you guys don't know how much i laugh at this part

bootsandbosons  asked:

Trying to explain Clint Barton to my friends who don't know marvel (apart from the MCU) proving difficult. Especially because the MCU gave him a wife, kids, and an honest to god farm. Any recommendations on how to describe my favorite character? (So far all of my attempts either lead to rambling about ceiling vents and the circus or hysterical laughing because "successful long term relationship" and "Clint Barton" are in the same sentence. Unsurprisingly this just leads to more confusion.)

Well, the problem begins (as problems often do) with comics.

See, comics are a sort of ‘soap opera with capes and tights.’  Comics are ‘fanfic but written by mostly straight white guys who are chosen by other straight white guys.’  Comics are a never ending arms race of suffering, and that’s the problem.

So it’s hard to pin down a character.  Because it’s not one character.

Every writer wants to make their mark.  They want THEIR version of the character to be the one that people point to and say, “THIS.  THIS is the quintessential Hawkeye.  THIS is the reason I love Hawkeye.”

Because they’re not going to write the character forever.  That’s comics.  There’s always someone right behind them, nipping at their heels, someone who wants nothing more, in most cases, then to sweep their careful work aside and make THEIR mark on the character.

There’s not much you can do to stop that from happening.  You can write a really good book, you can be clever and creative and still not hit the readership the right way.  You can write A GOOD BOOK and you’ll still end up in the trash heap of the 25 cent bin, because the promotion team or the movie schedule or the competitor’s event cycle screwed you over.

It’s much easier to make a lot of noise.  To be remembered, rather than beloved.  To get people tweeting and talking and protesting and fighting, because that means when you tossed off this book, there’ll be another one waiting for you.

Don’t believe me?  I mean, someone keeps giving Nick Spencer new books.  (shrug)

So there is no one Hawkeye.  The Hawkeye of the early West Coast Avengers has little in common with the Hawkeye of Fraction and Aja’s solo book run.  The Hawkeye of the most recent Secret Avengers by Ales Kot would be unrecognizable to the Hawkeye of the Ultimates verse.  Movieverse Hawkeye is almost a mirror image of Hawkeye of Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

When you love a character, the question is, which one?  Because even if you take fandom interpretation and fanon out of the equation, there’s a lot of them to choose from.  And while canon feeds fanon, fanon bleeds back into canon.

Describing the character you love takes some effort, some cherrypicking.

For me, it’s this:

On the surface, he’s ordinary.  And his awareness of his ordinariness is part of what makes him so extraordinary.  He’s raised himself to his current position by sheer force of will and a refusal to stop.  He’s bullheaded and snarky and has a chip on his shoulder the size of the island of Manhattan.  He’s not as stupid as he thinks he is, and he’s not as good as he believes he is, and both of those facts are a little heartbreaking.

He’s a man who destroyed his own hearing, because he knew if he didn’t, he was going to hurt someone he loved.  He’s also a man who entered canon trying to rob Tony Stark, which was universally regarded as a very bad idea, since that’s how a lot of people end up dead.

He’s not a god or a genius or a super soldier.   He is a man who looked at the end of the world, and said, fuck you, I’ve got a COUPLE OF STICKS AND A PIECE OF STRING and I’m still going to KICK YOUR ASS.  There is something comforting about that, for most people.  

We want to believe, after all, that if push came to shove, if things got bad, then we would stand up.  With all the risk, and all the fear, and a very good chance that we would not win, we want to believe, that we would still stand.

So all the other stuff, the ragged ends and the bad choices, the stupid plots and the OOC moments, the embarrassing contradictions in canon and the writers who can’t figure him out or don’t want to bother trying, it melts down to one truth at the core of his character, every time.

He is a man that doesn’t feel too different from you or me.  And he stands.  He makes bad choices, he screws people over, he ruins relationships and cheats on partners and girlfriends, he does stupid, stupid things, because this is a soap opera, and half the writers don’t remember what the last one did and the other half don’t care.

For all the parts of him I don’t like, he’s still my favorite.  Because he shouldn’t be there.  He has no place there.  He’s outgunned and outflanked.  Everyone around him is smarter than him, better trained than him, better equipped than him.

And still he stands.  With a bow.  He stands.

And says, come at me, bro.

Klance Fic Recs, AU Settings I

Okay so I might end up making multiple parts for AU settings. This one contains mostly occupational/hobby/setting AU stuff. So unless an AU fic prominently featured a certain element, it’ll go on another list. So there are some College AUs, 2 Soulmate AUs, and maybe a few others. 

SPORTS

Olympians
house on fire by ilgaksu
When Lance McClain is eighteen, he qualifies for the Olympics.

When he’s nineteen, he meets Keith.

Correlation does not mean cause, until it totally does.

your love is bright as ever by aknightley (gymnast!Keith, swimmer!Lance)
A brief interlude in the future of the Olympic AU, Christmas with Keith and Lance and their cats.

“This always looks easier in those made for television movies,” Keith tells Blue, who rolls over and out of his lap, chasing her own bits of tinsel.

In It To Win It by Lucy_Claire
One of two things was happening right now, either Lance was having a heart attack on of the biggest day of his life, or he had just laid eyes on his Soulmate.
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Competitive swimmer Lance McClain feels his Timer counting down right when he’s about to jump in the water and finish up his race. He’s faced with two choices in this moment: Continue the race and miss meeting his Soulmate at their fateful time or abandon his life’s work for someone he never met.Lance makes his choice and has to suffer the consequence of never getting back what he missed out on. Or does he?

Swimmers
Ocean Eyes by spacezuko
Lance himself doesn’t even believe in his own abilities. He is drowning in his own pool of desire to be everything that he claims he is. Everything that he wants to be. Keith wonders if he’s broken Lance because he doesn’t say a word, his eyes filled with something opaque that Keith can’t quite pinpoint the meaning of. Lance’s eyes are a deep blue. Not the typical morning sky blue, but the kind of ocean blue one wants to drown in.

With legs like these by Queerswimming
In which Lance finds out that there’s a pool in the castle and challenges Keith to a race.

Lance did NOT think this through. Because not a single thing in this universe could’ve prepare him for the sight of Keith in nothing but a red pair of swimming trunks.

Keith has one arm bend behind his head and stretches it with the other. His back arches beautifully, presenting Lance a perfect view of his well-defined torso. At least the last thing Lance sees right before he dies are those ripped abs.

Football
Mistakes were made by Lynn1998
Lance can’t stand the captain of the football team…so why is he having sex with him?
Part 1 of skinny band nerd takes it up the ass from the beefcake football captain series

Ice Skating/Hockey
On Thin Ice (WIP) by Minadora
Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity.

This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.

Kiss My Ice (WIP) by delictor
Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

‘When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.’

“Soon as we’re off this ice you’re dead.” Keith’s threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it.
“Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions.
“Should I?”
“No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I’m gonna twirl you, okay?”
“No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he’s suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance’s chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith’s upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.”
“Technically, we are on land.”
“We’re on frozen water, get me off it.”

Quidditch (Non Hogwarts AU)
The Marks We Make (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

Surfers (mostly surfer!Lance)
Should I Stand Up on Fear (And Tell You How I Feel?) by Lulatic
“So, it’s really a good thing that Lance got distracted before he dragged you out there with him,” Hunk chuckled. “I guess flirting became more important than your guys’ rivalry.’

Keith blushed again, looking away with a huff. “Yeah, whatever. He’ll probably be distracted long enough that I can go back to the Castle before he decides I need some surfing lessons.”

Pidge laughed, that kind of cheeky giggle that made Keith and Hunk look over at them with wide eyes. Pidge raised a single eyebrow at Keith, grinning mischievously. “Oh, but you won’t be going back to the Castle any time soon, now will you? Not when Lance is out there, soaking wet, wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.”

Pride Tide by lemoninagin
He’d stared up, watched the differing patches of sunlight play the most stunning array of colored patterns across Keith’s pale face as he grinned mischievously over him. Time slowed, his own breathing became laboured and caught in his throat.

“You can teach me, right?” Keith had asked in a shyer voice than usual, brushing the tangled mess of his windswept hair away from his eyes and cocking his head towards the boards.

Save his smile by Queerswimming
Keith wants to protect Lance’s smile and finds his answer at the beach. Starring an awkward Keith, Surfer Lance and Hunk playing a giant ice berg.

Lance caresses the wood gently. His eyes turn soft as he speaks. “My big brother taught me how to build a board.” He laughs softly. “I always messed it up though. I wasn’t patient enough to do it right.“ He taps on the wood and looks at Keith with a sad smile that knocks the breath out of Keith lungs.

“Who would have thought that I would build a surf board in space though.”

He laughs at that but Keith can tell that Lance is faking it. He always can.

Roller Derby
Like Devo by surveycorpsjean
As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-

But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.

And thats how they start dating.

Streetracing
Purple Lamborghini by warschach
“I need you to focus on this race. No more hate flirting with Keith as much as I enjoy it. I like winning more.”

He scoffed, “I don’t flirt.”

“Then stop saying you’re going to teach him how to ride.”

“I was talking about driving. Duh,” Lance countered with an attitude mastered purely by Valley girls and entitled customers.

“Yea, Lance it doesn’t come off like that at all. It sounds like you’re gonna fuck him.”

“I’m not.”

ARTISTS (also including Musicians and Modeling)

Photographer
Pretty Boy by MilkTeaMiku (photographer!Keith)
A pretty Spanish boy shoves a bouquet of flowers under his nose and tells him to stop and smell the roses, so Keith does.

Roommates by manamune (photographer!Lance, artist!Keith)
(13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

Sight for Sore Eyes by writewild
Photographer!Lance’s deadline for the magazine he works on the side for is coming up really soon, and has to search last-minute photo opportunities soon. One boy catches his eye.

Riptide by songsofthespring (photographer!keith, surfer!Lance)
Keith fumbles with the camera around his neck and lines up a shot. The boy coasting down a wave, one hand kissing the water. Keith zooms in as far as his lens will allow him. Droplets frame the boy’s brown skin and cling to his hair and chest. His eyes, little pinpricks of light from this distance, are nevertheless still recognizably as bright as the ocean itself. It looks like he could be dancing when he rides a wave; every part of his lanky frame seems to merge with the board and the ocean beneath him.

He’s beautiful.

Foreign Scenes (WIP) by bwyn
Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.

Artist
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (artist!Keith, ballerina!Lance)

Keith is an art student who mostly keeps to himself, taking note of the beauty in life but keeping his distance from it. This includes the beautiful dancer he sees across the street from his apartment…until a week-long art project pushes him to change that.

(For Klance Secret Santa 2016)

And Now You’re Mine (WIP) by Samyx914 (some artist!Keith)
“No, really. I’ve been thinking about that movie since I got up and that’s the only copy they have and I want it.”

“But, I was faster.”

“But, I want to watch it.” The stranger laughs.

“Well, you could always come home with me to watch it.” He says with a wink.

“Okay.” The stranger’s eyes widen. What the fuck, Keith? No. You don’t go home with strangers… Anymore. 

In which Keith wants to watch a movie, so he goes to find it at Walmart. When there’s only one copy left and someone else picks it up first, his only option is to go home with a stranger. Keith didn’t count on this stranger being so easy to fall for.

Visions by becca2793
"It’s funny, because as a tattoo artist he makes art that lasts pretty much forever – as far as the person who has it is concerned – but a street artist…their art lasts maybe a couple of days.”

Keith comes in for a tattoo; Lance immediately falls in love. With his art. His love for Keith comes later.

Take the Easel Way Out by svensationalist
Oh no, he’s hot, Lance thinks while he’s dying.

(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)

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Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive.

Cute as Fcuk by anonymouschupacabra
Even though he had never seen the hot guy before in the year that he’d been going to college, it was like the dam had broken, because Lance saw him everywhere. From the sculpture rooms, to the library, to the cafeteria, the guy was everywhere Lance was, and it only made it that much harder to ignore the hot buzzing he felt inside every time he saw him.

Dancers
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (ballerina!Lance) see above ^

i bet you look good on the dance floor by xShieru
“So like in 'Step Up’?”
Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.”
The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps

.-

Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.

Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.

you raise me up by rhapsodyinpink
“What, you don’t think I look like Patrick Swayze?”

Keith snickers. “Absolutely not. You are Jennifer Grey in this situation.”

“That’s a fair point. Nobody puts me in a corner,” replies Lance, nodding seriously, before his expression turns mischievous.

“So then…are you saying you want to call me Baby?”

Keith flushes red, but stands his ground as he leans in closer. “Are you saying you want me to?”

Shut Up and Dance With Me (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.

Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.

With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn.

Musicians
That Would Be Alright by icedsonder
And call it spur of the moment, his exacerbated pining over past few months, or even his own alcohol impaired judgment, but Keith let his inhibitions take a backseat as he took a step forward and pressed his forehead against Lance’s to sing his next lines.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby”

Musically Insane by myparadisepalace
It had only taken Lance three days after becoming the blue paladin to realize there were no instruments in the castle. And even if there were, Lance figured they’d be too obscure and strange for him to be able to play.

PROFESSIONS (i.e. cops, doctors, EMTs, waiters)

Soldiers/Assassins/Spies
Counting in Code by DLanaDHZ
There was no one better in the field. The Voltron Force was efficient and deadly, and they took no new recruits. They were hand-picked, and though they didn’t always get along, they were family. Under the stress of a mission, the team counted each other as a way to calm down and focus. But Keith couldn’t count, because counting meant he knew where everyone was, and right now all he had was a pair of bloody dog tags in place of his partner.

blink if you want me by xShieru
He wakes up to Pidge’s face hovering above him. “You gotta stop running into him like this.”
“Dude, he fucking shot me.”
“I know. We saw.”

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A hitmen AU wherein two thirsty assholes fall for each other and then jeopardize their respective missions because of it.

Retail/Food (waiters/cashiers/clerks)
Melt With You by dumpsterdiva
If you ask Keith what summer means to him, he’ll say shitty weather, a bag of quarters, sticky blue raspberry kisses, and not-quite-midnight sandwiches.

Summer job AU at the pier feat. Keith as a shaved ice slave and Lance as an aquarium camp counselor.

You Dropped a Bomb by quartetship
Lance loved his job.

OR: The Klance LUSH au

Tollbooth Operator
Drive Me Crazy by battleshidge
Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.

Taxi Driver
Finish What You Started by battleshidge
“You were right,” Keith breathed, looking up at Lance with a fire in his eyes. “I did start this,” he lifted his chin, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s jaw. And another. And another. Lance thought it was torture—sweet, sweet torture. And then that challenge sparked in Keith’s eyes again as he asked, tone low and resonant, “Are you going to finish it?”

Pizza Delivery
You Stole a Pizza My Heart by KaSaPe
Keith just wanted a pizza. The cute delivery boy with the weird grin and stupid flirting (?) had other plans.

Or: Keith just doesn’t get Lance’s flirting. At all.

Lifeguards
six foot dive (WIP) by shizuoh
“I’m bisexual,” Lance says.

Keith furrows his eyebrows. “Good… for you?”

“I’d like to buy you a drink,” he starts, and grins, “and then get sexual.”

Keith shoves him into the water.

(or: lance and his family go to california for a two-month vacation. cue hot lifeguard keith gyeong-kogane.)

Lessons by amycoolz and SylviaW1991
Keith has been nothing but a thorn in Lance’s side since the mullet-haired ass first walked into the classroom. But when he decides to get himself shoved into the deep end and, wow, can’t even swim, Lance has to save his pretty self and then Pidge volunteers him to teach Keith how to swim. Great. Just great.

Nurse
Racing Heartbeats and Hospital Bedsheets by screwtodayimsleeping (nurse!Keith)
Me: Hunk
Me: Buddy
Me: emergency!!!!
HunkyBae: what’s up, lance? Are they not letting you out of the hospital yet?
Me: HUNK
Me: the male nurse that took my blood was probably the sexiest person i’ve ever seen
Me: and im literally wearing two sheets as an outfit

BUSINESSES (e.g. Coffeeshop, flower shop, animal shelter)

Office
eyes wide to you with wonder by aknightley
Keith doesn’t dislike his job, but he definitely dislikes Lance. Probably. Maybe.

“Coran thinks you’ll bang at the Christmas party but I think that’s giving you guys way too much credit,” Pidge says thoughtfully. “Hunk is a romantic. He thinks Lance is gonna ask you out any day now. I think he’s got a week or so before he owes me like a hundred bucks.”

“Pidge, what the fuck?” Keith says, flustered. He nudges them again with his foot, this time slightly harder. They scowl at him, swatting him away. “Why would you bet on me and Lance?”
Part 1 of Office AU

Flower Shop
i’ll gift you the stars by Kyoshu_Koi
Flowers and stars. At least they were giving him things he liked.

Cactus by PinkHitman
When Keith moves from the desert in the middle of ass backwards nowhere, to plop in the middle of the big city, he doesn’t expect to instantly grow fond of the tall, endearing, jerk across the street. But it’s hard not to see roses when said person works in a flower shop.

Arcade
got game by warschach
Lance hates his job until the one day he doesn’t.

Bakery
you’re so sweet; will you be mine?  by jojotext
A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery.

In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.

Coffeeshop
nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester
Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

SOCIAL MEDIA (Tumblr AU, bloggers, Youtubers, gamers)

Youtubers
you had me at merlot by DJAlien
“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

The Boyfriend Tag by theoddpacolypse
Keith and Lance are famous YouTubers, along with the rest of their friends, and though they consider each other “rivals” in some ways, they are actually incredibly close. So close that they are actually dating in secret and constantly dropping hints to their fans, whom desperately want them together.
Part 1 of What Happens on Youtube series

Gamers
Next Level (WIP) by battleshidge
“Dammit, Blue, don’t die on us yet! We only just started!”

Red’s voice snapped in his ears, and Lance cursed under his breath. He tried to backpedal quickly, but being flat on his back with the enemy looming above made for certain movement limitations. On top of that, he was already injured, and he could see the red patch spreading across his thigh. He could really use some of Hunk’s portable healing pods, that was for sure. And that, Lance observed, was a very nasty looking knife that was about to plunge straight through his chest.

Well, shit.

Effect: +100% Love, -100% Logic (WIP) by manamune
In the real world, Lance is barely making it by in his senior year. He’s failing most of his classes and is only one more fuck up away from being kicked off the swim team.

In the virtual reality game Voltron, Lance lives an entirely different life as the internationally-known Blue, an archer with impeccable aim. He’s filthy rich, has a trillion friends, and is a part of the most feared guild in the game.There’s just one problem: he’s madly in love one of his guildmates, Red.

Things begin to go downhill when a kid who acts suspiciously similar to Red transfers to Lance’s school.

Bloggers
a recipe for two by battleshidge
He wondered, briefly, what the look on Lance’s face would be if he actually did say yes.

It’s Mutual (Follow Back Already) by JessicaMDawn
At twenty-four, Keith decides to figure out what this 'tumblr’ thing is. It’s confusing at first, but Keith learns to have fun with it with help from a few new friends. AKA Keith’s adventures on tumblr.

everyone is gay: the musical // magnus & even, t+

aka: magnus has an awakening and even is unfortunate enough to be near it.
(for ceecee aka @westiris, thank u for supporting my impulsiveness love u)

“I gotta ask you something.”

Magnus blurts it out over lunch one day when it’s just him and Even sitting at the table. Even doesn’t even have to look up from his phone to know that Magnus is staring intently at him, hands in his lap as he waits for Even to tell him, “go ahead, lay it on me, I’m a human search engine.”

“What’s up, Magnus,” he all but sighs instead, tossing his phone onto the table.

Magnus doesn’t even hesitate before beginning with “So you’re bisexual,” and Even’s patience is already compromised.

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anonymous asked:

An imagine in which reader and Monty don't get along but the sexual tension is real so they end up having sex at the Crestmont wow

I’M SORRY THIS IS SO FUCKING LATE BUT I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. I’M SORRY THAT I DIDN’T SHOW MUCH TENSION, AND THE SEX MAY GET A LIL SAUCY GUYS SO BEWARE IF YOU’RE 9.


“Ew, why is he here?” You frowned, hopping into the back seat of Alex’s car and shutting the door behind you.

“Shut up, Y/N.” Monty replied to your comment that was directed to him.

“You shut up,” You bit back, putting your seat belt on. “Little turd.” You muttered, looking out the window to your right as Alex began driving to the Crestmont Cinema.

“Why don’t you make me?”

You rolled your eyes at Monty’s comment, leaning forward and facing him, who was sat beside the other window, Jess separating you both.

“I will,” You insisted. “In your dreams.”

He chucked darkly. “You’re already in them, baby.”

You scrunched your face up in disgust at the cocky smirk on his face. “Yuck.” You gagged. “Stay aw-”

“Can you guys just get along already, please?” Alex groaned, turning onto a main street.

“Yeah, just fuck each other for once, you know you want to.”

“Shut up, Justin.” You snapped, facing the boy sat in the passenger seat laughing.


“Get your leg off of me.” Monty whispered, pushing your leg gently from his lap.

“Make me.” You dared, mimicking Monty from before as you sipped on your drink and placed your right leg back over his lap.

Monty turned to you, but you ignored his gaze, as he smirked menacingly. You almost let out a gasp as he slowly moved his hand up along the inside of your thigh. You turned your head and met his eyes, the light from the movie screen shining onto his face, letting you see the change in his eyes and his smirk turn into a full blown smug grin before he turned to watch the movie again.

His hand was slow and soft, teasing your skin with sparks of excitement. You gripped his bicep, causing him to slowly turn and face you, keeping his eyes on yours as his fingers reached your crotch, causing you to close your eyes and let out a breathy sigh.

He leaned into you, kissing your jaw softly before moving along and down to your neck. To anyone else, to your friends, it looked like a simple whisper. You opened your eyes when he pulled away, looking over to see the most smug smirk he had ever worn.

“If you’re going to tease me with the trailer, you could at least show me the whole performance.”

He smirked at your hushed statement, grabbing your hand and jumping up, pulling you behind him down the stairs. You ignored your friends confused quiet comments, snorts of laughter, and gagging sounds as you headed down the stairs.

“We’re going to the bathroom.” Monty insisted, making your stomach twist with excitement.

“What if Clay sees us?” You asked, slightly worried, Monty pushing open the theatre doors and pulling you behind him.

“Who cares? It’s Clay!” He exclaimed, running down the large hallway and heading toward the toilets. “He’s too innocent to know what’s going on.” He mused.

“He isn’t five.” You rolled your eyes, following a rushing Montgomery into the men’s toilets.

“Whatever,” He hurried, turning from you to lock the door before facing you again. “Check the stalls.”

You laughed but obeyed, rushing along and pushing on all of the bathroom stall doors, them all opening with ease with no one inside. You were thankful tonight wasn’t a busy night.

You turned to Monty, smirking, before pulling him toward you and kissing him hard. His hands came down and cupped your ass, pulling you further into him, a smile lifting your lips while on his.

Monty pulled back from the kiss, trailing down to your neck instead. “I need you,” You breathed, your hands going to his belt buckle. “So fucking bad.”

He groaned against your skin, his hands tightening around the hold on your hips. “You sure?” He asked, his belt being dropped between you both. “We don’t have a condom.”

“I think you have good aim,” You slipped off your own pants. “Just pull out.”

He sighed, pulling you against him, stopping you from slipping his pants off too. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not one hundred percent sure you’re okay with this.”

You looked up to Monty, your stomach warming at how he actually did care about you, under all of that hard shell. “I’m sure, totally, one hundred percent sure,” You smiled up at him. “Are you?”

He grinned. “Yeah,” He breathed, landing a soft kiss on your lips. “Take my pants off then.” He chuckled, amused at your eagerness.

You laughed, but continued to take his jeans off, followed by his boxers, and his prominent little (big) friend springing forward. Monty let out a quiet moan as your fingertips grazed down his length, teasing him. He pulled you up straight and kissed you again, walking you both to the sink area and picking you up before placing you on top of the counter.

“We need to be quick,” He kissed your neck. “And quiet,” He pulled you forward, slipping off your panties. “Fuck,” He whispered. “We just need to be fast.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him hard. “Go on then,” You took one of his hands and placed it over your bare crotch. He shivered, growling into your mouth as he hoisted you up and spun you around, pushing your back gently in order for you to bend over the counter. “Fuck me.”

He laughed, warm hands gripping your hips from behind as his cock slid over your slit. You spread your legs further a part, giving him easier access, before he gently and slowly pushed in, a deep groan emitting from his lips.

“F-Fuck,” He gasped, his hand traveling under your shirt and gripping your back as you moaned at the feeling of him filling you. “Baby,” He gripped your ass, pulling out slowly before pumping back in.

You moaned, a bit too loud, making you worry Clay might knock on the door soon. “Fuck, M-Monty, yes.” You breathed, biting your closed fist as he began pumping harder and faster, the top half of your body leaning over the counter top.

He panted hard as he pounded into you from behind, his hands gripping your skin and yours covering your mouth so you didn’t moan too loud. You watched Monty’s face in the mirror and how his face changed with every push and pull of his hips. Fuck, he was so damn sexy when aroused.

Monty’s fingers reached around to your clit, circling the sensitive bud fast and hard, making you almost scream out in pleasure. You moved your hips with his hard thrusts, creating more friction with the mirrored action.

“Fuck, baby girl,” He growled. “Just like that.”

The nickname turned you on even more, and you simply moved faster and harder against him, earning deep moans from the jock behind you.

You could feel yourself climbing closer to orgasm, the twist in your stomach growing with every thrust of Monty’s hips and deep groan from his throat. The feeling of being caught made this so much more exciting, and Monty’s hands moving from your hips to ass to hair to thighs was driving you crazy.

“I need you to cum, baby, okay?” He panted.

You nodded your head, enjoying the feeling of his cock and his fingers, your mind swimming in bliss and exhilaration as the waves rolled through your body alongside a loud moan of Monty’s name. His loud groans accompanied the head to toe pleasure that warmed your skin and flushed your cheeks as you came onto his pumping cock.

Monty rode your orgasm out, relishing in the feeling, before he slowly pulled out of you. Straight away, his hand grasped his length and began to pump, lifting your shirt higher up your back. His moans filled the room, and as his groans began to break his hot cum shot along your back, causing a surprised squeak to fall from your lips.

“Fuck,” Monty moaned, taking a few deep breaths as you looked at him through the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair as his other hand continued to slowly glide up and down his hard shaft. “Y/N, oh god.”

He threw his head back, letting out a few deep groans, before letting go of himself, both of his hands going to your hips in order to support himself up right. He was elevated and worn out, an odd mixture, but totally worth it.

He stepped back from your bent over form and grabbed some paper towel to clean yourselves up with. You stayed where you were, letting Monty clean up as he insisted.

“Babe, that was s-”

“Excuse me?” A voice from outside the door sounded, followed by a series of knocking.

Your eyes widened and you spun around to Monty, his jaw slacked open in shock. Fuck. Shit. You located your clothes and picked them up, making sure your back was cleaned before straightening out your shirt.

“Shit!” You whisper shouted, putting your pants on. “It’s Clay!” You squeaked as you zipped your jeans up, facing an almost laughing Monty.

“What are we gonna do?!” He exclaimed in a hushed tone, amusement flashing in his eyes as he quickly ran and threw the paper towels into the toilet and flushed it. He cringed at the noise he just made, but threw his pants back on. “Quick!” He pushed you inside a stall. “I’ll get him away and you just run back to the theatre in like three minutes.”

“Okay.” You nodded, fixing your hair and clothes. “I’ll meet you in there.”

He grinned and kissed you, shutting the cubicle door before heading over to face a confused Clay in whom stood behind the main door to the bathroom. You could hear Monty’s belt being rushed back on, making you almost laugh.

“Hey, man.” Monty greeted Clay, you could imagine the wide cocky smirk on his face.

“Yeah, hey, Monty,” Clay replied distractedly. “Why’s the door locked?”

“Oh! I just didn’t want anyone coming in here,” Monty reasoned. “Shitting alone and all that.”

“Right,” Clay sounded disbelieving. “Well-”

“Can you help me choose a snack?” Monty cut in before Clay could continue. “Please?”

Clay sighed, and the image of his puzzled features made you almost laugh loudly. “Sure, Monty.”


** IM SORRY IF THERE’S ANY MISTAKES IVE MISSED. IM VV TIRED AS I POST THIS AND AM NOT WITH IT LMAO SO I APOLOGISE. LOVE YA **

Fall For You (M) | 03 (Final)

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 13,742
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, sprinkling of feelings
A/N: I feel like I’m sending my child to their first day of kindergarten oh my goodness. I hope you guys enjoy the last part!!

Part 01. Part 02 + Drabbles

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A mistake.

It absolutely had to be a mistake.

There was no way you were in love with Jeon Jungkook, absolutely no way in hell you had feelings for him that ran any deeper than discontent. It had been the moment, the conversation with Jungkook, the awe you’d felt when he showed you his forest. You had gotten caught up in that moment, and your mind had tricked itself into thinking you liked Jungkook.

You didn’t love Jungkook.

You loved his dick. And that was all.

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The Handmaid’s Tale: marketing, then and now

Comparing the Hulu adaptation of The Handmaid’s Tale to the 1990 version is… weird, because the old one seems to have been made with a “haha, this could never happen; let’s play it like a fun adventure thriller and sell it as sexy as possible!” kind of attitude. I mean, the trailer has this bouncy narration that starts with “once upon a time…” and turns the dystopian element into more of a soap opera.

And just take a look at the promotional art:

(…I don’t think that was the message of the book, guys. Sure, Offred was longing for human touch, or pretty much any kind of human connection, but I think that the book was more about women being reduced to wombs with legs, not state-owned prostitutes… It was about the desperation of needing to give birth or face punishment. Everything about this dystopia was hyper-de-sexualized.)

Oh, and my favorite:

“A psychosexual movie shocker.” With what looks like half the cover of a cheesy romance novel, minus some buff shirtless guy.

(I also think it’s kind of funny that they say “once upon a time in the near future” sex became used for control and domination, as if rape and prostitution haven’t existed for centuries… but okay…)

I’ll admit I haven’t seen this version (or the Hulu one, for that matter), but I do appreciate that they cast a properly old and creepy man in the part of the Commander, and a properly aged woman for his Wife. The Hulu casting is a little youthful, if you ask me; the book characters felt very weathered, and I think it mentioned that they were supposed to be quite a bit older than Offred. Her “affair” with the Commander is supposed to feel very weird and unsettling, partially because he’s this old man who wants someone to play Scrabble with and dress up in sequins.

Anyway, then we had what I call the “holy shit these dystopias are too real” phase, culminating with the new Hulu adaptation of this particular dystopia, which is waaaay too relevant to today’s issues.

See? This is how you depict the feeling of objectification. Not with a topless woman bathed in flattering lighting – by objectifying a woman yourself, you’re not sending a message so much as continuing the trend. Especially when you sell your film as some kind of sexy romance. “Branded, sold, controlled: she belongs to The State” doesn’t quite cut it; this very simple, very clear message does. Offred is no longer human, she doesn’t have a face; she is just an object. Objectified.

(This also has some fantastic layering because it recalls the messages that you might find scrawled across the bathroom mirror meant to demean other girls; part of Gilead’s system involves pitting women against each other: Wives against Handmaids, Handmaids against Aunts, even Handmaids against each other out of jealousy and in the Red Center with their slut-shaming. To stay in power, the men at the top make sure that the women below them are too occupied with resenting each other that they forget to look up at who the real enemy is.)

*holy FUCK*

Now THAT is how you market a dystopia. This story is not some scandalous fantasy set in the near-but-distant future; it’s a warning, of what might be lurking just around the corner. The Handmaid’s Tale is an incredibly frightening book to read today, because of the things that are being allowed to happen in our society. It shows what happens when we let sexism flourish, when ecological and political crises make us paranoid enough about national security that we let the people in power take away our rights. It is a fucking nightmare.

The Show must go on

((Okay, so @doodledrawsthings got me interested in hell’s au, and then the subject of mortality came to be. Then @kitkat1003 wrote an amazing fic, and well… this happened)) . . . .

Dear Bendy,

I guess it wouldn’t have been long before Joey and I would kick the bucket. Who would have guessed 70 years in the studio would go by so quickly am I right?

Anyway, I guess this is just a bit of a sendoff before Joey and I take our dirt nap. If by some miracle by God you start getting a sick feeling in your stomache, excessive ink overflow, or wanting to lay in bed for all eternity and contemplate your existence, then just think of this as revenge for trying to drown me in ink on that Thursday those years ago.

So yes, surprise! People die for real here. It’s a damn slow, natural thing we do, a thing we can’t control. No one lasts forever in this world no matter how hard we try to make them last. So you’ll probably think, “Henry! You sicko! Why the hell are you so nonchalant about this?!” I won’t say anything or course, because you know, I’ll be dead.

And besides, you always said that I was a sort of moody guy. I guess you finally rubbed off on me after all these years.
But hey boss, chin up, here comes the better part. We may not last forever, but you, Boris, Alice, everyone else, you guys sure will.

Now you’re probably getting mad at Joey for making you this way right? Even I still think he’s insane for doing what he did, but after this experience I have realized some virtues in his work. Bendy, you’re a legacy. The people of this world know that one day they’re all going to die. Some like me and Joey accept it, but keep on hoping. But there are others who know it, but they’ve given up all hope. They forget how to laugh and enjoy their time here because they don’t see the point.

That’s where you and the gang come in. When Me and Joey drew you, we wanted to make you all into someone everyone would love. You’d make them laugh, cry, even get scared when you try to drown them in a flood of ink and suffering (I’m never letting this go, not over my dead body). Because what you do reminds them that despite it all, life can be fun.

Wipe that ink off your face bucko, you’re only halfway through the sentiment.

This is for Boris. In case you’re still wondering who’s a good boy, well, I’ve got the answer buddy. It was you all along.
Keep swinging that clarinet of yours like there’s no tomorrow, because you never know when someone’s gonna need some cheering up from a certain good boy. (It’s still you, you loveable pup) Don’t worry about us okay buddy? We’ll be fine. Just make sure Bendy doesn’t cause too much trouble alright?

Now for Alice, who knows, maybe you will end up as popular as Bendy some day (I said might Bendy, don’t get all huffy). In the meantime, keep those boys in line as much as you can. They need you more than they think they do. And remember to tell Boris to turn off the system after recording, no one likes hearing Wally singing “Dancin’ Queen” acapella.

And finally, we’d like to thank you all for bieng our crew. Thank you for the laughs, the pick-me-ups, the random dances, the naggy critics, even the times you tried to drown us in ink. But most importantly, thank you for bieng our legacy. You made our dreams come true, now go on and make everyone else’s do the same.

Goodbye, kiddo.

Your creators and friends,

Joey and Henry.

Can I just

Why does the fandom in Dear Evan Hansen just see Jared as some 2 dimensional asshole who ate a bath bomb once? He’s seriously so much more developed and interesting but I rarely see anyone even really talk about him. Sure he starts out as a pretty big dick bag towards Evan, he doesn’t even consider them friends. But Evan starts asking him for help and advice, as Jared so humbly gives (He charges Evan for it but that’s part of his character, I’m not denying hes not a dick I just think there’s more here).
During Sincerely Me Evan seems super focused on the fantasy hes creating with Conner, someone already gone and he could never even have the opportunity to be friends with. But Jared seems more focused on having fun during the song. He’s having a fucking blast fucking with Evan, he sees it more as them bonding while it seems like Evan sees it more as him bonding with Conner.
Jared actually invites Evan to come over one day but Evan says he can’t. Jared started out as saying he only talked to Evan so his parents could pay for his “car insurance”, but no is going out of his way to try and hang out with him because he considers them friends. (Theres also the part where they’re pitching the idea of the Conner Project and Jareds basically completely ignored and Evan just takes an idea Jared through out.)
During Good For You, Evan tells Jared that they need more emails to show Conner getting worse. Jared laughs a bit and tells Evan he “…should remember who his friends are.” Thus prompting Evan to ask “I thought you just used me so your parents could pay for your car insurance.” Then Evan says something like, ‘So I think you just want to hang out because you don’t have any friends!’ Which makes Jared super defensive and changes the subject telling Evan he could tell everyone everything. That’s also, I believe, the last we see of Jared in a story aspect. 

In short Jared starts growing closer to Evan during the whole Conner Project thing but Evan doesn’t seem to connect with Jared at all. Jared wants to become closer to him but Evans projecting all his friendship wants and needs on Conner and now has Zoe to be with. Jareds just left behind during all this but no one seems to even care. The fandom doesn’t ever address how fucking sad Jareds arc is. Evan choice Conner, the dead guy he never actually knew, over Jared who is desperate need for friends. 
Yes, Jared is a dick who likes to have fun, but he’s more than that. Also he’s always the one to bring up the “gay” shit and hes the seemingly trying to force it on Evan. I don’t even know if I headcanon him as gay but I don’t get why no one ships Evan x Jared but everyone loves Evan x Conner even though Jared said he could picture Evan jerking off so much he broke his arm~~

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enemies to lovers is my ultimate kink goodbye

There were no words to describe just how much I hated Harry Styles. The way he dressed like an off duty model, the way he never cut his goddamn hair, the way he always got what he wanted. I had begged our director not to cast him in the role opposite me.

“I’ll do anything, please, give another guy a chance.”

She raised her eyebrows at me, “I’ll give another guy a chance when they get as good as Harry.” I sighed and closed my eyes as she continued. “We don’t give handouts in the theater and we certainly don’t let our disdain for other actors get in the way of our art. So be professional, I expect more from you than this petty nonsense.”

“Yes ma'am.” I murmured as I looked over her shoulder at Harry who was talking to some of his friends, laughing about something he had said that I’m sure wasn’t funny as he picked his satchel up off the ground and threw it over his shoulder.

Harry knew I hated him. It wasn’t a secret. He also knew he would get this role and we would have to play lovers. He knew I would rather die than play someone who was supposed to be in love with him. And he auditioned for the role anyway, winking right at me when he announced which role he wanted. Fucking wanker.

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We did our first scene together the next day, scripts in hand as we proclaimed our love for each other. In my head I was thinking of absolutely anything else, like what I was going to eat for dinner tonight.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop!” Our director yelled as Harry leaned in to kiss me. I tried not to slump in relief. “I feel nothing.” She threw her hands up in the air, “I picked the two of you because you’re the best I have and I thought you could overcome your differences–”

Harry and I immediately started babbling, trying to defend ourselves, talking over one another.

“Enough!” She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. “The two of you are going to do an exercise together to work on your intimacy.”

“Fantastic.” Harry muttered sarcastically. “I don’t need to do this exercise,” He said louder, “She’s the one who clearly zones out when doing scenes with me it’s like she’s not even there.”

I started to defend myself but she said, “Then maybe you should try to be more captivating, Harry, honestly I almost fell asleep myself listening to you.” I snickered and Harry glared at me, “You’ll both do the exercise or I recast the both of you.” We started to protest but she held up a hand, “If one of you can’t do it you both lose your parts. Work together.”

I was furious. I couldn’t believe this idiot was going to make me lose my role.

“Now, the exercise.” She clapped her hands together, “Props! Get me some blankets and pillows!”

I already did not like where this was going and I could see the look of horror mirrored on Harry’s face as we watched the props team set up a makeshift bed in the middle of the stage.

“I want the two of you to lay down under those blankets like you’re husband and wife and I want you to talk to each other. I don’t have to hear it, no one in this room has to hear it, but I want you to talk. I’ll know if you didn’t do it right so don’t even try to fake it.”

I looked around the room at the rest of the cast and crew, “…With everyone watching?”

She rolled her eyes, “Everyone take a twenty minute break!” She announced and everyone dispersed, leaving us alone on the stage. She soundlessly pointed to the blankets and pillows and turned away from us.

Harry and I glared at each other for a few moments, “Are you going to do this or are you going to continue acting like a child who throws a tantrum when she doesn’t get her way?”

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the blankets, “Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Maybe if you were nice to me I wouldn’t be,” Harry said sitting down next me, “You know, most people like me, I’m still not sure why you don’t.”

“It must really kill your ego that I don’t like you, huh?” I settled onto the pillow, Harry following after me, facing each other on the ground. “The one girl in the whole world who won’t get on her knees for you.”

“Not close enough!” Our director yelled from the audience.

I sighed and scooted closer to Harry.

“Put your arm around her! Jesus, you’re in love for Christ’s sake.”

Harry sighed and put his arm around me, pulling me close enough so I could feel his breath on my face. “Only girl who won’t get on her knees for me, but didn’t take much to get you into bed.” Despite myself, I laughed and our foreheads touched. “Ah, she has a sense of humor after all.”

I stopped laughing, “I’ve always had a sense of humor, you’re just not funny.”

“Why aren’t you touching him, Y/N?” I sighed at the sound of her voice before resting a hand on his cheek, lightly scratching against the stubble on his jaw.

He smirked at me, the smug asshole. “That feels nice.”

I resisted the urge to slap him and instead took a deep breath. “Come on, it’s not that bad pretending to be in love with me.” He squeezed my waist. “I’ve been told I’m an excellent lover.” He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. “Let yourself fall in love with me for a minute.” He said and his voice was so soothing I closed my eyes. “I could fall in love with you. I’ve thought about it sometimes, when I watch you onstage. You’re so incredibly talented, you’ve brought me to tears more than once. I’ve always wanted to act opposite you even though you hated me.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I was so still, I wasn’t entirely sure I was breathing. “And those lips…” He pulled back from my ear until his forehead touched mine, “I’ve thought about kissing them more times than I care to admit.”

I stared at him, suddenly conscious of every place his skin touched mine. “This is all part of the exercise, right?” I whispered.

He blinked. Instead of answering his finger reached up to graze my cheek and then cupped behind my neck before pulling me to him, our lips colliding gently at first as they explored unfamiliar territory. He was a nice kisser. He had soft lips and knew when to speed up movements, when to pull me closer, when to nibble on my lip and I was breathless when he finally pulled away. His eyes were wild as he looked at me, thumb still idly stroking my cheek.

“Of course.” He breathed. “Just for the exercise.” But he made no move to pull away from me and instead rubbed his thumb over my lower lip.

Sons of Lawrence #13

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Elen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Meg Masters, James Novak. 
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,861
Warnings: Angst, language, medical jargon
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.
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“This isn’t a fairy tale, Mr. Winchester,” Doctor Novak stated matter-of-factly. “Y/N suffered extensive internal damage. I can’t tell you long it will take because I don’t know how long it will take.”

Standing next to Dean’s hospital bed, John had his arms crossed and a scowl on his brow. “I don’t expect immediate results, doc. But there’s gotta be something that can be done.”

James Novak crossed the room and turned on the lights of the x-ray panels on the wall. He opened a large manilla folder and pressed the film up until it got stuck. He ran a finger along the outline of Y/N’s skull. “When Y/N got thrown from the bike, she hit her head. Now, the helmet saved her life, but it also did some damage,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “Along with a severe concussion, the impact resulted in a hematoma. In layman’s terms, clotting of blood outside the blood vessels.”

Mary, who was holding her son’s hand, asked, “Is it serious?”

Doctor Novak nodded. “It can be very serious if a hematoma occurs inside the brain. Unfortunately, that is what occurred. The clotting can cause pressure to build inside the skull, which is a factor into why she lost consciousness. Hopefully that won’t last too long. We went in and drained what we could.”

“What else?” Dean rasped, his throat raw from having a breathing tube removed earlier that morning.

Another piece of film was slapped up. “There was a lot of scar tissue from what had been repaired 3 years ago. This time, she was stabbed more than once. Add in the internal damage from the accident and the loss of blood, Y/N is looking at a rough recovery.”

There was a collective heavy sigh between the Winchesters as Dean pushed his head into the mountain of thin pillows.

“Thank you,” John murmured and held out his hand for the doctor.

James’ lips pressed into a thin line as he shook John’s hand. “Y/N was on a lot of my cases over the past year; she’s an amazing person. I promise that I’ll do everything in my power not to lose her.”

He went to leave the room, but stopped suddenly and rummaged in a pocket of his crisp, tan jacket. “I almost forgot,” he whispered.

Mary held out her hand when James approached and extended a fist. The ring she had given Y/N the other day fell softly into her palm. She choked on a sob and almost crumbled under the weight of John’s hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll get that back to her, Mare,” John promised, his own voice tremulous with emotion.

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Stiles listens to his dad ask him the same question that comes up way too often, and gets lost counting the dark flecks that scatter across the white expanse of the all-too-familiar hospital ceiling. Here again, and ‘He’ll be fine,’ the doctor says.

His dad wants to hear it from Stiles’ lips, though. Is he okay?

Is he really okay?

His answer doesn’t come as easily as it used to, no quip or snap back like it’s easy come easy go. The feckless lie sticks in the back of his throat, burning away like a hot coal choking the life out of him.

I’m fine.

He’s said it more than a million times, and no super-hearing anybody has heard his heart skip a single beat. Or maybe they did, but that thought doesn’t make it any easier, because that means they’ve ignored it a million times, too. And it should be easy, he’s brilliant at lying straight to his father’s face these days. Stiles knows how to twist a definition to make it true, how to believe in nothing and make it something.

He’s fine.

Molehills out of mountains.
Tip of the iceberg.

Shrink it down until it’s just an ember, a single flicker of pain low in his chest. It burns enough to remind him that it’s there, but cool enough for him to force the words out.

He stops counting the tiny holes in the ceiling, and plasters a bright, brilliant lie across his face.

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I'm a rangers fan so I don't like the bruins out of spite™ but I've seen a lot of stuff about how they're actually really good guys off the ice. I don't like how dirty they can be on the ice but I get that it's a part of the game so I was wondering if there's anything you can share about why you like them I guess :)

They’ve explicitly supported Both of their Pro womens teams and have donated money to support the womens games. Individual players and the organization itself.

The players and the organization have also been one of the most outspoken supporters of the LGBT community, making a big deal about supporting gay rights and transgender rights (they released a video of patrice bergeron talking about how the team supports trans people). 

Zdeno Chara has literally raised all these children from birth to be respectable and compassionate adults.

They’re fun, they’re not concerned with elitism and being “classy” in the old school hockey sense, they’re here to entertain but know when to draw the line. for instance Brad Marchand is always compared to Andrew Shaw. Andrew Shaw called someone a f*ggot on live tv. Brad Marchand has explicitly stated no one is allowed to use that word and has gone out of his way to hold people accountable for it. 

also they have a tv show called behind the b and they don’t take themselves seriously at all and they call their coach dad??? they literally at one point made a line so that every guy who entered the dressing room was told they were missed after the bye week??? both jarome Iginla and jaromir jagr who have been around for a long tiem have said that there isn’t a room closer and with a more positive energy than the boston bruins team??? zdeno chara doesn’t like rookie culture because he thinks it ostracizes the young guys and he wants them to feel apart of the team??? chara also has learned 7 languages so that no guy can come to the bruins and have no one to talk to??? they’ve never really had a super star they just all work so hard ??? claude julien (who isn’t their coach anymore) refused to say anything bad about them when they were knocked out of the playoffs becuase he loved them so much??? and on fathers day he said he couldn’t be more happy because the 20+ guys in the room were the best sons he could ask for?? and bruce cassidy their new coach goes around hugging players who had bad games to make them feel better???

There’s just this huge atmosphere of positivity and love and accountability and support not just for each other but for their fans as well. They hold themselves to a certain standard and to get there they do it with good vibes and love, but they also don’t let people get away with bullshit. 

like 100% you shouldn’t like them on the ice cause rivalries make sports fun and i love habs fans and i live in toronto and I got booed going to school in my krejci jersey but when i flipped the guy off he laughed and smiled at me and i smiled back and !!! that was nice and good !!!!

I wrote a longe rmore comprehensive post about this but I can’t find it. 

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Stiles is drunk. The party slides around him in washes of color and sound– everything transient, nothing sticking. Bass thumps in his eardrums, turning his stomach. Derek appears as a blessing, half out the door before he even makes it through the foyer, but still the most solid thing Stiles has seen all night.

“I hate this,” Stiles whispers, his breath hot against Derek’s sensitive ear. “You’re the only person here worth talking to.”

“Okay,” Derek says, his hand settling solid and reassuring on Stiles’ hip. “So let’s go somewhere that isn’t here.”

EDIT:

“What were you even doing there?” Stiles peers at Derek curiously over the rim of his mug. The coffee isn’t quite strong enough to dissolve tooth enamel, but coupled with the brisk walk from the rave to the diner, it’s doing wonders for counteracting his buzz. “A warehouse party isn’t really your scene.”

Derek shrugs, placidly plowing his way through a mountain-high portion of chicken souvlaki. His knees keeps knocking against Stiles’ under the chipped Formica tabletop, and Stiles can’t find it in himself to pretend to mind.

“Didn’t really look like your scene, either,” Derek says, meeting Stiles’ gaze unblinkingly. His wackadoo eyes make Stiles’ head spin, and it’s easy to blame it on the booze. Bourbon, Stiles thinks admonishingly. When will you learn that bourbon is not your friend.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he huffs, darting his hand across the table to snatch a few of Derek’s fries, nearly knocking a glass of water over in the process. Derek rolls his eyes heavenward with a sigh, and then rotates his plate so that the truly impressive mound of deep fried potato is facing Stilinskiwards. Stiles bites down on a victorious whoop, and grabs another handful to cram into his mouth.

Derek watches him chew happily, his ridiculous eyebrows drawn together in the expression Stiles has categorized as “exasperated but fond.” It’s much preferred to the look that Stiles used to get, which was better classified as “imminent manslaughter”.

“So, this is nice,” Stiles begins, at the same time Derek sets down his fork and says, “Scott told me about your fight.”

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jadethunderhoof  asked:

Yo this isn't angst but... 2D getting jealous because is flirting with other people despite 2D and the reader not dating? Like 2D getting jealous and being like "why don't you flirt with me" yet he's never said anything to let the reader know that 2D likes them.

A/N: *grace jones voice* thAT;S WHAT I WANTT


Jealous!2D/Reader (Oneshot)

Word count: 2,360


The gust of air condition is by no means unpleasant but it takes you by surprise as you step past the automatic doors at the roller rink, the loud bass over the speakers sending vibrations throughout your chest. Noodle walks ahead of the group, almost running towards the skate counters, leaving the rest of her band mates and you behind. You pull your hands out of your jacket pocket, and look around as you follow her, everyone dressed up in 70′s fashion as it was the theme of tonight. 

You hear a muffled voice to your left and turn your head, “Huh?”

“It’s crowded,” 2D repeats himself over the music, walking up a bit so he’s closer to you.

“Yeah,” you say looking around, “It’s pretty dark in here so you don’t have to really worry about being recognized,” you say turning to the others. 

The four of you meet up with Noodle at the counter as she eagerly taps her nails against the counter, “Skates are half off because it’s Tuesday,” she explains before her skates are handed to her. She takes them quickly before shouting, “Meet you guys in the rink,” and runs off.

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Of Filth and Men

WARNING⚠

This isn’t a necessarily happy fic

It’s one of my ideas for an end to the Filthy Frank Show.

But if you’re curious for what lies ahead, you have been warned.


Frank lines the three of them up one by one.

“Cover your ears. All of you.”

They do as he says.

Sal turns around. Afraid.

“It’ll be alright Salamander Man. Just turn around okay? Here take your flute.“

Sal begins to play his classic song.

“Pink Guy.”

He spins around to look at Frank.

“Hey buddy, can you rap for us? Reaaaallly fuckin loud I want the neighbors to hear that shit. And no matter what you hear, do not uncover your ears.”

He perks up and sings his tune with his ears covered. Frank can’t understand his gibberish but he knows he’s calmed.

Lemon is curled up on the end going on and on about twenty-one, as usual.

Frank pulls the gun out from his waistband and cocks it. He starts with Sal. He puts the gun behind his head and looks away.

“I’ll see you soon buddy”

Gunshot.
His flute hits the floor and his body drops.

Pink Guy continues his song, much louder and much more disconcerted than before.

Frank attempts to gather himself as he moves to Lemon. He puts the gun behind his head as he screams. He was about to pull the trigger but

“w-wait Franku please I don’t wanna die”

Frank, astounded by his first use of actual speech, lowers his gun.

He crouches down next to him

“It’s gonna be okay. We’re going to a better place. No more Chin Chin, no more worries.”

“T-Twenty-one?”

“Yeah sure fuck it twenty-one.”

He stands back up behind him, gun in hand.

“We’ll see each other soon.”

Gunshot.
He slumps forward as fluids drain from his body.

And finally, Pink Guy. Frank finds this the hardest to do. Pink stops his song and uncovers his ears. He opens his eyes and stares about the bloodied room, and at the bodies of his friends. He breaks.

“God dammit Pink Guy, what the fuck did I say?”

“Franku why?”

“Because there’s nothing left for us here. Chin Chin will be here soon we’re running out of time. And I can’t stop him. No one can. And I’m not letting him take you guys. I’m not letting what happened to Safari Man happen to you. This is the only way. Now shut up an-”

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO”

Gunshot.

Pink’s life flashes before his eyes.
He’s drowning.
Fighting to stay alive.
He remembers being chased in the pitch blackness, only the red light of his torch guiding his way.
He remembers the cool touch of a blood filled tub. He remembers the vomit, he remembers the pain.
He remembers Chin Chin’s curse. He remembers the agony he was put in.
He remembers Frank saving him.
And he trusts him.
He closes his eyes.
And he let’s go.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUUUUUUUCK”
Frank screams as he cradles Pink’s limp body. He puts the gun to his head.

“I’m coming Pink Guy, I’m….”

But he can’t do it.
How many times had he had a shot gun in his mouth?
How many times had he said he wanted to kill himself?

But now that the time had come, he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger.

“Need some help?”

Frank looked up to see that familiar face.

George stood over him with that laid back attitude he always had.

“Fuck you faggot, get out of here”
He threw the gun at George’s feet.

“I just wanna help. You want out of here, and I… want you gone. It’s over Frank.

Frank looked up again but lost breath at what he saw.

George stood there in his grey hoodie, black track pants, and those classic Nike’s.

But a dark force stood beyond him, he could make out a shadow lingering over him.

It was Chin Chin.

“You know what he wants. What we both want. Now either you let me help you, or he will.”

“…Fine. Fuck ass.”

George laughed.

“Even to the very end, you’re still an asshole huh? I know there’s more to you than that. I’ve seen it.”

“Wanna suck my ass while you’re down there kissing it?”

“I’m gonna miss you Frank. You’ll always be a part of me, and I’ll never forget that.”

“Gay.”

“Don’t cause too much trouble up there. And hey lighten up. You’re free now.

“…”

“And so am I.”

George pulls the trigger.

A loud gunshot heard for miles rings out.

He releases a sigh of relief, the shadow of Chin Chin fades away, and the whole world is lifted from his shoulders.

“I’m free.”

anonymous asked:

um i don't know maybe a modern day newt thing where he's reader's college roommate or in the same classes as her & he obviously fancies her and everybody can tell but her? hope that didn't suck too much

Didn’t suck at all lol and sorry for the wait! Hope you like it ❤️

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Imagine: Being Newt’s college roommate. (Modern day AU)

“Queenie, I knowwww. Geez. Yes…okay, yes. No, I don’t care if you think Dr. Graves is a hot professor, you can’t go flirting with him.”


Newt smiled in amusement, still looking down at his biology textbook as he listened in on your’s and Queenie’s phone call. He knew many women flocked to the psychology courses simply for Dr. Graves, but he’d like to think you didn’t quite see it that way. Call him jealous, but he’d like to think you had better standards than some older man who rocked a cool haircut.

“Okay, I’ll meet you guys later. Of course Newt is coming…”

Newt glanced up momentarily at the sound of his name, and he raised an eyebrow at you. Your smile was a naughty one, and he can only venture a guess it wasn’t going to be something he liked.

“Mmk, I’ll see you later then. Tell Jacob I said hi.”

You tapped the end call button, tossing your cell on your small dorm mattress, and plopping yourself down on Newt’s bed. He twirled around in his chair, book laying on his lap as he glared at you.

“What exactly am I doing?”

“Before you say no, keep in mind you owe me for the last time.”

“What last time?”

You sighed at the zoology student, elbow resting on his desk as you waved your hand about. “You dragged me to some weird exhibit that had animal carcasses everywhere.”

Newt closed the textbook, placing it back in his bag as he chuckled. “I can assure you, that was far more than an exhibit of dead animals. Each one was an experiment on how the environment and other predatory creatures-”

“Yeah yeah, word of advice next time take me out to dinner as a date not a museum of death.”

Newt almost laughed at your playful words, except one part in particular made him freeze. He looked up at you, a small blush forming on his freckled cheeks. “A…date?”

Newt’s crush on you was no secret to anyone, although apparently he thought he hid it well. But, a man can only stare at you so much before it became obvious. However, you liked the reserved student just as much. Being honest with yourself, you never thought someone like him would be your type. He was handsome, no doubt, but judging by your dating rap sheet, party boys seemed more your area. And yet, the first time you met Newt he was just different. In a good way, of course. He was kind, gentle, sweet, and loyal to a fault you’d think. There were times you didn’t think you even deserved his friendship, let alone his adoration.

“Yes…” You replied, smirking over at the blushing man. “I mean, if you don’t want to go out-”

“I do!” Newt blurted out his answer a bit quicker than he wanted, and he looked down at his hands, stumbling over his words. “That is…um, if you’ll let me. May I?”

He was beyond adorable in your eyes, and how could you possibly decline such an offer? You got up from your spot, and took a seat on his lap much to his pleasure. Newt smiled up at you, still unsure of what to do, but he didn’t deny himself the pleasure of your company.

“You may, Scamander. Which is perfect timing, because we’re going on a double date with Queenie and Jacob tonight.”

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anonymous asked:

Prompto with a really insecure fem!S/o? Like they really don't like how they look and are always asking him if he really loves her and thinking what does he see in her?

A small drabble for rubyreddemise because she had a nightmare and asked for a little Prompto fluff. It’s a little bit of hurt/comfort, but Prompto is just too sweet and wHY CAN’T WE HAVE TEN

“Do you really love me?”

The words completely broke his heart. Prompto gaped at you, unable to come up with a reply to what you were saying. His tongue felt dry, and he couldn’t seem to locate his voice.

You glanced at him from your spot on his couch, silent tears blurring your vision. “I just don’t know what you see in me, Prom. I’m not beautiful. I’m not a super model. I’m not…I’m not anything.”

Prompto violently shook his head and grasped your hands. Your eyes met his and you saw a whole mess of emotions—anger, hurt, disbelief—welling up inside.

“How could you say that?” he asked, a little louder than he intended. When you shrank back, he bit his lip. Quieter this time, he said, “You are the most incredible person I have ever known. When I met you, do you know the first thing I thought?”

You shook your head.

“I thought that you were the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on. I figured you were out of my league. And then when I spoke to you for the first time, I knew I was right,” he chuckled distantly, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Of course I love you. I’ve always loved you. How could I not?”

You laughed too, but it was derisive. You shook your head, bringing your knees to hug against your chest. “I’m just being stupid.”

“No,” he stated. “You’re not. Look, babe, I know what it’s like to not be happy with how you look.” He hesitated a moment, and then seemed to decide something in his mind. “Wait here.”

Prompto got up and went into his room. You heard him shuffling around, unsure of what was going on. He returned with a handful of photographs, most of them looked to be about five or six years old.

“Look,” he handed them to you with shaking fingers. You took them curiously, and examined them. They were all of him—but a younger Prompto, shorter and much chubbier, looking into a mirror with a camera flashing in the reflection. You flipped through them and saw as he progressively got thinner and thinner, until you saw a thinner, teenage version of the man who was sitting in front of you.

You looked back up at him, at a loss for words.

“I hated myself,” he said quietly. “Thought I wasn’t good enough to be Noct’s friend because of my weight. So I starved myself, made myself run every day just so that when I finally felt like I was ready, I could go talk to him. The thing is,” Prompto took the photos back, looking at the chubby, younger version of himself. “I don’t think Noct cared either way.”

“Prompto…”

“What I’m saying is,” he sighed, putting the photos down and taking your hands in his. “I love you for who you are. All your imperfections. All the things that make you, you. Look,” He lifted his shirt, showing the streak lines on his belly from where he’d lost the most weight. “I even have stretch marks too.”

He poked at his belly with a goofy little grin and you couldn’t help but laugh. You quieted down though, giving his hands a squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Prom,” you said. “I just can’t help it sometimes, you know? You’re just…I just see you as this perfect guy, always so happy and so thoughtful, and I don’t know if I can ever measure up to you.”

“That’s the first time anyone’s ever said that about me,” he joked before settling on a more serious tone. “But I just want you to know that I’m not perfect, either. But if you love me the way that I love you, whatever imperfections I have don’t bother you. Just like how your imperfections are part of why I love you so much. You’re human. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

You let a tear roll down your cheek, and Prompto was quick to wipe it away.

“You’re allowed to feel sad and insecure. Hell, I feel that way all the time. Have you seen Gladio’s arms?”

You couldn’t help but laugh again. He grinned.

“I don’t want you to be perfect,” he murmured as he pulled you into his arms. “I just want you. All of you, all the time.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, and saw how he looked down at you. His eyes were so warm, so devoted. You leaned up and kissed him, feeling all of his love pour into you. He pulled you into his lap and held you close, your lips never parting from his. When you finally came up for air, you tucked your head under his chin and he rocked you against his chest.

“Be patient with me,” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, your breath still a little uneven from crying earlier. “Please?”

Prompto kissed the top of your head, gently running his hands up and down your back. “Babe, you and I have got all the time in the world.”

anonymous asked:

a blurb where you and niall are making out, louis comes walking into niall's place cause he also has a key and you guys don't notice for a while until he says something?! lol. please ????

Babysitter’s Club - Part 2 

Part 1

The past weeks after your late night confession with Niall had been a strange rollercoaster of emotions.  There was a huge weight that had been lifted knowing you both felt the same way about each other.  There were no more secret glances or trying to restrain yourself every time you wanted to touch him.  When the sudden urge to run your fingers through the short dark hair behind his ears, you did it.  And nine times out of ten, you were rewarded with a soft purr and the scratchy stubble on his jaw nuzzled into your arm.  The downside to this newfound affection was the raw nerves of pushing past just being friends..  There were sweet kisses and cuddles and some wandering hands, but nothing overly physical.  You knew you were turning him on - you could feel the effects of your touches pressing on your hip or back when things started to get heated.  And you were beyond turned on - just the drag of his fingertips down your arm when he reached out to hold your hand set alight a fire in your belly.  But each time you were certain things were about to tip over the edge to the next step, Niall pulled back.  You’d questioned him one night after a particularly intense kissing session on his black couch.  When he had abruptly sat up and tossed his jumper onto the houndstooth ottoman, you’d pulled him back down and pressed your face into the warm skin on his neck.  

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What kind of girl they would date
  • This is my opinion, about what I feel they would find attractive traits in girls. You don't have to agree with this, this is just my personal opinion.
  • Harry potter: I think Harry would date someone who would be very understanding. She would give him space if he needed and will be a listening ear when he needs it. She will be someone that will always be there for him. I also think that she would be kind, maybe a Hufflepuff, yet very brave. She wouldn't be afraid to stand up for herself and the ones she loves. She would stand up for Harry, too, although he didn't need it.
  • Ron Weasley: I think Ron would date someone who was in Hufflepuff. I just think he needs someone who thinks he is just as important as Harry Potter. I think he needs someone who will support him and tell him how important he is to her personally. She would be kind, and smart but would rather spend her time outside in the sun than studying. She would be someone who enjoys the little things. I also think she would be on the sensitive side, wanting love and being afraid of rejection.
  • Draco Malfoy: I think Draco needs someone who is a really good listener and can deal with a lot of his problems and talk. I don't think she would be jealous. I do think she would be a Slytherin. They would fight a lot, just because she could be a bitch when she had enough. I think she would also not give in in just a few hours. I'm pretty sure they could have fights for days because they are both just very stubborn. I think she won't like Muggleborns, just like Draco. That would be one thing they had in common. i don't think she would hate on 'blood traitors' and not on the other Houses unless she had a good reason. She would also like Quidditch and only cheer for him.
  • Fred Weasley: Fred would date an extrovert, someone who loves to laugh and isn't shy. He would like someone who is bad at hiding how they feel, making them an open book. I think she would love to prank and barely ever gets jealous. She would, however be less understanding for his problems and would just laugh at him getting detention( unless with Umbridge, of course). I think that she would be very sarcastic and bubbly. She would have a lot of friends, guy friends, too. That was something Fred wouldn't like too much. I think she and her guy friends would often innocently flirt, making Fred angry and causing small fights. He knows she would never cheat, because one of her good traits is loyal, something I think Fred needs.
  • George Weasley: George, unlike his twin would date someone on the shy side. Not very shy, but more to herself, with less friends. She would be very kind and sweet. She would take her studies very seriously and in the beginning, she wouldn't like his pranks. She would grow into them and even covering for the twins. She would never be a part of them, however. She would like to just lay outside in the grass with George, and he would like that too. It would just be the two of them, kissing, hugging, laughing. She would be very funny, just not many people know that.
  • Neville Longbottom: Definitively a sweet girl. However, she won't be very shy, she would be more outspoken and not afraid to tell people what she thinks. She would listen to all of Neville's problems and when necessary, she would tell him to snap out of it and go o with his life.
  • Oliver Wood: I think Oliver would date someone who LOVES Quidditch. I guess everyone knew. She doesn't need to play it, but just loves it and never miss a match. If she plays, she would be just as competitive as Oliver and if in an other house, the two would definitively be very competitive, making bets and trying to get the most amount of people on their side. After for example, she loses, Oliver would rub it in her face before complementing her. I think he would be very sweet and caring, unless she said she will beat him in the next game, then he will go defensive. They would be very cute and as I like to put a stamp on everything, GOALS.

anonymous asked:

(part 1) ur gonna roast me for this but im legit curious why mafia AUs are so bad? im asking in a non confrontational way, i get it romanticizing mafia is wrong, but i also believe that 1)most mafia AUs are a really toned down type of mafia;2)they do make for some interesting kinds of dynamics with fanart and with fics; 3)in a fic specifically u can create your own world and call something mafia and still make it so they don't kill innocent people but only idk members of other gangs or sth

(part 2) plus theyre a way to put ur charas in a completely diff context and see what theyll do. i mean i dont believe that writing ships in a certain context (like mafia) equals romanticizing that context. mafia AUs arent even my fav things to read (in fact i almost never do), im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

I’m not gonna roast you don’t worry xD okay wait let me check if I replied to this already if yes I’m gonna c/p because it’s half past midnight otherwise I’ll just go at it again wait *checks tags* fff obviously I don’t have a general post but anyway pls read this after you’ve done with my post and then this which is also choke-full of links. plus for a (not nice) laugh: here. AH WAIT I FOUND THE POST.

okay, so, let’s have it out of the way: I have nothing against mob aus or crime aus. I have a problem against calling them mafia AUs because in the US mafia = organized crime at large, in Italy mafia = ACTUAL EXISTING ORGANIZATIONS THAT ARE ACTIVELY HARMFUL. now that I introduced the topic I’ll c/p you the reply I gave to another anon who while discussing the issue pointed out that most writers don’t even know Italian mafia is a thing, which is pretty much on the same discourse so…

*The thing is - in the US it might not be enough of a deal anymore and I honestly do get why people make the mafia = regular mobsters, since the mafia was the first foreign organized crime being exported to the US via italian immigrants (sorry if this sounds horrible in English but I just woke up and I still didn’t have coffee) so I understand that mafia became the umbrella term.But the thing is that - as you said, these people don’t even know that there’s a mafia in Italy anymore or where the word comes from.

 I’m going to link to italiansreclaimingitaly’s tag about the mafia and its perception outside Italy because they posted about this extensively and it’s an excellent resource, but meanwhile I’m gonna do a very short bullet point list and about the topic:

  • Mafia might not be a big deal in the US, but it still is here. We have the beauty of four different mafias (Cosa Nostra - the Sicilian one, camorra which is the one in Campania but has tendrils spread everywhere, the ‘ndrangheta which is in Calabria and the Sacra Corona Unita in Puglia) which are all active [especially camorra and 'ndrangheta] and whose actions have direct impact (negative) on our economy and on our society. Actually mafias are one of the main reasons we’re currently economically fucked up, and if I start talking about how mafia culture keeps some areas literally backwards I could talk about it for three months.
  • There are still people who are killed for standing up against them. These days the most prominent personality is Roberto Saviano who is a writer who dared to put together a book documenting minutely the way camorra works and he’s been living under protection for years by this point. Like, they want him dead because he wrote a book. And I’m sorta sure that he was talking about leaving Italy and going to the US after years of sticking with it here because he can’t take it anymore but I don’t know if it was a taken decision or if it’s still debating it.
  • It wasn’t even thirty years ago that we had the stragi di mafia - in english it’d be something like the mafia slaughters, basically around the beginning of the nineties there were a number of bombs planted by the mafia targeting people who were trying to oppose it including judges Falcone and Borsellino, actually the anniversary of Falcone’s death is like… tomorrow. And they’ve killed people for way longer than that. Here is a list of only Cosa Nostra victims including the ones from the eighties/nineties. And people are still dying because of it. The slaughters I’m referring to are just the ones in the nineties which are enough of a number.
  • They also perpetuate a culture where if you testify against your mafia-employed relatives you’ll be shunned forever. There are women who testified against their families and couldn’t see their children anymore never mind that they weren’t automatically considered a relative anymore the moment they sided against the mafia. Some people have committed suicide after becoming witnesses also because our police force/justice system can be terribly non-supportive in this kind of situation so they got left on their own. Never mind that back in the day - it was the beginning of the nineties? - I recall at least a particular story of - I think, correct me if I remember wrong but I can’t remember the names for the life of me - where this guy testified against the local mafia when he either used to work for them or was forced to pay them the pizzo and in retaliation his six-year old (or five? Anyway he had a son younger than ten for sure) got kidnapped, killed and thrown into acid to dispose of the body. That happened in what, 1993? 1994? It’s pretty much yesterday. And now the camorra is doing the same - there’s a list here of camorra victims among which accidental passerbys that got killed because they were in the way which I can tell just by glancing is not complete. And I’m not even going into the 'ndrangheta. That is to say, here mafia still kills people and cripples our country.

Now, I get that it’s a word, but the point was: let’s say that instead of the Italians the Japanese came to the US first and the umbrella word for organized crime was yakuza rather than mafia and let’s say yakuza was still what it was originally in Japan while in the US it stopped being a big deal and people write yakuza!AU instead of mafia AU. Let’s say someone Japanese gets angry at that and goes like 'listen the yakuza is a real deal it does this this this and that and it’s a plague in our country so can you please at least look it up before writing your fanfic’, which is what had happened way back then when this whole mafia and fanfic thing blew up. A bunch of people told us to get over it because it’s just a word and if it’s a problem in Italy it’s not in the US so why should they care? Now, if we had been Japanese (or Chinese or Russian or Mexican) would they have said the same thing? Considering the general tumblr attitude I’m pretty sure they would have received either an apology or 'this is an important deal let’s keep that in mind’ with signal boost reblogs and stuff. 

It’s the fact that we should get over people not knowing that it’s still a real problem for us and that they can’t take five seconds to google it that is the problem imo. Especially when instead of mafia au you can just say mobsters au or tag it as organized crime and everyone is a lot happier, mostly because as the tag above explains romanticising the mafia is a good thing for them because it means they can act outside Italy with less stigma because everyone thinks that the mafia is dead or not relevant anymore, if I’m explaining myself. (And it’s active outside Italy - like, there was a mafia kill in Germany in 2007 where six people died (sorry the link is in Italian but there isn’t an English wiki page, if you look the city up you’ll find something probably) and it was because of the 'ndrangheta.

I’d really like to not get worked over it because it meant it was a thing of the past y'know, but the problem is that it isn’t and I’d rather spread some awareness in hope some of these writers look it up (because it’s a good thing that people know what mafia is since as stated they have tendrils everywhere - if you read Saviano’s book the entire first chapter is about how camorra regularly deals with Chinese import/export in Italy for one) than shrug and figure that since they’ll think everything is good for fanfic then it’s not even worth my time.*

Now, ^^^ that was the c/p-ed reply that should answer most of your doubts. What I didn’t address was:

im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

aaaand as we say here in Italy, this is where the donkey falls (sorry we have weird sayings), because in theory there’s nothing wrong with that… except that in 99% of the mafia aus I’ve seen around the thing is that they’re supposed to be cute.

like, I see a lot of shit with TINY MAFIA BOSS STEVE ROGERS with RUSSIAN ENFORCER BUCKY (????? bucky isn’t even russian???) and the yoi thing I saw before had the japanese character being the leader of a russian mafia gang which is… like… guys it doesn’t happen it really doesn’t, and a lot of them re-use wrongly terminology taken from the godfather without context or knowing what the hell it means, and it’s always from the criminals’ pov and they’re somehow seen as criminals doing justice where the police can’t (???) and like… no. mafia bosses/enforcers/employees are bad people period, and at least here if you try to leave or repent they kill your family in retribution. like, not even ten years ago there’s been a woman who used to belong to a mafia family (or one colluded with the mafia) who testified and her entire town/family shunned her and she couldn’t take it anymore and… killed herself drinking acid if I don’t recall wrong. it’s not even special cases. this shit is not funny, it’s not cute, it’s not adorable and it’s not good fodder for your imagine your otp scenario (srsly I saw one like.. let me find it,

LIKE. just look at this shit. in a regular context, the enforcer goes to the show owner to force them to pay a monthly sum to their boss lest they destroy their shop and their lives and their family’s life never mind that mafia culture is deeply homophobic so the mafia enforcer flirting with the shopkeeper is like completely fucking out of the question. I mean, people here like to shit on the sopranos but that show was actually excellent representation of Horrid Criminals Who Were Never Supposed To Be Good People and the small arc that happened when one of tony’s friends turned out to be gay (closeted) was REALLY well done. btw, it ended that when they found out he was gay most of the crowd rejected him and thought badly of him until I think they killed him also for other reasons, but that spiraled from finding out he liked dick. and that’s american mafia that they actually based on well-done research of the culture in Italy it came from, I assure you that here it doesn’t work that differently. like. the shit above is so inaccurate and frankly offensive, it’s like… I get people romanticizing problematic stuff but the thing is that when you tell them that it’s actually offensive you get brushed off as ‘ah well you’re being too sensitive it’s just a word u__u’. now, I’m all for exploring shit we wouldn’t be into, but not like THAT, because that’s like mafia romantic comedy and that’s not how it works. now, you wanna do a fic where the mafia characters are deeply flawed and bad people and the police tries to catch them? fine, great, go ahead. you wanna do a fic where the enforcer above deals with dunno an entire life of internalized homophobia when he finds the shopkeeper attractive and feels conflicted over having to con money out of him and doing horrible shit for a living and maybe understanding that crime isn’t worth it and then he actually collaborates with the police and gets shit from about everyone he knows and loves for that? okay, awesome, go ahead. nothing bad in that.

but the shit above is not exploring things we wouldn’t/writing darkfic, it’s THINKING THAT A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION WHICH IS STILL A THING IN OUR PART OF THE WORLD IS CUTE AND ADORABLE. and that only plays in their favor because it takes the bad aura out of the word and we really should not let that happen. like. that is what is bad about mafia aus and mafia discourse, that people don’t realize the mafia is alive and well and thriving and not a thing that doesn’t exist or a generic word for organized crime.

you wanna write the shit above? okay, CALL IT CRIME AU or mob au, not mafia au.

btw, add-on: idk if I mentioned it in the above post or not, but in case I didn’t, I said that people would balk at the idea of a mexican cartel au. sadly since then I’ve found out a fandom where not only there is one but it’s also extra cutesy and people apparently love it and it has a bunch of kudos/comments and idek I’m not even touching that with a ten foot pole but like… I’ve avoided it and everything that author wrote because to me it’s just… nope. like, nope. if you do mafia aus don’t make them fucking cute. (also: in the same fandom I had to mute a v. famous fanartist whose art I actually liked but did cutesy mafia aus and.. like… haahahhaahahahahaha nah sorry. can’t go there. nope.)