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Valentine Double Date

A somewhat long fic (around 6k words) about Touken and Ayahina’s double date, which began from a girl’s innocent attempt at pushing her Onee-chan and Onii-chan together. Mostly fluff, hints of angst. This is a fic I wrote to have fun and let myself go so it’s nowhere close to the standard of my older fic, but this poor lonely single soul just wanted to have something to do on Valentine’s Day. ;_; Enjoy!

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“Please say yes!” Hinami was almost screaming, as she clasped her hands together and leaned forward in a perfect bow. Kaneki and Touka blinked in disbelief for a moment, looking at each other before looking at her again. 

“You want us…” Kaneki murmured hesitantly. 

“… to follow you and Ayato on your date?” Touka continued, tilting her head in confusion. “But why?”

“B-Because… tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and…” Hinami murmured, her cheeks completely flushed as she shifted about uncomfortably. “I feel uneasy going out alone with him.” 

“Uneasy?” Touka wondered in confusion. “But weren’t the two of your partners in Aogiri? You were alone quite a lot, right?”

“Yeah but…” Hinami sighed, took a deep breath and let it out, fingers fumbling with one another. “This is different from that… I just… don’t…” 

“If you don’t want to go, you should tell him—”

“No! I want to go!” Hinami yelped, cutting into Kaneki’s words. “But but but… A-Ayato-kun scares me sometime!”

“Oh, is that so?” Kaneki said, turning to Touka with a blank expression. “I don’t mind… Is that okay with you, Touka-chan?”

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persuesjackson  asked:

5, 11, 19, 24, 31, 33 for nessian bc these two destroy me on a daily basis as do your headcanons for them lmao

OMG NO-ONE EVER ASKS ME FOR NESSIAN STUFF THANK YOU. i love moriel and elucien i doooo but it’s exciting to shake things up, I hope you enjoy these OKAY LET’S GO. 

5. Who usually has nightmares?

Oooooh right off the mark with the angst/hurt/comfort. Hmm. I think Nesta’s are possibly more frequent? And they usually don’t wake her up, Cassian has to watch her thrashing in her sleep for a little while before he manages to rouse her. And if they do wake her up she never screams or bolts out of bed or really shows any sign of it outwardly? It’s all very very contained and kept within herself?

 But sometimes Cassian wakes up and she’s not there and he knows exactly what’s happened. He takes the blanket off of the bed and pads into the bathroom where he inevitably finds her curled up on the cold stone floor trying to calm herself down. He sits down beside her and wraps the blanket around her shoulders then he sits a little apart from her. He doesn’t touch her or speak or do anything to disturb her peace until she shuffles closer to him and puts her head on his shoulder. Then he wraps his wing around her and tucks her in close. 

Sometimes she cries. Sometimes she talks to him about it. Sometimes she asks him to talk to her. Sometimes she just sits in silence and lets him hold her and be with her and that helps. Cassian lets her dictate everything, he doesn’t try and push her into talking or touching him or any of it. He just sits and is there for her. When she’s ready she takes his hand and leads him back into the bedroom and they curl up to sleep together. Some nights she can’t face that and instead she takes his hand and leads him out onto the balcony. Then he scoops her up into his arms and they fly for a while until she falls asleep against him. 

Cassian’s nightmares are much less frequent but they’re far more violent and intense. Sometimes it’s his wings being shredded all over again. Sometimes it’s worse and it’s him being too slow, or not acting at all, and instead he’s watching Azriel die right in front of him while he does nothing. Sometimes it’s people he’s slaughtered on the battlefield - in some cases hundreds of years ago - that return to haunt him. But no matter what it is he lives every one of them. He feels every bit of them all over again as though he was there. 

Nesta hates them. She hates what they do to him, how sick they can make him, how much they hurt him and how that pain is one that she can’t easily take away. When he wakes up it usually takes him a moment to realise where he is and sometimes he tries to get away from Nesta when she tries to comfort him, still trapped in the dream. The times he does that ruin her even though she knows it’s not rational. But she helps him a lot. She’s very, very calm and very grounded, her voice is cool and soft and low and it helps to anchor him. 

She rubs his back and holds him and reminds him that he’s okay, he’s safe now, he’s here with her, those things are all in the past. They can’t hurt him anymore. She won’t let them. She says this so fiercely that it never fails to draw a little smile out of him and then he’s kissing her forehead and she’s pressing their brows together and he’s okay again. 

Some nights he needs to just get away. and get away now. That used to destroy her. When he would just lurch away from the bed with his head in his hands and launch himself into the air and away from his pain, from his past, from his memories…but also from her. She understands him more the longer they’re together and a lot of the time he takes her with him but…She knows when he needs space and she gives it to him. She makes sure she’s waiting for him when he comes home and she has a glass of water and a blanket ready for him and there’s a fire burning in the hearth so that he never has to come back to darkness. 

once he crawls back into bed with her she wraps her arms around him and cuddles him so tightly and doesn’t let him go. She watches over him all night and only once he’s been asleep peacefully for a long time does she let herself fall asleep again too. 


11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies?

Hmm…I kind of want to be Difficult and say that…neither of them really like either??? Nesta doesn’t like horror movies because…they’re predictable and dull for the most part and she doesn’t have any time for them. Cass doesn’t much like them because they make him jump. And then he has to spend a month insisting that it did not make me jump, Nes, you’re imagining things. Nesta just -_- over romance movies and Cass is too busy teasing her for her repeated huffing and eye rolling to actually watch the thing. 

Nesta is a total Nerd I think she likes sci-fi things and fantasy things but her favourites are documentaries. She’ll just curl up in one of Cassian’s oversized sweaters and sit and stare at them for hours and hours and hours. Cassian likes them too and they sit and snuggle and watch them together. Right i have no idea why like there is no justification to this but I can see Cass having a guilty pleasure thing for like old westerns as well as old black and white movies? He doesn’t let this known to many people and he doesn’t indulge in them very often but..he is fond. 

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

Ahem, “Nesta ‘Sweetheart’ Archeron” - Courtesy of Captain Pet Name himself. Cassian. The answer is Cassian. (I feel like if Nesta is calling you a ‘cute’ name…you have fucked up. Like big time. And you’re probably in public with her. and she needs a way to alert you to the fact that you have fucked up big time and that your death is fast approaching but in a way that is socially acceptable? And so she just like, ‘that’s nice, dear’ and Cassian just WELL I have somewhere very important to be. the other side of the country. actually no, no another country entirely, I have to put an ocean between myself and what’s coming to me) 

24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener?

Oooooh interesting. I actually think this is pretty mutual when it comes to important stuff? If one of them has something they need to tell the other then they take on the appropriate role? Cassian is actually a really good listener like he’s a great person to tell your problems to he will just absorb them all and listen so intently and you know that he cares so much about whatever it is? Like he never makes a problem feel small or stupid or insignificant? If it’s important to Nesta then it’s important to him. Nesta is a very good listener too, she’s more intense than Cassian and sometimes people wonder how much she’s taking in because she doesn’t react that much? But the wheels are turning in her head and she’s already coming up with a half a dozen plans and suggestions and ideas for what to do. She just doesn’t emote as much as Cassian does when he listens? 

When it comes to just casual every day stuff though Cassian is definitely a prattler and Nesta is quieter? If they’re just doing stuff around the house Cassian will chatter away while Nesta nods absently. It always looks like she’s not actually listening to him and is absorbed in her work but…She’s taking in every word her mate says to her. 

31. Who is more affectionate?

Cassian is much more kind of ‘typically’ affectionate? In that he’s much more sort of emotionally/verbally/outwardly affectionate in that squishy loving kind of way? He gives her lots and lots of kisses and makes her beautiful breakfasts in bed and lavishes love and praise on her at all hours of the day and night and he will do anything in his power just to tease a little smile out of her (he lives for her smiles and her laughter is like the fountain of youth to him (I KNOW HE’S ALREADY IMMORTAL, SHUT IT AND ACCEPT MY CHEESY METAPHOR)) 

Nesta…It’s kind of like the talking/listening thing again? Nesta’s is..much quieter, much more reserved, much more subtle and much harder to see? It’s the way she always knows exactly what time he’s going to be home and makes sure there’s a cup of tea sitting waiting for him on the table beside his favourite armchair (even if she’s upstairs pretending that it’s not a big deal) And in the way she’ll lift his book off of him and carefully mark his page when he falls asleep reading because she knows it takes him forever to find his place again. Or the way she can see through his big smiles and false laughter if someone says something that’s upset him and how she’ll look after him afterwards - a soft touch, her hand slipping into his, a gentle squeeze, she’s there, she loves him, she understands. It’s little kisses in public that she uses to surprise him when she knows he needs them or how she’ll go out of her way to find information on this one incredibly obscure topic that’s important to him and then brush it off like it was easy. 

So I think they’re both..equally affectionate it just manifests itself in extremely different ways. But these two were made to love and be loved with every single piece of themselves. And they give and expect nothing less in their partner.

34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?  

See you’d think because Nesta’s technically more serious and practical and put together that Cassian would be returned to her? But nope. Nesta gets the ‘if lost’ t-shirt and Cassian gets the ‘I am’ t-shirt because he is both the commander and the mother hen in this relationship (and Nesta has a tendency to wander - like she just vaguely starts ambling because oh look, a rare book stall…oh! they have interesting paints over there I should get some for Feyre, oh flower arrangements- wait where is Cassian? so she gets lost more and is therefore in need of returning) 

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When I wake up, I’m afraid...

Headcanon inspired by Afraid - The Neighbourhood. High school JiKook. Little angsty. I was convinced that this will take me like 1 - 2 pages. Nope. 5. Anyway. Here it is. Excuse any mistakes, will correct once again later (I always manage to miss something, somehow :<)

• Jungkook is the unofficial king of his high school. Sometimes he wonders how he even became one. He’s not mad rich, he doesn’t possess mind-blowing qualities, even his grades are just average.

• Nevertheless, there’s this thing about him that makes everyone fall into him; into his voice, his moves and even orders.

• Orders – that’s something he doesn’t like to give. But his group of friends, or, to use a better word, companions, are not letting him to just live without a single care. And he has a reputation to keep. That’s why everyone knows him – because they either respect him or fear him. There were people who didn’t belong in the first or the second group. Simply put, they ended badly.

• At first, Jungkook cared about other people, but as time passed he became immune. He wasn’t always a bad person, but he enjoyed power too much to just let it go, just so his weak heart would beat peacefully.

• He had everything he wanted at this point of teenage life. Still, there was something missing within him. It made Jungkook mad. He hated when he felt weak and now it’s been weeks he felt like there’s a wound in him, deep, bloody, getting wider every day. He felt unsatisfied.

• He never let himself to think about it for longer than just a glimpse of a moment, but under his demeanor of a leader dwells a universe full of insecurities. Aggression, sadness, anxiety – emotional cocktail of confused growing up man.

• With every day he starts to become more and more paranoid, clinging into high school like it was his whole world. But he realizes that this will end one day and he will be nothing again. Powerless. Loser.

• Maybe it’s karma, punishing him for all the people he ever bullied and humiliated. But on that Tuesday he suddenly breaks down. He and few of his classmates cornered this guy and beat him up really badly. Over the blood flowing from his nose, he just smiled. “You think this is real life? Wake up you prick. Once high school ends you’ll probably lose your mind, huh?” Jungkook flinches, but keeps his face stern. It was like this guy was reading out loud his recent fears. “And a little fun fact: no one likes you, anyway. I know you probably think they do. But everyone despise you. Even your friends.”

• Jungkook kicks the guy in his knee, causing him to drop down on the floor. He sees his classmates finishing him off as he turns over and with quick, large steps walks towards one of the less used bathrooms.

• He knocks the door to the stall open and throws up. He feels almost insane as he starts shaking, bile stinging on his tongue.

• He tries to recollect himself, but as he sees his pathetic face in the mirror, chopped lips, red teary eyes caused by all the vomiting and pale cheeks, he simply can’t. His hands turn into fists and he clenches them hard before punching dirty tiles on his left. Pain shots up his arm, knuckles protesting, but he doesn’t stop.

• All he sees is red and black, falling in and out of consciousness as he repeatedly hits those tiles with both hands. He doesn’t know how, but suddenly he lets his body slide by one of the stalls. Jungkook realizes he’s sobbing.

• God, if someone walked in right now, he would be so done. So, so done. But no one does, just…

• “Ehmm, sorry?” soft quiet voice suddenly enters Jungkook’s ears and he jolts. What the fuck? He was just looking at the door, nobody entered, so…

• “Are you ‘kay?” Jungkook looks over the second stall, the one that was closed when he stormed in. The voice is coming from there. Oh Jesus, how could he be so fucking stupid to not check it before all of this?

• “Looks like I’m okay?” He growls. “Did you enjoy all of this without saying a shit?”

• There’s shuffling in that stall and the person is quiet for a while before he responds.

• “Sorry. I didn’t want to interrupt you and then I was going to wait until you leave, but now I have a class and I should really go.”

• Jungkook can’t believe it. He’s angry, and at the same time exhausted. “Do you know who I am?” Maybe the person didn’t look or something, he hopes.

• Person in the stall coughs. “I think so, yeah.”

• “Well then fucking keep your mouth shout about this if you want to live.” Those words sound much stronger than Jungkook feels. As he hears the stall opening, he drops his head low, so he wouldn’t have to see stranger’s, probably amused, face. He hears footsteps and door opening. Jungkook sighs.

• Suddenly, he hears door closing and footsteps coming towards him. Before he realizes it, hands are cupping his cheeks and someone crouches in front of him. He flinches, trying to get away, but the person won’t let go. His touch is soft but steady. “What the fuck?!”

• Jungkook blinks and looks at the person in front of him. Kind, curious eyes are staring back at him, full lips glued together in worried expression. “What are you doing?” Jungkook’s voice is suddenly a whisper.

• That boy in front of him speaks with the same soft voice as before, when he talked to him out of the stall. “I think I can skip that class…” Jungkook stares at those brown eyes, trying to find sign of mockery in them. But he can’t find anything like that there. The boy in front of him frowns. “Or I don’t have to… I just thought you needed someone.”

• Jungkook doesn’t say a thing; he just closes his eyes and leans into the gentle touch of the other one’s palms and the unknown boy stays silent, too. After few minutes he pulls Jungkook into a hug, brushing his hair with his fingers. Jungkook just lets him, feeling his eyes getting wet again.

• When they say their goodbye hours later, Jungkook feels uneasy. “How can I trust you?” Other one just shrugs. “You can’t, probably. You just need to wait and see. Call me, if you want to talk.”

• Jungkook is a mess the few next days, just waiting to be publicly humiliated. Nothing like that happens, though.

• He never really trusted somebody, never believed that someone could be able to not betray him. But now, Jungkook finds himself trusting Jimin – that’s the name of the boy – more and more each day. He feels his guts shaking when he thinks about it – what if Jimin just waits for the right moment? He has no reason to be like this towards him.

• But Jungkook just cannot help himself. He started to trust Jimin the second he closed his eyes and held Jimin’s hand that rested on his face, in fear that he might let go (his hand was tender, warm and very calming).

• More trust was wrenching his insides just moments later – when Jimin went through his bag and found tissues, then soaked them in water and without a word gently cleared Jungkook’s wounded knuckles.

• And when Jimin hugged him, Jungkook almost lost his mind. Even days later he could smell scent of Jimin’s hair; he could feel Jimin’s warmth on his body. And every day, when he realized how vulnerable he is for Jimin, his chest threatened to burst.

• Jimin was always too understanding for his own good. He knew it. But when it came to Jungkook, he felt something radiating out of the younger boy. He could never explain it, he just felt Jungkook isn’t a bad kid and he needs him. Honestly, he had no idea why he reacted like that when he was supposed to leave those toilets with Jungkook sitting on the floor, looking desperate. Fear rushed through his body as he held Jungkook’s face, but it was quickly altered with calmness after Jungkook’s movements made it clear it’s okay.

• So Jimin never expected Jungkook to acknowledge him at the school halls. He knew Jungkook is not really confident about their friendship and fears any interaction with anyone outside his group. When they pass by each other, they just look briefly at each other and process in their ways.

• Jungkook reached out to Jimin on the second day after their bathroom encounter. He just wanted a friend. Despite his uneasiness, he wanted to trust someone so badly.

• Jimin always took Jungkook’s hand when he reached it towards him, pleading, yet without any expectations.

• They start to share things about their lives with each other. Little things at first, but as days pass, once Jungkook, once Jimin share their deeper thoughts.

• After just three weeks Jungkook knows more about Jimin than about anyone, besides his family members. And even when it wasn’t easy for Jungkook, he opened up to Jimin as he never did to anyone, before.

• They call, they text and hang out when they can. Jimin sometimes wondered about Jungkook, hurting him, too. What if one day Jungkook will be fed up with him and uses all of those things he knows against him?

• These doubts are definitely answered by Jungkook on one day. Jimin just told him he feels shitty after fighting both with his mother and brother, and he’d rather not talk with Jungkook now. An hour later Jungkook calls him from under Jimin’s window, holding some junk food and waving at Jimin.

• “How did you even know where I live?” Jungkook looks at him like he’s an idiot. “You told me once, don’t you remember?”

• They spend next five hours watching movies and eating. Meanwhile, Jimin tells Jungkook all about that fight. Jungkook doesn’t say anything; he just reaches out and hugs Jimin. Jimin never thought about it, but now he’s getting lost in scent of Jungkook’s hair the same way Jungkook did in his those months ago.

• They stay like that for the rest of night, too comfortable to let go.

• Jungkook realizes that his imaginary wound is almost gone, no more emptiness in his chest. He feels satisfied ever since he befriended Jimin.

• Slowly, he starts to drift away from his classmates and – so called – friends. Nobody understands what’s happening with him, but now, for change, Jungkook doesn’t care. He completely stops ignoring Jimin in school; now it’s almost impossible for Jimin to move without Jungkook by his side.

• Jimin’s not complaining. He introduced Jungkook to few of his senior friends and they slowly started to accept him.

• Towards the end of school year and Jimin’s graduation, Jungkook has real friends for a first time. They were skeptical at first, but after all, they trusted Jimin more than mistrusted Jungkook. Exceptionally Taehyung fell in love with Jungkook’s nature – his real nature, that kind one. As Jungkook lies in bed one night, he realizes he’s happy.

• Jimin’s graduation is coming in two weeks and he’s gonna leave for college after a month.

• Not only him, but all of his and now Jungkook’s friends, too. But they aren’t the problem. Jimin is.

• Jungkook starts to be anxious and nervous again. No longer was he calm when they ate ice cream with Jimin, watching some stupid anime. No longer had he let himself to smell Jimin’s hair when they hugged. He couldn’t. This will be gone, and while Jimin didn’t betray him, his heart feels terribly hurt.

• For whole three days he avoids Jimin. It’s honestly almost ridiculous. On top of this all, Jungkook was confused as fuck when he realized how different those feels towards Jimin are from those towards rest of their friends.

• He tried to reason with himself that it’s just the fact that Jimin didn’t give up on him on that Tuesday six months ago. “Jimin is just your first real friend after years, that’s it. Calm down.”  

• But, despite the fact he never loved someone in that way, he knows that’s not the reason he acts and feels like this. He’s in love with Jimin. That’s why this all hurts so much.

• Jimin’s not okay with all this, either. After Jungkook ignored him for days, he starts to wonder if he did something wrong. Maybe it was something he said? He hurts a little, too. Maybe Jungkook realized how much Jimin likes him and that’s the reason he avoids him? Jimin made sure to never reveal that he likes the younger one more than just a used-to-be-a-jerk friend. But…

• On fifth day Jimin has just enough and storms in Jungkook’s apartment after calling his brother to make sure someone will open him, because Jungkook probably wouldn’t.

• “What the fuck is going on, now?” Jimin stands in Jungkook’s door, staring down at Jungkook. He was laying in bed and something, really sounding like after break-up ballads, was playing in the background. When Jungkook notices Jimin, he sits straight up.

• “Who let you in?!” He demands, turning off the music.

• “Your brother. I called him because I knew you wouldn’t open. What the fuck, Jungkook?“

• “You can leave now. I’m not in a mood for this shit,” Jungkook almost pouts. Jimin’s having none of it. With two steps he’s near Jungkook, sitting down next to him on the bed.

• “Don’t you dare to be an ass to me now.” Jimin grabs Jungkook’s hand and he doesn’t pull away. “Kook… can you tell me what’s going on? Did I do something?”

• Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. Of course Jimin didn’t do anything, how can he think something like that? It was all him, not being capable to control his freaking feelings and hurt.

• “It’s just that this ends… you know, you’ll leave. You will meet new people at college. And I… I’m gonna stay.” Not even for a second he looks over at Jimin. He just doesn’t want to see his reaction after this embarrassing and childish confession.

• Jimin’s grip on his hand strengthens. “This was it? This whole time?” He chuckles, but falls silent very quick after noticing Jungkook’s serious expression. With his free hand he makes Jungkook look at him. Younger one still tries to avoid his gaze. “We have another month. And my new college is just an hour by train or car. Not even mentioning you’ll be joining me in just a year.”

• “But…” Jungkook now looks Jimin in the eye. His cheeks are pink now, but Jimin thinks he’s probably just imagining it. “You won’t be at school. It won’t be the same. I… over those months,” Jungkook averts his gaze again, pink in his cheeks intensifying, “I changed. I owe you so much and… I’ve never met a person like you. I’ve never had a friend… well…”

• Jimin feels his heart beating a little faster, unsure. But, same way as he knew Jungkook is not a bad person, he somehow senses there’s more. He just needs to ask.  

• “Jungkook,” he stares in Jungkook’s eyes which are now locked with his. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you, but… is there a chance you like me?” Jungkook blinks and now Jimin’s almost sure he’s not imagining the redness in younger’s face. “You know… maybe, more than just a friend?”

• Jungkook focuses his gaze behind Jimin with shocked expression. That confuses Jimin. He looks over his shoulder to see what captured Jungkook’s attention, and just as he’s turning his head around, he feels touch of Jungkook’s lips on his. Jimin closes his eyes and lets his heart to try and burst out of his ribs. It’s a sweet kiss, gentle, almost shy. After a while, Jungkook pulls away.

• “Yes, there might be a chance. A huge one, actually,” he has no idea where he got the confidence to do and say this, but he doesn’t have a chance to feel nervous about it, because Jimin smiles with the most beautiful smile of his and his eyes are staring at Jungkook with the same amount of softness they did on the first day they met.

• “You have no idea how happy you just made me,” murmurs Jimin and tugs Jungkook in a tight hug at first, quickly pulling away and kissing him again. This time it’s not a shy kiss at all.

timdrakeothy  asked:

Do you have any fluffy headcanons regarding tim + kon and affection? Like not just type of affection that they might give each other (whether in canon or in a romantic relationship), but maybe how they feel regarding affection? I've seen headcanons with polar opposite ideas for affection for both of 'em so I'm wondering about your thoughts on it! <3

Babe I’m so sorry, this is one of those ‘oh boy I love this ask so I’m gonna save it for when I have time so I can really get into it’ and then more asks happened so heck, imma typing it now. Hope you’ll still accept it.

- Once Tim and Kon come out as dating, Kon starts dropping the ‘I love you’s like ASAP. He throws them all around for everyone to hear, says it before (sometimes after) every kiss, before he sends Tim back home, anytime he can. Tim is very reserved on it. He just smiles or says 'thanks’ or 'yeah’ all embarrassed when Kon does but he can’t bring himself to do it. It really upsets Kon at first because he thinks maybe Tim isn’t as into him as Kon is. Now he’s worried that he’s pressured Tim into a relationship but Tim quietly assures him that’s not true, he just needs time. So months pass without the words ever passing from Tim’s lips until one time, Conner is hurt badly, struggling towards consciousness in the Medical wing when, out of no where, he hears it. “You can’t leave me Conner, I love you too much.” And Kon is overwhelmed because the amount of care and want and love in that tone is just too much. Kon recovers but never brings up Tim’s words because he sees it now. Tim is shy, he’s scared of those big words so he says them with his eyes, or his body language or his soft smiles when Kon says something dumb. So Kon continues to throw the words around all the time while Tim saves his for special, quiet moments but their different approaches to expressing their affection are accepted because that’s how they are and they love each other for it.

- Tim loves to be touched, romantically, platonically, literally any way. But conversely, it also makes him anxious. He was touch starved as a kid, he wants and craves that sort of easy affection but when he gets it, he doesn’t quite know how to respond. He automatically tenses up and makes people think he wants them away which in turn makes him want people more. Only the few who really get to know Tim understand that once you let him relax into your touch, if you make him feel like he’s not bothering you, like you won’t snatch away your touch, then he’ll just melt into the feel. Dick was the first to realize, then Kon/Bart/Cassie, Cassandra picked it up immediately, Steph gets it a bit. Bruce understands but is shy with touch himself so he leaves it to the others.

- To Kon, attention and affection are basically the same thing. If you look at him, address him as a person and do things with/for him, he will just melt. He thinks taht’s one of the very early things that made him fall for Tim. Robin was just so effortlessly kind, so attentive to things. Even when he and Kon fought early in the YJ days, he still took the time to explain things Kon didn’t get. He did his best to be friendly but not patronizing when he did this, looking the clone in the eyes, showing him calmly but carefully how things worked. Tim remembered things Kon told him, helped Kon develop his likes/dislikes by encouraging him to explore and generally being aware of Conner’s struggles but not treating him less. It’s those little moments of affirming touches, knowing smiles and Tim’s soft voice explaining things from human perspectives on things like pain to various movie plots that Kon can trace back his first love.

anonymous asked:

*curtsies* Dear Duke, So I just saw your response to a question and the anon mentioned that you wrote 7 books before one was published. I really want to write a book (always have) but I can't brainstorm any ideas that aren't knockoffs of anything I've already read. How do you come up with ideas for stories. From, Desperately Seeking Ideas

*Curtsies* Story ideas don’t come from any one place. My debut novel was the bizarre brainchild of my love of Shakespeare and working on my senior honors thesis in undergrad. Another was born out of my going “What if you took this old myth and put it in this modern genre?” The one I’m currently working on started with my anachronistic love of 1970s rock bands and eight months later has evolved into this weird music/road trip/Great Middle American Meltdown novel. Point is, there is no magical idea cabinet where writers go to take inspiration down off the shelf when they need it. However, I think there are two things you can do to keep the wheels greased, as it were: 

  1. Engage with other types of art and activity. You’ll notice that everything I mentioned above was kind of spawned by my interest in other forms of art: theatre, music, what have you. Now, that’s not always the case (I have a book that started as a stress dream I had about scorpions, that’s literally all it takes sometimes), but I find that when I’m struggling with what to write next, whether I’m stuck in the middle of a story or at a loss for ideas at all, artistic stimulation really helps. You never know what’s going to get the creative gears turning, so instead of just tapping a pencil on a blank page, go out and do stuff. Go to a ballet, a museum, a concert, a movie, a football game, whatever. Something might get the juices flowing. 
  2. Write anyway. Even if you don’t have a fully-formed novel idea waiting in the wings, that doesn’t mean you can’t play with prose. Find writing prompts online. Write character sketches and short stories and poems if that’s what you like. No minute spent writing is wasted, because every minute spent writing makes you a better writer, even if what you’re writing will never see the light of day. That’s fine. In fact, that’s necessary. Writers have to practice out of sight the way every other artist does, so don’t take that away from yourself. Keep working, even if you’re just writing descriptions of people or places that you’re never going to actually use. It’s good artistic exercise and guess what? Odds that you’ll actually fall in love with one of those sketch characters or skeleton outlines are pretty good. Make your brain work. Sooner or later it’ll cough up something good. 

So those are my two big helpful hints for when you’re suffering an idea block. But before I finish this up I have two more important things to say:

  1. You can’t rush inspiration. Art is not like building an IKEA bookcase, where you take it out of the box and follow the instructions and a little while later, bam, there it is. It’s much more complicated than that, and there are no universal instructions. If you don’t have what you feel like is the right idea for a novel, wait. Because:
  2. You shouldn’t write a novel just to write a novel. Writing a novel is an absolutely huge undertaking, if you’re going to do it right. It will take literally (literally) years of your life, and chances are the first three to five novels you write will end up being drawer novels nobody ever sees because you’re still learning and they’re not that good. That’s fine. That’s necessary. That’s how you finally write a six or seventh novel that is worth a reader’s time. But it’s an enormous commitment, and it’s not something you should do unless the idea is so compelling that you feel like you have to write this novel. Because if you start writing a novel just because you like the idea of writing a novel and the story is really just something you threw together and don’t care very much about, it’s kind of doomed from the start and you’re just going to end up wasting your own time. So wait. Keep playing with words and engaging with other forms of art and wait for that inspiration you can’t rush. You will thank yourself down the line. 

Let me know if this doesn’t help. (And do browse through the writing advice and writer’s block tags, because there’s a lot of this kind of stuff there already.)

The Night Sky

I’m still trying to figure out what the next chapter of the road trip is missing, but every time I stare at it I get more frustrated. I have no idea where it came from, and I have no idea where it went. But, the idea came to me, and I couldn’t shake it, so I wrote it. I hope you enjoy. 

word count: 4,985
Summary: Lucas moves to New York for his final year of high school, and he meets a certain brunette who woes him by being herself, then with a song. 

Lucas has made it through his first week at his new high school in a new city. He still didn’t understand why his parents refused to let him stay in Texas with Pappy Joe to finish his last year of high school. Lucas was doing well in Texas. He was managing a GPA of a 3.3, he was looking to be team captain of his school baseball team for the second year, he’s life was great—that was until his parents told him about his father’s job transfer that sent them all the way to the Big Apple.

It wasn’t so bad though he had made a few new friends.

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anonymous asked:

[Same person as before] Besides motivation, character introduction is evil. I love making characters but I really struggle with introducing a lot of characters in a short space of time to help carry on the pace so the reader doesn't feel like they're stuck in a ditch with the book but it's really hard to do. I've worked out one solution to ramp up the pace slowly to let me introduce the characters but it's really situational and can't be used much. Any MORE tips? (sorry for the long message(s))

Welcome back. :)

Introducing characters is definitely another common struggle for writers. Each character and circumstance is different, so there’s never really going to be a one-size-fits-all answer, but let’s talk about a few general things that might help.

1. Don’t Change the Pace to Fit the Character: If you have a lot action going on in the story at the moment that you need a new character to enter the picture, you don’t necessarily have to slow down or speed up in order to accommodate the moment. For example, if your main character is being attacked by flying monkeys and someone steps in to protect them, it’s probably not the correct time to give a detailed description of their appearance. Introduce them through action first. After the present situation is dealt with, you now have the perfect opportunity to seize them up with a quick:

 “Soandso took a deep breath, staring in disbelief at the monkey corpses that now littered the ground. The man sheathed his sword, and she took advantage of the relative calm to assess him.”

Now you have time for a proper introduction, and the monkey corpses are there as a great conversation piece, too.

2. Using Character Arcs: Remember that most of your developed or important characters should have their own arcs. It doesn’t have to be as detailed and extensive as the main character’s of course, but the thing to keep in mind is that they should certainly have their own objective that they are trying to reach or accomplish, and that will motivate their actions- and with motivated actions comes story. I once read that the story begins long before the first page and continues long after the last. If you need to, it can sometimes help to map out where each of your characters are at a given time, before they even first meet, and track the events that lead them into being in the same place at the same time. That will also give you an idea of what’s on their minds at the time of their meeting. 

For example, if Character A is training to build robots, and Character B is a rebel who wants robots to be free, they each have motivations to be at a factory that builds robots- and it will probably make for a rather explosive first meeting.

3. Introduce Them With a Purpose In Mind: When you bring a new character into a story, make sure they have something to do. If there is no point to them being there at that specific moment, then they are just going to be confusing for readers. Introducing a character puts the spotlight on them, and if there is nothing to see, it tends to make for a distasteful first impression. In other words, if Steven is in chapter one but doesn’t do anything interesting or have a purpose until chapter three, people are going to get sick of Steven real fast. “Eff off, Steven”, they’ll say. “We don’t need you here. You contribute nothing.” Don’t do that to Steven.

Even if your character has history with the MC, that is still something that can be mentioned later. You don’t need three chapters of “we’re bestest friends” to establish a childhood friend. They can knock on the door later and have the MC narrate “I opened the door to my oldest friend Steven”. The only problem with waiting to introduce a character with history for a million years and then mentioning at the end of the first novel “btw my bestest buddy Steven will be arriving next book.”

4. Give a Quick Insight Into Their Personality: … But don’t give it all away right their. If they’re funny, start with a funny quip or cheesy line. If they’re stoic, you can mention their closed attitude or stony gaze. If they are charming, by all means, bring up the dreamy smile for second. But don’t give their entire Backstory right there just to get the audience invested in them immediately. That’s like going on a first date and bringing your diary from 5th grade to present so you can whip it out when they inevitably say “so tell me about yourself.” It’s a little much, a little soon, and a lot disorienting. 

5. Have Some Perspective: Think about your protagonist, the point of view, and the setting. At this time, and in this place, what is your protagonist going to notice right away about this new character? This can give you an immediate insight into their personality. If they are young, if they are old, whether they have dyed hair or tattoos, what they’re wearing- again, you don’t need to go into details if they aren’t significant. But think about the kinds of things that would stand out, and whether or not they would reveal anything about this person that needs to be known.


1. Keep in mind that first impressions for characters are just as important as first impressions in real life. They set the standard for how your character is going to be perceived henceforth. Keep that in mind when thinking about how exactly you want your audience to think about your character.

2. If you are still having trouble with introductions, re-read or re-watch some of your favorite books and movies, or think back to your favorite introductions or characters and think about how they were introduced. Was it memorable? How so? Did you enjoy it or was it rather boring? What made it so?

Introducing in Groups:

Sometimes it’s necessary to introduce characters in groups of well, more than one. That’s not ideal, since introductions are your first chance to bring attention to these new guys, but it happens sometimes. In that case, pick your moments and pick your details. 

Assign yourself a certain number of sentences per each- well, not literally, but take some key indicators to mind. Give each character 

1) a physical observation that the protagonist might notice, i.e., “she tied back her long brown hair”, and then

 2) a telling action, “she snapped her fingers, and a flame appeared in the palm of her hand”, and 

3)  a telling piece of dialogue, like “Get out from behind that dumpster, you epic loser.” 

(It doesn’t have to be in that order, and don’t do each piece at once for each character if you can help it- rotate them around, or else your going to introduce them and then have them disappear for the rest of that scene, whereas spacing out the details maintains a presence)

If you include those key moments for each character while the action is going on, your reader can get some clear details that provides a basic sense of each new person- in this case, she has long brown hair, conjures fire, and is a little rude and bold.

Thank you for your wonderful questions. These are definitely some great questions that I think are pretty universal. I hope this helps!


BTS Reaction | When you won’t tell them why you’re crying constantly

Thank you for requesting! (*◕ᴗ◕*)

But if you ever feel really down and need somebody to talk to or you feel alone, I’m always up to chat ( ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ ⁎)

Jin: He wouldn’t really understand why you wouldn’t tell him what was wrong. Usually you would tell him everything, so why not this? He’d try and ask you what was wrong, and try to convince you to tell him so he could help you, or just give you some advice if you needed it. If that got him nowhere, he’d end up calling Namjoon to see if he knew anything that might help.

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Yoongi: He’s experienced anxiety and depression himself, so if he even began to suspect anything like that was going on he wouldn’t hesitate to ask you straight up. He knows exactly how it feels and he wouldn’t want you to ever have to experience that and feel so low. But if you continued to refuse to tell him why, he’d end up going and getting you some help in another way, anything that could potentially help you feel better.

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Hobi: If you weren’t going to tell him what’s wrong, he’d just try to cheer you up instead. He’d spend the next week or so doing anything he could think of that might make you happy. Taking you places you liked, movie nights in, dates out, whatever might help. But if you were still crying all the time and wouldn’t tell him why he’d end up sitting down with you and asking you directly what was wrong or if you wanted any help.

Originally posted by jinful

Namjoon: Namjoon would know that there was something wrong, and it wouldn’t do you any help to keep it all to yourself. He’d start out trying to get you to tell him what was wrong himself, but if you continued to refuse, he’d ask you if you wanted to see somebody about it so you wouldn’t have to tell anybody you knew personally. And if that didn’t work for once he would have no idea what to do.

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Jimin: What was he meant to do? Jimin would constantly be fighting himself over whether he should ask you directly what was wrong, or if you would want some space to cry it out until you felt better. If it went on for too long though, he would forget about the second option he would try and get you to tell him by telling you how he would support you and do anything he could to help no matter what was wrong.

Originally posted by geeminy

Taehyung: Tae really wouldn’t like seeing you so down. The first time he’d just try and cheer you up, thinking you’d had a bad day, but after that he would be concerned that there was something much bigger was wrong. At first he’d think he might’ve done something wrong, but when you reassured him he hadn’t done anything, he’d have no clue what else could be the problem. He’d wait for a while to see if you’d eventually tell him but if you didn’t he’d ask you straight up.

Originally posted by secret-exotic-blog

You’re Jimin

Jungkook: At first he’d just think something had happened that had upset you and that it would pass, but after a while Kookie would just be worried about you. He would be confused why you wouldn’t tell him what was wrong because you never usually kept any secrets. He’d ask you if there was anything he could do to help, but if you just kept blocking him out he’d end up getting upset himself. He’d probably go to Namjoon or Yoongi for advice if it kept going on for a long time because he be really worried about you.

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A Ricky Horror Imagine- That's The Fucking Cutest Thing I've Ever Seen *Requested* pretty long but good as hell

~~Your Point of View~~

You and Ricky have been dating for two months today.  You were both really happy together.  To celebrate, you guys were having your first sleepover together.  To be honest, you were never happier in the past 10 yeas.  You were in a bad relationship for a while and plus your best friend died so the past ten years have been hell.  They overdosed on heroin and just suddenly your life seemed empty. And then you met Joe.  Well at first he distracted you and made you happy.  Soon after he showed his true self.  You were abused physically, verbally, and sexually. You always wanted to keep your virginity until marriage.  That obviously didn’t happen.  Joe eventually raped you many of times and would always insult you and he hit you.. a lot.  But after a while of that you met Ricky.  That whole cycle started in high school and you ended up here.  Happier than ever.  Of course you’re still horrified and scarred from losing your best friend and then Joe.  You had nightmares about both of those events practically every night.  You were just hoping it wouldn’t happen tonight.  You found yourself usually waking up screaming from them after they occur in the night.  You don’t want Ricky to see you like that.  Ever since you were fourteen, your life was hell for you and then he came along and made it worth living.  He knows about Joe and your friend.  He promised, and I quote, “If I ever see him I will personally beat the shit out of him and make sure he knows how much a worthless piece of fucking shit he is.  And if he ever tries speaking to you again or even tries to come near you, he will not see another day.  I don’t care how much jail-time it would give me.  We may have only been going out for two months but NOBODY does that to ANYBODY without me doing something about it.” You believed him, you loved him but he doesn’t know that yet. You guys were good friends for a year and you liked him the whole time but now you were in love but you were too scared to tell him and plus you didn’t think he loved you more than a friend yet.  Well, right now you were driving to his house and you were about 10 minutes away so you just turned the music up and danced in your seat a bit.

~~Ricky’s Point Of View~~

(Y/N) was going to be here anytime soon.  I couldn’t wait for her to come over.  Tonight is our two month anniversary and our first sleepover.  We were friends for a while because when we met she just got out of horrible relationship with a guy I don’t even want to think about before I’m too angry to enjoy this night.  But anyway, she makes me so happy, always did.  For a year I was tortured with loving her for so long and she was finally ready two months ago.  That was an awesome day for me.  I was making food right now.  Spaghetti and sauce, she loved that so I thought it was a good idea to make.  In my living room, I made a blanket fort with twinkly lights and a bunch of cool movies she loves.  I got popcorn and a bunch of snacks we both like.  I know (Y/N) and I won’t be having sex for a while, or until we’re married, which I can see me proposing to her. She’s definitely worth the wait.  I feel bad she couldn’t keep her wish but I’m going to pretend she still is a virgin like she wished.  I really love her and I plan on telling her tonight tomorrow.  My thoughts were suddenly and pleasantly interrupted by a knock at the door….

~~Your Point Of View~~

I pulled into his driveway right next to his car.  I grabbed my overnight bag and pillow and walked up to the door and knocked the way I always do.  I thought I heard Ricky running and then a big crash.  It made me jump a bit and then the door opened a few seconds later Ricky opened the door and I smelt spaghetti with sauce, my favorite. “Ricky you made spaghetti with marinara sauce?” He smiled so happily and proudly and nodded.  I gave him a huge hug and kiss on the cheek as I walked inside.

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25 sentence starters
  • "I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet."
  • "They say that time's supposed to heal ya, but I ain't done much healing."
  • "I'm in California dreaming about who we used to be."
  • "I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet."
  • "There's such a difference between us."
  • "I must have called a thousand times to tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done."
  • "When I call you never seem to be home."
  • "At least I can say that I've tried to tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart."
  • "It don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore."
  • "It's so typical of me to talk about myself, I'm sorry."
  • "I hope that you're well."
  • "Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?"
  • "It's no secret that the both of us are running out of time."
  • "This was all you, none of it me."
  • "Send my love to your new lover."
  • "Treat her better."
  • "We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts."
  • "We both know we ain't kids no more."
  • "I'm giving you up."
  • "I've forgiven it all."
  • "I want every single piece of you."
  • "I want to teach you things you never knew, baby."
  • "I love the way your body moves."
  • "No one has me like you do, baby."
  • "Be delicate with my ego."
  • "Everybody loves the things you do."
  • "Everybody here is watching you."
  • "You're like a dream come true."
  • "If by chance you're here alone, can I have a moment before I go?"
  • "My God, this reminds me of when we were young."
  • "Let me photograph you in this light in case it is the last time."
  • "It was just like a movie."
  • "It was just like a song."
  • "Nobody told me that you'd be here."
  • "You still look like a movie."
  • "It's hard to admit that everything just takes me back to when you were there."
  • "A part of me keeps holding on, just in case it hasn't gone."
  • "I guess I still care... do you still care?"
  • "I remember all of the things that I thought I wanted to be."
  • "Every story has it's scars."
  • "No river is too wide or too deep for me to swim to you."
  • "If you're not the one for me, why do I hate the idea of being free?"
  • "If I'm not the one for you, you've gotta stop holding me the way you do."
  • "If I'm not the one for you, why have we been through what we have been through?"
  • "I want you to be my keeper, but not if you are so reckless."
  • "If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently."
  • "Don't pretend that you don't want me."
  • "What are you waiting for?"
  • "It ain't no life to live like you're on the run."
  • "Have I ever asked for much?"
  • "The only thing that I want is your love."
  • "Everybody tells me it's 'bout time that I moved on."
  • "I need to learn to lighten up and learn how to be young."
  • "My heart is a valley, it's so shallow."
  • "I'm scared to death if I let you in that you'll see I'm just a fake."
  • "Sometimes I feel lonely in the arms of your touch, but I know that's just me 'cause nothing ever is enough."
  • "I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain."
  • "I should probably tell you now before it's way too late, that I never meant to hurt you or lie straight to your face."
  • "Consider this my apology."
  • "Take your eyes off of me so I can leave, I'm far too ashamed to do it with you watching me."
  • "This is never ending, we have been here before."
  • "I can't stay this time cause I don't love you anymore."
  • "Don't come any closer."
  • "Don't try to change my mind."
  • "I'm being cruel to be kind."
  • "It feels like we're oceans apart."
  • "Maybe we're already defeated."
  • "You have given me something that I can't live without."
  • "I don't want to carry on like everything is fine."
  • "Please don't fall apart, I can't face your breaking heart."
  • "I'm trying to be brave."
  • "Stop asking me to stay."
  • "Everything changed me."
  • "I don't regret a thing."
  • "I want to live and not just survive."
  • "I don't think you can save me."
  • "I only wanted to have fun."
  • "Deep down I must have always known that this would be inevitable."
  • "I know I'm not the only one who regrets the things they've done."
  • "Sometimes I just feel it's only me who can't stand the reflection that they see."
  • "They can't look me in the eye, it's like they're scared of me."
  • "Sometimes I just feel it's only me who never became who they thought they'd be."
  • "That was a million years ago."
  • "Why don't we just play pretend, like we're not scared of what is coming next."
  • "If this is my last night with you, hold me like I'm more than just a friend."
  • "It matters how this ends, 'cause what if I never love again?"
  • "No one knows me like you do."
  • "Since you're the only one that matters, tell me who do I run to?"
  • "Let this be the way we remember us."
  • "I don't wanna be cruel or vicious, and I ain't asking for forgiveness."
  • "I find it funny that you're the only one I never looked for."
  • "I wasn't ready then, I'm ready now."
  • "You will only be eternally the one that I belong to."
  • "I've been looking for you, baby, in every face that I've ever known."
  • "There is something about the way you love me that finally feels like home."
  • "I have loved you all my life."
  • "I gave you everything you never gave me."
  • "There's too much that I haven't said."
  • "Did you find the note that I wrote?"
  • "Do you even know that I can't let go?"
  • "Why were you so cold? Let the truth be told."
  • "Tell me, was it all for the thrill?"
  • "The words don't come out right when you're right in front of me."
  • "Why do you love me?"
  • "I'm in deeper than I knew."
  • "How do you keep me coming back for more after all we've been through?"
  • "I can't decide if I should run and hide."
  • "I want you to love me."
  • "Where does the time go?"
  • "I spend every single moment daydreaming of you."
  • "I can't describe how I feel, it feels right."
  • "You have a place in my heart that will always be yours."

prometheus023  asked:

I don't get the Tony hates Reed thing... like at all? In everything I've ever read, they've always been quite friendly and supportive of each other. Even the majority of the Civil War saw them take the same side. They play chess together and bounce sciencey stuff of each other? Unless I've missed something, I don't get how anyone could interpret them as being on anything less than good terms? Unless there's anything in FF continuity I'm missing? Admittedly I haven't read as much of the FF.

You are 100% correct. There is absolutely nothing to support this ‘idea’ thats sprouted among some fans [MCU fandom primarily nvm the two shall never meet in movie universe] that Reed and Tony are dicks to each other. The two of them are friends. They have a friendly rivalry, that’s about it as far as pissing contests go for the pair of them.


Yep wow feelin’ the hate ohhhhh wait

HAHHAHA The absolute entirety of New Avengers proves our point.

Reed is not a puppy kicking, child experimenting, wife abandoning monster like some people seem to think and suggest. Sorry, but no, I don’t like seeing people bash my favourite character while completely ignoring the fact they are basically making shit up. It’s totally cool to dislike him or hate him. But making things up that isn’t correct and regularly tagging them so they get absorbed into the Marvel fandom culture is really fucking annoying.

It’s also a case of people completely missing undertones of friendly rivalry in the Avengers: EMH cartoon. Reed and Tony are both frequent flyers in the sarcastic quips club. 

Reed has not stolen from Tony, experimented on him, hurt him or done these ‘horrible’ terrible things I keep reading in the tags and in stories.

The guy is useless at social events, he fucks up, he was a raging asshole in silver age, but he’s grown and changed and he’s a caring, loving dad. He stumbles and sure as hell that accident way back when still eats at him, rears its ugly head, and the guilt; it either raises someone above remorse or humbles them so much they can never recompense. And if anything, I can’t see why Tony would hate Reed. Find him irritating at times or exasperating but honestly? How anyone can tell me they have friends who aren’t that. Just because you might butt heads doesn’t nullify the strong bond and I don’t get why comic characters are exempt from this.

Comics mimic real life, after all. 

anonymous asked:

You have no idea how happy i am that this tumblr exists! Thank you for creating this ❤️ Ok so i've got a prompt. Established relationship: We read in fics that Tony is the one who always has nightmares, so i wanna see T'Challa having them since his father died but this time his mayor fear is losing the love of his life and the most important person: Tony. So basically T'Challa having nightmares of Tony dying and he being unable to reach him in time.

Thank you for sending in prompts, we couldn’t do it without you!

Usually it was Tony who woke up gasping and with a scream on his lips. And he did so, most of the nights, but lately it was T’Challa who woke Tony up more often than not.

He didn’t talk about his dreams but Tony saw the tears in his eyes whenever he woke up and T’Challa always reached for him afterwards.

Tony suspected that he dreamt about his father, or failing the kingdom and his people, and he offered up any comfort he could. It seemed to help at least going by the way T’Challa’s breath evened out and his rapidly beating heart calmed down, but T’Challa still clung to Tony.

Tony had tried to not pry, just like T’Challa didn’t pry about his nightmares, but they didn’t get better at all, seemed in fact to get worse, and T’Challa started to look more and more like he would keel over at any  moment.

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So this is gonna be the continuation of the teenager series so I’m gonna continue it off with our loving eldest hyung with shoulders that would be such nice pillows, Kim Seokjin aka Jin

  • I've already done Namjoon’s (here) and Taehyung’s part (here) so their parts won’t be coming out after hobi’s and Jimin’s
  • This is going to be a bit of a prequel to youtuber!Jin (it can be found here so you don't have to dig around for it)  
  • So just a lil summary for everyone that hasn’t read the original post
  • He runs a cooking channel
  • For anyone that’s watched something from Nerdy Nummies (Rosanna Pansino) or Feast of Fiction, it has the same type of thing
  • Combining his love for food with his love for things like Mario would be ama z in g
  • Jin’s does a couple of things with cooking
  • There’s that one video with bts’s first birthday/anniversary and he cooked for everyone, he cooked on AHL, there have been some posts of him cooking
  • Side note he looks ni CE as fuck while he’s cooking, he looks ni CE as fuck all the time let’s just be real but when he’s cooking it’s like wow that is some good shit right there
  • He also does some food reviews bc does everyone remember that time he tried to fruit flavored fried chicken
  • He was like describing the way it tasted and he even got Jungkook to come in and give his opinion and it was really cute and I would totally watch that shit
  • Also does mukbangs
  • This is a literal canon, he already does Eat Jin which is why I love this head canon so much bc it’s an actual thing
  • Eat Jin is like such a gift 10/10 would watch
  • But today we’re gonna go back to way before any of that happened
  • In the post, you two have already met and are already together so now I’m gonna describe how the meeting happened
  • You two meet when you’re 16
  • You become instant best friends
  • Like from the very first conversation you have with him, you know this kid is gonna be in your life way way after your school years
  • Spoiler alert, you’re right
  • You two just instantly click
  • You meet during class
  • You two just happen to sit next to each other so you decide to start chatting away while you wait for the class to start
  • He’s so funny and charming and he makes you laugh so easily ??
  • Like just from the first hello it makes you feel all happy bc Jin’s one of those people that just has this really positive vibe about him like he’s a literal ray of sunshine
  • Turns out he has the same schedule as you so you two team up
  • You two spend just about everyday together from then on
  • He makes everyday that lil bit brighter
  • Bc how do you not know smile when you see him smile or when hE LAUGHS OH WOW
  • His laugh is so cute and it fits him so well but it’s also one of those laughs that’s super contagious
  • Like when Jin laughs, you have to laugh with him even if you have no idea what’s he laughing at
  • Sometimes when it’s one of those late nights, he’ll just start laughing at something he thought of and it makes you laugh too and then he’s laughing bc you’re laughing and you two are just giggly messes
  • Totally platonic cuddles that later turn into super not platonic cuddles but that doesn’t happen for a year or two
  • Bc Jin just looks s o cuddly
  • He's a literal giant teddy bear
  • He’s got the hair you can fluff and play around with, he’ll even let you braid it and put lil teeny tiny bows in it bc he just likes seeing you get all giggly about it
  •  He’s got the shoulders that are such amazing pillows oh my god
  • Like can you just imagine taking a lil nap on them he wouldn’t mind at all
  • Cute lil Jin that “secretly” has a crush on you getting nervous when you fall asleep on him
  • Bc oh my god what if he moves what if it wakes you up will you be mad at him
  • But also his leg is really itchy and now that’s all he can think about and he really wants to scratch it but it would mean he could possibly wake you up !!!!!!!!!!!
  • You two are best friends for a w hi le before either of you start the flirting up
  • He has zero idea what he’s doing like what is flirting how does one do that
  • He asks the boys for advice bc you never know maybe one of them has some nice tips
  • “Just confess you two have been in love for like 80 years just do it”
  • “You could go out on a romantic date, maybe get some roses, maybe a teddy bear just to be cute”
  • “Do one of those secret admirer things they have in movies, it always works out just go by J”
  • “This is not helping whatsoever I hope you all realize that”
  • He decides to just kick it old school and tell you how he feels
  • Just a v v straightforward statement of hey I’m in love with you and it’s not the friend type of love it’s the I wanna kiss your face and hug you lots and be called your boyfriend type of love
  • He comes up with this idea of cooking something for you and then confessing afterwards
  • You know he’s gonna be cooking something so you suggest filming it
  • He’d been talking about starting up a cooking channel for ages so you were just like why not do it I’ll help film it
  • That’s why whenever he sees that first video he always gets the hugest smile on his face and he’s just so oh wow memories
  • Bc he was s o nervous
  • Like he tells you it’s bc of the video and though that’s partly true it isn’t the only reason
  • In his head he’s going over what he wants to say, how he’s gonna do it, when he’s gonna do it
  • He actually does film the confession
  • He doesn’t include it in the first video though bc back then he was brand new to youtube and didn’t want to add it in just yet
  • But a few days after your wedding, he makes this entire video dedicated to your relationship
  • And in the very first clip, he shows the confession video and everyone screams bc you were both so lil and had no idea that in a few years, you’d be getting married

anonymous asked:

I've formed a bad habit where, instead of writing, I'll just sit and daydream stories, and they're always perfect because they never have to be translated from thought to form. As a side effect I've stopped writing almost completely. I try to get back into the habit of writing but I've found it hard to come up with ideas without sitting and daydreaming ideas, but doing that makes me lose the motivation to write. Do you have any advice to break this habit?

This was my ‘writing career’ when I was young. I’d come up with great ideas, wonderful ideas, aaand… I never got past jotting down the basic summary. Why? I’m still not sure. Maybe I was afraid of my ability to write them (reflecting, I think this had a large part of it). Maybe the first draft blues kept me from really understanding how to put the moving pictures in my head into words.

Thing is, though, even in movies, script writers and directions have to use language to convey what they imagine, and the fear of fucking it up is only hurting one person: you (and me!). I’m gonna be honest here; it’s not easy. It’s really hard, actually, and you need to keep trying and failing until you get on it. You can do this thing. You know you can.

Make peace with the shitty first draft. You have to accept this as part of the process. Breathe in, let go. This is one of the main reasons I draft in ink and paper, because it’s much easier to keep going without looking back. Don’t hesitate too long over which word to use; write both, underline, and move on. The only thing between you and perfecting your idea is the shit it’s gonna start out as, and you have to get that hammered out before you move on.

It’s hard. I know it’s hard. Your idea is so good, but it comes out so badly. Fear of the shitty first draft is the biggest motivation killer I know. It’s an emotional landmine, one that waits for when you come back to reveal something you liked while writing earlier is, in, fact, not that great at all. You have to accept this. You have to live with it and keep writing. It gets better later on, you just have to deal with the bad now. Don’t dwell on it. Get it down to edit later.

Outline. Outline and remember outlining is not writing; no matter how vague or detailed, you have to go back and put it into story structure later. Outline knowing that it’s a way to write without the scariness of writing, outline knowing it gets you closer to your goal. Outlining is your ally, but don’t let it hold you forever. It’s tempting to stay in the outline phase; it’s safe there, with no chance of failure. Don’t believe it; you have to move beyond it.

Deadline. Once the writing starts, find ways to stick to it. Give yourself goals and dates, tempt yourself with rewards (candy!) and punishments (do the dishes!). Find people to help you out; ask your Team You to check in with your process. If you’re having trouble, talk to them about plot points or just vague ideas. You need encouragement and the internet can be a great place to find it, but again, don’t get stuck there. You need to move on. You need to get those words down.

You can do this anon. Your ideas are worth it. Put those daydreams on paper, get partners to encourage or write with you.

anonymous asked:

Hi love! I'm not sure if reactions are opened but I've been waiting to request something! If it is opened do you mind doing a taehyung and Jungkook reaction to you being stressed out about applying to universities and worrying about not getting in? Thank you so much! Keep up the amazing writing :) xx

If you are currently applying for university, I wish you the best of luck! I hope you’ll be able to get in to your desired school. <3

Taehyung would try his best to calm you down by trying to take your mind of the subject and just tell you to relax and not worry about a thing. 

But of course, that would only make you even more worried.

“Y/N,” Taehyung says as he places his hands on your shoulders. “Relax. Stop worrying because you’re going to do great.”

“It’s one of the best schools in <country>, Tae. Getting into it would be like… trying to get through a needle’s hole!”

“Yes I’m aware, and you are going to get through that.” Taehyung nods eagerly. “You’re smart, and super talented! They’ll be stupid not to take you in. You’re absolutely amazing, Y/N! ”

You smile up at him, appreciating his words. Taehyung always believed in you the way you never could and whenever you doubted yourself, he would happily remind you of how amazing you are and more. 

“Thanks Tae Tae.” You say as you ruffle his hair. He smiles the box smile of his before taking your hand from his flop of hair and bringing it to his lips for several kisses. 

“Let’s go watch a movie or something.” He suggests, and who are you to say no? Not when movie time with Taehyung usually meant fluffy cuddle sessions. <3 

Jungkook sighs when he comes into your apartment and sees you hunched over  your desk, nose buried into books and several review papers. He was sure he left you in that state a few hours ago. 

He comes over to you and places his hands gently on your shoulders; fingers deftly massaging the stress off from your tense form. You jump slightly upon contact but immediately relax when you recognize his familiar touch.

“Hey Kookie.” You say, not looking up from your reviewers once. Jungkook leans down and kisses the crown of you head.

“Hey.” Jungkook hums. “I bought some snacks. Take a break?”

“Can’t. Gotta finish this.”

“Y/N. You’ve been studying for four hours straight.” He huffs. “You gotta take a break–”

“The exams are next week. I can’t slack off, Jungkook!” You suddenly snap, causing Jungkook to let go of your shoulders instantly. “I–I just have to get in this school.”

Jungkook bites his lip before moving to your side and kneeling down. He takes your hand in his. 

“Just because you’re taking a short break, doesn’t mean you’re slacking off. You’re already the smartest girl I know, it’ll be impossible for you not to ace that test.” He tucks your hair behind your ear and sighs with a soft smile. “Don’t worry too much. You’re going to get in for sure. I just know it. So can we please, rest that pretty brain of yours and treat yourself a cookie?”

You suddenly snort a laugh at his words, but you appreciate how he was absolutely being a sweetheart right now. “A cookie? Do you have any idea how funny that sounds?”

“I bought the cookies you liked.” He holds up the bag, but then a smirk makes his way to his lips upon the realization. “Oh… are you talking about another Kookie you want to get a piece of? Cause I can happily give it to you right now, jagiya.”

You blush at the way he smirked at you and pushed his head away, causing him to sit on the floor–landing on his butt with a thud and a laugh.

“You’re impossible, Jeon Jungkook.”

“Impossibly delectable, you mean.”

“Shut up!” And just like that, Jungkook was able to make you laugh again; erasing all your current worries for the mean time. 

Hope you liked this guys! <3

- Kaye Allen

Sparkles, Chapter 2

(Chapter one) (Chapter 3)

When they got to the Matthews’ apartment, Riley dragged Maya to her room and tried not to seem too dismissive of Farkle, but she needed Bay Window time. This wasn’t something that he was going to be able to help her with.

Maya all but pushed her into the window seat. “You haven’t told him yet? Why haven’t you told him yet? He has no idea why you’re upset, and this is killing him!”

“What do you mean that this is killing him?” She was the one who was upset. Obviously, this was all her fault, but that was not the point.

Maya sat down from her lecturing stance. “He loves you, Honey. Whether that’s in the way that I think he loves you or in a platonic way, he loves you. Seeing you like this is hurting him. Don’t you see that?”

Riley looked down and lowered her head. She hadn’t thought about that. She’d been wrapped up in her own feelings and didn’t even see that her pain was causing his. She was a terrible friend.

“No, I see the cogs turning in your head, you don’t get to wallow in more self-pity. I don’t know what you did, but you can’t fix it by ignoring it. You’re gonna do something.”

“But –“ she started.

Maya held a finger to Riley’s lips. “Nope, no more excuses, you’re going to do something.”

Riley’s face reddened and she stood up to face Maya. “What am I supposed to do? I care about him. I don’t know how to fix this! I know that I did everything wrong, and I’m so, so sorry, but I’m in too deep! This is too big, I can’t fix it! I’m out of options.” Her voice had escalated to a yell at this point.

Maya knew that she had either pushed Riley too far, or just far enough. “He deserves to know, to understand. You owe him that at least.”

“What do I owe him? He has everything of mine, all of my feelings! He has my damn heart!” Riley was really working herself up, and the danger meter was creeping into the red zone.

Maya stood up to make eye contact. “You’ve given him nothing. He doesn’t have your heart until you tell him. Until then, you’re holding onto it. Scared. You’re not a quitter, and you’re not a coward.”

Riley turned away, unable to withstand Maya’s gaze. Riley had entered full rant mode and was now waving her arms around for emphasis. “I’m not a coward, but this is too much for me!”

She was about to turn around to ask Maya for advice, as she had decided to try and deal with her mess, when she saw Farkle standing in her doorway.

Her arms dropped to her sides and she felt a cold chill run down her spine. “Did you hear any of that?”

Farkle shook his head. “Just a lot of noise. You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to. I understand. Just tell someone.” Riley sighed in relief, until she realized that she was still going to have to tell him. The stress that she had been shoving down bubbled up and she started crying. Not again. It took for damn ever to stop the first time. When she saw the sad look on his face, she knew that she had to stop, but somehow it only made her cry harder. Was it possible that these were period tears? No, she was just a big ball of feelings today.

When Farkle spoke, she looked up. “I’m gonna – I’ll just head home.” As he turned and started walking away from the room, from her, she ran after him and pulled him into a fierce hug. She wanted to say something about Sparkles, but she couldn’t, so for once she said what she was actually feeling. “Thank you. I’m so sorry.”

He held her cheek in his hand and though she tried very hard, she couldn’t resist leaning into it. “You don’t have anything to feel sorry for. If you did, I’d forgive you, always and forever.” She watched him walk away, and tried to muster the courage to stop him, to tell him then, but she couldn’t. She wasn’t ready yet.

How had she gotten in so deep?

She wasn’t sure when it had started, because she’d always loved Farkle in one way or another. At some point it had changed, and she didn’t know when. The first time that she’d gotten an inkling was when she’d been hanging out with Maya in her room.


Riley had been texting a boy, Curtis. He was sweet and cute, but a bit dim. He tried, but she was having trouble staying interested. The only thing he would ever do right was when he paid her compliments. Most of these were shallow, but sometimes, he’d say something to make her blush or laugh.

She’d gotten a text from him, where he detailed all of the things that he liked about her, ranging from the superficial to the real and deep. She was flattered and blushed, but it didn’t help the fact that she was going to break up with him.

Maya noticed her blush and started teasing her about her new boyfriend. They hadn’t been introduced yet, but that was Riley’s normal protocol for dating. She didn’t let her dates meet her friends until she was sure that they wouldn’t be scared off by them. Suffice to say, most of the boys that she dated didn’t make it to that step.

When Maya asked for a picture, she scrolled through her phone to find one and Maya snorted. “That’s not surprising.”

When Riley asked Maya why, she gave her a look. “You don’t see it?”

“See what?”

Maya took her phone and started scrolling through it, pointing to all of the guys that she’d dated. “Do you see a pattern?”

“They’re all… cute?”

Maya rolled her eyes. “They’re all F- I mean…” She took a deep breath. “They’re all tall, with light brown hair, and blue eyes. Remind you of anyone?”

“You don’t mean –you think I like Farkle?” How could she think that? He was her best – second best – friend. “Wouldn’t I know?”

Maya sighed. “Feelings are confusing, Pumpkin, but I’ve seen the way that you look at him. Just because we feel something, doesn’t mean that everything’s sorted out. Do you want to talk about it?”

Riley pulled her knees up to make herself smaller. It was like Maya had turned on a light. She now knew why she’d started having issues with Smackle. Why she never dated anyone for longer than a week. “I want to not feel things. I want to not feel these things.”

Maya put an arm around her. “You feel things, it’s what you do. What’s important is to know what you feel and to do something about it.”

Riley pursed her lips. “How did you know what you felt for Lucas was real?”
Maya thought for a minute before she spoke because she knew what she said would influence how Riley handled her situation. “There are different kinds of sparks. There’s the kind that seems like love at first sight, and that’s nice, but there’s another. The other one is the moment that the person that you love stirs something in you. It can be a kiss, it can be a touch, or it can just be a look. It’s the kind of spark that can only come from someone who really knows you because something in them calls to something in you.”

So that was what that was. “But what do I do with that? He’s moved on. I can’t handle this.”

Maya stood up to leave and looked back. “You’re insane. I’ve never seen a boy more in love.”

“So how do I do this? How did you start out?” She asked, looking at Maya with her big searching eyes.

Maya put a hand on her cheek. “You’re not me, and Farkle isn’t Lucas, but you knew that a long time ago. This is for you to figure out, Honey.”

“When did you get so wise?”

“I have a very good friend.”


From that point on, not only did she see what she’d already felt, but her feelings grew exponentially, to the point where it hurt to look at him. She loved him, and she failed to treat him the way you treat someone that you love. The way someone who loves him ought to treat him, especially her. He cared so much about the truth, how had she let herself let him down this way?

Once Farkle had left the room, Maya sat her down. “Pumpkin, I gave you time to do this on your own, but now I’m stepping in. Spill.”

“I was in a chatroom, with no agenda, and I found Farkle. We started talking, and I didn’t want to stop. It seemed like he liked me, her, so I didn’t tell him. We’ve been talking ever since, for weeks, and I don’t know how to clean this mess.”

Maya sat down next to her. “The only way that you’re going to get through this is if you talk to him. Talk to him as you. It’s gonna be hard no matter how he reacts, but you have to give him a chance to react before you decide how it’s gonna go. He deserves that much.”

Riley nodded. “I – I can do that. Can you stay here for moral support?”

Maya squeezed her hand. “Anything you need, Honey.”

Riley logged onto the app that she used to text from a different number. How had she ever let herself believe that this was a good idea? This was what happened when she made her decisions without telling Maya first.

Riley tapped out her response and showed it to Maya. She didn’t want to make a bigger mess, and it was time that she started including Maya in her decisions again.

Riley as Sparkles: Mars, I’m sorry I didn’t respond earlier. I want to meet.

They sat there for a while waiting for a response. After five minutes, they crawled into Riley’s bed and watched a Disney movie on Riley’s laptop. If this was going to take a while, Maya wanted her in her happy place.

They’d gotten about halfway through Lilo & Stitch when Farkle texted back.

Farkle: Sorry, I got tied up. One of my friend’s is having a really rough time and I’m trying to think of a way to cheer her up. I could meet you later tonight or after school tomorrow?

Riley started tapping, “After school would be great,” when Maya stopped her. “You know that if you put this off, you’re going to chicken out. You need to do this now.”

Riley nodded and deleted what she’d just typed. Maya watched over her shoulder as she tried again. If she had a problem with it, she didn’t say anything.

Riley as Sparkles: It’s probably best if we meet sooner rather than later. How about in front of Abigail Adams HS at 8 pm?

His response was almost immediate.

Farkle: Is that where you go to school?

Riley knew that she was giving him clues, and while that would have bothered her earlier, she knew that he would know soon enough. If he didn’t know already, it wasn’t likely that he would figure it out now.

Riley as Sparkles: Yeah, but I figured it was close enough to midtown that you could get to it without going too far. Is that ok?

She knew it would be, and she felt bad keeping up the charade longer, but if he knew, he might not come. And he deserved to hear it from her, before he found out on his own.

Farkle: Yeah, I’ll see you then.

Riley bit her lip. “He knows. He knows that it’s not someone else, he knows that it’s me.”

Maya looked at her in confusion. “What do you mean? How would he know? Did you say something?”

Riley shook her head. “No, I don’t think so, but he’s been asking me all week if we could meet, and now he’s lost all of his enthusiasm. He usually flirts.”

“Maybe he wasn’t that into her. It’s entirely possible that he liked the idea of her more than the actual person. This could be a good thing,” Maya said with a small smile.

Riley pulled the covers up and grimaced. “I hope so, Peaches.”

They watched another movie and talked strategy, but Riley was becoming anxious. She wasn’t sure that she’d make it, but she knew that Maya would push her to where she needed to be.

When 7:40 rolled around they got their things together, and as Maya was heading in the opposite direction, Riley stopped her. “I need – can you go with me and make sure that I go? I might need a push.”

They headed to the subway stop and waited. And waited. And waited. She was going to be late, damn.

By the time that they caught their train, they knew that they were going to have to run to get there even slightly on time, and Riley thanked God that she’d worn combat boots instead of heels.

Sitting there on the 12 minute ride – they’d timed it before – Riley started to rehearse what she was going to say. “Farkle, I need to talk to you. I – “

Maya cut her off. “Nope, that sounds like a breakup or bad news, start over.”

“Farkle, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to –“

Maya shook her head. “Don’t make excuses, start over.”

Riley took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Farkle. I’m Sparkles.”

Maya nodded. “Go on.”
“I shouldn’t have, and I’m sorry. You deserve to know. I never meant to hurt you, but now that I have, I’m so sorry.”

The train screeched to a halt. “Now you’re getting it. Let’s go.”

They ran off the train and hopped off the platform into the rain. “Are you kidding me? It’s fucking raining?” Maya yelled. She stopped and stared at the sky. “This is not a damn romantic comedy!”

Riley took her hand and pulled her along. “Come on, we have to go, universe be damned.”

They ran for a few minutes but had to stop for traffic. Riley pulled out her phone and 7:55 blinked back at her.

The moment that the walk sign started they were running again. Within the next block, the rain let up, and continued to do so until it wasn’t even sprinkling. Unfortunately, that didn’t help their hair much.

When they got to the school’s block they stopped. There he was, sitting on the steps of the school checking his phone. She heard a buzz and knew that it was from him, but she didn’t bother to look.

“You can do this. You’re going to do this.” Maya gave her a little shove. “Go, you’re ready.”

Riley walked toward the school, toward him, but couldn’t stop fidgeting. She’d moved her hair in front of and behind her ears too many times to count. About ten feet away from him she stopped.

Riley looked back at Maya, but before she could get reassurance from her, she heard Farkle speak. “Riley. What are you doing here?”

She looked down at her feet, but forced them to move forward until she was sitting next to him on the steps. “I’m really sorry, Farkle. You – you know, don’t you?”

Riley couldn’t quite read his face. It didn’t seem angry, but it was like he had put up a wall. He didn’t do that with her. At least, he didn’t before. “I need you to say it. I’m not going to believe it if you don’t say it, Riley.”

For the first time all day, she knew that she wasn’t going to cry. She felt conviction. “I met you in a chatroom without trying to, but I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry.”

“I need – say it, please.” He had turned towards her and was looking into her eyes.

Riley wanted to shy away, but held her ground. “I’m Sparkles.”

His face hadn’t changed. Why couldn’t she read him? “Why did you do it? Why did you lie to me?”

A crack was beginning to form in the wall that stood between them, but it was tiny, and it didn’t offer much. “I had something to say, and I went about it all wrong. I hurt you. I hurt my best friend.”

His face softened. “You didn’t hurt me, Riley, you’ve confused me. What could you possibly have to say that would require you tricking me, lying to me every day? What could be so important?”

“I love you, Farkle –” she started.

“Stop beating around the bush, Riley.” She knew that he didn’t really understand, and that she would have to make him.

“Farkle, I like you.”

The wall came down, but she didn’t see a feeling, just more confusion. “Wait, what do you me-”

He wasn’t allowed to finish his thought because she’d leaned in, and suddenly his lips were busy with something else entirely.

Instead of the sense of relief that she’d expected, she felt flames. Fire.

Riley was about to pull away when he pulled her in closer and started to respond in kind. Maya was wrong. This wasn’t a spark, this was a damn forest fire. All she felt was heat. Heat from his kisses and heat burning from deep inside.

She gasped and he took that as an invitation. She could feel his tongue exploring her mouth, testing his limits. She could taste coffee and something sweet, chocolate. She wanted to know how it felt, and started testing limits herself.

Before she could fully enjoy herself, he was gone. He’d ripped himself away from her, and she looked up in confusion. Farkle was breathing heavily and she could see the effort that it had taken to stop.

Riley leaned in to try and capture his lips again, but he leaned back.

Farkle stood up and walked away from her. She thought that he was just going to leave without saying a word, but he stopped.

He came back and held out a hand to her. When she took it, he helped her to stand and pulled her close. “You confuse the hell out of me, Riley.”

“I’m sorr-” and his lips were on hers again.

He kept it chaste and pulled away, laughing. He started pecking at her lips, drawing laughter out of her as well, slowly making his way down her jaw and neck. “You” Kiss. “are so” Kiss. “damn” Kiss. “vexing.” What had started out sweet and silly had been stirring feelings in her that were less than silly.

When Riley couldn’t take the teasing anymore, she pulled him back to her lips and began kissing him again with as much fervor as she could muster. Once again, he pulled away, and she felt a pang in her chest.

“I’m not rejecting you, I swear, it’s just that – this is important, to me at least, and you… you drive me to distraction. I can’t make this decision when I’m distracted, as lovely as this was. Can I have some time?” She bit her lip and nodded. He gave her one last kiss before leaving, and smiled before walking away.


She started walking back towards Maya – a real trooper who had stayed through the whole ordeal – but found that Maya was already running towards her. She was caught up in a bear hug and laughed. “Was that so bad?”

Riley pulled back with an incredulous look on her face. “Maya, it was terrifying.”

“Yeah, I know it was, but I didn’t mean Farkle kissing you.” Riley gave her a look and they both fell into a fit of giggles. They wrapped their arms around each other and headed for home.


Within a few hours, the happy glow was starting to fade. It was still there, and she was happier than she’d been in weeks, but the rest of the world had started creeping in. She and Maya were hanging out with Lucas, eating pizza when she pulled Maya aside.

Riley would have said it in front of Lucas, who was one of her best friends in the world despite their history, but she didn’t want to say anything until Farkle had made up his mind. She didn’t want to get her hopes up.

“Maya, he left,” Riley sighed.

Maya looked back at Lucas and smiled. “He didn’t leave. He needed to clear his head. You distract him. That’s a good thing, Riley.”

Riley, stubborn as ever, still wouldn’t let it go. “But he walked away.”

“Riley, he showed up, that’s what’s important. He was there. I saw your phone when you checked it. He showed up.

After Farkle had walked away, Riley finally checked her phone to see what he’d sent her.

Farkle: Riley, where are you? You’re late.

She had gone along, thinking that she’d fooled him, but he already knew. She’d underestimated him, and what’s worse, he didn’t hear it from her, not really.

Maya put on her ‘adult’ face and tried not to sound condescending. It wasn’t often that she had more experience than Riley in something. “You had time to figure out how you felt. He deserves that. Don’t you want to know that it’s real?”

“But what if he decides that I hurt him too much? What if he can’t be friends with me anymore because he doesn’t feel the same way?” It was easy for Riley to become plagued with “what-if’s”. For her it was as easy as breathing, and she wasn’t all that good at holding her breath to see what would happen next.

“Honey, you can’t worry about the things you can’t control. This is up to him now.” It was a fair point, and something that she had come to accept, but it was like she was thirteen again, and she hadn’t grown at all. Maybe that was how Farkle had felt about her all of those years ago, stunned by someone’s presence and rendered awkward and incapable of coolness.

Certainly, she’d never felt this way about Lucas. Lucas had been an experiment, her dalliance outside of love that let her know what love meant to her. She couldn’t even really explain how she loved Farkle, because loving him was a part of who she was, just like it had been for him when he’d loved her.

Riley smiled and put an arm around Maya. “Thank you, Peaches. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

They went back inside and tried to fold themselves back into casual conversation, and Lucas was fairly helpful, since he didn’t know about the awkwardness yet. “So, what was going on earlier? I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there for you.”

Riley smiled at him reassuringly. “Lucas, I love you, but this was something that you wouldn’t really be able to help me with.”

He held a hand to his chest, feeling slightly offended. “Riley, I’m always here for you. You can tell me anything. Don’t you trust me?”

Riley blushed and smiled at him “It’s just -”

“She’s madly in love with Farkle and thought that you’d feel awkward,” Maya cut in.

Riley spun around to glare at her best friend, who knew that she wanted to keep it private until it was real. “Maya!”

Lucas spat out some of the water he was drinking and stuttered out a response. “Wait, that’s an actual thing? Really?” He’d managed to cover his lovely girlfriend in some of the spray, which he was surely going to pay for later.

Riley narrowed her eyes at him. “What’s so wrong with it?”

Lucas shook his head and smiled. “Nothing, I actually like you guys together, but you’ve far surpassed our bet for when you would get together.” He started counting something off on his fingers, probably months.

“You made a bet about us? About when we would be an us?” Riley’s blush was creeping up her neck, and she felt somewhat ashamed that it had taken her so long to know her feelings.

Maya tried to explain it away with a smile. “It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“Even you Peaches?” Honestly, Riley wasn’t all that surprised, but it still stung a bit.

Maya snorted. “Well it was bound to happen, I just don’t know what took you so long.”

“And nobody told us?” Her voice was getting louder, she’d have to keep that in check.

Lucas frowned and thought about it. “We didn’t want to scare you off.”

Maya jumped in with another excuse. “No one wanted to get Farkle’s hopes up, it’s just not a good idea.”

Riley took a sip of her drink to calm herself into a teasing tone. She was still a bit miffed about the fact that they’d bet on her love life. “You people with your ‘no more excuses’ and your hypocrisy. You guys suck.”

Lucas’s phone chirped, and he looked down at it. “My momma need’s me at home, do you mind?” He asked it as a general question, but his eyes landed on Riley when he said it.

Riley stared him down. “If it’s Farkle, that’s fine. You don’t have to lie to me.”

Lucas ducked his head and nodded. “Yeah, it’s Farkle. You don’t mind?”

“He’s my friend. I want him happy, and I know that he won’t be until he figures this out, no matter what the answer is. Go ahead.” Lucas smiled at her and left after kissing Maya goodbye.

“I’m proud of you, Honey,” Maya said with a smile.

Riley grimaced at how Maya had managed to underestimate her. “I’ve always wanted him happy, Peaches. That’s never changed.”

(A/N): Much love to my Riarkle Beta, @dearmisslyss , fellow writer, and awesome human being.

The best is still yet to come, darlings.

christmas 1999 /// emily au

so this is the first in a series of christmas themed ficlets set in the unspeakable fear of things au. (although you don’t necessarily have to have read ufot to understand this story.) kind of spoilers for per manum. 

“I want to have a baby,” she says suddenly.

Mulder looks up at her in shock, and immediately looks down to check on Emily, see if she’s still asleep. Newly five and having grown exponentially in the past year, she looks considerably less small than the last time they were on a plane - on the way back from New York - with her limbs tossed carelessly across the airplane seat and red-gold hair strewn over her face in sleep. He pushes some hair behind her ear mindlessly, and Scully is reminded of why she wants him to be the father of her children.

He turns back to face her and takes her hand, rubbing her knuckles with his index fingers. “You want to have a baby,” he repeats, more in acknowledgment then anything else. She can’t read his reaction.

She nods, suddenly embarrassed. “I mean, it’s not… you know I love Emily more than anything. And I’m more than happy for this, our chance to raise her; I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world… but I hate that we missed those first few years of her growing up.”

He laughs quietly. “Em told me she was asking Santa for a sister this year.”

“A sister, huh.” Scully smiles to herself. “Why didn’t she mention it to me?”

“She thought you’d say no, like you did to the guinea pig.”

“A baby is a little different from a guinea pig, Mulder.”

“I know that. I’m just saying that you saying no to the guinea pig made no sense from my perspective. You want another dog, and what I don’t understand is how one little furry thing is different from another.”

“A dog is very different from a rat that I would probably end up taking care of…” she starts, the beginning of a speech she is tired of giving.

He chuckles, holds up his hands in a surrendering motion. “Hey, I’m not arguing with you, Scully.” He takes her hand again earnestly. “My point was that Emily wants this.”

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Love in Panem Presents: I've Loved You Forever

By @titania522

I’ve Loved You Forever - Valentine’s Day Outtake (otherwise known as Chapter 5)

Many thanks to @akai-echo for the exquisite banner, @mega-aulover, @thegirlfromoverthepond, and @akai-echo for their pre-reading magic. Thanks to @loveinpanem for hosting this challenge (yes, I realize I’m thanking myself - allow me a moment to be silly) and to all of you for reading the fruit of my brain.  Hope you have a wonderful day every day.

Parts 1-4 can be found here:


“Let me feel her!” Prim said excitedly as she put her hand over Katniss’s stomach.  Katniss reclined against the large pillow of her sofa, the compact swell of her six month belly round and firm beneath her sister’s hand.  They’d found out the sex of the baby - a little girl, just like Peeta predicted - during her last ultrasound.  After several moments of resting her palm against Katniss’s stomach, Prim’s eyes widened and her other hand flew to her mouth.

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anonymous asked:

Okay but we seriously need you to rewrite the S movie. Just cut out Space Prick, but keep the villain and the freeze-the-earth plot, and have Luna get some sympathetic character development instead of a tired romantic subplot. Who knows, maybe she and Artemis *remember* the villain from the Silver Millenium! Or, just, lattes and cupcakes, or anything at all really. ANYTHING EXCEPT SPACE PRICK

I assume you mean rewrite it as something other than a fever dream?

I’m going to tell you up front that if I were doing an S movie rewrite, it would not in any capacity be a movie about the cats. Not so much a rewrite as “throw this thing in the garbage and start over”.

We can keep the opening. THAT IS ABOUT IT

I disliked pretty much everything about the S Movie, but one of those things was the fact that it had no ties at all to the season it was about. Not that any of them are tightly interwoven with continuity, but R and SuperS do at least fit thematically. With S being arguably the strongest season overall, I think it’s a crime that its movie was not only so disconnected from it, but such a weak and poorly executed stand-alone story.

One of the strongest themes in the S season is the value of life, so I’d make that the central idea of the movie. I’d want to use this branch-off to explore the larger ideas of morality that are relevant to its season. In that vein, an important element for my take on the movie would be to not “pick sides”. That’s not an easy thing to do, necessarily, as I’m trying to think of this as a movie that would adhere to the overall style of the show, and that usually leads to Usagi’s way being “the right way”. But the show does on occasion suggest willingness to test those ideas, so I think I could pull it off.

So yeah, I’d want to create a story that explored both the Inners and the Outers viewpoints, without definitively coming out in favour of either. They’re both right and they’re both wrong, and it’s hard.

In keeping with the other movies, this wouldn’t tie directly to its season, so it won’t specifically be about Talismans or Messiahs. The Outers will have their Talismans though, so everything about that arc can inform the characters, and we can maybe in the beginning of the movie have Hotaru and Chibs having a sleep-over or something. HOTARU GETS TO AT LEAST APPEAR IN A MOVIE.

We’d need a new enemy then. Perhaps it’s one Haruka and Michiru recognize and have dealt (or failed to deal with) before.

That could lead well into something I’d like to incorporate into the movie, and could in fact help set up the general structure: an on-going story within the story of an early mission/adventure for Haruka and Michiru. Maybe this returning (and much more powerful) enemy is one they encountered before. Maybe they were lenient. Maybe they were merciful. Maybe they were just distracted and the enemy got away because they weren’t decisive enough. Whatever the reason, innocent people are hurt and the world is in danger and it’s “their fault”.

I’ve been tossing the specifics of what’s going for about an hour, and I still haven’t hit something that perfectly fits. I’m not at my creative best at the moment, and I’m not completely happy with this. Still, the Ask isn’t going to finish itself, so consider this just general brainstorming.

The movies don’t mind borrowing ideas from its season, so I’m leaning toward the enemy taking on a personal level when its able to “possess” or “infect” people. I turned over a lot of possibilities on that idea. One of my favourites saw Usagi and Michiru as the only two left and having to face down their loved ones. As I think the strongest embodiments of their respective philosophies, they have by far the best standpoints to stay on theme. But not only do I feel 110 and the SuperS Special set the standards for Michiru on this, it also felt too much like the story declaring itself for “Usagi’s side” and not enough Michiru’s, so not what I’m looking to do.

Instead then – and I think this has potential to be interesting in and of itself – I think I’d have USAGI as the one who is “possessed”. She becomes the new face of the enemy. This leaves the Inners and the Outers both with a personal stake, and having to figure out what the fuck to do about it.

I think the real strength of Usagi’s ideals will be in how well they persist without her. The Inners are threatening to fracture over this. Protecting Usagi from a threat to her is clean and simple, particularly because that will also include “protect the Earth” as a package deal. But if Usagi IS the threat, what do you do? And what matters most? Protecting her body, or protecting the spirit of her? And does that mean believing in her methods or striving for her results?

The Outers don’t have it any easier. It’s much simpler to say “THE MISSION at all costs” when the cost will be innocent, but unknown, blood on your hands. Beyond whatever personal attachments, the fact remains that Usagi is the Princess. What kind of chance does the world have without her? Can they afford to rush in and take action? But can they afford to wait?

We’ll get a happy ending, of course. THERE’S TWO AND A HALF SEASONS TO GO. The Inners and Outers unite against Usagi and are able to reach her and give her the strength to free herself. But getting to that point will be the interesting part. Who sides with who? Could Mako ever side against Usagi? Could Ami accept the unspeakable loss of life if they allow their judgement to be clouded? Where are the lines of duty for Minako, and will she cross them? Will Rei’s belief in Usagi make her certain they can reach her, or will she make the hard choices and protect Usagi and what she loves from herself? Will Haruka, who’s already tested her conviction and is coping with the guilt that it won, cast aside THE MISSION? If the world is doomed either way, will Michiru embrace it now with a clear conscience, or bear the weight to keep fighting?

Will they fight each other? PROBABLY BECAUSE THAT’D BE AWESOME

But in the end, both “sides” come away with the knowledge that there really was no right or wrong, there were only the lines they drew for themselves.


anonymous asked:

I've noticed there seems to be some "policing" in fandom (Positivity Policing I think peeps are calling it). And sadly it seems somewhat true. Also there's weird goalpost shifting for A LOT of issues, almost twisting the plot so it suits better. Also (Cas)fans who are not satisfied get condescended to. It makes me rather uncomfortable. Not to say you are a part of this, I actually voiced this to you because you always answer fairly and with respect for others' opinions.

Oh, I have not had enough coffee for this :P 

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