#ooops didn’t mean to ramble
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Do you want a bigger fandom or do you like it, how it it’s right now ( I think you deserve more recognition because wicked and your other stories are so gooooooddddd )
Feels weird to refer to my readers as a fandom lol, truthfully I don’t think having more readers will fix the issue, I already have almost nine thousand followers, I’ve been on this app for probably five or six years now so naturally people have probably come and gone from my reading, some people only support certain fics etc. And I have no issues with this! Read what piques your interest on my blog and if it’s only one fic that’s totally fine!!
But overall I don’t really want more followers in this sense because I don’t think it’ll fix anything. An example is Wicked gets about seven hundred notes per chapter, about six hundred and twenty of those are likes and I’ll get maybe fifty reblogs and roughly ten to fifteen comments on the actual post (WHICH I just found out I’m now able to reply with THIS blog rather then my main account which is a total game changer with giving even more interaction with readers)
On a regular chapter though I could average about twenty to even thirty asks, mixed between users and anon’s, last chapter interaction had to be prompted; I only received two asks the whole day and a half and only after posting about the lack of engagement did I received an average amount of engagement.
This update for wicked has had a sharp drop off in likes at only close to four hundred, maybe thirty reblogs and probably 5 to 10 comments, however my asks were once again very dry, I only received two asks within the first three days of updating (it usually only takes 24 hours for asks to start rolling in).
Generally engagement will generate more engagement, that’s just how it works. But no engagement = no engagement 🤷♀️
I’m not trying to actively complain, I experienced this heavily with tease once i got close to chapter 20, so it’s not an unfamiliar concept to me. People want long fic’s but I’ve found that if it extends past fourteen to fifteen chapters, people begin to get bored and drop off, that’s what’s happened with wicked I suppose.
Anytime I feel discouraged I remember an old tumblr post that talks about imagining all the people who have read your fic being in a room with you, 400 people is overwhelming to imagine being in a room with me! But it doesn’t change that I sit here a lot of days and think about the people who only drop a like.
It’s like saying; your fic is really good, it made me feel all the feelings, I loved to consume it and I’m now onto the next. It’s good!!! but it’s not that good; it’s good but it’s not good enough for me to click twice to reblog it; it’s good; but it’s not good enough for me to bother writing you an ask or dropping a comment, it’s good; you want engagement? okay I’ll just write ‘part 2???’ or how about ‘update pls!!’
I’m not really talking about anything new, this has been an ongoing issue in writing for an unfortunately very long time; even my biggest fic Sate just hit 5 thousand notes! I had enough engagement with the fic that I considered it a personal success but when you look at the statistics of it, it’s kinda messed up that it had to take five thousand people just for six hundred to reblog it and only twenty three people to drop a comment.
Anyways I didn’t mean to ramble about this, I guess it’s just been on my mind as I wonder about what direction I take this blog and if I want to keep writing, to answer your question; I don’t really put much stock into my following because it evidently doesn’t really count towards what I write, I’ll always be flattered when people chose to support by following but it’s not a number I put a lot of value in
#missy answers#anon#ooops didn’t mean to ramble#i do have a few more wicked asks I will be answering later 🥰
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holidays your own way
COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS: 11 DAYS
[summary] apparently, spencer reid does not celebrate the holidays. and this is just absolutely unacceptable to you, so you whip up some last minute simple plans to celebrate your first christmas with him.
[pairing] spencer reid + gn!reader
[warnings] none that i can think of, pls lmk!
[category] fluffffffff
[word count] 1.2k
[a/n] this is kinda rushed ngl ooops but yay fluff, also i know that @alexontheinternet and @pretty-boys-book-club have been waiting for this one ! hope you enjoy i love u both so much
tell me what you thought
“what do you mean, you don’t celebrate christmas?” you almost choked on your coffee.
spencer’s eyebrows were knitted together as he looked at me. “i just, don’t celebrate christmas. you know, there are well-backed theories that point out that jesus wasn’t actually born on december 25. it’s thought that it was just the chosen date because it coincided with pagan traditions during the winter solstice.”
“spence, you don’t visit your mom?”
he shrugged. “no, but i do send her a couple of new books.”
you put down your mug and placed a hand on his shoulder. “spencer, really, you don’t have any plans for christmas?”
he tilted his head up to you. “no, i really don’t.”
“okay, well this just won’t do.” you huffed. “alright, we’re making our own traditions.”
“what? darling, you know how much i love you, but why can’t we just drink hot chocolate and sleep in or something?”
“because, if you are dating me there is absolutely no way we aren’t partaking in holiday festivities.”
CHRISTMAS DAY
“okay, ten minutes, maximum of fifty dollars.”
“how am i supposed to find a good gift for you in ten minutes—!”
“come on, spence, that’s the fun part! i’m not expecting you to find me a good gift!” you said, looking around. you felt yourself laugh internally, as you looked around the vintage shop. “time starts now!”
you raced around the store trying to find something he would like. he wasn’t picky, and you knew that, but you wanted it to still mean something, even if it was a game. your senses were overwhelmed with the sounds and colors surprising you at every turn. spencer was hesitantly and slowly making his way around the store, peering into every cabinet and looking at the small trinkets. he probably would get you furniture, if he could. and perfectly, something behind spencer caught your eye. it was perfect.
you moved across the room towards it, spencer not even realising you already found something. he was pretty fixated on whatever he was looking at.
you picked it up, and the attendant approached you.
“i’ll give you sixty dollars for that, with the film too. i’ve been sitting on that one for a while.”
“fifty-five?” you asked. you couldn’t go higher than fifty, but it was the perfect gift.
he pondered on the idea. you smiled at him, hoping he would fold.
he took a breath before saying, “fine. fifty-five.”
your heart skipped a beat. you were elated, and you knew he was going to love it.
“spence, i’m all doneeee!” you told him, hiding your gift behind your back.
“okay, give me another minute.” he didn’t even look up. something must have really caught his eye. you glanced at the timer on your phone. one minute left. he was probably counting ten minutes in his head.
and down to the last millisecond, spencer looked up as your timer buzzed.
“alright, i’m ready!” he grinned. “you can go first.”
you smiled at him, and put your gift in front of you. in your hands, in perfect condition, was a vintage film camera. you looked up to see his reaction. his face was lifted and he was all too excited.
“IS THAT A—”
“yup, vintage camera, perfect condition. to be honest, i don’t think they make film for this anymore, but there’s one cartridge that came with it and you can save each of the shots for something special.” you rambled.
“I LOVE IT!” he jumped a little.
you placed it in his open hands as he stared at it a little, before he lifted it up to his eyes for him to examine. he peered into the peephole, smiling a little as he saw you through its perspective.
he brought it down, his eyes still focused on you. he quietly smiled, and you smiled back. he wanted to kiss you more than anything right now.
“okay, you next!” you said.
he laughed a little. “okay, okay!”
from his pocket, he pulled out a little, blue velvet pouch. your eyes widened at the sight of it. he opened the pouch and poured out its contents. two little rings appeared on his palm.
“spencer—” you tried to get something out.
“it’s a promise ring. i love you and i want you to have something to remember me by everytime.”
you felt your stomach drop, as you shifted your gaze back and forth between his loving face and the beautiful rings.
he gently placed one of them onto your hand. you picked it up and looked closely at it. it was one of a kind; intricately created, gold and silver were loosely braided together to form the band, creating multiple tiny infinity signs. his fingers gently turned yours, showing you the engraving in the interior of the band.
cerebrum et cor implexis.
“it means brain and heart intertwined. well, a close equivalent anyways.”
you looked back up at him. he was beaming, rereading the engraved words.
“you’re the brain, i’m the heart.” you joked.
he laughed a little before defending you, “hey, hey, you have a little bit of brain too.”
“just a little, yeah?” you chuckled.
“yeah, just a little.” he joked
“thank you for your generosity, doctor reid.” you remarked.
he took one last look at the ring before gently taking your hand, caressing your ring finger.
“soon, yeah?”
you smiled, feeling such certainty in your gut. “yeah, soon.”
he delicately placed a kiss on the knuckle of your ring finger, smiling at where he imagined the ring to be.
when you both had gotten home, spencer unpacked the groceries as you pulled out a pan and cutting board.
“you still haven’t told me what we’re making.” he said, curious.
you giggled to yourself. “christmas grilled cheese!!”
his head tilted as he tried to understand what that meant.
“christmas grilled cheese has cranberry sauce and turkey ham.” you smiled. “it is not your average grilled cheese.”
his eyes twinkled as he saw you so excited about your simple dinner. “sounds great, love.”
you stared at your cute cut-out christmas tree from green-colored paper that spencer doodled ornaments on. the smell of cranberry and brie flooded the room, and the hot chocolate spencer was making gave your heart a sense of warmth.
it was your perfect christmas.
quiet, eating grilled cheese on the balcony, listening to quiet classical christmas music as you watched the neighboring buildings set fireworks into the air. spencer’s arms were wrapped around your body and his face was buried in your hair. you could feel him tucking hairs behind your ear over and over, as the wind undid his actions again and again. he left light kisses on your shoulder, which you barely felt over the knit sweater; but the butterflies it gave you were just as strong, as if he kissed you on the lips.
you heard your neighbors yelling the countdown, and you turned to face spencer. the cold manifested on his flushed nose and trembling lips. you pulled the blanket to cover him a little more, before giving him a kiss on the cheek. you both just stared into each other’s eyes, lost, and ignoring the announcement of the last ten seconds.
and as everyone else hollered for that one last second, your world went quiet as your lips collided with spencer’s.
he pulled back a few seconds later, with a noticeable grin on his face.
“merry christmas, darling.”
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BTS Reaction To: Drunk Mafia BTS
Summary: your mafia boyfriend gets drunk and shows a different side to them.
Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, crack, alcohol consumption, mean!Namjoon, crying!Jungkook, mentions of sexual undertones, cute but annoying drunk Hoseok, mafia!au (but not really mentioned mafia), emotional Yoongi who needs readers love and reassurance, cute Jimin.
W.C.: 2.4k
Request: hi!! can you do a drunk bts mafia reaction?
Notes: Like I’ve said before, I love Mafia requests.
Jin:
You knew that you should not have left Jin alone with his brothers for thirty minutes.
You knew that leaving his side so you can go and talk to Jisoo about girl stuff, leaving Jin unattended with his brothers, especially the maknae when there is alcohol involved was a no-go. But you did it anyways, so now you are here – dealing with a flirty Jin who has one too many drinks in his system.
“You’re so pretty,” Seokjin cooed, body weight leaning into yours as you walked him to the car. “But!” He announced loudly, shocking you. “I haves a girlfriend, ACTUALLY! A fiancée. So, my compliments need to stop. I-It’s just that you look so much like her, that it is uncanny.” He rambled. “You even have the same, comfy, soft boobs! Are you her doppelganger?” Seokjin asked with a curious voice – a voice that does not suit his mafia boss persona.
Laughing at his question, “No, Jinnie, I’m Y/N. The actual her.” Mouth dropping wide in astonishment, “No way! Baby!” He yelled, flying into you, sending the both of you to the ground. But even in his drunken state, his reflexes still worked, and he turned you guys around to where he took the beating of the ground while you fell onto his chest. “Ooo, I like this position,” he said cheekily, smiling up at you.
“Of course, you do, you drunk.” You chuckled, “Now, get up. We need to get your drunk ass home.”
Yoongi:
The sound of breaking glass was what caught your attention from the book you were reading. Closing the book, you put it aside to see if the sound would repeat again, which it did. The breaking glass was coming from above you, which is where your boyfriend’s office was. Standing up, you quietly, but quickly, made your way up the stairs, slowly hearing the curses and angry words coming from your boyfriends’ mouth. Once you got to the office door, you quietly knocked on the door, silencing all of the commotion on the other side of the door.
The door opened, showing the distressed man in front of you. Trying to hide his tears, he turned around and made his way over to his desk, silently telling you that you can come in.
“Yoongi, what’s wrong?” You asked softly, walking up behind him, putting a few feet between you guys.
“Nothing. Why do you ask?” He replied, being short with you.
Spotting the bottle of whisky on his desk, you connected the dots that he is stressed since whisky is his escape drink.
“Well,” you started off, “There’s broken glass on the floor from you throwing it, whisky on the desk, and you’re obviously crying. So, something is wrong.”
“Wow, why would you ask me since you apparently know what’s going on.” He snapped, turning around to look at you, eyes blank.
Taking a few steps back, you coiled in on yourself by his harshness. Realizing that he wants you to leave him alone, you respected his wishes. “I’ll leave you alone then. I just wanted to check up on you.” You bowed, turning around and leaving.
Before you could walk out the door, you felt a soft grip on your arm, pulling you back.
“Please don’t leave.” Yoongi asked, voice raspy. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
Not saying anything, you pulled your boyfriend into a hug. Your actions caused your boyfriend to breakdown, shocking you at the sight. The most dangerous man in the underworld, the one who scares the law itself, was falling apart in your arms for a reason you do not know.
Hoseok:
“And a BOOP!”
Trying to stay calm, you watched the finger – for the twentieth time – come in contact with your nose. Your eyebrow twitched from irritation. Surprisingly you were keeping your composure really well. You were not blowing up on your boyfriend yet.
But the thing that you do not get is how the man who can kill a person with a smile on his face, not even flinching, can act so childish and love messing with your nose whenever he is drunk.
It is like trying to figure out how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll.
“Your nose is so cute!” Hoseok squealed, face moving close to you, breaking your personal bubble boundary, “It has a little arch to it!” He added, a squeal evident in his tone.
That was a new one, you concluded.
“Can I run my finger over your nose?” He asked, voice innocent.
Releasing a sigh, a sigh that seemed to be very offensive that Hoseok took to heart. “Are you mad at me?” He sniffled, looking away to hide his face.
“No, Hobi.” You reassured softly, “I’m just getting a little irritated, but I am not mad at you, I promise.”
Sniffles growing louder, you realized that you messed up.
“I’M ANNOYING YOU?!”
Fuck.
Before you could say anything else, your body was met with the couch while your boyfriends body was thrown on top of yours. ‘I’m sorries’ were spewing out of his mouth rapidly, body shaking from the sobs racking over his body.
“Yes! You can run your finger over my nose.” You said, hoping it will calm him down.
As if a light switch was turned off, your boyfriend immediately stopped crying, a huge smile gracing his face. “Yay! Thank you!” His finger running over your nose, face morphed into a concentrated look.
Namjoon:
When you walked into your home, your sense of smell was met with alcohol – mainly whiskey and cigars.
“Oh no,” you whispered to yourself, preparing yourself for what was possibly going to happen.
Namjoon is drunk by now, and this only happens when he is overly stressed, or in need of an outlet for his anger. So, a drunk Namjoon equals an angry drunk Namjoon. You have only seen this side of him just once, and it was not pretty.
You did not speak to Namjoon for a week because of it.
He promised you he would not seek comfort from alcohol ever again – but he broke his promise.
Walking into the living room, you found your boyfriend sitting in the single sofa chair, the top three buttons of his dress shirt undone, showing the caramel skin of his chest. But his beautiful sight was ruined when you saw the whiskey bottle sitting on the side table with the cigar on the ash tray, and a glass of whiskey in his ring clad hand.
“I am surprised you have not started yelling yet,” Namjoon mocked, interrupting your train of thought. “Last time I drank, you freaked out on me.”
Taken aback by his words, “I didn’t freak out on you? Plus, I am not going to now. I am curious on why you are drinking, whiskey especially.”
“Oh, so am I not allowed to drink certain alcoholic drinks?” He asked, sarcasm and mockery laced in his words. “Wow, you’re more controlling than I thought.”
You could feel your heart break at his words, eyes stinging from the tears that are wanting to spill. “Wow. Um, okay.” You said, not knowing what words to use. You were beating yourself up mentally from how weak you are and your inability to stand up for yourself. So, choosing the cowardly way out, you turned around and made your way to the guess room that was in your house, locking the door and hiding yourself in there.
Jimin:
Sitting at the booth in the bar, you listened to your best friend Yoonji vent about her and Namjoon’s relationship.
Tonight, was club night with the boys.
Having a boyfriend who is a mafia boss that owns his own private club was awesome, especially during parties. Not having to pay and wait in line was awesome, drinks and food was free, and the best of all – sitting in the VIP section away from the drunk people.
“I just wish that he would make more time for me,” Yoonji stressed, eyes tearing up. “I feel so alone sometimes…” She trailed off, taking a gulp from his glass.
A frown was on your face, watching your friend cry was one of the worst things ever. Before you could add your opinion in, you felt a body that was all too familiar fall on top of you. A pair of lips attached theirs to yours, shocking you from the abruptness.
“My Love!” Your boyfriend announced, a drunken grin of his face, cheeks tinted red from the alcohol he has been drinking. “I have missed you so MUCH!” He stated, lips now turned downwards.
“I’ve missed you too, Jiminie.” You replied back, honesty laced in your words. “But, I’m talking with Yoonji here,” you motioned towards your friend, your boyfriends head whipping around quickly to look at her.
“Ooops! I’m sorry Yoonji!” He apologized truthfully, head turning back towards you. “Is it okay if I lay my head on your lap while you talk with Yoonji? My head hurts, and I PROMISE! I won’t speak of anything that you guys say to Namjoon!” He promised, sticking his pinky in the air towards you.
“Wait, what?” Yoonji asked in shock. “How do you know we are talking about Namjoon?”
“Cause silly! You just admitted to it,” Jimin giggled, already making himself comfortable on your lap. “Plus, the both of you came in upset, so it’s kinda obvious that you two are arguing.”
And that was the last thing your boyfriend said before he was lulled into a deep sleep.
Looking up at Yoonji, you gave her an apologetic smile. “Jimin’s extra blunt when he’s drunk?”
Taehyung:
As you conversed with your boyfriend’s gang members girlfriends, you could feel the heavy stare on your back from your boyfriend. You knew that you looked hot – thanks to the constant compliments and love that your boyfriend gives you everyday has helped with your self love. Wearing a sexy, but appropriate dress to the ball that was thrown by an ally mafia gang was a good idea because it was messing with your boyfriend. You knew the little things that riled up your boyfriend of three years – and this dress was one of them; especially when he had alcohol in his system.
“Um, Y/N?” Madison, Jungkook’s girlfriend of seven months spoke, catching your attention.
“Hm?”
“Taehyung is I think glaring at you,” She said nervously.
Smiling at her innocence, “Oh, is he?” You asked, turning around to look at your boyfriend who just finished downing his glass of wine. When the two of you made eye contact you gave him a gentle smile and he winked at you. You could see that he has had a lot to drink due to the flush of his cheek and aura that he was giving off.
“He literally has been undressing you with his eyes all night.” Suri commented, bringing a blush to your cheeks from her bluntness.
“And you are right,” Taehyung admitted, surprising you from his sudden appearance. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest, head ducking down to nuzzle into your neck. His breath smelt like alcohol and cigarettes as he pressed kisses to you neck. “You’ve looked so beautiful all night that I got turned on.”
“You’ve smoked a cigarette?!” You yelled, shocking the girls and Taehyung.
“What? No, baby—”
“Do not ‘baby’ me,” your voice came out deadly. “You told me you quit!” You accused, glaring at your boyfriend who looked scare, something that you will later laugh at since he is the biggest mafia boss in the world.
“I did. I just had two with Jackson and Namjoon!”
Not wanting to make a bigger scene, you walked away with a nervous and apologetic Taehyung.
“He’s totally not getting anything tonight,” Suri chuckled into his cup of wine.
“$20 he is,” Jisoo, Jimin’s friend had bet.
“You’re so on.”
Jungkook:
“Ugh, another fucking voicemail,” Jungkook grumbled drunkenly. “Y/N, this is my hundredth voicemail, when will you answer? Please answer. I’m sorry that I snapped and scared you. I know that I acted out irrationally during the argument. You’re right, I am childish and short tempered, but that doesn’t give me the excuse to say what I said and act how I acted. Wait? Did I say that right? hopefully because I want to make this right with you. I love you, Y/N, and I know that I have a suckish way of showing it, but I do. You’re the light in the darkness that I live in. never would I have thought of meeting you, meeting love in this Mafia world. I just want, need, you back, baby. Please come back to me,” Jungkook stopped, the sobs taking over him. The scary realization of losing you might be coming true. “Please give me one more chance to make this right.”
And with that, he hung up.
On the other side of the city, you listened to the voicemail that Jungkook had sent to you, tears streaming down your face and blurring your vision, your mind already being made up. Putting on a bra and shoes, you grabbed your purse and made your way to Jungkook’s mansion. When you pulled up, you were met with Phil and Leo at the gate. The two guards gave you smile, relief filling their eyes.
Walking into the mansion, you were met with a disastrous living room that had glass and frames on the carpet. A sigh escaped your lips as you realized that you had of fixing up to do.
“I am this drunk that I am imagining you standing right in front of me?” Jungkook asked, scaring your soul out of your body it felt like.
“It’s actually me, Kook.” You giggled, eyes tearing up at the relieved look in Jungkook’s eyes.
One minute his was on the stairs and the next he was squeezing you into his chest.
“You’re back,” he croaked. “Thank God, you’re back to me.”
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you can’t learn that from books ↠ kim seungmin
genre: friends-to-lovers, college au
word count: 2.4k
warnings: suggestive as hell, swearing
request: yes (anon)
a/n: I hope this lives up to your expectations for passionate kissing with Seungmin, anon! It turned out a lot longer than I expected. Enjoy a study session of a different kind~
✧ masterlist in bio ✧
You hurried along the walkway to the library, your shoulders hunched against the fine mist that was covering every inch of you, and your things, that it could get to. Sighing in relief, you yanked the main door open. It was so nice and warm, and most importantly, dry. After slithering out of your raincoat, you passed a hand through your hair, trying to soak up the clinging moisture with your sleeve. You grinned as you spotted Seungmin sitting by the windows, hunched over his notebook and occasionally chewing on his pencil.
Right after class on Friday, Seungmin had asked you to study with him and you’d gladly agreed. You were really quite excited to study with him, since you needed help editing an essay and Seungmin’s meticulous nature would be a welcome benefit.
You sat next to him in two out of your three Literature classes, and talked incessantly with each other. Well, more like talked, whispered, wrote notes, drew hilariously bad pictures, and even perfected the two-people-stare-at-each-other-and-suddenly-they’re-telepathic form of communication. Your professors had resigned themselves to the fact that you would quietly giggle in the corner together no matter what. However, you still managed to come up with the right answers and take surprisingly detailed notes.
Seungmin made classes that you already enjoyed even better—it was like he could magically brighten a room with just a smile. And, he flirted shamelessly with you, making it painfully clear that he had a crush on you. You’d kind of glaze over whenever he smiled at you, and more than once, he’d had to wave his hand in front of your face to get your attention. Those were not your finest moments, and included much spluttering, blushing, and shakily constructed bravado.
This was all because you had had just as intense feelings for him as he did for you. In short, you were sunk for Kim Seungmin—absolutely smitten.
Surprisingly, there were fewer people in the library than you’d expect on a rainy day. Not that this was a bad thing, though. As you approached the table Seungmin had chosen, he looked up, his eyes sparkling with a smile.
“Hey, Y/N,” he chirped. “Wet enough out there for you?”
“You’ve no idea,” you said, sighing dramatically. “It’s like mist can get through anything. I feel like a drowned rat and it’s not even raining properly.”
“At least it’s warm in here, though, right?” Seungmin said, pulling his bag up onto the table.
You grumbled in agreement, pulling out the chair across from Seungmin and slumping into it. He just watched as you extracted your laptop and several books from your bag.
“So, what’s up?” Seungmin rested his chin in his hands. “Didn’t you want to work on an essay or something?”
“Yeah, let me pull it up.” you said, relieved he’d brought it up, so you wouldn’t have to go through the awkwardness of asking for help.
Seungmin was patient and kind as he helped you edit your paper. He let you learn from experience and through thorough examination of what you were trying to convey, rather than just telling you what to write. It was a good system, and you were pleased with how the paper was turning out. The entire time, you were keenly aware of Seungmin’s presence next to you: the warmth of his arm as it brushed against yours when he went to type something, the resonance of his voice, the way he stared intently at you while you were rambling about what you wrote. You tried to ignore the warm feeling growing inside you, but couldn’t—it was just so damn distracting.
Once you were done, you went to roam among the shelves as Seungmin tried to complete a few paragraphs on an essay of his own. The library was quiet, the smell of the books and the glue used in their bindings a calm counterpoint to the frenetic energy of students researching and writing. You liked the muffled silence of the library, and you imagined you could feel the combined knowledge of thousands of books surrounding you like a cocoon.
You leaned against a bookshelf, opening a book of Korean mythology, specifically on tricksters. After a while, you felt a presence behind you and a light touch on your shoulder. You nearly jumped out of your skin with surprise.
“Sorry, Y/N,” Seungmin said sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to startle you so much.” He kept his hand on your shoulder, though.
“It’s okay,” you said softly, not daring to move with Seungmin so close.
“Is that a good book?” he said, now resting his chin on your shoulder. You weren’t quite sure what to do with him so close, but, then again, you weren’t complaining. Suddenly, you felt like someone had shaken you up like a fizzy drink and that you’d burst from the bubbles of excitement now careening through your body. Trying to calm your pounding heart, you nodded, turning your head slightly.
The brush of Seungmin’s lips against your cheek was so light that you weren’t sure it had really happened, that is, until he kissed your cheek again a little closer to your mouth. You smiled and turned, Seungmin’s hands resting solidly on your shoulders as you held the book of mythology in front of your chest as if it could somehow stop what was already in motion. Seungmin looked down at you, his expression open and completely honest. You could almost read his feelings in his eyes as you saw them flick down to your lips and back up to meet yours.
“Um, can I put the book down?” you asked, causing Seungmin to chuckle and let you go.
“Yeah. Ooops, didn’t think about that before—” Seungmin stopped himself, a blush creeping up his face.
You placed the book back on the shelf, careful to return it to its proper place. “Before?” you prompted with what might have been a smirk, stepping close to him again.
“Before doing this,” Seungmin murmured, and leaned in to kiss you.
It was a fleeting kiss, tender and sweet, just a brief brush of lips together. Even so, you felt like a jolt of electricity passed through your body and gasped a little at the contact. Reaching up, you twined your arms around Seungmin’s neck, completely forgetting that you were in the middle of the library. You couldn’t help yourself—this was exactly what you’d dreamed of in the small hours of the morning.
Seungmin drew back slightly, whispering, “I like you so much, Y/N. Is this … May I ….” He let out a shaky breath, a question in his eyes, and you pressed your lips to his as an answer. He gently moved his mouth against yours, catching at your lips over and over, sighing happily as you hesitantly ran your fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Seungmin moved one hand to between your shoulder blades, while the other cupped your cheek—his hands were surprisingly soft and you could practically feel the tenderness flowing from him. You swiped your tongue along the crease of his lips, smiling as he opened to you immediately. Each of you eagerly explored the other’s mouth, feeling, tasting, savoring.
By now, you were sharing breaths as you kissed. You knotted your fingers in his hair more firmly and he moaned, roughly pulling you to his chest. Every place your bodies met felt like it was on fire, as if just one more point of contact would surely make you blaze up like a bonfire. With a gasp, Seungmin reeled back from you, his cheeks flushed and his hair cutely mussed.
“Woah,” he breathed, running a hand through his hair to try to straighten it. You put a hand to your cheek, trying to keep your composure. “I wasn’t expecting that,” Seungmin continued. “Um, we probably shouldn’t make-out like that in the library.”
“We could go back to my apartment, if you want,” you suggested as you caught your breath. You couldn’t quite believe you’d just said that so boldly, but now that that ship had sailed … “My roommate isn’t going to be back until Sunday night—she had to go home for the weekend.”
Seungmin’s eyes widened and he nodded. “I— Could we? Even if we just watch a movie and cuddle.” His voice trailed off, the implication of what you might do instead hanging in the air between you.
“Yes, definitely,” you said, and took his hand. “Let’s grab our stuff and go before someone comes over here.”
Twenty long and tension-filled, not to mention wet—it was actually raining now—minutes later, you opened the door to your apartment and ushered Seungmin inside to your living room. You both dropped your belongings onto the floor and stripped off your raincoats as fast as you could, not caring how eager you seemed. As soon as he’d kicked off his shoes, too, you pulled Seungmin toward you, crushing your lips to his. You hooked your fingers into his belt loops as Seungmin cupped your face, one hand at your neck. His kisses were addictive, like if you mixed the slowness of hot caramel with the effervescence of sparkling water. You wondered how you’d ever survived without them.
After a moment, Seungmin broke your kiss. His pupils were blown wide with desire, and you knew yours were, too.
“Y/N, are you sure?” he asked. “Do you want to do this? I only want to if you do.” His tone was serious, and you felt a swell of emotion at how earnest he was. (That would definitely be twenty points to the Future Boyfriend tally. Not that you’d actually made one …).
“Yes,” you breathed as you stood on tip-toe to kiss Seungmin again. You could kiss him more slowly now, and lingered at the corner of his mouth, teasing as you then switched to bite at his lower lip.
Suddenly, you were against the door with Seungmin’s arms braced on either side of your head. You let out a surprised “Oh,” liking the confidence radiating off of Seungmin. His mouth met yours once more before he kissed along your jaw and down your neck, pressing kiss after kiss to the sensitive skin. You leaned your head back, exposing more of your neck for him, and moaned as Seungmin stopped to suckle where the curve of your shoulder began. Your breathing quickened as you felt the heat of his body against yours, and you held onto his hips to steady yourself.
“Min, oh my god,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. It was quite difficult as Seungmin now drew down the collar of your shirt to kiss across your shoulder. You hadn’t even realized how good that might feel.
You wanted to be closer to him, wanted to feel the extent of his desire. Reaching up to grab ahold his wrists, you ducked your head to kiss Seungmin again. He smiled against your mouth. You placed Seungmin’s hands on your waist, then began to walk forward as you continued kissing him. He almost stumbled, catching himself as he was still holding onto your hips. Finally understanding, Seungmin moved backward into the room, trying to navigate around a chair and a lamp, until he bumped into the coffee table.
“Ouch,” he muttered, frowning, but went back to kissing you all the same. You giggled and kissed him more thoroughly as an apology for any pain he felt. At last, you reached the couch and Seungmin sat heavily, drawing you down with him.
You knelt above Seungmin’s lap, holding onto his shoulders for balance. “Are you comfortable?” you asked, not wanting to hurt him. He nodded.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Seungmin said in wonder as he gazed up at you. You looked away, shy at the compliment. He reached up to stroke your cheek with a finger. “No, Y/N, you really are.”
You sat back on Seungmin’s knees, covering his hand with yours. “You are, too, you know,” you murmured, then leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “And you have my heart.”
You shifted a little so you were closer to Seungmin on his lap and you felt a slight, hard pressure under you. You settled yourself more squarely on him, grinning as he let out an involuntary groan. As Seungmin moved his hands to your hips—nearly to your bottom—you kissed up his neck and, feeling bold, nibbled at his ear a bit. A shot of excitement coursed through you when his slipped his hands under your shirt—his hands were smooth and warm against your skin.
You nuzzled Seungmin’s neck as he asked, “Is this okay?”
“Yes, your hands feel good,” you said, then brought your lips to his, combing your fingers through his hair.
Seungmin slowly ran his hands up and down your back, leaving little tingling lines all over your skin. You still couldn’t believe you were doing this, but, then again, you and Seungmin had been very obviously courting for months now. He continued to caress your skin, moving steadily upward, until his fingers found the clasp of your bra. You sucked in a breath, drawing back from Seungmin.
“Not yet, please,” you murmured, looking down and away.
“Of course,” Seungmin responded, immediately withdrawing his hands from your back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
You smiled. “Min, no, don’t worry. I didn’t mean never—just not in this moment.”
“Okay. Just tell me if you want to stop or do something differently or anything, okay Y/N?” Seungmin gently threaded his fingers through your hair as he spoke.
“Same goes for you, Min,” you said, leaning into his touch, and he nodded. You enjoyed the feeling of your hair being finger-combed for a while longer. “You can hold me again, you know,” you said, and leaned forward to ghost your lips over his.
Seungmin chuckled and returned to rubbing small circles over the planes of your shoulder blades before slipping his hands back under the hem of your shirt. You sighed against his mouth, and Seungmin pulled you closer, tipping his chin up as you were above him. You could feel Seungmin’s heart racing as you ran your hands over his chest and shoulders, even as your kisses remained languorous.
You gently ground your hips against Seungmin’s, feeling that the hard pressure underneath you was no longer slight. Seungmin groaned low in his throat and kissed you with renewed vigor, continuing to explore the shape of your body with his hands. His hands were now dancing across your belly, your sides, all your curves. Your tongues fought for dominance as you tried to learn each and every part of each other. Feeling as if you’d melt from kissing Seungmin, you let yourself get lost in the feeling of him.
Seungmin pressed his hips up to yours, seeking some sort of friction, which caused the deep well of heat inside you to grow. You rocked back and forth a little over his lap. You cupped Seungmin’s face with your hands, kissing him hard, and pressed yourself against him as closely as you could. Even though he looked at you like you were the most precious, delicate treasure, Seungmin’s grip on you was firm. You shivered at the sensation of his hands digging into the skin of your hips, just under the waistband of your jeans.
You wanted—no, needed—more now.
You drank hungrily at Seungmin’s mouth, your kisses becoming more heated, even desperate. It felt like little bolts of lightning flitted between you. His lips were warm and soft, yet firm and insistent on yours.
“God, oh Seungmin,” you moaned as he sucked and bit at your neck again. “That feels so good. Shit. Please,” you breathed, “more. You can do more—I want you to. I want you.” As you spoke, your heart was pounding so hard that you were sure Seungmin would be able to hear it. Self-consciousness be damned, you pulled at your shirt and, suddenly, you were sitting on Kim Seungmin’s lap in just your bra and jeans.
Seungmin was a little stunned at how needy you’d become and a hard knot of pressure built below his stomach as he was, yet again, amazed by your beauty. He couldn’t deny that he was just as eager as you—he had, after all, wanted this for longer than he cared to admit.
“Anything for you,” he promised, moving his hands to your back again, then kissed across your collarbone before dipping his head lower.
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Don’t Know What Hit Him – Chapter 2
a/n: So after I finished the first chapter of this (what was supposed to be a one shot, ooops lol) I realized I really needed more flustered Adrien in my life... so here we are!
Adrien deals with how he feels about Marinette's accidental confession and decides to make the first move.
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Adrien swung into his bedroom that night and detransformed in a haze, tossing a wedge of cheese to Plagg absent-mindedly before he could complain about it.
Marinette’s words kept echoing in his head. “I want to tell him I love him.”
She didn’t, though? At least—he didn’t think so? But she hadn’t known it was him under the mask, so she hadn’t known she was telling him, which meant she was being honest, which meant that—
She loved him. Marinette loved him.
But she and Chat Noir were friends. She’d said that much as well. So how was he supposed to let her know he knew without revealing he was Chat Noir and without rejecting her because he was still in love with Ladybug and there was no getting around that. Although…
He leaned his forehead to the cool glass of his window and closed his eyes to try to think. There was a simple solution here, he knew it, although it wasn’t entirely obvious to him while he still had Marinette’s scent wrapped around him and her laughter in his ears.
“Plagg? Have you ever been in love?” He didn’t know why he asked, he already knew the answer would be something about cheese. But Plagg was millennia-old, surely he knew what it was like to be stricken by something .
“Once,” Plagg answered, before Adrien heard a gulp and grimaced as he knew the cheese had disappeared in a single bite. “It was a wheel of roquefort that had rolled into the catacombs and aged there without anyone knowing.” Plagg sighed dreamily. “But, like all great romances, it was over too quickly.”
Adrien rolled his eyes. “Ever been in love with something other than cheese?”
“...No?” Plagg’s uncertainty was confirmation enough. Yes, but he wouldn’t talk about it. He zipped over to nestle in Adrien’s hair. “I’d call it more of a mutual annoyance.”
Adrien smiled despite himself. Tikki, Ladybug’s kwami. The black cat and the ladybug were a matched pair. Destruction, creation. Circling each other, a part of each other, two sides of the same coin, but never destined to be together. Master Fu had told him that putting the two jewels together was disastrous. Not to mention the kwamis themselves. So Plagg was just as stuck as Adrien was.
There was a solution. He just had to figure it out. Okay. One step at a time then. Marinette told Chat Noir she was in love with Adrien. Marinette didn’t know Chat Noir was Adrien. She asked Chat Noir for help learning how to dance so she could tell Adrien at the dance. Adrien would be at the dance.
But what if Adrien wasn’t at the dance? He glanced at his reflection. If he asked Marinette to go with him as Chat Noir, Adrien wouldn’t be there. And he could still dance with her, be there with her, reassure her… buy himself time, if he was being honest. That’s all that would do. She’d still want to confess, wouldn’t she? Wouldn’t he if he were in her place?
So that idea was out. He could just not show up at all, but that seemed… impolite wasn’t exactly the word he was searching for. It made him uneasy to think of standing her up, even if he wasn’t going with her. He owed her at least a face to face conversation, didn’t he?
The only thing left then was to go to the dance. Dance with her. Let her confess the way she needed to, then tell her—
What? Tell her what? That he wanted nothing more than to hold her close to him and be around her all the time and let her step on his toes and tangle her fingers in his hair and breathe in the sugar and cinnamon scent that always seemed to follow her around and—
He stood straight up and looked at himself in the window again. A blush had swept across his cheeks when he wasn’t paying attention. He and Marinette were friends. This wasn’t—he didn’t—
But as his blush kept blooming, he realized he did. It was different from his love for Ladybug, which was burning, yearning, pure belief in something bigger than himself. In soul mates, in fate, in destiny.
This was something quiet and peaceful. It had snuck up on him without him realizing. Marinette was everything he thought a home should be. He went to her when he was happy, when he was lonely, when he just wanted to talk. He wanted to be there when she was happy, when she was upset, when she just wanted to talk. She was his friend, his best friend, even, although she didn’t know that outside his mask, and she was so ingrained in his heart by now that it hurt to think of her anywhere else.
He couldn’t be with her as Chat Noir. They were friends now, and besides, he couldn’t tell her his identity. So the next best thing was letting her confess to him and admitting he felt the same. He felt a pang of guilt as his flame for Ladybug flickered traitorously in his heart. He didn’t know what it meant that neither of them was second to him.
Plagg had fallen asleep in his hair as he thought, and he picked the little kwami up gingerly and set him down on his pillow before he pulled out his phone. He was going to do this right.
His heart started hammering as he dialed her number. He knew she’d be awake, that wasn’t the issue, but he was nervous to talk to her for the first time since he’d apologized to her on the day they met.
She picked up on the sixth ring, and she sounded out of breath, or caught off guard. “A-Adrien! You’re—it’s you! I mean, duh, it’s you, why wouldn’t it be you because you called! I-Is everything okay?”
He chuckled. Now that he knew, her rambling around him made a little more sense. “Everything’s fine, Marinette. I was actually wondering if anyone had asked you to go to the dance yet?”
He heard a clatter on her end and then a heavy thump, like she’d dropped her phone then dove on top of it. He winced. He hadn’t meant to surprise her or upset her. He thought she’d be happy?
When she came back on, her voice jumped an octave. “Dance? Oh, dance. Yes, the dance, the soon one, I mean the one soon coming up, the one that you’re—going? You’re going?”
“Yeah, I’ll find a way to be there.” He hadn’t actually asked yet, but if his father objected he’d just sneak out anyways. “I was wondering… well, my father knows you and he likes you. Do you think I could maybe tell him we’re going together?”
He winced again as the words left his mouth. He hadn’t meant to bring his father into this. But he didn’t know how else to explain his sudden decision. There was complete silence on Marinette’s end. He couldn’t even hear her breathing.
“Marinette?”
“Mhmm?” Her answering hum was too high-pitched, like she was holding in a squeal. It made him smile. She was happy he asked.
“Are you okay?”
“Mhmm.”
“So, what do you say? Do you want to go to the dance with me?”
“Dance with you…?” Marinette repeated dreamily. Adrien held in a chuckle. There was something on her end, like a faint squeaking, and it sounded like it said her name before Marinette snapped back onto the line. “To the dance! With you. I—” More squeaking and Marinette took a deep breath. “Absotutely!”
His heart started fluttering somewhere in his throat, and he cleared his throat to speak past it. She said yes. He was going to the dance with Marinette. It seemed too good to be true, but she’d said yes and she was… still on the line. Waiting for him to say something.
“Great! That’s great, Marinette, I’ll see you in class tomorrow?” What? Why hadn’t he considered that? What was he going to do now? Act normal until the day of? That was… really not possible and he would see her every day in class and—
“Tomorrow!” She chirped, and abruptly disconnected the call.
Tomorrow. He gulped. It was going to be a long day.
#miraculous ladybug#ml fic#mlb fic#adrinette#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#adrien and plagg#luck of the draw#fic title: don't know what hit him
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B and Z for the fandom ask meme-
Thanks for the ask, friend! From this post!
B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind
Ok, so initially I did not ship Hatsume Mei with Mina Ashido, mainly because I had never considered it. They never really interacted, and the thought just didn't cross my mind.
Until one day I came across someone who had said they did ship them, and really all it took was that little sentence. (I can't remember where exactly I saw it, or I would definitely insert a link) All of a sudden I was like, !!!!!! The enthusiasm they both have!!!! Mei is so smart!!!! She can be Mina's super smart GF who is a mess!!! and Mina can be the one who reminds Mei to take breaks and rest and do fun things other than tinkering!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S PERFECT!!!!!!!!
And I haven't been the same since.
Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)
Ok, if I'm gonna ramble, right now it's gonna be about Hoodlum and Brawler. They are so freaking cute together!!!! They are so in love!!! I mean, really, Hoodlum blushes, full-on BLUSHES, anytime Brawler displays any sort of strength!!!!!!!! He just eyes those muscles...and goes ooop.....
And I would smack Brawler if he had the gall to lie and say he didn't enjoy the attention. He totally loves it. And I bet he isn't as duped as everyone thinks in that show. He knows Hoodlum is just full of BS when he says he has a 500 000 year sentence, I mean come on. He ain't that dumb. But I think...he goes along with it. Because if he goes along with it and doesn't challenge Hoodlum, well, that means he gets to be around that cute blushing man with the beautiful eyes. (seriously, Hoodlum has the prettiest eyes in the series. If he and Gojo (from JJK) ever met they would have a stand-off over who has the prettiest eyes).
So yeah. I adore them.
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HHFJSLASI YOU AND I ARE JUST PROFESSIONALS WHEN IT COMES TO RAMBLING AND I LOVE IT I'LL MAKE THIS FIRST ASK SHORT SO THAT YOU CAN ADD THE READ MORE AND PUT THE REST UNDER THE CUT SO THAT YOUR FOLLOWERS DON'T HAVE TO DO A LOT OF SCROLLING LMAO - 💫
your brain i love it 😌😌
MISS SHIVI YOU'RE TOO SWEET 🤧💞 HFAKKA JUNGKOOK MADE THE WORLD STOP WITH THAT HAIR DYE AT THIS POINT I'M JUST ✨ manifesting ✨ a selfie of him with that hair and I know for a fact that the moment that one selfie comes out ITS OVER FOR US and OMG IN A BUN??? JDJAKJD I THINK YOURE SPEAKING THE DEVIL INTO EXISTENCE. BLONDE JIKOOK SELCA LETS GO BOYS COME ON DON'T BE SHY 🧚♂️🌸
OOOPS THAT IDOL PERFORMANCE DOES LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE THO...ESP ALL OF THEIR GROWLS..CALM DOWN??? JIMIN?? EXCUSE YOU.
AND JUNGKOOK'S OUTFIT WAS SO HOTJFJSLQJDJWKA. I did watch the performances later and can attest that DYNAMITE SLOW JAM IS NOW MY ANTHEM AND BLONDE JUNGKOOK SINGING IT IS DEFINITELY NOT GOOD FOR MY SANITY
CHANEL MODEL!JIMIN MISS SHIVI I AM THINKING MANY THOUGHTS NOW FOR REAL THO HE SHOULD TOTALLY WEAR MORE CHOKERS AND CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM FINISHING A PERFORMANCE ANF THEN RIPPING IT OFF AND THROWING INTO THE CROWD LIKE JSLWLAKF DEATH UPON US ALL!!! Honestly he can wear anything at this point and ummm 🤸♀️🤸♀️🤸♀️🤸♀️🤸♀️🤸♀️ BUT FBKSKA I HOPE THIS ISNT WEIRD BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF JIMIN'S COLLARBONES PEAKING OUT FROM UNDER THE CHOKER AND WE'RE GOING A LITTLE FERAL AGAIN
BODY ROLLS DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED THERE IS NOTHING MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN HIM NOT ONLY BEING SO HOT BUT ALSO USING PERFECT TECHNIQUE!! AND THAT GAZE BYE I'M SHORT CIRCUITING HE CLEARLY KNOWS HIS POWER AND ISN'T AFRAID TO USE IT aND THAT LOOK GAAAAH 5TH MUSTER JIMIN COME HOME PLS THE FOOD IS COLD AND EVERYONE'S ASKING WHERE YOU ARE (me....I'm everyone) NO NOO DON'T BE SORRY I LOVE IT TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR MUSINGS *cups face in hand and leans on table*
AND I AGREE!! TAEHYUNG LOOKING GOOD IN THAT SUIT ONLY SHOWS US THAT THE GODS TOOK THEIR SWEET TIME ON HIM AND LMFAO I MEAN THEY'RE NOT WRONG THO 🤡 IS A PRETTY ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF US and omg you've got a sister!! that's so nice 💓
LITERALLY ON WITH THAT DANCE BREAK IN A CONCERT WITH JIMIN JUMPING OVER JUNGKOOK WHEN I TELL YOU I UGLY CRIED FOR HOURS AFTER SEEING THAT DURING THE MV PREMIERE I DON'T THINK I'LL LIVE KNOWING THEY DID IT IN A CONCERT and ooooooo you should definitely keep hoping!! We got an I need u performance, so anything's possible!! I got into them with bs&t so it makes me very 🤧🤧🤧 in retrospect but nothing about jimin dancing his jacket off was 🤧 it was more of a 🥵😵🥴🤕🤒 type of feeling LMAO
I KNOW RIGHT I LOVE HOW THEY ALWAYS GIVE US LIL UPDATES EVERYWHERE LIKE "OO I WENT CAMPING" "OO WE ATE BREAD!!" "OOO LOOK WE'RE JUST GOING TO DROP COVERS AND SELCAS SO YOU CAN LOSE WHATEVER LITTLE SANITY REMAINED!!" BUT YES TIMES LIKE THAT WHEN HE TWEETS JIMIN IS THE LITERAL EMBODIMENT OF THE BIGGEST HEART EMOJI
AND FJSLADHK I NEVER TOLD YOU LMAO MY BRAIN 💆♀️💆♀️💆♀️ MY BIAS IS JIMIN!! I MEAN BY THE LOOKS OF IT YOURS IS TOO HE MAKES US ALL SO 💕💓💫💓💗💕🌺🌈💘💓✨💗💓🌸💕💝🌈💓💗 ITS A LITTLE EMBARRASSING HOW MUCH HE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE WOW HOW AM I LETTING A MAN WHOM I DON'T EVEN KNOW HAVE SO MUCH CONTROL OF ME. HE'S JUST... EVERYTHING 🥺 I'M IN MY BREAK AND A LITTLE TOO EMO RIGHT NOW!! BUT I GUESS YOUR BIAS IS JIMIN TOO RIGHT? TAKING BY YOUR LOVELY BLOG AND BRUTALLY HONEST (IN THE BEST WAY!) URL LMAO IF NOT THEM I'M SORRY FOR PRESUMING 🙈🙈 but tell me!! how did you get into them??
(god...I'm just looking and I see I wrote too much I'm so sorry fksjwlfo)-💫
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i love seeing your asks in my inbox ok they make me very happy 🤧🤧 BLONDE JIKOOK IN A BUN SELCA I AM MANIFESTING!!!!!!!! BOYS JUST OPEN YOUR GALLERY AND DROP THEM SELCAS I KNOW YOU HAVE A LOT OF THEM PLS SPARE SOME FOR US THANX 😭
JIMIN IN THAT IDOL PERFORMANCE HOLY SHIT YES 😳 LIKE EXCUSE ME WHAT KIND OF DISRESPECT IS THAT 👁👄👁 and then in the same week he became small cuddly jimin with a boopable nose during the home performance 😔
istg jungkook looked like a very hot rich ceo of a huge company or sth 😳😳 (which he actually is sdfghjk atleast partially sdfg)
CHANEL NEEDS TO CALL JIMIN ASAP 🔫🔫🔫 AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING MAKING ME IMAGINE WILD SCENARIOS LIKE THAT 😭 ok imagine him smirking the “i know im hot” smirk after he throws the choker DEATH OK ABSOLUTE DEATHHHHHHHH and omg yes his collarbones along with the choker 😳😳😳😳 (and no its not weird asdfghj chill)
AND OMG THAT IS THE BIGGEST PROBLEM RIGHTTTTT!!!! THAT PARK JIMIN IS ABSOLUTELY AWARE OF THE POWER HE HOLDS AND HOW HOT HE IS!!!!! AND HE USES IT JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT WHICH IS KNOWS IS ENOUGH FOR US TO GO ABSOLUTELY FERAL and he’s such a fucking tease too dear lord i can’t with him 😭😭😭😭😭 AND OMG “*cups face in hand and leans on table*” STOP BEING SO CUTE OKAY WTF I AM BLUSHING HERE 😭😭😭😭
AND YES 🤡 IS DEFINITELY ALL OF US 🤣 i remember waiting for 12 am kst every freaking day for a week before BE dropped and big hit was like “not today you absolute clowns” on all our faces 🤡 AND YESS AAAAAAAA she’s not my own sister though!! she’s my aunt’s daughter. they’ve come to visit us for a week 🥰🥰
ON DANCE BREAK WITH JIMIN JUMPING OVER JUNGKOOK HOLY FRIKKIN YES BUT HAVEN’T THEY STOPPED DOING THAT JUMP IN THE RECENT PERFORMANCES? im sad :(((( BUT YES THAT IN A CONCERT WITH ARMY CHEERING AND FANCHANTS AND EVERYTHING HOLY SHIT CAN’T IMAGINE THE ENERGY IN THE STADIUM DURING THAT 🤯🤯🤯🤯 ARE YOU KIDDING I GOT INTO THEM WITH BS&T AS WELL. i am never ever ever going to be over that song. and yes jimin’s “accidental” jacket flips in bs&t are the reason is why i live and breathe 😌😌 (and simultaneously die multiple deaths) I AM NOT EVEN MAKING SENSE ANYMORE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AND OMG I KNOW RIGHT WHEN CHRISTMAS LOVE DROPPED WITHOUT A FUCKING CLUE I WENT !@#$%^&*()&^%$#@q@#$%^&*( BECAUSE I HAD JUST WOKEN UP FROM SLEEP AND /?????? NEW SONG FROM JIMIN??????? THAT FELING WAS JUST HHHHHHHHHHHHHH atleast tae gave us a hint BUT I WAS STILL NOT READY WHEN SNOW FLOWER DROPPED. DAMN I HOPE THEY DON’T DO THIS NO WARNING THING WITH KTH1 AND JJK1 BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE FUCKING SLEEPING WHEN THEY DROP ASDFGHJK AND JIMIN AAAAAAAA JIMIN I MISS HIM SO MUCH CAN HE GO LIVE AGAIN PLS I JUST WANT TO HEAR HIS SOFT VOICE AND SEE HIS EYE SMILE AND FLOOFY HAIR AND TINY HANDS :(((((((
AND OMG YOURS TOO???? 😭😭😭 AND PRESUMPTION WHAT PRESUMPTION OMG OFC MY BIAS IS JIMIN (and six bias wreckers 😌😌) LIKE I HAVE JIMIN IN MY ICON AND IN MY HEADER AND IN MY URL AND I GIF JIMIN MOSTLY SO 😭😭😭 WHAT PRESUMPTION 😭😭😭 and god yes i love every little thing about him 🥺🥺🥺 FROM HIS SOCK DOODLES TO HIM BEING SUPER CLUMSY AND HIS JACKET FLIPS AND HIS SEXY BRAIN AND HIS KIND HEART AND HIM NOT GIVING TWO FUCKS ABOUT GENDER TO HIM GROWLING ON STAGE TO HIS NIPSLIPS I JUST!!!!!LOVE!!!!!!EVERYTHING!!!!! 🤧🤧🤧🤧 AND yes lmao my url ok story time!! so when i made this blog... i didn’t know i’d get into giffing and stuff lol so the friend who got me into bts (i’ll come to that story later) suggested jiminsjacketflip as a url for my blog but i was like nah this doesn’t sound cool so i added a bit of ✨pazzaz✨ and made it flipthatjacketjiminie LMFAOOOOO and ive been wanting to change it for a while now because its so fucking long and my watermark on gifs looks shitty because of that 🤡 but i haven’t found anything as unique as this one yet and i also think that if I change my url people won’t recognize me so im just..... living with this one lmaooooo 🤡
AND OKAY OMG so i got into them at the end of june 2020. My friend anna (who also has a blog and makes a++++ gifs @/lifegoesmon) got me into them. She made me listen to them and the first song i heard was stay gold as far as i remember and then it was BS&T AND GODDAMN THE WAY I GOT FUCKING HOOKED TO THE SONG I KEPT LISTENING TO IT ALLLLLLLL DAYYYYYYY and then she showed me the performance for bs&t and i knew i was a goner 🥴🥴 then I watched chaotic bts compilations and they were so fucking funny and adorable that i went like???? how are they so sexy and intimidating on stage and this adorable and chaotic off stage?😭😭😭 we listened to bts’ discography for like three hours on the first day and she shared her playlist with me and stuff and god I just fell for their music. and then obviously with their dance and then obviously with everything about them 🥺🥺 HOW ABOUT YOUUUUUUUU? WHEN AND HOW DID YOU GET INTO THEM???? (and pls don’t be sorry sdfghjk i love reading your asks 💖💖💖) OH ALSO DID YOU WATCH RUNNNNN???????? WHICH ONES DID YOU WATCH????
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First off, I’m glad you enjoyed my Waterloo rant. I honestly need to send an apology to @frangipanilove, @twdmusicboxmystery, and @angelthefirst1 about how pushy I was on the studying everyone’s arc. They brought up a good point of “you do realize we still have lives outside the net right?” and I kinda was like “lol ooops truuuee....” because yeah that’s true lol. Their strong points are their strong points. That’s why they have idiots like me to offer outside ideas and thoughts lol. Sorry y’all!
That said, after Alpha’s death and with Beta now basically the new Alpha…. Yeah. That’s right, anon. Beta is indeed the new Napoleon. And I also want to backtrack something I didn’t think about last time…. I said that Hilltop was Waterloo… But I’m wondering if it was actually supposed to be the Battle of Quatre Bras/Battle of Ligny, which was basically the preliminary fights that lead to the Battle of Waterloo. Especially considering The Battle of Quatre Bras/Battle of Ligny happened June 16th 1815 and the Battle of Waterloo was two days later on June 18th 1815.
After my ramble on Waterloo, I went and decided to do a brief run of the battles Napoleon was in (Due to CV19 I have dead time at work so why not just read up on Napoleonic wars for shits and giggles and to satisfy my curiosity of things). None of them really spoke to me except for the battles Napoleon fought in the 1815s, which is the year of Waterloo. Which lead me to Quatre Bras/Ligney and a bit of a “Oh!” moment.
So I don’t speak French. I took Spanish in High School, sucked, then took French and still stuck! But I do remember specific words and I remember my world history class… Quatre-Bras is the French word for “crossroads” and it translates – according to my friend who took six years of French – to “four arms”. AKA a four way stop. A crossroad. Two roads clashing. Two roads clashing that also fell into three other municipalities – Genappe (the castle), Wallonia (the rooster), and Belgium (the lions) – the parenthesis are what their coat of armor symbols have/are and that could be noted to the main three settlements associated in this war but could also mean nothing, I just thought it was interesting ignore meeee
Quatre Bras is a small human built settlement; a village if you will. The village is located on the crossroads of “Charleroi-Brussels” road and the “Nivelled-Namur” road. This crossroad of the “C-B” and “N-N” (as I’m calling them for short) was – as said – the battle that would set up things to lead to Waterloo.
See Napoleon – making skillful and very bold/risky maneuvering – had been able to secure essential and strategic needs after he and his troops had crossed into the southern Netherlands the day before. He kept his army deployed close together – like he was compacting his army – and this spanned out twelve miles wide (12 Miles Out eeeeyyyy! :P ) and kept the British and Prussian forces separated, which made either easier to deal with. Napoleon…. he sets up himself with an error. See on June 16th 1815, he had originall planned to move a bulk of his force to go against the Duke of Wellington at the Quatre Bras (crossroad). But he became aware that that the Prussians had decided to assemble at Ligny (a village in the Sombreff municipality aka ou Hilltop perhaps) and they were very vulnerable – again – because of this split from the British forces.
Napoleon ended up handing the reigns over for Quatre-Bras to commander Marshal Michel Ney – a highly respected commander that Napoleon called his bravest of the brave – and have him take over against Wellington by shifting his forces instead to Ligney… And Napoleon would defeat Prussian marshal Gebhard Blucher and win… But Michel would play it to cautious and with his numbers lower than ready for, this choice would allow the Duke of Wellington to reinforce his outnumbered troops with allies made in Quatre-Bras. There was also a lot of miscommunications between Napoleon and Ney and their middle force commander, Marshal Jean-Baptiste Drouet. I won’t go into the full battle breakdown (because I’m not a battle marshal and would not do good at explaining it), but basically a good few errors lead to an English victory in Quatre-Bras and a French forces defeat/retreat.
Which brings me to TWD… it seems like the fall/burning of Hilltop is actually the fall of Ligny… Which means the battle of Waterloo is going to be Beta’s (the new Napoleon) fight against Alexandria and that means… We still have a chance for things to play out like the battle did in history… This could mean a return of Maggie with reinforcements! Could Maggie be the Prussians coming to aid?? Maybe perhaps she could even show up with Connie? Or Connie can lead her to things? Or, Hell, Connie could still be hiding in the hoard… I mean these are all speculation on my part but hey a girl can speculate, right??
Keep in mind – again – that Napoleon’s defeat at Waterloo was because of Napoleon’s choice to wait out the waterlogged ground and let it dry and instead attack at dawn. This gave the Prussian’s all night to march to Waterloo to aid the British.
… Beta marched the Whisperers and the walker army at Dawn in this last episode… A whole day and night (two) had gone by before he’s marching on to Alexandria… Eh! Ehhhh! Seeee? See what I’m seeing now hohoho!
You can understand why I feel a little pleased with myself on this thought... Something is cooomminnngg!
#the walking dead#team delusional#team defiance#team on the fence#team acceptance#team whatever happens will happens#team i don't care i'm having fun#thoughts#theories
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Purple Thunder (Roger Taylor Series) Part 5
(present/old) Roger Taylor x Reader
Notes:
as promised, I still made it on time, well kind of.. as this relationships develops I’d be happy to hear some of the concepts you guys have/ would love Reader and Rog do/experience etc. :) I’d be really grateful and excited to hear some of that..
other wise, same old jazz: sorry for grammar/ mistakes, English is not my first language but anyways, I gave it a go. Enjoy and feel free to submit requests, feedback etc. :)
If you haven’t already, please check this out: Introducing: Purple Thunder :)
Warnings: a bit of cursing, cheating, we’ll get to more in time, don’t worry ;)
Words: 2.5k
„How was that?“ your drummer Sid gave you a questioned and expecting look through the glass wall from the recording booth, as he fiddled around with the drum sticks, twirling one in his right hand. Roger was already in the black leather chair next to you, willing to produce the whole new album and of course, he didn’t give you a chance to deny it, or to put it better, he insisted on taking over the job as producer.
“It was good, really good…. but I don’t know.. I feel like we’re repeating ourselves over and over again” your eyes darted from the sound board to your band member. “It’s good, but it all sounds the same. Don’t you think?” You put your elbow to rest your chin in your hand in a thoughtful gesture looking to Roger beside you. His air was a bit messy, but still looked flawless. He put so much work and detail into each song, trying to make little masterpieces out of them, but as much as you appreciated his work, something was wrong.
“I’ll try a new pattern then? To match the tempo you had in mind?” Sid made you beam back him again, already finding a new beat as he was waiting for your answer.
“Have you tried drumming machines?” Roger firstly looked at you, then Sid, then back at you.
“It’s not exactly the real thing but it’ll give you something to experiment with” Roger suggested, lightly scratching his beard.
“Your call, boss” Sid smiled at you , he was indeed excited about Roger’s ‘new role’ in your band, considering that he had been a life - long fan of his, picking up drumming because of Roger in the first place. It should also be mentioned that his parents met at Live Aid back in 1985 when they were just 15 years old, both stood in front row cheering on their favourite band: Queen. Sid especially recalled seeing pictures of Roger in magazines his parents owned, showing a younger Roger wearing some nice suits, having a glass of wine in his hand and always a beautiful young thing by his side. A major part in his decision making on wanting to become THE next Roger Taylor. And he did.. Well sort of.. Sid was someone who enjoyed life… and especially the ladies… He enjoyed it so much that he lost count of the hearts he had loved and left haunted.
“Ok, let’s try it, you guys mind if I go out for a smoke?” you asked as Sid jumped excitedly into the seat next to Roger.
“It’s alright love.” Roger gave you a smile and turned to Sid “Now, we’ll start with the basics, you can imitate any percussion on this, if you just…” Roger’s voice drowned out as you made your way out of the sectioned area you had rented, up the stairs to the roof terrace. After 10 minutes of smoking and collecting your thoughts you made your way back onto the ground floor, passing the counter in the foyer where Laura, a good friend of yours had been working. Dan had declined all calls since his outburst in the studio the other, which didn’t make the situation any easier. Arriving back in the booth the drum backing track had surprisingly fast, already been laid down.
Time went by flying as Roger showed Sid some tricks of his own on the drums, which left him amazed.
“Today’s been great, you’re heading into a kind of different direction in terms of music, I mean your last two albums were excellent, but I think this is going to be even better” Roger smiled adding finishing touches to the mastering of yet another song. Sid had left you two to it again, heading off to meet his parents. Probably also to tell them that he is currently working with rock royalty, but we’ll leave that aside.
“You listened to those? I’m sorry, I’m just.. I never thought someone like you would listen to my kind of stuff” you chuckled.
“Someone like?” he laughed. “Why do you always think so bad of yourself? Those two records were really good! Of course I listened to them, got to know what’s hot in the moment… Y’know.. what the teenagers fancy… or whom. I read all the music magazines.”
“You’re probably the only person who still reads those” you laughed giving him a light pat on the shoulder.
“Hey” he frowned a bit, but a smile appeared on his lips, signalling he wasn’t taking it too seriously.
“You’re growing with your music, it’s a good thing. Without any of the growing and changing part, Queen would have probably never made it. Gotta think outside the box y’know, do what your heart tells you to do.” He touched your shoulder in a loving gesture.
“And if it tells me to quit?” you whispered but it was still audible for him.
“I don’t know if I want to keep doing it. I’m not feeling it anymore, the excitement, the relief, the love…”
“Are you sure you’re still talking about music here?” Roger looked at you softly, trying to test the waters.
“I don’t know... Music’s always been there for me when friends or family were turning their backs on me, or when I was too afraid to ask for help, I’d just put some record on and everything was fine. It helped me cope with so much, you helped me cope with so much.” looking into his eyes.
“Listening to your music was almost like a healing process, I know it sounds weird but it was and still is. I’m just… confused right now. Do I want to continue? Make an album, tour and then end up in the same dark place I had been in two years ago, because absolutely nothing feels right about it? Do I attempt to make my fans happy, but end up disappointing them because nothing feels right? There’s always so much pressure, I don’t even know who we’re doing this for anymore” by now there were a few hot tears escaping your face. You felt pathetic. Pathetic for always crying and being miserable when Roger was around. He must think you’re a fool by now, someone that’s not capable of the spotlight anyway. Someone weak and undeserving.
On the other hand…..
Roger knew what it meant to make sacrifices, also for the sake of his other three band members back in the day. When you’re up against 3 equals, you’re not always able to convince them with your ability or choice. Whether it depends on the melody and musical part of each song or the lyrical choices. Roger often recalls having a song idea, which then ended up being taken apart by his band mates, trying to change every little thing possible.
This happens, especially when each individual has their own favourite type of musical style. The journey of a musician in expanding their horizon ends, with not feeling it inside their heart anymore. Or the feeling being lost, hurt and especially left out. No matter how many people they’re surrounded with.
You two were sitting with him on the black leather couch, one leg on the couch, one on the ground, while he was listening to you ramble on as if was the most interesting thing ever. Comforting you, giving advice, but most importantly not trying to lead you into any direction, which many people have tried before. He was there. He cared. Lost in comfort you pulled up your feet to place them in his lap.
“I was too stubborn when I was younger, but I know now! Don’t do what might sound like the best idea. It usually ends up going into the opposite direction. If following your heart means breaking free from everything that’s holding you back now, then you could do that” Roger gave you a sympathetic smile, softly rubbing your ankles.
“If it means taking a break from all of this” he made a circling gesture “then you could do that! Don’t feel like letting anyone down, they’ll understand. We used to release an album every year for quite some time, but the fans still continued supporting us, it’s not going to be any different here.” You brought your legs from his lap to the ground scooting closer to him. A failed attempt.
“Do you know how to play?” he picked up the drum sticks that had been lying on the little table beside him and you shook your head in response. He got up and walked over to the drum kit with you following closely.
“Be ready to learn from the best then” he sat down on the little stool behind the kit, making enough room for you between his legs, patting for you to sit down. You did. You held the drum sticks in both of your hands when he brought his around you, to teach you a simple pattern.
“So try hitting the high hat eight times in beat of one measure. Snare comes in at 2nd and 4th hit.” You followed his instructions perfectly earning praise.
“Yeah, just like that, keep the tempo. Now try adding the kick drum on both beginning and end of the 1st and 3rd beat.” You followed his instructions again.
“We have a natural here” Roger laughed reaching forward to brush the hair out of your face that was sticking to your forehead.
“Solo time” it took a few loud clashes on the cymbals to send the sticks flying through the room.
“Ooops” you laughed covering your mouth with your hand, your head slightly tilting to one side as Roger laughed into your shoulder.
“A true rockstar” you turned your head to face him.
No phone this time, no text interrupting this moment. There it was. Your all or nothing moment.
You leaned forward pressing your lips against his.
He helped you turn around to sit in his lap without ever breaking the kiss.
“You’re the most impactful, strong and beautiful woman I got to witness in such a long time” he brought his hand up and brushed a few strands of your hair out of your face.
You moved closer to him, pressing your lips against his again and he deepened the kiss.
Your heart was racing when your lips touched his, the feeling of his beard tickling your chin as his mouth started to move along with yours, his lips surprisingly soft. You moved your hand into his messy hair as one of his hands moved to your hip, the other cradling your cheek. Sudden realization hit you and you pulled back. Roger opened his eyes at the sudden loss of contact, when he saw you with your head already in your hands as you were nervously pacing around the room.
“I really seem to mess everything up, huh?” you mumbled to yourself, not intended for him to hear.
“Hey, it’s alright” calming down was the last thing on your mind now. “You’re alright!”
“No, nothing’s alright, Roger! I’ve been telling myself that for far too long now.. I get it if you don’t want to see or work with me ever again “you were cut off when his lips crushed against your again, he pulled you onto the leather couch with him, back into his lap. A feeling of safety crept into your heart as he pulled you tighter, kissing along your jaw.
Nothing mattered, not the fact that your boyfriend was currently touring the states, avoiding every single temptation on the way, nor Roger’s wife who was patiently waiting for her husband’s phone call from the other side of the world.
Your face was pressed against his chest, the scent on his shirt in your nose and it felt like the safest place in this world. He held you as close as possible.
“What are we now”
“I don’t know. But I hate the fact you’re everything I was looking for, when I wasn’t looking for it.” Roger replied with a hint of sadness in his voice, caressing your hair.
“Have dinner with me, I know this restaurant, pretty hidden…”
“what if they-“
“Brian’s going to be there. No paparazzi to worry about.”
So you agreed. Without having any other conversation your current status, he held your hand. On the way to the cab, in the car itself, earning no suspicious look from the driver who probably didn’t even notice your intertwined fingers. Roger only let go once you entered the restaurant.
Brian was already there, definitely not expecting you on joining them, as he had already taken a seat on a table for two. Roger was right, no paparazzi around.
A young waitress with long brown hair pulled up into a ponytail, which was about 16 years old, was willing to reseat you. She was nervous and almost trembling, so you suspected her to be star struck by the two rock royalties who you shared the table with.. She came back with a tray of drinks, nearly tripping over own feet when she finally reached your table. Brian was just about to ask her if everything was alright, Roger beside you with a smug smile but it wasn’t them she was interested in.
“Actually I’m so sorry it’s not really professional, but (Y/N) I’m such a big fan!! Could I please take a picture with you! I’m so sorry to disturb you, I just can’t help myself” the young waitress bounced nervously from one foot to the other. Roger took a quick picture for the girl, who had now basically wrapped her arms around you, still trembling. It was cute, a small reminder of why you’re still doing this. Making people happy… but somehow always leaving yourself out of the frenzy of happiness. She thanked you by giving you another squeeze and you took your seat next to Roger.
“So… how’s the album getting along? Roger told about some complications concerning the guitarist? Did everything turn out alright?” Brian asked, taking a sip from the beer in front of him.
You were struggling to answer that question. Your guitarist had basically left, you were far behind in production and material. Yeah everything went great, except for the fact that management was pressuring you, because of the money they were about to lose. Everything was great.
Roger noticed the worry in your eyes so he was trying to change the topic.
“Let’s not talk about work now, what are y’all having? Bill’s on me” he placed his hand on your thigh under the table, making sure no one would see and gave you reassuring squeeze. It was all you needed in this moment to calm down.
Brian was quite suspicious. He had known his best friend for over 50 years now. Even considered him a brother. He knew when something was going on with Roger. And that was a lot in this moment. He saw it, right in front of him. Every single look that was exchanged between you and Roger, every single gesture and the exchanging touches. Love.
Roger payed the bill as promised and wanted to drop you off at your flat. Brian though had other plans, which involved a serious conversation with his best friend. So tricked Roger into the belief that some ‘serious’ problem about the upcoming tour came up.
“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing Roger?”
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Once, you said you thought all tha batkids had a form of adhd in your opinion, so how do you think it is with every one of them Like, dick is probably an hiperactive one and tim seems to be de innantetive type, and idk damian must be hiperactive or the mix type one, idk with jason, do you think they have overloads or ??? Idk if i wrote everything right, i'm spanish so.. yeah...
You wrote everything just fine! Bilingual icon! We stan!
Tbh, I generally project various aspects of my own ADHD onto various different Batkids as a way of kinda….getting into each of their heads, in as much as its about reading those behaviors into their canon depictions. If that makes sense? So its not strictly about interpreting canon, when it comes to this, its a mix of that and just personal headcanons.
And just for general reference, whenever I use the term headcanon, personally, I use it to mean…..just how I like to imagine something about a character. It doesn’t mean there’s not canon out there that might contradict it, it means that for the sake of that particular headcanon, that’s not what I’m relying on or building off of.
So because ADHD contains a wide spectrum of behaviors and tendencies and symptoms, not all of which are present in every individual, there’s a lot that are ‘left out’ of my personal ADHD Batkids headcanons. So I mean, anyone who has different ADHD tendencies than I do myself is not necessarily going to agree with my takes or might perceive behaviors or mannerisms in the Batkids that I don’t myself.
Okay, so -
Dick: Since its no secret that I relate to Dick the most and project onto him the most, he’s the ‘most like me’ in terms of ADHD behavior. He rambles, he bounces all over the place, he’s constantly in motion….when he has the freedom to be. That last part is critical because something a lot of people don’t consider about ADHD is that medication isn’t a universal experience. And so some people do manage to come up with various forms of personal behavior adjustments or coping strategies to manage their own symptoms without medication. Like for myself….my parents hated psychiatry, therapy, medication, etc. They didn’t want us going to anyone like that.
So when I was growing up, medication literally wasn’t an option for me….but at the same time, they had massive expectations for me, academically, with piano, my sports, karate, etc….much like I view Dick having even just such expectations for himself due to wanting to impress Bruce, even if Bruce was trying not to be so overbearing about those things when Dick was younger. So in order to try and meet my parents’ high expectations, without medication or even an ADHD diagnosis when I was a kid….I had to find various strategies that worked for ME, to allow me to…circumvent, my more counter-productive tendencies. Some of them worked, some of them didn’t, and almost none of them were things that I consciously mapped out or thought about in those terms….because I wasn’t thinking about myself as someone who had ADHD, but rather someone who was lazy, inattentive, etc.
Basically, where I’m going with that is I do think Dick is very high energy and zigs and zags wildly in his thought processes, etc….which can make him highly intuitive, see connections that don’t occur to other people but just jump out to him, allow him to rally when he’s absolutely exhausted…BUT also have the downside of making him lose track of various things, have trouble sitting still even when stealth is a necessity, etc….things that as a vigilante and detective, he can’t AFFORD to let get in the way of his ‘duties.’
I do headcanon that he’s diagnosed and has medication to help with this….BUT he has his own….life adjustments that he’s calibrated over time to help with this as well. So for me, the times when he’s depicted as bouncing all over the place don’t contradict the times he’s shown able to be absolutely still and silent for the sake of a case, etc….because he’s found ways to compensate for his ADHD, with medication and even without it. For instance one thing that’s always been a huge help to me is exercise and physical activity. Even MORESO than medication at times, because I have a very fast metabolism and burn through most drugs very quickly. But for various reasons, my body and my ADHD are able to manufacture enough of what I need through various forms of exercise and physical activity that allow me to operate at my best.
Like, when I can be, I’m a bit of a gym rat, which isn’t atypical for a Hollywood bi boy, lol, but it really has nothing to do with trying to stay in shape aesthetically. Okay not nothing, I mean, I AM a peacock, let’s be real, lmao. BUT. Its really more about me being my peak self, because exercising regularly, doing the physical activities I enjoy….they complement my meds and compensate for what my meds can’t, to allow me to kinda enjoy all the perks of my ADHD without suffering too many drawbacks from the downsides.
And so this is where I see Dick being very similar, and why he can encompass a wide range of behaviors and mannerisms…..his physical activity and athleticism. Its not about just training his body and keeping his body at peak performance, its about doing the same thing for his mind.
BUT there are drawbacks here too…..because think about how in canon Dick doesn’t tend to do well with being injured or on bedrest….unable to be active, exercise, etc….its not just vanity or ego, its not just ADHD and wanting to be in motion….its also….without that constant consistent regimen of physical activity and exercise….his ADHD goes out of balance. His brain, his behavior, his moods aren’t ABLE to be at their best, even WITH medication.
Like, for my own personal health reasons, I haven’t been physically able to exercise in a LONG time. And there’s a definite downside to that for me, even with me still on my meds…because my meds have ALWAYS been able to only do so much. So I’m more irritable and moody than I am when I’m able to exercise regularly, I’m more jittery and full of pent up energy with no way to vent it or release it when it builds up and starts to get overwhelming….basically I’m saying that lol, when you’re ADHD and you for various reasons have made your lifelong coping strategies contingent on your ability to stay physically active and fit….any situation that prevents you from doing your normal physical routines SUCKS. A LOT.
So, that to me is the biggest factor in my ADHD headcanons for Dick….not even the ADHD itself, but the way he’s built up strategies for coping with it even without meds (because I also headcanon he has a ridiculous metabolism, I mean look at him). And going hand in hand with that fact is that to various degrees I headcanon him as being somewhat DEPENDENT on his physical routines, his exercise, even his patrols, which have been a form of routine for him since he was a kid. So when those routines are disrupted, when he’s unable to go out in the field, or get out of bed….its not just about him WANTING to be out there because he’s restless, because he hates being sick or injured…its those things, sure, but its also about….his brain itself is out of whack as a consequence, he’s moody, he’s not as able to cope with his depression or PTSD symptoms or even just stress in general….
Like, to me, Dick isn’t a ‘bad patient’ or a pain when he’s sick or injured just to be contrary….he’s not in a rush to get back on his feet or back in the field because he’s too stubborn for his own good…its because he NEEDS to be. He doesn’t know how to be his best self without it.
(I’ll add onto this thread with reblogs for the other kids as I get time to add them in, since uh, this is a post unto itself. Oh how weird, I got carried away and said lots and lots just for one character OOOPS MUCH UNEXPECTED).
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Oh, Baby? (Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader)
A/N: Ooops another one? I got bored and wanted to write. I hate usually anything involving pregnancy or babies but this seemed like it would be a fun idea so here we gooooo. I have no clue what the ship is going to be here, so we’ll just figure that out while we make this thing. Also, I do not watch the Bachelor/ette, so if this sounds wrong oops. Just felt like throwing pop culture in there. I hope you guys enjoy this. As per usual, if enough people like it, I’ll continue it. If not, it’s gonna get thrown out tbh. Let me know if you want to be tagged by sliding in the asks, inbox, or just comment on it and be like “TAG ME!” Thanks for the support~
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Word Count: 997
Warnings: Pregnancy
“Steve, I’m in trouble.”
That’s all you had said on the phone. You stood in your bathroom, tears in your eyes as you waited for him to get to your apartment. He surely had hopped on his motorcycle and was running every red light to get to where you were. He didn’t even wait to see what the emergency was, no questions asked. Steve just knew he had to be there for you, because you never asked anyone for favors or for help. You didn’t think it could happen to you, but it did. You had checked three times now. The tests all lay on the sink counter, reading positive for pregnancy. The worst part was that the father wanted nothing to do with the child. You had given your ex-boyfriend, Josh, a call before you told Steve. Josh had said to get an abortion, and if you didn’t, he would forfeit parental rights. He wanted nothing to do with you or the tiny life that was growing inside you. This had you sobbing uncontrollably now at the realization that your child would be fatherless.
Before you catapulted further into an anxiety attack, you heard the unlocking of your door. Steve had a key for your apartment for emergencies, and to feed your cat Milo when you were on vacation or working late. “(Y/N)?” he called, rushing down the hallway towards the bathroom where he saw the door ajar and light on. “What hap- “he started to ask, worry clear on his face, but he paused when he noticed the tests sitting there. He immediately pulled you into his embrace as he stroked your hair softly, feeling the tears soak into his gray t-shirt. “Josh wants me to get an abortion” you whispered into his chest, feeling smaller than you had in weeks. The break-up certainly took its toll on you, but this was a whole new ballgame. “Is that what you want?” Steve asked you, pulling away to look you in the face. “No, but how am I going to afford to raise this kid by myself? He’s giving up his rights, and I can’t bring a child into this world on my salary. I work at a diner, for Christ’s sake!” you shouted at your super-soldier best friend. “I’m behind on bills, I can barely afford this apartment, and well, I have to probably rehome Milo.” Steve shook his head as you rambled on, trying to get you to stop panicking but it wasn’t working. “Woah there, hey. I’m not going to let you get all riled up like this, especially now since you’re, well, you know” he trailed off, but then pulled out his phone and began typing furiously and quickly. “Steve, what are you doing?” you asked him as you wiped the makeup off your messy face. “Don’t worry about anything, okay? Let’s go and get your mind off this all. Isn’t The Bachelorette on tonight? I know you don’t want to miss who Hannah goes on a date with this week” he said with a chuckle as he took your hand and led you towards the couch in your tiny living room.
As soon as you sat down, however, in barged another visitor. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t go and beat his ass, Steve!” Bucky shouted as he made his way over to the couch, seething. “Buck, I told you not to say anything in front of (Y/N), we can’t have her stressed out!” Steve said through clenched teeth. “You act like I give two fucks about that; this son of a bitch wants to play ditch out dad? We’ll see about that! It takes two to make a baby!” Bucky had always been protective over you, and to see him lash out like this broke your heart. You knew he only meant the best, but right now, his screaming and agitation led you to crying. “See what you did!” Steve growled as he pulled you close to him again. “Shit, (Y/N), I didn’t mean to make ya cry, doll” Bucky apologized. He sat on the other side of you, draping an arm over your shoulder, and began to rub your back softly. “It’s okay, guys, really” you finally said as you tried to put on a brave face. “I can do this. I’ll take more shifts at the diner, I’ll sell more of my furnitu-“ you explained but found yourself cut off by Bucky. “Woah, there. You have me and Stevie, and we aren’t letting you do this by yourself.” He looked to Steve, and he shook his head in confirmation. “We have an extra room in the tower right now, and I checked with Tony. He’s letting you have it for free if you’ll help around his lab. Kinda like a personal assistant. Once the baby comes, we can set up a nursery in your suite at the tower. We’re all going to pitch in and help. You’re not alone, (Y/N). Please, let us help” Steve pleaded with you as he held one of your hands in his.
You thought of the idea of not having to work night shifts anymore, not having to mop floors, and to be secure in finances for the little bundle of joy that you would be bringing into this crazy world. You then thought of the care and love that Bucky and Steve would provide for your child and found yourself shaking your head yes with even more tears in your eyes. “Man, this is the most emotional I have seen you in, well, forever” Bucky said with a hearty laugh. “Well, let’s move you in” Steve declared with a smile, and made a quick call on his phone, surely to Tony. “Can you send over a truck? Thanks, man” he said as he ended the conversation. Within the hour, a moving truck with two contracted professional movers were ready to help you begin your new life in the Avengers Tower.
#bucky barnes#steve rogers#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#steve rogers x reader#bucky banres fic#steve rogers fic#captain america x reader#winter soldier x reader#marvel#mcu#marvel imagines#avengers imagines#avengers fanfiction#marvel fanfiction
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Get to Know Meme that I saw @witchofapollo do so I’m having a go!
Do you have a magical/Pagan name?
Not really but a lot of people call me Barns or Barnie
How did you find Paganism?
I’ve always been interested in celtic paganism, norse paganism and other nothern Europe and west Europe spirits and deities, however I was raised catholic so I wasn’t allowed to delve deep into it all. This May though, after a year of doing agnostic witchcraft I finally answered the call of the Green Man, a figure I’ve long been interested in since I was about nine. Its debatable whether they are a deity as such but my personal experience and UPG is that they do have divine like powers.
How long have you been practicing?
About a year and a half?
Are you out of the broom closet?
No, my dad is still very much catholic and my mum calls witchcraft, tarot and crystal things mumbo-jumbo and is very insulting to most people who do those things so I don’t feel comfortable to let my family know. I did kinda tell my sister when I was drunk but she didn’t get it so? not really.
Solitary or group practitioner?
Solitary as I developed my own correspondences for all the things I work with so it would be hard to work in a group.
What is your path?
Rather eclectic but focused mainly on plants, animals, fungi and colour magic with rocks.
D E I T Y
What’s your brand of deism?
I don’t know the proper term but I’m very sure that many deities exist, but I just don’t ever see signs or interact with them, only the Green Man
Who is your patron God/ess?
Again, debatable whether they are a deity but the Green Man
What Gods do you worship?
The Green Man, however I refer to them with they/them pronouns as they present themselves in many different forms. I also will use a specific pronoun if I’m talking about them in a certain moment, for example today she is using she/her pronouns. (This is all UPG and personal experience, please don’t refer to me!)
Do you fear darkly aspected Gods/Goddesses, or rather respect them?
I don’t really understand this question? I’ll try and answer it but I may answer a question of my own making XD
I think all deities are flawed and should be viewed as such, but still respected. And depending on your personal feelings and experience with them, you should feel how you truly feel about them, whether that be fear, admiration or neutral.
Do you worship the Christian God?
No, and even though I used to be catholic I don’t think I ever really worshipped Them in a real sense?
Do you worship animals? Or plants?
Oh yes, researching animism is what finally made me start practicing witchcraft.
N A T U R E
Do you regularly commune with nature?
Oh yes!!! I go on walks and rambles a lot and sometimes just sit and let everything breathe with me.
Taken a camping trip just to talk to nature?
No, I’ve not been camping in years due to my dad’s bad back but I hope to soon with Leo, my husband.
Describe the moment you felt closest to Mother Earth?
I went to a rather off the map loch in Scotland back in 2017 and just looking into the cool clear crystal water, the gentle wind brushing my face, I felt so full and enriched.
Do you have a familiar?
Yes, Slartibartfart!
Have you ever called upon the powers of an animal in ritual?
Yes, I often call upon birds, deer or hares.
Or a plant?
Yes, a lot!
Do you hug trees?
Yup!! Its lots of fun!
Give them gifts?
I’ve not in years no, I used to leave little leaf brooches??? Pierced with daisies and clover at the foot of trees when I was about nine or ten.
What are your favorite plants to work with?
Thyme, purple sage, oak and grasses.
What are your favorite trees to work with?
Ooops I said oak in the previous one XD I also like to work with Chestnut trees and hazel trees.
What is your favorite holiday?
Autumn Equinox, I love making wild mushroom dishes!
What is your least favorite holiday?
? I mean, I don’t use the traditional wheel of the year but I don’t have a least favourite holiday.
Have you ever held a ritual on a holiday?
No
Ever taken a day off work to celebrate a Pagan holiday?
No
Do you celebrate Yule on the 21st rather than the 25th?
I’d like to do it on the 21st, but its my sister’s birthday and I’m also not open with being a witch so I don’t. I just do secret things on christmas :p
Tagging: @pleiadic-magic @littlewitchytransboy and anyone else who wants to have a go!
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14x08 Bullet Point Rambles
And we jump right in with Dabb's quote of the day: “Don't give me that meant to be crap.” Oh, Dean Bean
“What happens next?” Jack asks. Sam LIES and tells him he doesn't know but man oh man hello all three of these dudes are experts on death
Oh NOOOOOOOOOO Dean didn't get to say goodbye and neither did we. (Boris: I'm not ready yet!)
Oh lord Sam's about to do something stupid
Yessss, Cas and Dean are driving in Cas's car. They find Sam sitting in the road. A crossroad's deal??? Oh, Sam says he was trying to build a pyre. (Sam, that's green wood – it ain't gonna burn fast.)
Cas tells them that Jack's death doesn't feel natural – especially since he was taken before Cas (Boris: technically not true – you were recently dead my friend around the hour of Jack’s birth.)
AAAAWWW they're eating nougat and drinking to mourn Jack – god DAMN IT
(Boris: God damn it.)
Um. Is Jack in Heaven hunting with all his dads? I AM ON BOARD
Heaven begins to glitch...and Jack quickly finds his door and leaves. (Natasha: he clearly read the manual)
Black GOO starts to chase Jack down the hall. Oh. Crap
Wow, old Lily Sunder was cast really well. She's here to read Kevin's angel tablet translations. Interesting
Whoa, Lily suggests using Jack's soul to power his resurrection. Daaaamn. Lily's bartering her help for a spot in Heaven.
So...it's a heist / resurrection episode?
Oh, Anubis decides who goes to Heaven or Hell – not Reapers. I like this. Added layers to Heaven the stretch beyond the usual
“You can do that? You can summon a god?” “Done it before”
HOLY SHIT Jack goes to meet Kelly. HELP US WE'RE DYING OF EMOTION. She finds out he died and I...am getting some tears here. I thought I was ready. I was not.
Cas returns to the bunker, very worried, to report that all of Heaven's gates are open – even the ones closed by Metatron - and Heaven’s broadcasting a distress signal
Dean makes Lily tell him what she gets out of the deal. She has a sliver of soul left and she's going to use it to get up to her daughter in Heaven
Cas talks to Duma who gives Cas some super nebulous information about the black goo that attacked. Cas and Duma head off to look for Jack
Naomi sweeps into Jack's Heaven with the answer. The Shadow – the thing that rules the Empty is causing trouble. OH YES I’m so glad The Empty has come into play at last. I KNEW it had to come back
“The Empty considers Jack his property” since he’s part angel. Jack has to be given up to the Empty for the attack on Heaven to stop
Meanwhile the Brothers Winchester and Lily prepare the spell, totally unaware of all the shit that's going down. Anubis pops in.
“Pushing pencils, damning souls. Tough work.” Anubis likes Dean, I think. He must have seen him an awful lot, right?
Your choices determine your fate – Anubis tells them. Oooo nice
Cas and Duma find their way to Kelly's Heaven. Jack's ready to defend his mom <3
Jack and Cas hug and share a reunion. DAMN IT. EXPERIENCING. FEELINGS
Cas wants to resurrect Jack so that the Empty gives up and leaves. Kelly looks like she's ready to stab a bitch at the thought of taking some of Jack's soul to do it, though
Duma walks in and...OOOPS she's the Shadow
Sam and Dean confront Lily about her sudden unwillingness to help the Winchesters bring Jack back and appeal to her maternal feelings of loss
Better hurry because the Shadow is kicking Cas's ass. They pray to Cas at last - they’re ready to do the spell
Cas tells the Shadow to take him instead of Jack. DAMN IT
(Boris: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
AND our jaws just dropped. The Shadow will make Cas suffer. When he's at his happiest...that's when the Empty will take Cas away. HELP US THIS IS HORRIBLE AND AMAZING
Cas tells Jack not to tell the Winchesters, because of course
God, Kelly. You continue to just slice right into my heart with your heartfelt goodbyes
The commercials are so cheery but we're still going HOLY SHIT. CAS! I mean, our brains immediately think about love confessions and expressions of belonging and home and then DONE. I don't even want to be pulled out of this pit to think about anything else
Okay guys. This whole time we're rooting for Cas to find self-actualization and happiness and now we don't want that anymore because it means Cas goes away. This is fucking brilliant. I love it AND hate it (but mostly love it)
(Dudes...Did Lily just use the last piece of her soul to save Jack?)
OH LOOK Lily gave up her soul to save Jack and gets into Heaven. Oh damn it. Now I actually am crying (Side note: I hope we see Anubis again. I like him.)
Dudes. This episode completely made me forget about Michael. Like, I had to struggle to try to remember who the big bad of this season was because I kept thinking about the Shadow and what’s coming
Jack's wearing Dean's robe and eating a burger while his dads all look on. Team. Free. Will. <3
God, this is like the best, angsty fan-fic I AM READY
Boris: I am not ready
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Ouija (part 2)
Just like his father
“Hey, you've reached the voicemail of Lloyd Garmadon, sorry I couldn't pick up the phone. Leave a-” Damn it. Kai angrily hangs up. However his anger quickly dissolves and is replaced by a growing anxiety, gripping around his chest.
Why won't Lloyd just pick up his damn phone?!
One thing is, not showing up at school without an explanation, another thing is not answering any of their messages or calls.
Okay, calm down Kai, you don't know if he's even seen them. Maybe he's gotten the flu or something? Possibly.
Yet Kai just can't shake the feeling that something is just wrong.
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Lloyd gave a sight as he looked at the screen. His eyes itching from tiredness. He'd barely slept all night, he'd kept waking up from nightmares. He must've looked especially bad, because as soon as his mom had seen him she'd demanded him back to bed, and for a brief moment she'd even been debating whether to stay home with him or go to work. She'd however decided on the later, given that her boss wasn't very understanding, and after Lloyd had reassured her a hundred times that he'd be fine, or correct that, he was fine. No need to worry about him.
And yet, everyone seemed to do exactly that.
To be fair thought, he hadn't really told the others anything, so of course they would worry. They were obviously worried, and Lloyd didn't like to do that to them, so why couldn't he get himself to pick up his damn phone?!
Lloyd jerked as his phone starting ringing again, beat of the weekend whip filling the room. He took a quick glance at the phone, the text reading “mom”. Ugh, he'd have to pick up. Last thing he needed was to worry his mom.
“Hey mom?” He swear he tried to sound casual and calm, which he was usually really good at, but somehow he didn't really manage.
“Lloyd,” His mom sounded relieved and Lloyd felt his stomach turn. So much for not worrying her. But why did she think she had reason to worry? Lloyd barely got to think the thought to an end before he got an explanation. “Kai called-” for heaven's sake, of course! “he sounded a little worried. Says he's been calling and messaging you all morning, but getting no answer. I promised him to check up on you-” typically Kai, couldn't leave him alone for a moment. “Lloyd are you there?” His mom sounded unsure, and Lloyd realised that he should've probably already reassured her a thousand times that he was fine.
“Oh. Yeah, sorry, I'm here.”
“Oh, good.” Silence. “Lloyd could you maybe call him? I mean I promised to call him back, but I'm a little busy, and he seemed really worried, I think he'd appreciate hearing from you.” Lloyd holds back a sigh as frowns.
“Yeah, I'll call him. Don't worry.”
“Thank you.” His mom sounded relieved again. Thank god. “Gotta go. Love you. Bye.” Then she hung up.
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Kai jumped as his phone started vibrating in his hand. A picture of Lloyd with cake all over his face lighting up the screen. Kai flashed a smile. Before getting serious again and pressing accept call.
Lloyd better have an explanation. A good one.
As Kai took the phone up to the ear, he was met with Lloyd's soft voice, sounding more exhausted than he'd heard it in ages. The anxiety slowly started to blow back up as he remembered way too well all the times Lloyd had been sounding like this.
Had he missed any red flags? What kind of friend was he even if Lloyd was starting to fall down again, and he hadn't even noticed? He fidget with the zipper of his jacket as he remembers he's supposed to say something.
“Umm, hi. What's up?” Real smooth, Kai. You're the one who's been calling him all day, dummy.
“You've tried to call.” Lloyd's voice sounded dull, almost as if bored. Well, at least he wasn't having another one of those breakdowns where he just hated everything and everyone, but most importantly himself.
That was something, right? Or at least Kai thought so. Little did he know that he'd very soon wish it had just been that.
After finishing up the conversation with Lloyd Kai felt a little bit more relaxed. Lloyd had assured him that he was fine. It was probably just a cold or something. As Kai took place at his table in class he had finally convinced himself that everything was completely fine and normal.
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Everything was a blur. He was completely numb. Couldn't feel anything. Most people would probably feel panic at this, but Lloyd wasn't like everyone else, as everyone else had always made it very clear. He relieved, by the sudden absence of feelings, he almost felt free. But good things only last so long, and he was suddenly snapped back to reality by his mom yelling.
For a moment he just stares a her, trying to figure out what she's saying, why she's shaking him and why she's yelling. God, why does she have to be yelling? He's tired and his head feels like it'll explode any minute. He just want to return to the blur.
Then he becomes aware of what he's doing, and he freezes. Finally realising why his mom is yelling. And why she's looking so panicked, shaking him frantically.
He gave out a shaky breath, which then made his mom aware that he'd come to. She locked eyes with him. Every inch of her face reading worry.
“What happened?” His voice was shaking. Barely a whisper, and had Koko been standing much further away she wouldn't have heard it.He already knew the answer tho. He'd heard himself.
But how was that possible? He hadn't said anything. Had he?
Koko, Lloyd hadn't thought it possible, now looked even more worried. “You were talking odd.”
Lloyd frowned. What did she mean with odd?? Seriously, no one could just give him a straight answer?
“What do you mean odd?” Ooops, that came out way harder than intended. A flash of hurt sneaked it's war onto his mother's face. “Sorry.” He murmured, looking down at his feet.
“Lloyd are you okay?” Her grip around his shoulders tightened, her voice soft, but pleading for him to answer. He looked up. Finally meeting her eyes, and he felt guilty rush over him, almost knocking all air out of him as he sees the tears in her eyes.
“I'm- Everything is alright mom. I'm fine. I swear I promise.” He rambles off as he's begging for her to not cry. Please don't cry. Why does he do this to her?!
She pulls him into a tight embrace. One hand tightly clutching his hoodie, the other running through his hair as he sobbed apologises into her chest. After a little while he trust his voice enough to speak.
“What did I say?”
“Nothing- just gibberish.” Lloyd doesn't know if she's telling the truth, but from what he'd heard himself, he'll admit that's what it sounded like.
But how could it be? Last thing he knew was that he was hanging up after talking with Kai.
#floyd garmadork#ninjago#lego ninjago#lloyd garmadon#the green ninja#lloyd#ninjago lloyd#the lego ninjago movie#fanfic#ouija
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Afraid of Falling - Changbin
❀ Comedy, fluff, college!au
❀ Word Count: 3.2K
❀ Starting a school year isn’t easy, especially when you swear off boys for the entire year. When an annoying, yet attractive, guy moves in across your dorm, that promise becomes harder to keep.
❀ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @changbeanie AKA MISSUS RUBY !!! I LOVE U SM AND THANK U FOR BEING AN AMAZING FRIEND AND AN AMAZING LIFE MENTOR FOR ME !! I LOVE U !! :DD and pls follow my advice and find a nice manz in college. or at least dont be afraid of it ;-;
“New year, new problems.” My roommate said. She was unpacking all her clothes and dumped them into her respective closet. I shook my head at the debby downer.
“Ok true, but you didn’t have to say it out loud.” I noted.
I was in my sophomore year of college and although I was excited for the new experiences, I knew the school year was going to be hardest than the last. Especially with my new internship that I’ll have to be working around my homework time.
“Of course I did. Hey, did Seolhyun message you if she’s here yet?” I checked my phone and of course, I saw the message from the girl.
“Yes, she texted that she was going to be late ‘cause she had to pick up a burger...on her way to move in day.” My other roommate, Jimin, just let out a chuckle.
“Sounds like Seolhyun.”
It was my second year with these two girls and I would’ve have it any other way. We were practically family now.
“Hey, I still have some stuff in my car but I have to unpack this, could you-” Before she could finish her sentence, I was already putting on my shoes.
“Fine, Jimin, but you owe me.” She gave me her signature puppy eyes while I strolled out of the door. Jimin could be extremely lazy at times, but I wasn’t gonna turn down seeing new freshmen hussle into their dorms.
As I was turning the corner, I felt my body crash into a firmer one, sending me back to hit the wall behind me. My tiny body fell to the ground at my weak legs.
“OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry!” I heard a deeper voice say. I groaned in pain from the collision, but once I opened my eyes, I felt myself stammering over my words.
The boy in front of me had bright eyes and a mischievous smile, but his eyes looked genuinely worried about my well-being.
But I was supposed to be pissed at him. So I glared at him. Or tried my best to.
“Um, it’s fine.” I dusted myself off and turned to the staircase.
“Wait!” He called out. I whipped my head around politely, but felt the urge to run away from this boy who made my heart skip a beat.
“Yes?” The boy gave me a small smirk and extended his hand to me.
“I’m Changbin, I think we live on the same floor?” He then pointed to his dorm and I saw it was right across from mine...great.
“Y/n, and yup I guess we do. Well, I have to go pick up some stuff for my roomie, but I’ll see you around?” I said nicely. Changbin gave me a slow nod and waved me off. Before he could say anything else, I ran off, practically sprinting to get Jimin’s stuff.
I felt my heart pounding uncontrollably in my chest like I was some kind of 16 year old girl, yet I couldn’t help the attraction I held for the random boy. I shook those thoughts away.
“Relationships are terrible. Stick to the plan and you’ll get things done this year. You have no time for a stupid college romance.” I muttered to myself.
The more I muttered these words, the more I believed them. So I will keep muttering them.
As I walked back up from my friend’s car, I felt my disappointment when I didn’t see Changbin. I ignored the disappointment in my heart and walked into my dorm.
Once I walked into, I saw 3 unexpected visitors. And one of them was Changbin. Great.
I immediately saw a happy Seolhyun who was leaning against her bed with a bunch of bags in her hands.
“Y/N!” The girl ran up to hug me and I felt myself awkwardly wrap my arms around her.
“Hey, who is this?” The three boys gave me small smiles, making me feel weird at all the attention.
“Oh! This is Woojin, Chan, and Changbin! They live across the hall from us!” Before the girl could even finish talking, Changbin butt in.
“Yeah, and we were just asking if you guys were coming to the movie night in the commons this evening. They’re showing Crazy Rich Asians.” Immediately, my eyes lit up.
“Oof, you spoke the golden words. Y/n loves that movie.” I turned a bright red as Changbin cooed, but I pulled myself together.
“I mean, who can’t? It’s such a cute movie and even though it has a crazy, unimaginable plot, it’s all about family and shows normal values and struggles regular people have.” Once I stopped talking, I realized how much I rambled and everyone was staring at me. I combed my hair to the side and made my way to my desk.
“So I take it as you’re coming?”
“Yes.”
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Soon, the clock hit 7:49 PM, meaning it was time to head down to the commons.
“So, you and Changbin?” Jimin teased. I refused to let my anxiety show, so I shrugged her off.
“What about me and Changbin?” I retorted. Seolhyun scoffed and grabbed our keys from one of the shelves.
“Seriously? He is totally into you?” I knew my cheeks were a light blush, but I ignored it.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. He’s just being friendly.” Jimin let out a hum of disapproval and shook her head.
“Yeah right, the boy was practically drooling at you, it was lowkey disturbing.”
“He was not drooling. That’s gross.” Seolhyun shrugged.
“It was something like that.” She noted.
Before they could say anything else, we arrived at the commons. I saw groups of girls gossiping to one another and a few familiar faces scattered the hall, but before I could look any harder, a familiar face popped up once again.
“Hey, you made it.” Changbin noted with a smile. I scanned his outfit and noticed he was wearing all black, just like me. He had a tight black t-shirt on and black joggers, paired with black Nikes. I had on an almost identical outfit.
“Yeah, um, I told you I was coming? My favorite movie? Hello?” I teased. Now it was his turn to blush a light pink. Now I felt nervous.
“True. But I don’t know, some girls I know like to cancel plans randomly.” I shrugged and gave him a serious stare.
“Well, I’m not one of those girls.”
“Hello? Is this mic on hehe?” The MC, who I noticed was Chan, moved the mic closer to his mouth, making the familiar high pitched echo resonate throughout the room. Even I flinched at the noise. “Ooops! Well, hello all of you pretty faces! I’m sure all of you know that we will be showing the famous Crazy Rich Asians!” The whole crowd cheered, including me.
“We will be getting started shortly, but please, get seated and be kind to your neighbors so you don’t ruin the experience for them, ok? Ok!” Chan hopped off the stage and went to plug in something to the big projector.
“He’s a character, huh?” I almost forgot the boy was standing next to me.
“Oh, Chan? Yeah I mean, he’s interesting but he seems nice.” I said truthfully. Changbin took a swig of his Coke and nodded.
“That’s exactly how I would describe him.” The boy then looked around, making me do the same. And then I realized my friends ditched me. Great. “Hey, wanna grab a seat?” I nodded forcefully, still angry my friends left me with some random guy. Like what if I didn’t like him? What if he was creepy?
I took a seat next to Changbin, carefully avoiding his body so we wouldn’t get any awkward body contact.
“You want anything to eat?” I shook my head politely, even though I really wanted some popcorn.
“Nope, I’m fine.”
I was simply just too lazy to get up. Soon, the movie started, which thankfully ended the chat between Changbin and I.
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The movie was ... more uneventful than I thought. I avoided all conversation with Changbin during the movie because I hate when people talk during movies. Thankfully, the boy didn’t really talk either.
When the ending scene came on, tears were filled in my eyes and I casually wiped them away so I wouldn’t seem sensitive.
“Are you crying?” The boy teased. I quickly turned my head.
“Yes! It’s sad so what if I’m crying?” I spat.
The boy sat up from his laying position and stared at me with a curious glint in his eye. “Hey girl, slow your roll. I was just asking. You’re a pretty crier.” He noted. If my cheeks weren’t already so red, I would be blushing. Thank god I was crying.
The lights came on and everyone was a tired mess. It was only 11pm yet I already wanted to crawl into my bed.
“Hey, so..” I heard the boy start. I tensed up at his voice. “Do you like, wanna hang out sometime?”
Wait, what?
I felt my heart tense up even more and a chill ran down my spine out of nervousness. What do I say? Do I say yes? I just met this guy like this morning!
“Umm... sorry I’m just not looking for a relationship.” I blurted. Right as the words left my mouth, I wanted to take them back once I saw his hurt expression. “I mean, it’s nothing with you, it’s just...”
“You.” He whispered softly. I nodded sadly.
“Yeah just-”
Suddenly, I saw the familiar figure float by, sending my body into a mini shock.
Changbin quickly caught onto my anxiety and looked behind him. “What?” I shook my head, my eyes not leaving the person.
“N-nothing. It’s fine.” Changbin raised a brow at my pitiful excuse.
“You sure, it’s doesn’t-” He was cut off when I felt my body jump back out of reflex at the dude. Changbin turned around and looked in the direction of my eyes. “Your ex?” He whispered. I gulped and nodded.
“You still like him?”
I scoffed and shook my head harder.
“Hell to the no. He’s just a total creep and weirdo. I hate him oh God why is he here?” I mumbled quickly. Out of nowhere, the heathen started to walk in my direction. “Oh shit.”
“Is he coming this way?”
I nodded slightly, trying to avoid how close he was getting. I felt my heart pound, wondering why the boy was coming over here.
“Ok, sorry for this.”
Before I could ask any questions, Changbin’s lips were on mine.
Wait.
What.
The kiss was gentle yet passionate, making me want to run away yet stay planted for a long, long time.
Where the hell was this boy my whole life and why does he kiss so well?
Before I knew it, the kiss was over when he pulled back softly, still a close distance from my face.
“Good?”
I shakily looked passed him and nodded. “Good.” I whispered out.
Suddenly, the situation seemed too real for me. My heart was beating out of my chest and my hands were turning cold. What is wrong with you, y/n? You’ve only known this guy one day.
“Hey, are you-”
“Sorry, I have to go.” I quickly picked up my purse and ran upstairs, passing all my friends and people trying to say hi to me.
I quickly ran into my room and shut the door quietly. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to calm my labored breathing.
“What the hell was that?” I whispered to nobody. My goal this year wasn’t to make friends or a boyfriend, it was to stay focused on school. And here I was. Standing in the middle of an empty room only thinking about the boy’s lips on mine. I shook away the thought and crawled into bed. “That was fun while it lasted. But you have better things to worry about.”
I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep, swearing to myself I would never talk to the boy again.
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The next week went by somewhat smoothly. I didn’t get lost on my way to classes and I didn’t get alone with Changbin once this week.
Soon, the sun went down and the sky was dark, signaling it was time to get ready for bed.
“Hey, y/n, wanna go brush up with us?” I looked over at the two girls but waved them off.
“Nah, I gotta finish my essay first.” I muttered. I couldn’t focus on anything else when I was in my zone. Typing was pretty much the only thing that made me happy, and I was writing about a topic I was passionate about.
“Suit yourself.”
The night went by and finally, at 2am, the essay was finally done. I set down my coffee and stood up. Knowing I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight, I got up and went to use the bathroom. I left the room quietly and brought my toiletries with me. I carefully shut the door, hoping I wouldn’t wake the other two up.
I walked into the girl’s bathrooms and did my nightly routine, feeling groggy and awake from the coffee- it was a weird feeling.
I rubbed my eyes and slowly walked back to my dorm. I dug through my pockets to look for the key.
Shit.
I
forgot
my
key.
“Oh my shit.” I muttered sadly. Now, I felt fully awake and ready to cry. How could I have let this happen? “That’s the last time I’m drinking coffee that late.” I mumbled.
“Y/n?”
Oh great. This night just keeps getting better and better. I closed my eyes and forced a smile. “Hey, Changbin.” The suspicious boy raised a brow and looked at me and then at my door.
“You’re locked out.” I crossed my arms, mirroring his stance.
“Ok, so what if I am?” I said with a higher tone. Why does he have to be here? Out of all the nights?
Changbin leaned against his door and rolled his eyes. “Nothing, I wasn’t gonna say anything mean.” I said nothing to his words as we both stood in complete silence. Talk about awkward.
“Well, I was actually on my way to the cafe. You wanna come with?” I raised a brow at his statement.
“A cafe? It’s 2am!” I exclaimed quietly, careful not to wake the others. Changbin gave me the familiar smirk and shrug that made my heart flutter.
“You have something better to do?
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The cafe was brightly lit which made me squint to stare at my coffee. I twirled around he little wooden stick and ignored Changbin’s intense stare. The boy was wearing a black shirt with a blue flannel on the outside. He was wearing his familiar black beanie and black joggers as well. He hadn’t changed.
I took a light sip of my coffee, careful not to spill. “So, why have you been ignoring me?” He deadpanned. I choked. I covered my mouth with a napkin to hold in the hot liquid.
“Um, what do you mean? I haven’t-”
Changbin interrupted me by scoffing and leaning back in his chair. “Y/n, I’m not stupid. I know you’ve been avoiding me and...” His voice trailed off, leaving me on edge. “And I don’t know why. I swear I thought we clicked right away. I would’ve have kissed you if it made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.” He apologized sincerely, but I could tell he also felt a bit awkward and a bit upset with himself.
I shook my head quickly. “No, no, it’s wasn’t that. I mean, sorta, not really.” I sighed and leaned in my chair. “It’s complicated.” I mumbled. Changbin raised a brow and fiddled with his coffee.
He said nothing and I’m not sure if I wanted him to, because I spilled m feelings anyways. It was 2AM and I was feeling quite open.
“Ok, so basically, um, the kiss...wasn’t bad.” I noticed the smirk on his face and narrowed my eyes at him, but said nothing. “But...” I sighed.
He chuckled softly. “But is the worst word in the human language.”
“But I’m just...not ready for a relationship right now.” I said quickly, hopeful not to hurt his feelings. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I was lying or not. I’d never expected a relationship, but with Changbin, I wouldn’t be upset about exploring one.
Changbin sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Is it ‘cause of your ex?” He asked. I nodded slightly.
“Well, some about that, some about just...I don’t know, I don’t feel ready.” He raised a brow. “I guess I’m afraid I guess.” I whispered softly.
I wasn’t sure why I was telling him this. Probably because it’s so late-or early- and my mind was all jumbled and emotional.
At my words, his face turned hard, but then loosened. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking.
We sat in silence for a moments while he took a big gulp of his coffee. My hands were shaking, I don’t know from the caffeine or the anxiety.
“You know,” He started. “You shouldn’t be afraid of love.” I ignored his words and mindlessly traced the designs on my mug.
“Everyone is. It’s normal.” I said truthfully.
“I’m not.” The boy proclaimed proudly. I scoffed and shook my head. “Serious, I’m not. I love love. I love falling in love. I love being in love. I even love just loving.” The boy confessed. I felt my cheeks go deep red by him saying “love” so many times, but I hit them with my sleeves.
“Even if someone doesn’t love you back? Even if someone hurts you? Do you even love then?” I asked softly.
I heard the worker in the back shifting around, filling up the empty silence. The clock was ticking louder than usual as I was waiting for his response.
Then, like I expected from Changbin, he laughed heartily and gave me a sweet smile.
“You plan on breaking my heart, y/n?”
I felt my cheeks heat up and I laughed awkwardly to cover my awkwardness.
The boy chuckled and shook his head. The boy opened up to say something, but my phone buzzed loudly. He gestured to me to look at it.
‘dude, where tf are you????’ I shook my head at Jimin’s question.
‘i got locked out im a doofus. at a cafe’
‘alone??’
‘no.. with changbin’
‘..... come back whenever u want. i’ll leave ur key outside. im going back 2 sleep’
‘thanks jimin!’
“Jimin’s awake.” I noted. The boy stood up and pushed in his chair.
“It’s late, we should get back now anyways.” I nodded, tossing out my empty coffee cup.
“You’re right.”
The walk back to the school wasn’t long, it was merely a close 5 minutes, probably even shorter because of the empty roads. Soon, we reached our building and were doing that awkward goodbye thing couples do. Expect we weren’t a couple. Not yet. I shook that thought away.
“No.” I jumped in shock at his random outburst.
“W-what?”
“No I’m not scared.” He looked at me intensely. Usually I would want to run away, but this time, I just wanted to keep this stance. I didn’t feel scared with Changbin, I just felt...at home. Like this was completely normal.
“I’m not scared of not being loved back. Because my biggest fear is not trying at all.”
At those words, he gave me a small smile and unlocked his door softly.
“Good night, y/n.”
I gave him a smile and mustered up the courage to grab his hand and squeeze it, surprising him.
“Good night, Changbin.”
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Episode 2: “Hopefully my hunch is wrong!” -Ruthie
scratch whatever I said
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JuVOzz-xvE
I’ve been vibing with a lot of these thots and the first few days have probably been the most fun I’ve had in my Tumblr Survivor career. Sarah and I are very close and locked down a final 2 from day one and I’m feeling it but also I’m gay so I’m going to try to keep my options as open as I can while trying to use my [insert witty catchphrase here] to get people to open up to me 😊. It seems to be working so far - I seem to be generally well liked and I’ve had multiple people spill very personal things about themselves to me so it’s a wig and a half.
So....Isaiah is gone, which sucks personally but strategically it's good. I really want Joey out but if he leaves it'll just be me Jake and Kevin and even though threesomes are hot, three tribe members are NOT. I also feel like I can work with Jake and Kevin more in the long run, and Sarah and Tom have been bonding with me on the one world calls which is great because the more numbers I have the better
I trust Keaton about as much as I trust R. Kelly.
Hello again.
So first, it didn't surprise me that Isaiah was voted out first. He wasn't nearly as social as most of the cast during the first day, got picked last for his tribe and stuck out that way. GG.
And now let's talk about this challenge. My tribe sucks on a social level and this challenge - a fine challenge to make some big social moves on to team up with other tribes via One World - just blows stinky fucking ass. I feel safe right now, but I don't even want to risk alienating myself by even spilling a tiny bit of information to other tribes. So essentially, we're stanning protectionism and hoping that we luck out! I haven't heard about any plans from my allies from other tribes, so it looks like this will be a boring cointoss challenge in the end. This is a big missed opportunity.
IF I get played here, I have faith in Ruthie and Lucity to vote out Julian.
That's all you get for now. Hugs and kisses!
yaaas bitches im finally immune! i went to the blue tribe for this challenge because Dani and Ryan were on it and i knew we could trust them to keep us safe. Dani told me that Sarah was helping their tribe and wanted to target pacific, so I went to Sarah about making a deal between our teams as well... and it worked because Pacific got crushed LOL.
So I'm glad we won, and I'm really hoping that there's a tribe swap next round because I do not like small tribes. I also want to be on a tribe with Ryan or Dani.
Right now I trust Ryan, Dani, Joey, & Kevin the most. I trust Madison too but, her conflict with Joey will never work out long term.
I'm starting to bond with Andreas a little bit, so I do hope he stays. Mark seems nice too but Ryan told me that he stirs shit up for fun and everyone likes him so I'm not sure how much I should actually trust him.
There's no one that I want out right now, and I'm hoping that my social game is decent enough right now. I'm not bothering to talk to those who don't speak to me (aka like 1/4 of the cast) but I'm hoping that the connections I do have are strong enough to keep me in a good position moving forward.
https://youtu.be/0o7Eag7sDng
Personally I think that I am at the bottom of this alliance but thats fine for now
God, I am pissed. Not actually pissed, but pissed off, you know?
We lost the challenge ans I pushed our tribe a little to reach out to other tribes to pile up on either Meadows or Robinson, but BRANDAN was against it - and the result speaks for itself.
I really like Brandan as a player, but I know I can't trust him too far, and oh boy, did he make himself vulnerable at this vote. If we had just lost like that, I have no doubt that JULIAN would have just been voted out, but now his name is on the plate, and I am not opposed to voting out Brandan here. LUCY seems to agree with me. It all depends on what RUTHIE is comfortable with. I hope we just go for Julian.
Next question: Does Brandan have an idol, and would he use it on Julian? I am sure that Brandan is more dangerous right now, so getting him out here would be the smart move, since we might swap at 18. I'd usurp my Kuang Si heritage and a guy who might vote for me at FTC, but I honestly feel that as long as Ruthie is open for it, we should go for him. Julian will probably suck at swap too, and would be a safe and easy vote at any TC while Brandan would fight for his life in any way possible.
Enough rambling, tldr: Head says "Vote Brandan", Heart says " Vote Julian".
I doubt that Ruthie would blindside me, and I think Lucy would know that she's in the hot seat if she goes after me, but you never know in Survivor.
I got myself into my very first TS alliance!!!
Currently Ruthie, Andreas and I are a threesome, and hopefully we can stick together this vote. I personally would've preferred voting Brandan out, since come a swap he will most likely have more social ties with people from the other tribes over Julian, who seems to not be that talkative. But then again we don't even know if a swap is coming yet.
Andreas seems to want Julian out, and Ruthie agrees with him. I'm currently fine writing his name down, mainly because I don't think it's something I need to make a fuss about right at the start. I'd rather have Julian go home and be more secure about my position in the game than pushing for Brandan and possibly having this whole thing turned around against me.
I'm kind of bored. We won again. A lot of people want to work with me. Ryan wants to be my F2, Dan and Billy both said they want to go to the end. I'm in an alliance with Dani Isaac Tom and Sarah. I kind of want like a swap or something to shake the game up. But then again my goal is to get single digits at least so not going to tribal and being bored is good I guess.
It seems like we're set on Julian. My heart is telling me to go for Brandan, but I know it's not the right move right now. I think I just kind of feel for Julian since we've both been talking about how we just want to get a redemption and do any better. I just have to remind myself of how easy people were in lying to me and voting me out last season. Most of these people have had 3, 4 or even 5 chances to play. This is my shot at redemption, not theirs.
SOOOO. The alliance is going great I think. We teamed up with two other tribes (I forget their names sorry) to get the pacific (I think) tribe out. So far I really like Ryan and Mark even if Mark seems a little iffy. People are very call orientated in this game and I have to start being on calls more! I also think I’m good with joey. We called and had a good convo! I don’t really remember much of it but he kinda admitted to liking Madison ooops
Brandan and Julian have now approached me and they, or at least Brandan, knows about the vote being on Julian. I wouldn't be suprised if Andreas told him about that. They seem to want to put the vote on RUTHIE. I can't just let that happen! It does make me feel a bit more comfortable because being in this split vote position means that my chances of surviving this tribal have gone up, however I am the one who decides who goes home basically, and I'll probably get a fair amount of backlash from doing so from Brandan. Especially if Andreas let Brandan know that he's voting for Julian, all the blame would be put on me.
I'm still comfortable with my vote for Julian and it should feel good knowing I'm in the middle, but I still have to pick a side and let either Ruthie or Julian go which really is a sticky situation to be in.
I've definitely shot myself in the foot by thinking too much about the vote.
I doubt Ruthie will flip on me, I really don't think Lucity will flip on me, I don't expect Julian or Brandan to have an idol, but if they do, I'm gone.
This is me in paranoid mode and I hate it. :D
I can't with this vote. Brandan and Julian are acting so shady and I just hope I'm not the back up plan if one of them has an idol.
I KNOW I can trust Andreas and I hope I can trust Lucy but I don't know, I'm scared that the three of them are in cahoots and that it's going to be me. Hopefully my hunch is wrong!
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