#she looks so grown up and mature im getting a bit emotional here

[aurorangen]

Your entire family has made a difference in the world! It’s time for you to make your own mark. You decide to take your ambition to the big city, San Myshuno. But first, you need connections and want an education. You meet your crush and a lot of other interesting people at university. You major in History but change to Psychology after learning of the disappearance of someone who means a lot to you. After graduating with a degree, you join the Detective career in San Myshuno. With your connections, you are hoping to find and reunite with them again...but that's easier said than done isn't it?

When you see Renee, all seems well with her life. She has top grades, supportive friends, loving parents - it's evident to say her life is perfect. However, beneath everything hides a troubled girl. Pressure with academics, insecurity about her love life, a difficult relationship with her brother...

Renee is determined to chase all her troubles away and start fresh in the big city. She's going to study history (which she loves) and she'll definitely meet with new people: then all her problems should be solved, shouldn't they? But mystery never escapes from Renee. From encountering the supernatural to having an uncle who works as a detective, what else is there? No, who else is there?

[beetlelands]

im just gonna post some of these back to back bc why not. this draft is from october 2019 and is aptly titled “ruh roh ghost lad." but this is the one where beej gets stuck as a ghost in the maitland-deetz house

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With a poof, Beetlejuice was on the roof of the Maitland-Deetz house. He groaned, opening his eyes. “Where am I?” He questioned quietly, looking around the area. He was quick to recognize his destination. “Wait what no, how did I get here? God/Satan please send me back,” he muttered to himself. He tried his best to teleport himself away, but he couldn’t go anywhere. He tried to fly away but ended up on Saturn so he was quick to fly back to the roof.

Beetlejuice sunk down to his knees, begging to god/satan- or perhaps the person who sent him there in the first place.

“Dammit!” he shouted in frustration, slamming his hand down on the tiling of the roof.

He heard the window begin to rattle as it was being opened. Muttering a string of curses to himself, Beetlejuice teleported himself to the other side of the roof, hiding. He heard the familiar voice of Barbara Maitland say “I told you there’s nothing out here honey, stop being so paranoid.” With that the window shut once more.

Beetlejuice sighed, slumping down the side of the chimney. He was trapped in the plane of the Maitland/Deetz house. The place he was killed- not that he was still salty about that or anything. He refused to believe he was a simple ghost. He was still a demon- he had to be- maybe he was just trapped.

That’s when an idea struck him- he needed to see Lydia. If she said his name three times, he could return to the living plane like before. Sure, it might be hard to get her to say his name, but the two of them were BFFFFs forever. She had to help him, it was his only choice. He needed to get out of there and Lydia was his ticket home.

Begrudgingly, Beetlejuice floated down to Lydia’s room. The blinds were closed, so he knocked on the window. When she opened the blinds, he was out of sight. He phased through the wall and took a seat at the end of the bed. Beetlejuice watched as the girl narrowed her eyes, peering out the window. “Must’ve been a bird,” she shrugged before turning around to see none other than Lawrence Beetlejuice Shoggoth.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Oh c’mon Lyds, I know you missed me.” Beetlejuice teased, but the girl merely rolled her eyes, giving him a stern look. “Fine, I missed you- no okay even I didn’t believe that.”

She couldn’t help but smile a little at that, “You love me, don’t try to deny it.” The demon pretended to throw up, which caused Lydia to laugh but she was quick to stop herself. She regained the same serious tone she had earlier, “You know my family isn’t going to want you here.”

“But do you?” He asked, earning a confused look in return. “Lydia, do you want me to leave?”

“I don’t know, Beej. If I say, yes will you go?” The teen asked playfully.

“Nope! But get this- I won’t leave, because I can’t.”

“Wait what?” Lydia’s smug expression fell.

“I am trapped here just like dear old Adam and Barbara. You may wonder ‘how?’ and to that I say- I don't know! But I have an idea on how I might be able to leave, and that involves you, scarecrow. I need you to say my name three times and maybe, just maybe, I can get out of here.”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“Well then, we just have to test it to find out.”

“Beetlejuice,” the demon clenched his fists in anticipation. “Beetlejuice,” he closed his eyes, preparing himself. “Beetlejuice,” Lydia finished off, watching intently to see what would happen.

The bio-exorcist stayed quiet for a little bit before opening one eye to examine if anything had happened. Groaning, he opened his other eye. “I don’t feel any different.” He tried using his demonic powers but nothing happened, well there were a bit of sparks (which caused Lydia to giggle a little at his failure). He tried teleporting but that was to no avail. “I don’t have my demon powers. I’m… not a demon.” Lydia was understandably shocked. For as long as she knew Beetlejuice he was a demon, she couldn’t even picture him as anything else. “I’m a ghost, Lydia! A fucking ghost!” He shouted angrily, slamming his fist down on her bed post. She shushed him, causing him to take a few deep breaths, “Okay, sorry, sorry. Gotta keep quiet so the fam doesn’t find me, I know.”

Lydia scrunched her nose in disgust at the word ‘fam’ but knew that wasn’t nearly as important as what Beetlejuice just revealed about himself. “How can you no longer be a demon? Is that even possible? And you said you’re trapped here? In that case, it doesn’t matter if you’re quiet or not. It’s not like you can hide forever. Plus, maybe Adam and Barbara can help get you back to normal. Is there a way to get you back to normal? What if-”

The ex-demon placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, causing her to look up at him. “I’ll be honest with you, I zoned out until you said Adam.”

The girl pushed his hand off her shoulder, “This is serious Beej. What if you’re trapped here forever like the Maitlands?”

“Then I’m trapped here forever with the Maitlands” he smirked.

Lydia scoffed, rolling her eyes. “There’s gotta be some reason you’re like this, and there has to be some way to get you back to the way you were.” Beetlejuice nodded in agreement. “First step to figuring this all out is to let everyone know what’s happening.”

She motioned for him to follow her. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Nope but it’s all we got.” She shrugged and he copied the action.

Beetlejuice put his hand on the door before she could open it. “Okay but what if we prank them?”

“You know I’m always down to spook my family, but they’re not gonna be happy that you’re here to begin with. So we should take things easy, don’t overwhelm them, y’know?” He groaned and muttered complaints under his breath as he moved his hand from the door.

Lydia led Beetlejuice downstairs. No one was in the living room, so she loudly screamed for a family meeting.

Charles bolted into the room, Delia excitedly following him. The Maitlands sank down from the ceiling, clearly stressed by the teen’s yelling.

“I can’t believe you called a family meeting, Lydia!” Delia said cheerfully, not noticing the ex-demon standing behind Lydia.

“Get away from her” Charles commanded, glaring angrily at Beetlejuice. Sure, they didn’t leave off on a bad foot, but he was not going to let history repeat itself. Delia flinched at his shouting before seeing who he was talking to.

“Oh c’mon, Chuck. Aren’t you happy to see your son-in-law?” Beej teased, earning death glares from all of the adults in the room. “Too soon?” He asked, feigning innocence. Lydia laughed at the inappropriate joke. “See this guy gets it” Beetlejuice smiled, nudging the teen.

Delia placed a hand on Charles’ arm, a silent plea for him to remain calm. Adam placed his arm out in front of Barbara. She looked to him and he shook his head. With a sigh, she backed down, holding onto her husband’s hand for her emotional stability.

“Beetlejuice is trapped here as a ghost like Barbara and Adam.” Lydia states, breaking the tension in the room. Confusion was plastered on the adults’ features.

“How?” Adam asked slowly, hesitantly.

“Good question, really good question. However, we don’t have a really good answer.” Beetlejuice verbally danced around the answer.

“What does that mean?” Charles furrowed his eyebrows.

“He doesn’t know how this all happened.” The teen clarified with a shrug. “I thought that maybe my resident ghost parents could help us figure out what happened to him.”

Barbara narrowed her eyes at the ex-demon, not buying his act. Adam, however, smiled softly and said, “Of course we’ll help, Lydia.”

“If you’re staying here, we’re gonna need to lay down some ground rules.” Charles stated, eyes locked on Beetlejuice.

He met his eyes with an almost wicked smile, “Of course, Chuck.”

Lydia groaned dramatically, “it’s not like he can do much. He’s a ghost now, not a demon.”

“Ghosts need boundaries too” Barbara retorted.

“I think the most obvious rule is that you cannot marry Lydia again.” Delia said, earning nods from the adults in the room.

Beetlejuice groaned, “how many times do I have to say that it was a green card thing!?! Even I’m not creepy enough to actually try to marry Lydia. She’s like 3!”

“I’m almost 16, Beej.” She rolled her eyes.

“Exactly you’re 3. Now quiet down tot, the grown ups are talking.” He teased. She stuck her tongue out at him and he stuck his out at her.

“You’re not one to talk about age Beetlejuice. You may be extremely old, but you’re less mature than Lydia.” Charles spoke snidely. Both the ex-demon and his daughter seemed offended by the statement.

“Rule number two: no pranks.” Adam spoke up, trying to change the subject.

“What? That’s not fair!” Beej protested at the same time Lydia asked “Have you met us?”

“The last time you two pulled pranks, you scared people to the point that the passed out!” Barbara explained.

“Just because a couple of cowards couldn’t take a scare, doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t be able to prank. Plus, That Beautiful Sound was a whole bop and our dance sequence was phenomenal.” Beetlejuice said defensively. Everyone except for Lydia gave him a confused look.

“Please don’t take away our pranks! We’ll tone them down, I promise.” Lydia bartered, giving both sets of parents puppy dog eyes.

Adam cracked first, then Delia, then Barbara. Charles didn’t crack until, with a frown, she muttered a quiet “please dad.”

“Okay fine. Rule number two is no big pranks. Just try not to do anything that will put yourself or others into harm’s way.” Charles amended.

“Rule three: don’t physically harass us, Beetlejuice.” Barbara said, crossing her arms sternly.

“Define physically harass…” BJ said furrowing his brows.

“Don’t grope or touch either of us inappropriately, don’t kiss us, and don’t make inappropriate jokes at our expense. I’m not just gonna take it this time.” Barbara said. Maitlands 2.0!

“Fair enough, Babs. But don’t pretend you didn’t like it.” He joked, earning the most terrifying look from Barbara. “Okay okay sorry, I was just kidding.”

Adam lightly rubbed his thumb in circles on Barbara’s hand, causing her to relax and saving Beetlejuice from her wrath.

“Rule four: no lashing out. In this house we try to maintain a calming aura, all matters can be solved through (calm) communication.” Delia smiled. Beetlejuice resisted to roll his eyes.

“I’d say the final rule is to not go into anyone’s bedroom unless you’re invited in. Snooping or just disturbing the peace is highly frowned upon, so just watch yourself. If any more rules are to be added in the future, you are expected to follow them as well.” Charles concluded.

“As you wish, Chuckles.” Beej said with a posh accent, bowing dramatically. Lydia giggled at his antics, but as usual, she was the only one to appreciate his jokes.

“We will leave you to figure out how all of this happened.” Delia stated with a soft smile, she lead Charles out of the room, and motioning for Lydia to follow. Hesitantly, she did. She mouthed to BJ that she’d be back in a bit.

“I don’t believe you.” Barbara said as soon as she heard the door down the hall close.

“What? What’s there to not believe? Wouldn’t you think I’d prefer to leave than stay somewhere where I’m clearly not wanted?”

“Well you weren’t exactly wanted the first time-“ Adam started, but was cut off by the ex-demon.

“I was selfish then. Goal oriented, if you will. I just wanted to be alive! But I’ve been down that track and seems like life just wasn’t meant for me. But here we are now, and I’m trapped with my killers.”

“Lydia is the one who stabbed you with bad art.” Adam stayed matter-of-factly.

“But you convinced me I was wanted. You kissed me.” He accused Adam. “And you flirted with me.” He pointed at Barbara. “You played to my senses to emotionally manipulate me! And you think I’m here by choice?”

Barbara frowned. He had left so confidently. There didn’t seem to be any hard feelings. But here they were. “Beetlejuice, I believe that you’re stuck here. I just meant that I didn’t believe you were telling the whole truth. But I’m sorry for what we did, we just wanted what was best for Lydia and that seemed like the only option.”

Beej took a breath, remembering Delia’s dumb rule. “What do you mean by you don’t believe I’m telling the whole truth?”

“You have to know how you got here.” Barbara said.

“Okay yeah fair enough. I’m pretty sure I know how and why I’m here but not how I can leave.”

“Wh- it was just that easy?” Adam asked. “All Barbara had to do was call you out?”

“The netherworld is full of paperwork

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and again, an abrupt ending! because past me sucked <3

[alicemitch09writes]

someone said song recs for outsider looking in? say less! i found that this song is givin very outsider looking in type of vibe. and it helps that the lyrics are also a bit, what can i say... fitting? it’s a very soft, languid song that makes you feel.

“all this is not a coincidence, i know it just because, just by my feeling. the world is different from yesterday; it is so just because, just with your joy” / “ever since the universe was first created, everything has been destined. just let me love, let me love you”

a couple years down the road after he ran away and abandoned all hope; he was suddenly face to face with his first love. the person who made his heart grow, as much as it aches. and immediately, he saw how in those couple of years, time seem to only made his first love better. stronger. even more compelling. from a casually cool and collected facade to this. now, she’s openly smiling, gracing the world with an amazing spark on her eye. and god, the universe must be mocking him, really. cos no matter how much he wanted to destroy his feelings, he can’t help but think that maybe, even if it’s just a very minuscule maybe, this is their time now.

“when you called me, i became your flower”

i just adored the sentiment for this line, it reminds me of how soft rin is to reader. if you’re interested to know the meaning behind it, you can find it here.

“as if we have been waiting, we bloom painfully beautifully. perhaps it’s the providence of the universe, it just had to be like this (you know, i know). you’re me, i’m you” / “just let me love you”

did someone say growth? because that’s what they did; like flowers, they have both delicately blossomed beautifully but in the most painstaking way imaginable. but they both did it. as if they were always destined to find each other when they have both grown to be more mature and more open in terms of their heart.

“the universe has moved for us, there wasn’t anything even slightly out of place. our happiness has been destined. cause you love me, and i love you” / “you’re my penicillin, that saved me” / “i am your calico cat that came to meet you. (love me now, touch me now)”

and when they did open their hearts, after long, they both found the solace they both needed, from each other. and oh, how the two of them can confidently say how utterly glad they are to choose each other. because he is hers as much as she is his. and suna, the whipped man that he is, feels like he’s on cloud nine whenever she’s just within his vicinity. with how much her presence alone could mellow with the brooding storm that resides in his soul.

“now please be by my side, please be us. i don’t wanna let go, no. we can just leave it to date. we can feel it even if we don’t talk.” / “the stars are hanging in the sky, and we are flying. it’s not a dream at all. don’t be afraid and hold my hand, now we are becoming us. let me love you”

as suna said, being with reader was a dream that he did not want to wake up from; that being with her made him feel like he was lucid dreaming— from standing next to her, talking to her, holding her, kissing her— where he even has his eyes half-lidded open, to that that wasn’t a dream, and most importantly, nights and days where he made her his. because when emotions run high and he can’t put his desires and devotion into words; touch connects the both of them and takes them on a feverish, dizzying high. and true to his thoughts; truly, there was no better feeling in the world.

“as much as my heart flutters, i’m afraid because destiny keeps getting jealous of us. as much scared as you are. i, too, am scared. (when you see me, when you touch me)”

evidently, in this fic, we are shown of the vulnerabilities of suna rintarou. who, despite loving with his entire heart, is living in the shadow of his own insecurities as well as the past. especially when he got reminded of the long history between his first love and her own first love. when he was faced with atsumu’s longing, wistful gaze and the soft, adoring look he sends first love’s way. then, even four years down the road of a beautifully yet carefully and delicately built relationship, he was still so, so terrified of her seeing him in his darkest times.

“my angel, my world”

because in his eyes, reader is truly his saving grace. from the way her presence alone could ease the darkest shadows in his mind to the way that she chose to stay even when he slowly pushed her away. and true to his very own thoughts, despite having the power to do whatever she wanted to him; all she ever did was love him.

[disclaimer: none of this was proofread and since outsider looking in was only 16k words, i pretty much have the fic semi-memorised, though, not word for word so if i gave in context where it doesn’t 100% match in the fic itself, then im sorry hdjdhdjd but i think if you know the part, you’ll still get it? hopefully.... and also, i just typed this down like... freestyle. this is completely unplanned and unprepared so um if it doesn’t convey my feelings well, im sorry haha. also, if there are mistakes, close ur eyes. no there isn’t <333 anywaysss yup that’s it]

Ummm, I hope you know that this ask was sent to me 19 times, and I think there's some more on the way.

But thanks so much for the song and your essay to explain it, it's amazingly profound! I'll try to check it out when I have time :3

[archer3-13]

FEH Villains Ranked

from best to worst, excluding book 4 cause its still ongoing

lif: genuinely surprised me by being an alfonse with pathos. well he started book 3 as a kinda generic number 2 type, the revelation of his identity as alfonse (though rather obvious at that point) as well as his goal of essentially destroying other worlds as a penance to restore his own is both suitably threatening and tragic. Creating that sense of pathos i mentioned that works so well for him, especially when hes shown to still be a kind person at heart thats been pushed into such horrific actions because of the devastation he had to endure. Especially when you consider that hes carrying the weapon that could kill hel with him which, although kinda lazy that he just has it, is a) a hel of a lot less contrived then anything book 2 pulled off and b) further deepens that sense of pathos when we consider that not only is it a memento of ‘player san’ and presumably everyone else hes lost but that it can also represent, in a way, a symbol of his own failure of will and bowing the knee to hel. Him prioritizing his own happiness and fulfillment in the form of hel resurrecting his world over the good of the ‘fe multiverse’. Point being, its a complexity of character that I honestly wish we got to see more of, and one I really wasn’t expecting from fe heroes given its track record. you’ll see what i mean down the road.

hel: well not terribly complex in motivation, she basically just wants to kill everything to increase her own power, she gets points for a strong presentation and utilization within the story book 3 creates. The limitations on her insta death power being kinda silly aside, though gustavs gambit to circumvent that i honestly really like more so then alfonses rules lawyering, the overhanging presence she has in the lives of book 3′s characters works really well and the pressure to defeat her because of her effectively endless legions works better as an overhanging threat anyways. When I say presentation though I mean more so in how her words, actions, and motivation intersect because well her words on the face of it have the usual villain posturing, her motivation and actions (such as her relation to eir and her generals, and the world she rules over and created) creates an interesting intersection where one can argue that her posturing words are empty of any true feeling. Shes cold and lifeless like the dead she rules and the world she creates, those around her are simply tools to an end but hardly in a cackling manner and more so in the unthinking manner one treats a toothpick. she gets angry or shocked but even then its in a muted manner, almost performing the emotions rather then truly feeling them. Hel lives in an unchanging world, a stillness brought on by the finality of death, and in a way one can argue that its her unspoken desire to spread that stillness, that perfect unchanging world she controls, to every world. Like lif, its a degree of complexity that I wish we got to see more of, especially in her case, and its something i honestly wasnt expecting from heroes.

helbindi: solely because the man goes through a lot of shit, and is an effective portrayal of a sympathetic villain. Hes effectively a camus if a camus was foul mouthed and more thuggish and that works for him, and is rather endearing in its own way when he acts concerned for his little sister and does the ‘im a thug who hugs kittens when no ones looking’ routine which i like when its done well. point being, he could have been a generic thug but hes a lot more interesting for not being one. However, his general pointlessness to the story, aside from giving us an indication that shock of shocks surtrs a shitty king and an excuse to escort ylgir around places who also does jack shit in the story... heroes is always going to suffer from having to compress its story telling but that fact they waste so much time with helbindi and ylgir and hrud when so much of what they do is either unnecessary to the story or themes present in book 2 or could have been given to other characters and make those characters better for it... helbindi gets to be up here for sympathy points and favoritism, but i am stretching here for ya mate.

thrasir: stronger character wise then helbindi, an interesting relation to lif of enemies turned into close friends over a shared trauma and servitude, plays into some of the same strengths of hel and lif that make them so engaging, yadda, yadda, yadda. So why is she below helbindi? because she doesnt get to do anything, and only starts to get interesting right before her death. If she had been given a bigger role comparable to lif, or just more time to stew in her own motivations she’d easily surpass helbindi. its also not helped that thrasirs own desire to resurrect her brother is similar to veronicas pre established selfishness, which isnt as strong a contrast as lifs selfishness and guilt against alfonses character. Her relation to lif does hint at a stronger sense of kidness and morality instilled within her because of that relation, which is interesting and would make a strong contrast against veronica, but again we get like five seconds of it before shes killed off and then a little more of it again at the end. Deserved more time on screen then she got, and would have probably been number 2 here if she had gotten it. 

veronica: bratty child becomes evil sorcerer emperor, more at 11. I like the concept of veronica, its something fes never really touched on much aside from maybe a little bit with julius with his more childish antics. Veronica however cranks that up a lot more, shes impatient and gets bored easily, she wants more friends but in a selfish ‘friend is someone who does everything I want right?’ way, shes emblas ruler and she has the emotional maturity of an evil 10 year old and i just kinda like it. Especially since she tempers it with an air of sophistication and intelligence, much like the classic evil sorcerers fe loves to utilize in villain roles, and it helps balance out the bratty child from being too annoying in the villain role. It helps lend a sense of her trying to present herself as a grown up for the respect and authority that brings, well simultaneously maintain all the perks of being a kid who gets everything she wants. It’s a shame then that the narrative keeps sidelining her, either by focusing on other villains, her god damn brother getting in the fucking way, or with the overhanging implications of magic dragon possession being the root cause of her behavior. I can forgive the magic dragon possession though since that is an fe staple and could works towards more interesting character aspects rather then undercutting her. Regardless, she sure is great when things are actually about her, and i really wish things would get back to being about her.

Laegjarn: solely here because she loves her sister, shes rather flat as a character otherwise. It would have been one thing if she displayed a sense of brutality instilled in her by a childhood being raised by surtr, only dropping the shell when it came to her sister and reigning herself in for the sake of that one familial bond she treasures... instead shes just kinda nice and loves her sister, and yet still works for surtr for some fucking reason. @agoddamn and @ezralahm mention an aspect of learned helplessness to xanders character in fates that people tend to gloss over (heaven knows why, cause its fairly in your face even in the english translation), and that should be something that comes across in laegjarn, but its doesnt really. not as much as it should anyways. Another victim of book 2′s pointless writing.

loki: evil sexy lady with big boobies and a one leg cutout tights pants thing. heres someone who can transform into anyone, and yet she never really does anything with it. oh she does ‘things’, just not things that have much point to them, or really feel like they fit into some larger scheme. she’d be right at home as a recurring villain in an episodic story, coming up with some inane scheme for todays episode that gets foiled and she gets sent ‘blasting off again’. I dont necessarily hate the sexy seductress character, the noire bombshells and the like, they can be fun when done well. loki just doesnt do it well, coming off as more grating and annoying then tempting honestly, and as a villain she lacks anykind of actual menace. My feelings on her are similar to my feelings on aversa honestly, heres someone who should be so cool and threatening, a real menace to the heroes using their skills and abilities behind the scenes to move threats against the heroes, never taking to the field unless they can benefit from it and have an assured chance of victory or safety... but then they never actually do anything, as any of the actions possibly attributable to them either happen offscreen or probably would have happened without them doing anything. Loki and aversa could have stayed home twiddling their thumbs and nothing would change, and thats the real shame about them. Doesn’t help they aren’t particularly fun or entertaining as villains either due to lackluster writing.

surtr: garon 2.0, but with even less complexity. Well garon may have been a blatantly evil prick, he at least had backstory that provoked some degree of complexity and even sympathy, both to him and those hurt by his evil dragon possession personality change. Surtr lacks even that, acting more like a petty thug given way to much power then an imposing ruler. He garon without the backstory complexity, and in a way hes walhart without the air of regality and charisma that helped elevate walhart from being god awful in his own right. And well it could have been interesting if the story made any attempts to comment on that or work it into a central story theme or flow of some sort, it doesnt really do that and instead treats him as if he has and indeed deserves the same credibility and impression walhart or garon or any of the other fire emblem emperor kings have left. But the game doesnt ever actually work for that with him. Hes the emeperor, so he automatically deserves respect as a villain. and thats... so typical of book 2′s writing.

laevatein: shes boring as sin, even with her relation to her sister and the tragedy of losing her. Like her sister, she would have benefited from an impression of learned helplessness but the game never really bothers with it. moving on because i can barely give a shit about her.

bruno: this mother fucker... an annoying detraction that overtakes veronicas spotlight and screentime, an excuse for alfonse wangst that never really lands, pointless and useless... the benefit of book 2 and 3 so far has been his reduced importance, but i fully expect him to come roaring back to steal veronicas position once the story shifts back to an area she should be the focus of. the only thing he has going for him is the sense of a camus struggling with dragon possession but thats more so used for alfonse wangst then it is for anything constructive. What do i mean by alfonse wangst? I mean angst that really serves no narrative purpose then for the sake of unnecessary melodrama, as opposed to informing us anything about the characters or themes of the story. he makes veronica look worse, his drama with alfonse is a waste of time, and he really provides nothing else then a recurring boss fight and get out of jail free card for the story. I’m putting him below laevatein because well i dont give much of a shit about her, she atleast doesnt actively annoy me and still had the potential for something. Bruno however? the story would be better off without him. So fuck him.

[cinnbar-bun]

RFA + V+ Saeran Acting As a Guardian to Teenage! MC

A/n: Have some headcanons to soothe the pain I just caused

Under the cut since it’s a long one! MC is about 16 in this one!

Also: might include some spoilers!!!

Yoosung

Finally, he wasn’t the youngest anymore! 

He was so excited to meet you and honestly he was all sunshine and rainbows as he talked about how you were like a little sibling to him

So gushing and doting, he’s more of an older sibling than a parental figure, but he still does it so well

Always brags to his guildmates he has the best sibling ever, and he will fight (and lose horribly) to anyone who tries to say otherwise

Very concerned over you since you’re so young and caught up in the RFA’s mishaps. 

So proud of anything you do, even getting out of bed makes him cheer for you

Always cooks for you, anything you want, he’ll make for you. 

He won’t admit it until he’s at his worst- when the depression and the grief from losing Rika really gets to him- but he looks up to you. He kinda gets jealous of how young and talented you are (even if you don’t think so), and wishes to become better so you have someone actually worthwhile to look up to (in his mind). 

He doesn’t seem to think that you like him, he still assumes he’s a bit of a nuisance and someone else could be better. You however, love him a lot and value his presence in your life. You don’t think you would’ve been as motivated without his help!

Sometimes he can get a bit irresponsible and you need to drag his butt to bed so he doesn’t game so much. 

Taking care of you has been a roller coaster for both of you, but he still feels a lot better since you’re here. He has cut down on his bad habits and has slowly grown from his past issues. 

If you talk about how you’re going on a date, he’ll cry. 

“Waaaaaahhhhhh!!! How are you going on dates before I am????” 

He’s supportive though, and makes sure your date actually cares for you. Probably the only one on this list you don’t have to worry about when saying you’re seeing someone

Zen

Okay so the first moment you met him on the messenger, you flipped out. 

“ZEN??? AS IN THE ZEN???? JDSFJNAJGNLSJN OH MY GOD CAN YOU STEP ON ME?????”

Jaehee also feels you but outwardly tells you to relax

He goes full on dad mode. He immediately checks himself and everyone else, anything above a ‘g’ rating and he’s flipping out. No more flirting, no more swearing, no more smoking, he’s gotta be a father figure somehow.

Once he cools down, he finds that his paternal instincts come naturally. He is very easy to talk to and is easily your biggest supporter. He wants you to feel confident in yourself and see that he’s got your back no matter what happens, something he didn’t have growing up. 

If you say you wanna act or join theater (especially if it’s because of him) he’ll just cry. He’ll sob about how his ‘child’ is the most precious thing in the world. 

He’s a straight up PTA dad afterwards, always going to your school when he can and checking up on you. 

All the mothers and teachers try to hit on him but he ignores them because his shining little star is there

He goes to all of your shows, all of your concerts, ANYTHING that involves potentially watching you do something, he is there in a second. 

After anything, whether you give a speech or a finished a performance, he’s there with a large bouquet of flowers. He’s so proud of you and he feels so enthusiastic about you. 

His narcissism drops about 200% because now he’s focused on you. His phone is full of pictures of you and your accomplishments, and after anything he makes sure to say it in the RFA messenger. 

He’s really easy to have a heart to heart with because you’re his precious little angel and he’s just as (if not more) emotional as you. 

HOWEVER!!! DO NOT!! I REPEAT!!! DO NOT MENTION DATING!!! THIS MAN WILL GO WALK UP TO WHOEVER YOU LIKE/DATING AND WILL GO INTO A FISTFIGHT WITH THEM. 

He screams when you mention guys- ‘MEN ARE WOLVES!! THEY ARE HORRIBLE!! THEY ARE DISGUSTING DO NOT EVER DATE!! YOU ARENT ALLOWED TO DATE UNTIL IM DEAD AND YOURE 80!!’

Jumin

So, let’s cut to the chase, you REEALLy liked the fact Jumin was rich. 

“Wow, so I DON’T have to starve everyday???” 

Jumin is...not the most emotional at first. He is just getting used to having to take care of you so it will be a while before he opens up. 

Jumin is great for when you want to rant or need to blow off steam. He doesn’t say anything and just listens to you. However, it’s horrible when you want emotional/physical comfort. 

He tries, he really does, but since he grew up so detached with his emotions he immediately thinks you’re dramatic. It isn’t until Jaehee (and perhaps Zen too) step in and say how he can’t keep brushing off your feelings 

So, he decides to try even harder and understand the enigma that is a teenage mind. 

It’s difficult as shit

After a while, he begins to learn all your cues and patterns, and understands what you want when you need it. He can read you like an open book now and knows when he should give you space or step in and comfort you. 

He’s actually really good at it 

He is always pampering you to the extreme. You watch tv and muse, “cool... there’s a new video game out.” and forget moments later, he immediately walks in with over a hundred games and pre-ordered, deluxe gold editions of them. 

He is the prime example of a father figure at this point, and all your friends get jealous.

He only gives you the best and will settle for nothing less. You are practically his own child at this point and like HELL is he gonna give you anything he discerns as not worthy. 

He likes taking you out for nice strolls after you beg ask for you two to hang out. You always get excited at seeing a simple cafe or mannequin with a cute outfit, and he wonders at how nice it must be to be so innocent

Plenty of outlets had contacted him about you, but he makes sure your privacy is secure. He doesn’t want anyone taking advantage of you or getting too personal

But they do manage to capture snippets of you two walking, and some misunderstandings have occurred due to it

“Jumin Han is dating a minor!” 

“Jumin Han has child after affair with mistress!” 

He gets fed up with the rumors and explains right away that you are NOT his lover, and you are NOT his actual child. He lies and says you were the child of a good friend of his, because explaining what actually happened would be weird

He is one of the worst when you say you’re dating someone. He will hound his security guards to watch EVERYTHING you to do, and he WILL have 707 do a background check on whoever you are going out with. 

“What are they doing?” “Uhhh...they’re eating.” “What about now?” “Still eating sir.” “Are his hands visible?” “Yes sir, he’s using them to eat a burger.” “B-burger? Where are they at?!” “McDonald’s sir...” “What kind of lousy date is this, why did (Y/n) accept this, does he think he’s good enough for my child with his peasant lifestyle???” “Sir...they’re 16????” 

All in all, he’s trying to be a good father figure and guardian that he never really had growing up. But he’s so prideful at seeing how much you mature, and even though he’s blunt sometimes, he hopes you understand he loves you a lot. 

He also tries dad jokes, but they’re so weird because obviously he rehearsed it and he says it so stoically that it makes it even funnies. 

Jaehee

Jaehee is a sweet woman, and she is like your best friend and mother rolled into one. 

She is so caring and considerate of your feelings, and is your number one supporter. 

She may seem kinda stand-offish, and kind of annoyed because she’s already incredibly busy now she has to take care of someone else and-

Whoops now she’s in the PTA and runs it like a damn boss. She is all over your studies and fights the faculty if she feels the school is not running in tip top shape. 

She gets exhausted a lot, as Jumin isn’t exactly the easiest boss to work for. 

It was kind of hard at first, sometimes she wouldn’t come home until way after midnight, and she’d see your body passed out on the couch with a note on the table about how you tried to make her dinner. 

Even though it wasn’t the best, knowing you tried so hard to stay up for her as well as cooking for her made the food taste even better than anything a five star restaurant could have made. 

So she tries to make it up to you in any way she can. She’ll pick you up your favorite movie or snack on her way home, or even little cute gifts that reminded her of you. 

She writes down any information she knows about you, and makes sure to write about your friends and teachers so she can keep up with you. 

She gushes about Zen a lot, and you were a fan too, so you both would binge watch his movies and clips of him. ANY piece of media involving Zen was devoured by you two. 

You two were constantly picking each other up and giving gifts, and when it was Jaehee’s birthday, you wrote her a letter about how much she meant to you and even got Zen to sign a poster for her! 

It was also the first time you called her ‘mom’, and even though the Zen poster is proudly hung up in her office, she can’t help but smile at how you called her that. 

She is a huge advocate of following your dreams. She does complain about how awful it is to work for Jumin sometimes, so she hopes to god you do something you love. 

You also convinced her to start her own cafe! You helped her as much as you could, and she was just...so ecstatic. 

Jaehee is easy to talk to, she is always prepared with good advice and comforting words. 

Probably the second easiest to talk to about dating. She is hesitant at first because one, you’re young and stupid, and two, she just doesn’t trust people. 

707/ Saeyoung

Okay, everyone in the RFA was hesitant to allow him to take care of you. They trusted him when it came to his work, but this was an actual human being. He could hardly take care of himself, how would he even take care of you???

Surprisingly, he’s an awesome guardian

A lot of them didn’t believe it at first and they were like ‘blink twice if he isn’t feeding you’ but you shrug and insist he’s great

He’s very nurturing and protective of you, and he sort of sees this as a second chance to make up for when he couldn’t help his brother. 

He’s really good in the fact that he’ll allow you your space to grow, but he will step in if you’re out of line or in trouble

Will NOT hesitate to ruin someone’s life if they dare hurt you. He’s got connections and the prowess and like hell is someone gonna make his child cry. 

Saeyoung is still as corny and crazy as he is in the chatroom, but in these instances with you, he means it a lot. He does anything he can to make you smile, even if it means he’d get hurt. 

He is a lot calmer though with you, and his parental instincts kick in a lot more. The RFA was shocked to see him actually change some of his poor quality of life skills as a means to be a better guardian to you. 

When he needs to go on a mission, he entrusts Jumin or Vanderwood to take care of you. 

He never tells you about those dangerous missions, he only says he’s going to be at a conference out of the country. 

He always makes sure to get you a souvenir or gift when he comes back from those trips. 

Joy rides in his cars!! He loves to take you to the beach or sightseeing whenever he can. 

He stills eats poorly, but it really makes him melt when you offer him some dinner you cooked for him. He started screaming and Yoosung (who was on the other end of the phone call) felt his ears bleed. 

He gets so excited for your cooking, like he stops his work just to take a bite of your grub. 

He hacks to get movies that weren’t even released to the public yet so you both could watch it on your downtime. He’s a hardcore softie though and you still have yet to see him shut up or not sob all over you as you two watch. 

“You’re getting snot on me!!!” “I’M sorry it’s just....oh my god how could this even happen??????” 

You accidentally called him ‘dad’ one time and he lost it. He was jumping for joy and hugging you in a death grip, screaming, “IM A FATHER!!!!!” 

Oh and he will definitely not pass up the opportunity to make some Star Wars references. 

You can’t hide anything from him. He tries to not be snoopy but holy shit you did not know just how far he’d go when it came to keeping tabs on you. 

By the time he was done he knew the name of your first grade crush, an incident where you kicked your own self, and how old you were when you got your first cavity. 

Likewise, he will already know if you’re crushing/dating someone. He’ll pretend he doesn’t know, but secretly do a background check. 

OKay so this definitely happened on your first date out with your crush, you two went out for milkshakes when your phone started sounding like Saeyoung’s voice. 

“HEY YOUNG MAN BOTH HANDS ON THE TABLE NOW!!!” 

You both started SCREAMING and had to be told to shut up by the staff because what the hell, your phone was talking! 

You screamed at him later on to mind his damn business

And god help whoever you were dating if they hurt you. 

This man will go ballistic and start hacking their things like a crazy psycho

“DONT WORRY, GOD SEVEN WILL FIX THIS!!!!” 

But seriously, this man adores you to the bottom of his heart. He’s made many mistakes in the past, but you will sure as hell not be another one of them. Anything you ask of him, he’ll gladly do!

V

V is a great guardian for those who don’t like pressure or stress. He’s so soothing and relaxing.

Hardly will ever raise his voice at you, and he practically never gets angry at you

He can’t see that well, but he seems to have a sixth sense that just makes him know where you are and when you are in danger. 

He likes taking you out to more scenic ventures, maybe even get you into photography as well!!

He has so many pictures of you, you are like his favorite subject

He even made an exhibit just based on you, and after that, he got a lot of calls about who you were. He made sure they know that you are basically his child

He feels incredibly guilty you had to go through this whole mess. He really wishes nothing bad would happen and you just didn’t have to get involved, but you always encourage him and say you don’t mind, you met him because of it!

He melts and cries a bit later on

If you call him ‘dad’ he gets so happy, like he finally feels like he actually did something right for once

But occasionally he doubts himself and can get kinda stand-offish in fear of how he might hurt you later on

He doesn’t make the same mistakes this time, and he makes sure you can get the help you need. He’s not gonna allow you to hurt yourself or others, and he won’t enable negative behaviors. 

He doesn’t talk about Rika to you. That was one of the worst moments in his life, and he thinks you’ll hate him because of it. 

You don’t- and he wonders what he did to deserve you

V is not an idiot. He may be partially blind but oh honey, he WILL know if you are dating someone. Don’t ask how, he does. 

He’s chill about it, but makes sure you understand what you are getting into. He’ll sit you down and start questioning you or your date’s intentions

It’s a side effect from his past with Rika, he doesn’t want you hurt, nor does he want you to hurt someone else. 

He makes you have clear and concise boundaries

He’ll let you do as you please, just please, for everything holy in this world, let him know where you are and be back before 10. 

If you get into a bad breakup he’s there to comfort you but also calls 707 to use his special skillset

I feel like V would use a lot of dad jokes. Like he doesn’t even know where it comes from and he’ll just say one, and 707 flips out.

Overall, just a calm dude who really loves you a lot. You’re allowed to grow and be your own person, but within some boundaries. He’ll stop at nothing to keep your smile. 

Unknown/ Saeran

Okay so... he feels weird. You’re a child. A damn child. 

He gets very conflicted because he gets flashbacks of how he was taken at a young age

He starts off as incredibly scary, staring you down to make you fear for your life, but you notice right away he’s become...softer

If anything, now he feels guilty. You were nice to him, even though he did all these things to you...

Saeran becomes a guard dog to you, watching over you like a hawk. 

As thanks, sometimes you would make him sweets

He loves them a lot, they’re now his favorite things

Pretty soon, a friendship begins to form, and then a feeling of guardianship over you. 

He’s noticeably a lot nicer and softer to you, he’ll be cussing out his brother in one moment but then if you ask him for something, he’ll stop and bend down to your level and answer you. 

Saeyoung finds this incredibly hilarious and nice

Saeran feels a lot better having you around. He feels a lot safer and happier, and knowing that you are safe and happy makes him even more excited. 

He likes gardens, so he takes you to them a lot, and he even decided to start one with you

On special days, or days when you are feeling down, he’ll get you a special bouquet of flowers with different meanings to cheer you up!

Baking is also a special hobby between you two. Sweets in general are where you two bond, so occasionally you two go out and try different sweet shops, cafes, or parlors. 

You two always rank your fave desserts and places

Do not, I repeat, do NOT tell him about/mention/ or even THINK of dating. He’ll probably beat the crap out of whoever you’re dating because, ‘they are not worth it’

Very strict and will throw hands with anyone checking you out- he’s like an angry dog 

Oh dear, if your date makes you sad or upset they will be dead. Saeran will take no shit if they made you frown, and they better start praying for their safety. 

You and Saeyoung have to hold him back before he murders your date

He still has his anxious moments where his past may catch up and he’ll freak out, but you are one of the few that can easily coax him out of it. He’d never hurt you at all

If you refer to him as ‘dad’ I think he might feel his heart flutter but also feel nervous...what if he becomes like his dad? What if he hurts you or can’t protect you? 

He’ll definitely teach you self-defense but Saeyoung will step in when he tries to teach you how to use a pistol because ‘SAERAN THEY’RE 16, DO NOT DO THAT!!!!’ 

He has his days when he’s more lax about you, but also has days when he’s breathing down your neck

It’ll take him a long time to be considered a ‘good’ guardian, please be patient, and gently let him know how he should improve. 

He’s not good at dealing with your emotions. All he knows how to do is punch whatever made you feel sad, but he quickly learns he can’t do that, and takes advice from all the RFA to help you. 

You can fight me but he probably has bought some guidebooks or pamphlets to try and learn to take care of you, and he’s LOST. 

“So to comfort them, I hug them...then ask how they’re feeling? Okay, but then it says they might want space? So how do I know? IT DOESN’T EVEN SAY WHEN! WHAT THE HELL? WHAT A WASTE OF MY DAMN MONEY!” He chucks it across the room before promptly picking it up and trying to read it again

He sees a lot of shows and tries to do stereotypical ‘family’ things, but quickly realizes that neither of you are enjoying it and he breathes a sigh of relief because holy hell that made him so uncomfortable. 

You both are pretty blunt with what you feel so you’re both on the same page, and try to work it accordingly. 

Okay on occasion he’s got you outfits that are similar to his so you both can match and he loves it so much

The most awkward dad jokes. EVER. You’ll be like, ‘hey I’m hungry’, and he’ll remember that he read on a parenting website that dad jokes make your connection stronger or something, so he’ll murmur, ‘hi hungry, I’m dad’. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry because he was in physical pain after saying that. 

You both got a lot to work on, but he tries. Really. And he’s so happy he met you, and he’ll make sure you grow up with a better childhood than he did. Nothing is too big or too small for him to do. 

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BTS Fanfic Recommendations

Ok, so I don’t know if it’s considered weird to hype up other people when you write fan fiction and basically turn the attention away from yourself but IDK because I’ve been dying to share all my favorite fanfics with you guys! I hope you enjoy this, most (if not all) of these will be on AO3! A few will be from here, here being Tumblr. I’m such a dork, omg don’t look at me! But read! Read these beauties and leave me be!!!!! 😂Also, I’ll be putting warnings beside the ones that have smut/BDSM/or anything else that’s weird. A lot of these will have smut because for a long time I was really insecure about writing smut so I tended to read books that advertised it in order to know what the hell I was actually writing.

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The Songbird and the Sea

Author — MissterMaia (follow her on Twitter she’s actually hilarious and I love her)

Pairing — Yoonmin, with side Namjin and Taekook.

Rating— Mature (there’s smut in this so tread carefully)

Description — In a world where dominance of the sea is an endless battle between pirates and mariners, Park Jimin is content living in his little village on a small, uninteresting island by the eastern mainland. He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly. But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East.

My thoughts — omg, where do I begin? God this book was so beautiful. The character development! The plot! The ROMANCE! AH! It was such a perfect work of art! I never felt bored like at all and normally I get bored pretty easy on long chaptered books like this! She’s also getting the book published! (With different character names obviously and it’s like super edited.) I don’t know what else to say other than GO READ THIS!!! SHE IS THE QUEEN OF YOONMIN!! YOU WONT BE DISAPPOINTED!!!

Hidden Omega

Author — LadyPrussia

Pairing — Namjoon Centric

Rating — Explicit (there’s smut in this so tread carefully)

Description — At 21 Namjoon still hasn't presented leaving him as a dud, with the BTS pack having their own issues and not treating him like a real member a tragic event forces Namjoon's body to present as an omega. Is it really too late for BTS to win Namjoon's heart? Or will one of the 4 other packs steal it instead? Or maybe a darkhorse will appear.

My Thoughts — this book is great! Not only is it super long (over eighty chapters) and still being updated, but the character development is super refreshing. Forewarning though, the author has said that there is a good chance Namjoon won’t end up in the Bangtan Pack but a different one, and originally that made me upset, but with the way she painted the story I actually don’t care what Pack he ends up with; their all beautiful and it’s an amazing book! Lots of drama and angst for you angst lovers out there!

No Spell can Cure Shyness

Author — MissterMaia (seriously — I love her)

Pairing — Yoonmin, mentioned Namjin, Side Taekook

Rating — teens and up

Description — Yoongi really doesn’t expect the witchboy who sent him an accidental text to be the prettiest boy he's ever seen in all his life. Or the nicest. Or the kindest. Or just the best in every possible way. Painfully shy and (un)smooth as he is, Yoongi decides the best way to approach this Jimin person is in the form of a cat. A cat who can't talk. Great plan, Yoongi.

My Thoughts — The FLUFF!!! I can’t even begin to describe how much I love this book! All of this woman’s works are masterpieces that need to be appreciated! Yoongi is so shy it’s hilarious and he has the most extra reactions to like everything — and and I LOVE!!! YOU need to read it! Stop whatever your doing and go read it!

Saltation

Author — momora

Pairing — Yoonmin, side Taekook, and Namjin

Rating — explicit (there’s smut in this so tread carefully)

Description — Jimin had grown up watching his mother sort the point-oh-one percent beta defaults into the alpha-omega communities, but that doesn't make being a part of the statistic much easier. He'd be doing okay at this new omega thing if that watchful alpha Min Yoongi could stay out of the situation. He just wants to settle into his new life and finish his useless degree already. Instead, all hell breaks loose.

My Thoughts — This book is the one of the best a/b/o fics I have ever read in my entire life! Alpha’s and Omega’s live separate from Beta’s due to different instincts and Jimin was born in the beta community but presented as an omega. And it’s really funny because He keeps slipping up and doing/saying things that leave everyone else kind of like (0.0) The writing is fantastic! The characters are absolutely riveting as is the plot and the AUTHOR KEEPS TEADING ME ON TWITTER ABOUT HER NEXT UPDATE AND HOLY HELL IM BREAKING DOWN OVER HERE!!!

Jammed

Author — minverse

Pairing — Vmin, side Yoonseok, maybe Namjin?

Rating — explicit (there’s smut in this so tread carefully)

Description —The rational part of Jimin's brain screams at him to remember what his mother said about strangers and vans. But the rational part of his brain is no match for really bad whiskey and Kim Taehyung. ((au where Jimin gets stuck on the interstate in the middle of a blizzard and Taehyung lives in a van))

My Thoughts — this book! *wheezes from laughter* is so funny! Jimin is trying to make it to Yoongi and Hoseok’s wedding (which he is kind of dreading because Hoseok is trying to set him up with his own best man) and he gets stuck in a blizzard and boom there’s Taehyung! A renowned author that decided to live in his van and travel the world while writing his new book. This book was so funny you guys! I was dying, there was a smut scene and it was pretty great. The whole book was phenomenal and I loved it so much. Because I have literally no self control I’m gonna add a sneak peak.

NU ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin

Author — decompositionbooks

Pairing — Jikook

Rating — explicit (there’s smut in this so tread carefully.)

Description — The world didn't think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin's handbook on dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.

My Thoughts — this book was so good! Omega’s are really rare and Jimin is so against the stereotypes put on omega’s and he is CONVINCED that Jungkook thinks of him as a tiny child that needs protection and he’s such a little ball of rage and god it’s so funny and he’s so sarcastic and furious that he’s being forced into this cutesy image (that he refuses to admit he likes) and it’s so cute and hilarious.

In Your Eyes

Author — TrappingLighteningBugs

Pairing — Jikook

Rating — Explicit (there’s smut and light dim/sub in this so tread carefully)

Description — On nights where everything seems against him, Jimin wishes he could take Jungkook down a few pegs.

My Thoughts — I originally read this because I was trying to expand my view on what a dom!Jimin would look like for my Bunny Breath book but I actually really liked this a lot. The characterization was good, it wasn’t like most smut oneshots where the characters go at with like literally no push and seems to be mildly dubious consent. This was well thought out and I enjoyed reading it.

A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Author — blimpish

Pairing — Junghope

Rating — Explicit (there’s smut so tread carefully)

Description — When Jeongguk decides it's time to live out his fantasy of being knotted, he determines that Hoseok is the best (read: least awful) candidate for the job.

My Thoughts — I read this book because I’m a hoe for Junghope. But it’s really good! I remember feeling mildly dubious about it until I got to this really funny scene when Jungkook (a beta) asks Jimin (an omega)if he knows any alpha’s that wouldn’t be weirded out bu having sex with a beta and Jimin’s just like “I know three but your not gonna like it.” And after that it’s a hilarious conversation of them deciding which of their friends would be the least cringe worthy for Jungkook to sleep with. Jimin admits that Hoseok is great and it goes from there. BUT THERE IS A PLOT LINE!!! ITS NOT JUST SMUT!!

Unfamiliars

Author— themarmalade

Pairing — Yoonseok (my library is mostly Yoonseok.)

Rating — Mature (I can’t remember if there’s smut and it’s a long book so I don’t want to go read through all of it. Fuck I totally will but that’s beside the point. Read the tags when you click on the link.)

Description — Hoseok rescues a kitty in a summer storm. Thanks to some weird magic, Yoongi is that kitty. In a tiny apartment full of plants and moonlight, a simple, aching happiness blooms. But with what Jungkook knows, how long can the happiness last?

My Thoughts — this is so cute! Yoongi is just minding his own business when he accidentally steps into a warlocks spell pentagram and gets turned into a cat by Jin, he positively freaks the fuck out runs away, gets picked up by Hobi and things go from there. It’s so cute and soft and ima go read it BYE!!!!

Bad at Love

Author — shooky__bear

Pairing — Yoonseok with side Namjin.

Rating — Explicit (there is smut and definite don/sub so tread carefully.)

Description —Yoongi was pretty sure he was straight. Pretty sure (And not remotely interested in love or Jung Hoseok.) Alternatively ; that fic where yoon thinks he's straight and he's a bit of a slut and keeps fucking girls tho he likes hoseok and seoks a Patient Loving Gay who waits and Supports yoon through his Gay Crisis.

My Thoughts — this book is full of so much emotion and general truth. I love it so much, I cried several times when reading and admittedly geared up at the end. Hoseok was so sweet and patient and he had to literally teach Yoongi that it was ok to trust him and crap now I’m crying.

Take Me to the Edge

Author — Nasobem

Pairing — Yoonseok

Rating — Explicit (there is smut and Don/sub undertones so tread carefully)

Description —Yoongi takes a pointed step backwards and glares at "Hobi". "What the fuck kind of name is that," he says, "and don't touch me." Namjoon makes a funny noise. Yoongi ignores it for the sake of eviscerating "Hobi" with his stare. It seems to be weirdly ineffective. Or Yoongi is hired to work Tech Support and Security for Jung Corp and it'd honestly be pretty chill if it wasn't for this one obnoxiously handsome dude whose life mission it seems to be to bother Yoongi until he breaks.

My Thoughts— I love this book. Yoongi is such an angry little bean and Hoseok literally just wants to make him happy — the Maknae Line are little shits but what’s new there? This whole book is amazing. I wish I could find a good Vmin/Vhope/Minjoon/Sugakookie book like this. *cries*

Our Burned Bridges

Author — tendershipping (nothing about her ships are tender! *sobs*)

Pairing — Vminkook (she’s the Vmin queen)

Rating — Mature (no smut but brutal themes so tread carefully)

Description —Agent Jeon Jeongguk is given a cover story and assigned to guard amnesiac Kim Taehyung. (Taehyung has nightmares most nights after he wakes, at first. He screams and cries names Jeongguk doesn’t recognize, always one in particular—Jimin.)

My Thoughts— I’m, I’m so EMOTIONAL!!! I read it and was a literal mess halfway through and IT JUST GOT MORE DARK and *chokes* Vmin we’re MARRIED and enter Jimin who seems so bitter and mean and sarcastic but he’s really just broken and angry about things and — go read this. It has a happy ending to so win win.

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I have been so active tonight shit. Idk why. You know what. I’ma wait till tomorrow to upload this.

Is it tomorrow? It’s tomorrow. Have fun with this wonderful list of my FAVORITE FANFICS (only the Songbird and The Sea is my favorite lol)

[cookinguptales]

So this came up on Twitter yesterday and I thought I’d post about it on Tumblr today. Frankly speaking, I’ve got a lot of young followers and this is some truth I wish someone had taught me when I was a lot younger because I would’ve gone through a lot less stress.

I know we’re all starved for outside validation on this site, but I wanna talk to you about when compliments are used by creeps. Now, you probably know about negging (when someone uses a backhanded compliment on you to make you feel bad about yourself, often in order to pick you up more easily — i.e. “you’re really pretty for a fat girl”), creepy sexualized comments on the street, etc. But I’m talking about really nice compliments about your work or your personality or your drive. Even the sweetest compliment can be used as a weapon.

(All this is going to be a pretty gendered discussion; I in no way want to say that only guys can be creeps and only women have been socialized in the ways I’m about to discuss, but, well. Let’s all be real here, there are definite patterns.)

Discussion under a cut for length and possible triggers

I don’t want to get into a lot of my own painful personal experiences with creepy guys, but I do have to bring up some examples from my own life, so I’ll use one particular guy as a case study. Let’s call him Dick. (Look, I never claimed to be mature.) I’ve had these experiences with guys IRL, but Dick was a guy I met online. At first, Dick was my friend. He clearly had a bit of a crush, but seemed to accept it when I said I wasn’t interested. It was nice having a bud who shared my interests and I knew he had some issues with socializing, so at first I was pretty patient with his problems with boundaries. But by the time my longstanding friendship with Dick ended, he had become a full-blown stalker — and my friends were on his side.

How did this happen? Well, my friends, it’s the art of the public compliment. Dick was All About Me. He loved me. He treated me right. He praised me for my mind and my heart, and he didn’t care who heard him do it. Or so I thought. It took a long time for me to realize it, but he cared very much who heard it. That was exactly why he said it. To be heard.

Over time, I started to become more and more uncomfortable with Dick’s attentions. He wanted to talk about me more than he did the media we’d bonded over. He kept talking about how our (respective) children would grow up together, and would maybe fall in love. (???) He told me that he’d gone to a place I often vacation at — and he’d looked around for tangible traces of me. Long story short, Dick had become pretty creepy.

But, like many women, my first instinct in this situation was to be nice. I wanted to go to him privately and have a polite conversation about all this. And, to his credit, he seemed truly and honestly repentant. Until he did it again. It became a pattern of me trying to establish boundaries and Dick stomping all over them. Finally, despite feeling guilty, I told him he was really upsetting me and I wanted him to leave me alone for a while.

This is when the second creepy pattern emerged. The compliment trap. When I told him to stop contacting me, he didn’t…technically. He didn’t talk to me. He talked about me. He publicly talked about what a great person I was. How smart. How kind. How forgiving. He said it to my friends. He said it to people I respected. And he tagged me.

Now, this looked nice on the outside. He was just complimenting a woman he respects! How nice! But on my side of things, it felt like a trap. All of my friends were waiting for me to acknowledge these compliments. The situation left me with three choices: thank him (in a demure, polite way befitting a modest woman, ofc) and be forced to interact with a man I’d told to leave me alone,  ignore him and look like a stuck up bitch, or say publicly that he’s a creep — which would make me look like I was “hysterical”. (See: rape culture, women “overreacting”, punishing men who “just want to be nice”, etc.)

Left with this choice, I chose option #1. I chose option #1 a bunch of times. Because this would become a pattern. I’d tell him to stop contacting me, he’d do this public complimenting game, I’d feel like I had to interact with him — and worse, I’d question my own feelings of fear. I’d say “Well, look how nice he’s being. Maybe he’s just awkward. He clearly likes me. He doesn’t want to hurt me. Maybe I really was overreacting.” And I’d talk to him again. Until he’d ask me for my address for a Christmas card or something.

And I didn’t realize for a really long time that he wasn’t being nice! This behavior! It was not nice! It was deeply emotionally manipulative! He’d put this horrible emotional onus on me to forgive and forgive and forgive, steadily gaslighting me into forgetting how scared I’d been until I blamed myself for being so quick to react… and let him back into my life. Because this was all public. All our “fighting” happened in private. All those times I begged him to just ease up a little were privy to only the two of us. All our friends, all my support system, only saw a nice boy with a crush praising a girl he liked and her refusing to give him the time of day.

Guess what happened when I finally put my foot down and stopped engaging when he did this? Oh boy. Oh boy. He started sending me literally dozens of messages a day, sometimes over a hundred. Have you ever had a person sending you @s on tumblr and twitter, private messages on tumblr and twitter, public and private messages on Facebook, emails, LJ messages, IMs on two different clients, and forum messages? Every single goddamn day? Dozens of times? Have you ever had a guy start showing interest in something you know he never liked before — just so he can “coincidentally” run into you on every community you’ve ever joined?

Honestly, I was so stressed. In tears all the time. My school work was suffering. No matter how many times I tried to tell him to stop, to avoid him, etc., he just kept going. I told him that we were done. No more forgiveness. I wanted absolutely zero contact — and I wanted him to never mention me on social media again. I didn’t want him to @ me. I didn’t want him to say my name. I didn’t want him to make thinly veiled sad posts about me. Zero contact. If he did that, I wouldn’t block him on every single platform and tell everyone we knew.

Yeah, I was dumb. I still wanted to be nice and polite. He’d been my friend, y’know? I didn’t want to ruin his life. I just wanted him to stop ruining mine. Even then, I didn’t understand how manipulative he’d been. I still believed he was just kind of awkward, and that I was probably the dick for being unable to deal with it. After all, I’d been friends with him, right? I’d encouraged him, right? It’d felt good to have someone like me so much, right?

(Yeah, until it didn’t.)

I almost got out this time, though. He almost made it. Sure, he “accidentally” replied to my posts every few weeks. (Somehow I didn’t put together that even though I’d unfollowed him, he clearly hadn’t unfollowed me. I guess I just thought that he’d kept seeing my posts when our mutual friends replied to them.) I felt pretty good. In fact, I was at a point where I felt almost silly for being upset in the first place. And then our mutual friends started asking me why we weren’t talking as much. He’d liked me so much. We’d had such good conversations. They talked about maybe reconnecting with him. After all, they’d only ever seen him being nice.

And god help me, I said okay. I figured he must have grown! Learned his lesson! Nah, that fucker was back to sending me tons of messages, talking to my friends (who did not know him), inserting himself in conversations I was having with others, making plans for the children I never wanted to have, etc.

I finally blocked him. E v e r y w h e r e. And I felt so fucking relieved that I was actually angry with myself for not doing it earlier. This man had harassed me for years, and I’d been the one to feel guilty over it.

Still private, I contacted our mutual friends and told them very briefly that he’d been harassing me and I was cutting off contact. I asked them to support me. Some people did.

A lot of people didn’t.

They’d only seen his public face. They’d only seen the avalanche of love and compliments. He hadn’t known better!! He just didn’t know how to express his feelings!! Next thing I knew, they were forwarding messages from him to me. Even after I’d blocked the fucker, he was still using compliments and romantic gestures to get to me! Through the people I’d trusted!

I’d finally had enough and was very public about this man who’d harassed me. I told people everything I’d been putting up with. I aired all our dirty laundry that I’d tried so hard to keep politely private. And some people believed me.

But a lot of people didn’t.

(This, coincidentally, is why I don’t answer tumblr asks privately anymore, not unless the person specifically asks me to and they haven’t been creepy at all. I had another guy pull this on me and I found myself in this same position again and all I had was private harassment. So no more of that! Public contact all the way.)

But Sarah, you say, isn’t this an isolated incident? Why are you making this huge tumblr post about one guy? Well, number one, it wasn’t one guy. This happened to me several times before I recognized that this wasn’t one man — this was a pattern of behavior that many men share. Number two, it speaks to wider issues that I’d like to address.

Media pushes this idea that if a girl is mad at you, you just have to work hard to be romantic and win her back. Piss her off? Hold up a boom box outside her window! Romantic, right? No, bruh, you’re lurking outside a girl’s bedroom window when she said she doesn’t be around you. She’s terrified and you’re being a creep. This isn’t gonna win her back. It’s just going to tell her you don’t know how to respect her boundaries.

Women are socialized to be nice even when they’re scared. We’re supposed to ignore the alarm bells in our head because it’s not socially acceptable to pull away. When we are complimented, we are supposed to acknowledge it graciously. When someone likes us, we are supposed to like them back. If we draw strong boundaries and enforce them, we often face strong social consequences. I’m here to tell you that every one of those consequences is worth it to help you feel safe.

Hell, I’ll reiterate it. It’s okay to be a bitch. Don’t sacrifice your mental and emotional well being for someone else’s. Women are supposed to be self-sacrificial, too… but you don’t have to be. A truly good person wouldn’t want you to be.

A PERSON WHO REALLY LIKES AND RESPECTS YOU WILL NOT WANT YOU TO FEEL UNSAFE AROUND THEM. IF THEY’RE OKAY WITH YOU BEING SCARED OF THEM, THIS IS A DEEPLY UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP.

Compliments are not always kind!! You do not always need to be grateful for them! Even nice compliments, ones that are more “you have beautiful writing” vs “nice tits”, can be utilized to emotionally manipulate you and those around you. If a compliment is making you uncomfortable because of the context in which it’s given, you do not need to even acknowledge it. It doesn’t make you stuck up or a bitch. Compliments are supposed to build you up and make you feel good, y’know? If it’s hurting you, it’s still a shitty compliment and that’s on them.

We’re taught that it’s best to be discreet. Naw, man. Be as public as possible, especially if someone’s giving you weird vibes. Keep things on the public record. Like, don’t be an asshole or anything, don’t publicize private information, but you don’t have to keep your conflict in the dark away from prying eyes. That’s only going to benefit the person hurting you… because there will be no established pattern of behavior. Establish establish establish.

Finally, and perhaps most importantly, no one is owed your attentions. It doesn’t matter if they like you. It doesn’t matter if they do nice things for you. It doesn’t matter if there’s social pressure to acknowledge them and/or their efforts. It doesn’t matter if they do every single thing right. If you don’t want to interact with someone, you don’t have to. It doesn’t matter if they just give you vague creep vibes — or if you just plain don’t like them! No one is owed your attentions! Never feel trapped into interacting with people because they make you feel guilty!

(And for that matter, never let someone make you uncomfortable because “they’re just socially awkward”. You can be sympathetic towards someone’s social issues without letting them make you feel unsafe. Believe me, I’ve fallen into this one so many times.)

Anyway, tl;dr? Live bitch is better than dead sweetheart. Don’t fall for the compliment trap. Tell him to fuck off. If friends try to act as intermediary between you and someone you cut out of your life, they’re trash. Tell them to fuck off, too. You have my blessing.

[stateofgrace-acoustic]

Taylor and Me

with reputation out and me loving it so much, i keep getting really nostalgic and astonished by how long i’ve been a fan of taylor’s and al the things she has accompanied me through. so i felt like posting a little reflection thing, feel free to ignore totally :D

like a lot of people Love Story was the first song of hers I heard. i was on the bus home with one of my friends and she let me listen to it. i was so young back then, oh my god. (like 12?) i think i found it catchy, but didn’t think much about it afterwards until two people had a presentation on taylor in music class. (we were all supposed to introduce our favorite artists). they played some more songs from fearless, and i can’t recall exactly what my reaction was but i know i wanted the album. i asked the presentation people if i could borrow it, and i remember looking through the booklet thinking how beautiful it was. i think even back then when i was so young i sort of intuitively understood what an amazing songwriter taylor was and how much work and effort she puts into everything she does.

fearless was for me very much an escapism record. i listened to it to enter this realm of magic and fairytales and dancing in the rain that was so far away from my everyday life and issues. i could never really apply her love songs to my life in a direct way, but i still felt like they were relatable for me, in a more abstract way - the feeling that came with them, a sort of freedom and passion, was how i felt in my happiest moments, when i didn’t feel inhibited by fear and doubt as i often did. and her nostalgic and sad moments i could relate to my own nostalgia as well. 

my mom bought me the fanbook for christmas, and that’s when i started being interested in taylor as a person as well., and how she sort of became my role model. i read about her childhood and the way she tried to achieve her dream so hard until she succeeeded. about how she wasn’t afraid to put herself out there, to open herself up completely in her songs. i admired how she put kindness above all else, how in touch she was with her fans, but also how intelligent she was and how all of her decisions in her career were her own, how she didn’t let anyone else take control over what her life or ‘image’ to the public should be. all of those things and values i took to heart and tried to live them in my own life as much as possible. looking back now i couldn’t be happier with my choice of a role model. taylor helped guide me through some years that were difficult, as they are for pretty much every teenager i guess. ‘fearless is living in spite of the things that scare you to death’ was the motto i needed so much in my life, because i was very much defined and trapped by my fears in my teenage years - of social interaction, of taking risks, of failure.. taylor’s music was something i could always turn back to to give me strength.

i remember when speak now was announced, i was excited out of my mind. i wrote the tracklist down onto my computer and kept looking at it. i loved all the released singles so much and listened to them for days on end. i painted 13s onto my hands and danced around the living room. that is one of the main things that comes to my mind when i think of happy teenage memories: this image of me dancing to a taylor swift song. 

speak now was an album that completely blew me away. i loved every single track from the first listen. it is still so incredible to me how she wrote that album completely by herself at 19; how talented she is with lyrics and melodies that completely fit together. i had some fan account back then on twitter and didnt shut up about taylor ever. 

around that time, my parents and i were planning this huge vacation in Calfornia that would turn out to be one of my best - perhaps THE best experience of my teenage years, and we figured out that a the time we wanted to go, the Speak Now tour was in LA. my parents agreed to get tickets because they knew how much it meant to me, and also because they were lowkey fans themselves:D you can’t imagine how happy i was. it was my first concert ever, and the fact that i got to experience it in that huuuge location with so so many other people, it was like a dream. i was pretty far away from the stage at the side, but it was perfect for me - i think the huge crowd would have overwhelmed me. i was completely enthralled by the huge setup, the stage aesthetics, the costume changes, just how big and well planned it all was. i ended up thinking all concerts were like this, but i remember my dad saying that artists usually don’t talk that much during concerts. but taylor told the stories behind her songs, universal experiences that people could relate to, inspirational messages she wanted to get out to her fans. she really cared so much about connecting with all of us. when she was in the love story cage thing flying around the arena she even waved in the direction of our seating area even though we were so far up! 

my favorite song from speak now was always long live, and i had desperately wanted her to play the song for the entire night. i loved all the rest, obviously, but i was telling myself not to be disappointed if it would be cut out. but then, almost at the end, she did play it! you can imagine small!me standing there almost crying quietly singing along in a state of absolute happiness. the memory makes me tear up right now ahhh, it was such an amazing moment. 

then came up the red era, and i remember staying up til super late to watch the announcement of the new album. the thing is...to make it short, red simply came too early for me. i was not ready, and not being able to fully comprehend and appreciate, the emotional maturity and sheer genius of the red album. i did not really like wanegbt at first. when red came out i did listen to it a lot and like it, but like i said, i could not fully appreciate it. hearing the general fandom discussions i feel like a lot of people had a similar experience, because red was such a leap from speak now in terms of the tone of the writing. im also gonna be honest here, i was influenced by the negative portrayal of taylor in the media that kinda reached its first peak back then, and even though i didnt buy into what they said about her because i knew better, it still influenced me like subconsciously, you know? i was also a bit sceptical at her direction towards pop music. so overall, i became a bit distanced from taylor. i felt like i needed to ‘outgrow’ her. a lot of it also had to do with the fact that it was my Edgy Phase where i thought being normal was a bad thing and i wanted to be as Special and Grownup as possible. (i think everyone has that cringeworthy phase sometime in their life but i hate remembering it:D). 

but the thing is, i think i needed that kind of alienation to eventually realize that taylor had grown up just like i had, but that didn’t mean we had to grow apart. by the time 1989 was announced i had actually done a great leap in maturity and had outgrown this thing where you idealize celebrities, and was able to see taylor as a person, with flaws and insecurities like everyone else, and that this didnt diminish her incredible talent of what a kind and wonderful person she is. 

i was not the biggest fan of 1989 itself (multiple reasons; i still liked it though, just didnt love it), but paradoxically, I felt closer to taylor again during the new era than during red. i kinda missed the red era now and regretted that i wasnt more involved when it was there (i still do). but i loved taylor’s new attitude, i was glad she had found happiness in independence and relying on herself. i loved the cat videos and the polaroids and the voice memos that gave insight into the creation of the songs. also, blank space was my jam and still is. since that ive been a huge fan of this super smart move of hers of taking all the things people throw at her and embodying it ironically. iconic!!

so since i was a bit more involved again (though clearly not as much as in my early swiftie days) i wanted to see the 1989 tour, and did! throughout the show i realized how much had changed, but also everything - the important things - that stayed the same (her interactions with the fans, the speeches, etc.) and i had tons of fun. it was like a giant party with strangers - which is obviously a very different feel to speak now, but loved it :D

i was worried that taylor would go into hiatus after 1989 because she always talked about how it was her best work yet, and it broke so many records and won so many awards, that i thought she might be scared she couldnt top it, and taylor always wants to top herself. i ended up being right, though the hiatus was more about all the drama and accusations because people just cant stop being awful. they cant take the idea of a smart talented woman who also shows vulnerability. 

but ive been awaiting a new album all this time, because generally i thought taylor doing pop had so much potential, i just wasnt completely a fan of the general direction of 1989. however....i never would have imagined loving the album as much as i do. i wrote a separate review about it, but basically - i totally love how reputation is big and confident but also super up close, intimate and deep at the same time. it’s darker, but it’s a powerful and sensitive sort of dark at the same time, if that makes sense. i can totally vibe to the general mood of the album because i think i can relate it to how i feel about my life right now a lot. also loving how taylor has truly found a place of happiness and trust after having been let down by ...the world?...so harshly. i love the aesthetic of the magazines and the poems, just everything about this era.

so basically, this album has completely pulled me back again to stanning taylor, and i think it’s kinda beautiful how i’ve come ‘full circle’ and am now back to hyping her music again as i used to :) i connect some of my most life defining and most precious memories with taylor, and i am glad i somehow found back to her and her music as i start off my twenties. 

im looking forward to getting involved in the fandom again so much, and i can’t wait to see what the next year has in store for us all :’)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

instead of me making a post where i briefly rate btvs characters im gonna do a post im sure ive already made abt how in the first book alone its shown that narnia is an unreasonable twilight zone to deal with and the lore is wild and aslan is sort of a jerk and bad with dealing with children / dealing with the world he created; or: the battle of the reader vs cs lewis

ok first of all. this book completely wrongs edmund. cs lewis is determined to have us believe that he is a Bad Sort but? not so much that when he's "redeemed" we have to doubt for even a moment that he's now Good Forever. and the reasons the reader keeps being given about why we should be disgusted with edmund are incredibly weak and often bemusing

to start with, cs lewis hates boarding schools which is probably because they could be awful and so he throws out the reason that edmund used to be as nice and purehearted as his siblings until boarding school spoilt his immortal soul? were peter and susan taught at home or in public school then? if lewis was making a comment on how terrible boarding school is, why isnt edmund given any sympathy for this by the narrator or his siblings who just seem largely annoyed by him?

and since at the start the kids are being sent off from home in the middle of a world war their dad is off in and have to go to a boring house with an uncle? who for some reason never like, bothers to speak to them or see them ever. tf, dude. and theyre in england in the first place. anyhow, the fact that edmund being in a bad mood over this is supposed to be evidence of his crappiness is a touch unreasonable. he's like what, 8-11? so much of this book hinges on his character needing to be saved from his own badness that its sort of unforgivable that said badness really doesnt exist. hates his terrible school? hates his terrible situation? difficult? fights with siblings? how is this meant to be fit for A Just and Divine Damnation. why is there such a complete lack of sympathy. does lewis understand anything about children.

the answer is that "adults assuming these young as hell children have the same emotional maturity and logical processes and understanding of the world as adults" is a constant theme. these random schoolchildren become the supreme rulers of an entire country in a world theyve never been in after like, a week. the whole series runs on a fair number of other English Brand notions abt classism, racism, divine right to rule, etc. but even if it wasnt "only humans can lead", why would any children be allowed? children who had never been there? for gods sake

moving on to the plot: lucy finds narnia, etc. i guess on account of being Young and A Girl, which here means spiritual purity? and also as a character trope means Innocence. ok. meeting an exposition-providing faun, getting back, nobody believes her because why would they. their great(but not good) uncle bothers showing up upon coincidence. why hasnt he ever even said "hello, im not evil" to the kids staying at his house?for gods sake. he then explains to the kids a version of one of lewis's apologistic things that supposedly logically proves that christianity is valid and here proves that narnia is real, which it actually does neither of. shove it, clive staple lewis. your argument is crap

oh but edmund went to narnia along with lucy before that had happened. this is supposed to be a crucial point where he meets the white witch and is supposed to be like, dont be like edmund kids!! but frankly he behaves perfectly reasonably during that encounter and also when they all get to narnia. coz, ok, he's in an alternate universe alone which is disorienting for anyone. then the witch just happens to stumble across him. was he supposed to have prevented that somehow? lucy just stumbled across mr tumnus and trusted him inherently and it happened to go well. the first person edmund meets is someone else and he talks with her for a minute because she is a grown ass woman, probably gonna kill him otherwise, and also he's in an alternate universe alone with no idea where anyone is or if he can get back? here is a quick tangent:

a moral throughout the series is that you can sense somethings inherent goodness or truthfulness through how much it gives you a nice gut feeling. yet frankly this is not the only way to go about making choices. and not everything bad sets off alarms and not everything that sets off alarms is bad, so i dont know how much of a lesson that is. but for example, here the witch doesnt give edmund the warm fuzzies, and it is supposed to be a mistake or moral weakness on his part to not have.....what? gone running aimlessly through the arctic landscape in his jammies from a self-proclaimed queen with a sledge? he didnt really have any options here. how is he meant to know she's not really the ruler of this crap place that, so far as he knows, he lives in now? and ok, then somehow his big ol mistake is eating some damn candy and having some hot cider or whatever. it is eternal winter, why is this child a sinner for getting up out of the snow and humoring this lady by taking some offered snackaroos. also, everyone says turkish delight isnt even good. ask for some m&m's, ed!!! love yourself!! and even if he is supposed to know never to eat magical food or be bound to the fairy queen, lucy went and had tea with a fuckin faun so again, they basically did the same thing but edmund met the wrong person by sheer luck of it, so he has to die. LEWIS!!!!!!!

another big Edmund Must Die moment is when he and lucy get back from narnia and edmund lies that narnias fake, because he's evil. first of all, the fact that lucy tells him that some stranger she's buddies with says the white witch is evil and a liar. how is her stranger meant to be more reliable than the witch? this is just the word of two randos pitted together. how is edmund meant to understand this as Proof that the queen is evil and an imposter to the throne. frankly, she's functionally the actual queen, so its not even really a lie? narnia is impossible. secondly, it is 10000% understandable that edmund would realize that if he backs up lucy's claims then everyone is going to go looking for narnia, and in the experience he's just had, its a hellhole. and lucy has just told him that he possibly met an evil witch that is interested in also meeting his siblings? wouldnt be too thrilled about going back there then. and thirdly, if as lewis says he just lies because he is evil? does this man again not understand that Impulsive Pettiness is a bit different coming from a 9 yr old than a grown adult. the narrator is just so aghast at edmund constantly when its like dude he's.....not really doing anything, and also theyre all babies. let him be a bit of a little shit without the devil herself coming to claim his spilled blood for it, mayhaps

also, there is a bit of confusion about the fairy food! it is implied to be actually kind of magically binding, like to a degree he has to cooperate with the witch now because he took food he was offered? or at least it is somehow "corrupting." so how is this meant to be a sin if also it is not even his own choices here! how was he meant to have avoided this? dont take candy from strangers, sure. BUT IF YOU DO, YOU DESERVE WHAT YOU GET!!!

all the pevensies are in narnia, lucy lets it for everyone else remarkably fast, but i guess she is like 6 and having a nice time with her family in a magical land. although you'd think she'd be more concerned about all that witch stuff, and the fact that mr tumnus was about to straight up childnap her and deliver her to childmurder. like, good on you for not doing that. but how many people has he been selling out all this time! its literally been his job for however long. he's had to have had something to show for it. is morally greyness just arbitrarily sorted into black and white Good/Evil characters and these kids are supposed to sniff out which way these things fall? for gods sake. see, my point is that this adult faun who was going to turn a kindergartener in to be killed until he decided nah, and previously definitely probably narced on people in the past, is way crapper than a kid who has been grumpy and ran into the wrong person? what is edmunds Betrayal. was it the food eating

anyways, then peter is a total dick, but in like a noble way. in that he's mad at edmund for ages but like...again, ok, he's like 12-14 or whatever, who knows. the point is that if he can hold a grudge against his siblings for being annoying, why is that trait evil in edmund? it is because narrator lewis says so, damn him. but if peter is the Natural Born Leader of A Country here, you'd think he could at least manage not to keep giving a hard time to the one of their group who is going to be any trouble keeping in line at all, since lucy is Pure and susan gets the literature role of the Mini Mom. theyre not going anywhere. you basically had one job, pete.

fun fact: this is where they find out mr tumnus is taken by the queens evil forces, referred to as the police. this is basically the only book i can think of where the evil enforcement agency is called a police force. Interesting Stuff

even though im not sure what any of them think they can accomplish by wandering around, they end up following a random bird and following some random beavers. they know this is ok because of those warm fuzzies, and the fact edmund isnt feeling those good vibes is because he's evil, but honestly its a shit plan following some random bird and assuming some beavers are gonna be good guys. the only people edmund knows of in this country are an imposing queen and her kidnapper who's totally nice. also if tumnus told lucy that the queen has loads of spies, why are they crashing around inherently trusting the first things they see? lucy trusts a faun who was going to sell her to satan, edmund sort of has to trust an ominous lady who turns out to possibly be evil? why would he not find it a questionable idea to wander into this beaver dam

in further supposed evidence of edmund being all devil-corrupted by d&d, he doesnt get the warm fuzzies when these random beavers start talking abt a magic lion who's great and wandering around somewhere, you should totally go to him. but they have like, actually zero knowledge about this world beyond the differing accounts of those theyve happened to bump into? how would they know some lion who isnt even around ever is the rightful ruler of narnia, vs some lady who is actually around? she's got one up on aslan for that. where've you been, buddy. what took you an entire century. aslan SHOULD TOTALLY sound kind of crap because, uh, HE IS?

edmund goes off somehow without anyone noticing and the beavers are like oh yeah saw that one coming, that'll be the magic food. like??? you couldve said. or at least not let him sidle off out the door half an hour ago? for gods sake. and again: if this is magic food rules, why isnt the magical kit-kats the Great Traitor of All Of Narnia! how is the concept of sin fitting into all of this. again, edmund just ran into the wrong person. and lewis is just like no, see, but he deserves this because he is irritable and childish and mean. CHILDREN LEWIS!!! HAVE YOU HEARD OF THAT!!!

apparently edmund meanders all the way to the white witches place b/c all the time the entirety of narnia seems to be a couple of miles across or a few hundred miles, depending on whats convenient to the story. the moral of narnia's weird lore is that its only as consistent as cs lewis feels like making it, which is sometimes Completely Bewildering when he just sort of throws stuff out there but moves the narration right along. presumably he wasnt expecting this to operate on the rules that any of this would be regarded with any level of analysis, since tolkien was a contemporary and not a predecessor. but still, dude, get your story straight? especially within the same book.

and anyways also, again! the magic food rules come up. because that is meant to be edmunds motivation, besides just being petty. he is magically bound to the fig newtons. which is i guess meant to explain away him literally going the extra mile for this witch shit, but also still letting him be blamed for that, since he is being SUCH a jerk, see kids? dont act less than chipper at your terrible life unless you want to take your soul's rightful place as the devils property, moreso than literally anyone else in all of narnia? alright. this books plot points are just a bit like.......ok

the other kids definitely have no option but to trust their choice in "trust the first people we bump into." luckily its uh...its fine. but wtf

who is narnia santa!!!!! how can there be a dude based on a saint? does narnia have the concept of saints? is he a dead guy???? i can slightly accept that narnia has a christmas in that maybe that comes from the dude who was made king at its birth being a random english cabbie, i suppose maybe this guy was like "fuck it, its christmas and you're going to like it." but do narnians know what xmas is about at all??? canonly aslan is actually just also jesus in the england-world, but did the cabbie king know that? did he explain the concept of jesus? does monotheistic narnia also accept the concept of a separate god existing in another universe, or are they all also assuming aslan=jesus? but this isnt as confusing as the santa guy. is he like how there's wizards running around? this is so weird. what magic shit would edmund have got. wouldnt it have been nice or at least useful for santa to have given the other pevensies whatever he was going to have given edmund. does that boy also not get xmas presents because he is on the naughty list. bad month for edmund

speaking of edmund, he honestly sort of disappears from the book as soon as he has the realization that the witch is mean :( despite the plot of rest of the book being essentially centered around him? and him finally being in a position for the narration to stop talking about what a cruel cruel monster he is? ok

aslan is just a dick not only for leaving narnia on its own for ages but also just personality wise. rude to the children. they are all like "aslan our brother" and aslan is like "shut up about your brother already, i'll do something about it if i want to but if i dont want to he deserves whatever's coming to him." like? have a little patience for the reasonable questions and uncertainties of these kids, ffs

how is this massive climate shift not fucking shit up like, ecologically. does anyone own shorts at this point? how are plants alive. its magic

oh yeah, forgot that there was that bit in the white witches statue garden of death where edmund straight up thought this one lion he saw must be aslan. wasnt he also getting figurative cold feet until he saw that, also? again, in these circumstances, how was he meant to know that WASN'T aslan and that the witch wasnt the one who was right. shrug! but now another total coincidence is whats driving edmund to go say hey to the witch again instead of backing out of her creepy house. see you in hell ed

back to aslan........uhhh when a wolf attacks susan, who is like, dangling precariously from a branch in fear of her life, aslan orders the skilled warriors not to save susan asap, but instead to let this 13 yr old holding a sword for the first time mosey on over and have a one on one fight with this talking wolf. sure, aslan knows the situation is under control. but the people who dont know?? are these kids in mortal peril? aslan is such a dick. he shouldnt be putting these children in these positions of Leader Of My Army Now, Go Into Actual Combat. but thats just how he rolls. trial by fire, dweebs

oh yeah and since the chance happens to arrive he sends some people to go get edmund back. thanks for bothering to rescue a child! gods sake

then he has a nice long talk with edmund about never being annoyed with your siblings or theres literal hell to pay, i guess! whatever. at least he's paying attention to him for a moment instead of just handing him a sword and telling him not to complain. thanks? telling his siblings not to be dicks about it all is also very mature of him. and apparently necessary since again, cough, peter? getting mad at edmund for being petty and immature maybe shouldnt have involved sniping at him a ton and ignoring him to the point he just left for an hour before anyone was like, wasnt there more of you. lord. im just saying, maybe everyone needs to mature a bit before they are monarchs

psych!! these kids are ready for anything now

except for the bit where the witch comes and demand edmund's head, since...........................i guess she was trying to play the long con? by hoping aslan would do the ol switcheroo? or maybe she was just mad and wanting a good ritualistic murder. but despite the whole damn book being about this explanation of the crucifixion of jesus, it.........doesnt really make sense within the god damn Lore. she has claim to edmunds life because he is a Traitor? to whom? the witch straight up lied to him abt what she wanted to do with his siblings, so how was he meant to have betrayed them if he hadnt known what she intended to do? how can he betray someone if it was the fault of the Law Of The Magic Almond Joy? sure, he lied and snuck around and was pissy and all, but how is that on a level above any other number of stunts other narnians are sure to have pulled. she has narnian spies? arent they traitors? does she have to formally make the claim for the "i get to kill the traitor or narnia is destroyed b/c The Lore, Fuck You" for it to come into effect? is edmund just called a traitor for the strategy of it all, since the humans have to be alive to defeat her. but on what grounds

also, who agreed to give her that authority of traitor-killer? why does that role exist. what. whomst. lewis, explain this?

again like.....how are the children on their own for this bit, either. there is no sympathy for being children in lewisverse

ok and uhhhh? aslan leaving on the night before a battle w/o like....telling anyone? they wouldnt even have known he'd died if a dryad hadnt have been like "you'll never guess this shit." i guess omniscience or whatever. but for fucks sake, peter outranks everyone else in the army just because he's human? he doesn't know shit! you made him fight a wolf! whatever. why even put the humans in battle if you need them to live. whatever

susan and lucy of course have to witness this aslancide until they also witness this resurrection. cool. but the thing is that like? sure aslan couldve just flat out let edmund die, but besides the fact that theres the whole prophecy thing to mean that the kids need to live, but also, he was sort of backed into a corner re: having to die himself because of some technicality in narnia's rulebook? i get that this wasnt meant to be completely an allegory so much as just "gateway christianity drug" but wasnt the jesus bit supposed to be done just totally as a favor or whatever. aslan was sort of just strategizing as far as we know. like, is edmund representing The Sins Of All Humanity, or is he out here like "if jesus dying wouldve saved just one person it wouldve happened all the same"? either way, it makes it seem like aslan HAS to do this whole dying thing out of "so the world doesnt end" vs choosing to out of being cool abt it. i mean......not that uh jesus was supposed to have been psyched up abt his death. but you know what im getting at here. whatever, the Lore

again, the battle seems to be happening like, five miles from the witches house? coz everyone from the statues just makes the journey with aslan in one go. what are the scales here, lewis!!

aslan shows up in time to just kill the white witch himself, with his god lion teeth? how gross must that have been. also! he couldve done that at any time!!! but prophecy whatever sighhhhhhhh

its funny that lucy gets impatient with aslan for interrupting her moment of "can i make sure my brother isnt dead" and he gets impatient with her about that? shes in like preschool. also, you have healing powers!!!! so says uhhh.....the next book? or the one after. and anyone can use that magic elixer. and can you stop being so damn testy abt these childrens concerns for each other's lives!!!

theyre monarchs now, and aslan just fucks off. he couldve bothered to say goodbye, if people dont happen to see him meander off, how do they even know if he left or is just hanging around somewhere? seeing as he just snuck off overnight and died without letting anyone know. but more importantly he's again left this country entirely on its own save for these kids who know nothing except that they better be nice to each other or some random magical law might come into effect where someone gets to knock on their door and demand their kidneys or the world ends.

for real though! this is like, a country coming out of a crappy period and now in a wild transitional period and the only leaders are these kids who just showed up who have never been here before in their lives. how are they meant to manage a natl economy? its not mentioned here (is it) but theres an entire other racist-caricature-mashup of a country to the south already? how are they at diplomacy between two countries they know nothing abt. how will they form policies! they are 11! what tf is narnias infrastructure, beyond "sparse." where did the line to the throne go? was there always direct descendants to the first king in archenland, which by the way also exists with people in it b/c fuck you. i guess so...i forget where caspian comes from.

fun fact, when my sister and her friend went to disney world some yrs ago, they took a pic with a dude playing caspian a la the films, whom looked a lot like the actual actor, aka a total babe. its a great photo

anyways ummm. see the entire narnian govt just disappears? which i suppose they figure out when the four of them just leave and never come back. i suppose its lucky the narnians assumed it was magic and not regicide. because, if you live in narnia? fuck you. honestly what did they do in the aftermath. nobody nonhuman is even allowed to be a ruler. do they have like, other elevated positions? was there no regulation. coz thats alright but the series implies that narnia is always supposed to have a king around in order for things to go well. ok

so uh its govtless i guess until what, these people accidentally stumble upon a portal to narnia and become the telmarines who take over narnia? but not rightfully i guess, because even though theyre humans, they were probably insufficiently noble about it. or just not aslan-approved. honestly ok where tf did the calormenes come from? another portal? why did they restrict themselves to a certain region? why did narnia not encompass the entire world? why did you need to be white and english to be christian. i know this is a case of just introducing things that dont make sense but moving the story along before anyone asks questions but uh..........louie

Also How Tf Are These Kids Going From Grown Adult Monarchs To 10 Yr Old Schoolchildren In 1940s England Again over the course of like 10 seconds. before they left this clowns didnt even recognize the damn lantern! how do you forget that ever. ridiculous

where the "put in what you want and dont bother explaining it unles you feel like it" strategy is really fun is with that lantern, imo. on account of he just put it in as a Fuck You Buddy to tolkien, which is funny. good job

but really how are you not even going to devote a single sentence to that fucked up transition these kids? adults in kids bodies? kids with the memories of what it is like to have become and been adults until just a second ago? are going through. like...............ok. do they have to larp being normal children for a while. It's Magic, Fuck You

aslan is just.....kind of a jerk!

this book teaches you nothing

The Lore

the end

[mm-society-women]

Rfa+ kids: MC on a vacation

This was requested to me by an anon, a LONG time ago. Took me forever to write!

Yoosung

- The moment you told Yoosung you were leaving on an all girls trip, you could see the color drain from his eyes.

- “But.... But MC...” he got a little teary eyed.

- Don’t get me wrong. Yoosung wanted you to go on that trip. The boy wants you to be happy. He knows how hard you’ve been working. You really deserved that trip.

- “BUT THE BOYS !!!!” he screamed as he clutched the sides of his face, “I CAN’T HANDLE THOSE DEVILS!!”

- “Aww c’mon hon!!” you tried to cheer him up, “The boys aren’t so bad!! This is a good opportunity for you to get closer to them.”

- “THEY ARE ONLY NICE TO YOU, MC!! You don’t know what they’re capable of!!”

- “It’ll be fine hon,” you say as you kiss his forehead.

- The both of you had twins aged 6. They were such cute things when they were young. So shy and sweet. But it’s like one morning they just decided to become these naughty little things sucking the life force out of everyone.... Well except their mom, of course. They loved and respected their mum. But God knows how long that was going to last

- But everyone else from their teachers, to the neighbors and even their own dad had to face their shenanigans.

-They were cute little boys tho. With dark brown hair like their dad but none of his personality.

- The day you left, Yoosung was about to cry. You had to cheer him up a lil and reassure him that it was gonna be fine.

- “And boys, take good care of your dad, alright? Don’t trouble him too much.”

- “Yes mommy~~” they sang in unison with that sly grin on their faces.

- A chill went down Yoosung’s spine.

- You laugh and shut the door. The moment you shut the door the twins turned to each other and smiled.... that villainous big smile.

- Before Yoosung could catch them, they ran away.

- The game had just began.

- So it was just day 1. The boys had already tried to paint the windows with toothpaste, covered themselves in toilet paper and tried to walk over an egg without breaking it. They actually broke it

- When Yoosung forcefully carried them both to bed, they were kicking and screaming.

- He scolded them a lot. Threatened to revoke their tv privileges. They groaned and Yoosung stayed till they went to sleep.

- When Yoosung woke up the next morning it was already 9 am!!

- He had slept through the alarm.

- And he had to get the boys ready for school!!!

- When he got up, he was in for a shock.

- The boys were neatly dressed with their bag packs waiting for him.

- “Did you brush your teeth?” he asked.

- They did.

- “Did you guys finish your homework and arrange your books?”

- They did.

- Yoosung was growing more skeptical by the minute. They were being unusually sweet to him. They never complained about the food he made

- He dropped the boys off at school. And the boys gave him a goodbye kiss each??

- What was happening?

- It was like the calm before a storm.

- He was half expecting to get a phone call from school. He couldn’t concentrate on his work. Were his real boys abducted or something?

- When he picked up the boys from work, he was even more shocked. Their teacher told him that they behaved very well that day, answered all the question in class and got an A+ on their test??

- What was going on??

- When they got home, the boys wanted to talk to him.

- “So daddy, we’ve decided to be nice from now on!” the youngest exclaimed.

- “But,” the oldest continued, “We want to watch The Exorcist!”

- “WHAT?” Yoosung screamed, “There is no way Im letting you guys watch that movie. You’ll have nightmares for an entire week.”

- “Then I guess we’ll just clean the toilet with your tooth brush,” they sighed.

- “YOU DO WHAT?” he screamed

- “Relax daddy, we haven’t done it yet!! But who says we won’t?”

- This was emotional black mail.

-But the off was kinda tempting. An entire week of peace and calm for one horror movie?

- Yoosung finally gave in.

- “Al right,” he said, “If you’re good for this entire week I’ll let you watch the movie the day before you mum comes back.”

- The boys were so happy!! They were jumping with joy.

- For the entire week, the boys were such angels. Yoosung wanted this to last forever. And Yoosung was a super dad. He cooked, cleaned, washed the clothes and the dishes. 

- And the fated day finally arrived. All the three boys huddled around the tv and put the movie on.

- Usually the boys would be screaming and laughing but this time, they were really quiet. Yoosung couldn’t really see their expressions in the dark. The boys hadn’t stirred from their place.

- When the movie was finally over, Yoosung yawned and switched on the lights. 

- “Ok guys!! This is a secret between you and me. Don’t tell your mum! Lets go to sleep now so you can meet your mum early tomorrow.”

- The boys looked really pale and they seemed terrified.

- Yoosung chuckled .Must’ve horrified them.

- Well joke was on yoosung. The boys screamed in the middle of the night. Yoosung had a heart attack." He wasn;t able to find the lights.

- “WHAT IS IT??”

- “Daddy!!” they screamed as they caught his two hands, “There is a monster outside”

- “That’s a branch.”

- “What about that creepy man standing there?”

- “That’s your raincoat.”

- And then Yoosung had the most radical idea.

- “Guys.... just who’s hands are you holding? I’m right here,” he said.

- The boys started crying and they clung on to his legs, “DADDY JUST STOP!! WE’RE SCARED!!”

- Yoosung had a good laugh.

- The boys slept on your bed with Yoosung.

- They clung on to both his arms tightly while sleeping.

- When you came home, the next morning, you wanted to surprise the boys.

- You unlocked the door and got in. You searched for the boys in their room. You were a little worried when they were not there. But when you tried to call out for yoosung, you saw such a cute thing.

- All the three boys were curled up against each other, sleeping so peacefully,

- You didn’t have the heart to wake them up so you took lots of pictures instead.

- And you embarrassed the heck out of them by making it your Christmas card.

Zen 

-Zen has such a HUGE family. You have 4 daughters with him. 

- Since you were going on the trip, Zen had to take a week off from work. 

- You weren;t concerned about leaving the kids with Zen. He was super good at taking care of the house. 

- You eldest was 17, the second eldest was 10, third kid was around 9 and your youngest was just a baby. 

- The eldest was a smart ass. Really clever and sharp tongued. But she’s kind and loves her family to bits!

-The middle two were really mature and sweet. They were two peas in a pod.

- And then, there was the baby. Cute lil manipulative thing. Always got what she wanted. 

- All of them (including Zen and excluding the baby) , sat around the computer checked if the place you were going to was safe. They kept bugging you, asking you to be safe till you finally left.  

- Yours was such a noisy home

- After you left, it became noisier. 

- Dinner at your place was such a BIG deal. Even when you were there to cook.

- Zen wasn’t a bad cook and neither was he a good one. He didn’t burn his eggs but they weren’t that tasty either

- While he was cooking sometimes he’d cut or burn his fingers slightly. And the whole house would rally behind him.

- “IT’s not a big deal girls.. It doesn’t hurt.”

- “DAD IT’s BLEEDING.”

- “SOMEONE GET THE BANDAGE.”

- “YOU THERE!! GET THE OINTMENT.” 

- After that was done, Zen would just go back to his cooking. Mostly in tears cause he was so touched by their gesture

- If making dinner was a big deal, then eating dinner was a bigger one!

- The baby would start crying right about the time Zen lifts the fork off his plate. Zen would be armed with the bottle. The girls would just grab whatever was on the table. By the time Zen was done with feeding the baby and putting her to sleep, the girls would be half way through their meal. 

- The eldest would feel really bad for him. She pull out his chair and serve him his food.     

- Mornings, were even more hectic! There’d be a very long queue for the bathroom. Clothes and books thrown around everywhere. Lot’s of noise pollution!! 

- After the kids had left to school, Zen would tidy up the house and play with the baby. 

- After the girls were back, the eldest had a request for Zen. 

- “DAD! I;m going on a date tomorrow.”

- “A date?”

- “A date?” The girls asked excitedly 

- “A DATE?!” Zen screamed, “WHO IS HE? WHERE ARE YOU GOING? ”

- HE wanted to cry. His precious daughter was all grown up.

- “Don’t worry dad,” she kissed him on his forehead, “He’s a nice guy.”

- Zen was still skeptical. But his daughter was smart and he trusted her judgement. 

- The next day, the house was hectic as usual, but for all the different reasons.

- “DAD!! WHERE ARE MY HEELS?”

- “GURLS STOP PLAYIN WITH MUM’S LIPSTICK!”

- She was only half done, when the door bell rang. 

- “DAD COVER FOR ME,” she screamed. 

- Zen planned on scaring the boyfriend a little. 

- He opened the door. The guy wasn’t all that bad. But he still wanted to scare him.

- “Is you daughter here, Sir,” he inquired politely

- “You must be her boyfriend,” Zen frowned, “Bring her back in 3 hours or lets just say I know a thing or two about breaking legs.”

- This would’ve been such a terrifying experience normally. But Zen was standing there with a baby in one hand, a bottle in the next and two adorable lil girls clinging to his legs. 

- When the eldest finally came out with her beautiful black dress, Zen literally had tears in his eyes. 

- He took LOTS of pictures.

- “DAD!!” she screamed.

- “This is for you mum,” he explained, “Lets take one with all of us together!”

- And he shoved the camera to her boyfriend.

- “What are you waiting for,” he growled, “Take the damn picture.”

- The boyfriend chuckled. 

- After they had gone, Zen sent you the pictures!

- “I’M COMING HOME ASAP!” you replied.

- Zen chuckled. 

Jaehee

- You and jaehee have a son

- He was such a precious little thing with brown hair exactly like Jaehee’s.

- The two of you had adopted him as a baby. 

- When you first saw him in his crib, you were so excited. 

- “HE’S THE ONE FOR US JAEHEE,” you practically screamed, “He belongs with us!” 

- The two of you wanted to adopt a girl. But you had changed your mind so quickly. She didn’t understand why. 

- You were a little eccentric so she didn’t argue. The little baby boy was so cute. He was practically cooing when you held him in your arms. 

- You and him looked so cute together that Jaehee could help but agree. 

- 9 years later, you decide to go on a trip with your friends. 

- Since there was no one to take care of your little boy and Jaehee didn’t know your friends, she decided to stay back. 

- You felt guilty about it but you decided it was a good opportunity for Jaehee and your son to bond. Jaehee was always busy working. You were the stay at home mom, so naturally your kid was more close with you

- The day you left, you fervently apologised to Jaehee. You gave your son lots of kisses. You just wouldn’t budge.  

- Jaehee had to pull him from you and kick you out. 

- You went out sobbing dramatically and your son had a good chuckle over this

- Things were actually quite normal at the Kang household. 

- Jaehee helped your son with his homework.

- She cooked a meal. And they ate together with your son telling Jaehee stories about people in his school, people he met outside and that one stray dog he keeps feeding.  

- Jaehee couldn’t help but smile listening to his stories.

- He insisted on helping with the dishes. 

- They talked a lot and laughed. 

- You son was such a sweet little thing. He was so kind. He always put others above himself. Jaehee was a little afraid that he would be taken advantage of. He really was so innocent.  

- Maybe she’d teach him to be a bit more discerning.  

- The next day, Jaehee and your son decided to go for a walk. 

- A grandma next door saw them and called them. 

- “Ah Grandma,” your son says, “How are you?” 

- Jaehee had never seen the woman before and here your son was hugging her??

- “Come in come in,” she offers. 

- Your son literally runs into her house and Jaehee called after him. She planned on giving a ear full to him afterwards. 

- She apologises to the old lady for the rudeness. But the lady just insisted on her coming in. Jaehee reluctantly agrees. 

- She offers them tea and some sweets.

- “Let me tell you Jaehee,” she laughs, “You son is by far the most well behaved child I’ve seen. He always helps me around the house! Always carries my groceries. And on days I couldn’t cook, your wife and him eat with me. And your wife!! She can’t stop blabbering about you!! That silly girl.”

- Jaehee couldn’t believe her ears!! So all this was happening when she wasn’t there? 

- So after they were done, they thanked their host and went on their walk. 

- Apparently everyone on the whole darn street knows your son!! They called over Jaehee and telling her what a good boy she had raised. 

- There was this really shady looking man who came over to the two of them. He looked really angry and aggressive with tattoos all over his arm. Jaehee was ready to judo kick him. 

- But he came over to them and gave a wide and bright smile!

- “Mc’s son!!” he bellowed, “And hello mam! You must be Jaehee Kang. I’ve heard so much about you. Pleasure to finally meet you”

  - Jaehee was flabbergasted.

- “Pleasure is all mine.”   

- “I should really thank your son and wife,” he said, “We are very grateful for their help.”

- After he left Jaehee asked your son what it was about. 

- “I don’t know what he means by help.... I play with his daughter sometimes. She can;t walk and she’s stuck in all day. Sometimes, mum and I take her out to play or eat.”

- JAehee was brimming with pride and joy. 

- Her son was the most perfect thing in the entire world. 

- Everyone loved him!! He was such a precious boy

- Over the next few days your son took Jaehee around and introduced her to a lot of interesting people. 

- She wanted to spend her time like the two of you!

- Maybe work wasn’t so important after all. 

- The day you came home, Jahee had a big announcement.

- “MC! I’m quitting my job,” she said, “Lets start a cafe!”

- You were so happy these you squeezed her with your big bear hug.  

- “I hated your job,” you said, “Now you get to spend more time with us.”

- The cafe was a great idea! There were so many regulars who came there for your family. 

Jumin

- You and Jumin had a son and daughter.

- Your daughter was such a pretty young girl. She was smart, mature and well mannered. 

- Your son was such a sweet heart!! He was so loving and caring. He had a heart of gold. He was blind from birth. He was super intelligent.

- Leaving the kids wasn’t a big deal. It was just a week. The kids would miss you dearly but they were also very excited as Jumin decided to take a week off from work.

- The kids minded their own business. They had a lot of work to do. Jumin was pretty strict when it came to the kids studying and extra curricular. 

- When they were finally done, they’d play with each other. 

- You girl would draw something really beautiful (she had an artistic eye) and show it to Jumin.

- Jumin would be really amazed. He’s get a little teary. 

- “This is so beautiful darling,” he’d kiss her on the forehead and make her sit on his lap, “Maybe when you grow up, I’ll buy you a studio.”

- “Daddy please, no!” she giggled. 

- You son would play the keyboard sometimes. The Jumin and your daughter would sit and enjoy. When was done with the piece, you daughter would rush up to him and hug him. 

- “That was so beautiful!!”

- Jumin would smile and ruffle his hair.

- “ So an art AND a music studio?” Jumin winked.

- The kids would giggle and tackle him to the ground. This probably leads to a tickle war

- Day 3, they’d probably get bored without you.

- “Daddy!” your girl says excitedly, “Why don’t we go to an amusement park. Mum always talks about taking us there. But she’s always so busy.”

- Jumin chucked, “Let’s go darling. I’ll have Driver Kim drive us there.”

- When your daughter was in the car, your daughter insisted on going to a fast food place!

- “C’mon daddy !! Lets go! Mum loves the food there,” she begged. 

- Jumin never could say no to his kids. Albeit, he didn’t know how fast food places worked!

- They got to the restaurant. They sat in a table and waited. 

- “Dad, why are we waiting?” you son asked, “Where are the waiters?”

- “He’s right daddy. There are no waiters!”

- They waited for about 15 minutes! 

- “Maybe we should ask your mum how this works,” Jumin said finally.

- So you got a call from home.

- “MC! What is with your favourite restaurant?” Jumin asked calmly, “They aren’t serving anything and I’m with the kids.”

- “Where are you guys?” you asked.

- “McDonalds?”

- You burst out laughing.

-”Dearest!! You have to get the food from the counter! It won’t come to you!” 

- The three of them blushed beet red. 

- “We will never speak of this again,” Jumin said.

- The kids nodded.

- They got what you recommended. 

- “Dad how do you eat this,” you son asked, poking the burger with his finger, “Where are the forks and knife?”

- You got a call again. You had to tell em how to eat it. This was all so amusing to you. But Jumin and the kids were embarrassed as hell. The kids begged you not to tell anyone.  

-Jumin had to help your son with the burger. It was the cutest thing. Since he couldn’t see, Jumin had to help him hold it in his hands. He had to help wipe the ketchup off the kids’ faces. 

- Afterwards, they went off to the amusement park. 

- Jumin was holding your daughter’s hand and she was holding her brother’s hand.

- It was such an adorable sight

- They wanted to get on the roller coaster. 

- Jumin had to explain to your son about the rides and what would happen so he wouldn’t get scared. But he wasn’t the one who needed the briefing

- Jumin stayed back and let the kids have fun since he was too tall for the ride. 

- Your son came out laughing. But your daughter was bawling her eyes out. She clung to Jumin’s leg

- “DADDY I WAS SO SCARED!!” 

- Jumin patted her head and consoled her. He carried her afterwards. 

- By the time he turned around, his son wasnt there

- He started panicking. His hands were shaking

- “Darling did you see your brother??? WHERE IS YOUR BROTHER??”

- He considered calling an entire swat team to check the perimeter.

- Apparently he had wandered off holding a stranger’s leg thinking it was Jumin. The stranger brought him back

- Jumin thanked the stranger. Dropped his daughter and hugged his son

- Now his son started crying. 

- “I’M SO SORRY DAD.”

- Jumin smiled and brushed his hair.

- The rest of the evening, they tried the games and food

- It was right in the evening you got a photo

- It was a blurry picture of Jumin and the kids having cotton candy against the sunset. 

- You got it saved as your phone background!

Saeyoung

-Saeyoung and you have a little baby girl

- She was such a cute and adorable little thing. Very loving. She had Down’s syndrome

- The two of you loved her to bits!! The both of you were always fighting for her affection. You two spoiled her rotten. 

- She was your little princess. 

- So you had to go to his important work related retreat. You didn’t have the heart to leave your two babies behind. But you couldn’t take them either

- You and Saeyoung decided not to tell your little girl that you were leaving

- She didn’t notice immediately after you left

- Saeyoung would be working on his computer. Her favorite thing to do was to sit on his lap and watch him work

- Sometimes she’d just fall asleep on his lap and Saeyoung would chuckle and put her into bed.

- He’d kiss her forehead and pull a blanket over her. 

- By the time she woke up, he’d be done with his work

- The two of them would play. Saeyoung would play both the hero and the villain. He’d dress up your little girl in a princess outfit with a little crown and wand. You little girl would boop him on the nose with her wand and he’d pretend to fall and die.

- “OOHHH I’ve been had,” he’d say. Your little girl would just laugh hysterically

- He’d close his eyes and pretend to die for a few minutes. Your daughter would get a little concerned and she’d tap him.

- “Daddy ?”

- That’s right about the time he’d open his eyes and smirk. He’d pull her up and twirl her around.

- Sometimes they’d just laze around, eat snacks and watch tv

- It’s around night time that she realizes that you’re not around. She’d start crying for you

- Saeyoung would try to console her. But afterwards he’d give up and video call you

- The moment she sees you, she’d stop tearing up and she;d touch the screen with her tiny hands.

- “Mommy?” she’d giggle

- “How’s my little princess ??” you’d ask, “Is dad taking care of you well or does he need a beating.”

- After sometime, your girl would get drowsy and she’d fall asleep

- After putting her to bed, you and saeyoung would talk

- “I MISS YOU TOO MUCH,” you’d cry, “She was crying for me wasn;t she? Screw this. I’m gonna come home.”

- Now Saeyoung had you to console.

- “It’s just a week darling!! We’re fine here! Take your time.”

- Saeran would come over sometimes.

- No matter how much you and Saeyoung tried to win her affection, she always loved her uncle Saeran more

- He’d take her out to eat ice cream or to the park when Saeyoung was working

- “ARE YOU TAKING CARE OF HER WELL?” he’d ask

- “I am I am,” Saeyoung would swear

- “IS SHE EATING WELL?”

- “She is!! We have a maid and all.”

- He was always so concerned about her.

- Sayoung loved dressing her up in wacky outfits and this would annoy saeran to no end.

- Saeyoung would make your daughter wear mismatched clothes with weird hairstyles and he;d send you pictures

- You’d call him and scream at him EVERYTIME

- Then you’d call Saeran and ask him to take care of it.

- The three of them would keep you updated with pictures.

  PS: Saeyoung’s is my personal favorite

[roseylaces]

26 “Honey, you’re sick. Go lay down, I’ll make you some soup.” or 38 “You complete my life. I love you so much.” for Kaitomi!!!! you can do one or the other~ or both~

AWW THANK YOU FOR THESE!! they’re so cute!! im going to put them under a cut because i wrote quite a bit hehe!~

send me a number and a character or two and I’ll write a short/long imagine.

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26. “Honey, you’re sick. Go lay down, I’ll make you some soup.”

The light streaming in through theshimmering curtains roused Kiyomi from a light sleep. She scrunched her eyesclosed before they flittered open, taking in the brilliance of a new day.Particles of dust floated airily through the beams of light, dancing playfullyin the light breeze from the window. She watched as they floated up and down,swirling around each other, as if in a trance.

The scene was so peaceful. So, so peaceful.

Every day since everything had ended,things had become tranquil and still. Sometimes, Kiyomi awoke expecting thatsame dark, isolating room. Yet every time, she discovered that those times wereover. That past self had gone. She was reborn.

Turning over in bed, the cool, cottonsheets shifted. She pulled them closer to her, savoring the lingering warmth ofthe morning despite donning a nightgown, before brushing stray hairs from herface.

He was asleep.

Her eyes softened as she took in his restingform. It wasn’t until his eyes were closed that she realized how long hislashes were. Bed head suited him, complimenting the already messy locks of hairas they swept over his forehead.

Soft, even breaths.

That was when she noticed theuncharacteristic redness of his cheeks. How his forehead glistened lightly witha film of sweat. Kiyomi frowned. He was usually such a cold sleeper.

She delicately sat up, securing the sheetaround her chest, and reached a slender hand out towards him. It brushed thebrown of his hair, before coming to rest on his brow.

He was burning up.

At her touch, Kaito stirred. He reached ahand up groggily towards hers, removing it from his head and holding it gently,yet firmly enough to transfer his radiant heat.

“What’re you up to so early in the morning,Kiyomi?” Kaito murmured, rubbing his eye with his free hand.

“Your body temperature is higher thanusual, are you feeling okay?” Kiyomi enquired softly, rubbing the back of hishand tenderly. At the mention of this, Kaito used his free hand to ruffle hishair from his eyes, and looked at Kiyomi properly.

“Is that your way of telling me that I’mespecially good looking this morning?” Kaito jested, a small smirk lining hislips. Kiyomi scoffed lightheartedly at the notion, then smiled in return.

“No, I’m being serious. You’re really warm.Maybe you’re coming down with something?”

“I feel fine.” The grip on her handtightened, and he pulled her closer to him, “Maybe it’s because you’re here.”He added, staring deep into her eyes. His expression was so serious, soheartfelt and real that for a second the blood rose in a flourish to Kiyomi’scheeks, mirroring Kaito’s rosy complexion; but it soon died down, and she ran ahand through his hair playfully.

“I can tell the difference between anillness and the incurable disease of love, Kaito-kun.” Kiyomi quipped, lightlytapping him on the nose before removing the sheet from around her, and steppinginto a pair of slippers.

Kaito began to sit up to follow her, butshe quickly leaned back on the bed, her nightgown flowing with the movement.She rested a hand against his chest, pushing him back down.

“You just stay right there. I’ll be back.” sheteased sweetly, “Patients should be good and do what they’re told by theirnurse.” Kiyomi gave him an angelic smile, before jumping off the bed and movingto the kitchen.

Kaito lay back down, stunned. Since whenhad Kiyomi become so witty?

He remembered back to when he had first mether. It seemed like a lifetime ago. They were both practically children; fifteen,their first year of high school. At the slightest of glances, touches, orgestures he gave her, she would blush profusely. A timid girl, yet so veryadorable.

It had made him want to protect her.

However, somehow, during the time thateverything seemingly ended and began all at once, she had grown. She hadmatured not only physically, but mentally. She was beautiful and radiant andbright.

She was an angel, and she was now the onethat was protecting him.

Something profound and warm fluttered inKaito’s stomach at the thought, and it made him come to terms with how deeplyshe had become ingrained in his life. They were open with each other, sharedeverything with each other. And now they were here.

Perhaps Kiyomi could not tell thedifference between the curable and the incurable after all.

38. “Youcomplete my life. I love you so much.”

The sky was tainted a crimson, thebrushstrokes of clouds lining the open air. In every direction, once beautifuland brilliant, yet now crumbled and ruined skyscrapers lined the path of theisolated road. Cars were smashed, debris floated through the sky, and no pulseselectricity or life could be seen or felt.

Yet Kiyomi stood in the middle of it all.She stood against the lifeless scene in front of her alive, her charcoal hairfluttering in the wind as her white hospital gown flowed against the definedfeatures of her body. She faced away from him, one hand behind her back, theother pressed to her chest, taking in the scene in front of her.

The fact that this happened was not herfault. The fact that the once boisterous ward of Shibuya was a wasteland and theonly things above her were the sky and the faintest outlines of the stars were nother fault. She did not have the power to control such an outcome.

Yet she could not help but feel thatsomehow this was all her doing.

She took a step forward, and another,unable to drag her eyes from the beauty of the vast crimson canvas back to theultimate destruction in front of her. It reminded her too much of what had tobe done to get to this point, and she no longer had any tears for crying.

The sole of her sandal hit something, andshe stopped. Finally peering back down towards the solidity of the ground, shecrouched to better see what she had stepped on. Her hair fell over hershoulders in waves, and she delicately placed the loose strands behind an ear.Her hand touched something solid, yet intricately designed, and she picked itup. It was covered in dust, but she could already tell that it was something ofsubstantial value. Brushing the debris aside, a beautiful, crystal ruby ringshone in her hands.

The band was splattered with blood.

Standing back up and holding the ring closeto her chest, she said a silent prayer to the one who owned this ring and hadlost their life in this ordeal. Although she swore she had no more tears tocry, somewhere, from deep inside, a glistening streak lined her cheek.

Why was she the only one still here?

“Kiyomi…” A voice called out to her softly,and she was snapped from her lament. That’s right, she was not alone.

Slowly turning around, her gaze driftedslightly upwards, locking onto a pair of grey, metallic irises like a target.

She clutched the ruby tighter in her hands, and placed it delicately on her slender finger.

Kaito only stared at her, not knowing whatelse to say. He only knew that her mind was sinking down into somewhere dangerous,and he had to get her out before anything untoward happened. That being said,he did not even have the ability to say anything else, even if he wanted to.

Kiyomi’s beautiful, russet eyes glowed witha brilliant red in the fading light, strands of midnight hair framing hergentle and frail features. Her skin seemingly glowed against the bloodied sun’slight as it shimmered through her hospital gown.

She was ethereal, and he did not know howto tell her so.

“Kaito-kun…” she finally replied, taking ina breath she did not know she had been holding, “Is it finally over?”

He nodded in confirmation, then took a stepforward, then another, until he was standing right in front of her.

Bringing her into his arms, he held her inan embrace that both healed him and hurt him. He nuzzled hishead into the crook of her neck, and whispered,

“We’ve done it, Kiyomi. You’ve been sostrong, but it’s over…” he paused, trying to phrase his next thoughts intosomething coherent that possessed everything he felt, “Kiyomi. You remainedstrong when the world tried to break you. You persevered with life when itwould have been so much easier to just be dead. You have overcome everything Iwish I could have done. You are my strength, you complete my life. I love youso much.”

Such heartfelt and passionate words hadnever left Kaito’s mouth before, and it made Kiyomi’s eyes widen in surprise, her lip tremble with emotion, and her breath to hitch in her throat.

She finally reached her hands up and gripped onto the back of his t-shirt,feeling the first signs of the warmth she had longed to feel for so long. She had somuch she had to say to him in reply, so much to tell him, but now was not the time, and she did not yethave the words to fully express herself.

She needed one last ounce of strength.

Instead, she whispered softly, in a way that resonated within his heart,

“I love you, too, Kaito-kun.”

[deliverydefresas]

i got a taste of love in a simple way

AAAH, I KNOW IM LATE AND IM SO SORRY. 

Life as a sister-mom is quite difficult, you know? it’s been busy busy busy! and i’ve also had some bad days but,,,, i’m here and day four is queued for later today, alright? it’s double fic day (maybe tripple if i can finish day five in time but i doubt it tbh) and i hope you enjoy! 

Not even close to be proofread but i do wanna thank my fave cupcake @ac-ars for supporting this when i doubted xD

(there’s a little loophole here that will be answered in day 7, the continuation of this date) 

DAY THREE: “When i was told i was going to a blind date, i never thought it’d be you”

“So, what you’re saying is that you set me up with someone who a) you’ve never even met, and b) could be the evil incarnated?”

Simón couldn’t believe his friends. He’d heard (and been part) of many stupid ideas the past five years they’ve been a band, but this was just pure insanity from then. Who even cared if he had a date for the charity-thingy their record label was throwing, anyway? Absolutely no-one.

Except his so-called-friends.  

“Hey, hey, hey. I never said she was the evil incarnated, okay?” Pedro tried to calm him down, turning away from the eggs he was frying on the stove for a minute, “Delfi’s friend is complicated. Maybe a little mean and full of herself, but not evil.”

Simón was having none of it, “if I wanted to go with someone complicated, I would have asked Daniela to go with me.”

“Now, she is the evil incarnated,” Nico, who was seating beside him, butted in, his mouth half-full from the toast Pedro had made for them; Simón flipped him off for that, “what? I’m just vocalizing what everyone was thinking.” The blond defended himself, taking another bite of the toast, not really caring about the topic at hand.

“I could have asked Luna or Yam, maybe even Nina,” he told them, still frustrated with the situation. “You didn’t have to set me up with a stranger.”

“You’re talking as if I had chosen a girl from the street and asked her to go with you,” the drummer turned the stove off and went to sit with them, eggs and toast on his plate, “Delfi knows her, and I trust her judgment.”

“Are we talking about the same girl who lied about being another person to be with Gastón?” now it was Pedro’s turn to flip Nico off. He waved him off, and turned to their guitarist, “Luna and Yam are on their mid-terms, they couldn’t come. And the event does require for you to skate for at least an hour; would you really torture Nina that way?”

They all knew the answer to that.

“I still don’t think this was a good idea.”

Pedro gulped down his bite before shrugging, “it’s only for a couple of hours, and who knows? Maybe you two hit it off and end up liking each other.”

They were quiet for a couple of minutes, each one of them too focused on eating before the rehearsals for their incoming tour started, before Simón finally accepted defeat.

“I hate you both, root in hell.”

He threw them a piece of bread on their heads, missing epically on hitting them, making his friends laugh at his childish antics.

Fast forward to a couple of days, he was still not in for it. If this charity event weren’t so important to him and the hundreds of kids who he’d be helping get an education he’d cancel in a heartbeat.

But now, with less than an hour until he left with Pedro to get the girls, he just couldn’t back off and be a coward. He’d spent the last ten minutes trying to get rid of the nerves by face-timing his best friend since their diaper days, but she was having none of his sentiments on the subject.

“You’re being very dramatic about this, Simón,” she said, trying to hold in her laughter when she saw him angrily combing his hair.

“Whose side are you on, dude?” he asked, dropping his comb on the bed; not looking back where it’d fell when a thud resonated on his room.

“Yours, of course,” Luna rolled her eyes, “which is why I’m telling you to go with an open mind and have fun.”

Simón recognized the change in her voice almost immediately. “You know something I don’t.” He stared at the face displayed on his tablet, searching for something to confirm what he already knew.

She smiled sheepishly, “I was the one who convinced Pedro to set you guys up,” when she saw his expression hardening, she was quick to explain, “I’ve met her before, Simón. She’s not bad, and I’m 1,000,000% sure you’ll like her; I would have never supported Delfi on this if I wasn’t.”

He was quiet for a minute. A part of him wanted to be mad, but he couldn’t really stay angry for long with anyone, much less his best friend. She knew him better than anyone else, and if she said it’d be okay, he’d trust her word.

“Fine,” Simón sighed, “who is she anyway? Where did you meet her?”

Luna froze for a second. He wasn’t sure if it was his connection failing on him, or her own body freezing in shock, “I, uh, went to school with her.” Her voice got a hint of nervousness, and Simón got suspicious. Luna didn’t lie to him, ever, so he was sure she was twisting the truth.

“What’s her name, again? None of you’ve told me.” He could see her struggling to find an answer.

“Uh, what was that? I, uh, can’t hear you anymore. And, um, Matteo is calling me so, bye?” The screen turning black let him know she’d hung up on him. Hung up.

Simón was about to call her again to ask for an explanation when someone knocked on his bedroom’s door. Pedro came in, cellphone in hand, and said, “the girls are ready, we’re leaving in five; hurry up, champ.”

His bandmate left before he could ask for the girl’s name.

The whole ride to Delfi’s was spent with Pedro singing as loudly as he could so Simón wouldn’t be able to question him.  

He’d turn up the volume all the way until his eardrums were vibrating, turning it down a little when his head started aching. Simón tried to gain his attention multiple times, on red lights and when a song ended and before another started, but Pedro always seemed to figure out what he was planning and changed the subject; saying stuff like “this is my favorite song!” four times in a row.

When they finally parked outside of Delfi’s building; his friend tried to sneak away as fast as possible, running to the entrance and to elevator, shouting a quick hello to the caretaker of the building.

“Does this idiot not know I don’t know where his girlfriend lives?” weren’t he so confused, he’d be amused at the way Pedro made everything seem ridiculous. The caretaker stood up from his seat by the counter, and smiled at him.

“Mr. Arias does the same thing every time, sir.” He confined, writing on the visitors’ book Pedro’s name, “I think miss Delfina gets annoyed when he’s late.”

Simón had to smile back, “he’s just whipped, mister,” he read the tag on the man’s chest, “Lozano.”

“Love is a funny thing, son.” The old man’s smile got bigger, “it brings out emotions you didn’t know you had, and makes you do stuff you were sure you’d never do.”

He wasn’t sure how to answer that. He loved multiple people in his life, had been sure he was in love with Luna and Daniela at some point, only to find out later he wasn’t at all.

Growing up he’d fantasize about finding his one true love. Someone who’d make him smile at the mere thought of her face, of long nights on the phone and conversations who’d never bore him. As time passed he realized those were fantasies only, and loving someone not always meant being in love with them.

At this part in his life, he still dreamt of love (because he was the sappiest bastard ever) but he now knew searching for it was just pointless. Love finding you in the less expected times and all.

The sound of the elevator arriving the ground floor distracted him. Out came a couple of people he didn’t know first, followed by Pedro and Delfi holding hands. His friend looked embarrassed when he saw him waiting alone in the lobby, the bag with Delfi’s skates hanging loosely on his shoulder; his girl reprimanded him for leaving him behind.

“Sorry, man.” Pedro apologized as soon as he was in front of him, palming him back lightly. Delfi shook her head, still surprised her boyfriend had ditched him in the lobby.

He shrugged his apology off, before finally looking behind the couple to see his oh, so secret blind date. He was stunned when he recognized the prettiest blue eyes and wavy blonde hair.

Standing there was Ámbar Smith, Luna’s aunt’s goddaughter and the girl he’d crushed the biggest in his life.

Memories of both at the mansion that used to be Luna’s home came to his mind. They hadn’t liked each other at first, her being too closed and unreachable for him to get know her better; and he “too goody two shoes” to be considered cool for her. Then, somehow, they were alone and she wasn’t as unreachable, and he wasn’t lame, and they were just what the other needed.

That was the day he knew he’d been crushing on her for months without knowing.

But that was also the last time he’d seen her. Until tonight.  

“Ámbar.” Her name came out breathless, too shocked to speak properly. Her lips curved the slightest bit at this.

“I see you remember me,” her voice had changed. A little more mature, less full of herself and no trace of superiority.

He didn’t notice when Pedro and Delfi had gotten out of his way until he started walking towards her, “that’s impossible, you know it.”

Ámbar flipped her hair, and he was surprised to see she’d grown it out a couple of centimeters below her shoulders. “Always the charmer, Simón Álvarez.”  

“I never thought it’d be you,” he said more to himself than to her, scanning her face; trying to convince his brain he wasn’t dreaming, “when I was told I was going to a blind date, I never thought it’d be you. Not after all these years.”

Her frown told him he’d say something wrong, “are you disappointed?” the question threw him off, and his tardiness to deny it made her tense, “I only agreed because Luna wouldn’t shut up. You can blame her for this.”

Simón blinked a couple of times when he heard her. Of course.

Luna knew he had the biggest crush on Ámbar the moment he saw him mopping the days that followed her departure. She knew she’d gotten back in town, saw the opportunity and set him up with her. Her words resonated in his mind; “I’m sure you’ll like her.”

“No,” he denied, looking straight into her eyes, “I got to thank her, because I’m not disappointed at all.”

The weight of his look made her fidgety, not sure how to respond to his words. Delfi called for them, hurrying them to get to the car or they all would be late.

Ámbar cleared her throat, straightening her spine to get rid of the nervousness. Simón took the bag with her skates gently from her, and offered his arm to her.

“Shall we?”  

[hodgepodge509388]

First gay incest experience lead to bisexual incest

So before i get started let me clarify that nothing physical happened until i was of legal age. Also this is my first story so please be kind and helpful with comments or ideas on how to improve. Also if anybody has any questions about this story JUST INBOX ME ;). Enjoy

My dad and I had always been close in what some people would call an odd way. My mom passed away when I was 3 so dad basically raised me by himself. Growing up we did everything together. Cuddled (sometimes he would be naked) and watched sports, went to games, he would give me baths, and some other stuff. But as I got older I noticed how dad would start to look at me more and more and for longer amounts of time.

Well I love sports so when I made my college swim team i was excited. I loved it. And I was actually pretty good at it. The only thing I wasnt used to was the trunks we had to wear. The coaches could call them trunks all they want but they were more like speedos/thongs for guys. So ya they took getting used to haha. Anyway, my first day of practice I came home still in my trunks and went to the kitchen to find my dad. I walked in and noticed dad eyeing me.

Dad=hey how was the first day?

Me=not bad, these (I point to my trunks) are going to take some getting used to though

Dad=ha ya I bet. Dont worry they look fine. Hey your uncle is coming into town Friday for the big first scrimmage.

Me=oh ok cool. Well Im tired so Im going to change and go to bed. I turned and walked towards my room and as I left I saw dad looking at my ass.

The next few days were filled with dad eyeing me up and down and making jokes about me being a swimming stud. So when Friday came I was hoping I could actually win my race. I woke up Friday morning and was at the training pool before dad even woke up. 10 mins before the race started I saw dad walk in with my uncle. Dad and my uncle kind of look alike. Dad is about 64 with medium muscle and abs. My uncle was about the same but a bit more muscular.

I got ready and positioned in my starting stand. As dad and my uncle found their seats (right behind me of all places). The gun went off and I was in the water and off to the races. I ended up winning the heat by almost 3 seconds. After the entire meet was over I met dad at the stands.

Dad=hey your uncles bringing the car up front. I have your gym bag so just meet us outside.

Me=ok Ill just shower quick

Dad=no dont worry about it your not that dirty.

Realizing I was still in my speedo I ran to the car with my towel around me.

As I got in the middle of the van I was greeted by my dad sitting next to me and my uncle driving.

Uncle=well if it isnt mr speedy

Me=ha thanks. Glad you could make it

Uncle=no problem body. Seatbelts on everybody!

I put on my seatbelt and we headed home

Dad=so didnt I tell you he fit out that speedo nice?

Uncle= ya you did.

Me=what do you guys mean?

Dad=nothing son you just fill it out in the right areas for a boy your age

Uncle=I cant disagree on that

Me=oh well ummm thanks

HERES WHERE IT STARTS

Dad grabbed my towel and pulled off from around me.

DAD=So would you like to see what hes hiding under this speedo?

UNCLE=Im kind of driving he joked

DAD=just pull over in this parking lot then

(I thought they were joking until the van pulled in and parked)

ME=what are we doing?

(As my uncle gets out of the van and gets in and sits on the other side next to me) DAD= dont worry its ok. We just want to see what you have down there .

ME=what?

DAD=its ok, remember how you used to see mine when you were younger? And I saw yours in the tub during baths.

ME=ya I......gues(before I could finish my sentence dad pulled my speedo down to my feet)

DAD and UNCLE= wow

DAD=you have grown since the last time I saw it

UNCLE=hell champ your hung for your age

ME=(sitting there a little embarrassed and nervous) really?

DAD= oh yeah you are. (Without warning he took my limp dick and shoved it in his mouth)

I let out a shocked/surprised gasp but my uncle just put his hand on my shoulder

UNCLE=its ok buddy. Just relax.

ME=it actually....hmmm...mm...feels pretty good.

My uncle laughed and watched as my dad deep throated my cock.

My cock started to grow in my dads mouth as he licked my rod and looked up at me. I tilted my head back and relaxed. It felt AMAZING.

UNCLE=your dads been talking about wanting to do this for a long time now

ME=hmmmm really?

UNCLE=yep. And now I see why, your body is great. Would you want to try something?

ME=sure

My uncle unzipped his pants and pulled out one of the fattest dicks Id ever seen.

He then grabbed my head and guided my mouth down on top of his dick.

I didnt know what to do so I just did to my uncles cock what dad was doing to mine.

UNCLE=thatta boy

UNCLE=you think hes ready?

DAD=(pulls his head up from my cock) ya I think so

My uncle picked me up turned my ass towards him then set me on his lap. I could feel his saliva covered dick touching my back. It had gotten even bigger.

UNCLE=ready when you are

(My dad moved himself in front of me and took of his pants and sat down in front of me) (my uncle slapped me on the ass and said brace yourself. With that he picked me up and sat me on his dick)

UGHH!!! I let out a cry of slight pain. But as soon as my mouth opened my dead shoved his now exposed dick in it. I tried to push his dick out and gasp for air but he held the back of my head in place and throat/face fucked me.

As I was gagging on dads dick my uncle started to pound my ass. I felt my ass jiggle/bounce with every thrust. He let out a moan as the pain I felt at first started to fade and reemerge as pleasure. My dad continued to face fuck me as he asked my uncle where he should cum.

UNCLE=well Im cumming on his nice little bubble butt ass (he smacks my ass)

DAD=hmmmm Im about to cum.

I was surprised when the saliva in my mouth was replaced with a thick warm liquid.

DAD=OHHH FUCK YES!!!

He pulled his cock out and rubbed it on my face as my uncle pulled out and came on my ass. I sat down in the chair sore and tired.

DAD=now you REALLY need a shower when you get home

We all got dressed and went home.

The whole drive home i couldnt believe what just happened. I had just been fucked and used by my own family. I sat there silent in a wave of different emotions as we drove home. What shocked me the most was that dad and my uncle were having a normal conversation like nothing had just happened. We got home and i got out of the car and headed to the door. As i opened the door i felt a hand smack my ass behind me. I turned my head to see my dad behind me.

DAD=hey how bout we keep this little thing between the three of us? No telling how other family members would react if they found out

A slight rush ran through me at the idea of such a taboo secret.

ME=ya....um ya sure. I said as i walked into the house. A few hours passed and my uncle had gone back to his house. I was in my room all showered and cleaned up and watching tv when dad knocked on the door. I got a bit turned on as i thought about what he could want or need.

ME=come in. Dad walked in and walked up to my bed

DAD=hey son look.....I...about earlier. Im sorry i just couldnt resist or help myself. Your uncle and i had been talking about you for a while and it just.. I cut him off

ME=did you enjoy it?

DAD=wh..what?

ME=did you enjoy touching your boy? I smirked a bit

DAD=well...well ya. Look Im sorry if it hurt you or.. I cut him off again

ME=did he enjoy it to?

DAD=who your uncle? Yes he said he loved it.

I smiled a bit. Well then its fine

DAD=really?

ME= ya, i see cocks all the time in the locker room. Besides its not like i have never been with a guy before. Your just....just um..i was never expecting to ever see or feel the cock of a family member.

DAD= ya Im just.. Well we are sorry.

ME=so you bothreally enjoyed it huh? I laugh

DAD=if Im being honest FUCK YES!

Hearing all this gave me an idea that got me stiff.

ME=Ok well Im going to bed dad. Night.

DAD=goodnight son

As dad left my room I laid awake thinking about something i never thought i would. Who else in my family would or even wants to fuck me?

Thenext morning i was horny due to everything that was done and said the day before. I felt like being a tease so i got up and headed to my sisters room. She was away at college so the room was pretty clean. I walked over to her dresser and opened the bottom container. I got dressed and headed downstairs. I got to the bottom of the steps and saw dad with his back to me in the kitchen cooking. I walked up to him and stood beside him facing him.

ME=so what is for breakfast?

Dad looked towards me and his mouth dropped and his eyebrows raised as he saw his son wearing a short skirt belonging to his daughter.

DAD=HOLY...What are you doing?!?

ME=what you dont like it? I do a slow spin around to show how the beginning of my ass cheeks show just before the skirt hides them.

DAD=no its just i....uh..well i didnt expect this.I smiled knowing that being a tease is what i do best. I sat down in a chair across from my dad with my legs unfolded.

ME=so im curious, besides uncle has anyone else in our family said anything about me or my body?

Dad noticing i wasnt wearing any underwear could see the beginning of my balls in the skirt

DAD=why do..you ask? I mean your grandpa always says what a great mature man you have grown into but i dont get why your asking. I look at him and smirk ;)

DAD=youre not serious are you? You dont mean you want to try anything crazy with someone do you?

ME=i have been hard ever since you and uncle did what you did. It is such a rush now looking back and thinking about it now. I want to see if anyone else is kinky like you and him.

DAD=no! No way! There is no way the whole family would all be ok with that. I stand up and walk over to him.

ME=that is why we are going to do some thinking and research first. Come on dad. So far we know you and uncle wouldnt mind it. You said grandpa has talked about me. What about anyone else? What about uncle Timmy? Isnt he gay? Come on we have to find out and i have an idea of how to find out who would be interested.

ME=we will make a list of everyone we think would be interested in at least seeing me not necessarily touching me. Then i will text them a pic of me. If they respond with rage or negatively ill just tell them it was supposed to go to a girlfriend.

Dad stood there surprised.

DAD=wow! You have actually thought this out?

ME=ya and just leave the rest to me

So as dad listed off those he thought would be interested i was eating and getting turned on just thinking about who in my family might be interested.

About two hours later dad came to me and gave me the list of everyone to send the pic to.

DAD=i cant believe we are doing this.

I grabbed my phone and handed it to dad

DAD=what? i smirked and replied

ME=i need someone to take the pic and its not like you havent seen me naked before. I joked.

DAD=ok. Without warning dad pushed me onto the kitchen table.

DAD=lift up the skirt a bit so they know what they might be getting. I listened and lifted it a bit as he took the pic. He then turned me around and slapped my ass.

DAD=lift up the skirt, let them see your bubble butt to. I did and dad took the pic.

I took my phone and sent it to the list of relatives we made. A few hours passed and there was no word from them. Then one by one replies came in. Of the list that we made only two people off of the list replied in a bad way so i just told them it was supposed to go to a gf. As i looked at those who replied in a decent way i got a bit hard as i read their replies out loud. DAMN!And dont know how or why i got this but im not complaining :). i showed dad the texts and he was shocked.

DAD=no way! No fucking way!

ME= HA! i told you. Now we wait a week and then at thanksgiving reunion ill show you my final plan.

DAD=ok. If you say so.

So all week long i couldnt get the idea or more family members touching and seeing me out of my head. Finally thanksgiving day came. That morning i woke up rock hard. I was about to but on some briefs and my pants when i got an idea. Instead i headed to my sisters room and grabbed a few things. I got dressed and headed downstairs. Dad and i got in the car and took off to my uncle Kevins house (the one who fucked me) because he was hosting the family reunion. As my dad drove i couldnt stop thinking about what might be about to happen when we get there.

DAD=what are you going to do or say if someone says something or asks you about the pics? He worried.

ME= just relax and leave it to me. Besides even if anyone was going to say anything about getting pics like that from a relative i doubt they would tell other people in the family about it. Just relax.

We arrived at the house and as soon as i walked through the door i was getting looks from those of my family who replied in decent way. Their looks of confusion and wonder kind of turned me on a bit. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to everyone who had replied positively to my pic text. I sent a text saying nobody say a word about the text. Not everyone here received those pics like you did. Just wait till all the other family members leave and ill explain everything.

I sat down and tried to control all the hormones building up inside me. Everyone sat done at the table to eat the thanksgiving meal. As i finished my plate i went and sat back down. About two hours passed and goodbyes were said and hugs were given and some family members left the party to return to their homes. I looked around to notice everyone who had replied to my pics was still here. I stood up and took a deep breath

ME=ok now that they are gone everyone follow me. And NO! the kids cant come with you.

I put in a kids dvd for the kids to watch as i guided everyone else into the living room. THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUN ;)

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the stanley hotel

well, there is a tour going on as i am writing this. and i look probably quite a bit misplaced, on my own, sitting at your favorite haunted hotel. the tour is coming up to see the view of the mountains, probably, and going inside the see the enormous christmas tree in that dim-lit, warm lobby mom and i always walk into together. i wish mom was here; i wish mom had more interest in my life and what’s been going on. sometimes i want to tell her that she cares more about her blog than she does about her kids, but i know that isn’t true. i know that she is simply trying to fulfill dreams of her own, and blogging, (the one thing that she can handle--not too much driving, not too much being out of the house and staying comfortable, it’s artistic, too!) is the one thing she can handle. it’s a job that suits her well, but it is quite slow-going. i wish, just when i am home for such short periods of time, before i’m not living with her anymore, that she would set it down for a bit to spend time with me. i have so many things i want to say. so many things about my quarter that i want to tell her about, but when i come home, ti’s always the same. it’s like, they’re excited enough to send me away on such an expensive excursion, such an expensive life, but they don’t care to know anything i do about it. it’s a pity. i think when i’m a parent i’ll be one of those mom’s who annoys their kid because i ask questions too much. but sarah, ask them questions. 99 out of 100% of the time, they want to tell you. so ask your kids questions, make them seem valuable and learn their experiences. i’m actually stoked to hear what all my kids will do; i want to know what they’re feeling, what they’re learning, who they’re meeting. gosh sometimes, i wish i was a parent already. skip this scary confusing and difficult young part of life already; i kinda just want to go to marriage and a house and some kids. that’s about it.

well anyways. these past two days, something came to me like a breath of relief. after church yesterday i was driving home, full of emotion from the difficult lesson and just not feeling myself after seeing sawyer after so long, (i felt like i couldn’t even talk to her normally... what was wrong with me?) and i realized, i am so hard on myself. i am so ridiculously hard on myself. i forget, often, that i have had a traumatic, awful event in my life that yes, maybe has stunted my success in getting a bigger grip on my life. i am lately tormented by the fact that i will be 21, and none of my friends will be. i am older, but i don’t act like it. i am older, but i still wear all this make-up, try to seem impressive and attractive and interesting. i am still /trying/, and isn’t the mark of an adult and someone mature, someone who is comfortable in themself, someone who doesn’t give a shit anymore? anyways, i have nothing figured out. no real plans for jobs, i haven’t even applied to my major yet. i’m perhaps interested in someone two years younger than me and i’m pissed at myself and don’t even want to let myself in to his life, let myself go or be gentle. i’m just pissed i will be so old and i am nowhere near the person no accomplished what i wanted to. but i realized this, driving on the usual 287 strip of highway where you pass that bus parking lot, and the mountains are everywhere and its super flat and dead-earth--i have not had the normal life, in any sense of the word. i was homeschooled, i was christian and then my parents divorced which was crazy and unheard of and wrong (and all my other friends parent’s were still together), my sisters are much much different than me, i tried public school, i went back to community college, i did a gap year, i lost my sister and then i shipped out to a way too expensive college. my life, has not been normal. and i need to accept that some of those repercussions are perhaps not feeling totally ready or in-control to push myself so hard. basically, i do the best i can. constantly. with keeping up with friendships, with being kind and tolerating some quite difficult people and circumstances--i do the best i can, and i am actually doing pretty good. 

i’m a kind person. i’m a wiser person than i think people understand, and i am just trying to survive. there don’t need to be any expectations on what my life should look like; because still, isn’t God always changing what it actually looks like? if we make a grand plan, more likely than not it’s just going to morph into something else. alright, so you’ve learned not to be so hard on yourself.

also learn that when you are utterly confused about a situation, reach out to God about it. if you are utterly confused about your feelings with l, or deeply concerned and again--beating yourself up!--about sweet sam, you need to freaking relax. no, you don’t have to have every little thing planned out, and no, /you cannot control the outcomes/. you. do. deserve. sweet friends. and new experiences. and happy moments. no, you do not belong to anyone, you do not owe anyone anything, and you are going to be okay. for my 21st birthday, i wish i could fly out here to colorado and go to the stanley for the night. but i wish i could go with like sawyer or susy, but they can’t drink so that might be weird. i don’t necessarily want to go with juge or maddie, either. they’re not exactly my kind of people; they don’t uplift me. they just worry me, and give me more anxiety, and bog me down with harsh words on mom or who knows what. it gets very tiring, and no, at this point i don’t really care if they’re in my life very much. i’ve just learned to let them go a bit. i love them, but things have changed. i’ve grown up, and i realize what i want to be. and they? they don’t get me, they don’t even /try/ to understand me. like mom? they don’t even ask me things. it’s a bit ridiculous, if i say so myself. does anybody actually want to know what’s going on in my head? 

the dream for school this quarter? i just want to cuddle up with someone (okay, our friend group is fine..) and watch a bunch of scary movies. i just want to cuddle up with someone in the winter. and relax. and breath. and watch scary movies. 

this boy sam. he’s beaaautiful. he’s this gorgeous, handsome, partying (maybe? i think so, he seems pretty into it, with his roommate, who i am noooot so sure about,) successful, young guy who lives on our brother floor but virtually no one knew anything about. i don’t even know where that kid lived--did he live with alex when alex lived in ashton? i have no clue. i’ll have to ask him one day. but anywho, he’s lovely. and why the freaking heck did he show interest in me and not the other two gorgeous freshmen ladies who were at that kickback in dylan’s seattle airbnb? why me? I HAVE NO IDEA. It’s like i have a sign on my forehead that says, “HEY. IM AN OLD LADY, BUT MAYBE IM IMMATURE ENOUGH TO ATTRACT YOU SO COME DATE ME”, LOL what does that even mean?? it’s ridiculous! i don’t really know what i’m saying anymore. but anyways. it’s gettin’ a little loud here and i have kind of a weird vibe, like maybe the groundskeepers and stuff think it’s strange that there’s just this girl here sitting outside of the stanley hotel on her laptop. BUT IT’S PRETTY HERE OKAY. and i have a gorgeous view, with those mountains. and it makes me think of caroline here. god, i miss her so much. i’m probably going to look at the giftshop to see if there is a hoodie i can buy myself that says the stanley on it. i think that would make me the happiest girl alive, wow. 

peace out for one second.