bit of angst and fluff

Request: Chanyeol is in love with his best friend’s little sister but she’s taken.

“Sehun I think that’s enough with the tequila shots” you said as he was well off his 6th shot of the night. “look, Sehun you’re the one that dragged me, Chanyeol and Baek to this frat party so we’re not the ones who are going to drag your half dead body back home ok?” he scoffed and ignored you as he took another shot. “Can’t you just let loose for once?” he rolled his eyes as he walked upstairs.

“Hey where’s your boyfriend?” Chanyeol wrapped his arm around your waist and laughed. “Erasing his brain cells what else?” you rolled your eyes. “You know I always wondered why you started dating Sehun…..I mean he is mine and Baek’s best friend but……. You did always know he was the biggest fuckboy in our school” he raised his eyebrow at you.

“I did but I also know he’s more than that Chanyeol” you kicked his arm off your waist. You walked off to the living room when you saw your brother, Baekhyun trying his luck on an older popular girl you’ve seen around your neighborhood before. You rolled your eyes and you felt your headache coming when you realized just how much you weren’t in the mood for this party tonight. Movies and Nutella in bed sounded so much better than drunk people who can’t keep it in their pants.

You decided to go upstairs and look in the dorm bathroom for some aspirin or something else that might help your headache although you knew you’d probably only find condoms in a boy’s frat college dorm but might as well try? You walked up to the bathroom door and you could hear moans coming from the inside. “Oh man there are 10 bedrooms in this place can’t they just go and fuck in one of those?” you whined as you lost every care you had and decided to go in anyways.

“LOOK I’M ONLY HERE TO LOOK FOR MEDS YOU CAN CONTINUE SINNING IN LIKE 5 SECONDS OK” you shouted as you covered your eyes and looked for the cabin above the sink but when you looked down at the floor you saw something familiar. Black ripped jeans and long skinny legs? Something seemed off. You removed your hand and your mouth instantly dropped, spreading a shocked look on your face. “Sehun……?” he looked back at you as he held some girl you didn’t know above his hips, legs wrapped around him and his mouth biting on her chest.  “Sorry?” he shrugged and continued doing what he was doing as if you weren’t standing right there beside him. You slammed the cabin shut and ran downstairs still shocked and tears threatening to drop on your cheeks.

“HEY HEY Y/N WHAT HAPPENED” Chanyeol grabbed you as you tried running away. He shot you a confused and worried look and his face softened more than usual. “Are you crying?” He cupped your cheek, looking concerned. “It’s…it’s…uh….I saw……I…its Sehun….” You mumbled through your words as you stared at the ground. “He didn’t go upstairs to pee did he” he said, his face stiffening again. “Come on, I’ll call Baekhyun and we can go back home” grabbing your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours.

You didn’t think you could handle your angry brother tonight too so you and Chanyeol kept your mouths shut for the rest of the ride home. Chanyeol was staying the night so he drove the three of you back home.

You were long into your movie and you nearly finished the Nutella jar when you heard a knock on your door. “Y/N……can I come in?” Chanyeol’s voice was deep and sweet.  You sighed and slammed your laptop shut as fast as you could and pretended to be asleep. You weren’t dealing with this now too. He came into your room and went out as soon as he saw your eyes closed, sighing sweetly.

Right after you were done watching your third movie you glanced at your phone. “3 am” you read on your screen thinking no one should be awake by now so you thought it would be safe to go get something to drink in the kitchen. You got up from your bed, wearing an oversized white t shirt that showed your cleavage a little more than Baek thought was appropriate and your favorite red Victoria secretes underwear that were only covered slightly by your shirt.

You liked the silence of the night. It was peaceful like nothing else in the world mattered. It made you calm. You opened the water bottle as you sighed and closed your eyes, breathing the cold night air from the open window. “Forget about him Y/N. He’s not worth it.” You whispered to yourself as you took another sip. “He isn’t.” you jumped at the sudden deep voice and spit some of the water you were drinking. It was Chanyeol. He was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed above his chest and an angry frown on his face. He was wearing that black tank top that showed his biceps and you would be lying if you said it didn’t made you feel some type of way.

“Why are you awake?” you shot him a look as you closed the bottle. “I can’t fall asleep” he said walking over to you. “Why are you awake?” he scoffed at you. “I’m watching a movie” you looked right into his eyes with a condescending look. “Dork. Staying up until 3 am watching movies with your Nutella jar” he mocked you letting a laugh out, his hands still wrapped above his chest standing a bit too close to you. “Yeah I can do whatever I want” you took one step closer to him, narrowing your eyes. “Anymore mocking you wanna do Park Chanyeol?” the room was silent and the only light coming in was from the street lamps outside. “Mocking? Why would I ever mock you….piggy tails girl? He laughed. “I WAS 5 OK? I TOLD BAEKHYUN NOT TO GET THAT STUPID ALBUM OUT” you raised your voice all frustrated. “Shhhhhh” he shushed you holding his mouth from laughing too hard. “You’re cute when you’re mad” he took another step closer to you, no space left between you anymore. “Can I join you?” he kept his gaze on your lips. “Come on slinky cheese it’s not like you have anything better to do” you grabbed his hand leading him to your room as he let out a giggle.

He jumped down on your bed as you crawled up under your blanket, sitting up and pressing play on a new movie. Ten minutes into it and Chanyeol was starting to get bored. He started sighing from time to time, playing with your hand dropping it on the blanket from different heights, blowing your hair in your face and humming. “CHANYEOL” you tried not to shout too loud. “CAN’T YOU STAY STILL FOR ONE SECOND?” you closed your eyes trying to keep your cool. “Not when you’re in the room” he winked at you. You rolled your eyes and shifted your look back on the screen. “Y/N?” he sat up and stared at you. “Yes?” you shot him a done look. “You know…I don’t think Baek would be too thrilled about you wearing that in bed with me” he flashed you with his white wicked smile. “Well, Baek doesn’t control me.” You smirked at him. “Don’t do that” his smile wiped completely off his face. “Do what?” you smirked again noticing his gaze shift down to your lips again. “That.” He looked up into your eyes, his eyes all dark and filled with a look you’ve never seen before. He looked hungry.

The only sound in your dark room was Chanyeol’s heavy warm breathing as you could feel it on the side of your neck. He grabbed your waist and pressed his fingers on your hip, pulling you slowly closer to his body. Keeping his gaze on your lips, you blacked out everything else that was going on in your life for a second. “I’m pretty sure Baek wouldn’t be too thrilled about this too” he whispered against your lips right before he pressed his wet lips on yours. He deepened the kiss as he pulled you even closer to him. Your lips moving in a perfect rhythm, it was passionate, wet and warm. He licked your bottom lip trying to get access past them. You lost your control over your body completely and let him take the lead. Breathlessly he worked his tongue on yours, making you moan in his mouth. He groaned and pulled away from the kiss. Breathing heavily on your lips, stare locked on your now red lips. He bit your bottom lip right before he slammed your laptop shut and dropped it on the floor.

“Wait my laptop….” You let out a breathless sentence between the touches. He cupped your cheeks, kissing your lips into oblivion. “I’ll buy you a new one.” he smirked right before he climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head. He traced a trail of kisses from your ear to your jawline, to your neck and finally reaching your lips again. He grabbed the seam of your shirt and pulled it above your head roughly. Revealing your breasts, he was sitting on top of your hips panting heavily staring at your body and taking his top off, throwing it across the room. He dived down your chest and sucked on one of your nipples, making you arch your back and running your fingers through his hair, grabbing it. “Easy baby girl…..I’ve only just started” he smirked against your other nipple. Taking it in his mouth and licking it, he bit it and closed his eyes as you felt his errection growing in his sweats.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and ran your point against his sides, making your way to the band of his pants, you slipped it between your toes and pulled them down his legs with your legs, moaning from Chanyeol’s actions on your breasts, tracing hickies all over your body. He stopped and looked up at you, letting your nipple slip out of his mouth. “Where did you learn that piggy tails girl?” he scoffed smirking. “Just fuck me already” you whined, arching your back. “As you wish.” 

He kept his stare at you, licking his tongue around your nipple one last time before pulling your damp underwear past your legs. He reached his rough fingers on your burning core, smirking. He stretched out to your ear, kissing it slightly. “You’re so wet and it’s all for me” you felt his mouth corners curve again your ear. He pressed his thumb against your clit and rubbed rough circles around it as he inserted 2 fingers into you. Pumping back and forth in the rhythm of your moans. “Shhh baby girl we don’t wanna wake Baek up, now do we?” he entered your mouth with his warm tongue. Working synchronized circles with your clit and tongue. You felt a heat go through your body and reach your lower stomach. You were so close.

He removed his hands off you completely and you looked at him with a confused expression all over your face. He lifted your legs up and settled them on his shoulders, grabbing tightly at your thighs. You arched your back again as you felt the touch of his wet tongue against your heat. He worked against your clit, sucking on your juices. You covered your mouth and moaned into your hand to keep yourself from screaming Chanyeol’s name across your entire house. He bit slightly on your clit and kissed it right before you finally came. You rode off your orgasm as Chanyeol didn’t waste any time with his lips off your body. Moving from your pussy to the side of your thigh, he left his marks all over it, sucking as hard as you screamed earlier. 

Your fingers through his hair, he got up and took off his tight black boxers, revealing his long hard cock. He looked as thirsty for you as you did for him. Rubbing his shaft against your opening, he grabbed the sides of your hips and the moonlight from outside the window reflected off his tanned biceps as he stared at your eyes, inches from your lips. “I hate you” you let out breathlessly against his lips. “I know” he smirked against yours and without any other warning he entered you. You moaned loudly and he shut you up with a kiss. He began to thrust hard and rough as he pressed his fingers on your hips, grabbing for dear life. He moved your hips against his cock, moving it slowly and deep at first but increasing his speed with every moan of his name. He dropped his head at the crook of your neck and groaned as he felt his peak reaching his body. Slowly moving his lips to yours he finally felt your walls clench around him and he came, growling the word “fuck” against your shuddering body. 

He stayed hovering above you for a bit, looking into your eyes before rolling off of you and to the other side of the bed. You both laid there panting hard and staring at the ceiling. He pulled you by your waist towards him and you threw your leg between his and kissed his neck. “So I may have a little crush on my best friend’s little sister” he mumbled smiling right before you fell asleep on him.

anonymous asked:

Is this accurate? I'm sorry, I don't really know how to read ratings correctly, but did they at some point go below 1 million? programminginsider(.)com/network/updated-wednesday-ratings-abc-cbs-top-night/?platform=hootsuite

If only you could hear me laughing right now. I was waiting for the half-hour breakdown to come out and hoping this would be the case. 

When the show started at 9:00pm 1.10 million people were tuned in and watching The Flop.

By the time 9:30pm rolled around 137,000 people had said “Fuck this dude” and changed the channel on a Bellini heavy episode bringing the total number of people who made it to the halfway point of the episode only 963,000. 

When you average the two is when you get the 1.03 total ratings for the entire episode, but in reality they ended the episode with significantly less than a million viewers and I don’t recall that ever happening before. 

'Outlander' EP on Jamie and Geneva's sex scene — and casting a certain young character
Nice use of a Bob Dylan song, too

The Outlander writers had a lot to accomplish in penning “Of Lost Things,” the fourth episode of season 3 that introduces — and immediately says goodbye to — several pivotal characters from Voyager, the third book from Diana Gabaldon’s series on which this season is based. There was Isobel Dunsany, the woman who falls hard for Lord John Grey, a closeted gay soldier; Lord Ellesmere, a rich elderly man who seeks a young bride; and Geneva Dunsany, the young lass who’s forced to marry him. But none are nearly as intriguing as Willie, the cute consequence of Jamie agreeing to take Geneva’s virginity in exchange for keeping his identity secret from her Jacobite-loathing mom.

Executive producer Matthew B. Roberts talked to EW about the challenges in making the latest episode, along with how easy it was to cast Willie, and why they went with a contemporary tune to end the emotional episode.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Before we tackle the plot points, what served as Helwater in Scotland?
Matthew B. Roberts: Helwater is called Gosford House. It’s on the east coast south of Edinburgh. It’s just a big estate with a big beautiful manor house where we used the insides. Gosford was used as Helwater, and then we used the exterior of Hopetoun House [near Edinburgh] as Ellesmere’s Estate.

Have you run out of locations yet in Scotland?
Scotland has many amazing houses and castles and forests and moorlands. All of those things are great for us. We try to stay as close to the studio as possible. But as we’ve gone three seasons, we started to do what you would call ‘shooting it out.’ You know, we shot this area. We shot that area. We now are moving into our fourth season of shooting. We’re expanding the reach a little bit. It has to not look so much like Scotland anymore.

There was so much story to cover in this episode. Geneva is there…and then gone! So long, Lord Ellesmere! How challenging was it?
That’s normally the biggest challenge of doing any episode. We have to hit those high points. There are so many people who read the books and pick out moments that are special to ‘em. There are a lot of fans who love the smaller moments in the book and we can’t fit all those in and we know that. Even within the writers’ room, we could have five different favorite moments and we have to decide which one is going make it into the show. So, it’s not only the fans who do it, but the writers do it, as well. That’s usually the biggest challenge.

Did it take a long time to find 11-year-old Clark Butler, who played Willie?
Surprisingly it didn’t. He kind of jumped out at us during casting. And the way we cast now isn’t the way we cast, you know, even five years ago. Before, everybody would come in and read. Now much of it is done online. So, [the casting director] gathers them all up and then sends them. We can watch [auditions] on our iPhones if we wanted to. And we were all spread out all over; all over the place when we watched the casting. Clark jumped right out. We all agreed. And we don’t normally always agree.

Were you looking for a perfect resemblance to Jamie?
No. We cast the best person for the role. The best actor. That’s been true with almost every single person we’ve cast. Sam is not really like the way Jamie is described in the book and Claire isn’t described like Caitriona. But now they’re beloved. They’ve taken over what people imagine in the books. I think that’s a testimony to their acting and how they’ve really brought these characters to life. That’s the way we cast now.

“A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall” was such a gorgeous choice for the final montage.
It’s a Bob Dylan song. We were talking about actually getting the Bob Dylan version. And then he won the Nobel Prize so we were like, oh, we’ll never get that. And then we heard this band cover it and kind of fell in love with it. It really sang to us because of Jamie and Claire being separated. That’s why it won out. We very rarely use contemporary songs. In editing, we were trying to figure out the right moment to start it because we don’t do a lot of montages either. But that one really worked out.

You sure stepped up the sex between Jamie and Geneva.
With Jamie and Geneva, it’s definitely sex. It’s absolutely, purely sex. It’s certainly clinical for Jamie. But there is a lack of intimacy. He’s just doing it to get out of the predicament that he’s in. But we step up the intimacy between Jamie and Claire. It’s more about showing the smaller, intimate moments between the couple once they get back together. The lack of intimacy between Claire and Frank just helps to enhance the intimacy once Claire and Jamie get back together.

Want to get some scoop about the episode’s big kiss between Brianna and Roger? Click here.

And the discussion about episode 4 isn’t over yet! Tune in at noon ET on EW Radio, Sirius XM 105, to hear me and Amy Wilkinson interview Hannah James, who played Geneva.

Outlander airs Sundays at 8 p.m. ET on Starz.

The Art of Falling In Love (With a Stranger): Part 2

Real life

Finn Wolfhard x Reader

e/c: eye color

h/c: hair color

h/t: hair texture

y/f/n: your full name

“Finn?” You’re not even aware your feet are moving.

“H-hey, Y/n,” he says shakily, running a hand through his hair. “Fancy meeting you here…” God damn it, Finn, you knew she was going to be here, he curses himself. “I mean… good to see you again?” Again? You’ve never seen her before in your life!

You’re such a dork,” you sigh, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck before leaning back slightly to look him in the eyes. “You know, it’s great to be able to actually do that.”

“Y-yeah,” Finn agrees and then curses himself some more. He sounds like fricking Bill Denbrough right now!

“Well, Y/n, we’ll get back to you in about two days,” Matt declares as you turn around.

“I think it’s safe to say you’re hired,” Ross murmurs as he shows you and Finn out. The door closes shut behind the pair of you and Finn shoves his hands deep in his pockets.

“Do you want to… I don’t know, have lunch?” you suggest.

“Yeah, sure,” Finn agrees two seconds too late, too busy staring at you. Your camera really hadn’t done you justice. Your sparkling e/c eyes, your h/t h/c hair waving slightly in the wind… you’re fucking gorgeous.

“Something on my face?” you chuckle, rubbing at the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“No, no… it’s just… never mind,” Finn mumbles, flushing. “Shall we go, then?”

“We shall,” you giggle, taking his outstretched arm and maybe you’re laughing at his phrasing and maybe Finn doesn’t care. When you say, “Where to, good sir?” he knows you’re poking fun at him.

“What restaurant captures your fancy, madam?” Finn opens the door to the taxi he’d rented for the day and bows you inside.

“Hmm…” you muse, tapping your chin with your pointer finger while kicking your feet into Finn’s lap. “How about Noodles & Company?”

“Sounds great!”

Finn taps the driver’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, I heard,” the driver snaps, not amused by their antics.

You frown as Finn reels back, affronted. The driver pulls up the barrier so the pair of you can talk in peace.

“Can you believe…” you gesture between the pair of you.

Finn shakes his head. “I’m ninety percent sure I’m dreaming.”

“I’m two hundred percent sure I’m not, because if I was, I would be stuck inside either It or Stranger Things like a bad self-insert fic.” You shiver as if the thought disgusts you that much and elaborate at Finn’s questioning look, “It and Stranger Things are pretty much the only things I’m reading, writing, and watching right now so that’s leaking into my dreams and making some pretty awful plots. I know everything that’s going to happen!”

Finn laughs. “I bet the only reason you’ve been obsessed with those shows is because I was in them!” He waggles his eyebrows.

You snort. “You wish.”

“You wound me.” Finn clasps a hand to his chest.

The two of you banter playfully through lunch, bowling, and ice cream, until you tell Finn you have to leave.

“What?” He looks crushed and everything about him droops, completely forgetting about his half-finished chocolate cone. “But you were only here a day!”

“I know, but I don’t trust my parents to feed Larry and Owl,” you explain.


“My lizard and my dog. I don’t doubt for a second the cats will go hungry; my mom loves them. But half the time I’m not really sure they even know we have a dog, let alone a lizard.”

“Which one is which?”

“Larry the lizard and Owl the dog.”

“You named your dog Owl?”


“You’re not supposed to answer that with a question, Y/n.”

“I’m pretty sure I was drunk when I named Owl, but it stuck, so…” You shrug.

“I can’t believe you have to go.” Finn pouts.

“Hey, if all goes to plan, I’ll be back soon enough to start reading lines!” you say cheerfully.

“Oh, you definitely got the part,” Finn reassures you and, taking a chance, laces his fingers with yours. You look at him, surprised, but don’t pull away.

“I’m sure the fact I have no experience did little good for me,” you fret.

“You still got the part, don’t worry,” Finn promises.

“You know what’s weird?” you say in the taxi.


“Now that I’ve auditioned, I don’t know if I want to get the part,” you confess. “I mean, I love Stranger Things. I love watching Stranger Things. If we know everything that happens in a scene when we film it it probably won’t be as exciting watching it.”

“Trust me, watching the final product is always amazing,” Finn reassures you, squeezing your hand. “You know everything that’s going to happen but the lighting and the music and the cuts where we didn’t burst out laughing… it’s different to watch than to act, even if it’s the same scene, you know?”

“I guess.” You squeeze his hand back.

Y/n: I can’t believe we only got a day together.

Finn: We’ll get longer when we’re filming. Sometimes the cast will take weekends off and take over an entire hallway of a hotel. If the filming crew and extras and lighting crew is there too we might even take up a whole floor!

Y/n: You know, I might not get the part

Finn: Nah, you will.

Finn: And if you don’t you can still come to the set to watch and come to the hotel crashes

Y/n: I can’t come to the set if I don’t make it! I wouldn’t be able to look the bros in the eye

Y/n: It would be so awkward

Finn: I’ll smuggle you in in a suitcase

Y/n: Oh yea bc i would totally fit

Finn: Well, yeah. you’re tiny.

Y/n: I’m not that short!

Finn: You really are.

Even if it was only for a day, Finn’s insanely grateful for the time he did have with you. You’re a full head shorter than him and smell like peppermint and lemon. Your hair feels like silk.

Just knowing that makes him feel a little less anxious, though why he would be, he doesn’t know.

At 2:42 a.m. Finn’s phone goes off. He reaches around blindly until he finds the vibrating object and then puts it to his ear. A loud squeal welcomes him into the world of the living.

“God damn!” Finn holds it away from his ear.

“Finn, I got the role!” you squeal, bouncing up and down (he can hear you).

“No way!” Finn exclaims. “I told you you would!”

“No, you don’t understand, I got both the Stranger Things and Broadway roles!”

“Holy shit! Really?”

“I can’t believe it!”

“I’m so happy for you! I told you you could do it!” Then Finn is reminded of a conversation he’d had with his mom: “Hey, Y/n?”


“So, you know, with both the Broadway and ST roles, you won’t be at home a lot, right?”

“So?” You sound ecstatic and Finn knows why: from what he’s heard of your parents, they’re not the best.

“So, no one’s going to be around to take care of Larry and Owl.”

You stop bouncing. “Holy shit, I can’t believe I forgot about that.” You sound so defeated Finn’s relieved to tell you the next part.

“So, I talked to my mom and she and Dad wouldn’t mind taking care of Owl and Larry.”

There’s a long pause and then: “You’re shitting me.” There’s no emotion in your tone. “Okay, this is too far. What the fuck is this, Finn? Donate-to-the-little-people-of-the-world-year?”


“Am I going to hear about this in the news tomorrow? ‘Young actors helping out less fortunate souls’? I can’t believe I thought you might actually—” you mutter something else but Finn can’t make it out.

“No, Y/n, I thought you would be glad,” Finn backtracks. “This is so you can do both Broadway and ST!”

“Okay, where are the drawbacks?” you snap. “Where do I start giving? This seems like I’m a charity case, Finn, and I’m not entirely sure you didn’t pick me at random to start giving and better your image.”

Finn’s speechless. All he’s done is helped you out and now you’re snapping in his face. “You don’t have to give anything to me! We’re friends, Y/n!”

“By chance! What are the odds you’d just see that comment and see that I want to be an actress?” you yell. “I can’t believe you had the wool over my eyes for so long! I’m just being made fun of right here! Why else would you hold my hand? Are there cameras in my room, Finn? Are you screenshotting our texts and posting them on Facebook? See, this is why I hate Hollywood. You all entertain yourselves at the cost of the little people’s feelings!”

There’s a click and you hang up. Finn’s still frozen.

Finn: Y/n?

Finn: Y/n please just talk to me

Finn: Y/n I’m begging you

Finn: I swear this isn’t a joke

Finn: I’m not making fun of you

This user has blocked you

Finn slumps against the wall, the tears coming faster and faster now as he types out one last mesage:

Finn: Y/n I’m in love with you

This user has blocked you

You hang up the phone, gasping for air as you sob harshly. You bend over at the waist because you can feel heartbreak inside you like a clawed hand, clamping over your heart with an iron fist. You can’t believe you were so stupid.

So stupid as to think luck would smile on you now.

So stupid as to think they weren’t making fun of you.

So stupid as to think someone might actually be interested in you.

If you can’t sleep tonight, sobbing into your pillow while saying ‘yes’ to both offers, well, no one will know.

Only you and Larry.

Finn: I know we’re only sixteen and we’ve only met each other twice but I’m so fucking in love with you it hurts

This user has blocked you

Finn: Y/n I miss you so much I don’t think you understand

This user has blocked you

Finn: Everything I see reminds me of you

This user has blocked you

Whenever Finn sees something funny, his first thought is Y/n would like this.

Finn was watching TV when an ad for Great Wolf Lodge came on. For obvious reasons, the remote is now broken.

You’ve got a boyfriend now, a boy shorter than Finn but taller than you. He’s got straight blond hair and blue eyes. He’s the opposite of Finn.

Finn used to think that when writers wrote about heartbreak they overexaggerated it for effect.

They didn’t.

Heartbreak is a living, breathing thing that’s nestled in his chest, wrapping its cold fingers around his lungs and squeezing, piercing them with its nails. It hurts and he can’t breathe and everything reminds Finn of Y/n.

“Did you ever make fun of her before?” his mom asked.

“No, not ever!”

Finn can’t say or do anything except stare at the picture of Y/n wearing her new boyfriend’s sweatshirt, her h/c hair rumpled underneath a baseball cap. She’s not smiling though, and her eyes look dull.

Finn selfishly hopes she misses him as much as he misses her.

“You met her once,” Millie tries to cajole him. She was the only one able to get the story out of Finn. “I don’t know why she thinks we’re making fun of her, do you?”

Then Caleb shoves his phone in Finn’s face. “Watch the video,” he instructs.

Finn watches the video.

“This is my best prank yet,” a boy says to the camera, his eyes dancing. “There’s this girl a year younger than me and I asked her to hoco and she said yes! I told her I’m going to pick her up tonight! Look at the loser!”

He turns the camera around and a girl is sitting on her front doorstep, shoulders hunched. Finn guesses it’s cold. The lights are on inside the house but not outside so he can’t see the girl’s face, only her outline, but he can vaguely see where this is going.

Then the boy’s face is in the camera again, but he’s not outside. People are shouting nearby and the lights are dim. He’s at the dance.

“Guys, she still came!” the boy exclaims excitedly. “I can’t believe how dumb she is!”

Then he’s in a crowded room as someone clambers onto a stage, yelling something about a Homecoming King and Queen.

The King is already standing on the stage, but then the announcer unmistakably shouts “Y/f/n!”

The music cuts off and everyone silent. A spotlight sweeps around the room, searching for you. Finally it finds you. You look stunning but also stunned.

“Y/f/n!” the announcer yells again. Finally someone pushes you forwards and you shakily clamber onto the stage, the stunned expression not wavering.

“Congratulations,” the announcer says busily. “If you’ll just stand right here…” He leads her close to the King but just far away enough so that whatever they’re going to do to you isn’t going to affect him.

Then a bucket of what looks like blood splatters onto you.

“Ha!” the boy crows. “Pig’s blood, bitch! You just got pranked!”

The video cuts off after that.

“I’d say that’s where her fear of getting made fun of stems from,” Caleb says.

Finn gets to his feet. “Don’t—ever—tell her you saw that, all right?”

“Dude—” Caleb starts but Finn cuts him off with a growl.

“All right?”

“All right, dude. I just searched her up on Google to find her Instagram account and this popped up.”

Finn walks off.

Things I Wish I Could Say To Finn:

  • I don’t know how but I think I’m in love with you

The day of the reading you walk in with a set jaw. Though you greet everyone with a smile, they all know it’s forced and something’s definitely off when you say nothing to Finn, who stares at you like a kicked puppy and misses half of his lines.

To no one’s surprise, he manages to corner you after the reading’s done and he’s assigned extra work.

“Y/n please talk to me,” he sighs, closing his eyes tiredly.

“You should get some sleep,” you say coldly.

“I’m not going to sleep until you talk to me,” he says defiantly even as you start to walk away.

“Fine, then!” You whirl around. “I’m talking to you! What do you want?”

“Y/n, I’m not making fun of you, I promise,” Finn sighs. “I saw the video on YouTube, all right?”

You freeze and stiffen.

“I get it now. I do. But please, what have I ever done that would make you think I’m making fun of you?”

Millie smiles when she sees the two of you walking out of the building. Maybe not hand-in-hand, but Finn doesn’t look as depressed and you don’t look as angry. She hopes you guys’ve stopped fighting because damn, Finn doesn’t do separation well.

Three Months Later…

“Hotel party!” Caleb cheers, cannonballing into the pool and spraying Gaten in the face.

“You dick, you got it up my nose!”

“Is this what they’re always like?” you ask, fanning your nails in the air with Millie, Sadie, and Sophia.

“Worse,” Millie answers. “Thank God you’re here. You run a tight ship, Captain Y/n.” She bumps shoulders with you and you giggle.

The last three months had been a rough transition into fame. Once news got out that you were a new star on Stranger Things, the video on YouTube blew up online… but unlike what you’d expected, people complained so much it actually got taken down.

You’re running your own campaign now, an anti-bullying one. Sadie helps with it, especially considering you’re acting in two shows right now that are practically 500 million miles away from each other (or that’s what it feels like on the flights, anyways).

“Y/n, watch this!” Finn waves wildly at you from the diving board and then cannonballs in.

“Nice, loser!” you call back in perfect unison with Jack. “If you’ll excuse me, ladies…” You shove the boys out of the way (except for Chosen, because he stepped out of your way) and climb up the ladder. “Watch and learn, boys.” Thank god for diving lessons, you think before tilting off the board, somersaulting twice, and entering the water without hardly a splash.

When you surface Noah’s cheering for you. You grin at him before being yanked underwater.

“Finn!” you yell, splashing the curly-haired boy in the face.

“Love you, Y/n,” he says sweetly, pecking you on the lips, before ducking under the water to multiple catcalls and swimming away as fast as he could.

anonymous asked:

Yo can you hook a friend up with bmc stuff? I don’t know what it is but it seems very interesting and i would like to experience this

you have come to the right place my dude, it’s a musical based on a book, I’ve not read the book but I have the link to it, the show ran for a month in 2015 (it’s popular now because the soundtrack was only released recently) so material is scarce but I’ll give you everything we have 

the order I would recommend is:

EDIT: Exit 82 Theatre’s production


I would also highly recommend watching some animatics of various scenes, esp the play because BOY was I confused when I first listened to that song, my faves are (in no particular order):


Thank u and have a nice time spiralling into madness, if any of the links break lemme know and I’ll try and fix them! 

BLACK HOOD THEORY. I was afraid to post this at first but...

… Since a lot of people asked for it and since I’ve already posted it in my instagram account and got such a good response…

Its long, but read it PLEASE:

Theory on Who I think the Black Hood is:

Okay, the first thing you need to know before I get into it is that I think the man shooting/hurting everyone and using the hood is just placed there to distract us. Maybe is someone we know, maybe is not. But I think he’s not the real person behind this. Why? I just think, that them (the writers) narrowing down our possibilities to things like ‘green eyes’ and ‘around his 40’ is a stupid thing to do. When Betty asked if she was gonna recognize the face under the hood I think it went for us viewers too. Now how many people do we have then? Hal Cooper, Sheriff Keller and even possibly Clifford Blossom. Also, the true actor under the hood is none of these people. Do you really think the producers would place a random guy actor the hood to then change it just when they reveal it? No. That’s why I think it was just a distraction. If you truly look at it, most people are completely stuck in ‘but he doesn’t have green eyes!!’ Theory. It’s a good move, it distract us. There’s also something that caught my attention when reading theories. And that’s the fact that I always come to the conclusion that when watching the show, of 100 people, only 30 or LESS seem to be paying true attention to it. Or maybe they just forget quickly about what they see. It’s truly amazing. We already have our clues people: the person behind this knows Betty, the person was at the jubilee, and the MAYOR clue that everyone seems to ignore completely: there were TWO letters with DIFFERENT handwriting. What does that mean? Mostly, that the ‘Black Hood’ is not just one person. Meaning that every physical clue that we have (eyes, age) can be useless if this guy is just hired by someone worse. Meaning that if we catch the Bh, it can be useless because the mastermind could simply hire someone else. Are we all okay til here? Okay. The two major ‘suspects’ that everyone has that are completely crossed out of our list are Hiram Lodge and Chic Cooper. According to our clues. That leaves us with what? The coopers AND Sheriff Keller (I’m only adding him because Betty suspects about him but I’m about to cross him out as well) do you truly believe Sheriff Keller could know Betty ‘oh, so well’ to know about the Nancy Drew book?  Plus, it’s only episode 7, out of 22. There is simply no way, that the first suspect our characters have is the one. Okay, then we have Hal Cooper, suspect number 1 according to most. He fits perfectly the profile. He could’ve gotten into the sheriff station since he already got in the sheriff’s house before right? He knows everything about Betty. But it just seems too obvious to me, and it’s only a matter of time before Betty suspects of him as well. Plus who is working with him? (There are at least two people involved remember that, according to everyone, he is the one under the mask) plus why would they place another actor under the hood until everyone figures everything out? I think that’s cheap and poorly done. And what’s the true motive? Why does he wants to cleanse Riverdale so much? Just because of a speech? Remember that he’s willing to sugar coat his twisted family past AND the past of her wife just so no one sees how disgusting their story finally is. I don’t think the black hood could actually be someone that has such a nasty past. I think the black hood considers himself as ‘pure’. As a vengeful angel, if anything. Hal being the BH would be too contradicting. So, who does that leaves me with? I have a theory, and it might seem too twisted for you, but it’s good. The man under the hood? A hired single-neuron human being that’s probably from the south side(he wrote one of the letters, possibly the first one) The master mind behind it? Polly Cooper. Why? She’s traumatized after everything that happened to her. Her father was lying to her the whole time. The love of her life was her cousin. They locked her in a (almost) asylum to keep her away, with no contact with her sister or any friend for who knows how long. Her mother told her, continuously that her sister hated her (even if she didn’t believe her)The family of her boyfriend despised her and made them broke up in the past. She was found through a pregnancy alone while waiting for her SO to come save her. She already looked completely traumatized the first time we saw her (she scared the shit outta me) she realized that her SO was murdered long ago while she still waited for him. She was still locked away after that. She was hiding from her mom after she escaped. Then she realized about how incest her relationship truly was, to the point to look down at her stomach with disgust. She realized her family lied to her, while she was dating Jason they couldn’t even care to tell her. Then she realized that her SO was murdered by his own father. She was an innocent soul that was victim to awful sinners. Her sister was the only representation of pure ness that was left. And after the speech (she was in the jubilee btw) she snapped. She hired someone, waited for the letter to come to have a perfect excuse to be away while the guy did his job while she called the shots. She went after the sinners, traitors, liars. She forced Betty to cut out relationships with Veronica (for being in a selfish/interested family like the blossoms) and Jughead (for the serpents representing a serious danger to Betty and also for being sinners and rotting this town) she knows about Betty and Nancy Drew. She could’ve know about the sugarman through Jason. She knows her own location and she has the perfect reason to seek revenge. Betty just inspired her, made something snap inside her. So yeah, that’s my theory.

EDIT: Even if polly is not literally under the hood, she’s still the one behid this. so I take it as ‘being under the hood’ anyway.

Sabine and her family

So @teammarinette was telling me this headcanon he has about Sabine and typed this and asked me to post it. He is Chinese too so it really gives an interesting insight. Personally, I really find this headcanon fitting and well thought. What do you guys think? Any opinions?

So you know how the Kung Food episode starts off with Marinette trying to translate stuff into Chinese so she can greet her uncle and then trying to memorise and pronounce those sentences. She then talks to Tikki about how she’s worried about her uncle visiting her house, and when he does arrive Marinette opens door, forgets everything, and ends up making a fool of herself. Her uncle ignores her and proceeds to purge her flowers, and then she ends up sitting on the sofa across from her uncle while she’s not speaking and trying to pretend her uncle isn’t there but her uncle doesn’t really care and happily proceeds to finish demolishing her flowers.

It’s a very short scene, really; less than two minutes of screen time but already this is a lot of content that we’re shown and a massive amount of stuff to work on.

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Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction writers I have sewing info to help you!!!

Miraculous ladybug fanfiction writers!!!! Hello! I absolutely LOVE reading fanfic for this show, I honestly have read 10x more fanfic than I have watched the show, I just love the characters and the wonderful stories you all create! One reason i love the show is because i am a fellow fashion designer student and I thought I would make a post to help out you wonderful writers who want some more fashion terminology or insight or whatever! Also if I say something wrong or if any other people want to add feel free to add and correct me I just want to contribute to this wonderful adorable fandom, I have only written one fanfiction before (danny phantom) and writing is super hard and i just wanna give some insight about being a design student!

- poking yourself with pins very true, happens all the frickin time, I have bled on things i’ve been making and have mini heart attacks

- college AU’s spending hours in the sewing lab and getting pizza and eating off of the pattern paper before a huge project is due 

- MOOD BOARDS!! making a board and using hella photoshop and illustrator, putting pictures to make a board of what inspires the outfit/line of clothing you are making 

- creating flat patterns on illustrator is something we have to do, it has the details of the sewing and stuff you gotta do

- I have read your saliva gets out your own blood so i literally started licking a light pink skirt i was making to get out the blood, which i didn’t even realize I was bleeding until the red splotch appeared

- I personally however have not cut myself with scissors while cutting fabric, you usually are laying a pattern on the material and will not have a hand close enough to the scissors to cut yourself, now Marinette is clumsy so if she tripped and fell and hit her scissors it that could happen but her cutting herself with scissors while cutting material is not something I have personally encountered

- when I make pattern for things i sit at my sewing table staring at a piece of paper trying to work out the math for different measurements, like how many inches do i need to make 10 pleats into a 26 inch waist skirt? how long of a hem do I need?

- before I went to college I would use wrapping paper for pattern paper when making my own patterns

- instead of using the word “mannequin” for what she is working on maybe use “dress form” both can work but this is just a me thing? idk

- another form of design is draping fabric directly onto the dress form and using pins to figure out the design you want

- forgetting you shoved a pencil in your bun and your parents looking at you funny, it happens

- spending WAY TOO FUCKING LONG in the fabric store, time moves differently there, you just stare and it can be really irritating to find the exact fabric you want to match the image in your head

- sewing for a few hours and forgetting to eat

- finding threads literally ALL OVER YOUR OUTFIT, if i don’t have at least 3 different threads on me did i really do anything?

- threads covering the floor bc you just throw them when you cut them

- dropping a sewing needle and doing a wide eye stare until you can locate the very slim sliver of metal before you stab your foot bc you should wear shoes but you don’t, (I have stabbed my foot with the non-sharp side of a needle, not fun)

- seam ripping, sewing one thing realizing you did it wrong and sitting there with a seam ripper for 10-20 minutes undoing what you did

- machine malfunctions: the bobbin (bottom thread) not matching up with the top thread and the stitches look all loopy on one side and you want to fucking throw your machine out the gosh darn window

- ironing fabric

- spending hours just pinning and minimal actual sewing, so many pins

- it has been X amount of days since stabbed with a pin (probably 0)

- everyone asking hey i need a button/hem/shoe/shirt fixed can you do it?(yes, i fixed the threading for a shoe some guy on my floor asked, honestly i did so much they knew me as the girl to go to if you needed something fixed sewing wise or anything arts and crafts related)

- also cosplays just today I was asked if i could make a shirt for my friend’s mom’s friend’s daughter

- i once drove to the fabric store to pick up more fabric and thought i don’t need to bring a swatch i know what color it is, it was ever ever so slightly off and i would have hated it so i had to drive back return it and get the right one (yes i brought a swatch that time)

- the smallest details bugging you: some stitches look a little wavy, the thread got tangled a little on the hand stitching, snipping the fabric a little too close to the seam, it’s the small things no one else sees that kills you

- cutting out fabric wrong and just getting frustrated and taking a deep breath, buying more and doing it right

- sitting down to work one day on a project, fucking up once, and just saying “nope, nope, i’m not even, i’m done for the day” , or after a long day and making a mistake and being like ok that’s enough i’ll fix it tomorrow

- almost knocking over the dressform and seeing your life flash before your eyes bc those are like upwards of $100

- SOMETHING REALLY CUTE: Last year i fixed two buttons and a sleeve of a shirt for this guy on my floor and i later learned he ripped off the buttons just so i could sew them back on and he could see me and talk to me (it was adorable but we didn’t work as a couple but still friends) but i figure maybe some chat or adrian would do bc he I had no idea i was just like how is this skinny boy popping buttons off his shorts??? (idk why but if you use this could you credit me? It’s a personal thing kinda and I also I just wanna know so i can read it and be like omg so cute)

- also one of my friends sometimes comes over and sits on the couch and we just talk and she watches me as I sew, its very nice and i feel like alya would totally sit and be on the Ladyblog and her and Marinette would just chat while she sews

I could probably think of a billion more but that’s all for now, if anyone has any questions or wants help or anything please let me know! I love sewing and miraculous ladybug but most of all is the beautiful stories you all create <3

(also if this does help you or you use stuff from this please lmk i would love to read your stories!)

Jeff Atkins - Request #2

Okay Forrest off your writing? PERFECTION BABE! And second do you mind is you do a Jeff imagine where the reader is an introvert and extremely shy and throughout his relationship with her he pushes her out of her shell,he encourages to speak up and mingle and go to parties and all that cause he is really social

Originally posted by cynicalsunset

You had met in summer school the summer  before sophomore year began. He had flunked out of math and because you had no social life, you tutored at the school. Somehow, the gorgeous, drool-worthy jock started to like you and by the end of summer session, you two had become inseparable and he had asked you to be his girlfriend.

The only problem was - you were complete opposites. Jeff was very outgoing. He had a ton of friends, went to parties, participated in events, always wanted to go out and meet new people and have crazy adventures.

You on the other hand weren’t so exciting. You were extremely shy. You had three close friends. Your ideal Friday night was throwing in a bath bomb and soaking in the tub while reading a book. You rarely spoke to people you didn’t know. You liked watching shows like Law & Order and trying to solve the case before they did.

Polar opposites.

So when the school year began, you were nervous as to how your relationship with Jeff would transpire. Over the summer you two were in your own little world but in school, there would be other people in play. You knew Monty - of course - because that was his best friend, but other than that you didn’t know his friends at all and they only knew you as “the girl Jeff ditches us for all summer.”

“Hey gorgeous” Jeff smiled, approaching your locker.

 His hands wrapped around you in a hug and he placed a kiss on your lips before leaning against the locker next to yours.

“Hey.” You blushed, still not accustomed to the public display of affection he loved so much.

 “So - will you come to the game tonight?” He asked as a nervous expression took over his face.

You froze at the question, biting your bottom lip before lifting your eyes to look up at him. “I - I don’t know Jeff - I “

 “Come on, Y/N. It’s the first game of the season.” He cut you off. “Besides, you’re like super hot and I want to show you off. Is that so wrong?”

You blushed again, lowering your head to hide the redness in your cheeks. No - it wasn’t wrong, it was just different. Jeff was incredibly popular and that crowd was way to intimidating for your liking.

 “Well….” He poked your sides, making your giggle.

 “Okay.” You gave in. “Okay fine.”

“Really?” he asked, raising in brows in disbelief that he heard you correctly.

 “Yes, really.”

 “Good, then we can finally get some one on one time. I promise.”  

 You could hear the cheering from the gymnasium echo down the empty hallways of the school. This wasn’t the first time you were there after hours but it was certainly the first time you’d been there to attend a game. A game in which you’re boyfriend was apart of.

“Goooo Tigers!” The cheerleaders yelled as you dragged your feet to walk through the gym doors.

 Stepping in further you saw Jeff dribbling his way down the court. He seemed to spot you right away, his eyes lighting up as they landed on you. Mid-dribble, he blew you a kiss causing everyone to stare at you before a three pointer and everyone cheered in unison.

 You smiled, lowering your eyes to the ground as you made your way to the bleachers to take a seat. Though you loved knowing you had his attention, you hated the fact that now everyone else was looking at you.

 Sheri took a seat next to you, taking a breather from cheering while the game was going on. She smiled wide and bumped her shoulder against yours in a friendly gesture.


“Hey.” You replied, unsure of what she was going to say.

You knew Sheri because everyone knew Sheri. She was head cheerleader, organized a bunch of school events, always did good in class - yet the fact that she even knew you existed blew your mind.

 “So you’re the little darling Jeff never stops talking about.”  She  smiled.

 Jeff never stopped talking about you?

 “Well I can only hope.” You replied with a kind smile that mimicked hers.

 She laughed and held her hand out. “Well I’m Sheri. I wanted to introduce myself. When I found out Jeff had an actual serious girlfriend, I was super excited to say hi. Y’know these boys track record with women. They never stick around long enough but I’m so happy he’s found someone he likes so much!”

You smiled, nodding your head, you really weren’t one for small talk and she seemed like she could go on forever.

 “Sheri - get back over here!”

 The cheer leading coach yelled over at her. Sheri jumped up, not missing the pep in her step as she smiled down at you.

“It was great meeting you!” She waved back as she ran over to the rest of the team.

 Alex took a seat next to you, averting his eyes from Jessica who was cheering tonight.

 “Hey.” He said.


 Alex was cool, you always talked to him in class and waved when you saw him in the hallway.

 “What’re you doing here?” He asked. “ I never see you out.”

You shrugged, taking your eyes off the game to meet his. “Promised, Jeff I’d watch the game. What’re you doing here?”

 “Promised Jessica I’d watch her cheer. She made it seem a lott cooler than this.”

 Looking over at the cheerleaders waving their pom poms you laughed. “Yeah, it doesn’t seem all that exciting.”

The buzzer went off and Liberty won by 10 thanks to Jeff and Zach. You clapped and cheered along with everyone else before Alex said goodbye to go over to his girlfriend.

Jeff ran over after one last talk from the coach. He wrapped his arms around you, spinning you around as he kissed you. With your arms wrapped around his neck you laughed, hanging onto him.

“You won!” You smiled as he put you down.

 “See - it’s cause I got my lucky charm with me.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss you again. “Now let me grab my bag and I’m all yours for the rest of the night.”


“What’re you doing tonight?” Jeff asked, throwing his arm over your shoulder as he caught you walking down the hallway.

 Books in hand, you shrugged. “Nothing why?”

“Monty’s throwing a party and you’re going to be my date.” He smirked, looking down at you.

 “A party? I - I don’t think so babe. It’s not really my thing - “

“But it’s mine.” He stopped walking to stand in front of you. “Come on. I love hanging out with you. My friends are dying to meet you. We’ll have a few drinks, mingle a little bit, then we’ll be out.”

 His big blue eyes looked down at you and he stuck his lip out in a little puppy pout that you couldn’t resist. With a deep breath, you nodded.

 “Fineeee.” You let out in a whiny tone. “But it’s your job to save me from any awkward conversation.”

 “Deal.” He laughed leaning down to kiss you before you two started walking again.

 The closer you got to the front door of the house, the more nervous you got. This was Jeff’s crowd. These were his people. You had to make a good impression. Although, it didn’t look like it would matter that much since you could smell the liquor coming off everyone’s breathes the second you walked inside.

 How in the hell Jeff convinced you to show up - you had no idea. You hated parties. Hated the concept. Hated the crowds. You barely knew anyone.

 Still you kept your word, walking through the crowd with Jeff’s arm over your shoulder, claiming you as his. A few people chanted his name and he laughed, holding you closer until you got to the kitchen.

“Beer?” He asked, walking up to the keg.

 “Please.” You nodded, letting your eyes wander to see if there were any familiar faces in the crowd.

 “Look who finally made it!” Monty’s voice cut through the noise as he approached us with open arms.

 Jeff handed me the cup of beer before hugging his friend with a laugh. Monty hugged me after and through his arm over both of our shoulders while he walked us to the backyard .

“Alright, now we can finally get this shit started. Guys look who’s here!”

 Your eyes widened realizing you were about to be thrown into the lion’s den without any warning. Justin Foley and Bryce were the first to notice. Their lips curled into smirks as Monty walked us over.

 Jeff gave them all half hugs while you stood awkwardly behind until he turned back towards you. “Guys - I’m sure you know by now. This is Y/N. Y/N - this is Zach, Toby, Justin, and Bryce.”

 “Hey.” You did your best to put a confident smile as you gave a small wave.

 “Well now I know why Jeff’s been hiding you -” Bryce smirked, circling the two of you to take a better look before Jeff pulled you close.

 “Why’s that?” You asked, not liking the look in his eyes.

 “Cause one of us might want to steal you from him.”

 “Dickhead.” Jeff shoved him, half-playful, half-serious.

 Bryce laughed, and Zach shook his head. “I know you, you’re in my communications class right.”

 “Uh, yeah. I think so.” You nodded.

 “Oh you’re here!” Sheri’s voice interrupted them. “Yay! Come on! I want to introduce you to the girls!”

 “Go.” He smiled, “Have fun. Sheri’ll take care of you.”


 She took your hand to pull you away.

Later that night, Jeff had decided to walk you home. After a few drinks, driving seemed out of the question and the two of you walked hand in hand down the street.

 “Tonight wasn’t so bad was it?” He asked, taking his eyes off the night’s sky to look down at you.

 “No - I guess not.” You shook your head. “Just nothing I was used to.”

“We’ll sometimes you gotta break out of your comfort zone babe.” He smiled. “They all really liked you. I knew they would.”

He brought your hand up to his lips to kiss it and you smiled wide, your cheeks hurting like they usually did when you were with him.

 “It’s called a comfort zone for a reason though.” You returned.

Originally posted by tiiffanym

“Yeah well you’re not 90 and for as long as you’ll stay with me - we’ll be trying new things together, deal?”

“Ok. Deal.” You smiled, leaning up to kiss him.

 A/N: I didn’t proof read but I might later! Lol so please excuse any errors. I hope you enjoyed reading it and if you have any requests, Please feel free to inbox me. :)

Love On My Mind - Bruce Wayne


Maybe it was the way you glowed as the gold sunlight streamed in and showering you in its warmth or maybe it was the fact you were laughing at one of his sons jokes. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint it but there was something that made his heart flutter at the thought of you, and that terrified him. He didn’t want to love you but here he was falling for you as you bickered with Alfred about who was making breakfast.

“Please sit Alfred, you’re family. Let me make breakfast.” You reasoned, the butler smiled at the word, family. Something he never thought Bruce would have again, beside himself, after the tragedy of his parents passing. Now the kitchen was lively, filled with the laughter of his girlfriend and sons and the welcoming smell of breakfast. Bruce hadn’t been this happy in a long time, and it showed. Everyone noticed the soft smile that never seemed to disappear whenever you were around and how much light-hearted he seemed.

You were sure the burning of the pancakes wasn’t the best start to breakfast but Jason had swooped in and saved the day. The goofy grin present on his face as he teased your amateur mistakes, you couldn’t help but wish he always looked this happy. Tim happily ate your burnt pancakes despite your complaints, providing you with a quick, “It gives them character.” Before continuing munching on them at his set pace.

The snort you let out causes Dick to grin happily as he watches you try and help Jason who now took over control, he had known you the longest and he was glad he did. Every moment spent with you was time well spent in his opinion, he recalls mentioning this to you which resulted in you hugging him tightly and crying. The entire time, Bruce had silently watched on from his seat, newspaper in hand, but left unread as he quietly thought.

The sight of you cuddling into his youngest son, Damian, causes a smile to break out on his face, Damian seemed not to mind as his arm was around you as you made a pun Dick thought was great. Pulling away from him to begin to serve out the pancakes results in a small pout to form on his face, but you promise to sit beside him which fixes everything. Giving Jason a kiss on his cheek as a thank you for helping with the cooking makes him grin before sitting beside Tim and Dick and eating his pancakes.

You serve out breakfast to Alfred who looks nothing but thankful and Bruce can’t fight the smile tugging at his lips as you come over to him, placing the last plates in front of him and yourself before sitting in between him and your youngest son. You rest your hand on top of his, radiating warmth he had now adjusted too. He basked in the warmth you provided him with whenever you smiled, the tightness of his chest continues as his heart beat wildly. The only thing he could manage to focus on was your face but is ripped from his trace as he hears your delicate voice say his name. The only thing on his mind is his love for you. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you-.

He watches as you lean over, your hot breath tickling the shell of his ear as you whisper, “I love you, Bruce.” In an instant, he stiffens. It was as though as you could read his mind, but the goofy grin that settles on his face shows how content he is. He could have never would have guessed how happy he would be but here he was, with his family surrounding him, and the woman of his dreams loving him just as much as he loves her.  

“I love you too.”

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Alpha Pack [Derek Hale x Reader]

Request: Derek Hale image where he’s being a grumpy alpha and the only one that can help him relieve his stress is y/n

Warnings: None that I remember

A/N: Sorry nonnie for the time it took to write this. I did change grumpy to angry because I couldn’t find a good scenario with a grumpy Derek. Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by semejohn

You were sat on the couch watching the complete the Lord of the Rings trilogy when a woman walked into the loft and Derek stepped in behind her. You felt a pang in your chest when you saw the two, thinking that he had finally got a girlfriend. Secretly, you had hoped that you would have been the one to go out with him, not this woman. With your werewolf senses, you smelled that she was something weird and unknown to you. “Great, so much for going out with Derek.” You thought. You had had a crush on Derek for approximately two years but you never gave up hope since he had never come home with a girlfriend. But, now as you saw him with that woman, all hope that you might have had was gone.

Derek introduced her to you, “Hey (Y/N), this is Jennifer.”

“Hi.” You merely said, not wanting to see the person who had taken him away from you. She didn’t really take him away from you since he wasn’t with you but it felt as though. You unpaused the movie and ignored the couple. You heard they go up the stairs, Jennifer was giggling. At that sound, you felt like you would die if you pushed through this feeling any longer so, you headed out the loft.

You didn’t really know where you were going, you were just walking where your feet took you. You were staring at the ground when, suddenly, you saw bare feet in front of you, claws protruding from her toes instead of nails. A werewolf. You looked up to see her face and your eyes met familiar glowing red eyes. The only female of Deucalion’s Alpha Pack stood before you. You looked around to see if anyone else was around you but Kali was the only one. You knew that you didn’t stand a chance against an Alpha werewolf, being a newly-turned Beta. You didn’t move, not out of fear but knowing that the odds of you be killed by her would be greater if you moved.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Derek Hale’s protégée.” She smiled viciously, “I wonder what he would do if you were to end up dead on his doorstep. What do you think (Y/N)?”

You stayed silent, partly in fear, partly voluntarily. You knew you that if you said something wrong, she would not hesitate to kill you.

“Too afraid to talk?” she mocked you, “Well, you won’t ever have to talk again since you’re going to be dead soon” she backed up, preparing to slit your throat with a spinning hook kick.

She was gaining momentum and you were still unmoving, when a deep voice yelled from behind you, “Kali, stop!” the Alpha listened to the voice and stopped running. You turned around to look at your savior and saw the newest Beacon Hills enemy, Deucalion. The Alpha smiled at you.

“Kali, this young lady is smarter than she lets on. She wasn’t moving not out of fear but knowing that talking or moving could take her life.” He told her, “She is going to be very useful for us, especially that she is important to Derek Hale. Derek is stupid for leaving you all alone.” He smiled, this time it was more devious. “Let’s go Kali, take her.” You felt a hard piece of metal bang against your neck and you blacked immediately after.

The next morning, Derek woke up next to Jennifer. He discreetly left the bed, not waking the woman next to him up, and walked towards your bedroom. He softly knocked at the door as he always did. Usually, you would respond to the knock and he would enter the room to find you working, reading a book or watching another one of your TV shows. This time, you didn’t answer. He used his wolf-hearing to see if you were sleeping or listening to music. When he didn’t hear anything, he burst into the room. Your bed was made, your desk was free of mess. It was weird, you never made your bed and your desk was always messy. There was only one thing on the table, a white piece of paper. On it, was written:

Hello Derek,

We have your little (Y/N). She is smarter than she lets on. She has the potential to be very useful to us. We will return your Beta if you kill Chris Argent. He has become a danger to us and we need him exterminated. If only this were a recording because you would be able to hear (Y/N) yelling at me to tell you not to do it. She is so sweet and loyal. She is willing to die for the greater good. But don’t worry, you have until next Saturday to bring me Argent’s head at (Y/N)’s old home. Otherwise, (Y/N) die a very long and TORTUROUS death.

Have a nice day, Deucalion.

When he finished reading the letter, Derek roared and slammed his fists on the table. He was furious at the Alpha and was ready to kill him through any means possible.

Jennifer came down the stairs, scared by the noise, “Derek?” she asked, “are you okay?”

Derek wasn’t in need of talking, he wanted to kill Deucalion, “GET OUT!” he roared.

Startled, Jennifer ran out of the loft, leaving Derek to sit on (Y/N)’s bed, his eyes glowing red and claws growing in the place of his nails. He sent a text to Scott to meet him at (Y/N)’s house.

Two hours later, both Scott’s and Derek’s pack were ready to storm into the house to get you back. Derek kicked the door down.

The Alpha pack was conversing in the living room and you were tied to a chair, gagged. The Kali immediately jumped on Scott attacking him, while Deucalion was beating Derek to a pulp. You couldn’t do anything because the chains were laced with wolfsbane, taking your abilities away. So, as you saw your love being beat up, you could only whimper through the gag. Nonetheless, that small sound of pain woke up a primal instinct to protect you. He pushed Deucalion off himself and slammed him into the wall. The twins moved to attack them but he clawed their chest, drawing blood and making them collapse. Kali was still fighting with Scott and Isaac when Derek grabbed her hair and threw her against the wall and she fell next to Deucalion.

The entirety of the Alpha pack was either unconscious or writhing on the ground in pain. Scott rushed to untie you. Meanwhile, Derek was still furious at the Alphas and at himself. He started punching the wall, his anger unstoppable.

You ran to him in hopes of stopping him, “Hey Derek, look at me, I’m alive and unharmed.”

“Yeah but they could’ve hurt you” he replied, letting his fists down.

“I was my fault, I ran off not yours.” You told him. All jealousy and love disappeared, all that mattered was Derek.

This continued as you kept comforting him. Derek was still mad when you decided that the only way to stop him was by kissing him. So, that’s what you did. You softly placed your lips on his and he responded immediately. You felt like his lips were made for yours. Derek felt that this was just right, that you were the one made for him, his mate.

To Break An Omega [Pt. 4]

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Summary: It”s going to take time, but the Winchesters are determined to put Vic in his place and put you back together. All while Dean contemplates changing your lives forever. 

A/N: Strap in folks, it’s a long one.

Warnings: SPN swearing, touch of A/B/O dynamics

You opened your eyes, expecting to be sore, but the stiffness in your muscles was gone. Your body was pressed into something warm. Blinking away the sleep, you lift your head slowly. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” a deep voice says gently. You push yourself up, sliding away from Dean who were just curled against. In your panic, you nearly fall off the bed, but the Alpha catches you  

“It’s okay,” he says softly, “you’re home, sweetheart, you’re safe.” One of his hands slowly makes its way through your hair, cradling your head.  

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Nobody Touches The Queen

I should be writing an essay for university but I’m writing Nessian angst instead so here, have this and enjoy! :D

She knew now that hope was for fools, that the world was wretched and cruel and that hate and coldness and the walls she had built around herself were the only things that would keep her safe. She knew that to open yourself to anyone meant to show another person exactly how to hurt you in the most painful way. She knew she would never do that again.

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Nesta didn’t think she could ever fall in love. She didn’t even believe in love.

After months of watching her father do nothing while her mother – the woman who had loved him with every ounce of her being ever since Nesta could remember, and the woman who he claimed he loved back – slowly wilted away, Nesta decided there was no such thing as love.

She decided that love made you weak. Love made you wait around for a miracle, instead of demanding what you needed of the people who claimed to love you. That’s what her mother had done. Nesta felt like she was betraying her every time she thought about what had happened like this but she couldn’t help but blame her mother as well as her father.

She blamed her mother for looking at him with love in her eyes until her dying breath. She blamed her for being so blinded by love that she didn’t see him for the weak, pathetic coward that he was. She blamed her for loving him and accepting his actions and not demanding he help her find a way to get what she deserved. She had deserved to live…

She absolutely despised him, about that she had no shame. She loathed how he let her mother die. It was all his fault. If he had really loved her he would have gone to the end of the world to try and keep her with him. With them.

If her father had truly loved them, his daughters, he would have tried more to make sure that they didn’t starve, didn’t freeze, didn’t grow up way before they were supposed to. She had days where she despised him so much that she wished she would die. That maybe then he would finally see what his complacency has caused and he would learn to take better care of Elain and Feyre. But she couldn’t do that. Deep down she knew that her death would mean nothing than perhaps more suffering for her sisters and her father wouldn’t have changed his ways.

She hated Feyre for enabling him. She hated her for stepping up and doing what he should have done from the very beginning, caring for them and for not letting their circumstances turn her into a cold and bitter person – the two things Nesta hadn’t managed to do.

Nesta knew how to hate. How to despise. How to loathe. How to detest. She didn’t know how to love. And she was certain she didn’t want to learn.

But when she looked into his soft eyes, framed by crinkles that appeared more prominent when he flashed his lopsided grin, she swore she could feel her heart thawing. She watched him with wide eyes as he told her stories of all the places he had been to, all the wonders he had seen and he promised to take her away and show her everything too. He was her escape and he promised to take her away from all the hate and bitterness in her life. He clasped her delicate hand into his warm one and promised her safety, promised she wouldn’t have to worry about anything for the rest of her life, promised he would care for her and Nesta knew then that she wouldn’t mind learning how to love if this was a fraction of what it felt like - if it meant being this happy. And she was happy. For the first time in her life she was truly happy but only allowed it to show in secret. With him.

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