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tothemeadow · 4 years

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Big brain moment big brainmoment: scenario of pillars (with reader of wanted) swapping BODIES. Or pets. Both are cool! Idk how this'll happen, but yuess plzz

This is such an interesting prompt! I hope you don’t mind that I went with a female reader to even out the balance (since most of the pillars are guys). I also had the names randomly drawn to see whose body swapped with whose!

‘switch ‘em up’ / Pillars x Reader

warnings: just Tengen being a pervert lol

words: 1,004

for reference: Giyuu / Shinobu | Sanemi / Muichiro | Obanai / Tengen | Gyomei / Mitsuri | Kyojuro / you

It’s not uncommon for all of the Pillars – yourself included – to stay the night at Oyakata-sama’s residence after a long night of discussing battle topics and going over general information dealing with the rest of the corps. On that fateful night, you all wished each other well and went about your separate ways. It was like any other night, sleep beckoning to those who listened.

It’s in the morning, though, when everything goes wrong.

Now, normally, you, Shinobu, and Mitsuri would sleep together in the same room. It was never a big deal, and all three of you enjoyed each other’s company. However, as your eyes cracked open after hearing a scream, you realize Shinobu and Mitsuri aren’t even there anymore. You gawk at Gyomei and Giyuu – they sit where the other two futons lay, their yukatas seemingly tight on their bodies. Hell, if you’re remembering correctly, weren’t those the yukatas the girls wore to sleep last night?

“Uh, guys?” you ask. You’re suddenly taken aback at how drastically different your voice sounds. You do not sound that deep. If anything, you sound like Kyojuro. You lick your lips and blink wildly. “Why are you in here? Where’s the girls?”

Giyuu sighs. He seems frustrated as he pushes the loose strands of hair out of his eyes with clunky movements. “(y/n), it’s us,” he presses. “I’m Shinobu. Mitsuri’s right there.” He points to Gyomei’s hulking form.

Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead. This is a dream, right? You didn’t magically change bodies, right? You wince as you pinch the soft skin of your inner elbow. Now that you’re looking down, you notice that your hands are not your own. They’re bigger, the palms covered in callouses and scars. The bronzed skin rings you as strangely familiar.

Oh, shit.

Throwing off your blanket, you expose beefy thighs wrapped tightly in the fabric of the yukata you wore last night. The article of clothing is way too short; you waggle your exposed toes, disbelief filling your senses. What the fuck is going on here?

“Shinobu,” you say, your newly deepened voice rough with sleep, “explain. Please?”

Giyuu – Shinobu? – shrugs his – hers? – shoulders. “I don’t know what happened. But, if I can tell just by looking at ourselves, the others must have been affected.” You watch as she draws himself to a stand. Looking down at herself, Shinobu scowls. “Out of all people, why’d I have to stuck as him?”

“Do you- Do you think everyone is alright?” Mitsuri squeaks. It is way too weird to hear Gyomei’s deep voice sounding so mouse-like. Mitsuri fidgets with the hem of her yukata, the end of it just barely covering her crotch. Poor girl – it mustn’t be easy being stuck in the body of a goliath.

Following in Shinobu’s actions, you quickly stand up. “There’s only one way to find out.”

The threw of you hastily stagger out of the room, all three of yours movements janky. If anything, it’s like a bunch of young babes learning how to take their first steps. Luckily, the other Pillars must’ve thought the same thing; all ten of you stand in the hallway, confusion written across all your faces.

Shinobu pushes past you, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Listen, everyone!” she calls, gathering everyone’s attention. “Clearly, something detrimental has happened to all of us. I suggest we do a roll call and see who’s in whose bodies.” She raises her hand. “I am Shinobu, and I am in-“ she shudders, “-Giyuu-san’s body. And, if anybody is so willing, please proceed to stab my eyes out.”

Down the hall, Obanai starts snickering. “Oh gods, Shinobu! How flamboyantly violent that is! Can I call dibs?” Well, at least you know where Tengen is.

On the other hand, Tengen’s face contorts with a disgusted expression. “Can you not use the word “flamboyant” when you’re in my body? I don’t want you ruining me.” And there’s Obanai. Poor guy. Tengen only cackles at the hostile remark.

“Hey now! Let’s not argue!” Your jaw drops as you step forward; whatever Kyojuro wore the night before practically hangs off your frame. You – he – places his hands on his hips, his signature smiling curving his mouth. It is way too weird seeing yourself move from the eyes of another person. That’s what you look like? Seriously?

Kyojuro clears his throat and thrusts his hand into the air. “Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame Pillar, here!”

Tengen groans. “How come you get tits?”

You gawk at Tengen. “Tengen, shut up!” you screech.

He turns to you, his heterochromatic eyes gleaming mischievously. “Ohoho, is that (y/n) I see? You swapped bodies with Kyojuro? Now that’s funny.”

“Put me out of my misery,” Shinobu’s body says. You figure it must be Giyuu due to the pained expression.

“Everybody just shut the fuck up!” Muichiro yells. Marching towards the center of the hall, he glances over everyone with a scowl playing on his face. “Clearly, something got us fucked up overnight. Instead of fighting over who’s in whose body, we should be figuring out why.”

Gyomei – who’s in Mitsuri’s body – claps his hands together and murmurs a quick prayer. “Sanemi, you didn’t mess around with a fortune teller again, have you?”

Muichiro’s face darkens with an angry blush. “Shut the fuck up, titty twister! I didn’t do shit.�� Turning to Giyuu, he points an accusing finger at him. “I bet he – she, whatever – did this.”

Ah, so Sanemi must be in Muichiro’s body. Figures.

The real Muichiro yawns, his hand reaching up and scratching at his new white hair. “Can we just sleep it off…”

“Absolutely not!” Kyojuro booms. “We must get to the bottom of this!”

“Before that,” Tengen says as he scooches over to where your body stands, “do you mind if I feel you up? I’m curious.”

You can feel – Kyojuro’s? – face warming up. “That’s it. Sorry, Obanai-san, but Kyojuro’s foot is going up your ass.”

Shinobu sighs as you take after Tengen. “Well, this is just wonderful, isn’t it?”

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datingdonovan · 3 years

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idk how this works but oh well, estp and i rejected everyone cause they didn't meet my standards 😻

a/n: immediately knew who to give you hahahahaha :):):) here's hoping you love him as much as everyone does here on whatever side of the hq fandom I exist in

look im not saying you have to meet him. and if you do, im not even saying you're gonna like him. im really not. im just saying he's giving me the most hilariously you vibes that I just, I wouldn't feel right if I didn't at least try to introduce you two. I met him when we started screenwriting class a few weeks ago and I just like, almost couldn't hold in my laughter when he started talking. he sounded exactly like you. I honestly would not be surprised at all if you already knew him. does the name ring any bells? it's... matsukawa??

oh my friend of extremely high standards, please talk to this man. I don't know what his standards are. but he is GOOD. LOOKING. and pays absolutely NO. ATTENTION. to the girls in our class who are obviously all over him like I wouldn't be surprised if these people were taking the class just to get close to him hahahaha and he just... ignores them completely, walks out of class alone, I mean its so funny to watch the looks on their faces. honestly sometimes he plays the disinterested part so well that im not sure if he dislikes the attention or if he somehow actually is just oblivious to the fact that everyone is in love with him. the whole scene is just hysterical. and don't even get me started on him IN CLASS. oh my gosh, he seems like the strong silent type most of the time but he's like SO smart and GOOD at what we're doing and its SO funny when he makes some backhanded quip about somebody else's work, and like everyone isn't sure whether to laugh or to call him out for being too harsh. like he just has your sort of flippant disregard for norms and social filters but also the smoothness after the fact to most of the time get away with it??? hahaha also did I mention he's so good looking??? like I just think you two would be THAT HOT COUPLE at the party that everybody wants to be because you're so blunt and cool and funny and you both seem sort of strange and mysterious and you don't let your emotions show real easily. also, you seem like the type of people to always be getting up to weird adventures??? so like your friends are always wondering like what you all are going to be doing next whether its rolling up on a motorcycle that you both had a part in building or just talking about the time when you ditched school to check out a different country for the weekend like. you're THAT HOT COUPLE. im sorry but idk how the man couldn't meet your standards. I can just see it so clearly like you two are so blunt and kinda intimidating but also so funny and interesting and did I mention HOT. are you convinced yet??? im seriously gonna try to set you up.

#ask #asks #adorree #matsukawa issei #haikyuu!!#haikyuu matchups #this one kinda tested my knowledge of estps so I hope I got you at least half right lol #but either way mattsun is amazing so I hope u <3 him :):):)

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misterbitches · 3 years

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I ship muren and li cheng bc i only saw it through gifs then i watched this episode cos i was like im only starting this show if they kiss im waiting and they did and it was nice and i got so anxious that i was about to fucking vomit. I really like them together. The top/bottom shit is dumb and i hope if they must mention it they all build a bridge and get over it so they can switch cos who gives a shit. I didnt realize how large they all are like most “tall” men on tv are lying. But bc that kid is so thin and tall and the other one (idk the stepbrother) is huge too. Li cheng is shorter than them both but more ~manly~ but still short so why doesnt he take a DICK UP HIS BUTT XD since that’s all that fucking matters and there’s only 2 genders and 2 eays to have sex lmao so nothing else otherwise ur screwed

Hd a terrible past couple of weeks personally and because i keep seeing my peopl eget murdered and things ripped from us ^_____^ anyway here’s Some libertatrian communist dumb bitch discoars so i’ll tag it:

keep in mind these are my opinions’”” when i engage in discourse. I am not the end all be all and I don’t need you to agree. There’s some shit I am non-negotiable on but thsi is just exchanging of information. Any authoratative tone I take on comes from my beliefs, my life, my experiences, and what I choose to cultivate as a person and an artist. I dont have control over your feelings, you do. If it hurts you then either tell me the issue and be PRECISE about it, understand that context matters which is why i type so much in engagement, and do not fucking lie or misconstrue my words. Do not call me western ever in your life either. I am a black-american. I have adhd and bc i am a black woman if ur automatically thinking im brolic i am accepting money in my paypal for ur wellbeing to get me to shut the fuck up.Thanks.

The stepbrothers storyline is stupid and lazy writing. I really want to counter people that say it’s written well and that it’s interesting because it isn’t. Even if it was illicit and fucked we can write a story out about this. Let’s rethink what they could have done shall we:

- become stepbrothers at about 16 and their parents mismanage the relationship and they fail in trying to get an integrated family together (this is what happened in the #iconic transit girls and that was fuckin’ weird but hey dude guess what we watched it and it was weird but not unethical and we know one is like 19 and the other is 21 and a girl so it’s like wow you avoided so much and handled their stepsister story very…….um lightly given the end lmao but it was there and people had AGENCY)

-OR you realize that freak is obsessed with him and then he realizes it and is like “bitch i swear to god” and in typical shtity trope BL fashion they can find a way from obsession, to loss and independence when you lose your obsession, to “love” if they choose

- have the fucked up shit but make it clear what the issues are and you literally cannot write your way out of it so do not try

But why can’t fucked up things be shown? Also this is realistic.

0. Well according to you but no one said that they can’t. So that’s on your interpretation of critique (that is, again, not bullying or harassment.) They can, i just gave plenty of scenarios in which it is affective and not just annoying to witness, trope-y, and frankly ridiculous and offensive. Sorry! They don’t do it well. You can come up with alternatives too. See #2 btw.

1. No it isn’t doing a good job of reflecting life because life has consequences. The exaggeration in drama doesn’t mean the arc shouldn’t be there. Almost always things that aren’t heavy with the message or meant to be sobering in a deep way are COMPELLING. The realism is the basis for art because we are human. This is not the way real humans act.

Someone said Tharn Type was mature and I had to laugh because no, no one acts that way and is “in love” if they act that way that means they fucking hate each other and they’re immature and frankly it’s just not that interesting for many of us to watch because the dramatization of the “realism” is fucking bonkers. That was such poor writing it is unbelievable and someone has the audacityt o say it’s how real adults act. Fucking murder me if I’m with someone for 7 years and we break up over a miscommunication and for some reason I am not as horny as my always horny boyfriend. The fuck? What kind of lives do you lead? Either you are not an adult or you are an adult who needs therapy.

I also hear the “realistic” argument but then people try and temper it with “but also it’s fiction.” What do you think fiction is? Why do you think filmmaking exists? Number one, it’s propaganda in the sense that you want others to buy into your presentation and see what you see. That means that the creators are telling people and influencing them WITH ART BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT IT IS about their feelings around a situation. That’s why it is imperative to be responsible as a filmmaker and artist and underline the deepness of creepiness if that’s what they want. If they want to relay that rape sometimes ok and psychos are crazy so they get boy (??!?!?!? BITCH?) then they achieved it with no innovative information. We know people get raped bc we are human beings and many of us live with that fear. You know, being the target demo and all. And bc BL loves that trope it’s rape fantasy peddled to young people and women. Just like shitty wattpad fics or NYT best sellers. Hooray, what now? Or are you trying to purport that this isn’t glorified fanfiction? Which it literally is

2. This is the issue with these shows. No one is saying that fucked up shit cannot be shown. There’s a film about a woman who is raped and she falls in love with her rapist (because he was masked but i think we find out later that she knows. Binoche is in it.) I have no desire for that film—i think it’s by a man and i extra dont care—but I hear it’s sort of powerful for many. I heard it was a good film. But the act itself is always eschewed and the conflict comes from how fucking ridiculous it is especially finding out that she knows. The power imbalance adn the possibility. They may not have handled it in a way I would have cared for but it was there.

There’s simply no imagination because these people do not care that much and aren’t great writers and filmmakers because they simply do not have to be. Sorry.

The industry doesn’t rely on the best they rely on efficiency (this is everywhere.) You can tell by the camera angles, the editing, the camera itself (idk if it is multicam but the flatness is typical soap flatness without the glowboxes to soften their faces.) Simple constant lighting. Now the surroundings are mostly beautiful. But even to some of the costumes. And those edits are abysmal, some of that camera work.

So with all that said even with the couple I extremely enjoy I see its (H4) faults. Add into that a lazily thrown together “shocking” love and if they are trying to get us to feel a type of way about its sexiness they fail. This is why movies like 50sog, 365 days, etc aren’t enjoyable to people because it’s fucking strange situations that they dont want to entangle or make enjoyable to viewers across the board. They know what people will take. It’s just that bitch what are we here for if even the sexiness isn’t there for ur stupid story.

At least with that teenager and 30 yr old man in MODC (which i do not love but i like them in theory if it wasnt totally repulsive to me and also if it was developed in a way that was good TO ME) they had their, er, “sex appeal” i talk about this as well the main couple in MODC to me, visually, was a miss. Not bc whatshisface was small and stuff but bc he was so sickly and they needed that to propel the story but it was just not appealing given how the story progressed. A missed opportunity in tying the two together besides making him look waif-y and sickly only to have the “did ur mom die in a car crash? No, cancer” type of move in not another teen movie. But the opposite. And not funny. Wayne tho????? GORL. Eggs. Cracked.

fandoms have a very warped sense of harrassment and discourse.

Most fandoms have harassers who are “protecting” the cast and crew who don’t need their protection (or maybe the crew does since they probably dont get paid well but why the fuck would anyone care about that lol) but very few have the people who have concerns or massive critique about the show are not going to be “bullying.”

If people are saying “if you like xyz, u suck” then sure it may suck for you to see but who fucking cares. Either talk to the person or don’t be friends with them. That is not bullying or harrassment. Things that are shitty get criticized. Fuck, things that aren’t shitty don’t. Get away from this idea of cancel culture and people misunderstanding the story. We have the ability to.

Think beyond your noses of personal preference. You don’t have to convince people of what you believe. Discussing it is good but critique is not bullying, harrassment, or hate. Neither is fucking roasting shit because even this shit I like (manner of death lets say) deserves it. Art is meant to be critiqued and if you dont fucking like the bullshit people make then say it. They know stupid stories like this are scandalous and they don’t give a shit in how to present them.

And guess what? You won’t like everybody. Many people can’t stand me i’m sure. Oh well. I mean frankly I don’t like that and I feel very unsettled when I don’t feel understood. That’s ok! I have to temper it. Sometimes calm myself down. I won’t get anything and everything I want. And you won’t like every opinion and sometimes it’s like “man am i a dummy?” But the part of growing up is fucking maanging that and beng honest about “bashing and harrassment” and “bullying” and growing up. Yuo can like what you want the “let people like what they want thing” is so fucking juvenile and THAT is not the real world. Which is probably why so many people feel that way, they dont want to live in the real world. Unfortunately, you do.

Think beyond our noses of personal preference and what we feel emotionally in conjunction with others. You don’t have to convince people of what you believe. And you can say things that you believe to be true but it doesn’t make them so or maybe it isn’t received that way to people. And many times we learn new things in the discussions “oh shit i didn’t see it that way” right? Discussing it is good but critique is not bullying, harrassment, or hate. Neither is fucking roasting shit because even this shit I like (manner of death lets say) deserves it. Art is meant to be critiqued and if you dont fucking like the bullshit people make then say it. They know stupid stories like this are scandalous and they don’t give a shit in how to present them. Usually the “opposition” in these situations aren’t the popular beliefs that permeate through society. Trust me lmao

Antiblackness

Antiblackness is a thing. It permeates everywhere. It permeates in this genre and it permeates in fandom. Get it the fuck together. Also do not conflate cultural relativism with being repsectful. They are not barbarians, they are smart human beings either making work or deciding to. We all have diff cultures but we have fucking sense in what is respectful and not. And if we don’t we fucking learn. You cannot excuse things and say “oh culture” when you have 0 idea of that culture or actual people who are radical etc and are fighting against it. Additionally the word westerner is an ignorant term when referring to people in the US or UK who are black. Because we are not. We extend sympathy to other groups and empathy since we know so there is no inherent power imbalance between a black viewer and their subject. Don’t suggest that because it’s wrong and ahistorical and contextless.

FIRST the fallacy of representation as freedom makes people fucking complacent, individualistic, and doesn’t let them think critically. Consumption and discourse around consumption is not helping material conditions of the marginalized communities in your home, the black ones who are ignored, those intersectionalized in these communities. Groups talk about art and what it means for them outside of just what we see and because we also don’t have access to a bunch of Thai reviews or what movements or going on we are less likely to know if we don’t FUCKING SEARCH for it. Because art is constant...which leads me to....

Representation is difficult. It matters and it doesn’t.

Tthese shows are not meant to overturn the LGBTQ+ community.

There are queer filmmakers and artists in these countries. Deep illustrious film careers or even TV that is moving and deliberate. We can even see it with the dude from “your name engraved” in their short series he was in beforehand. BL is no wa pejorative because it is simply not “qu**r” storytelling whatever that means. But know it has always existed everywhere and there are also out artists or radical artists in all these countries who do no respect mediums that are cash-grabs and poorly made.

ex: As much as “Like in the Movies” sort of isnt for me and is a bit hamfisted you can tell how much love goes into that. Love of the characters, acting, and message. Yes it’s cringey to see some of the lines (like very tbh subtlety wasnt exactly their strong suit) and yea naming them after lenin and marx is just 0ihgoaudgijposkagjihou BUT GUESS WHAT? THEY FUCKING DID IT. THEY TRIED. And class was a large component as well bc u cant fuckin ignore it. The show is aware of the machinations in its world as a show but also in the philippines and for a fuckin reason. And duatarte? Loooooooool so like yea not so sure bl makes him love his ppl but the show isnt trying to do that

It’s not a transgressive genre and it has no reason to be. No ethical anything under the way we live it’s just trying your fucking best to be. That’s it. They serve societal ills and capital’s purposes. Which is fine but it is not revolutionary.

These countries in SEA or even SA do not have as big budget for even mainstream dramas—though things are changing and that’s bc REVENUE like revenue from kpop is fucking huge for SK and again so much about that is bc of what happened in their history from japanese imperialism to WWII to the US—so for “queer” stuff it is sort of now important to make that an export and it sure is one. Not only globally or to the west but a lot of these places make their money within asia (duh!) outside of their countries. OBVIOUSLY. so BL is a way to output and gain money. The thing is, it doesnt seem to be put back into the industry at all. For people in all these countries to make works that aren’t for mainstream or wont reach as many people there’s a difference between trying and just shoving shit in your face and going here it’s gay you like it right? But dont antagonize the inherent patriarchal nature of BL.

Another thing: did you guys know thailand was never colonized? You should look it up. There’s little hints of things in ITSAY to represent french influence still. Isnt that fascinating? Find out why. It’s certainly interesting that the representation, though damaging and dubious many times and also incorrect like any media, is huge in asia and this isnt a commodity here (the US) exactly. A lot of that has to do with colonial ideas of gender of which I am sure. But listen………lmao

Sometimes people dont give a shit. And it very much shows. Here is the thing once again. GOOD TRANSGRESSIVE WORK exists.

Een within the capitalist Bs paradigm or you can see people trying (I can sort of applaud parts of lovely writer) also queer media has always existed everywhere the reason you don’t know about it is because it gets takena nd commodified into a mainstream product. We hvae little incentive, particularly if we are not fans of cinema or art in gen, to search fror others when the output is right here. Being dictated by others and the state and who will give you money. No longer an effort of a cast and crew who want to convey things. But google [any country] independent cinema, radical cinema, queer radical cinema, or even retrospectives on the cinema and rethinking what is queer and radical in film. What if we took that, diluted it, got rid of the creators who put themselves through all the work, ignroe al the nuances and do……………….two actors who are conventionally attractive with no chemistry making out.

It’s the same here lets say daniel kaluuya winning the oscar for the film about the BPP. I heard it was okay and not too offensive but it still isnt’ enough. It still isn’t like hwood isn’t trash, nnati black, misogynistic towards BW and women, and all that other shit. It was pushy but it can’t be enough where we are. Black KKKlansmen i think won an oscar, by circumstance i fuckin hate these award shows they mean nothing, and i like the film a lot but he has his misogynoir still resting in his films even if it is poignant. And it was a film that honestly wasn’t really made for black people. And should all art be a response to direct trauma or trying to make ourselves palatable when we’re just human?

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ and it’s importance (capitalism) but also sorta individual responsibility

Considering a lot of these actors are rich and then just dip that’s another problem. Mainstream isn’t what sustains marginalized art ever. It doesn’t change in the vast ways we think it does. What changes is the people of these groups pushing, fighting, forcing and then capitalism trying to make it work under capitalism. It will not. It cannot.

This is why artists and labels often don’t mix or you see people like Sonic Youth doing whatever they want and pissing off their label but making them give them money. Same with Nirvana. Vince Staples. The thing is they can fight and make good shit but what capitalism helps people….not care? They don’t respect the audience? We’re getting those returns on poor executed product placement, lighting, editing, framing, fucking acting. And you surewon’t see mixed black asians in these shows. WHY R U is the oNLY one i have seen it in and he just disappears (but that was pretty cool.) so who the fuck is this representing? And before you start: asian countries are not homogenous the way we believe them to be. There are marginalized communities outside of even mixed people that are harmed. So you can skrrt cause on that one: you’re wrong buddy. But it gives us the IDEA of a paradise which is what they NEED.With representation and visibility comes consequence and responsibility as artists. What it allows them to do is coast and not think complexly because why should they; it’s mostly the fantasies of some older woman who probably has money and much less interaction with the world. It’s bonkers. And what that allows even further is for them to say YOU ARE THE THING THAT YOU CONSUME and the THING THAT YOU CONSUME IS YOURS. It is not, it is not your identity, form a close bond but figure it the fuck out. Especially for adults who are hellbent on twisting their minds into pretzels and can’t acknowledge what’s just laziness in art and not giving a fucking shit. Truly.

There’s damage that has been done from Parasite as he was supported by CJE&M and the bullshit obsession america had and eveyrone’s poor interpretation of it if they are rich. BJH is a socialist and he is a filmmaker. He has made films that are outstanding and cost a lot of money. But now a fear for indie filmmakers is just not being able to raise that much or have that much attention. Getting funding that helps them instead of expecting the Next Big Thing that is a fad because capitalism is trash. Yes this funneling of money is absolutely harmful to us artists. Even buying in is strategic. Additionally, that film is probs one of the most radical films to have that wide release and accolade (unlike “Sorry to Bother You” which i have a lot of thoughts about. One being that asian exports are acceptable but black ones are not. This is an overall art critique and global media critique. Blackness is removed, not respected.) However, filmmaking isn’t green, it can’t be socialist, and it’s a lot of work. They used tons and tons and TONS of water to do a huge beautiful feat but we still know there is a cost. We have to figure that out because it shouldn’t be. It doesn’t go back into the crew’s pockets the way it should and the work becomes that of the director’s and actors solely. It’s fucking hard. We have to do our part but it doesn’t mean we are doing it perfectly. We just have to try to do better. So does BJH cos he needs to not be a misogynist but anyways i digress.

additionally and this is something some users fail to understand: people in the media sphere generally have fucking money. I went to film school that was international with super fucking rich kids. Taiwanese kids, kids from south asia, china, thailand. They had money. No not upper middle class money, not “rich” money, not some paltry 1m that’s chump change. Fucking money. Fucking RICH-RICH. MILLIONAIRES. BILLIONAIRES. WHICH IS DISGUSTING MIGHT I ADD. The domestic people didn’t have the money for school (in the UK) and i am in a massive amount of debt like every other black student that went there. You do not understand how much money is needed to survive so people who turn to these crew positions even casting etc need this fucking money usually. OKAY. A lot of the people that do well in these dumb shows or even on a larger scale HAVE MONEY. The reason these industries are small and struggling is because of lack of people and lack of resources to independent shit because oh gee it takes money to make things.

Why should I try? Well you don’t have to really if you have money or a name. Yet...

We can tell when like those Tik Tok shows or DCOMs dont give a shit (anymore.) You know how frustrated we get when content for young people is garbage? Well, see, BL is literally that under that system. Occasionally we will get something good now but there is virtually no need in any sector in the world at this point to truly figure out how to make it better and what to do to enhance artistic literacy, outreach, teaching people new things, getting people from these communities there and having true realistic says. Art and culture is IMPERATIVE TO WORLD LIBERATION but not when it is so stiffly trying to bend to capital’s idea of progressiveness. No. Neoliberalism. No.

That’s why in a way ITSAY is a huge feat; it takes from films etc and they clearly had money (the actors rae rich too which….lmaooooo j’aime pas) but it was a respected fucking script, acting was important, blocking, framing. There’s very little to critique as a visual medium for that because I understand what they are trying to do, their market is going to be mostly young girls, but they RESPECT THE FUCKING AUDIENCE. And guess what guys? You can make money from it!!!! WOAH! Since that may be the only goal which is disgusting and repulsive.

HOWEVER AND THIS IS WHAT IS SAD: itsay is an ex of a great show however knowing the actors backgrounds and the pseudo trouble it stirred when they weren’t supporting people protesting against the coup in the summer it really put a damper on my enjoyment. And this is how we can see that:

a) it’s honestly just a show and a good one but b) now what?

These kids (actors, who are like idk 19? 20?) are rich and not saying anything while countless actors, who were filming, did. Even tul who has $$$$ and the thing is the protesting against the coup legitimately attacks the rich. As it should. The protests going on were cries for help, against a dictatorship and fucking coup, asking people to get fucking help for covid, having kids be able to live. There’s a mini on VICE about this and it probably doesnt go too in depth but there’s a kid in there who talks about his friends getting into drugs and how he just wants to make music, have fun, skateboard. And it’s harrowing to see. This is a direct example of what these things do and don’t do. Yea we know a good show is here, we know growing up and slice of life, we know this is a bit of escapism and idealism but the idealism is reflected in the way these actors also choose to live their lives. So what progress? To who? For who? How is this helping me? What purpose does it serve? I say ITSAY serves its purpose as a piece and a glimpse into possibility of growing up but i do not say it antagonizes a broader issue that needs to be relevant in some sense but simply is not. It’s very singleminded and, well, it’s sort of like “besides my sexuality, what do i have to worry about?” But for real humans like....a lot. I do not respect their decision at all.

Why can’t we do our jobs and make something decent and respect our audience? No time, gotta make that sweet sweet sweet cash baybee. Look how progressive we are! Don’t look at history and material conditions. Thanks in advance, management.

History 4 does not have that respect. Many of these shows do not. Sometimes we hit good, sometimes we don’t. But in the end we cannot settle. And I won’t. If I am critiquing something I will not be shy and if I am meant to enjoy something as escapism then these shows NEED to highlight that and it’s rare sometimes (the best twins is a good reminder like that show is bad but man do i Brain Empty when i turn it on and i like that and there’s not much in it that makes me want to kill myself from annoyance but there are transphobic jokes i dont love however the whole show is a comedy about this dude’s crazy homophobic sister and she is constantly positioned as wrong and they talk about the aforementioned trans women as the actor was in drag. Interesting that they can manage that, huh?)

Oh btw.....taiwan has a very complicated history but ignore all the bad stuff it’s good now you can kinda sorta get married and stuff. KMT? You know how i learned that? I care about human beings and read about it lmao. I am not Taiwanese and look at that. So now I have historical and DIALECTICAL~**~*~****~*~*~ context so i can judge it as an artist, a black woman from america, and from the knowledge i have to pick up on their history to see if this fits into a broader picture besides the micro-one of sexuality on an individualized level. And this is kinda where it comes full circle: these shows are not you, you are not them, they do not exist in a vacuum because nothing does. The failure to critique now means continuing on as it has and it will still do so. History and time are not linear in the sense we think it is. Someitmes things are better, sometimes things feel more austere. We are not living under liberation though and these shows are not going to do so. So they are not US nor are they for a nebulous “us” of which the groups are all fractured and have diff opinions anyway (my opinion as a black american is going to vary from an asian woman’s say and that could really clash and i do not feel solidarity with all those in every community i am for several reasons.)

Final thots that have taken up my time and the only thing i actually wanted to write but got distracted:

Anyway my dissertation is that I ilke Muren and LiCheng a lot a lot and i like how cute they are and how truly dumb li cheng is. This is an example of mostly good writing, decent actors, nice chemistry, and sort of a calmness to them. And I super enjoy how Muren is pretty forward with LC in the sense that being together is like very important to truly be together. When he was like “no i didnt forget!” Or when LC asked him something in the office I forget it was 6 am and again i almost threw up and muren nodded and then LC leaned on him. Very cute. I want more of them tho i may have to skip that othre couple (the cameo the ones from MODC) but omfg the younger one HIS HAIR GREW SO MUCH HE LOOKS SO MATURE AND CUTE OMFGIJ0HUG9SAOGIJPKOAGJSIOHUAGIJP hahhaha the one good thing i will say about THEM.idk how old the actor is i figure he was young idk it makes me happy to see him he’s very cute. I hope he’s in something i can watch and not gag at. Is he hot? Who knows but he is a cutie!!

Anyway muren and lc have a good thing going it’s nice to watch ho\pe they dont fuck it up but im truly a sucker for some true finds 2 luvas i think some user on her\e was like i’m not a fan of friends ot lovers bc it doesn’t seem like they’re actually friends and maybe they were referring to this show idk. But it made me think and it was a very good observation. So i think they are friends and also luvrs <3

#history 4 #history 4: close to you #i told sunset about you #a thot #tharntype #lovely writer #bl fandom #idk #lol #long

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fortheloveofkuroo · 4 years

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HAIKYUU AU:

Part 1 Part 3

Karasuno boys are having a sleepover in your place, their Manager!

4. Nishinoya Yuu

Yea boi he's excited.

Yuu have been always a fan of yours. Sure he loves Shimizu Kiyoko more than anyone (expect Tanaka lmao) But you, you're just so different that you shines in his eyes.

"Sleepover at (Y/n)'s home?! Not Bad!"

He is excited as hell.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Is your house bigg?" He excitedly asks. "Well, you'll see." You answered.

He cannot calm down geez. Unlike Asahi, who's nervous as hell he's very excited and everybody can tell.

"You guys can dry yourselves here, i'll shower first and prepare your dinner!"

Something about seeing your domestic self seems very unusual to him. He's not used to you who's not yelling and controlling people in the Gym.

You seems very famous for your strictness to the boys. But they're not complaining though.

He waits (strangely) patiently and being his usual self, with Tanaka he guards the bathroom.

"We, as a real gentlemen we have to guard our lady from danger. Especially when she's in her vulnerable state." Nishinoya explained. Tanaka answered with his nods.

Ofc you can hear everything from inside. "OI YOU TWO GET OUT FROM THE DOOR!" you opened the door, with bathrope on and wet hair.

Ofc these two guys arestunned. "Omg (Y/n), you're actually so hot-" "GET OUT!" you kicked both of them to the living room and quickly change to your clothes.

Doesn't took too long before you finished cooking dinner with Sugawara and bring them to table.

They all eat so much. You barely eats. That's alright, they worked so hard. It must be tough for them.

This guardian deity noticed that you don't eat much. So he gave a few portion of his Karaage to you. Without you even noticing.

"Eh,? I'm sure i finished mine though." You wondered. Nishinoya grins, "It seems like the Kaarage fairy likes you, (Y/n)!" Followed by cheering from Hinata asking if Kaarage fairy is real or not.

You know it's from him. It's not rare for Nishinoya sharing his food but it warms your heart.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

"I VOLUNTEER MYSELF!" Nishinoya shouted before Sugawara holds himself. "No you're not! I don't trust you!"

"Nishinoya-senpai is tiny so i'm sure he can sleep with the others just fine." Kageyama adds. "HAAH WHAT DID YOU SAAAYYY?!"

Omg the chaos. You had enough for some point.

"Geez! I'll sleep by myself. Don't make a ruckus and Good night." You snaps while closing the door. Leaving some of them guilty.

You can't lie that you feel a little upset. Maybe you're tired. Yeah, you're prolly tired. You're gonna apologize to everyone in the morning.

It's been hours since you turn off the light. Hell it's already midnight and you can't seems to fall asleep. You're mentally and physically tired but your eyes don't want to close even an inch.

So you left your room. Moving around a little hoping you'll get (even) more tired. You move slowly, making sure you don't make so much noise that loud enough to wake everybody.

A glass of water is enough to calm yourself down right? Nah it's not. You're still hungry.

"Psst. Hey."

You turn your head around, a boy with dark drown locks and a little golden blonde highlight on his bangs. It's undoubtly him.

"Noya? You haven't sleep yet?" You whispered to him. He shakes his head, but both of your movement is too loud for the first year that ate sleeping in the living room so you dragged him somewhere else.

Should you bring him to your room? Dang it but you're still upset. So you dragged him outside to terrace. Letting go of his hand as you two sits.

"Why are you still up?" Noya shrugs. "I don't know. How about you?" You shrugs back. "Idk. Prolly-" your stomach suddenly shrieks, cutting your words and Nishinoya cannot help but laugh.

"D-Don't laugh! You'll wake everybody!" You hit his arm as he coughs. "Um, wait here 'kay" he left. You have no idea what he's planning but oh well.

You hug your knees as you looks up, the sky is so clear. Thanks to the rain and storm earlier.

You nose picks up something. A savory delicious smell coming from inside the house. Wait is this his plan?

Not so long, Noya came back with two noodle cups. He gave one to you and place himself right next to you. He only give you a grin before you two busy enjoying your instant noodle.

Not only your stomach but your heart warms up now. It's the little silence that you two in.

You smiled. After putting your cup of noodle away you chuckles.

Nishinoya confused. "What? You still hungry??"

You shakes you head, "I just don't remember keeping instant cup noodles though.." "Oh it was mine. I brought spare food everywhere, because y'know i eat a lot." Nishinoya grins.

You thanked him as you ruffles his golden bangs. And your hand quickly got snatch from his head before you know it you already cornered between him and the cold concrete wall behind you.

Is this what kabedon looks like?

He slowly release your hand and apologize. Very ashamed of what he have done. He excuse himself but you stopped him.

"...Stay for a while."

God how can he say no?

Being in the same grade as you provide him with a lots of opportunities. Not only he can see you everyday outside the club activity, he's given the opportunity of interacting with you because you two are in the same class ans apparently, you sat beside him.

He nods and sits back while you quietly watch over his side profile. Damn, you never knew that Nishinoya is actually.. Pretty good-looking.

"Sorry, i acted without thinking earlier."

"Nah, it's fine. Don't worry about it. Also, gotta admit though, you look cool with your hair down, Noya."

You can tell he's surprised. A girl? Tell him he looks cool? What? In? The? World? Is? Happening???

It seems like the cold air and the full stomach is now making you drowsy. Noya notices this, he grabs your hand and leads you to your room.

"There there. Sleep tight kay?" He spoke as he cover your whole body with blanket. It's warm.

But it's not enough.

"Hnnh.. Noya, cold." You whine.

"Haa?? Then what do you want me to do? Cuddle you up?" He jokes. Well suprisingly you nods.

Noya shocked, but why not right? He smiles as he enters the soft blanket of yours and sighed.

"Fine i'll spoon you."

5. Tanaka Ryuunosuke

OMF THE CHAOS

He's literally dreading to go to your house.

"Oh shit nvm Kiyoko-san is number one- ...but sleepover at (Y/n)-san's house though, BUT KIYOKO-SAN!! B-But (Y/n)-san.."

Yeah that's what his mind probably looks like. He obviously loves Kiyoko but heck, when you appear infront of him. It's like another flower has bloom.

He swear to himself that he only devotes himself to Shimizu Kiyoko and not do anything weird but protect you as Karasuno's manager and that's it.

But when he enters your house, and seeing everybody so relaxed, he thinks "heh why not?"

Especially when he saw you getting out from the shower. He feels like he just cameback fro a long day at work and his wife is serving him-

WAIT NO THINK OF SHIMIZU KIYOKO.

Dang it, he hates himself. He can't pick. He loves Kiyoko so much but you.. You keep disturbing him.

And ofc you don't even know that this is what's going on. You only think that Tanaka loves Shimizu-senpai so it's cool he acts very defensive to the managers especially when they're outside the school.

But why is so nervous yet so happy when he sees you?

You cameback from the kitchen, placing the dinner on the table with Suga-san helping you out.

The entire scenario of you being his wife serving him right after he cameback from his work is very vivid.

He shakes his heaed as he stuff and chomps down his rice. Secretly stealing a gaze over your direction. Everybody's attention is slightly moves towards you too.

The way you eat, the way you speak, the way you smiles..

He ignores those all and focus on his meal and moves his focus elsewhere by teasing another member whose embarassed or flustered just because they're in your house.

But he's secretly overwhelmed too.

And not so long it's sleeping time.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

"I'LL DO IT!" "NO YOU DUMBASS! STOP COCKBLOCKING ME TANAKA!" "STOP IT YOU TWOO!!!"

Sugawara was quick to respond. But you already sighs and shakes your head. "Nevermind i'll sleep by myself.. Goodnight Guys."

Shit. He felt guilty now.

He tried to erase his feeling of guilty away, Nishinoya and the others are very quick to fall asleep. They left him alone. Awake in the darkness.

He can't sleep with this guilty feeling on his chest. As a true man, he must deal with his problem straight away.

So he brace himself and lightly knock on your door.

No answer. "Shit, she's probably already asleep. I should just wait untill tomorrow-" and the door opens.

Revealing you with a sleepy face and messy hair. So you did already sleepy.

"S-SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO INTERRUPT. PLEASE GO BACK TO SLE-" "Tanaka shhh.. Not so loud.." you yawns as you rubs your eyes.

"It's fine, what is it? I'm awake now." You smiles. He want to say something. Tanaka is a simple guy, if something is interrupting him, he will told you immediately.

"No ah.. I'm sorry (Y/n)-san. You should probably go back to sleep-" "Geez.. Be quite!" A shout suddenly startled both of you. Causing you to quickly drags Tanaka inside and shutting the door.

"Okay, what do you want to say?"

Man, Tanaka Ryuunosuke is stop working.

He's inside your room, he always wonder what a girl's room looks like. (His Onee-san's room is a very different one in his perspective)

"Hellooo? Earth to Tanaka? Ya there?" You wave your hand infront of him as you tap his bald head.

"A-Ah yes! It's.. I want to apologize about earlier." "Huh? Oh, that's alright. I was just tired so a little ruckus kinda bugs me. But that's okay, i'm sorry too for sounding so annoyed, eheh."

Your awkward pure genuine smile moves his heart.

He smiles. Is that it? Is this his choice?

"Say (Y/n)-san.." "Geez Tanaka drop the suffix. We're in the same year." You protest. Tanaka awkwardly chuckles and nods.

"What is it?" You wonder. Anticipating an answer from a boy who's sitting infront of you.

"Do you.. Have someone in your mind?" He looks down. Didn't even that brave to look at your eye. Untill he feels a little thud in his shoulder. He looks up..

You fell asleep on his shoulder. Oh my God.

The panic.

He's panicking inside and it shows. You, who's now asleep and sound on his shoulder suddenly slides to his lap.

He quickly carry you to the bed and tugs you in.

"This is bad this is bad this is bad this is bad"

Poor boy lol.

But one things he notices, your hand.. It won't let go of his hand. Even though he relase your hand, you kept looking for his hand.

"How adorable," he think to himself.

"...Don't leave."

"..I won't. Because, i think i love you.."

6. Kageyama Tobio

Honestly, this boi can't behave himself when he's near you.

HE ADORES YOU AWWW.

Y'know ya boi Tobio never really cares about the outside world of voleyball. So he never notice any stuff that's going around even if A LOT of girls in his class are crushing on him.

In the middle school everybody seems so distant from him because of his past attitude, but he's willing to change when he came to Karasuno and boom, he met you.

What a spark of fireworks.

So now his world revolves around two things. Voleyball, and you.

Kageyama doesn't want to bother you, so he decline. But his poor self didn't bring umbrella. He already made up his mind that he'll sprint to home untill he (accidentally) heard your quarel with Daichi.

Well, why not?

So this boy tags along, and being the polite boy he is he behave SO POLITE IT HURTS YOUR EYES.

"Jesus Kageyama, you don't have to be so polite." You laughs as the other members starting to notice. Kageyama's forehead form a confused expression.

He's actually pretty quiet and calm in your house. Your house remind him a lot of his Grandma's house. The atmosphere, and the living room is practically almost identical.

He tried to enjoy the moment but ofc Hinata Boge will annoy tf outta him.

When you distribute the towels, something struck your mind and he snaps you out of it.

"(Y/n)-senpai? Is anything wrong?" You shakes your head and gave him a thumbs up, i forming everything's fine. He's happy with the little interaction that you're both having.

That's just enough for him.

It's almost his turn to shower, some of the member that showered first already back, and Hinata decided to go ahead and shower first. Taking over Kageyama's turn and leaving him behind.

He was about to chase after him but Daichi pulls him back. "Don't make any ruckus." He advised Kageyama.

But Hinata strangely came back with a pale face. As if he runs to a ghost or something.

"Oi what happened? You run to a ghost or something?" He asked, mocking him.

Hinata face turns to serious yet doubtfull. Oh shit something serious must have happened. Kageyama nudge him. "What happened?"

Hinata gulps, "... I saw Suga-san and (Y/n)-senpai in the kitchen.. They were.." Kageyama scoffs. "Yea they were cooking. What else they should be doing, huh?"

"No! Listen.. They were.. Ugh.. S-Suga-san.. Cornered (Y/n)-senpai.." Hinata whispered to him. Kageyama's heart almost stopped. So it's true.

A while ago, while he was practicing his jump serve, his ear caught something rather interesting. The third years were discussing about the managers. Including you.

"How about (Y/n)?" Daichi asked. "Aaah, i think everyone in the team atleast have a crush on her though. I mean ofc i had a crush on her, who wouldn't?" Sugawara jokes. Bur Asahi agreed too.

What? So he against the senpais too?

And the first years and second years too. Wow you sure are popular.

He gets up, clenching his towel between his fist and walked to the kitchen. While Hinata tried to hold him but poor guy he gets thrown away :(

Once he stepped to the Kitchen, he saw you and Suga. But both of you are blushing. Shit, he doesn't want to admit this but he think Hinata's not telling a lie.

"Oh Kageyama? The bathroom's that way." Sugawara's finger gesture over the bathroom and helped you with the meal. He can see a glistened of rivalry in his kouhai's eyes.

"Thanks." As Kageyama shuts the door. He curse to himself. Now he have to compete with Sugawara too? Not only the setter position but.. Girls too?

He spent his showering session by collecting himself. He must not show any emotion of upsetness. Then he gets out and surprise surprise he bumped into Sugawara.

The silence between them omg.

"Excuse me-" "Hinata told you, didn't he?"

"Shit. He knew. Now play dumb Tobio."

"H-Huh? What did you say, Suga-san?" He lies. Sugawara know from the start that Hinata will run to Kageyama and spill everything. And Kageyama Tobio is bad at lying.

"You know, that me and (Y/n)-" "Food's ready!! Everybody let's gather aroundd!" His words were cut off by Daichi's announcement.

The whole dinner session are spent well, Kageyama's usual quarell with Hinata about the food and you being so wholesome and kind about it.

But the way you and Sugawara's movement after that kitchen incident keeps bothering his mind. What if Sugawara..

And dinners ended. It's turn to sleep now. He's kind off sleepy already because of his routine. So after the room division, he will go straight to bed, he think.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

What

"I VOLUNTEER MYSELF!" Nishinoya shouted. But he gets hold back by Sugawara. No no no. He cannot let anyone especially Sugawara to sleep with you.

"Nishinoya-senpai is tiny so i'm sure he can sleep with the others just fine." Kageyama adds. "HAAH WHAT DID YOU SAAAYYY?!"

"Let's go to the distributed room first and see, who's the one left. He gets to stay with (Y/n)-senpai." Kageyama proposes. Actually not a bad idea.

At first everyone doesn't want to take their place but their tired body forces them too. One by one, they all collapsed on the futon or matresss once they saw one. And that left us with Sugawara and Kageyama.

"You should choose, (Y/n)." Sugawara smiles.

Kageyama's almost lost because of his consciousness running out. He's THAT sleepy yall.

"Well then, i think i'll pick.." "Sugawara! There's one spot left here!" Before you can decide, (again) Daichi interrupts. And Kageyama's eyes almost rolled back because of his sleepiness.

"Fine then. Goodnight (Y/n), Kageyama." Sugawara smile as you both walk back to your room. Holding back his emotion.

You told Kageyama to wait and prepare his bed. You feel sorry for him, he must be so tired and yet he still force himself to fully awake.

"There, Kageyama. You can sleep now- Ehhh!" Whaddya know sis, he falls down. Face first to the matrass luckily not the floor.

You chuckles a little. This boy is very adorable. You know how he adores you when you help hin with his set practice. You ran your fingers trough his jet black hair, combing his hair.

"...Nyam, i like you.. (Y/n)-senpai..."

WOW. Didn't expect someone will confess to you trough sleep talking but sure i guess. A little laugh burst from you lips. Cheeks a lil' warm.

"Sweet dreams, Tobio.."

Part 3 coming upp~

#haikyuu au #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!#nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu tanaka #tanaka ryuunosuke #kageyama tobio

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whatsmylaneagain · 4 years

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Amethyst - Third Chapter

Pairing: Eggsy x Agent!Reader

Word count: 1960 (a big one!!! Yay!!!)

Warnings: swearing, Roxy mention (bc she deserved more), reader’s character being a rebellious lil shit, Eggsy being kinda dumb (oh well this is all kinda narrated by his point of view, there’s no way to not expect that, right?!)

Chapter synopsis: so, we know that the bomb had Eggsy’s name on it, but.... what the hell is actually happening?

A/N: GUYS IM BACK AND IM SORRY!!!! I’ve written (and revised) this more than six months ago, but I absolutely hated how I made Eggsy a dumb character, so I spent all this months putting this story aside to fix it later... but I love it so much and this week I watched Spies are Forever and oh well.... idk, its been too long, but I’m posting this anyway.

Amethyst masterlist

Eggsy didn’t expect to find another person other than Harry and Merlin at the Kingsman’s meeting room. And what he definitely didn’t expect was for the person to be a beautiful Chinese woman laughing and having a drink with Harry Hart. The young man felt like he was invading a private moment, and had the sudden urge to grab y/n by the arm to show her the new victorian-style sconces he chosen for the rebuilt hallway.

But before he could say anything, y/n had already tapped the doorpost, making their presence known. The middle-aged woman talking to Harry glanced at the two young agents, giving the girl a sly smile.

“I’m glad to know you didn’t punch Mr. Unwin on your way here, y/n” she said, as Eggsy went straight for his chair on Harry’s right side.

“I would’ve if you didn’t send me that text” The girl had moved to the woman’s side, backing up to the wall for support. She never made mention of pulling a chair.

“Well, y/n, I take as you already know Harry.” Said the woman, gesturing to the older man, who smiled sweetly. Yes, that’s right. Harry SMILED.

“Of course, The Great Harry Hart, the man of a thousand missions;” when Eggsy thought he couldn’t get more confused, y/n pulled this. “Everybody at the headquarters knows who you are.” And some - fucking – how, she sounded genuine, and not witty or arrogant as she appeared to be. Was that… admiration?

Seeing Eggsy’s confused expression, the older woman gave him a small smile, welcoming, but not too sweet; just like an agent is used to do.

“Galahad, I’m Yijun, or as my agents – or people who can’t bother to learn how to pronounce it - call me, Circe. I’m the head of Amethyst, the agency that y/n works for.”

Eggsy must have looked very confused, because Harry intervened, while pouring two more drinks, giving him one and sliding the other across the table, towards y/n.

“Yijun is an old friend, we met some weeks after she came from China. I was already a Kingsman, and was trying to bring her into the organization – just like I did with you – when she was recruited as an Amethyst trainee.”

“You knew?” Started Eggsy, a little bit of irritation shaping his words. After agent Whiskey, he knew better than not to trust Harry. But he couldn’t help the feeling of being a pawn. “Why did you let me go after her then?”

“I didn’t know the agent who saved you was y/n. All I knew was that she was an Amethyst, since the intervention was fast and clean.”

“-almost clean;” Yijun turned her chair to y/n, who was taking a sip out of her drink, still leant against the wall. “If Morgan’s work were perfect, you wouldn’t be able to find her.”

“Nobody’s perfect, but I try my best.” She shrugged. “’m still your best agent tho.”

“Please,” Merlin entered the room, an IPad in hands, ready to the briefing. “put the blame on me for being able to hack into almost anything, including London’s surveillance cameras. She did a wonderful job.”

Merlin stopped right in front of y/n, extending his hand for a handshake. She grabbed it immediately.

“Miss Le Fay. Hope our codenames won’t be a problem.”

“I don’t see why, Sir Merlin. The witch from who I borrowed my name could very easily have been Merlin’s apprentice.”

No awkward pressure thing, from what Eggsy could see. Why were his interactions with her so bloody awful? For god’s sake, y/n was joking with Merlin!

It took him a moment to remember what history the two were referring to: Morgan Le Fay was a witch in King Arthur’s story, from where Kingsman got their codenames. Depending on the version, she can be portrayed as Merlin’s enemy, responsible for the death of King Arthur or as a powerful good woman, that had healing powers and could shape shift. For an organization like Amethyst, Eggsy supposed the second option was the one they had in mind.

Merlin greeted Yijun with a respectful “ma’am” before selecting something on his device, the projection of a document showing up on the wall above y/n.

“The techs over Amethyst sent us their reports on missing people, and turns out the man who you two,” Merlin looked at Eggsy and y/n. “saw is Adrian Bell. Seven months ago, he apparently went on a trip to India, but his family didn’t hear about him after he left. He never showed up on the airport camera footage.”

“So... he planned to disappear?” Interfered Eggsy.

“Apparently, yes. But there’s a problem.” Merlin changed the projection, it now being a series of pictures, especially ones where Bell hugged his family tightly, his wife crying, and his kids glued to his leg. It looked like a reunion. “He doesn’t remember anything and woke up asking for his family. His last memory was being in a bar and passing out. He thinks that he was in an alcoholic coma.”

Eggsy was about to ask a lot of questions, but Merlin had started talking again, while taking two Kingsman’s RayBans out of his pocket, giving each woman a pair.

“I’ve made a partnership with the group of cooperative organizations led by Amethyst, also called D.E.A.R; Diamond, Emerald and Amethyst Relations -” Introduced Merlin, but Eggsy wasn’t really paying much attention to him.

Instead, he was observing y/n, who hesitantly spun the glasses in her hands, analysing it, differently from Yijun, who just put them on right away. Her mouth twitched on the side, and she started to bite her tongue, as if trying to distract and put herself together. Y/n put them on, but kept looking down for some seconds, before fixing her posture and raising her head, crossing her arms, still leant against the wall on one shoulder.

It was quite weird seeing y/n wearing the glasses. Even though she had noting that could possibly remind him of Roxy, Eggsy couldn’t stop the deja vu of his best friend. A sad smile adorned his lips. He missed her.

A Kingsman-style hologram of a young 16-year-old girl appeared sitting on one of the chairs, big extravagant round sunglasses framing her face along with bright pink streaks on her brown hair. Although she was a teenager (and dressed like one, in a jean jacket and a white tee that said “girl power” in red), she sat perfectly straight, very professionally.

“Good evening, gentlemen. I’m Tonks, Emerald’s tech and field agent. I just came back from an information gathering mission.” which, as a previous Emerald’s agent, y/n knew was just a fancy description for attending parties. Nothing too dangerous, especially for Emerald’s missions, that were more based in socialization and keeping an eye on people. Actually, y/n was impressed that Tonks had something substantial to report (especially to Kingsman) in a high school party. “A group of unmatchable individuals seems to be working together, all of them acting really uncharacteristic and very patronized. I detected the group spiking other teen’s drinks. I managed to intervene and get a sample of it. Agent Spellman also reported a strange movement, alike the one I observed, with a college group. We sent the samples to our biotechs, and the lab concluded it was a modified Mikey Pinn.” The girl grabbed her phone and sent something, the IPhone message sound reverberating through the room. “Now you have access to our outhouse cameras, Merlin.”

Merlin quickly changed the projection above y/n to eight squares of video that showed each teen in one small room, some asleep on the beds, some walking around nervously, and one passed out on the floor. Tonks started talking again.

“Spellman and I brought the group of high school and college students to our outhouse. Whatever drug they’re on soon will wear off, and then we’ll be able to analyse what happened to them.”

“Was that the first ever occurrence on your field, Tonks?” Asked Yijun, and then turned to the Kingsman’s, explaining; “Emerald agents that work on high schools usually only have to get in action to stop violence and abuse at their missions. Situations like what we’re dealing with right now is uncharacteristic.”

“No, Boss. Some students stopped going to classes suddenly, but we checked: they all were confirmed on exchange programs abroad. Apparently, they never went.”

Y/n wasn’t leant on the wall anymore. She’d walked to the table, bent over it, hands open, pressed on the cold wood, all her attention on Tonks. Tension.

“Who were the kids? High school and college. Why choose them?” She said.

Tonks flipped through her phone, messaging Merlin more documents - the ring once again filling the room - before answering.

“A rugby player, two perfect grade kids and a foreign student were the high school kids. Apparently, it’s a pattern: physically strong people and awarded students that stand out for their knowledge of exact sciences.”

“Have you tracked were they were drugged the first time?” Continued y/n.

“Not yet, but...”

“I did;” said Merlin, suddenly, typing on his IPad.

A new image showed up on the wall. The front of a bar that looked like it used to be fancy ten years ago. Now, the paint was coming off the walls, and the huge opaque black doors were rusted, chains and a big old padlock kept them closed. It had no name on the outside, only a broken light up waning crescent moon, just the inferior part working, shining in a weak yellow light.

Eggsy knew the place. Actually, every teen and young adult in London knew Moonz: the flat broke bar that let underage kids come in and drink. You didn’t even need a fake ID, they would pretend to not be able to do math and let kids in. In some months, it became domain of teens, turning into a considerably safe place for them to get drunk and party. Also, it was the cheapest place to get booze.

But the underage drinking caused a bigger problem; since it was illegal, the neighbourhood didn’t have a lot of cops because the owner kept them away. Consequently, Moonz’s location became a centre of violence, kidnapping, and other heavy crimes.

The young Galahad saw y/n turn to the projection in slow motion, the act of being casual being thrown out of the window. For Eggsy, she looked like a robot who got rebooted and installed a completely different system of command. When she spoke again, her voice was strong and deep.

“Tonks, do you know when it started?”

“It?” Asked Eggsy.

“The kidnappings.” Y/n answered. “The fact that they were drugging others looks like it was a kidnapping system. In this context, those kids were “recruiting” more teens.”

Tonks checked her phone.

“No, Morgan. We couldn’t track it. They apparently are the first ones to come back.”

“Shit.” Y/n paced around the room. “Boss, permission to do an observation and protection mission at Moonz.”

“Permission granted” nodded Yijun “take Galahad with you.”

“Yi, I don’t think the gentlemen can pass as a teenager.” Y/n had stopped walking. She looked straight into Eggsy’s eyes. “With all due respect...”

Yijun shook her head.

“You know there are other ways to get him inside undercover.”

Y/n ran her fingers through her hair, taking a deep breath. Eggsy could almost hear her thinking “Fuck. Fine.”.

“C’mon Galahad, we’ve got a job to do.”

Eggsy and Y/n were almost out of the room when Yijun called her agent again.

“Oh and Y/n.” The girl turned around. “Don’t engage. I’ll send Emerald agents to protect the kids, but you and Galahad can’t have your covers blown up. Do. Not. Engage. Do you understand?”

All Y/n did was nod slightly.

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Democratic Debates, Day 1

So a few ground rules:

If you’re going to reply, be an adult about it, and don’t try to read everything in bad faith default lens. Ask questions of anyone who engages rather than accusing. And not in that presumptuous white guy bad faith questioning that isn’t a question tone.

If replying, put your comments with a lead in no longer than two (reasonable) sentences behind a cut. Because

some of us are fandom blogs first or whatever interests and our followers aren’t deeply invested

I just don’t want goddamn pillars of text on my reblog wall if I respond to discussions.

Literally if you’re a republican out to just be a shitlord and start whining or complaining or insulting or “no u”ing, see rule 4

I will not reblog or reply to any commentary that doesn’t fit these very basic guidelines, because internet trolling etc is not worth the future of our country. And that’s very much at stake now.

If you don’t want to see this, blacklist #politics and/or #democratic debates. Now, my takeaways on this, some surprising.

So, I’ll start with some disclaimers: I’m pretty much “vote for my dog over Trump” party line right now but we need to figure out a mix of “our best chance of winning” along of “award for the least tool” with hopefully a side of “I really like them and their policies”

Honestly, I entered this without being fond of Warren. She had some... establishment backing and other things that were just rubbing me wrong. I actually went in to day one looking to hear about Tulsi since I heard great buzz about her but honestly had only pulled up a few pages that sounded great on paper, but wanted to see her in action. Everyone else was littered policy ideas disembodied and, as a very visual person, I need to be able to connect to how they handle their podium beyond writing nice policy platitudes or listening to the toss back and forth online with everybody screaming at everybody else.

I’m also going to get something out of the way, and BEFORE you flame me on my marks on the image, read why I selected one that... I generally wouldn’t. First, this was my original graphic I released.

Okay so sore thumb here: De Blasio. The reason for the circling being simple: if you took every semi-valid idea of every other white guy’s platform on this lineup, gave it a little bit of meat, and showed ACTUAL LIVING PROOF OF HAVING ENACTED IT ALL IN HIS TENURE AND MAKING THE IDEAS WORK, you get De Blasio. A lot of the ideas of the other nominees is basically *hand raise* “I did that.” So like. That’s that.

Anyone with no mark whatsoever is kinda like “you’re there and not trump so good for you” but there’s some updates further down this conversation on one of those.

The internet keeps acting like Klobuchar did well and I really don’t get why. It kinda feels like our token non-canuck trying to appeal to them-there northern hunter-type and cheese folks to reach out as a middle ground without actually committing to much and honestly, she’s just not going to last.

Booker caught my eye even if I was kind of head tilting because that is quite literally the whitest black man I have ever fucking seen, but he made a point about intersectionality, marginalized groups, and held his ground. He was all but unknown to me but I at least looked at him now. On the other hand, a lot of it felt like borderline pandering. I don’t know. I’ll keep an eye on him, but he actually stood out a bit at least. Not hard with the mayo jars up there but whatever.

It’s not a rare take online that Castro took the internet by storm. I love him. Everyone loves him. I do have some concerns long-term though; it’s less having actual problems with his ideas and more knowing that ... our country is too fucked for him right now. He’s advocating some pretty heavily open borders and while in principle I enjoyed watching him stomp on Beto about that, I honestly feel like if we put him against Trump, we’d lose.

There’s people in the red party that ARE tired of Trump, that ARE experiencing a crisis about the inhumane shit going on at the border, that WOULD be willing to crossvote to make it end -- but we can’t forget that a lot of them initially voted for Trump BECAUSE of a deep seeded Xenophobia, and the level of aggression -- again, the kind of aggression I personally agree with -- Castro had may end up being very dangerous long term in getting that vote. Pretty much everyone up there agrees we need very comprehensive immigration reform and immediate action about the travesty, but I feel like unless Castro smooths his roll a bit we’re in for a long term faceplant that gives us another four years of Trumpian hell by people pulling back into their xenophobic mindset and -- if not voting for Trump -- abstaining from voting for him, which I think several other candidates have in their court.

Castro made a bit of a gaffe about switching trans genders but the fact that he tried, I guess. And considered trans in the discussion of choice and birth control etc. It could have very easily just been a stupid fumble. He’s still trying to take it into account. I can forgive that, in the scale of it, even if it has a bit of performer aspect.

Also I’m left to wonder where Castro was when they needed help running in Texas to begin with. I also just don’t see the passion in his eyes of several candidates, it’s strangely calculating on most topics. I like his platform, in theory, but I’m very cautious.

Jay Insley is just weird even if everyone likes him.

Dulaney is a meme and I don’t know why he’s even here.

Tim Ryan accidentally wandered in on his way to the Republican debates as best I can gather.

Tulsi was the one that I was watching. All in all, I was underwhelmed. And then... it got worse.

The better part of her time was spent repeating her time in the military. And while it was great watching her school Tim Ryan, that’s not exactly hard to do. The fact that she lit his ass on fire when he just about self combusted in front of the party without her help -- I mean, it was the highlight of her showcasing aside from the snazzy Rogue hair.

Somehow, for as woke as tumblr is, and the progressives that had me looking her way, I hadn’t heard of her anti-LGBT past which she’s mostly couched her opinions on and held as recently as 2014 or THE FACT THAT I HAVE FOUND OUT THAT SHE WAS VETTED BY THE FUCKING TRUMP ADMINISTRATION TO BE ON THEIR CABINET, I’M FUCKING HORRIFIED.

BUT THEN THERE WAS THIS LITTLE GEM THAT I FOUND BEFORE ACTUALLY DISCOVERING THE PREVIOUS PARAGRAPH.

What the FUCK? What are you, seven? That’s literal pre-emptive “my sister stole my phone lol sorry” level tweets. YOU’RE A FUCKING PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE TALKING ABOUT IMPORTANT NATIONAL MATTERS LOCK YOUR GODDAMN PHONE.

Because THAT’S just what we need, we’ll go from Trump impulse-tweeting to like “LOL fuck korea - lmao sorry my sister texted that”????

Neverminding how STATISTICALLY INCORRECT that is. Depending on exactly HOW you count time Warren got 2nd or 3rd most time -- yes, more than Tulsi. She did not have the most. She did not have “more than all the other candidates combined.” And Tulsi did not have the least time, but center-ground on time. She wasted a bunch of it endlessly reciting her time in the military, scoring an okay shot on Ryan, and... well, vagueblogging about her opinion on LGBT to the vein of “something something equality my bad I was raised conservative” great. Great selling point. Great couching there. Five years ago you were fighting against me having rights and now you’re basically against government deciding what people can’t do but what the fuck is your opinion on me as a human being?

Doubling back from that problem though, that’s when I dug in her LGBT history and ended up tripping over the Trump stuff. AND THIS IS THE CANDIDATE I WENT IN TO HEAR FROM TONIGHT LIKE “YES PLZ LET ME HEAR MORE” because people I knew LIKED her, but then I find out she’s a Trump frand that has Trump-like hyperbolic meltdowns on twitter? NO I DO NOT WANT FEMALE TRUMP WITH ROGUE HAIR THANKS BUT NO THANKS.

Back to Warren, who I started with a MEH on, she came out WICKEDLY strong out of the gate. Her second half was weaker, she kinda has next to no active plan beyond talking/passing around more research on gun reform, but everything else, yes. Do I think she has the potential weight to pull it off, yes. And most of all, watching as she gets mad, upset, or emotional, do I believe she believes everything she said tonight, yes. Look, I know there’s STUFF about her claiming she had Native American heritage or whatever but I’m honestly so far past giving a fuck about the obscure shit like that if they have decent policies because our country is so FUCKED right now that I DONT CARE. She held her ground.

So in the end my spread ends up looking more like

of day 1 contenders, Warren still maintains her strong chance. Castro kind of sprouted up out of the earth and I really goddamn like him, but I do hold caution for my reasons above, because again, our country is THAT FUCKED.

Booker really turned some heads and I liked him Booker... Booker’s very concerned about a lot of marginalized intersectional issues and it took him from “who the fuck is that” onto my radar which is a leap, but he didn’t drill in as hard as Castro did to my mind and I feel like he’s just... I dunno, I could be wrong but I feel like he’s gonna fade. Beto, IDK, still exists, isn’t an embarrassment and doesn’t just morph in with the other white guys up there. He’s not Trump. So I won’t delete him, but let’s say he barely, and I mean BARELY hedged into my consideration in this image, I almost just cropped it over to Warren.

De Blasio is just sort of “status quo, but actually enacts it” but I wouldn’t weep to see him vanish, either. In the end out of this debate though, I see like

Everyone else go home.

ON THE OTHER HAND, MOST CANDIDATES I’M ACTIVELY INTERESTED IN ARE ON THE FLOOR TOMORROW, WHICH BY THE LINEUP IS SLATED TO BE A BLOODBATH.

I’m really, REALLY hoping everybody has the common sense to make such an ass of Biden he’s knocked out early. Like that’s part of why I’m so goddamn interested in day 2. If we end up with Trump vs Biden we might as well all just put on our goddamn clown suits but he has the fiscal backing to push through even if he shouldn’t unless he’s utterly DECIMATED early on.

I don’t like Kamala Harris’ prison industrial complex CRAP but I’d be HAPPY to watch her drag Biden around like a wet rag. Sanders is a given point of interest. Buttigieg is another one to watch. Yang... isn’t... gonna last. But is just sort of a ... fun thing to watch I guess in this mix up. Someone else may surprise me, I don’t know.

#politics #democratic debates

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jjkpls · 6 years

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The Scamps (m) (Harry Potter!AU #3)

> genre : smut, some sort of fluff i guess idk

> pairing : min yoongi x reader

> words : 3.3k

> warning : bad bad language, spanking, derogatory terms

> Min Yoongi (Slytherin, 6th yr) Children behave That's what they say when we're together And watch how you play They don't understand

/The Harry Potter!AU Masterlist/

"Could you tell me of what use chizpurfles can be ?"

"No." Silence overtakes the room. The majority of the class is not really surprised by the answer Yoongi gave, or even by the insolence his indifference transpires. But the new Professor of Potions, Professor Delaney-Podmore, has obviously not been briefed about Yoongi's character.

"You ca-can't?" Professor Delaney-Podmore blinks hard behind his thin glasses. There are droplets of sweat visibly slipping along the side of his forehead. Yoongi is not moved though.

"No."

"What a fucking idiot..." The Professor turns around so fast, you'd think he's standing on a spinning wheel. He stares gravely at you, eyes threatening to fall out of their sockets, break his lenses and roll on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Miss-"

"Cause you know?" Yoongi asks, attention driven now to you with an animation glinting in the gaze. Even his voice seems to finally come alive; you can hear the harshness and the coldness shading his tone.

"Well, I'm not the one who's been asked to answer, am I?" You singsong with a nasty side grin. Your head, chin stuck in your palm, tilts to the side, eyebrows raised high in mock wondering.

"Then why don't you just shut the hell up?" He is fired up now. You can tell by the little shrug his head does, ever so slightly, as he glares intensely at you. Everybody is watching the scene unfold with terrified excitement. They love to see those outbreaks you two have quite often since it's a great source of entertainment. That being said, they're never too comfortable as if scared that the tickling bombs you two are might, unexpectedly, burst in one of their faces.

"I'm sorry if I can't stand you making me waste my precious time by being a fucking moron."

"MISS!" Professor Delaney-Podmore finally explodes, all attention fixating on him. His face red and look haggard, the young man is visibly trembling. "This behaviour is unacceptable. I-I demand you to stop now or you'll have to leave my class." You don't really flinch under his gaze. He looks too unsure. If Yoongi can't get you to shudder, probably no one can. You know to be reasonable though. Especially since your goal has been accomplished -you've wakened up the old man. Therefore, you simply shrug and keep your mouth shut, your eyes following Yoongi's small form sauntering through the classroom, back to the seat behind yours.

"Shut the fuck up." Yoongi mumbles before you can even open your mouth, loud enough for you to hear but discreet enough so that the whole class and Delaney-Podmore don't divert their focus back on you two.

"Dickhead."

Taehyung, eyebrows frown, observes Yoongi smirking contently to himself. He opens his mouth, wanting to say something, to ask a question, to just express his confusion but the words just won't come out. He has a lot of questions. He is not the only one having noticed this bizarre animosity constantly animating your interactions. But he knows he'll probably won't get anything concrete from Yoongi so he just decides to give up -the nasty side glance the interested threw his way helping for the decision.

A loud smack, a body slumping on a messy humid bed, and a dark ominous chuckle. Yoongi shakes his head in disbelief. There is only you, the ever unable-to-crack-a-smile-embittered bitch, to be laughing your head off when you're getting your ass spanked hard.

"You're not going to apologize?" His voice hardly raises at the end. He already knows the answer. And you already know that he knows so you just chuckle some more, shaking your panties-covered ass in front of his unwavering gaze. He grabs severely your hips to keep you still and without a warning, strike a couple of blows, first on the left cheek and once he finds the perfect red shade he likes, proceeds to move on and offer the same treatment to the other one. He doesn't slow down, doesn't soften down even when he can hear your whimpers getting higher and broken. He knows how far he can take you. "You really were a pain today."

"When am I not?" He hums knowingly. You are indeed a pain in the ass. That's actually the reason why he can deal with you since he's the same.

"Do you wanna cum?" You nod your head, mumbling an approval in the pillow. "Do bitches get to cum?" Yoongi asks, voice slow and pensive as if he's wondering out loud a serious existential question. You're quick to answer that yes, they do! but he is still languid, unhurried, as his hands pet your red cheeks. "I'm pretty sure they don't, ___."

"They do, Yoongi. Make me cum."

"Is that an order?" There is an unmissable edge to his voice. Do you want me to be meaner? he is asking. You don't really care though. You're not sure what your games during daylight are, but if anything they are probably foreplay. You hate teasing and you don't need him to take his time. You hate him taking his time especially when you've been ready for him for hours already.

"Yoongi, I'm bored. Make me cum, now."

And it's weird that you don't find it suspicious, but when Yoongi crawls behind you on the bed, mouth attaching greedily to your flesh, all you do is grin in the pillows, self complimenting yourself internally for what you think is a new win over him. You know what it means when he is hungrily licking and biting and scratching with his teeth, his large veiny hands meddling with everything his mouth can't take care of -your asscheeks, your thighs, your hips, your breast. There is one difference that should have, maybe, been a hint to you, the stinging of his ministration upon the already over abused skin of your ass. He's been meaner during the spanking, he'll be meaner with the rest. The thought may have occurred at some point, but the feeling of his hot breath hitting your now exposed centre empties your mind of any sort of preoccupation. It's just his expert mouth standing just a few centimetres away from the place you want him the most.

"Please." It's totally unexpected and so quiet, you hope he's missed it. But of course, he doesn't. As much of an old man Yoongi usually is, when he's with you, he's all alert.

"It's been so long, I forgot how much I love having you beg for me."

"Shut the fu-" You start, highly annoyed by the smugness dripping from his voice, not paying much attention to how you couldn't feel his breath hitting your skin when he was talking. There's a very short instant of heavy silence dominating the room, where you just stand there, on all four, exposed ass hanging high in the air awaiting; then the door to your room slams shut. That fucking asshole. Of course, he'd be that fucking mean.

There is an awkward silence hanging between the little circle of acquaintances. You don't seem too fazed. Nor does Yoongi. But Jimin and your best friend are looking between you two and themselves, eyes wide, and perspiration almost shining on their foreheads. They know this conversation can only go wrong. They've never -no one has ever- witnessed a normal, civil conversation take place between you two. It's always shouts, and insults, and ominous glares and even wand threatenings at times. But that's your usual, casual encounters.

Today is not a usual encounter. You walked in, with a weirdly jumpy step, sat right in front of Yoongi who was "hanging out" -meaning, he's just sat there next to his friends, not feigning listening or taking part in any way in the conversation happening- with the two other Slytherins, and proceeded to announce that you've found a date for the party that Hogwarts will be hosting in a week, even though nobody asked. Jimin is sure that Yoongi will be the first to point this detail out but strangely enough, he remains quiet. Gaze hardly focused on you.

"That's great, ___! Who is it? Do we know him?" Your best friend asks.

"He's the Seeker of Ravenclaw's team."

"Ravenclaw?"

"He's very tall and muscular. Very hot." Yoongi can feel his blood boil. It's not so much what you're saying. You're choosing your words thoughtfully. Yoongi is a tiny little thing compared to most guys, he knows that. And quite frankly he doesn't give a single fuck since, as testifies your always sneaking in his pants, it doesn't injure his sex-appeal in any way. He feels anger because that's the natural reaction he has to you, in every daily circumstance, and because he knows you're trying to annoy him. You're always trying to mess with him. "Are you going, Min Yoongi?"

"You know I'm not."

"Are you sad because no one wants to go with you? I'm sorry Min Yoongi, maybe try being a little less of a dickhead."

"And I'll try wearing my uniform skirt like a crop top too, as sluts do. That surely will get me a date, wouldn't it?"

"I don't know what sluts do, Min Yoongi."

At each pronunciation of his full name, said with this insufferable patronizing tone, it becomes harder for him to refrain himself from grabbing you by the hair, uncover your ass and spank you right here, in the middle of the common room; he'd do it until you've cried so much your whole shirt would be soaked in tears.

For now, the common room is filled with an uncomfortable atmosphere. Yoongi, not that he cares, has noticed a few younger kids leaving abruptly when you two started talking. The ones that decided to stay, have retreated in the corner and as if in fear to interrupt, started to whisper their conversations.

"Anyways" There is an awkward cough before your best friend starts again, obviously attempting to divert the conversation and diffuse the tension. "Jiminie, you're bringing your girlfriend?"

"Yes. It'd be our first ball together, I'm really excited!" He is all smiles and starry eyes, nodding his head with enthusiasm. He's so grateful both for the question itself, and for the brave attempt she is making.

"Oh yeah, the squib!" Jimin's jaw goes slack as Yoongi stares straight at you; waiting for what you're going to say with obvious interest. He wouldn't admit it but it would tickle him unpleasantly if you were to start insulting one of his very only friends. From the bright, carnivorous-like smirk adorning your red lips, he can tell you know. "Hasn't she been kicked out yet? Or at least, hasn't she quit? I mean if I were her, I would have quit fucking ages ago. She's embarrassing herself in every fucking class."

"Why are you pretending not to know, you're sharing half of your classes with her."

"Am I talking to you Min Yoongi?" You give him the darkest look. He isn't moved, simply stares back at you awaiting. "Now that I think about it, you're luckier than this guy, Jimin. Even if she's a squib, at least you have someone."

"You think you do?" He is quick to answer, nonchalance becoming harder to keep up now. You can see the corner of his lip twitch slightly.

"I do, old man. I've just told you about it."

"Well, now that's just sad if you think he's in for anything else than your ass."

"I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind having my pussy too."

"___!!" Your best friend yells, getting up from her chair, ready to grab your arm to drag you out. You'd think she'd be used to your antics by now but the poor girl is so red in the face. You don't let her move you though, the bickering is not over. After being such a dick last time, you just want to piss him off for real. It's pretty nice having little to no sense of shame or embarrassment when dealing with this guy.

"You're so gross." Yoongi mumbles, shaking his head in faux disbelief.

"And so are you. You're just bitter because I'm still hot enough to get laid but you're not."

"I'm bitter? Over what? Not being a whore?" He sniggers. "I'm perfectly fine knowing my dick won't fall off at some point from overexposing it to all the trash your cunt plays with."

"Dicks and vaginas don't just fall off, moron. But how would you know?" You're back with the patronizing, oh-silly-little-thing-let-me-teach-you-life type of voice and you can see, visibly, the annoyance reaching its peak on Yoongi's neck vein.

Only the arrival of an impatient prefect can finally bring a semblance of peace in the room. He tells you guys that you're being a nuisance to everybody in the common room and that you need to either shut the hell up or just leave if you want to keep arguing. There's a tense silence hanging after his impromptu intervention. Everyone is wondering if the two tickling bombs will burst now at this brave but innocent prefect face. Yoongi is the one making the decision for the both of you. After a while of pondering the question over in his mind, menacing eyes staring right back at yours, he decides to leave the chair and slowly, saunters to his dorm room.

"You don't deserve kisses, ___." He whispers, turning his head away for your eager mouth to meet his cheek. You smirk, tend your neck to try again to catch his red lips between yours but his arms push himself further away, making himself completely unattainable. His hips have slowed down too. He's looking down at you but his eyes don't meet yours. You frown, deeply annoyed.

"You're too touchy."

"Am I?" Yoongi asks simply. His tone sounds calm and collected. Too calm for it not to be frightening. He actually sounds ominous as hell. He slows down to a complete halt and drags himself out of your warmth, ignoring your protests. "Ride me." Eager to keep going, ignoring his bad mood, you jump on your new-found seat. "Don't touch yourself." He summons, and when he sees your burning hands tucked knowingly against his stomach, he lazily slips his hands behind his head, closes his eyes, breathing out a long pleased sigh when you start riding him.

He looks quite handsome like that. Traits all relaxed, pearl white skin shimmering slightly under the sunset light coming from the wide-open window, gold-reflecting eyelashes resting softly on his face. You want to kiss his mouth again but know better than try. So instead, to submerge more in the uncommon peacefulness hanging between you, you decide to ride him in the most languid fashion. Taking your time to slide up and down his length, deeply, to build it up for the grand final when you'll do it the way you two love to cum to.

The thing is, Yoongi, as too often, has a hidden agenda. Not long after you've started, you see the line of his eyebrows dip down slightly in the middle, and then a low groan erupts from the very back of his throat as you feel his cock twitch in you.

"No- you- did you really-?" He opens his eyelids on brown irises shining with mischief. Of course he did, Yoongi's assholeness is a never-ending pit filled to the brim with fucking annoying tricks all able to piss you off more than the last one. Yoongi is the only dude you've known that wouldn't mind looking like a premature ejaculator just to irk you.

"'Hope you have a good time at the ball." He has the audacity to add, whilst he not so gently makes you roll off of his body and into the mattress. You could say something, ask for him to stay or just insult him but it would feed his evil contentment and you just resolve on swallowing down the anger.

"I mean it's complicated."

"What is?" Taehyung sighs deeply, bending over the small stone wall, arms dangling in the air like two flabby defeated creatures. Yoongi simply watches him. It's quite unusual to find him in this mood. All defeatist and low-energized.

"It's Jimin. And she's really in love with him. I wouldn't mind if it were anyone else but Jimin is kind of..." Yoongi doesn't say anything. He stares blankly at his friend, which quite frankly is way more dedication than he is used to receiving from him. Therefore, he elaborates. "Isn't he the perfect guy?"

"Hm." Yoongi nods evasively. Yes indeed, Jimin is quite good in his own kind. But he doesn't feel like not being him means they're doomed.

Taehyung, tired of the lack of active responses, straightens up and glares, a new sort of energy found."I don't even know why I'm talking with you, what do you know?"

"You came to me." Yoongi groans, jaws tight and fists twitching from his effort put in not being rude to his friend. They say he's an asshole but they don't realize how hard it is on him dealing with all those problematic cases.

They really don't see it, Yoongi is assured, when Taehyung keeps talking, completely ignoring him, it seems. "Seriously. Maybe I should help you more than you should help me."

"I don't need any help in that department."

"You flirt like an elementary school kid, Yoongi." He says, eyes rolling all the way up and down, with a little shake of his head.

"What?"

"You know, like those kids that spit on and pull at their crushes' hair to seduce them." Yoongi frowns. It's the first time he hears this shit still Taehyung says it like it's an actual fact admitted by all. He knows people don't really get his friendship with you. He thought they believed you two to be at most enemies, and that you just love bickering with each other for entertainment purposes. He didn't know they thought he was attempting to flirt with you. He is not attempting anything. You're the one begging for him to turn your ass bloody red. He doesn't even have to ask!

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hm." Taehyung smiles knowingly. He meets his friend's eyes, the ones totally unresponsive to the amusement shining in his. But suddenly, his smile drops when he catches sight of the said witch walking right in their direction, with a suspicious hop in her steps. "Oh shit. I'll see you later."

For a split second, Yoongi considers saying something in your defence. Something about how he is being ridiculous, you're not a fucking troll. But then you're here, you call him a dickhead as you always do and since no one is around anymore, you don't waste a second grabbing his hand between your claws to start dragging him somewhere more private. Yeah, maybe he won't ever say anything in your defence.

Your gaze follows his silhouette as he moves about the room, swiftly tidying up. With the wand he just used to clean up the mess he's made on your thighs, he elevates the dress you wore at the ball, discarding of it in the corner. You smile tiredly, a hand reaching out to touch the burning skin of your neck and bosom. He's been so thoroughly covering up the few hickeys your date had made before him, it makes you giddy inside even if you won't admit it. There's a loud commotion coming from the common room. People are still celebrating, wanting to make the most of tonight, since most will be leaving tomorrow for the winter break.

"Do you mind if I stay for the night?" Yoongi sighs deeply, letting himself fall beside you on the bed. He closes his eyes, toss under the covers for a bit before curling up on himself, ready to sleep. Still awaiting, you kick him in the shin.

"You know you don't have to ask.” You grin. You do know. The kids outside the room are still screaming and laughing hysterically. Yoongi besides you grunts. You consider going out to threaten them to shut the hell up but Yoongi's bed feels so warm and he feels so nice next to you, you decide to just ignore them, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your lips to his shoulder.

#yoongi x reader #bts smut #yoongi smut #bts scenario #yoongi scenario #yoongi drabble #bts drabble #my writing #thanks for reading

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vitaminhosh · 6 years

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prince!seungcheol

anon requested: “prince cheol i will lvoe u forever”

pairing: seungcheol x reader

under the cut bc it’s ridiculously long

oH boy i am so ready for this au

one of the most charming and endearing princes out there??

there isn’t anyone one within a 100-mile radius that dislikes seungcheol like..... have you met him

and anyone who does kind of feel some sort of dislike towards him

they see him smile and oops

how did I not like him before?? he’s an angel??

he is genuinely hard working and kind hearted though, he works very hard to make the lives of his people better

when he was younger and wasn’t allowed to go out he would have to learn about the kingdom’s history and,, all the war and bloodshed absolutely broke his heart

he swore that when he was older he would never allow something like this to happen again

when he was finally allowed to go out and saw some of the people struggling to just make do, he was determined to make a change

nowadays he makes it his mission to go out and meet everybody and see how they’re doing as often as his busy schedule allows

he’ll have lunch in the town and chat with the people, anyone who saw from the outside wouldn’t even suspect that he was royalty and just think that it was a table of old friends

plus his absolute favorite meal of all time is in this small shop tucked away in one of the small streets in the heart of town, and it was,,, a burger

sure the food in the palace was obviously amazing with top chefs cooking there and all but,, nothing really beats the burger made in this small shop that people barely even knew about

we all know seungcheol will be a well-dressed prince

like,, he won’t want to be super over the top in full on capes and stuff but,, he sure as hell isn’t just walking around town in sweatpants or something

he cares about his image okay

(even though everyone will swoon even if he were to go out in sweatpants and a hoodie)

everyone in his kingdom is basically in love with him

as are the people in neighboring kingdoms

and far away kingdoms

the other princes are jealous

have you seen his smile though? it can cure diseases

he takes his responsibilities very seriously, but obviously, he’s still a young man who likes to have fun and gets bored too

he doesn’t like to sit still, so when he’s finished with all of his duties he’ll be off to go do something

even at odd times at the night, you can find him in a nearby kingdom trying to find this specific comic book or something

people don’t find it weird anymore

“oh look prince seungcheol is here again did you want more of these sweets?”

he’s often seen hanging out with the other princes when he can

the people die when they see their princes hanging out together

has public social media accounts but also secret personal ones

spams the group chat full of princes,, just because he can

ok enough background stuff onto you and cheol

you work in one of those small tucked away shops that prince seungcheol likes to frequent

however you’re not from this kingdom, and you only work the night shift so it’s not like you know a lot of people or much about this kingdom

you’re just taking this job to try and make some cash while you’re away from home traveling, you happened to choose to stay here indefinitely

you’re not entirely sure who this strangely good-looking man is who only comes in at 3am every week is but ?? business is business plus you’re not gonna judge,, it’s not like you’ve never had cravings for junk food in the middle of the night too

since it’s late at night cheol is dressed in very casual clothes so nothing really gives away the fact that he’s actually the goddamn prince of this kingdom

since he comes so often plus he just likes to get to know people he makes small talk while you gather up his stuff

after a couple of weeks, you soon become kinda like friends ?? it’s a weird circumstance but hell it’s 3am nobody’s really functioning well enough to question this

you’re sitting at the counter on your phone when the bell on the door rings signalling another customer

you just know it’s him again cause,,, not many people would be here at this ungodly time of night so you don’t bother looking up

you stop scrolling through instagram when you hear tutting in front of you

“I should complain to your manager you know- I’d rate this customer service a 1/10″

seungcheol watched as you finally looked up and chuckled at him

“sorry old man..... how can I help you, your highness”

seungcheol froze- did you finally find out who he was?

the reason he was so interested in you was because you didn’t seem to know who he was, and treated him like a normal person

his mind was going 100 miles a minute until you suddenly snorted

“god imagine it,, you ?? a king ?? pfft”

he smirked once he realized he wasn’t busted

“what do you have against me being a king huh?”

“idk man what kinda king buys junk food like three times a week at 3am,, plus ur a dork”

“wow,,, is that all i am to you,,,,,, a dork,,,, im hurt”

you smack his arm before starting to scan the things he’s put down on the counter

“how do you eat all this and stay in shape... tell me your secrets”

“god given metabolism sorry sweaty you can’t buy this :-)”

you snorted once again as you begin to pack his things into a paper bag

“did god accidentally spill all the ego into you as well”

“well i mean to help god out i do go workout too feel free to join me if you’re not too unfit to keep up”

“uhhh excuse me who are you calling unfit..... give me a time and place and I’ll fight beat you in a race”

“fine when do you get off tomorrow I’ll walk you to the hill and see who can get to the top first”

and that’s how you ended up at the bottom of a hill at 5am with a man you’ve never seen outside the shop

“whoever wins gets treated to breakfast”

“wipe that smirk off your face seungcheol I’m not getting beat by you”

surprise surprise,,,,, you lost

unfortunately he was much faster than you thought he would be

you were both lying on the grass, panting from running up a sizable hill

you punched his arm

seungcheol sat up, mouth open as he was about to whine when a voice came from the bottle of the hill

“your highness! there you are! you were supposed to return an hour ago you father will find out you’ve been out!”

seungcheol’s eyes widened before cursing under his breath

“I gotta go but you still owe me breakfast okay I’ll explain everything tonight ok bye !!”

you just sat there in shock as seungcheol dashed down the hill, even faster than before as the worker followed behind him

“y-your highness?”

you had flashbacks to seungcheol smirking when you laughed at the idea of him being king

you make your way back home, with a permanent blush on your cheeks and a million thoughts in your head

how could you not know that he was the prince?

oh god you’ve been smacking the prince for weeks when he makes a stupid dad joke

you can’t sleep that day and when you’re back in the shop you’re barely conscious

you’re too tired to even think about seungcheol saying he would explain tonight

when seungcheol comes in and makes his way over to the counter, he expects to find you on your phone again but instead sees you asleep on the counter

he smiles softly before grabbing an old receipt and a pen and writing a note

“sleeping on the job? strike two y/n. I really should complain to your manager, guess I was just too fast for you ;). I’ll be back tomorrow, get some rest. p.s. you might want to wash that hoodie, you drooled a little bit”

you woke up with a panic when your phone chimed at 5am, reminding you it was time to close up

oh god seungcheol was supposed to come

after you finally orientate yourself you notice the note on the table

after reading the note you flush red again

oh god you were asleep in front of the cute prince and d r o o l e d

you stumbled home after closing up and immediately went to sleep

later that day you rushed to the shop, almost late since you were so tired you slept through your alarm

as 2 am came around the bell on the door rang and you sat up straight

seungcheol didn’t usually come till around 3 so you assumed this was an actual customer

"I hope you washed that hoodie before coming back here tonight”

you looked down and noticed that you were in such a rush that you didn’t even change out of last night’s outfit

flushing pink, you quip back with a “so what if I didn’t huh”

seungcheol finally appears from around the shelf

“its a bit gross i gotta say”

“not as gross as you”

seungcheol looked at you with a soft smile on his face, trying to get the words in his head to form coherent sentences

“im sorry”

you looked at him with a blank face

“what for ?? i mean i know its kinda gross but like i was gonna be late for work and-”

“no, I’m sorry for not telling you”

you sat there with your mouth half open and closed it before looking down at your hands that were on the counter

“it’s okay”

he took your hands in his, making you look up

“it’s not, I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I’ve just never had someone treat me like everyone else and it was... refreshing. But you deserved to know, I was being selfish. I’m sorry”

you gave seungcheol a soft smile, giving his hands a soft pat as he looked down at his feet to try and get his attention

“seungcheol really, it’s fine. I understand why you did it, I’m not mad”

“I still feel bad, it wasn’t right. You should be mad”

“well I mean I am....”

seungcheol looked up, ready to apologize again

“but only cause you beat me in a race,,,,, outrageous”

you smack him again, trying to lighten the mood

“but a deal is a deal, and I still owe you breakfast”

seungcheol started giggling, and you swear your heart skipped a beat

“im trying to be serious here and all you care about is getting beat”

“cheol, i really don’t mind. plus, I’m a woman of my word, I can’t have you owe me, that’s ridiculous”

“I’m busy later, how about you just treat me to a late night snack here instead”

fast forward to a couple weeks later, and you’re back at that hill waiting for seungcheol to come so that he can introduce you to his prince friends as you have a couple of days off

you can actually hear them before you see them

who’s even surprised at this point it’s seungcheol + 12 rowdy boys

“guys please don’t be embarrassin- oH hi y/n you’re early hahaha”

“hi I’m jeonghan are you cheol’s girlfrien-”

seungcheol shoved the guy out of the way before he could finish his sentence

“sorry,,, my friends are idiots”

you chuckled as seungcheol sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, a light pink dusting his cheeks

“don’t worry, I like them”

“wE LIKE YOU TOO Y/N”

you giggled before heading over to the group of guys to go meet them properly

seungcheol stood still for a second, watching you introduce yourself to his friends a couple feet away

jeonghan came up to him, watching you with him

“when are you gonna ask her out, I thought you were going to the other day when you guys hung out at her place”

“she was tired so I let her sleep, some other time jeonghan”

they headed back to the group and you turned to them as you noticed the two join the circle

“cheol !! is it true that you tripped over a log and fell into the lake while trying to impress a girl when you were 6? i knew you were a dork but I didn’t think it was that bad”

“wHAT ARE YOU GUYS TELLING HER”

as the day began to end and everyone had to head back, seungcheol insisted on walking you back to your apartment

you had refused at first, but you were tired and it was late

when you got to your place you turned to seungcheol, about to thank him for walking you back when you saw him looking nervous

“cheol, are you okay? what’s wrong?”

“nothing,, I just,, y/n would you want- I mean- do you,, uh,,,, will you,, go out with me?”

you could barely hear him as he was mumbling but you just managed to catch his words

you put your hand on his cheek and pressed a quick kiss onto his other cheek

“of course seungcheol, it’d be an honor”

you smiled and said goodnight before heading inside

seungcheol stood there, frozen in shock as you had not only agreed but ???? you kissed his cheek ?????

you began to get ready for bed, a smile and a light blush on your face

you can’t believe you’re dating the biggest dork on the planet

seungcheol, on the other hand, was shouting at jeonghan down the phone; he practically skipping home

a/n: this is,,,,,, the longest thing ever im so sorry i got excited about this au

#seungcheol fluff #s coups fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen #svt #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seungcheol imagines #s coups imagines #seungcheol scenarios #s coups scenarios #writing #hip hop unit #seungcheol #s coups #vitaminhosh

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utopianvoices · 6 years

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college au | k.woojin

major: music

minor: fashion design but he dropped it because he didn’t realise that this minor involved actual designing of new type of clothes and he was no designer

clubs: president of the music club. used to do kendo too but dropped it when he became president because it was too much commitment

teacher’s pet #2 after chan

everybody loves this boy because he’s smart, kind, talented, the list goes on tbh

he took music as his major because he has loved music and singing ever since he was young and loved to perform for people,,,,,,, because he knew from experience that music is a big impact in many people’s lives

he is one of the best singers and guitar players in his major and he lowkey gets many envious stares from his fellow majormates

decided to join the music club because he just couldn’t get enough of singing and performing

and soon after was made president by all his club friends because he was their best singer and conveniently one of the most responsible

he’s close friends with 8 other boys who also share the same interest in performing

they called themselves stray kids and performed at the campus cafe every saturday night because that’s when it was pretty packed with students and also because it lets them earn some extra cash

although he puts his best into every assignment he submits and the teachers know this, he goes pretty hard on himself if he ends up getting a grade lower than he expected

going back to the dorm and making a list of things of what went wrong in his assignment and what he can improve on

his roommates chan and minho will notice this and drag him out to the nearest busking event just so that woojin can get his mind off things

talking about busking,,,,,, woojiin loved going to busking events

as much as he loved performing, he loved watching people perform too

he loved listening and watching the different and unique talent each performer possessed, keeping an eye out for the detail that set a performer apart from the other ones,,,,,,, it strangely helped to calm him and forget about his stress for the time being

so this is actually how he met you

he was stressed about his recent assignment in which he had to compose a short track that portrayed love

usually woojin had not much problem in composing and writing lyrics because he was inspired enough and he also had the help of chan, who was practically a producing genius

but this time, he was having a really hard time composing a song

maybe it was because of the theme of the song

he tried getting inspiration from what he felt when he was dating before, but nothing came to him because he knew that what he had with them wasn’t love,,,,,,, it was just mere infatuation

usually when he was stuck with a track, he will ask chan who had a solution for him 99.9% of the time, but even chan couldn’t help him this time,,,,,, so he did the first thing that came to his head

he put away his laptop and notes and left the dorm in search of the nearest busking event taking place to get some peace and hopefully some inspiration

let’s just say woojin was out of luck because the usually bustling streets were pretty empty the day he needed them to be filled

but he was already out and about with nothing else to do so he ventured further than he usually would, finding for something,,,,,, anything that would be able to give him some inspiration when he stumbled across a performer he had never seen before

baDuMtSSS its you

it was the first time you were trying out busking at that area,,,,, usually you preferred to perform at smaller places where there was a smaller audience, but you were feeling exceptionally brave and adventurous that particular day so you decided to perform in the town

you grabbed your guitar and walk up to the middle, the center of attention, and start singing your favourite song

at first it was just a handful of people, but as time went by, there were more and more people

although this was your first time performing in front of such a large crowd, you weren’t gonna lie,,,,,,, it was pretty awesome

you had just finished your fourth and final song, by which there was already a large crowd gathered around you

the crowd slowly dispersed, as you packed your things, ready to head home from your long and tiring day when you notice a boy standing by you and staring at you,,,,,,,,,, well then

you gave him a few side glances, trying to convince yourself that he wasn’t staring at you and was just admiring the,,,,,,,, plant behind you

but as you finished packing up the boy hadn’t moved and you were starting to get creeped out, so you stared straight at the boy, who suddenly looked startled, almost as if he had been caught staring,,,,,, which he had been

you walked over to him, noticing him get more nervous the closer you got

soon you were right in front of him and you threw him a “can i help you with something”

he just chuckled nervously and tried to get some words out but all you hear is “errr,,,,, i wanted to uh,,,,, haha,,,,,”

you raise your brows at him and he finally sighs to himself and seemingly makes his mind up about something, finally asking you if he could ask you a question

you reply with a “sure”, curious as to what this boy was gonna come up with,,,,, but his question catches you off guard and him too apparently because he looks shocked when the question leaves his mouth

“what do you define as love?”

what,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, what kind of question was that

you were expecting him to ask you many things, but this was not one of them

you reply with a “i’m sorry what” and he quickly replies, explaining his situation to you and making sure to emphasise the fact that he was not a creep that went around asking people weird and rather personal questions

“i’m sorry it’s just that i’m a music major and i have to compose something that conveys love, but i can’t seem to get any inspiration because i don’t think i’ve been in love before,,,,, you just seemed so emotional when you were singing and it just makes me think that idk,,,,,, you know what it means or something,,,,,,”

he trailed off halfway, turning red thinking of how stupid he sounded to this cute stranger he just met

you chuckle a bit at how cute he was before shaking your head saying that you’ve never in fact been in a romantic relationship, which surprised the heck out of him because ??!?!?!?! how did you manage to put so much emotion into singing when what you sang were pretty much love songs???? confused woojin is confused

and you shrug and just go “i don’t need to have a partner to be able to convey love. i just convey my love for music into my singing and it turns out that way” and that’s when it hit woojin,,,,,, love didn’t have to be romantic

he could create a track based solely on his love for chicken and it would be a song conveying love,,,,,, you,,,,,,, you literally saved his life and his grades

you watch as a smile slowly grows on his face as he processes what you say and looks at you with the biggest smile once he had realised that it wasn’t all about romantic love

he just kinda jumps around and thanks you like a small kid,,,,, and you just go “he’s really cute” in your head hmMMHMmmM

you give him a smile and wish him luck in getting a high grade on his assignment and start to walk off when you hear him calling out your name

“hey y/n!!!” and you just turn around to see the boy running towards you, panting when he reaches you

you wait for him patiently, as he catches his breath from the sprint and when he’s all fine, he looks at you and asks if you were free saturday night

because he and his group of friends were performing at his college cafe,,,,,,, and he was wondering if you were free to come and watch them

and actually you weren’t free,,,,,,, you had to catch up your show’s new episodes

but this boy was cute and also you wanted to see if he had any talent as a music major,,,,,, so you just coolly give him your number and ask him to text you the details, also learning his name in the process

and you leave the place with a bright red face because you had never ever given a boy your number,,,,,, you were just pretty reserved about these things,,, but there was something about that boy that made you do things you’ve never done before

but because of how quickly you turned away to hide your flaming face, you missed the flush on woojin’s face as well, because the poor boy wasn’t expecting you to be so confident when all he could do was stutter and ask weird questions

you didn’t want to admit it but you were waiting for his text since that day and you were pretty bummed when he didn’t message you for about two days,,,,,,, you just convinced yourself that he probably wasn’t interested and forgot about you

but friday afternoon you get two messages from him,,,,,,,, the first one consisted of about 5000 sorry’s and a explanation about how he was so busy composing for his assignment that he totally forgot about texting you

and the second message contained the details of the cafe he was performing in and surprise,,,,,,, it was your college cafe

so now you knew that you and woojin went to the same college hmMMmm inch resting

you reply with a “hey that’s my college too!” after making sure to let him know that it was totally okay that he didn’t reply and that you hoped his assignment went well

he replied almost immediately, saying something like “yes it went really great!! i’lll have to show it to you sometime soon, now that i know that we go to the same college”

you smile at your phone and that’s when your roommate comes in and asks you who you were talking to you, wiggling her eyebrows and replying with a “sure” when you say that it was no one

you roll your eyes and get back to studying your material because hey your grades were not gonna come by themselves

soon it was saturday night and you made you way to the cafe, making sure to dress civilly and not just throw on some old sweatshirt you saw lying around in your room,,,,,, which is what you usually do

you arrived slightly early than the time stated, so you make your way to the counter and order yourself a cup of hot chocolate to calm your tummy that was currently housing about a thousand butterflies for unknown reasons

although you went to that college, you had never been to the cafe because you preferred staying in your dorms, so you took the opportunity to take in the interior of the cafe,,,,,, and it was pretty nice

you see some boys climbing onto the stage of the cafe but don’t recognise any of them until you see that one particular boy amidst of all the other boys there

woojin was dressed in a grey sweatshirt and black jeans, fitting right in with the other boys who were dressed similarly

he looked around the cafe, seemingly searching for someone, when he caught your eyes, and immediately broke out into a smile which you returned with a small wave

a really pale boy who was slightly shorter than woojin introduced them as stray kids and you had to stop yourself from laughing because stray kids??? seriously???

but it was pretty cute,,,,,

the mic was passed on to woojin who introduced the self-produced songs they were going to sing that night and you caught a few songs like mixtape #1, glow and a few others

they started their performance and you had to admit,,,,, they were really good,,,,, and you couldn’t believe that such young boys could compose such amazing tracks

but when it was woojin’s turn to sing you just fell into a hole and knew that you would never be able to get out of it,,,,,, his voice was the definition of perfect

soon their performance ended and you knew why woojin had decided to pursue music as his major

music and woojin were literally made for each other

once the boys got off the stage, woojin made his way towards you, with the rest of the boys following his trail

he greeted you with a “hey” and pulled you into a hug in the spur of the moment, before letting go as quickly as he hugged you, realising what he did

you both stare at each other, flusters while the boys were just staring at ya’ll like ??? whats going on when woojin snaps out of it and introduces you to the boys, explaining that he met you when he was having his assignment crisis and that you helped him out so he invited you to their performance

and they were like oOoOooh we seeeeee and just introduce themselves to you one by one

the boys leave you to go the counter and order food and you’re left with woojin and chan, who whispers something into woojin’s ears and leaves to join the other boys

so after chan leaves, woojin just looks at you and goes like “uhhhh so the boys and i are gonna get something to eat and i- uhhh we would like if you joined us?? it’s okay if you don’t want to!!!” he quickly added

and you’re just like “sure! your friends seem like really nice people,,,, i hope i’m not intruding though” and he just shouts “NO” really loudly and quickly which startles the both of you

so ya’ll had a pretty great dinner, with the boys goofing around, throwing fries at one another and talking about all the school gossip

ya’ll continue talking even after finishing your dinner, when you realise that it was almost 11pm,,,, and that you had to get back to your dorm because your roommate was expecting you to be back by like 10

so you excuse yourself and tell them that it was really nice meeting them when jeongin just goes “woojin hyung you should walk them back to their dorm!! its so late!!” and you’re just like asdlfjkas what

and woojin is just dead inside because jeongin just made him seem like a creep,,,,,,, so to redeem himself he just coughs out a “if you want me to” to you, hoping that you would say yes

and you reply with a shy “yes” because reminder: this has never happened to you before

so woojin quickly gets up and walks you to your dorm, where ya’ll talked more about yourselves and just random things basically

soon you get to your dorm and you’re both filled with disappointment because neither of you wanted to leave,,,,,, and woojin was about to speak up when your phone ringing cuts him off

you realise that it’s your worried roommate and so you kinda quickly say bye to him and run off into your dorm

and he just leaves, slightly disappointed that he wasn’t able to ask you out because of the phone call

and ya’ll don’t bump into each other again until one day you get a really weird message from woojin out of nowhere which read something like “hi y/n09ae-r92u3r@!34328o185s”

okay,,,,,,,

you reply with a “u okay?” and 3 mins later you get a reply saying “i’m fine sorry the boys took my phone” and you’re just like “haha no problem,,,, oh yea how was your assignment?” and he replies with a “i got an A!” and the conversation just kinda continues from there

and ya’ll end up talking day and night for the next few days, until one day you see woojin waiting outside one of your classes, looking pretty nervous while you were just surprised to see him

so you’re just like “hey,,, what’re you doing here?” and he just shuffles around until he looks up at you and asks you if he could ask you something,,,,,, and you just get reminded of the first time ya’ll met

so you tease him and just go “you’re not gonna ask me what i define paper as right?” and he just laughs, which helps him loosen up

and he just takes in a deep breath and goes “actually i was gonna ask you what you define a date as, so that i can take you out on one,,,,” and you’re just rooted there because that was,,,,,, really smooth

and 4 seconds later woojin is just like “im sOrry that was so straightforward idk what i was thinking it’s totally okay if you don’t want to i was just asking and like-” and you cut his rant with a “i would love to go on a date with you”

and ya’ll just smile goofily at each other,,,,, when you hear someone go “awwww” and a few “shHHHHH”s

so ya’ll look around and spot 8 boys hiding behind the wall, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on and woojin just has to run after them to smack them because peeping is rude kids

a few days later, you and woojin go on your cute little date,,,,,,,,, to the karaoke pffffttt

but it’s really cute because ya’ll have so much fun singing - sometimes screaming out - songs that you both love,,,,,,,,, and in the end he just serenades you with this really slow song and it’s so romantic ahhhhh

ya’ll buy some chicken ((ofc)) and sit near a river and just talk about yourselves, growing more disappointed as your date comes to an end

woojin being the gentleman he is, walks you back to your dorm because its late and its dangerous

and somewhere in between your long walk, your hands just start brushing slightly and soon after your hand is enveloped by his huge hand

and ya’ll don’t acknowledge it, but it’s obvious by the wide smiles you both were sporting on your faces

and soon you had reached your dorm and ya’ll just stand around each other, not sure of what to do now that ya’ll were here,,,,,, and so woojin says bye first, moving in really slowly for a hug so that you had time to reject it if you wanted to,,,,,,, but no one rejects a hug from woojin

so you just accept his hug and melt into his arms, almost as if they were the perfect place for you to be in

you whisper a “thank you for the great date” and courageously press a soft kiss to his cheek,,,,,,,, before letting out a small squeak because even you were surprised at what you just did

woojin just raises a hand to his cheek and caresses the place you kissed him,,,,, before throwing you a small smile, and pulling you in for an actual proper kiss

and it’s all so fricking adorable because you rest your hands on his chest and you can hear how fast his heart was beating, matching your heart’s rhythm, almost as if both of it was making music

he slowly lets you go and mutters a “see you tomorrow” and ya’ll separate, both with goofy smiles because what magic just happened

you’re greeted with your roommate bombarding you with questions, and you just start screaming and spazzing about your date and especially the end of the date and your roommate is just screaming along with you,,,,,,, and woojin is greeted by 8 creepy faces, waiting in his dorm for the details and he just spills everything the moment he sees them and they’re just so happy for their oldest brother

and so ya’ll continue to go on so many dates, with you going to the college cafe every saturday night to see him perform,,,,, and one particular saturday night, woojin is the only one on the stage while the other 8 just stand at the side and watch him with smiles on their faces

and you’re like ???? because don’t they all usually perform together

and then woojin just grabs the mic and speaks into it, shushing the crowd

“so today’s performance will be a bit different,,,,, i’m performing this for a really special person in the crowd who has made my life so much better and happier and i just wanted to say ‘i love you’ to this special person. you know who you are” and he stares straight into your eyes

and you’re shocked because he just said he loved you

and he sings the song staring at you and only you,,,,,,,,, and you can’t react because you’re surprised but your heart was bursting with love for the boy in front you

as soon as he got off the stage, you rush to him and into his arms, unable to stop the tears that escaped your eyes because you didn’t have to date before to know how special this was

you pull away slightly and look at him, as he wipes away your tears, a smile ever present on his handsome face, as you choke out a “i love you too” and crush him in a hug again as he hugs you back as tightly

ya’ll were soon known as the musical couple across college, because of your performances that were put up every saturday night, right after stray kids had performed

and he even convinced you to join the music club, because he knew how talented you were and also because it was the perfect excuse to see you more

one day when you were over at his dorm, he finally decided to show you the assignment he had been having problems with,,,,, the assignment that brought ya’ll together

and you listened to it,,,,, impressed at how good it sounded and how you could feel the love it conveyed

and he shyly admitted that he was thinking of you singing as his inspiration for this piece,,,,,,, which led you to attacking him with kisses because how can one be so cute

and minho decides to walk into woojin’s room right at that moment and he just goes “well well what do we have here,,,,,” while wiggling his eyebrows at the both you when ya’ll fly apart from each other due to the uninvited guest,,,,, and woojin just throws his plushie at minho and and asks him to get out with a really red face

“your friends really need to learn how to knock” you say, still red and woojin just sighs and replies with a “trust me,,,, i’ve tried teaching them,,,,”

so ya’ll learn your lesson and keep your pda to a minimum when the others are around but when ya’ll are alone oh boy,,,,,,, prepare to be attacked with hugs, cuddles and kisses

∞ end ∞

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samcarpnter · 6 years

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so if you are bitter bout mcu what are your unpopular opinions?

so a few people have actually asked me this since i said something vague about mcu yesterday haha so i figured i’ll just make a big long post under the cut and i am sorry if anyone takes this offensively, i just have to rant about some of this stuff so read at your own risk (spoiler i get mad and it is longgggg)

I do also want to say i love the mcu despite its many problems and i do my best to separate it from the comics because i understand a movie/tv show can’t develop characters the same way decades of comics can and different versions of their personalities/backstories are okay but still there is some corruption i can’t take

First off - the maximoffs. Like … no! I really am not a fan of the mcu versions. I could deal with their new personalities/upbringings if it wasn’t at the expense of their ethnicity. Like for those of you that don’t know, the maximoffs are jewish and romani, they are basically whitepassing pocs and they were very poor and are even children of holocaust survivors … so how the fuck and why the fuck did they volunteer to work for hydra ?!?! just completely corrupting everything that made them who they were is so disrespectful and to make them fucking work for A NAZI ORGANIZATION is not a small personality/backstory change, it goes against everything from the original characters.

Wanda maximoff also just walked into the avengers with barely any accountability for her actions, yes she had to deal with the pain of what she caused at the beginning of civil war but hardly anyone is bringing up the fact that she toyed with bruce/hulk in aou which caused so much damage and very likely resulted in a loss of many civilian lives, how is no one realizing it is her fault ?! she was pardoned for everything she did when tony was painted as villain WHY

Also in civil war i was more on tony’s side, i do think that cap was right in thinking that they shouldn’t be solely controlled by the government because sometimes there are fights they need to do that they wouldn’t necessarily be allowed to go to. B U T they do have to understand the effects of their often reckless actions. Yes they are saving the world but they could very well destroy it by not taking accountability for the damage they cause.

And okay civil war, like really? I just think it was forced and happened too fast, i know it can’t be like the comics always, but the civil war in the comics actually served a real purpose and in the mcu it was just like 12 people fighting in a parking lot ??

Also the villainization of tony is just … NO. like stop please. Tony makes mistakes, he does as everyone does and yes they are colossal ones too - i mean ultron for just one example. But he should not be seen as a villain for trying to protect the world. He saw infinity war coming a mile away and everybody was upset about it. Ultron was a disaster yes, but how is it that tony wasn’t pardoned when wanda and bucky were? I am not trying to say bucky shouldn’t be pardoned, because he was rightfully forgiven as he had no control over what hydra made him do, but wanda did … and she isn’t really apologizing or realizing the effects of some of her actions so … why is everyone pissed at tony??

And god okay i’m gonna be brief with mcu nat because ugh but just fuck scar jo and get her out of my sight, black widow deserves a solo movie with an actually talented actress who isn’t trying to steal minority roles alongside bucky barnes, i refuse to believe a black widow movie with no bucky could ever work

Guardians of the galaxy … jesus they did my babies dirty. Mcu peter quill … i don’t really like him and maybe it is because i’m not super fond of chris “i have a gun arsenal” pratt but tbh i just think they portray quill as a dick who can be misogynistic and a has a very delicate ego. His changed backstory was meh which i can live with but he is so fragile with his masculinity and it demeans gamora. I do like gamora and peter together but it would be so much better if he wasn’t always trying to be better than her or got offended anytime she was smarter or a better fighter than him (which is always sooo). Then mantis was done dirty she should not be some slave to a weird planet man ?? i think pom is a wonderful mantis but she was given crap to work with because mantis is a celestial being like an actual GODDESS so why is she working for a planet ??? and drax ugh he is not an idiot like mcu portrays him i’m so bitter about that

I understand why scott lang was chosen to be ant man over hank pym i mean if paul rudd was going to be scott it makes perfect sense. Hank is also just … i don’t quite know how to describe hank other than controversial i guess but that’s another story, and scott would come off waaaaay better to audiences as ant man, the thing i am just so mad about is the fact that janet was practically erased from the avengers. I mean please don’t get me wrong i love hope van dyne and a young janet shouldn’t be falling in love with scott, but i just wish they could have at least included the REAL janet, not michelle pfiefer (no offense to michelle either because she’s doing great with what she’s given) being an old knock off janet, and not even like her own movie (which would be fucking fantastic though) but like janet gave so much of her life to the avengers and was a founding member. A FOUNDING MEMBER. And her purpose in the mcu was basically just to give hank manpain like whyyyyyyyyyy

And CLINT! God clint barton was screwed over, comics clint is amazing and is 80% deaf (he has a frickin hearing aid!!) and loves dogs and coffee and pizza and i could even handle jeremy renner being this version of clint, i don’t really have a problem with jeremy but i hate that marvel just made him be loki’s slave for awhile then just randomly give him a family AHA PUH LEASE MARVEL clint barton is a hoe (okay not really a hoe but he has been romantically involved with many of the super ladies) he would not have some secret family also with someone not in the same business as him, and also clint is a survivor of abuse and represents someone with a disability and mcu took all of that away from him ughhh

Okay and spider-man … i think smhc was a great movie and tom is so cute and pure and an amazing peter parker but … why? Like why were we given a THIRD peter parker when we could have fucking had miles morales ?! for those of you who don’t know miles morlaes, he is black and is spiderman in a different universe (the ultimate universe) and so i mean marvel come on if you’re going to put in a new spiderman why couldn’t it be miles? And i mean this with no offense to tom but i just wish we could’ve had a poc lead sooner and now we get into the spiderverse as the introduction to miles which also don’t get me wrong, i am very excited about that movie but to me it just seems like we won’t have a great shot at getting miles in the mcu if they do a series of new animated films about the spiderverse

And doctor strange ugh the whitewashing just ugh and then stephen too like idk benedict cumberbatch is an amazing actor but stephen was made so arrogantly in mcu and he comes off as this hotshot doctor who did it for money and to show off how amazing he is but he actually became a doctor because he witnessed his sister’s death and then soon after his mother died

And then the whitewashing of the ancient one jesusssss the ancient one is not some eccentric white woman, the ancient one is an asian man … i could even understand making the character a woman as the only other female character would be rachel mcadams’s character (she was so unimportant i don’t even know her name whoops) but do not take away the asian identity !!

And iron fist man … it just sucked, there’s really not much more to say

Then elektra fucking natchios was done SO DIRTY elodie yung is the absolute best elektra, i can’t imagine anyone else playing her and she did so well for the shit she was given but they decided to take a route that made her a sociopath ?? i mean i am okay with the changed backstory but elektra just doesn’t go around killing people for the fun of it like she does it because she has been through a lot and wants to take bad people out of the world like the ones that killed her father and yes maybe she is a little misguided and lost but still she doesn’t think killing people is a fun thing to do on a saturday night like why marvel ?? and just the black sky thing was weird … never a thing in the comics but whatever

And also okay … i love peggy carter and i loved hayley atwell being peggy but sharon is ultimately cap’s main love interest and is the main woman in all of cap’s storylines. And sharon was set up SO well but because stucky fans are ruthless sharon doesn’t even exist anymore and i’m so bitter about that, emily vancamp was a great agent 13 and marvel actually did a great job of bringing her into the universe in catws but look what happened, everyone forgot about her and are obsessed with peggy instead … which as i said, i’m not trying to diss peggy or hayley because i loved agent carter and her in catfa, but everyone decided sharon was nothing compared to peggy and i just don’t see why we can’t have both ??

Another thing … why vision? Like why the heck was vision put into the mcu it really doesn’t make sense to me i mean i think paul bettany is great but he just .. why this weird robot? i’m guessing to bring more in about the infinity stones but still idk because that didn’t really happen ??

And rhodey … poor poor rhodey, the casting change was actually a pretty good idea because i think don cheadle is the perfect rhodey (with no offense to terrence howard’s version, i just think don cheadle should’ve been there from the start) but they didn’t really introduce him into becoming war machine at all, they just gave him a suit and were like boom you’re a superhero now go be an avenger ?? with barely any development to why ?? i demand a war machine solo movie please, we all damn well know don cheadle would be great and ryan coogler should direct it, we’ll have no tony (no offense to tony just no more white men) and we’ll get sam in there and they will be a fucking badass team

And i am so bitter that it took 10 FUCKING YEARS to not have a white male lead a movie … marvel you have so many amazing characters of so many different ethnicities and backgrounds and genders and sexualities like why is carol only coming in now and why did black panther just become a huge movie?! should’ve been there from the start ugh

In my eyes, the only flawless mcu pieces that i would never bash are thor: ragnarok, and black panther (and maybe runaways because we finally got our first canon lgbtq couple) and catws if scar jo wasn’t in it. Marvel needs to realize the success of these films, that taika waititi and ryan coogler are the best directors they have and should be directing more films *cough cough* GUARDIANS 3 *cough*

So wow … that’s a lot and it’s a lot of bashing marvel but i just … if you don’t know shit about the comics the mcu seems amazing like i was there once i didn’t start reading comics until a few years ago when i heard about the young avengers and i have loved the movies since iron man came out ten years ago, but the mcu is very corrupting of a lot of the best parts of these characters, and a lot of people don’t realize that

Thanks for letting me rant and as i have said i really don’t mean to offend anyone who is a fan of the mcu or (most of) the actors of the mcu because they’re just doing their job, so please realize a lot of this is my opinion, i’m just expressing how i feel about marvel and for the record, i do love the mcu i just don’t like a lot of what goes on behind the scenes.

#anon #answered #so yeah i know i kind of bashed a lot of peoples faves #but its more marvel's fault than the actual character/actor #sorry kinda not sorry

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fearingtwd · 6 years

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Sublime (Nick Clark Imagine)

request: Hoping I’m not too late to request nick imagine!! If not could I please request one where you knew him before the apocalypse and you were a thing but his addiction got too much n you left him cuz he put it before u or whatever reason and u reunite in the middle of the apocalypse n u see he’s clean n u still love him but he’s with luciana but like a happy ending?? SORRY THIS IS SO DETAILED idk

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Exhaustion. Dehydration. Starvation. Dead people. That’s all you were surrounded by lately. When you were with people, it made all of that a little bit more tolerable. But you were alone now because of that damned horde. Seeing people you had grown to care about be ripped apart in front of you was all you could remember when you closed your eyes.

Just when you really felt like you were starting to be truly happy with your life, the world decided to end. You cut off the toxic people, focused only on things that made you happy, picked up some new hobbies and friends. But, that life was behind you forever. You couldn’t do anything to bring it back.

Until you saw him.

You were wandering around the Texas heat, trying to find some shelter for the night. Somewhere secure and hopefully someplace with food. You were weak, helpless. You wouldn’t survive much longer without food, water, and proper rest.

You noticed the sun was starting to set as you walked further into a desolate town. It was completely abandoned - no people dead or alive could be seen. As you stood considering which building seemed safest to break into and hole up in, you heard a distant engine. You quickly ran into the closest alley to hide, adrenaline suddenly rushing.

The truck came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the road and you watched a man and woman step out, looking around for any sign of danger. It had been a while since you’ve seen people who are alive. Making your presence known might end up in you being dead, though.

The woman seemed familiar to you so you took a slight step forward for a closer look, partially shielding yourself behind a dumpster.

“We should check in here,” the woman spoke with authority, pointing to an apartment building. You recognized the voice right away and stepped into the street without a second thought.

Guns were being pointed in your direction not a moment later. Based on her slight hesitation, the woman seemed to recognize you as well but didn’t say anything regarding that. “Put your hands up,” she ordered.

You did as told, studying her features. “Madison? Madison Clark?” you asked, wondering if you were officially hallucinating, though you weren’t sure why you would hallucinate your ex-boyfriend’s mother.

Madison lowered her gun, but her finger remained close to the trigger. “Y/N?”

You gave a nod and the man looked between the two of you. “You two know each other?”

Ignoring him, Madison took a step forward. “What the hell are you doing out in Texas, Y/N?”

You put your arms down and felt like laughing at the strange situation. “What the hell are you doing in Texas?”

“It’s a long story,” she answered simply.

“Same here.”

She looked back at the man before meeting your gaze again. “This is Victor Strand. Strand, this is Y/N. We knew each other before the outbreak.”

“How heartwarming,” Strand spoke impatiently as he finally lowered his weapon. “We have food to find and there’s minimal daylight left.”

“Are you with a group?” Madison asked you, catching you off guard. The idea of being with people again was making you feel giddy inside even if it meant you would have something to lose again.

You shook your head. “No. I-I’m alone.”

“We have a settlement. You can join us if you want. There’s people. My kids. Nick is there,” she explained.

“He’s alive?” You suddenly felt like crying. You loved Nick. A lot. He was once the most important person in your life, someone you would do anything for. You loved him despite his addiction. For a while you thought you were helping him get better, but one too many times he chose drugs over you. You eventually had to do what was best for yourself and leave him. He wasn’t angry at you; he understood. You hadn’t seen him since your breakup, which was only months before the world turned to crap but you still cared for him deeply.

“Yes, he’s alive. I can take you to him once we get back. First, you need to help us find supplies.”

“Yeah, of course. Anything.”

And so, you eagerly helped Madison and Strand on their run though it wasn’t entirely successful. You merely scraped up a few cans of beans in a dirty apartment.

You were anxious on the drive back to their community. You were curious to see how the apocalypse had been treating Nick and even Alicia who you got along with nicely back when you spent a lot of time at the Clark household. Madison and Strand told you about their new home at the stadium and how they ended up there, which prompted you to tell them how you ended up in Texas as well. It was a lot of walking aimlessly mostly.

The moment you hopped out of the truck you spotted him, but he didn’t see you. He was standing by the gate ready to greet his mother. She gave him a quick hug and glanced back you.

“We found someone out there,” she said quietly. When he saw you, you noticed his demeanor change instantly. He was comfortable and calm before, now he was tense and his eyes were wide.

You didn’t say anything and you didn’t dare move. You just stayed next to the truck. Madison gave her son a pat on the shoulder and he began walking towards you, engulfing you in a hug before you could even say hello to him. He was hugging you so tightly, you could barely breathe.

“Oh my god,” he kept whispering to himself. He stepped back and looked at you intently. “You’re alive.”

“Yeah. So are you,” you smiled.

“I just assumed everybody I knew before was dead now.”

“So did I,” you admitted.

He pulled you into another tight embrace. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Y/N.”

“Me too. Your mom told me everything that’s happened to you guys. I’m sorry,” you said into his shoulder. “I’m just happy you’re doing okay, you know, with.... everything.”

He knew what you were referring to. “I’m clean,” he confirmed.

You noticed a young woman watching a little further in the distance, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. You weren’t sure what to think, but you decided to step away from his embrace. “I’m proud of you,” you said softly and sincerely.

He grinned, then noticed your eyes shifting behind him. He turned around and spotted what you were looking at. “Um, you know, I think Alicia would be a good tour guide. She could show you around and find a space for you to stay.”

“Why can’t you be my tour guide?” you chuckled.

He shrugged and looked at the ground, suddenly very standoffish. “I have crops to tend to.”

“What?”

“I can explain later.” He called out for Alicia, who was just as surprised to see you, and told her to show you around. She did just that, taking you on the grand tour, even putting on a fake Southern accent and acting like a real tour guide. She really was a delight to be around and you didn’t realize how much you missed her until now.

“Nick, who is that?”

“Come on, we gotta talk,” Nick spoke earnestly, grabbing Luciana’s arm and leading her to their shared room, ignoring her questions along the way.

He let out a sigh and sat the edge of the bed while Luciana stood her ground. “Her name is Y/N and we knew each other before the outbreak.”

“How well did you know her? You two seemed very friendly.”

Nick sensed the hostility in his girlfriend’s voice and decided to be honest. “We were together, yeah. We dated for a while.”

“Do you still like her?”

“I still care about her.”

“No, do you still have feelings for her, Nick?” she asked more sternly, feeling a bit threatened.

Nick got to his feet and spoke calmly. “Luci, I just found out that someone I care for is still alive. I’m just happy she’s alright. It’s not like that.”

Luciana rolled her eyes. “You better make sure she knows that. I don’t want drama. Things are good here.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “And I don’t want any drama either. I’ll talk to her and I’ll tell her that I’m with you and that I’m happy. I will.” He placed a sweet kiss on Luciana’s lips before eventually going back outside.

He finally found you in Alicia’s room a couple hours later after you were able to get some food, water, and a nice wash. It was completely dark out now and the moonlight was the only thing lighting the small but cozy space. You were sitting on the edge of the bed putting on a fresh pair of socks with your back to the door.

“Hey.”

Hearing a voice coming from the doorway behind you made you jump up and nearly fall over. Your guard was still up from being out there for so long.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He watches you carefully and notices your new outfit. “You wearing Alicia’s clothes?”

“She offered,” you told him.

He raised an eyebrow. “Wow. She letting you hang out in her room too?”

“Well, she said we could share it until I can get my own space.”

Nick started walking further into the room. “My sister must really like you if she’s lending you clothes and sharing her room.”

You let out a dry laugh and then promptly changed the subject. “She took me on a tour of the stadium and you weren’t by the garden. That’s where I thought you’d be since you have crops to tend to apparently.”

He frowned. “I was busy with something else. I was actually talking with Luciana. I’m assuming you didn’t meet her on your tour.”

“No, I didn’t,” your voice came out smaller than intended.

“When you were with my mom and Strand, I don't know what they told you, but she’s my girlfriend, so... You know, I just don’t want it to be weird between us or anything. I mean the break up was kind of mutual, but still.”

You furrowed your brow. "Well, your mom didn't say anything about you being with someone. It wasn't mutual, by the way. I distinctly remember dumping you after you promised to get clean for me and then just... didn't even make an effort." You weren't mad at him, but you were growing frustrated with the situation. On the drive here, you felt like there was a glimmer of hope that it was fate for you to be reunited with Nick. Now it didn't feel that way, but you were still elated to see him doing so well.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I was a junkie. I didn't want to change because, honestly, I thought you deserved better than me," Nick said in a low voice.

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek as your heart began pounding. "I didn't want anyone else. I wanted you. I loved you, Nick. I still do, even if it's not in the same way."

He shifted the weight between his feet. "If Luciana wasn't here, would it be the same way?"

"Maybe. Doesn't matter, though. I'm just happy that you're happy."

He flashed a quick smile. "I am happy. And I still love you too. Platonically, of course."

"Does your girlfriend, um... Do you love her?"

"I do, yeah. I love her a lot." Hearing that didn't upset you as much as you thought it would.

"Good. I hope she knows how lucky she is." You could tell that Nick was a different person. A better version of himself. Still caring and sweet, but clear-headed now.

Alicia suddenly made her way into the room and stopped short upon seeing Nick. "Just because Y/N is staying in my room doesn't mean you can invite yourself over whenever. It's still my room," she deadpanned.

Nick took that as his cue to leave. But before walking away, he placed a hand on your shoulder. "Sit with us at breakfast tomorrow, alright? We're having pancakes."

As soon as he was gone, you excitedly turned to Alicia wide-eyed, mouth watering. "Pancakes?"

That was when you knew you would love it at the stadium, that it could become home and all of the people could easily become your friends. Even if things weren't how they used to be with Nick, you considered it better now because he's clean and happy and you still loved each other. Even if it was just platonic, it felt right.

#idk this is a mess #kind of like s4 facts only #nick clark #fear the walking dead #nick clark x reader #nick clark imagine #nick clark imagines #fear the walking dead imagines #ftwd imagines #ftwd imagine #ftwd x reader #feartwd #imagines

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jafreitag · 4 years

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2020

On January 1, 2020, I went to LNHQ. The holiday party had happened a few days earlier – a sorta-epic “booze cruise” with Lana Del Rey off the Catalina coast. Everybody nursed hangovers on flights back home, and then bugged off to celebrate their new years with their people.

The office was spotless – just a few dust motes floating across the afternoon sunlight in the conference room. I grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote “What if…” on the green board. It was intended as a turn-the-page talking point. OM and I had had a sit-down after we got back from Cali. Good talk, honestly. He’s well-versed in stuff that I do not understand, and he’s driving the proverbial bus as the new LN CEO. Lotta heartfelt questions from him, lotta heartfelt idks from me. “You gotta…” and “Yeah, I suck at that, but what about…” Some bourbon later, we adjourned. “Love you, dude” and “love you back, man.” Let’s meet next week and ok.

So that’s why I was there. What are we doing? What if… What if we actually try hard? What if ECM keeps killing it on Instagram? What if Jane and Trevor come back? What if we move to a new location, and the corporate and content wings find a new synergy? What if all of the sponsorships pan out? And O’s settlement with Adidas? Sky’s the limit, right? Let your imagination wander. I mean, what if Fiona Apple puts out a new album in 2020, and it’s not just great, but better than The Idler Wheel, which was the best album of 2012?

Seriously. What if?

Or what if the entire world breaks?

That wasn’t in my head back then.

It’s December now. And we’re in a global pandemic, which is getting worse (or at least not getting measurably better) every day. This year has been indescribably difficult for all of us, particularly the ones personally affected by Covid-19. And it has been difficult for businesses across every sector, particularly entertainment. Seen a show lately? Nope? Me, neither. At the beginning of the summer, I paid Laura Marling to watch a stream of her performance at Union Chapel in London. Seemed cool then, seems irrelevant now.

We can’t help artists/bands, really, until we can see them again. And who knows when that will be? Next summer? Next fall? Maybe 2022 before we all feel safe in massive crowds again (even with masks)? Maybe never? Until then, we have streaming services. And … woof. That’s an Apple/Spotify cart that I’d prefer not to upend, mainly because it benefits me, but it’s worth some words.

I’m a Spotify person. My home team is comprised of six Spotify people. We pay, collectively, $14.99/month to stream almost any music ever recorded and released. That’s around $2.50 per person per month. Pretty good deal, right? For sure. Here’s the problem: Spotify pays $0.003 per stream. That’s 1/3 of a penny. If you’re a Zeppelin or a Beatle or a Stone, that’s just a nice little dividend. (Keith is like, “Hey, baby, I love Spot-ify. I bought this sweet fedorah with that check.”) If you’re somebody else, somebody less established in the Rock-royalties pantheon, you’re probably not buying a hat. You’re probably hoping that Spotify might, might, pick up your next cup of coffee – or one at the end of the year, I don’t know how that works.

Spotify does this year-end Wrapped thing. You get a weird Snapchat/Instagram video that tells you stuff. Your most listened-to artist/band, your also-rans, etc. You also get some pretty sweet virtual (and unearned) affirmation.

My win was this.

911 seems good. It’s better than 11. The green-dotify didn’t specify whom those new artists were, which sucks, but I have a decent idea. And I’m guessing that many of those artists have Bandcamp pages, and I didn’t visit any of those. Actually, that’s not true. I did visit the Car Seat Headrest page because Will put out three different iterations of the new record on streaming, cd, and vinyl. It was mostly the same – alternate sequences and some alternate versions of certain tracks. The alternate versions weren’t on Bandcamp. You had to buy all three formats to get the whole record. Or you had to be ok with the iteration that you got. Or you could just find the alternate versions on YouTube. Sure, they wouldn’t be on your phone, but you got to hear them.

That’s not me being petty or cheap. I could’ve bought the cd and vinyl iterations. And I could’ve bought alot of music on Bandcamp, but I couldn’t have bought 911-new-artists worth. How many could I have bought? Not sure. How would I have decided? Not sure. I’m glad that I discovered that many sounds, and I’m concerned that most of those sounds were produced by real people struggling to create in this challenging (intentionally undersold the adjective there, but “terrible” and “horrible” seemed trite) environment. I’m more glad than concerned, if you follow the dichotomy. And I’m not happy about it. Having identified the problem, however, I’m flummoxed about a solution.

I listened to alot of music in 2020. #WFH #FTW (And two hashtag sentence fragments make a sentence. I just checked the LN style manual. Jane said ok.)

Alessandro Deljavan is an Italian pianist, who was born a few months before I graduated high school. He recorded Erik Satie’s piano works. My best friend and I listened to that alot this year – she calls it “sleeping music.” Miles Davis, obv. Early-covid, I made a chronologically-tight playlist of his pre-Columbia material. Mid-covid, I started a chronologically-tight and still-unfinished playlist of his fusion material. Jenny Lin? I think that’s a holdover from last year, when sleeping music was her Chopin’s Nocturnes. CSH was my lawnmowing soundtrack. Daniel Baremboim? No idea, maybe I hit his Mendelssohn’s Leider ohne Worte too many times during the days.

Minutes listened and top genre are what I want to talk about, real quick, before I get list-y. 115,891 minutes is 1,931 or so hours, and 80.5 or so days. I listened to two and a half months straight of music this year. That’s not a brag or even a humble brag. It’s a fact. And most of that (trust me here, I ran my ass off to playlists) was Indie Rock – the aforementioned “new artists.” How can I help them, besides streaming their amazing work over and over and over, and championing them here? Shouting indirectly at Spotify on social media seems unlikely to change a flawed system. Anybody with more constructive ideas can share them below the line.

Ok, the list.

I did it. I broke the unspoken rule (nobody gets #1 twice), and I’m ok with it. 2020 was a unique year. Up top, that’s Fiona from a Zoom call over the summer. She didn’t really know about Liner Notes, but she was willing to talk while walking her dogs. I wasn’t sure that Fetch the Bolt Cutters would be the album of the year at that point, but it was a nice chat. Tbh, I struggled to finalize the list because any of the Top 10 could’ve been Top. The margins were very fine. (And fwiw, I may tweak things a bit over the next few weeks.) Links to Spotify. And COME ON, Spotify. Pay artists more, and pay indie artists even more than that.

Fiona Apple – Fetch the Bolt Cutters

Phoebe Bridgers – Punisher

Waxahatchee – Saint Cloud

This Is the Kit – Off Off On

HAIM – Women in Music Pt. III

En Attendant Ana – Juillet

Samia – The Baby

Kelly Lee Owens – Inner Song

Adrianne Lenker – songs / instrumentals

Porridge Radio – Every Bad

SAULT – Untitled (Black Is) / Untitled (Rise)

Taylor Swift – folklore / evermore

The 1975 – Notes On A Conditional Form

Car Seat Headrest – Making a Door Less Open

Perfume Genius – Set My Heart on Fire Immediately

Lomelda – Hannah

Fleet Foxes – Shore

Soccer Mommy – color theory

Beach Bunny – Honeymoon

Retirement Party – Runaway Dog

Shopping – All or Nothing

Ela Minus – acts of rebellion

The Strokes – The New Abnormal

Fontaines D.C. – A Hero’s Death

Kate NV – Room for the Moon

Dehd – Flower of Devotion

Gum County – Somewhere

Bad Moves – Untenable

Jeff Tweedy – Love Is the King

Laura Marling – Song for Our Daughter

Autechre – SIGN

Four Tet – Sixteen Oceans

Sorry – 925

Dream Wife – So When You Gonna…

Fenne Lily – BREACH

Margaret Glaspy – Devotion

Jordana – Something to Say to You

Hinds – The Prettiest Curse

Gorillaz – Song Machine: Season One

Tame Impala – The Slow Rush

Tycho – Simulcast

Ólafur Arnalds – some kind of peace

Ezra Feinberg – Recumbent Speech

Slow Pulp – Moveys

Young Jesus – Welcome to Conceptual Beach

Bartees Strange – Live Forever

U.S. Girls – Heavy Light

Empress Of – I’m You’re Empress Of

Charli XCX – how i’m feeling now

Oliver Coates – skins n slime

LN is on hiatus for a little while.

More soon.

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About Pokemon: I choose you! The Movie (non-spoilers version) *small edit: 18/Jul*

Salt or not, you should watch it - it is hard to criticize the experience only by reading spoiler notes/plot reviews. Go watch the movie without much expectations, even with some (big?) flaws it is quite an entertaining film.

If you love Ash and Pikachu’s friendship, I’m pretty sure you will enjoy this - their relationship is indeed the big deal of the movie. Their voice actresses do an incredible job in this movie, it is worth to note how much their talent make a huge difference in the quality of the movie. The animation has some really pretty scenes and cool battles, I loved how expressive Ash and Pikachu were!

M20 is also a good treat for fans of the original series soundtrack, it has some nice rearranges of the old time classics! Plus so many references from previous movies!

Many people cried during many parts of the film, I noticed also some surprised gasps and bursts of laughter around/in front of my seat range too. I missed watching flawed Ash.... And, oh, he does answer what does a "Pokemon Master" mean this time lol.

On the other hand, the plot and the pacing… are a big mess. Too much info, not enough time to develop each thread, then it ends in a very rushed way. No wonder why I ended up with so many mixed feelings about the whole thing, hahaha, I personally wouldn’t rank it as my favorite pokemon movie but… I don’t think it is also as awful as some people have claimed xD

It is indeed a very strange experience, for instance… New characters are not bad, they have some background and personality - I’d say they are fitting and likeable but also kinda of pointless at the same time? Or, another example, emotional scenes are intense but they are also solved so quickly that is barely no time to let the info sink lol. IMO this film was better than the last recent movies, it’s like “well, M20 was really nice, I’m not mad but it had potential to be much better - but still, it was very fun, go watch it”? Please try watching it!

So many people in the movie theater - both kids and adults… also, so many 3ds devices lol (Marshadow is a gift through local wireless network. They included a short announcement at the start/end of the movie by Shokotan-Joy reminding us of that!). I’m happy that I got Marshadow and also a Ga-ole card with Movie!Hat Pikachu - it can be converted to Pokemon USUM in the future…

I’m still unsure which Hat-chu should I redeem with my ticket code. Maybe AG one?

Oh, (long) ramblings and spoilers after this cut:

Spoiler talk:

I don’t think Pikachu’s speaking scene was as bad as some people said… I thought that was very emotional and meaningful? It is very ambiguous scene, I saw that moment as Ash understanding Pikachu’s pokemon words with full clarity, he was so weak (c'mon boy was exhausted lol) and I don’t think Pikachu literally spoke in human language… The atmosphere kinda implies it is something only Ash could understand that instant, like the blurred and muffled sounds.

I really like Ash and Pikachu and I guess anyone who has/had a partner like that might get emotional over that. Ugh, maybe it’s Ootani’s acting… idk, either way that crushed my heart really badly. I surprisingly got much more emotional about it than I thought I would, even after being bombed with pre-screening spoilers.

^few minutes before I was honestly wanting to laugh/cringe at MARSHADOW WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING and the UGH incineroar’s PELVIC BELT FIRE ATTACKS WHY DID YOU REMIND US OF THAT DETAIL FROM THE GAMES DDDD:

Convoluted plot much? Yamachan is a nice Marshadow! But… Kinda too bad the Pokemon itself in the story is really confusing. Pacing is also weird, felt like the plot is too long and suddenly close to the end they had to wrap it up in a rush? I thought it was nice in a way that you don’t get bored because things go nonstop, however it would definitely work better as a short TV series than a single movie.

They must really like those guest celebrities to create the two new rushed Please!DPPremake!characters. I do think the movie would work better with Ash and Pikachu traveling alone - for example, Bonji could easily sometimes fill the gaps the role of the two companions are meant to be… I mean, Souji and Makoto are nice, but still… Ugh, it does feels a bit like they were forced to be there.

I hope you like Entei better than Suicune and Raikou lol. It’s like… The first one is a badass and the other two are simply… there. Suicune only appears to Makoto and they exchange glances... and that's all.

Team Rocket’s cameos are very short but cute. I liked the best the one at the beginning, at the Pokemon Center, when Joy goes"omg those guys!!!“ and instead of attacking the place, TRio just leave excited like the other kids "yaaaaay Entei!!!” XD

I apparently wasn’t the only one who was confused about Marshadow’s intentions in that movie. Judging by the viewers’ reactions, I noticed a lot of people were confused about it… Even understanding Japanese language didn’t help much tbh.

Going back to Ho-Oh and Marshadow, I didn’t get it at first, but…

…Well, Ash got one of Ho-Oh’s feather and it kept shining with bright colors because he has a good heart - if the feather gets dark, according to the legend, it is thanks to humans being evil, which results in things going really bad, right?

Marshadow knows that black feather = not good - that’s why when Ash is blinded by frustration and the feather gets darker, he creates that dream world where Ash realizes how important Pikachu was for him and tries to find his partner even though he can’t remember him in that illusion world. It takes a while to Ash realize he was being reckless and stupid, but after he remembers and understand he was being stupid, he quickly wakes up and apologize to Pikachu with real regret, and the feather goes colorful again, right?

The second time the feather goes dark is when Cross snatch it from Ash’s hand and later on, Marshadow takes it and start destroying everything around it. Bonji tells Ash he should get his feather back asap or else Marshadow will never stop unleashing its power, right….

1) so you could say Marshadow is like a guardian that creates a trial for those who bear the rainbow feather, ensuring pokemon are safe from evil people/good people can meet Ho-Oh (does it mean when Ash “dies”, he actually goes under Marshadow’s trial and he quickly returns to the real world due to his bond to Pikachu?)

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2) Marshadow actually a sneaky little chaotic pokemon that is very aware that when the feather gets dark, it is its opportunity to snatch it and unleash its power. That explains why dark feather = bad stuff happens and why Marshadow stop hitting the humans and fades away after the dark feather in its hands disappears and reappears as a colored feather in Ash’s hand)

So… Which one is the actual thing, 1 or 2?

I’m not planning to watch it a second time soon, but let’s see if someone else does it and help us figuring out the plot lol. It’s probably easier to understand it after a second view (I mean, I HOPE SO lol).

About specific stuff I was asked on Tumblr, in no particular order:

Oh, the credits with old characters was not a full screen part… Only a small portion of the screen. They all begin as shadowed figures that look at the camera, reveling their full bodies. The background is the same for all characters.

Misty was riding her bike! May tied her bandanna! Clemont’s glasses were shining! Serena kept her old looks, everybody had their original clothes and style… TRACEY! o/

Max appeared together with May and Bonnie appeared together with Clemont.

I was very intrigued that only (cute upside down) Iris and Serena were smiling in their respective scenes… Everybody else looked slightly surprised/confused somewhat? So odd. :/

While Makoto is checking out her “smartphone”, after some pictures of her friends (we can see that Souji is the one who cooks for the trio) and their pokemon we can see her mother’s picture (+Piplup and Empoleon). Yeah, possibly Cynthia - she’s missing the trademark hairclips and the hair color is slightly darker… but that long peculiar hair is quite similar to that character… Plus Makoto herself hints "my hometown (Twinleaf - Sinnoh) has a very famous trainer..."

The teacher inside the classroom of IRL Ash was Agatha, wasn’t it?

Professor Oak has a Squirtbottle.

Souji is seen spotting an Articuno at the end of the movie. Meanwhile, Makoto explains she will go back home to see her mother.

Ah, close to the end I remember seeing the Alolan starters animated - sorry, I don't remember when exactly but it was before the credits, when Ash and Pikachu already said goodbye to Souji and Makoto.

The Lapras is not Ash's, it's Makoto's. She kisses the pokeball before throwing it...

Pikachu's spoken lines: "ずっと一緒にいたいから" (zutto issho ni itai kara): Because I wants to be with you, always.

Oh, Ash does define what does it mean to him to be a pokemon master: to become a friend of all pokemon in the world!

#pokemon #pokemon m20 #pokemon i choose you #kimi ni kimeta #pokemon m20 spoilers #m20 spoilers #pokemon movie

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alicesgreatadventure · 7 years

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I'm safe to share this now......

This has been an ongoing source of stress in my life and I feel safe enough to tell Tumblr about it now because typing the story will help me sort through it a little bit better and the issue has been “resolved.” For the purpose of this story, the boy it centers around will be named Jaden Brown or smth. So my family and the Browns have been friends for a few years. My dad and Jadens dad both coach my little brothers baseball team. So, naturally, our families hang out together all the time. The Brown family has three kids, the younger ones hang out with my younger brother. Jaden, who is my age, hang out with me. Everyone has someone and it works out perfectly. So everybody is in the pool, being social, meaning that Jaden and I are somewhere else. We were sitting by the fire pit in my front yard. This would be very romantic if we were even mildly interested in each other. Funnily enough, we'd been talking about the girl Jaden was interested in, we'll call her Abby. Then shit kinda got weird. Him: so Abby texted me the other day when she was leaving a movie theatre. She saw beauty and the beast and she said it made her cry and it was really good. I don't get why people cry in movies to be honest. Me: bro idk I cry in movies all the time. Just because they're sad you know? Him: I guess, but like, movies don't really make me feel anything Me: well I guess some people r just like that *expects the topic to change* Him: Honestly, I don't really feel anything in real life. Me: *beginning to get scared* What? Him: I mean, I know what I'm supposed to feel. I just don't,,,,,feel it. I act, I guess. Me: *sufficiently freaked the fuck out* What? Him: idk I wouldn't really have a problem killing someone. Me: *shitting bricks* oh? What do u mean. Him: I have super vivid dreams about it all the time. I've killed my friends, my family, Abby, *laughs* even you! Sometimes when I wake up I remember how I did it sometimes I don't. Me: do u remember how u killed me? *shit fuck shit god fucking damn it I don't wanna know shit* Him: Yep. *graphic description that could be triggering* Me: *FUCK* But u wouldn't actually kill your someone would you? Him: Depends. Me: *nervously* on what? Him: on what they did Me: *internally flips shit* but not ur family tho Him: depends. Me: *already knowing answer but hoping for a better outcome this time* on what? Him: I already told u, what they did. Me: *trying not to look at all shocked by any of this for fear of triggering a full mental break down from him* hmm. Him: yeah, the closest I've ever come to killing someone is your little brother. Me: *knowing this kid is a black belt is a black belt in karate and freaking out more.* *loving my little brother and wanting nothing but to run to him and hug him* you almost killed my little brother? Him: yeah. When him and my little brother hang out they're so fucking annoying it makes me wanna snap their necks. Me: *almost crying* oh Him: yeah I've only told two other people this. One thought I was joking and one still gets nervous around me. Me: *gee I wonder why* wow, uhhhh, wow Him: so yeah anyway back to that girl Needless to say, I was shocked. Like, what the fuck? That doesn't happen to people? Asfksmdkannf? It didn't make sense. We continued hanging out until he left, and I tried to act normal to ensure my own safety. Immediately after he left, I called a friend. He basically told me, " hey, yeah that's creepy as hell." So I told the rest of my close friends, hoping for advice. All of the them said, TELL YOUR MOM. This was something I was nervous as FUCK to do though. And I was already second guessing myself. What if it was a dream? What if my mind is just bored and fucking w me? I knew neither of those things were true. So I waited. The next time jaden came over I was with a friend. Everything was v normal. He wasn't acting strange. I ended up playing "Stardust Girl" for my friend while he was there and he was super supportive, telling me I was super talented, and I should publish that. He even texted me later that night telling me the same thing. In other words, he acted nice. And normal. Like, what? This left me more confused than ever. I go to a therapist once a month so I decided I'd wait, and talk to her. Therapy- Me: tells story Her: tell your fucking mother :) Me: k thx ily bye :) Her: k see u later :) So I went home, and my mother was just returning from vacation. I decided I'd let her catch up on work before I added to her stress. She ended up getting sick so I waited like four days. She was in my room and she asked, hey, is there something u wanna tell me? So I told her. She has her masters degree in psychology so she wasn't a stranger to this kinda stuff. She agreed that it was very concerning and decided she would talk to her old therapist to help her decide how to tell Jaden's mother. My mom told the rest of our family and eventually arranged a lunch date with Jaden's mom. By the time this happened I was flying to my grandparents house. The moment I got off the plane I called her. Me: HOWD IT GO?!?!? Her: idek what the fuck. What? Me: what happened? Her: Jaden's mom believed you. She said she knows you and knows this isn't something you'd make up. She said she also knows Jaden. He is the most emotional of her kids and he's always the first one to run to help when anything happens and the first one to get emotional when someone is upset. So basically Jaden's mom thanked me and went home to talk to him. He admitted to telling you all of that. He even came over and apologized to your father and I! He was crying, his mom was crying, I was crying. He said "I told her all of that but it's not true" "I'm so sorry" "I would never hurt Rhiana or her brother" and stuff like that. And you know what his reasoning was? Me: it better have been a fucking good one. Her: *laughs* but rlly idk what to make of the reason. He said it was because he and I were talking about family stuff earlier and I had explained to him that there was a history of depression, anxiety, and suicide in my family. His reason? Since he had a history of murderers in his family(true fact there's a documentary about his aunt she was a serial killer) he decided he'd keep the convo going. By telling u that. Me: wow. Fuck Her: ik it's fucking weird We continued to discuss for a while and came to the conclusion that Jaden and I would have to talk. I agreed, thinking I'd decide for myself wether he was telling the truth when I saw him. The one thing that didn't add up? We had, at one point, talked about our family pasts. It had been hours earlier in the night. I have yet to return from my grandparents house so I will let you guys know how everything goes. And believe it or not, you know that camping trip I'm going on right when I get back? Yeah it's with his family. So the first time I'll see him is when I'm living right next to him for 5 days. Anyway sorry this was sooo long but I needed to get it out and type it to help myself review everything that happened before seeing him. Also I will be continuing my break from tumblr after this but I needed to sort everything out. I love you guys❤️

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musical-miranda · 8 years

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A Little Bit Longer

Write-A-Thon: AU Day (1)

pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader

summary: Lin and reader both have Crohn’s Disease and receive Remicade infusions for treatment. With nothing to do for 3+ hours, they chat with each other and quickly become closely acquainted.

warnings: IVs (like hospital ones), swearing, chronic illness? idk man

words: 2430

a/n: So, this is the first part to a fairly slow burn series I’m starting. It’s the most personal thing I’ve ever written and I’m sure it’ll keep getting more so. That being said, I’m absolutely terrified to put this out for people to see; I’ve never shared something this deeply personal to me and I’m just worried what the reactions will be. I really, really hope you guys like this. I cried a lot of tears writing it, but I think it’ll be a very healing experience for me.

Thank you to @alexanderhamllton @secretschuylersister and @tempfixeliza who all read over it for me and helped calm my nerves about it. I love you all.

tags: @bluesnowyangel @hamrevolution

There comes a moment in everyone’s life where something colossal happens, something changes in their lives, and they’re suddenly never the same person. Some people will change for the better, others for the worse, but it’s an inevitable fact of life.

Maybe it’ll happen when you’re seventy, you might just be seventeen, but regardless of age, it won’t be easy. Life doesn’t discriminate between the old and the young; pain is pain and it demands to be felt, whether emotional, physical, or other.

For some time after said life changing event, the sun seems to stay hidden behind dark clouds and as far as the eye can see, there are storms. The storms will seem to never end and odds are, you’ll find yourself wondering how other people do it, how they get through it.

The truth is, it isn’t easy. You do it because you have to, because you have no other choice. Life will push you down countless times before you can get back up, and that might take years. But when you look up at that cloudy sky, you’ll see that every cloud has a silver lining. The sun will come back out, sometimes one ray at a time, and life will be beautiful again.

As you wrote down your thoughts, a voice ripped you from your thoughts, causing your pen to fall from your hand onto your journal. “Your infusion is done. We’re just gonna keep an eye on you for the next fifteen minutes, then you’ll be free to go home. You’ve already scheduled your next infusion, correct?”

The nurse stood right in front of you with a gauze pad and a bright orange fabric band-aid, working to pull the taping of the IV off of your hand carefully. You dropped the journal onto the ground, wincing just when she pulled the IV from your hand and covered it with the gauze to stop any bleeding. The pressure was firm and rather painful, but you ignored it.

“Yes, six weeks from now on the fourth of April. I believe at 3:30pm. I have it down in my journal.” You offered her a strained smile.

Your body relaxed for just a moment as she checked if the spot had clotted just yet, but the pressure was immediately replaced, so you sighed just a bit.

“Good. And you know to call if you start having any adverse reactions or your symptoms start recurring? Any abnormal joint pain, butterfly rashes, lumps on your abdomen, blood coming out anywhere it shouldn’t be, or severe pain and you call us immediately.” She replaced the gauze with the bright orange band-aid and started typing some notes on her computer.

You put your laptop back in its bag with a soft chuckle, nodding slowly. “Of course. And don’t go to the ER unless a limb is literally falling off of my body.”

This caused your nurse to laugh out loudly, giving you a small nod. “As always. They wouldn’t know what to do with you if their life depended on it.”

Leaning back in the sofa-chair, you couldn’t help your laughter as you gazed out the window over the downtown skyline. Anybody with a chronic illness knew to avoid any emergency department like the plague unless their life clearly depended on it, and that was a rare situation for somebody like you.

“Alright, Miss Y/L/N, I’ll see you in fifteen minutes. Let us know if you start feeling strange.”

Just as always, you felt perfectly fine for the next fifteen minutes, aside from some fatigue which you chalked up to the Benadryl from earlier. Fifteen minutes later, you were on your way home.

It was a few minutes too late when you realized you had left your journal on the floor by your chair. You knew the infusion clinic would be closing in less than ten minutes and in the rush hour traffic, there was no way you could make it. You’d just have to hope it was still there the next afternoon after your appointment.

The moment you got home and took your medicines, you passed out on your couch from exhaustion and didn’t wake up until 2pm, an hour before your follow-up with the GI clinic.

The appointment was long as always and, daresay boring, but fairly informative. With your improvement from the last visit, they wanted to schedule an endoscopy/colonoscopy to check if the Crohn’s inflammation had actually gone down, so that was scheduled three months out.

After the appointment, you made your way to the infusion clinic and explained the situation with the journal to the nurses. When your nurse from the previous day came out holding your black leather-bound journal, you nearly squealed with joy. It appeared completely untouched since you had last seen it and you felt a sense of relief wash over you. There were things in that journal that you preferred no one else see, simply due to how personal to you they were.

You thanked the nurses before quickly heading back to your car, flipping through your journal once you were in the car when a piece of paper fell out of it. Weird. You couldn’t remember folding up a sheet of paper and putting it between the pages.

Curious about what you would have folded up, you opened the paper carefully only to find handwriting that was not your own gracing the paper. Your eyebrows furrowed as you read.

The truth of the matter is that, no, not everybody does see a major life-changing event in their life, and though it isn’t fair, that’s a fact. Most everybody does, however, live in fear of one. Some die long before they see one, and others just don’t have one on their life agenda. But no matter who you are, you probably live in fear of a terrible event changing your life.

I feel bad for the people who don’t live to see this event happen, because they live their entire lives in fear of such an event. This fear will eat you alive if you don’t contain it, ripping at every fiber of your being until you’re nothing but a skeleton, until your shell is gone. Suddenly, you’re nothing but your fear.

But the thing is, there isn’t a reason to fear for this change, because when it happens, you adapt and you survive. You fight until there is no longer a reason to fight. Until you’ve won the war with yourself and have come to terms with your new and improved life.

You can choose to let this fear change who you are and eat you alive, or you can choose to let go and accept reality. Sometimes that reality isn’t the greatest, but it is always better than letting fear consume your life.

~L.M.M.

The moment you got home from the hospital, you sat at your desk in your bedroom and grabbed a pen and some notebook paper, scribbling down words faster than you could think them. The words were completely unrelated to what this L.M.M. had written, since he was right and you couldn’t argue it, so you just wrote whatever came to your mind.

The entire L.M.M. situation had gone completely forgotten for the following six weeks, up until your next infusion. As you sat in the rather bleak waiting room with just a couple other people, the name “Lin-Manuel Miranda” was called out. The wheels in your head turned for just a moment before you realized those were the initials from the notebook and your eyes instantly went wide enough to pop out of your head.

Ten minutes of checking in later, you were in the same love seat as the last time with an IV in your hand, connecting up to your medication drip. The large room had probably ten people sitting around getting various treatments, some elderly and others closer to your age, but every last one of them seemed bored out of their mind.

Everyone except for the man called Lin-Manuel Miranda, that is. He was furiously scribbling away in a notebook, eyebrows furrowed as if to tell you he was in deep thought and not to disturb him, strands of hair falling into his face from the loose bun on the back of his head.

“Excuse me?” You asked softly, tapping the man in the seat beside you on the shoulder gently. He jumped from start but his expression immediately softened when he saw you. His eyes glistened with something that resembled fondness before both of his eyebrows raised quizzically, urging you to go on.

“I was just, um… I was wondering if you wanted a bobby pin to keep your hair out of your face?” Your lips pursed, fingers running along the spine of your leather bound journal and all at once, his face lit up.

Rather than answering your question, he responded with one of his own. “Is that your notebook?”

“Yeah. Is it safe to guess you’re L.M.M.?”

“Your writing is absolutely beautiful! I’m so sorry for snooping around, but the page was bookmarked and practically screaming read me!, so I did. It inspired me, truly, and I wrote a sort of response.”

You took note of the way his voice quivered and broke, and his worried expression was almost that of a scared puppy.

“Well, I do prefer that strangers don’t snoop through my journal, and I’m unsure of how any of it was screaming read me.” You planted your chin on the palm of your hand and stared across at him. Your voice didn’t falter in even the slightest as you spoke. Instead, you let your eyes do the expressing for you.

“A mysterious notebook, sitting right beside the chair with a bright green bookmark? I was sitting here for three hours. Ignoring the book is a lot to expect of me.”

You just rolled your eyes in response and turned back to your notebook, jotting down a couple quotes off the top of your head in a font with swirls that took up just one line each.

As you began writing out the next quote, Lin’s voice was breaking through your thoughts yet again. “I was looking for a name to return it to when I opened the journal.”

You let out a soft chuckle under your breath and pinched the bridge of your nose, slowly turning your head to face the man. “I don’t care why you looked in the journal, Lin-Manuel. In fact, I don’t care at all. Quite frankly, the writing you responded with was exquisite and truly moving.”

He was about to do a celebratory dance in his seat when you shot him a glare and continued. “However, you were still snooping, were you not? You’re still not forgiven and I’m still rather unhappy with you. I’m afraid you can’t write your way out of this one.”

It took you a minute to place the expression, but you quickly realized that a look of amusement had spread across Lin’s face as you spoke and that just pushed your buttons even farther. This time, you were the one being cut off.

“You’re pretty cute when you’re flustered and angry like that. I never caught your name, what was it again?”

Was this man actually flirting with you during an infusion? You just shook your head. “You didn’t catch my name because I never shared it.”

“You know, we’re stuck here for three hours together. We might as well get along.”

Though you knew Lin was right, you wanted to keep your cold front up to stay guarded. After all, he was a cute, age appropriate guy hitting on you. If you let your guard down even for a second, you would be entrapped in his spell within a minute, just like how the Sirens took their victims in Greek Mythology.

“What are you here for?” You finally decided to give in just a little bit, propping a leg up on your seat.

Over the sudden beeping of both of your IV machines, Lin gave his reply. “Remicade infusions. What about you?”

You stuck your right arm out as the nurse wrapped a blood pressure cuff around it, peeking between the nurse and the man beside you. “Remicade as well. Crohn’s can be a real bitch, can’t it?”

This had Lin laughing out loud while both of you had your blood pressure checked, trying your best to stay still for an accurate reading. “You got that right. The things we do for remission.” He shook his head with a chuckle.

“Remission still feels just out of reach,” you admitted, running your fingers through your hair slowly. “The side effects are kicking my ass though.”

“Oh yeah? What side effects are you having?”

“Fatigue for sure, which is my biggest complaint. From the moment the medicine stops, I’m exhausted. Sometimes that lasts for an entire week. My joints usually get pretty stiff and sore, even though the docs say I have no signs of arthritis.”

For the next few hours, you and Lin were chatting up a storm about random subjects from Broadway to politics and before you knew it, the entire infusion process was coming to an end for both of you.

Making sure not to leave your journal this time, you gathered your things and headed out the door with Lin by your side, shoving your hands into your pockets. “Those three hours were a bit more tolerable with you around,” you conceded to the fact he had been bugging you about for the last several hours.

His immediate reaction was to do a small victory dance that had your warm laughter filling the outside air while you watched curiously, attempting to be as non-judgemental as possible. But that was hard with his ridiculous dance moves in the middle of a parking lot.

“You’re absolutely fucking ridiculous. Get home safe.”

“I will. You do the same and I’ll see you in six weeks.”

Before leaving, you grabbed a sheet of neatly folded paper from your back pocket and scribbled down your cell number and first name, double checking that it had your writing response on it. You passed the paper over to Lin with a warm smile and promptly turned away to your car.

“Y/N…” He let the name sit on his lips for just a few moments, watching you walk away with a cheesy grin.

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