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fluffrry · 3 years

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Could you write something where the reader and H can't say they are together, his publicist idea, and her family is always asking why she doesnt date anyone even try to get her to blind dates and Harry is jealous but it is a bit fun, no angst.

Hi nonnie!! Here is a short little thing for you :D

Content: Bf!Harry, Famous!Harry (implied), Fluff, Banter, Non gender specific reader

Word count: 807

Authors Note: Hello! My requests are open and my masterlist is in the way!! In the mean time, please leave me any feedback you have and come talk to me in my inbox :)

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Fame came with it’s perks, but only if you were willing to accept the things you had to give up. Harry had learned that going public with the ones he loved only hurt them in the long run, and neither he nor his team wanted to continue the pattern. You knew this, of course, but it didn't make it any less irritating.

Your family made it a point to gracefully shove you into relationships, much to your dismay. Even if they think Harry is just a roommate, you’d think they'd accept your want to be single. Family never quite does what we wish, though, do they?

You let Harry know everytime you had a date lined up, and assured him that it wasn’t anything you were planning to pursue. It still felt like a betrayal everytime you zipped up a new dress and took a taxi to a fancy restaurant, though.

“How ‘bout our own date night, then?” Harry proposed. He was filling up a blender with some multicolored fruits and milk, something he did every morning.

You’ll admit you are less than half awake as he says this. Harry is much more of a morning person than you are. By 7am he’s always chipper and ready to take on the day, never missing an opportunity to have a filling breakfast and some morning alone time.

“Oh, yeah? Where did that come from?” You asked, pawing around the top shelf of the fridge.

“I just haven’t treated you to something in a bit.” The knife Harry held hit the cutting board with a deep sound as it sliced. “And...I’m not the happiest seeing you go on all these blind dates.”

Harry’s chuckle followed the end of the sentence, but the fact that he made eye contact let you know he was serious.

“They’re just a formality, H. You don’t have to go out of your way. I don’t need any fancy wine, just you.” You pulled some orange juice from the fridge and grabbed a glass to pour it into.

“I know.” Harry paused as he pondered. “But I think it’d be nice.”

“Alright!! You plan and I’ll show up.”

Harry smiled, nodded, and powered up the blender. The beautiful fruits mixed into a light green color.

“Sounds good,” He said. “Just be ready by six.”

******

The restaurant was dimly lit, and had a fine dining atmosphere. The table you sat at was finished with glossy dark wood, and the napkins folded on top were stark white and clean. It was crowded with men in tuxedos and women in neutral dresses.

Harry had insisted you sit outside and avoid the crowd, so the breeze grazed over your skin and relaxed you. You were always calm with Harry. He had a warm, charming, and easy going vibe, even if he was always up for something spontaneous.

The table was by itself and on a small, balcony-like structure (something you rarely saw). It was behind glass that came up to just over your heads. Above it was a nice view of the sky and the cool, open air. If you looked to your right, you could see inside the restaurant and people watch.

“Mmm,” You mumbled as the ice cold water you sipped cooled your throat. “This is so nice. There’s so many options— I can’t decide what to get.”

Harry flipped through the menu with the precision of a veteran restaurant attendee. “How about we share something? Make it as romantic as we can. I’ll pick if you want.”

“Oh, no. Last time we did that I ended up eating a $200 appetizer. I’ll be picking my own meal, thank you.”

Both of you smiled in unison. Harry reached across the table to stroke your hand. You winced internally, knowing it was still wet from the condensation on the glass.

“From now on, every time you go on a date, we go on a date too.”

“Jealous, are we?”

“Yes. Very much so, actually.”

You always loved Harry’s honesty. It was second to his fluffy, soft, curls.

“I’m just worried someone may see us, you know?”

Harry rubbed the skin between your thumb and pointer finger gently. “Don’t worry. No one will. We’re alone, and I’m pretty sure that glass is tinted.”

“Pretty sure?”

“Very sure. Let me be the one to stress, okay?”

You made a noncommittal sound and returned your attention to the pricey menu.

Harry spoke again, the lightness returning to his voice, “You just worry about what movie we’re gonna watch tonight. You usually take hours just to choose.”

“Yes,” You agreed. “But my picks are always good, aren’t they?”

“Maybe. I’ll let you know after you decide what to eat tonight. If that ever happens, of course.”

“Keep up that attitude, and I’ll have no problem keeping you here all night.”

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hanniiesuckle17 · 3 years

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Ateez Reaction: Hangover

A/n: i am so obsessed with Ateez. like wow. damn. so this is my first ateez reaction but i cant wait to do more! I'm still a new Atiny so please go easy on me and i hope you like it!

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Warnings: cussing

Hongjoong:

You awoke to pain between your legs and sore muscles all around your body. Normally, you took pretty well to hangovers. They never bothered you much. However, the night prior both you and your boyfriend had quite a lot to drink which led to a very...explorative and wild night.

You made a small attempt to sit up, but that was quickly stilled by the aching pain all over your mostly bare body. Rolling over, you grabbed the closest shirt on the floor and wheezed at the twinges of pain as you lifted it over your head. Looking over you saw Hongjoong still fast asleep. He lay on his stomach, the muscles in his back shifting every now and then.

Smiling, you pressend gentle kisses along his bare skin. Slowly he began to wake up. “Oh- my head-.....good morning, gorgeous.” His voice was raw sending shivers down your spine. His red hair was sticking up in wild directions, reminding you of a cute Einstein. His lips were puffy and there were several red marks on his neck and shoulder. “Is your hangover as bad as mine?” He mumbled, rubbing the fatigue and sleep away from his face.

“I have a small headache. I’m mostly sore...and hungry.”

“Ooooo! You know what sounds perfect?” Hongjoong mused, bottom lip tugging between his teeth. “Pizza.”He laughed seeing your eyes light up. Reaching over on the night stand he pulled out his phone and began ordering a huge pizza, with you looking over his shoulder.

“Do you think they would deliver it straight to the bed? I don’t wanna get up.”

Hongjoong laughed and finished the order before rolling on top of you and covering your face with lazy kisses. “Good thing I have the day off. I feel like shit and I have no plan of leaving this bed.” After a little while the two of you heard a knock at the apartment door. “I’m not getting up,” Holding out your fist the two of you played rock, paper, scissors for who had to get up and answer the door. Hongjoong groaned as you crushed his two fingers with your fist.

“Fuck you,” He said with a light hearted laugh before throwing off the covers and grabbing a clean pair of sweats to cover himself.

“You already did. Multiple times.”

Joong left laughing and came back with a pizza in hand. The two of you sat in bed the rest of the day, snacking on the greasy food and chasing away the hangovers and aches.

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa didn’t drink often. He preferred to be the sober one of the group; making sure no one got arrested or molested or something like that. Even when he got drunk with you, the next morning he was always the one taking care of you. He’d pop about twelve painkillers and rush around making you soup and getting medicine for your headaches.

This morning was not the normal case. Last night he and Hongjoong had gone out and come back blasted. Waking up to Hongjoong drooling on your couch was definitely not what you had expected. After kicking him out with money for a cab and a thermos of coffee you turned your attention to your now groaning boyfriend. You leaned on the doorframe and watched Seonghwa starfish and moan in the center of your shared bed.

“Morning, Toothless.”

“This is not morning. This is death. I am Death. Your Toothless is dead.”

There was no stopping the laugh that bubbled up in your chest. “What about my Seonghwa? Where is he?”

“He’s dead too. Too much vodka.”

Nodding, you played along before slinking into the bathroom and grabbing two Advil and glass of water. The cup thunked against the night stand and Seonghwa buried himself further into the blankets. “Tell your ghost there is medicine on the table.” The only answer you received was a shaky and pathetic groan from a lump of blanket. “Such a fucking drama queen,” You mumbled with a laugh.

You spent the next thirty minutes making Seonghwa hangover soup. You had found a recipe marked “For Tequila Y/n Aftermath” and assumed it should get your boyfriend back in working- or at least functioning- order.

Carefully, you brought a steaming bowl into the bedroom and forced Seonghwa to sit up against the headboard. He turned to you with puppy eyes. “Feed me?” Rolling your eyes, you reached for the bowl and gave him a spoonful. His eyes lit up with a happy smile.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Toothless.”

Yunho:

“Wake up, lovebirds!” San screamed, throwing open the curtains.

Both you and Yunho shrugged away from the light. “San, fuck off!” You mumbled, burrowing further into Yunho’s chest. You whined as he sat up. Hearing San shriek you could only assume Yunho threw a pillow at the younger boy.

“How bad is your hangover?” Yunho asked, wrapping his long arms around you.

“How bad is yours?”

“Not too bad.....” You scoffed and pinched his arm making him yelp. “Okay-that was a lie. It’s pretty bad.”

“Same here.”

Your cold fingers wrapped around the blankets and pulled them over both your heads. “Let’s never drink again.” Yunho mumbled, eyes closing. The sheets rustled as he threw one of his long legs over you, hugging you with his entire body.

You chuckled, poking your boyfriend’s puffy cheek. You could only imagine how bloated your face was. “You and I both know that’s not gonna happen.” His lips pouted in frustration, eyes still closed. Unable to resist his cuteness you leaned up and pecked his lips. One peck turned into a few. A few turned into many.

“Hey, baby?” Yunho mumbled, lying on his back. You hummed, tracing patterns on his chest. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” You laughed and let him loose from your arms. Your giant boyfriend lumbered into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Your body ached and your head was throbbing against the frame of your skull. After a few moments Yunho emerged with a wet washcloth and his breath smelling like mint tooth paste. He still looked very hungover. “Come back to bed, bear.” He crawled over, careful not to get the blankets wet with the washcloth, and rest his head on your chest.

“For you, baby.” His long fingers gingerly lay the cool cloth on your forehead, easing the headache you were having. “What do you say to a few more hours of sleep?” He asked, listening to your heartbeat. Your hands slowly ran through his hair.

“Sounds pretty damn great.”

Yeosang:

The last you had heard from Yeosang was the ten drunk voicemails he left in your inbox. You called the boys’ manager and made sure that they got home safely. A few minutes ago you received a text from Hongjoong saying all the boys were now up (at two in the afternoon). Hopping in your car, you drove over to their dorm.

“Knock knock?” You entered the dorm knowing most of the boys would be like zombies. Just as you predicted several of the boys were strewn out in the mostly still dark apartment. The second you opened the blinds they yelped, still sensitive to the light. “Where’s Yeosang?” You asked between laughs.

Mingi groaned from the couch and gestured to the kitchen. There you saw Yeosang attempting to stir something in a pot. He got tired halfway through the motion and rested his head on the counter. Quietly, you took off your coat and approached him from behind. Your boyfriend jumped almost a full foot in the air when you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “Y/n? When did you get here, honey?”

Yeosang abandoned the pot for you, choosing instead to nuzzle his head in your neck. “Just a few minutes ago.” He pulled you into a soft hug, breathing in the scent of your perfume. “So how much and what did you drink last night?” You asked with a laugh. He pulled away and drowsily looked you in the eyes.

“Ummmm....I remember lots of soju....then San made us do tequila shots.” Out of habit you pushed his soft hair out of his face as he spoke. He leaned into your hand like a moth drawn to light.

Reaching up, you felt his forehead. “Aww baby. You’ve got a little bit of a fever.” He nodded reattaching his head to the crook of your neck. Normally Yeosang was the opposite of clingy. He was shy and preferred to not flaunt his affection for you. “You want me to finish making your food, Sangie?” He pouted with a nod and shuffled so he was behind you. Picking up where he left off you began to finish his meal.

“More spice please.” He asked cutely pressing a kiss to your neck.

San:

Sweet, sweet karma. What did you do to deserve this? You thought with a grin. Everytime you had a hangover San was the first to unleash all hell at you. He played loud music in the morning. He “dropped” pans while making breakfast. But worst of all....without fail, he dragged you to the gym and made you work out with him. He claimed it was the best cure for a hangover.

Now here he lay, still completely knocked out from the night before. Your boyfriend’s legs were tangled in the sheets and his arms were wrapped tightly around a pillow, a sad replacement for your body. “Sweet revenge, you are mine.” Swiftly you kicked San’s leg only earning a groan from the man. “San,” you sang.

“What.” The man said lifting his head up and glaring at your smiling face.

“Did you have a little too much fun last night, baby?”

“No.” He simply hugged the pillow tighter and attempted to go back to sleep.

San flinched, grabbing his head as you slammed down his favorite sneakers on the nightstand. “You what the best cure for a hangover is?” Knowing he wasn’t going to answer you yanked the blankets away. San whined and groaned like a little child. “A workout.”

“NO!”

Depsite his protests, like your boyfriend had done to you many times, you now dragged him to the gym and forced him through a seemingly endless exercise routine. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight beside you. San looked terrible as he struggled to keep up with your pace on the treadmill. “You good to keep going?” He glared knowing it was not a question but his face quickly changed.

“Fuck- I’m gonna be sick.”

Jumping off the machine, San sprinted to the gym’s bathrooms, most likely to wrench his guts out. Emerging, San wiped his mouth and looked at you with a guilty smile. “What are you never ever going to do again?”

“I will never make you work out with a hangover.”

“Good,” Laughing you watched his face twist embarrassment. Regardless, he leaned down capturing your lips in a kiss. You curled away, shivering. “Okay, I love you but no more kisses until you’ve brushed your teeth and showered.”

Mingi:

Your head was pounding. Thankfully your bedroom was still dark except for the small source of light emitting from your boyfriend’s phone. “Mingi?” The boy turned hearing his name. His head was resting against the head board, colored hair sticking up in random places.

Little blue rectangles reflected the screen of his phone in his glasses. “Hi, baby,” He mumbled, voice still raw. Like the big baby he was, Mingi rolled over ontop of you, eliciting a groan from your lips.

“What time is it?”

“Early....but late....but also early...”

“Mingi are you still drunk from last night?” He shook his head, nuzzling into your neck. He was unquestionably still drunk. The boys had roped you into their crazy antics which resulted in you and Mingi drunkenly stumbling into a cab back to your apartment. Mingi did have.....a lot...to drink. Way more than you.

“Lemme get the curtains.” With a goofy smile, Mingi pecked your lips before his tall form wobbled over to the covered window. Pulling back the curtains he gasped and turned to you cutely. “Babe!” You snorted at your cute, still tipsy, boyfriend. “Shit! It’s dark outside! Did we sleep the whole day?”

Laughing, you checked your phone. “Mingi, it’s just raining. It’s only 10:00 AM.” Feeling the effects of your growing hangover you snuggled back under the covers. “Babyyyyy, come back to bed.” You whined watching Mingi mess with something on his phone.

“Noooo! I’m up! Oh my god! Y/n! Let’s dance!”

Mingi began playing a loud sound on his phone and dancing over the foot of the bed. “Baby.....you’re still drunk.” He shook his head and began singing the lyrics quite loudly. Headache spiking, you covered your ears.

Launching the nearest pillow at him quickly shut your boyfriend up. “Why did you do that?” He asked with a pout.

“Aww bub...come back to bed.” Finally obliging, Mingi crawled back into your arms and the two of you slept off the remaining effects of alcohol.

Wooyoung:

You awoke to heavenly smells of something good floating from your kitchen. Squinting at the bright light in your room you sat up and turned to see Wooyoung’s side of the bed cold and empty.

“Woo?”

Your throat was dry and scratchy as you called out to your boyfriend. It shocked you to see your usually stoic and sarcastic boyfriend rush into the room, spoon in hand. “You’re awake?” He asked quietly. You groaned as Wooyoung pounced on top of you in a bear hug. “How bad is your hangover?” He asked kissing all over your face.

“Very bad.”

“Well, you did try to drink San under the table.”

Your eyebrow quirked up and Wooyoung laughed at your sleepy face. “The question is....did I win?” He laughed even more before nodding. “Then I deem this hangover- ‘worth it’.”Gently, Wooyoung tucked his hands under your legs and lifted you up.

You were glad your sore muscles didn’t have to move much as your newly doting boyfriend carried you into the kitchen, even setting you down on a stool at the counter. This was a new side of Wooyoung you hadn’t seen.

“Whatcha cookin’, good lookin’?”

“Hangover soup just for you, love.”

You watched him cut the remaining vegetables and ingredients with expert skill and slide them across the cutting board and into the pot. Watching Wooyoung move around the kitchen like it was second nature sent a warm bubbly feeling to your chest and stomach. “Were you always this domestic?” You asked resting your chin against your palm.

A light layer of sweat rested on his forehead, pieces of black hair clinging to the skin. The steam from the pot after up onto his handsome face. “Does it turn you on?” He answered wiggling his eyebrows.

“And there is my horny, evil, chaotic Wooyoung.”

The corner of his lips lifted up in a smile as he ladled the warm homemade soup into bowls. Setting yours in front of you with a kiss on the cheek he encouraged you to eat. “You love me all the same.”

“Yes. Thank you for taking care of me,” A smile filled your face as you tried some of the soup, Wooyoung anxiously awaiting your opinion. You nodded eagerly and quickly ate the rest of the bowl, feeling better by the second.

Jongho:

“Never again. Never again will I drink.”

The phrase left your lips like a mantra as you rolled around in bed. The room was dark, blinds drawn and your head stuffed under the covers. Your whole body was sore and your head was throbbing. “Oh...shit....here it comes.” You cried feeling the contents of your stomach begin to crawl up your throat.

Rushing to the bathroom you hurled into the white porcelain bowl. You hated throwing up. Not being able to stand the vile taste in your mouth, you immediately brushed your teeth. Grabbing your phone on the way back to the warmth and comfort of your bed, you unlocked it and winced at the harsh blue light.

Pressing the device to your ear, you listened to the dial tone and awaited the sweet sound of your boyfriend’s voice. “Hi my baby!” Jongho greeted in English. Despite the piercing volume of his voice, you couldn't help but grin. How was it possible you were dating the cutest man on the entire planet. “Say hi to Atiny!” Nevermind. He was no longer cute. He put you on speaker phone.

“Hi, Atiny! Jongho, darling, take me off speaker for a sec.”

He hummed in response. “Did you just wake up? When I left you last night you tried to get me to dance the Harlem Shake with you.” You covered your face in embarrassment. You and Jongho and gone out last night and you may have had way too much to drink.

“What time is it?”

“Like.....4 pm.”

“OH MY GOD!”

Jongho’s laugh was like music to your ears. “Should I come over later? I’m done about seven-ish.” Groaning you rolled over, struggling against the urge to vomit again. “Is that a no groan, a yes groan, or I’m too hungover to speak groan?”

“You said seven? Could you bring medicine..........and pizza.....yeah. Lots of pizza.”

“So pizza, meds, anything else?”

“Nope! I love youuuu!”

Jongho chuckled over the phone. “I love you too, baby. See you later,”

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farfromharry · 3 years

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Hey, just wondering if I can request a second part of the single dad!peter?? Any scenario would be nice 🥰 if you want to ofc💕

summary: peter and theo stay at your apartment for the first time and the 3 of you enjoy a movie night

dad!peter x reader

w/c 842

a/n - part 2 to this fic!

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today had been a busy day for you. it was the first time peter was going to stay over at your place and he was bringing theo with him. so obviously, you spent most of your day cleaning and making sure anything even remotely dangerous would be out of reach for the 4 year old.

you were probably just being overdramatic, theo was 4 not a baby and you knew his dad had taught him well enough that he wouldn’t hurt himself by doing something silly.

even with your hours of preparation, you were still nervous when you heard that knock on your door.

you opened the door with a grin, meeting eyes with peter. he flashed you a smile that almost made you melt.

“there’s my favourite boy.” peter’s eyes lit up at your words, assuming you were talking about him. you ignored the pout he gave you at your words when he noticed they were directed at theo instead. you bent down to his height, wrapping your arms around the little boy.

“do i not get any love?” you giggled, letting go off theo to greet your boyfriend. you placed a quick peck on his lips before you invited the two inside, offering to take their overnight bags to your bedroom.

you came back to see theo excitedly bouncing in his spot, you giggled, catching the attention of peter who playfully rolled his eyes at his son.

“someone’s a little excited,” he explained, sending theo to go and get settled on the couch. peter followed you into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. he rested his chin on your shoulder, kissing your cheek softly.

“hi,” he whispered. your body grew hot and you were sure he noticed, little did you knew peter could also hear your heart pounding. he hadn’t told you about his abilities or that he was spiderman, and he wasn’t sure when he would, but for now he would just bask in the feeling of your heartbeat speeding up everytime he did something that gave you butterflies.

you turned around in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. you ran your fingers through the soft curls sitting on his head, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. a soft blush crept up his cheeks, his heart warming at how adorable you were.

“now,” you began, unwrapping yourself from the man in front of you. he whined quietly, not prepared to leave the warmth of your embrace. “do you want to watch a movie?” you asked, rummaging through your kitchen cupboards to find the popcorn you’d purchased yesterday. you heard a hum from behind you, turning your head to see peter watching his son carefully.

“why don’t you go pick one on the tv, and i’ll make some popcorn and sort some stuff.”

“you’re perfect, do you know that?”

»»——⍟——««

in all honesty, peter had expected to hear theo sniffling by the end of the movie, knowing that it was one that often made him cry. so he was slightly confused when the only thing he heard was the end credits playing.

he turned to look at you, his heart melting when he saw how theo had fallen asleep against your chest, and how you had fallen asleep with your cheek resting on top of theo’s head.

he had to bite his lip to hold back the tears of joy that were threatening to fall.

he decided he was going to carry the both of you to bed, starting by carefully scooping up a sleepy theo from your lap.

you shifted slightly in your sleep, curling in on yourself to try and find the extra warmth you just lost. peter cooed, gently stroking his hand over your hair until you settled.

while peter and theo had picked the movie earlier, you had gotten the little boys stuff set up in your guest room, meaning that peter could just tuck the boy in the bed.

he placed a kiss on his head, creeping out of the room as quietly as he could. his next task was getting you off the couch and to bed without waking you up.

he carefully picked you up bridal style, his superstrength making you feel like a feather. you shifted slightly and peter stilled, letting you get comfortable in his arms. he glanced down at you with a warm smile, trying to control the blush that threatened to spread throughout his entire body due to the way he was completely falling for you.

luckily for peter you had changed into comfier clothes earlier, meaning all he had left to do was get you tucked into bed.

you woke with a soft sigh, your eyes barely even opening. all you knew was that you couldn’t feel peter anymore.

“pete?” you whispered into the air. he hummed, slipping under the covers beside you. you were relieved to know he was still there. “g’night.”

he grinned, even when you couldn’t see it due to the darkness of the room.

“goodnight angel.”

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katahnisharma · 5 years

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the bookworm | t.h.

Summary: Tom keeps seeing this girl on the train, and he may or may not have found out where she works.

Warnings: it’s very soft my guys and i’ve had a rough week with bad news so I hope you guys like it let me know what you think :)

A/N: Sorry I’ve been so MIA recently, life has been tough but I'm trying to get through the asks in my inbox (no promises) and the Press Tour which has felt a little forced so I'm taking it slow thanks for being patient. Also Tumblr apparently won’t let me link things so if you’re looking for my masterlist, playlist, taglist, or writing challenge it’s in my bio ♡

Tom had been watching you for weeks.

He was fascinated by you, the cute girl on the subway. Your routes crossed in the afternoons, when Tom came back from his walk and you went for your part time shift at the bookstore across town. It was a small independent bookstore, the kind that remind you of cozy libraries and cups of hot tea. Tom had passed by it numerous times, but he hadn’t ever been interested in it until you came along.

God, you were so pretty.

The first time he saw you, you were wearing an oversized sweater, light washed jeans, a pair of brown ankle boots, and your hair was in a messy bun. A few strands escaped the hair tie and they fell around your face, framing it perfectly. Tom tried not to stare, but he couldn’t look away. It was like he was in the presence of an angel, the most perfect human being he’d ever seen. You were such a contrast, a soft warm aura in the midst of stuffy crowds of commuters.

And then there were the books.

Everytime Tom saw you, you were reading a new book. He had no idea how you did it, managing to finish a whole book in a day. But there you’d be the next day, your nose stuck in a new book. Tom smiled like an idiot when he saw you pull out another book, it made you so intriguing. Sometimes, he’d go home and look up the titles to find out what you liked to read. His brothers found out and teased him mercilessly, laughing at how whipped their older brother was for a girl who didn’t even know he existed.

So here he was, standing outside the bookstore with his heart in his hands.

There were so many things that could go wrong with this. You could have a boyfriend, you could think he was a creepy stalker, you could throw a book at him and tell him to get out. The worst fear of them all was that you’d recognize him as a famous actor and want nothing to do with him. But Tom knew that if he didn’t do this, he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

Because what if you were the one?

The door jingled as Tom stepped inside, the warm air hitting him in the face. It wasn’t as big as he’d imagined, but it was beautiful. The bookcases lined the floor, dark brown oak structures filled with multi-colored books. There were fairy lights strung across the ceiling and pictures of beautiful landscapes across the walls. In one corner was a chair next to a fireplace and a cup of tea next to it. The store looked empty, the front desk littered with books but no one behind it.

Tom ventured forward a little, smelling tea from behind the desk. It looked fresh, so someone must be about. He noticed a book on the desk and smiled to himself. The Bell Jar, the book you were reading this afternoon when he last saw you. It was a little worn, so Tom assumed it was one of your favorites. He ran the pages through his fingers and chuckled when he noticed you’d written things in the margins. Little lines of poetry or annotations to yourself. Tom had no idea how someone could be as cute as you, and he didn’t even know your name.

A noise brought his attention to the middle aisle, a bookcase with a plaque that read Romance. Tom walked over and his breath hitched. There you were, atop one of those slidey ladders he’d seen in Beauty and the Beast, looking like an angel. Your hair was loose and cascaded down your back in messy waves. You wore a pair of black overalls with embroidered flowers, a light purple shirt, and a pair of pale pink converse. A stack of books was located by your feet, which you were currently trying to shelf. Tom tried to speak, but he didn’t know what to say.

I love you, I’m in love with you and we’ve never even met.

Suddenly, you lost your footing. Your right foot caught on the last rung and you gasped as you felt yourself fall backward. Tom broke out of his daydreaming and sprung into action, catching you in his arms. You yelped, not sure where the young man had come from. And yet here he was, holding you in his arms. Your face flushed.

“Oh my god, thank you.” You said, your breath coming back to normal. Tom set you down shakily, making sure you could stand. Then you turned to face him, and you almost died then and there. You clamped a hand over your mouth to stop from screaming.

“Y-you’re Tom. Tom Holland, Spiderman. What are you... what?” You stuttered, nervous as hell. One of your favorite actors of all time was standing in front of you, and he’d just caught you from a fall. Tom stood there, trying to think of something funny or clever to say. But he took one look at your beautiful face and his senses left him.

“Yeah, I’m Spiderman. I mean Tom! Tom Holland, that’s me.” Tom said, trying to shake off how stupid he sounded. He put a hand on the bookcase behind him, trying to get some leverage. You picked up a book to hold to your chest, anything to calm you down. Out of habit, you crossed and uncrossed your ankles, just something to do.

“Wow, I can’t believe...thank you. That could have been pretty bad, it’s high up there.” You squeaked, running a hand through your hair. You were well aware you looked ridiculous, but there wasn’t much to do about it now. Tom finally managed a smile, though it was a shy one.

“Of course, no problem. Glad you’re okay.” He said, taking a small step forward. You blushed as Tom’s eyes met yours, something in them could turn you to mush. You took a step forward, still clutching the book to your chest. The smell of the books and the tea you’d left on the desk was intoxicating.

“I’ve, uh, seen you before. On the train.” Tom said, watching your eyebrows furrow. Crap, he shouldn’t have said that. Now it was all ruined, you would think he was a stalker and run him out of the store. What possible explanation could he give for knowing where you work? Could God just strike him down already?

“Me? You’ve seen me on the train? When?” You asked, not sure whether he’d seen someone else and confused it with you. After all, why would a famous actor have taken notice in you? He must have meant someone else, there was no way it was you.

“Everyday, really. You’re always on the train at the same time I am, I see you across the car. Like casually, of course.” Tom said, realizing he was revealing how obsessed he was. You giggled, surprised that someone so smooth could be so nervous around you. It was endearing, honestly.

“Oh, I’m always reading. No wonder I’ve never noticed you before.” You whisper, staring at the shelf behind him. It was so hard to look him in the eyes, you felt like a fraud. Tom should be out with Zendaya or some other celebrity. Not here in your little bookstore with someone like you.

“I know, you’re always reading a different book. Today it was The Bell Jar, right?” He asked, and you smiled at the fact that he had remembered. You walked back to your desk, Tom behind you, and put the stack of books on top to the side.

“Yes, it’s wonderful. Have you read it?” You looked to Tom who gave you a bashful grin. He had not, indeed, read the book. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d opened one. But Tom couldn’t bear to tell you that, so he told a white lie.

“Yeah, one of my favorites. I’ve read it tons of times.” He said, smiling when you did the same. You knew he’d never read The Bell Jar, but you didn’t mind. Tom was kind and that was all that mattered. You’d met plenty of men that were avid readers but unfortunately total jerks. Tom could have stared at you all day, but the little bell broke the two of you out of your trance.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Can I help you?” You asked, as the old woman smiled at the two of you. She shook her head, wandering near the fireplace. After she warmed her hands, the woman turned back and looked at the two of you.

“What a charming couple you two make.” You turned fifty shades of scarlet, Tom doing the same. The old woman walked through the bookshelves, sensing the two of you wanted some time alone. You looked to Tom, giving him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, that was so awkward. I’m sure you have someone waiting for you, I don’t want to keep you.” You checked the cash register, not trusting yourself to look at him. He was like some weakness to you, and you wanted nothing more than to get him out so life could return back to normal. Tom smiled at you, feeling at ease that you were as nervous as he was.

“Actually, that’s why I came here. You see, I’ve been seeing you for weeks and I really like you. Would you maybe want to go on a date with me?” Tom asked, searching your eyes for anything that would indicate a yes. He was so nervous, his heart pounding in his chest. There were so many ways this could go wrong, and it would have killed him to hear you say no.

You nearly fainted when you heard him speak. Tom Holland had been watching you for weeks? And he wanted to take you out on a date?

Was the world coming to an end?

“Um, a date? With me?” You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, the whole thing was unbelievable. You half expected someone to burst in with a camera saying the whole thing had been a prank. But you waited for a few seconds and nothing happened, Tom waiting for you to answer. Since you couldn’t speak, you just nodded through wide eyes.

“Thank god, I thought you’d refuse me.” Tom laughed, as you bit your lip to stop from smiling. You extended a hand across the desk, your face lit up in happiness. Tom took it, using his other hand to brush a stray hair behind your ear. You shook his hand, smiling when you felt his hand meet yours.

“Y/N, nice to meet you.”

“Tom, nice to meet you too.”

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balmasedas · 5 years

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THE TRUTH.

(SHAWN MENDES).

WARNINGS: ANGST, SWEARING.

WORD COUNT: 2,5K.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Haven't written for a while so it may be shitty. This is my first imagine here, so I hope you enjoy it! Please make me know if you do so, maybe I'll make a part 2. :')

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Thank god for makeup and alcohol. People like you needed it. Well, people in your situation, you deduced, cause it wasn't part of your nature to get extremely drunk. A radical change of plans, a sudden turn in the oceanic currents —you were sure many could relate.

But, then again, how many were secretly dating a superstar? And how many had to bear their lovers being publicly, and falsely, in another relationship? A better question was: How many of them could get through it? You had done it for over almost a year now. Six months of being silent —no, muted. You were a shadow, a secret.

You had done everything you could. When Shawn had asked if it was ok, you had nodded. You knew that success was part of his dream, and if a little white lie could contribute to that, then... whatever, right? After all you hadn't gone public and it was supposed to be only for a while. Two months top.

But two months turned into three. Your pleasent smiles turned into frowns. Silence turned into screams and discussions with him that drained you completely of energy. "I'm your girlfriend.", "I'm your boyfriend and you should support me.", and yada, yada, yada.

Then Shawn wasn't living with you anymore. He was on tour and you would've been fine with it if you hadn't went through tons of pictures of him passionately kissing Camila, walking hand-to-hand literally everywhere. And you started to wonder if they were even pretending anymore.

Apparently not.

Your first therapy was to dance to music in the apartment that you shared and pretend to not worry about it, but his scent was everywhere. Memories were too hunting, thoughts were too loud and your cries were unstoppable.

A club was the second obvious choice, you decided that night.

The first half of it you were with your friends, and yet you still felt utterly lonely.

The second part, you drank it all, and you felt carelessly free. Everyone was beautiful, everyone was your friend. The lights were pretty, the music was great and you were fucking ecstatic. No Shawn Mendes.

"Two Marg–marga shit ass." you laughed at your own word game. The bartender knew you should call it a night but who was he to deny you more poison? You recieved the drink and struggled to catch the straw with your tongue.

"Here." a hand appeared from your left and helped you take the straw with your mouth. You drank a bit and looked who was the misterious assistent: A guy. He looked older than you, thought the lights and your drunkness forbid you of guessing his age with more precision. You could, though, see his mocking and handsome smile. "You're a mess."

You smirked. "I'm single." Yes, shamelessly flirt, go fuck him and make Shawn pay.

"You are?" Unfortunately, you weren't that drunk. And you went from happy drunk to sad drunk.

"No. I'm not–tsk." you pouted. "I have a boyfriend." your forehead wrinkled "I think."

"What do you mean?"

"He's a celebrity and that shit. Shawn Mendezzz? You know him?" The name rang a bell, apparently. More than it, because the man's posture completely shifted.

"Yeah." he nodded. "And don't get me wrong, you're beautiful, but you aren't his girlfriend. Unlless you're Camila Cabello." that sparked anger inside of you.

"Of courrrrrse not, shtupid!" you poked his chest. Then you proceeded to clumsily reach inside your dress, between your breasts, and took out your phone. The device read your fingerprint and you shoved it in his face. "Look!" you weren't anymore aware of what you were really doing. You just smiled proudly at the photo of you and Shawn kissing in front of a beach sunset. It was your favorite picture. One of the last ones you had taken months ago, when both of you were still happy. "Yeah, Carmela Cabitch is only a– a promo! She's fake and shit!" you went to your inbox and looked for Shawn's chat. "Here! lmao! See?" You showed him his messages, where you talked of the PR stunt, of how he promised it would all be over soon. You were too busy laughing hysterically to notice this guy taking his phone out. "I'm a fucking no one so!" you shrugged, happily. As if you had no choice. He laughed with you and asked for a round of something, that you didn't hear, but when the glass of alcohol was set in front of you, you welcomed it.

He raised his cup towards you, "Cheers for... the truth. May everyone hear it soon."

You giggled and cheered with him. "Whatever dude." you emptied your glass. And you kept drinking and drinking. The man was with you for the rest of the night. He was fun, actually. You had fun.

So much fun that you let him keep your phone until you said goodbye.

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There was a buzz. An annoying and incesant buzz. You had heard it too many times for not being able to recognize it as your own phone but you were too tired to do something about it. Your face was buried in the pillow, you were spread like a starfish on the bed with one leg hanging over the side. Too comfy to move.

You groaned when you had to stretch your arm and reject the person who was calling you non-stop. You thought you had found peace for your headache finally, but the phone started vibrating again. And you were fucking done. Your reached for it and squinted your eyes for the sudden light in your eyes. You thought your sleepy state had fooled you at first and made you see things that weren't there but a few blinks confirmed what was right in front you.

Over 5K twitter notifications.

Over 1K on Instagram.

Hundreds of messages.

Dozens of missed calls from Shawn, your best friend, your mom.

You quickly sat up. You brushed the hair out of your face. You suddenly felt sick and it wasn't because of the hangover. You had a bad feeling cause that didn't happen unless something was really, really wrong.

You went to your messages. Your mom was asking if you were okay, she was worried, "it's not your fault" she stated. Your bestfriend had texted "hmu as soon as you read this.". She had also called you a few times. Then your dad and last, but not least, Shawn. You were extremely anxious. His calls and messages were the most, and he was the one you'd rejected a few minutes ago. If something was wrong, it had too do with him:

"Y/N."

"Y/N pick up."

"R u ok?"

"How could you do this?"

"You fucked up. You fucked us all up."

"Jesus Christ, pick up!"

"What the fuck?" You murmured. Your hand went from your stomach to your mouth. You opened twitter, cause everytime something happened it was there first. 'Shawn Mendes' was trending, 'Camila' too, your fucking name was trending third and in 5th place was the word 'PR'.

You immediatly knew what it was, but how?

You started reading the tweets involving your boyfriend.

"I knew Shawmila was PR!!!1 I called it first but lol, how could Shawn's gf sell him like that. Yikes"

"Y/N was clearly jealous but how can you fucking expose your boyfriend?????? like????? You agreed to it, didn't you?"

"I know it was fake, but Shawn was better with Camila than a snake like Y/N. #Facts"

And the tweets got worst and worst, but not a million of them could prepare you to see your pictures all over twitter. Your photos kissing Shawn, him with your family. The screenshots of your texts. His and your intimacy violated by the world. The insults did nothing in comparision of the pain you felt then.

In the middle of desperation, you started wondering what did you do wrong, if anything could compromise your privacy the night before and suddenly everything came back: The man. The man stole your shit straight from your phone. You were so stupid, so drunk you didn't noticed.

Your hand went from your core to your face. You sprinted to the bathroom and emptied everything from your stomach on the toilet.

You were there for a few minutes, lying on the floor, crying, to weak to get up. Your phone started buzzing again, and you were ready to ignore it again when you remembered: "Shawn." you got up so fast you almost tripped. You put on a hoodie and pants over your pijama, went to the living room and dialed Shawn's number. You had to talk to him. You needed to explain yourself desperately.

"Please, pick up, pick up, pick up." you mumbled while searching your shoes. Suddenly, a ringing echoed in your apartment. And not any ringing, Shawn's. It was Shawn's tone for your calls.

You turned your head and there he was: Coming out of the kitchen with a glass of water. You would've jumped to his arms, it would've been normal if it wasn't for his face. You've never seen like that. You wish you never did.

"Shawn I–" you started but he stopped you midsentence.

"Had to take a flight all the way from Japan just to be here." he offered you the water and you drank it, with the pill that luckily would help with the headache. He observed you in silence. You felt little under his eyes, painfully ashamed of what was happening. You couldn't stop the tears from flowing again and sobbing with the glass still in your mouth. "Don't, please. You'll choke."

He gently took the glass away from you and you covered your face.

"I'm so sorry. I–I–"

"You what? Y/N" any hopes of discussing with calmness dissapeared when he raised his voice. You couldn't hold in your sadness and he couldn't hide hise anger. "Do you know what this means?! For all of us?!" you crossed your arms over your stomach.

"I saw it."

"You saw it? They're destroying you. Look." Shawn turned the TV on and did a quick zapping over most of the news channel. Half of them focused on Shawn and Camila's stunt, half of them focused on you. You tensed your jaw and looked at an empty point on the floor. Shawn said something else, but you couldn't focuse on his words as you recalled what started it all.

"How much more can I be destroyed?" you whispered. Shawn turned the TV off and looked at you, somewhere between concerned and taken aback.

"What?"

"Yeah, you heard well. What's a bit more of pain? I mean, everybody is hating me but at least they know who I am, right?" Shawn scrubbed his face and you could practically see the words inside his mind: Not again. But weren't you telling the truth? You wouldn't be in that situation if it wasn't for the contract extending that long. If Shawn had the decency to not push you to a side, you wouldn't have gotten drunk and the secret wouldn't be out.

"We already went through this!"

"No we didn't!" you screamed. Shawn stared at you speechless "We didn't talk it out! You just avoided it, and avoided it until I wasn't part of the picture anymore." At this point your face was drenched in tears. The sobs were painful but, at the same time, you felt free. You had contain your anguish for too long.

"You know I had no choice!"

"Yes you did!" you poked his chest with anger "You had the choice of calling me, of reaching out to me! You were travelling the world with Camila and I suddenly didn't existed. The contract said you had to pretend to be with her, not stop loving me."

"I never stopped loving you, what the hell are you talking about? I kept in touch with you."

You laughed. For the first time you laughed, but it wasn't filled with joy. You were frustrated, furious. You advanced a few steps and stood before him, chest to chest.

"You bet?" you asked low "Pick up your phone, Shawn." no movement. "Pick up you god damn phone. You'll find my fucking texts, my fucking calls and only fucking me caring for us."

"I forgot to call you a few times. That. Was. It."

"That was it." you repeat, nodding with your head, as you finally understand. "Then this is it."

Shawn blinked a few times.

"What?" he mumbled. Your eyes got teary, his too. You don't have to watch it anymore as you strode to your bedroom.

You grabbed a suitcase from your closet and started throwing some clothes in it. Shawn called your name a few times and stopped at that door.

"What are you doing?" he asked. You knew his tones enough to guess that he's scared.

"Going to my mom's. We're done." you laughed and corrected yourself "I'm done."

"What? No, no, no. This isn't over. If anything I should be the one quitting, you fucked this all by selling me." you turned abruptly, but your voice wasn't strong or determined. If it was even possible, something else shattered inside of you. You knew he was affected by happened, but never did you imagined that he'd believe what they were saying.

"You really think I am capable of hurting you on purpose?" you choked out a sob. Tears started falling again.

What he didn't said was enough. You slowly nodded.

"Y/N" he murmured, when you grabbed the suitcase and passed beside him. You walked to the door and his voice, again, this time did stop you. "Y/N, stay. Let's talk. Please."

You vaguely dried the tears on your face with your hand and turned around. It took all of your strength to look at him.and talk: "I was drunk. Was it my fault? Maybe. I don't know. Maybe I should've not drown myself in alcohol. But there were two people in this relationship. I tried to talk to you and you just didn't listen. You just didn't—" Shawn was crying now. His jaw was locked, his hands tugging tightly his hair. You wished you could erase that image from your head.

"Please, Y/N. Shit! I'm so sorry. We can work this out. I believe you, baby, but don't go. I beg."

You smiled with a certain nostalgia. Your memories were holding you in, hope had it's role too. But was there really hope for you both? If he really loved you, you both wouldn't be standing there. If he really loved you, he would've taken five minutes of his day to talk to you. Your heart was aching, and you've had enough. It was the fact that he evidently didn't love you that made you took a step out.

You slowly closed the door, but not before hearing his now-loud cries. "Goodbye, Shawn."

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theliterarywolf · 5 years

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So... Let's talk about Hetalia. Controversies, Specifically.

Tagging @apply-force-too-begin since they’re the one who was interested.

Hetalia was one of my first big fandoms outside of 'The Big Three' anime (Naruto, Bleach, One Piece) and outside of video games (mostly whatever wee babby weeaboo me could get on the Gamecube).

And, you know what? It's a dumb, silly anime about stereotypes, poking fun at the absurdities of History, and one's relationships with clashing cultures. It's dumb... But, remember, we all need our daily thirty minutes of dumb. And some of the characters are cute.

And, you know what? Most of the most engaging aspects of the fandom were those who used the initial shallow splash of history that the anime gave them to actually research and make engaging, well-written, culturally-sensitive content.

Of course, I'm not going to ignore how... Over-the-top some members of the fandom have been. We've seen how, whenever recent political conflict or natural disaster have occurred, we have to remind younger members of the Hetalia fandom to not cutsiefy it with the Hetalia characters. Examples that come to mind are: when the conflict between Russia and Ukraine was surging up, kids kept trying to draw art of 'Russia just wants his big sister back~!', and the last major earthquake that hit Japan that had people making fanart of the Japan character which, while some was tasteful and was meant to bring awareness and donations for Disaster Relief, not... all of it was...

Hell, that’s not even bringing into account the last time I went to Anime Expo (way back during Hetalia’s hayday), I was walking around and saw a bunch of Russia and Baltic State cosplayers being interviewed by the news and the one dressed up in a USSR uniform was holding up a Communist flag and shouting ‘Whoo! SOVIET TAKEOVER!!’

However, one thing that I have noticed, while researching for this write-up, was this:

Most of the controversies and pieces of fandom-wank that have surrounded Hetalia and its fandom... Aside from one instance... Are the results of the Western-fandom and Western-localization of the anime via Funimation.

Aside from one... Most of the issues surrounding Hetalia are due to the West and not even the source media in of itself.

So, with that in mind, let's talk about the main controversies of both Hetalia and its fanbase.

Controversy 1 – The South Korea Controversy/Protests

As I recently answered a question about this, so I'll just pull that answer for this segment:

'To summarize it: there’s a Hetalia character meant to represent South Korea. As every Hetalia character has a gag related to them (America gorges himself on fast food and constantly proclaims himself to be the Hero, Italy is cowardly, Germany is constantly angry, China constantly builds Chinatowns wherever he goes and sells bootleg merchandise, etc), so did S. Korea.

His gag was calling all the other Asian countries ‘big brother’ as well as groping the chests of male characters (China and Japan mostly), proclaiming ‘these mountains belong to South Korea, da ze!’

Of course, people would draw pictures of S. Korea doing his thing but one day during a meeting between a bunch of South Korean politicians and representatives, someone brought out a piece of fanart that depicted S. Korea groping Japan’s chest with the latter looking embarrassed and what not.

They interpreted the character as being an offensive, lecherous stereotype that was somehow belittling S. Korea’s worth as a country.

There were a bunch of small protests until, finally, Himaruya Hidekazu (the creator of Hetalia) just decided to say “you know what? Fine! I’m not getting rid of the character but he’ll never appear in the anime adaptation, okay?!’

So… Yeah! Fun times…'

Magnitude of Controversy – MAJOR

Like... In what universe is 'this meme hurt my feewings, we need to take VALUABLE TIME DURING GOVERNMENT FORUMS to talk about it RATHER THAN OTHER PRESSING ISSUES' a good response? And the fact that people took to the streets to protest? Come on, guys! There's so much more to worry about in this world...

Controversy 2 – Emperor Heliogabalus and Himaruya's 'Transgender Erasure'

There was a section of time where Himaruya Hidekazu, rather than focusing on the nation characters of the series, made chapters and updates about certain historical figures. They were all done for laughs while interspersing various bits of trivia and facts about them.

One of these updates centered around the Roman emperor Heliogabalus (or 'Elagabalus'). And this is where certain portions of this hellsite got soooooo upset...

You see, Himaruya titled the update centered on Heliogabalus as 'The Emperor Who Tried to Live as a Woman... Even Though He Was Really a Guy'.

Almost immediately people were typing up callout posts about how 'transphobic' Himaruya was for the title and 'how dare he misgender my precious trans baby~!' or 'this just goes to show how ignorant Japanese people are to Western history' and so many more, all because Himaruya didn't use out-and-out female pronouns for Heliogabalus.

Now. Mm, two things!

One! This was during the time when Himaruya had an open blog where, not only did he post pictures and updates about where in the world he was traveling and what he was researching, but it also had an inbox that was open for people to send insight to him.

So, if people were really incensed by this, you would think that they would use such a means to let a creator know 'hey, this is kind of problematic; can you edit it to show this information', right?

Right?

NO ONE tried to inform Himaruya of their upset; they literally didn't want an answer, they just wanted to be upset!

But, here's the kicker: the guy that all of these people were stanning for? Emperor Heliogabalus?

WASN'T FUCKING TRANS!!

The real Heliogabalus was a sadistic little shit who was connivingly put on the throne by his mother via a bunch of espionage and assassinations... Who, as thanks, had his own mother murdered once he was emperor. Other wonderful exploits of this 'icon' that tumblr kids decided to stan was:

Getting politicians and countrymen drunk and then, while they were passed out, brought in lions to kill and eat them

Deciding 'fuck Jupiter, Helios is my husbando – We're all going to worship him now!'

Completely wrecking Rome's monetary system

Promising favors to his lovers (whom he called his 'husbands' despite not making anything official) that strictly contradicted favors to his other lovers

And just generally being a hot mess

So... why were tumblr children so insistent on him being a transgender woman?

You ready for this?

Okay.

Because he occaisionally dressed in women's clothing and called his male lovers his 'husbands'.

Yeah.

One of the earliest case of tumblr children trying to ruin someone's life because they didn't follow their headcanons.

Magnitude of Controversy – Honestly, this was just fandom-wank. But it was one of the earlier instances of fandom brats using serious terms (transphobia) to justify being upset at a creator not following their headcanons.

Controversy 3 – The Passover Photoshoot

…

I'm sorry, just...

Everytime I remember or have to go over this one, I have to stop and reflect; maybe grab a drink.

…

Okay.

So, pretty early into the Western reaches of the Hetalia fandom, a group of friends and Hetalia fans decided to meet up together at a mall for a cosplay photoshoot.

Okay. Cool. Fine.

They were all dressed up as their favorite characters from the series! Germany, Austria, Hungary, P-Prussia, Holy... Roman Empire...

Ahem. Okay. Cool. Fine.

So, they get to the mall and start taking pictures. But then someone in the group gets the amazing idea for everyone to do certain poses.

I... You know, why did I start this, I could have just not done thi--

Nazi salutes. You had a bunch of dumb kids dressed up as Germanic nations. Performing Nazi salutes and shouting 'Heil Hitler'.

Now, as bad as this was... you could have just drawn it out as shitty edgelord humor; we still have plenty of that going on today.

H-however. There were two factors that made this photoshoot 50 Shades of Tasteless.

Number one. This photoshoot took place during Passover.

And number two. The mall that this photoshoot took place at...

WAS JUST A HOP, SKIP, AND A JUMP FROM THE UNITED STATES HOLOCAUST MUSEUM!!!

This is the one, THE ONE, instance where, anytime someone talks about 'lol, young Hetalia fans are so cringey', this is what pops into my head.

Those of us older members of the fandom can never fucking forget this. Yeah, the perpetrators were called out; yeah, they learned their lessons, yeah it opened up a conversation about appropriate behavior in fandom. But this one event will always remain as the big 'Ooh, baby, nooooo! What are you doing?!' moment in the fandom.

Even moreso than what the current batch of hatedum is about.

Magnitude of Controversy – Huge. The South Korea controversy was discussed on a governmental scale, but the Passover Photoshoot is what remains as the biggest mark on the fandom.

Controversy 4 - FUCKING FUNIMATION!!

Okay, I...

This one is so infuriating because it’s the result of Funimation just not giving a DAMN.

So, Hetalia got popular enough to be localized! Yay... And it was going to be handled by Funimation. Yay... They do quality work... Sometimes.

*kicks the Black Butler dub into the sun*

So, they dubbed Hetalia. And, you know what? So many questionable decisions went into this fucking dub.

You have Vic Mignogna! You! *clap* Have! *clap* Vic! *clap* Mignogna! You could have easily put him as one of the Axis characters or the Allied characters and you...

Don’t use him...

Until three seasons down the line...

And then you have him as Greece.

A character who barely says anything.

... And this was WAY before the clusterfuck of KickVic, so they really had no excuse.

Oh, also! For China, who is a main character, maybe we should have an actual voice-actor?

Pssh! Fuck that shit, let’s just have some random chick from accounting voice him.

... They literally had some random-chick from accounting do an overly stereotypical Chinese accent and said ‘yeah, that’s fine; print!’

And she gave us such... wonderful line-reads as: during the Hetalia movie Paint It, White! --

“SUCK BALLS! I knew za fortune cookie today was bad ruck~!”

But as bad as the dub got sometimes (Oh God, I’m having war flashbacks of Russia...), the exchange from the dub that people constantly point to as ‘see! This show was antisemitic all along!’ were these:

Exchange 1 -

S. Italy/Romano - ‘Hey asshole, I have a surprise for you~!’

Germany - ‘What is it? Another Jew?’

And, you know what? As asinine and idiotic as that brief exchange was...

IT WASN’T IN THE ORIGINAL MATERIAL!

Funimation, in their infinite wisdom, wrote that in and thought ‘yeah, that’s fine; print!’

So, there goes another issue of ‘problem that only existed because of the idiocy of a Western presence’.

Magnitude of Controversy - Well, people are still talking about it, despite it literally being because of Funimation’s laziness, so...

'Controversy' 5 – The Civil War fanart

So, this segment will be short because it doesn't even need to exist. But, you may have noticed an upsurge in people hating on the series again; even going so far as to raid Discord servers for fans of the series with gore.

Hell, I even scrolled past one person doing a 'call to arms' for people to spam any server that has to do with Hetalia as a big 'gotcha'.

And you wanna know where this fandom-wank started?

Someone on tumblr re-posted an old piece of... questionable chibi fanart of Confederate!America and Union!America. Union!America is hiding a slave woman behind him while shouting at Confederate!America to 'Pick your own damn cotton!'

(deep breath... okay)

And, while the art in of itself is... not great, the fact that it is an old piece of fanart and that someone posted it onto tumblr for the 'lol, look at this cringe' lolz, is what rallied some people to start shitting on fans of the show and raiding servers.

There also may have been some drama over on picrew by some teenage LGBT user lashing out at the whole 'stop spamming Picrew with gay shit' sentiment and then some edgelord over on this hellsite screencapping their game and talking about 'lol, of course it would be a cringey Hetalian to post some dumb shit like this; get off the site, queer' but, honestly, this last one, while being the reason why people are acting dumber than usual, is the most inconsequential.

Magnitude of the Controversy – It would be minimal at best, especially compared to the other ones in this write-up, but like I said, it does have some trickling into the current hatedumb.

So, yeah, here was my little write-up/mini-dive into the madness. You guys can let me know if you want more insight or if you have any questions, and I love you and buh-bye!

#fandom-wank #fandom history

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mitchsmarners · 5 years

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LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING [SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF]

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier chapter count: 1/5 summary: eddie kaspbrak runs an advice blog online, and he finds that maybe he’s starting to develop feelings for the cute, regular anon he gets gushing about their crush. meanwhile, richie tozier opens up his heart about falling in love to an anonymous advice blogger. read on ao3.

Eddie wondered if it was a little sad how excited he got when the message in his inbox started with a little purple heart emoji. Because his little heart definitely jumped in his chest every time he saw it at the front, and that message always got instant priority over whatever else was in his inbox.

omg cute boy did the most perfect thing today. i dont even have a genuine question here, or anything i just need to express how perfect this tiny human is and i think all my friends are tired of hearing about gfhdlgfhakjahsjlga i wanna hold his stupid tiny hand.

Eddie smiled to himself, clicking on the reply button. The past few weeks, Eddie’s spur of the moment advice blog had suddenly gained a ridiculous amount of popularity after a screenshot of one his posts had made its way onto a Buzzfeed article. With all the new followers, a great influx of messages had come along as well. Including this specific purple heart emoji anon, who seemed to be completely and utter smitten with somebody who worked in the same place as he did. And Eddie well, maybe Eddie was a little in love with how in love his anon was. Or maybe he wanted somebody to love him that much.

“Good moooooorning, beautiful!”

Eddie startled, quickly slamming the lid of his computer down. His advice blog was a top secret of his, the only person who knew he did was his best friend from high school, Mike. They’d both made blogs back in the early years of high school, and Eddie had clung to his as a perfect escape from the bullshit of the real world. He didn’t think Mike still used it, but he was the only person who knew that Eddie used his. And what he used it for.

Richie worked at the Starbucks across from Eddie’s store in the mall, and he’d seemed to latch onto Eddie on his very first day on the job. They were both college students trying to make ends meet with part time jobs when they weren’t in their classes or sleeping, and Richie had declared them kindred spirits. That had been almost two years earlier, and Eddie had officially been selling skinny jeans and sweaters to teenager girls for way too long.

“Sure slammed that shut pretty quick,” Richie commented with a small whistle. He raised his eyebrow and cocked his lips up into half a grin. His small overbite was barely obvious from that smile, but it was still annoying adorable. Eddie supposed that must things were annoyingly adorable about Richie Tozier. “Are you looking at porn on the job, Kaspbrak? Or do you just have deep dark hidden secret out there on the Internet?”

Eddie flushed. “You’re not supposed to be behind the counter.”

Richie held his hands up in defense, each one holding a Starbucks cup and rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll just take your iced coffee back over to work and dump it out then.”

“You’ll do no such thing!” Eddie cried, flopping forward in his chair to make grabby hands at smaller cup. Richie let out a laugh and handed the drink to Eddie, tucking his own empty hand into the back pocket of his jeans.

Eddie took a sip of the drink and let out a loud sigh. Richie had perfected his drink to the point where Eddie wouldn’t go to Starbucks if Richie wasn’t working. On the nice days when Richie’s shift started before Eddie’s, Eddie wouldn’t have to get up and get it himself at all. “Are you done now?” Eddie asked, glancing at the clock on the wall behind him. It was a little after noon, a bit early for Richie to be finished his shift but he knew that Richie did like to take shorter shifts during exam season.

“Nah. Not done until three.” Richie said, sipping at his red-coloured, syrupy iced drink that Eddie was never brave enough to ask what was in it. “I’m going on my break. Want to go see the outside world with me and remember what it’s like to be free?”

Eddie clucked his tongue, and turned on the chair to look at his coworker, Kay. “Is it okay if I go on my break now?” It was a little early to Eddie to take a break, and he knew he’d probably regret it later when he had to move through the last several hours of his shift in one go, but he was still going to jump at the chance.

Kay looked up from the binder of the summer sales that were coming in, and smirked as she caught sight of Richie standing with Eddie. “Yeah, we’re completely dead,” Kay replied. “I’m not sure why Barb insists on scheduling two people in the middle of the day when our entire target audience is in school.”

“K thanks!” Eddie jumped down from the chair, sticking his tongue out at Kay as Richie turned around. He supposed that his raging crush on the lankier guy hadn’t exactly been subtle over the last year or so, but it was subtle enough that Richie hadn’t seemed to notice and that was what mattered in the long run.

He remembered how annoyed he’d been when he’d realized that he’d fallen for the stupid barista boy like a goddamn internet cliche. But then again, Eddie had never claimed to be anything more than an Internet cliche, so what the point in fighting it? He’d let himself fall full forward into liking Richie, and found that he enjoyed Richie even more than he’d originally realized. Once he stopped fighting his crush, and let himself genuinely find Richie funny and amusing, life became so much lighter.

Richie jumped up onto the curb stop once they’d gotten outside, and swung his leg around while drinking from the red drink of death. “So... are you going to invite me to Mike’s party this weekend?”

Eddie raised one eyebrow, a challenge. “I’m assuming that since you’re asking about it, that Mike has already asked you.”

“Well, yeah.” Richie huffed, but he was still smiling. “But you didn’t ask me, Eddie. And that hurts. I thought we were lovers.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, but he knew that he was blushing. “I don’t know whatever gave you that idea, Richard, but I’ll have you know that I didn’t invite anybody to this party. Because it’s Mike’s party, for his weird fuckboy boyfriend. I just happen to live in the same house as that party. I’ll be spending it in my room, probably watching re-runs of the Office with Chinese food.”

Richie jumped off the curb and landed in front of Eddie. “Well then- invite me to that.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “You want to spend your Saturday night sitting alone with me watching the Office?”

“My favourite show with my favourite boy?” Richie reached out and pinched Eddie’s cheeks. Eddie swatted him away with a grumble. “Honestly, I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather do on Saturday. It’s not like I’d be drinking anyway.”

Eddie nodded, knowing all about Richie’s long and poor history with alcohol that had peaked the year before they’d met. Still though... parties seemed like something Richie enjoyed, as somebody who thrived on social environments. “You're welcome to come over and watch the Office with me,” Eddie said with small smile. “And I promise I won’t be offended when you ditch me for the music and chatter of half the school in my tiny living room.”

Richie tossed an arm around Eddie’s shoulder and pulled him into him. “I would never ditch my Eds!”

xxx

“I swear,” Richie said, gesturing towards Eddie’s small bedroom television set. They were both laying together, Eddie’s small enough that they were pressed together from top to bottom. It wasn’t the first time they’d been seated in Eddie’s bed like this, but it made Eddie’s heart race everytime. “It takes Pam and Jim longer to get together every time I want this show.”

Eddie let his head lull to the side, crinkling up his nose. He, personally, could barely hear the show over the raging music from the party outside the walls. Mike had promised to try and keep it down for them, but Eddie hadn’t really expected much. “They get together in the same episode every time.”

“Yes, Edward.” Richie rolled his eyes, letting his hand come down and start to fiddling with the rainbow pride rope bracelet that Eddie always wore on his left wrist. “In my old age, I just find myself a little less tolerant of all this slowburn. They’re obviously soulmates, why must we sit through so much bullshit when they should just have gotten together at the start?”

Eddie chuckled, hoping Richie couldn’t feel his blood rushing under his hold on his wrist. “I like the slowburn. It’s interesting, you know? Two people who obviously right for each other but had to the get the timing right too. That’s the whole part of it. I think Jim and Pam wouldn’t have been nearly as interesting and powerful as couple if they’d gotten together right at a beginning and never had to like... really go through it together.”

“I just don’t think love should always have to be such a struggle.” Richie said, moving on from playing with Eddie’s bracelet to simply rubbing at Eddie’s wrist. “Why can’t just once I see a couple get together and then nothing bad ever happens, the end.”

Eddie smiled softly. “Why, Richard Tozier, I didn’t know you were such a closet romantic.”

“There’s lots you don’t know about me, Eds.” Richie tilted his head back down and smiled at him. Eddie blinked sleepily at him, letting his smile turn slightly confused. Richie let out a sigh. “Like, uh... I probably never told you this, but I think the best decision I ever made was going over to talk to you that day when you surrounded by all those preteens that were freaking out that you guys were sold out of those new Kardashian jeans.”

Eddie groaned, head falling into Richie’s neck. He told himself he imagined that Richie’s seemed to jump underneath him at the pressure of Eddie’s body.“Oh my God, that was the worst fucking day.”

“Wow,” Richie chuckled, moving Eddie’s body with his. Richie had always been a touchy feely friend, but Eddie didn’t think they’d ever been this close. “Guess I’ll just die.”

“Obviously the only good part of the day was the big gangly losers coming over and handing me a coffee even thought he’d never met and wasn’t sure how I even took it.” Eddie laughed, shifting so he could look at him, chin resting on Richie’s chest.

“Hey.” Richie waggled his eyebrows. “I made a wicked iced coffee that day.”

“It was edible.” Eddie said dryly. “But I think I was so high on anxiety, you could have handed me hot piss in a cup and I would’ve drank it without a second thought.”

“That’s disgusting,” Richie laughed, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “I thought I was supposed to be the disgusting one.”

Eddie’s entire face flushed. “You’re not that disgusting.”

Something odd and soft came over Richie’s face, and he was leaning closer... closer... Eddie took in a shaky breath, closed his eyes...

A loud crash, followed by Mike swearing, broke them apart. Eddie rolled his eyes and paused the show. “Want to help me kick some ass?”

“Every single person in that room could kill me with one punch,” Richie replied, smiling cheekily. “But I would happily die in a fight for my Eddie Spaghetti.”

“Oh my God, fucking gross, how many times do I need to tell you not to call me that?”

“At least once more, apparently.”

xxx

After Richie and the party guests had all gone home, Eddie quickly logged into his blog and clicked onto his ask box. Right at the top was a message from the purple heart.

fuck i almost kissed the cutie today! he seemed into it but this stupid party interrupt it and now im like??? do i try to kiss him again or was i over thinking it? ah ah ah pls send help. i need a whole army of strong men to carry me through this.

Eddie frowned.

#reddie #reddie fic #my writing #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #lmtys #:D

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pettyprocrastination · 5 years

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I Don’t Think We’re On Earth-65 Anymore Cop!Frank Castle x Spider!Reader

Summary: Maria and the kids are worried about Frank. He gets to work on his case with a new partner.

@jarvis-ismy-copilot @wolfmothar @majorcdanvers @marvelobsessedteen

Chapter Nine

“We heard about what happened on the news.” Maria’s tone was sympathetic through the phone. “How are you holding up Frank?”

“Alright.” He replied. “It’s all, overwhelming. But I’ll manage.”

He and Maria had a healthy relationship. Eventually the realized that as a couple, they didn’t work. There was no hard feelings in the divorce, she was a lovely friend and a lovely mother. He saw the kids every other weekend and often called Maria to catch up with her. He saw her as family, but not a lover. She felt the same.

After the robbery, the death of Jitterbug had been shown on every paper and screen in the country. The entire world seemed to stop and weep for the lost heroine. She had always been Lisa’s favorite, it might had been because of how much she interacted with her father. Since his meeting with Spider-woman Frank ignored his phone and kept his tv turned off. He didn’t need another reminder of yesterday. It was replaying in his head again and again, her face scrunching up in pain, screaming loudly and then nothing.

“We’re going to the memorial today, if you want to come.” Maria told him. “I’m sure it would help the kids to see you during it all.” She sounded tired. No doubt her hair a mess and bags under her eyes. When the news broke she hated herself for it, but she felt relieved. Everytime she turned on the news and heard of robberies or villains causing chaos, she prayed he wouldn’t get killed. When the news broke she thanked god that he was safe, but when she heard her daughter cry from her bedroom her heart broke into a million pieces.

“I’ll uh, I’ll try. I've got a new case so-”

Maria sighed, she was probably pinching the bridge of her nose. It was a look he had seen so many times he could picture it in his head perfectly by now.

“Jesus christ Frank you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Sadly no.”

“I mean, you almost died yesterday!” Her voice was a harsh whisper. She didn't want to alert the kids of the conversation with their father. God he felt like the biggest piece of shit in New York. “Can’t you give yourself a moment of rest?”

“This one is top priority M, I can't rest just yet.”

“Okay well,” Her voice was soft and scared. Scared that her best friend and the father of her children would work himself to death, a death he narrowly avoided just yesterday. “Me and the kids worry for you Frank. Just remember you have a family here for you, one that needs you.”

“I will M. I’ll see you soon.” He hung up and sighed. If only he could tell her the truth.

He and Spider-Woman decided to keep Jitterbug’s disappearance a secret. It would be easier to investigate how to get her back and quite frankly, kept a lot of villains out of their way. The moment she’s announced alive many will surge forward to try and kill her again. That was a headache he didn’t need.

He looked toward the masked vigilante, who had been waiting for him to finish the call. “Alright spider-kid. Where we going?”

Spider-woman groaned. “Alright, you want this partnership to work you need to learn a world called respect.”

He smirked.“That’s a pretty big world for a sixth grader.”

She flailed her arms around as if to say “SEE?” and he rubbed his face.

“Okay you're right, I’ll uh, I’ll keep it civil. Just until she gets back.”

Spider-woman snorted and bumped shoulders with him. “If only she could see us now. Teaming up together.” He laughed along with her.

“Oh she would have a fit no doubt. Never thought I’d see the day.”

“You know,” Spider-woman tried to find something to bond over. To build some sort of camaraderie between the two. “We call you nicknames behind your back.”

He looked down at her with a light smile.“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, she calls you Captain Tight-ass.”

His shoulders shook with laughter. He isn't all that surprised by it.“That so?”

“Mhm!” Spider-woman chirped, as she spoke she stood in place but rocked back and forth on her heels. It was little mannerisms like these that made him realize just how she really was. “But to be honest, I think it’s because she has a crush on you.”

“I’m sorry what?”

Spider-Woman jumped off the roof and flipped onto another one. “No time to talk, we have a case to crack!”

“You can’t just-Goddamnit spider-shit get back here!”

Heyo! Another chapter posted and we are back on schedule my friends! Mentally I’m kind of feeling like hot garbage today so If yall wanna spam me with some jitterbug requests for side fics or headcanons about our gal and frank it’d actually make my day lmao. Just remember my inbox is always open for requests, comments, critiques or just saying hello! I hope you all have a lovely day <3

#frank castle #frank castle imagine #frank castle x reader #punisher #punisher x reader #punisher imagine #the punisher #jitterbug #idtwoe65a

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kewltie · 5 years

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so i have this weird complicated canon bakudeku love story stewing in my head about how in the third year katsuki and izuku kinda dance around each other a lot. izuku made a promise to all might that after he graduated he would tour around the world with him (seeing diff heroes from diff areas and how they fight and to learn from them) and katsuki uh inadvertently confessed to him near the end of their third year even knowing that izuku is going to leave japan for like several years???? who knows when he’ll even back but katsuki doesn’t give a shit and confessed anyway bc this feeling is too large and heavy for him to carry alone.

katsuki is the one who is fully committed to building a romantic relationship with izuku and izuku (SURPRISED) is the one hesitant about it bc all might is dying and he’s trying to carry on the legacy of his hero and mentor and he doesn’t think he can be in love, let alone a relationship right now. so they made a deal to sort of ‘date’ for the last couple of months of their school year and during that time izuku starts to develop feelings for katsuki. can you make someone fall in love within three months? katsuki fucking sure he can do it bc it’s izuku and katsuki has never been surer of anything beside his place as the top hero and izuku by his side. he wants this, he wants this badly enough that he’s going to give it everything he got. so they awkwardly date the way ultra competitive teenagers who are obsessed with winning and their dreams to become top heroes do lol. so from their first date (all their handholdings and kisses bc apparently katsuki shamelessly loves them; “can i kiss you?” he would always ask bc he knows he can’t take izuku for granted and izuku swallows around the thrumming beat of his heart before he nods, always giving in to katsuki in the end) and to their last kiss on the day of their graduation.

izuku knows this time he’s finally in love w/ katsuki (he had always love katsuki but izuku is made out of love and he loved katsuki in the same way like he loves his friends, mom, and all might and he just love them all but there’s never been anyone special to him and that’s the diff). so when he realizes how his love for katsuki had balloon into something different and unrecognizable now it scares him at first bc in the past three months that he ‘dated’ katsuki he learns in all the way katsuki had grown so far. how katsuki tried to be gentle and understanding with izuku and it doesn’t always work out bc katsuki get impatient and izuku is relunclant but he TRIES AND TRIES SO HARD ANYWAY. this katsuki’s anger and abrasiveness is tempered by the years at U.A., the struggles of learning to be a hero, and the friends they got around them. he is still the same prickly katsuki as always but now also much more bc he get also get to see what katsuki is like when he’s in love; all consuming, devoted, and obsessively like how he pursue his dream of being a top hero one day. he loves izuku with a certaintly that is unbending and unshakable and izuku doesn’t know how anyone can deny katsuki this when he gives his all to something it’s a beautiful and terrifying thing. BUT ofc izuku has always been the one exception in katsuki’s life lol :((( bc in order to keep his promise to all might he let their deal end, broke up with katsuki, as promised after graduation. izuku left with all might to seoul as their first stop on their world tour four days later.

while the feeling is mutual on both front, izuku finds it hard to juggle the idea of relationship while trying to live with the mantle of all might’s heir bc all might dedicate his life to being a hero and fighting afo. izuku felt like he couldn’t live with himself if he doesn’t do as much as all might did to keep the world’s peace but it’s lonely at the top he realizes. izuku with all might travel across diff places all over the world to learn from all kind of heroes in all shape, form, and background that izuku never thought he had imagined: a hero that is a sworn pacifist (”how do you fight?” izuku asks, eyes wide. “with words,” he replies.), a hero from an inuit tribe who fight with wolves companion, a hero from brazil who lives in the amazon and uses the entire forest and its surrounding as his base of operation, a hero who fight and live in the desert of the sahara, etc. all these heroes who live in diff places and have diff culture and their way of fighting and using their quirks and how all of these reflect on who they are individually and shaped their own identity as a hero. izuku wouldn’t have known any of these ppl even existed if he had stay in japan bc they aren’t all mainstream heroes that appear on tv and made it big like the hero who lives in the mountain of the Himalayas and protect the small indigenous group there for generation after generations passing down the title like a family heirloom.

he’s glad he went with all might to explore the world and see what he saw but there’s a quiet yearning that has him keep looking over his shoulder as though katsuki is right behind him. he wants to share his discoveries and new knowledge with katsuki but they’re separated by an ocean and are thousands of miles apart. izuku thinks he made the right decision to go with all might in the end but sometimes the right choice isn’t always the happiest.

so while izuku is globetrotting with all might, katsuki made his debut as a rookie in the pro hero arena and quickly decimating the rookie ranking order. he got even more obsessed with his career: taking extra shifts & patrol, training himself harder, and focusing on being number one so it can drown out the longing he has for izuku. he even hasn’t open any of the emails izuku had sent to him for months now and tho they always come everytime w/o fail. he ignores them bc otherwise he’ll just be sucker into missing izuku all over again when he already told himself he’s going to kill this feeling for izuku. izuku had chosen to go with all might instead of staying in japan with katsuki and katsuki has no intention of hanging on to someone who chose to leave him but easier said than done. the more he refuse to think about izuku the more he sees and hear about izuku everywhere like how although izuku isn’t even in fucking japan anymore, the media is still hyperfocus on his adventure overseas and always reporting on his latest shenanigans and THEN THERE ARE THEIR FRIENDS who keep talking about izuku and his adventures (bc class a are an extremely close knit bunch who are all constantly up in each other bsn), the calls and texts and videochat etc he made to them while katsuki get technically radio silent. though the fact that katsuki is the only one to get like pages and pages of letter emailed to him weekly say something else, something that sits uncomfortably in katsuki’s chest.

and then one day he is out fighting a villain with his agency, there’s a flower shop nearby that got caught in the wreckage and katsuki had helped protect the owner and flower shop. as a reward and thanks, the owner asked katsuki to pick any flower he wants and katsuki has absolutely no interest in it but then a small cactus flower caught his eyes. it’s ordinary, small, and so boring that it shouldn’t even register in katsuki’s radar yet katsuki couldn’t pull himself away from it and ask if he can have that out of everything in the shop. the thing is, the cactus reminds him of izuku. compare to all the beautiful and vibrant flowers in the shop, that cactus was incredibly dull and nothing noteworthy but cactus are resilient and strong and if you take good care of it, it will bloom. it’s stupid, he thinks, to continue to be obsessed over someone who left him behind but like everything he does in life he has never love anything lightly.

incidentally, katsuki ends up taking up gardening bc lol it relaxes him and also bc of his new acquired plant that he had to learned how to care of bc apparently cactus are low maintenance but if you want it to truly FLOURISH AND BLOOM it need careful tending w/ the right temperature and watering. so he’d built a small home garden around his cactus flower that he had named deku bc fuck if it doesn’t remind him of every bit of izuku. slowly but surely katsuki is working through his heartbreak but ofc izuku continues to fuck him over even if he’s not even in japan anymore. more than half a year after izuku had left him, he get a framed calligraphy in chinese character sent to him from shanghai. that was the start of everything bc after that he get sent presents from all sort of places that izuku had travel to (pottery in chile and a wooden carving from kenya etc). it doesn’t come weekly like the emails that is still sitting unread in katsuki’s inbox but sporadically and unexpectedly. he said he doesn’t care for them but katsuki keep all those souvenirs in a box hidden away in his closet so he doesn’t htink about it.

And then ONE DAY he got same day delivery (super expansive!!!!) of a potted sunflower and a single note, which izuku had never wrote before in any of his gifts so far: “i heard you have a garden now so when i saw this i thought of you bc to me you are like the sun.” and katsuki is FUCKED as soon as he read bc all the feelings that he had been quashing inside of come rushing out and he broke down holding on to izuku’s small note. he just fucking misses izuku so much like there’s a hole in his chest that he can’t fill. he loved Izuku then and still loves him now and will loves his dying breath bc he knows it’s never going away, it’s here to stay and katsuki doesn’t know how to not miss izuku everyday that he isn’t here.

once he finally acknowledge the feelings that he’d been trying to bury, it unleashes a floodgate where katsuki finally read all those emails he had been avoiding since more than half a year ago starting from the very first email he got just after izuku had left japan. the email get sent to him once a week and in those email they are more like essay which are always more than ten pages long every fucking time. he talked about what he saw, who he met, and what he learn over there and he always end his letter with: “how are you?”, “what have you been up?”, “are you staying healthy?”, and finally, “thank you for reaching this far”. he always ask the same thing every single time and it takes a moment for katsuki to realize it’s bc katsuki refuse to answer any of his email so izuku keep asking and asking in his letter even though it shouldn’t matter but izuku tries anyway bc he cares.

katsuki has never been one to hesitate about anything in his life, not in pursue of his dream or love but izuku make him feel scare and hesitant which pisses katsuki off a lot lol. the bullshit that love is suppose to make you strong is so wrong, katsuki thinks, bc fuck if izuku doesn’t make him feel helpless and undone everytime but he keeps coming back bc in the end even when izuku makes him feel like his ribs are splayed out for him to dig through his heart, he knows izuku would gently and carefully hold his heart like it’s worth it weighs in gold. so katsuki, with wary trepidation, he took a picture of izuku’s sunflower next to his deku cactus and attached to an email with a single caption: “it’s you and me.”

izuku’s next email couldnt arrive soon enough and it’s FULL OF EXCLAMATION AND EXCITEMENTS as it talked about what’s going on in kiev where he’s currently staying in ukraine but this time in izuku’s email it doesn’t end the same series of questions about katsuki. “i can’t believe kacchan thinks im a cactus :(((. im not prickly at all!!!” and katsuki laughs so hard he cries bc he just misses izuku so fucking much.

so they finally start exchanging email that isn’t one sided anymore. izuku continues to write his enormous emails weekly while katsuki emails izuku nearly everyday but it usually just pictures and a caption or two about his home garden, his coworkers, his work, etc. katsuki may not say a lot but the fact that he’s keeping izuku loop into his life and willingly share it with izuku is him trying to include izuku in his life once more as though izuku had never left in the first place. they continue this for nearly 2 years, this back and forth as katsuki climbs the rank into top 20 pro heroes in japan now and izuku making his name known in the international stage. they’re both chasing the same dream but doing in diff path and katsuki hopes eventually they will arrive in the same place in time so he keeps waiting for izuku to come home.

but of course this tentatively stability doesn’t last bc izuku keep on traveling and moving forward and doesn’t seem to ever mention about returning to japan and katsuki wonders when will izuku stand before him once more. he doesn’t even visit during summer breaks or holidays!!!! which frustrates katsuki very much but for izuku he knows he can’t go back to japan even to visit his friends, mom, and katsuki bc the moment he step back he knows it will be impossible for him to go back to traveling with all might not when he sees katsuki and all his love for katsuki spill forward and out and he won’t be able to leave anymore. theres so much he has to do, to see, and learn and he can’t commit to back to japan yet and he knows if he see even a second of katsuki all his hardwork would be undone so he doesn’t. he lives vicariously and hopelessly in katsuki’s photos and keep an intensive track of katsuki’s career and trajectories even all the way overseas.

it’s katsuki third bday w/o izuku and just as midnight sets in he get an email RIGHT ON TIME (izuku had to calculate their timezone diffs and made sure he was free to be able to get to katsuki first). this letter is pages and pages of words again but near the end in large bold letters is a “happy birthday, kacchan!!!!!!” and it’s dumb SO INCREDIBLY DUMB but katsuki smiles bc he can actually see the excitement and voice of izuku in those blocky words. just before he goes out on his patrol and later his friends and coworkers dragging him out for his bday, he get another gift mailed to him just in time and this time it’s a metal ring from ireland where’s he staying. it’s intricately carved, with a heart and crown and a note attached to said: “with all my heart, happy birthday kacchan!” katsuki is left speechless.

he thinks maybe this is finally it that izuku is finally telling him he’s returning, he’s done and is coming back to katsuki. with fumbled hands, he writes a quick email to izuku with a pic of the silver ring and asked: “are you coming back this time?” he goes out with his friends later that night, the anxious energy still hums around him as he waits for izuku’s answer. izuku always answer several days later bc the places he go doesn’t always have internet connection but this time izuku managed to reply on the same day.

“kacchan, i’m not coming back anytime soon. I still have a lot to learn and see left. I’m sorry.”

and it fucking breaks katsuki bc he got his hope up for nothing. it’s like izuku playing w/ his fucking heart, sending him those loving letters and that fucking RING and it meant shit to izuku in the end bc he doesn’t even care enough to come back for katsuki.

he’s so mad and hurt that even his friends notice how his mood is soured for his birthday. through a lot of prodding and begging from his friends, and also a lot of alcohol for katsuki to finally spill out his worries and insecurities that only izuku can wreck him like this.

his friends, helpfully, points out that katsuki has never been passive, siting around waiting for the thing he want most come to him but katsuki got rejected once so he was burnt by it and didn’t want izuku to reject him twice. he doesn’t think he could take it if izuku didn’t chose him again.

but izuku has BEEN CHOOSING KATSUKI EVERY DAMN TIME HE WROTE THOSE EMAILS AND SEND HIM THOSE GIFTS BC all the souvenirs and emails that izuku sent to him are SIGNS (the chinese calligraphy letters translate to, “ Yī rì sān qiū” which is proverb that said, “one day, three autumns” on how you miss someone so intensively that one day is like 3 years; the silver ring from ireland was a claddagh ring; and then there’s the sunflower itself which doesn’t just remind izuku of katsuki but it symbolise loyal and longevity bc izuku will forever and ever loves katsuki and only katsuki). they say what izuku couldn’t say over an ocean and thousands of miles apart: i miss you, i think of you constantly, i love you.

katsuki has been trying so hard to be understanding and patience of izuku that he was missing the glaring SIGN THAT IZUKU HAS BEEN TRYING TO SAY TO HIM. his friends offer fresh prospective on this front that izuku isn’t asking katsuki to wait and katsuki should stop trying to be something that he is not when he has always chase after what he wants with gutso and fierce determination so why he is hesitating around izuku. GO. JUST GO. IF HE’S WORTH WAITING 3 YEARS FOR ISN’T HE WORTH TO CHASE AFTER TOO? katsuki’s friends are all too fucking good bc katsuki’s decision was already made for him the moment he realizes he was fucking in love with this idiot.

on izuku’s front: ever since their argument, katsuki has been silence and haven’t return any of izuku’s emails. izuku is worry that he has finally done it, driving katsuki away and this is it for them. katsuki must be tired of waiting around for izuku, he thinks as heart nearly shattered. it been 3 weeks now and izuku has been listless even as he’s helping out the neighborhood and this area hero in arizona. but then just as he return from a day of hardwork, he sees all might outside of their temporary home that their hosted lend to them with a starkingly farmiliar figure; IT’S KATSUKI.

it took katsuki several weeks to take care of all the bsn at home. quitting his agency, packing his stuff, and saying good bye to everyone and then tracking izuku down but he here’s now. katsuki is in a diff country, that he doesn’t speak a lick of the native language there, and left behind his rising career and all their friends and his family to come chase after izuku right here this instance. THIS IS KATSUKI’S ANSWER.

a looooooooong time ago right before izuku had left japan on his trip with all might, izuku wanted to ask if katsuki would join them but he had thought it was too selfish and greed to ask that of katsuki to give up everything and his dream of being number just so he can hop around the globe with izuku and all might. but katsuki is here now!!!! and izuku doesn’t want him to regret it, bc he doesn’t want katsuki to resent him for forcing katsuki’s hands.

“i can get it all back. that number one spot is waiting for me, for us. it’s not going anywhere,” katsuki says determinedly, “but i couldn't wait for you anymore so i came to you instead.”

it’s as much as an i love you in the same way izuku carefully wrote his emails every week for katsuki and in the same way he finds little gifts and trinkets that made him think of katsuki. IT’S I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH THAT I’M LEAVING EVERYTHING BEHIND TO GO WITH YOU ON YOUR JOURNEY BC I COULDN’T IMAGINE BREATHING ANOTHER SECOND W/O YOU.

izuku cries A LOT bc katsuki is here and it’s all he had ever wanted for katsuki to join him!!! they’re finally reunited at last. and with all might, who happily welcome katsuki with open arms, they continue on their travel and izuku teaches katsuki the new languages and things he had learned and all the ppl that had help shaped his understanding of his powers and stance as a hero. they do that for two more years traveling to diff places and only came back to japan when all might’s health had grown so frail and he had died on a trip to bolivia. katsuki and izuku returns to japan to throw his ashes into the sea of his homeland :((((. finally they’re back home together this time and for good. now they both carry the legacy of all might as a duo w/ all the knowledge and understanding of all the things they had learned and the ppl they had met around the world.

#bakudeku #not!fic

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fuckprophecys · 6 years

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jercy au where percy's an art thief and jace is a detective?

I’m doing this for Jason Grace Week day 3, because this has been in my inbox for ages.

Jason didn’t like whoever kept stealing statues and paintings from museums.

He definitely didn’t like that they kept leaving the art on his doorstep with pretty ribbons and sweet messages on them.

“What’s the point of stealing art if you’re just going to return it,” He slapped his notebook shut and put his head in his hands. He could hear Reyna snickering at him.

“I think the perp has a crush on you.”

Jason groaned softly.

“With my luck? It’s a 50 year old drunk who’s looking to get arrested quick.”

Reyna’s snickering got louder

“Or maybe it’s a drug addict who’s sole purpose in life is to taunt detectives.”

“I hate you.”

Jason rolled out of his chair, letting himself fall to the floor. Then he laid down on his back, looking up at the press wood bottom of his desk.

And he stayed like that. For an hour.

Someone dropped a file on his stomach.

Annabeth’s sick-ridden voice rang in his ears.

“The prints came back, we’ve identified a suspect.” She sounded miserable.

Jason wiggled out from under his desk and put the file down on the table as he got up.

“You shouldn’t be here, you’re sick.”

Annabeth shook her head. “’M fine. The person we’re-”

“Me, you’re not going.” Annabeth ignored him.

“- looking for is Perseus ‘Percy’ Jackson. Lives on the corner of West 112 and Malcolm X.”

Jason nodded, grabbing the file, but not opening it.

“I’ll go alone.”

“I’m your secondary-”

“You need to get some rest. Now.”

Annabeth grumbled.

“Fine.”

Jason made his mistake when he didn’t look at the file.

Usually he would never make that mistake, he needed to know what criminal background the suspect had.

He realized his mistake mid knock on the door number Annabeth scribbled on the sticky note along with his address.

Percy Jackson was a rather average height man, but that was the only thing average about him. His eyes were like looking into all oceans in one glance, green rings around his pupil that dashed out into deep royal blue edges. His skin was ridiculously tan, almost glowing like the sun. He had a couple tattoos - a girl’s name in cursive on his wrist, a wave peaking from behind his shoulder, a geometric black rose on his his hip, half hidden.

He was built like a Greek God.

The smell of a fresh shower lingered in the air, and Jason was painfully aware that he was only wearing a towel.

Percy leaned against the frame of his door, scanning Jason’s physique. “Can… I help you, stranger?”

Jason cleared his throat.

“I’m, uh, looking for Perseus Jackson.”

“Well you found them.” He put his hand on his hip, clicking his tongue.

Jason nodded, spacing out for a moment. Percy seemed to notice this, but didn’t have time to comment.

“I’m here with the NYPD-”

Percy held up his hands.

“Woah, is this because of the parking ticket? I told the lady I was late because the guy gave me the wrong deadline and-”

“No… no, that’s not… why I’m here.”

Percy blinked.

“Oh.”

Jason licked his lips, a crutch he had for conversations.

“I’m actually here about a case.”

“Shit.” Percy grumbled. “I’m going to be late for work… can we… maybe do this later, I don’t want to get fired.”

Jason nodded without thinking about what Percy just said, then a door was slammed in his face.

Without saying a word, Jason climbed back down three flights of stairs (because the elevator was broken).

When he sat down in his car, he grabbed Percy’s file and read it out loud.

“Name: Percy Jackson, Address… blah blah blah blah blah…” He skims the page to find where he worked.

Jason’s heart stopped in his chest.

“Shit… Place of Employment: Unemployed.”

He bang his head against the steering wheel and his horn went off.

“Captain, I know I messed up but-” Jason wasn’t sure if Chiron could handle this stress right now.

“It’s a genuine mistake. you’ve been here for two days, it happens.”

Jason nodded. “Thank you sir-”

“That’s why I’m giving the case to Arellano.”

Jason stopped nodding.

“W…what?”

“I’m taking you off the case and putting you on leave.”

“But-”

Chiron stood up from his chair with the aid of his crutches. He was still recovering from an incident in the field, but he was still much taller than Jason would ever be.

“Go home, get some rest, watch whatever you millennials watch nowadays. But you’re not coming into work for a week.”

Jason opened his mouth to argue, but a stern look from Chiron caused him to decide against speaking. So instead, he left without being dismissed, grabbing his phone off this table, and going straight for his car.

The ride home was busy of him scolding himself of his mistake, losing Percy Jackson, their prime suspect, because he forgot to read a file.

His home was a small apartment, nothing much, nothing important. Just they place he stayed when he had his days off.

Jason slid his key into the door. It didn’t unlock.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

He jammed the key further in, even though it really didn’t budge.

“Oh my god, please, not right now.”

He turned his key back and forth, and the door locked on his.

His eyes went wide and his heart stopped dead again.

“Shit shit shit shit shit-”

He unlocked his door, letting it swing open, and reached for his gun…

Which he came back empty handed. He cursed his day, and grabbed the potted plant by his door, wondering if it would be good enough for defense.

He closed the door behind him, walking slowly forwards.

“Who’s ever in my house-” Jason didn’t bother correcting his mistake, “you have till the count of 3 to be out of here or I’ll find my gun.”

No reply.

“One…”

Not a single sound.

“Two…”

No movement.

“Three…”

The cold blade of a knife pressed against his throat as he was pushed against a wall, his plant shattered from his hands.

He didn’t fight only because of two brilliant blue-green eyes wildly staring at him.

“Please don’t shoot me,” Percy whispered, “I’m not here to do any harm, I promise.”

Jason held his breath. Percy smelled like spicy cinnamon and sweet vanilla, the kind of candle Jason has here. He had a blue hoodie, but Jason couldn’t read what was on it because Percy was pressing him against the wall.

Jason was also aware of the foot height difference between them, with Percy being the shorter one.

“How did you-”

Percy bit his lip and Jason mouthed ‘oh.’

“I’m… Sorry. I came here to apologize for this mess. I didn’t realise how fucked up it was until I saw you at my door and…”

Jason realised this was a confession.

“You-”

“Stole the art, yet. Because I had a crush on you in highschool after your dad bragged about you everytime I was arrested, all your achievements and grades and ‘model teen’ shit… and I decided to try and flirt and picked the worst way possible so I’m here to turn myself in.”

Jason’s face went red at this.

“I…”

“It’s fucked up, yeah, I didn’t think the job thing would even get past you. But it did… so I figured something was wrong, and I found your address and…” Percy paused. “Shit… no, that’s fucked up too.”

Percy pulled back, dropping the knife. Jason gently peeled away from the wall, guiding Percy to the living room.

“So you were flirting?”

“In a fucked up way.”

“But… you were flirting.”

Percy glared up at him as he sat on the couch.

“Are you mocking me?”

“No. It was… kinda cute…” He admitted. “Couldn’t keep the gifts.”

“I know.”

Jason hummed softly, sitting on his coffee table.

“You could have just came to me in person.”

“I would die.” Percy whispered. “I’m an unemployed mess with a criminal record for street racing and vandalism, and you’re a top detective with a squeaky clean record and a dad who is so proud of him that people literally admire you without knowing who you are.”

Jason stays quiet, folding his arms together.

“So when are you going to bring me in.”

“I’m not.”

Percy blinked in mild surprise.

“You’re… not?”

“I was taken off the case, they have no real evidence you committed the crimes… unless you sent something telling them.”

Percy just shook his head.

Jason sighed.

“Maybe not stealing things would be great. And I would lose my perfect record if anyone found out. But they don’t have to, as long as you promise never to steal anything starting… 2 minutes from now.”

Percy paused.

“Two minutes?”

Jason smiled.

“You need time to steal my heart, don’t you?”

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dustydreamsanddirtyscars · 6 years

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Get out of this dark space post: How sad. Sam is questioning. Looking for an answer. A plan. And Dean doesn’t have one so Sam is disgusted? Disappointed? Aggravated? What Dean does have which Sam foolishly either didn’t see or brushed off - is faith. In them. “WE will.” They are running blind and don’t really know what their next step should be but Dean still believes that there is a way. He may get sidelined or find at times that he has to fake it til he makes it but for Part 1/2

Dean Winchester there is ‘always a way’ and that’s why I love this character. Is Sam forgetting that while Dean didn’t have to deal with Lucifer that he did have his own Hell to contend with or is Sammy’s pain/experience once again the worst pain to ever be pained. Sam uncharacteristically opened up. When he became dismissive Dean just went with the flow rather than say something to cause him to clam up. It looked like Sams attitude hit him where it hurts. 2/3. Oops.

Hey there dear!

Seems like tumblr is pretty hungry for messages again since the last ask that I guess you had typed up wasn’t delivered, but I think from these two asks I get the jist of what you were saying. :)

First and foremost, yes, Dean’s faith and his will to try again and again, rising everytime he falls, getting back up every time he feels like couldn’t possibly walk another step is also one of the many many reasons I love Dean as a character so much. With that out of the way, I think that that is a character trait that Sam doesn’t possess in quite the same way. We also saw that in the beginning of the season when Dean was more openly showing how depressed and exhausted he was. It’s hard for both brothers to get through to the other in these moments, but I think - and I don’t mean this is any kind of judging way, but simply as in how this transpires to me through what I see on screen - in contrast to Sam, Dean actually listens to Sam when he struggles and tries to support him emotionally whereas I see that as something Sam truly struggles with and simply isn’t capable of in the same way (this is part of the famous show vs. tell and misconceptions about the brothers that I have been writing about multiple times with how Sam is TOLD to supposedly be more prone to being emotional and good with words and listening etc., but all those things are actually things we SEE with Dean opposed to Sam.. His reaction to Dean being that way has of course a notion of worry, but also something like annoyance (and worse in the beginning of the season also with placing blame and guilt on Dean for feeling like he didn’t have as much of a connection to their mom as Dean did, which is ridiculous all in itself as S12 only showed Mary having interest in her youngest - seriously, I am still so angry about that entire therapy scene because there is just so much wrong with that episode), because if Dean isn’t stable himself and falls away for a bit, isn’t the rock that everyone can rely and count on, Sam lacks his support and has to shoulder more himself and that is something I think is really difficult for him and something he himself would never voice and likely isn’t even aware of. Sam in this regard is very self-centered.

And this kind of character trait sort of bleeds in many different aspects in the brothers’ relationship and imo also shows in the ending scene. Again, because I know I’ll likely have Sam stans all over my inbox with hate due to this reply, I don’t place judgment, but Sam’s self-centered-ness is also a key element of the entire show, because right from the start it was always “all about Sam”. Just like Dean didn’t exist to Mary when he tried to save her in late S12 until he started talking about Sam’s trauma (not his own, no, because apparently that doesn’t count for the writers and anyone. Ughhhhh seriously, I’ll never forgive Dabb what he did there and how disgustingly it made clear how he and the writing teams thinks about and treats Dean), basically all his life from age 4 onward was “Sam is the one that matters”, look out for him, do this, do that, you and your wishes matter least. And of course that kind of message didn’t just have an effect on Dean growing up and shaping him, it also had an effect on Sam too. For Dean the way he was raised determines a lot of his feelings of inadequacy, his fself loathing, his lack of self esteem, etc. because from early years onwards he was asked to function and not be a kid basically. Sam grew up much more sheltered due to Dean making good on those promises to his dad to always look out for his little brother and keep him safe. So in this regard the way the brothers grew up, Sam was fortunate enough to develop a much stronger sense of self. He learnt that he is the center of attention and that continued throughout all his adult life, which is why to me it is surprising that Sam only truly connects with people when he can someone make it about himself. Of course it is normal to connect with people more who you share certain things with, but if you compare Sam’s connecting to people with Dean it is drastically different. To me Dean is much more “organic” for lack of a better word in that regard. He truly feels for and connects with people in any kind, not only when he can see himself in them - which often times is a key aspect to Sam caring about others. We saw that with Magda or this season with Jack and right now also with how Rowena managed to manipualte Sam through forging a connection through shared trauma.

So, given the way the brothers grew up and what they learnt in that time, it makes sense that Sam is the way he is and that Dean is the way he is. The thing however is, what one can gloss over with a kid or teenager who shows this annoyance etc. over finding out someone else doesn’t have an answer either and can’t support him the way he would need, is much tougher with an adult. And Sam is an adult after all, so his reactions for that reason to me often times come off very petty and unthankful. Again: I don’t hate on Sam here, but this is how the show imo has been written and set up and how they have portrayed the brothers over the years.

I know I have already written an awful lot, but this preface and long sort of “analysis” imo is vital in order for me to explain how I feel and read the ending scene between the brothers. And yes, I think you can read Sam’s exasperated expressions as disappointment and aggrevation, which is more than uncalled for and absolutely unnescessary, but it is a reaction that makes sense given the established character triats and the character’s development. To me Sam’s “eye roll” there is more than a little annoying tbh, because it once more feels a little like Sam is placing blame on Dean for how he feels (like in the beginning of the season already) - but when I keep all that I have written about before in mind then Sam acting this way to me captures perfectly that Sam realizes that Dean cannot - as he was able to as a kid for example and Sam begged for something else to eat long enough until Dean gave in - give him an answer. He cannot lift the burden Sam feels and it’s also not Dean’s place needing to do that (though he does show more than a lot of support for Sam here, the way he listens and tries to back Sam up with words - which is why the way Sam dismisses him stings and hurts so much and yeah makes me a little angry), but Sam grew up with not having to shoulder these things alone that when Dean can’t be his “stone number one”, because Dean himself would need some support and healing, he reacts this way, because then it depends on himself to pull himself up by his bootstraps.

So yeah, in contrast to Sam who “fooled and lied to himself” at the beginning of the season with having faith to keep going, Dean actually here shows real faith despite not having a clue how to make things better, because he is honest and he tries. And I think that is the reason Dean takes Sam’s indeed uncalled for leaving very personal and seems really hurt and disappointed (and he has the right to be both) - because in a way Sam’s leaving feels a bit like Sam subconsciously blames Dean for how things are (I don’t think he actively knows that or is even aware of that tbh, but if I was Dean and Sam walked out on me like that when they have not been on edge with one another like they were in S9, but were pretty okay-ish, then this reaction would have left me feeling like I am not good enough (something Dean is thinking already anyway), I am a failure cause I can’t help and that I am to blame for all being wrong. Yes, I think despite knowing they aren’t a 100 % on top of things, Dean had counted on at least being able to count on them being a team - but Sam’s leaving and him rather sharing with Rowena than Dean, must have left him questioning if he may have been wrong in believing that.

And last but not least, the talk about Sam’s Hell trauma. I don’t have any issues if that is re-addressed as long as it is not played as this “Oh Sam had it soooo much worse than Dean, Dean’s Hell was basically Disneyland”, because that is freaking disgusting. Trauma isn’t something to make a competition about, trauma just is and it is awful for anyone at any given time. So yes, I don’t mind that Sam’s trauma was brought up. I will be mightily pissed however if Dean’s time will not get the same attention later on as well.

Okay, sorry for the long ramble, sorry if I piss anyone of with this, but I truly see this as a discussion and voicing of how something traspires to me than hating on something or someone... Anyway... Hope I gave somewhat of a satisfying answer, dear anon!

#Ask #Anonymous #SPN discussion #SPN Meta #Supernatural Meta #Dean Winchester Meta #Sam Winchester Meta #Winchester brothers meta #Possible unpopular opinions #13x12 #Various and sundry villains #Queued

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jaxonkreide · 7 years

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one of my friends has been slowly pushing me towards Kingdom Hearts, but I still don't know much about the games ;u; still, i'm gonna shove into your inbox 7, 18, 20, 27, and 36!

You should definitely give Kingdom Hearts a try haha :D The story is really confusing and cheesy from time to time, but just??? So good????

hey so like

if you ask me things about kingdom hearts I’m like 100% guaranteed to ramble so like

everything under the cut

7. when did you first start playing kh

ohhhhhh a hard question!! I think I first found out about Kingdom Hearts in 2010?? Well, it was the time I started watching LPs. Two to be exactly precise. By two different people. One of them was FFX and the other FFXII. At one point I had seen the LPs of the two guys until the most current parts and so I grew bored and I checked what other games they had played, because I just really liked those guys. Both had LPs of this game named “Kingdom Hearts”?? I had no idea what that meant at all, so I google translated the title lol and decided that if both of those guys had decided to do an LP of this game it just HAD to be good. Yep yep. That’s not how I first “played” it per se, but that’s how I got to know it.

I don’t even know which Kingdom Hearts game was the first one I played??? I think I might have gotten 1 and 2 after those LPs I saw…. and when I got my 3DS I bought Re:coded with it……. the first Kingdom Hearts game I played when it came out tho was DDD in 2012

18.favorite game in the series

ok, so there are multiple ones for me here rip

So I’d like to say that 358/2 Days is my kh game overall, but I gotta face that the combat is this one is pretty shit compared to others. I feel like I still like the combat system of it more than the rest of the fandom and am quite good with it, but there are better ones than that. But Days definitely wins when it comes to story for me #RIPXion ;n; I’ll never forget her……..

Then there is KH re:coded. Which is probably the worst when it comes to the story, but I remember playing this game for hours on end, just because I thought of the gameplay of that one to be so enjoyable? I don’t really know if I’ll count it to my faves tho, I haven’t played it in a long time and I feel like my nostalgia is counting towards this too much

Honestly if it comes to gameplay my favorite is probably Kingdom Hearts 2. It’s just a solid thing that lets you basically play through the game without really having to do anything else than pressing X and I really like that simplicity. (I’m looking at you chain of memories and your really complicated card system >:c also partly at Birth by Sleep and DDD, because in those games you’re pretty much forced to always care about your skills and it’s no thing to just casually play without any thought)

So yeah, Days is my story favorite while KH2 is my gameplay favorite as well as story 2nd fave. Third favorite story is BbS

20.hopes for kingdom hearts 3

#BRINGXIONBACK2K18

that’s all. All my hopes for KH3 are that they please for the love of god bring Xion back. LET PEOPLE REMEMBER HER. LET HER EAT ICECREAM AGAIN. INTRODUCE HER TO ROXAS’ BUDDIES HAYNER, PENCE AND OLETTE. LET HER LAUGH ABOUT STUPID THINGS WITH ROXAS AND AXEL

27.favourite boss theme

SO I HAVE TWO

First there is Darkness of the Unknown which is the boss battle for the final boss of KH2, Xemnas (here’s a link) (ALSO there is this cool rock version someone made that I really like so I’m gonna link that one as well lol I remember really loving that one in the past;;)

And Vector to the Heavens which is Xions final boss theme from days! (Here’s a link to that)

(and basically all the other final boss themes rip, but those two are my favorite!)

36.favourite song

Two again, haha :’D This series has too great music!!!

Well so the first is most definitely Dearly Beloved!!! Any of the versions honestly, but if I had to choose my favorite dearly beloved is probably the one from DDD?? (here’s a link to all the versions)

And secondly!!! Musique pour la Tristesse de Xion which is Xion’s theme :P Do you notice that I like Xion like A LOT? (here’s a link to that!!) (+ a version where someone wrote lyrics for it and I could cry everytime rip)

But honestly it’s hard to choose, because the music is just overall really great??? The Other Promise is also really great……. Rikus theme is definitely also 100% top notch. I remember just starting to play re:coded, going in the riku boss fight and then just listening to the music…. honestly same with the roxas boss fight and the other promise lol

These games just have to good music and I didn’t even talk about Passion and Simple and Clean yet. Which are also like two real good songs??? And let’s not forget the Simple and Clean - Ray of Hope MIX??????????? THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD ONE GOSH DARN I REMEMBER FIRST SEEING THAT 0.2 OPENING NOT TO LONG AGO AND JUST LOVING EVERY SECOND OF THIS SONG??????

Currently I’ve been playing a lot of KH Union Cross (the KH mobile game)……………….

#mango......... thanks for making it possible for me to just ramble......#and gush about these games #I love them so much ;v;#all of them #no matter their fighting system or story #there is at least one thing I love about each of these games #heck more than one thing honestly #they're just Good #ask te jaxon #kingdom hearts #kh #and especially xion #xion is especially good

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planettaeil · 7 years

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Boyfriend!Johnny

Thanks for your requests!

Here’s my third entry for Boyfriend!NCT! I really enjoy writing these so much and please tell me what you think of these fluffballs! And also please check out my Boyfriend!Taeyong and Winwin!

🍀 My inbox is always open yall!

🍀 Feel free to send me requests!

• okay why are u dating this boy

• how did you even managed to survive???

• but seriously this guy is definitely irresistible like damn have you seen him ???

• and your relationship with Johnny is definitely #goals

• ok so everything started when he saw you drooling over him backstage

• you were so star strucked you literally forgot to close your mouth when he walked past you

• “hi are u okay?” He asked out of concern (or curiosity lol)

• and you wanted the ground to swallow you bc the embarrassment is too much

• but don’t worry Johnny thought it was so cute ☺️

• you tried to act cool but somehow ended up saying one of the most embarrassing things you’ve ever said in your life

• “sorry I drooled you were just so hot onstage”

• “oh god I’m sorry I said that”

• cue the laughing fit from johnny

• “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that"

• you made a huge impression on johnny and now he can’t stop thinking about you

• he spent the whole day searching for your name and asking people about you around the company

• and when he found out who you were, he couldn’t contain his excitement and immediately asked for the other members’ help

• he’s a pretty confident lad but when it comes to you, he just can’t seem to have the guts to ask you out

• he’ll probably ask jaehyun to talk to you tho

• “jeffrey man help me ask her out”

• “idk ‘bout that she might end up falling for me instead”

• so yeah jaehyun decided to help the poor guy but instead he asked you to play along with him while johnny’s watching a few feet away from you like a creep

• “help me tease johnny im just so tired of his shy ass” he whispered as he discreetly looked behind him (just to make sure Johnny knows nothing about his plan)

• “his shy what?”

• “just act like you are falling in love with me”

• “how am i supposed to do-”

• “juST IMAGINE ME AS JOHNNY I know u like him ugh"

• “but i don’t like him tho??” #lies

• so yeah you ended up playing along with jae and after a few seconds of your fake heart eyes to him, johnny popped out of nowhere and pushed jaehyun off you

• “dammit jaehyun i didn’t ask u to make her fall in love with you!?!!”

• you were absolutely confused about the whole thing

• so johnny ended up pulling you outside instead and asked you out on a date without Jaehyun’s help

• you’ll probably hear Jaehyun’s faint “ABOUT TIME JOHNNY” inside the building

• “what’s up with that guy teasing me so much ugh” Johnny complained

• so fast forward and now johnny’s like the happiest guy ever

• you’ll probably have jaehyun teasing you two

• so expect a lot of knowing looks from him with Johnny trying to kick his ass

• there’s never a dull moment with Johnny

• he definitely knows how to have fun

• he can somehow make staring at the table fun whenever you two are alone

• you spend most of your time laughing with him

• he loves resting his chin on top of your head with his arms tightly wrapped around your shoulders

• likes the fact that he towers over you

• a big fan of back hugs and kisses on the cheeks

• he loves talking sht about the other members with you in english

• “i want to beat up haechan so much”

• “what’s up with winwin’s hair”

• likes to crack jokes that aren’t even funny

• cue all your fake laughs

• “you seemed to be hanging out with Taeyong these past few days”

• “did he teach you that fake laugh?”

• “should I laugh more then?“

• "come on! It’s funny (Y/N)!”

• “ha ha ha ha ha”

• but actually, Johnny is a very funny guy.. You just love messing with him

• and..is it even possible to fall in love with him again and again and again?

• he’s the type to record his own voice singing, or shall I say screaming “HO HO WAKE ME UP THIRSTY THIRSTY FOR LOVE” and set it as the alarm tone on your phone

• he loves calling you everyday just to check on you

• and he’s so cheesy too like ugh

• one time he randomly told you he’s planning to marry someone in the future and have like a dozen of kids

• you were kinda confused like “is he talking about another girl?”

• but then he pulled out the mirror and said “that’s her. I’m gonna marry her one day"

• "oh my god youngho what the hell"

• but the other members heard him and can’t stop making the gagging noise

• "I’ll be back. I suddenly felt sick” Donghyuck probably

• Johnny likes being touchy in public

• expect lots and lots of kisses, holding hands, hugs in public

• a big fan of showing you off for everyone to see

• calls you baby, sweetheart, jagi, honey, or even lollipop (ugh) this boy just loves calling you these sweet petnames

• sends random texts in the middle of the night

• “babe yellow or blue”

• “johnny it’s 1 in the morning wtf do you want”

• “JUST CHOOSE ONE”

• “ILL CHOOSE TO SLEEP NOW GTFO"

• but he’s only asking you that because he’s preparing something (probably a yellow or blue teddy bear, etc.)

• loves showing off the new dance steps he learned to you

• "ew johnny you look gross”

• “remember how you drooled over this gross looking person before?” Touché

• “get out”

• and oh a jealous johnny

• remember the way he pushed jaehyun away from you before?

• yeah he can be a bit agressive when he’s jealous. he gets all protective and serious everytime things similar to that happen to you

• but don’t worry, he knows how to set a limit for himself

• he easily gets jealous and will immediately tell you when he’s uncomfortable of something

• he won’t waste any second and would whisper something like “I don’t like the way that waiter looks at your legs” while the said guy takes your order

• he’ll probably end up asking for another waiter instead

• “I would appreciate it if you aren’t looking at my girlfriend legs bro"

• never fails to tell you he loves you everyday

• sends you selfies 25/8

• movie dates every weekend

• your overall relationship with Johnny is fun, hot, and full of love (lucky!) • (im crying

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