#I find it so insane when I realise that Ive been in this fandom for like 2 years plus now

[that-girl-glader]

Hello dear.. Please don't skip my message My name is Mohammed, from the afflicted and destroyed Gaza Strip, where life has become impossible and tragic, and where we see death and pain every moment and every day. Our children suffer from hunger, pain, deprivation and lack of medicine. The war deprived them of playing, school, and their most basic rights. They are now suffering from woes and tragedies. 😭😭 During the war, my wife gave birth to a child and I could not find any milk for him Our conditions are tragic, and we live in a shelter that lacks the minimum requirements for life and is plagued by diseases and epidemics Please help me save my children from the hell of the Gaza Strip and provide them with a decent life 😔 Your assistance, no matter how simple, is enough to ease the burden on us and help us overcome our crisis. Please sympathize with me and donate to me or contribute to sharing the campaign and spreading it widely

Vetted by 90-ghost

Hey so, I'm doing a thing where I write song based NEWTMAS one shots on ao3. You guys get to pick the song, and all I ask in return is for you to check out any Gaza blogs I @ on either that blog or asks I've answered including this one. Even reblogging a post from any of these blogs is a huge help. Aswell as engaging with my posts about it please!! I think maybe I'll make the first chapter based on a song I choose, and I'll try to update like every other weekend you feel. Yeah so feel free to give song recs through reblogs or comments. Hope you have an amazing day!!❤️❤️

[catofoldstones]

The bemoaning of s@nsan's loss of popularity by shippers fascinates me because iv'e seen a lot of ancient fans stance on it was that sansa's flaw is liking pretty things/people so her lesson should be to marry the hound for humility yet not ONE of them look inside the text that all the men that attack/abuse/molest sansa all find her pretty or are infatuated with pretty women worst abuse them, the double standard of fans against sansa fascinates me as they ignore one of sansa's character traits is to treat people with courtesy,they also ignore every character has been attracted to pretty people even j0n yet not one person says that hes vain for liking val based on her attractiveness, the only person iv'e seen thats been as criticized is d@ny simply for her infatuation in daario and dismissal of quentyn and while we as readers didnt like that she did that she's also a teenager(and doesnt know quentyn) again there's huge double standard for girls and boys in this fandom yet no one saw it

im getting off track but basically s@nsan's loss of popularity shouldn't be such a surprise when there's a whole new generation of readers that might not have the same readings or bias from previous years especially when a lot of it was just misogynistic undertones

Has san/san lost popularity? It’s still heralded as one of the most iconic ships to come out of the game of thrones and late 2000s/ early 2010s in general, isn’t it? And the san/san posts I see have a good number of notes, always around and upwards of 400, which is a hefty number to me. But yes, it has definitely left major pop-culture discourse centres.

I have heard a lot about this “flaw” you are talking about and I consider myself extremely lucky that i didn’t join the fandom earlier. I absolutely cannot imagine being in the fandom from the 90s to 2018 as a Sansa stan, when hating her was the norm. I was just about to bring up this point you mentioned, that all men, who are full grown adults btw, lust after Sansa based on her looks. They consider her pretty and want them all for herself, and all the while she’s a 12 year old.

“Why should I be guilty? My wife wants no part of me, and most especially not the part that seems to want her.”

Tyrion VII, ASOS

“Give your Florian a little kiss now. A kiss for luck.” He swayed toward her. Sansa dodged the wet groping lips, kissed him lightly on an unshaven cheek, and bid him good night. It took all her strength not to weep.”

Sansa IV, ACOK

And these are just two people, with one out of many such instances each, among a hoard of men who think of her like that. A very simple answer to all of this is misogyny, in and out of the universe. Of course the entire san/san fandom has no hive mind, they were apparently the first ones to come up with the qitn Sansa theory while also coming up with the cottage theory, but shipping a 12 year old with a grown man who almost raped her at knifepoint is an open letter invitation for haters to find a settling point for making sansa suffer without actually getting called out for it. It becomes such a perfect cover for actively hating a 12 year old because even the haters realise how insane that actually is.

I think the “flaw rectification” argument was birthed to fuse the thought that yes, sansa did bad things, here’s how we can still enjoy her character while the undercurrent of unfounded hatred runs through the ship while we conveniently never acknowledge it. Obviously new readers came along who had never interacted with the fandom and realised “hey, what the fuck?” and had a different opinion of “that’s a defenceless 12 year old girl who actually did nothing wrong”. I’m sure there were voices who expressed such opinions before but were silenced. Internet is such a friendly place after all.

The “courtesy” thing is so true. She literally has no option but to respond the way she does. One wrong word and she might get beaten or killed. That girl is terrified and only trying to survive. Considering Sansa’s action as anything but survival mechanism is so superficial. This is so analogous to how women today are polite to men while because they’re scared that the men might hurt them/kill them. It’s the same shit, times ten, with Sansa. This also goes for when San/dor catches her during the battle of black water and demands a “song” from her (which is a thinly veiled euphemism for rape), and Sansa sings him a hymn of Mother’s mercy as a way to protect herself.

As for the Dany thing, I just want to say, what exactly is wrong about a teenage girl having a crush? Why is she termed as “lovesick” and “stupid” and “annoying” anytime she shows any interest in a guy? And it’s always the dudebros screaming this the loudest. Obviously, Daario is not a good choice and Dany herself acknowledges that.

“Daario might whisper words of love when the two of them were as one, but she knew it was the dragon queen he loved. If I gave up my crown, he would not want me.”

Daenerys VII, ADWD

I mean, the other shoe will definitely drop with this guy but this the first time we see Dany have a consensual relationship, which I feel is important to her arc - the relationship and the man she has the relationship with. Moreover, she has bigger fish to fry like her governance/dragons/moving towards westeros etc.

And berating her over Quentyn? Wasn’t she supposed to get married the next day to Hizdar? Didn’t she herself say that she’s not sure if Quentyn is the real deal or not? Moreover, she remembers Quaith’s prophecy about the “sun’s son” and double backs (Dany and prophecies are a whole another thing which we can talk about later) and solidifies her decision to go forward with her wedding with Hizdahr.

“Enough,” Daenerys said. “Prince Quentyn has crossed half the world to offer me his gift, I will not have him treated with discourtesy.” She turned to the Dornishmen. “Would that you had come a year ago. I am pledged to wed the noble Hizdahr zo Loraq.”

“The sun’s son. A shiver went through her. “Shadows and whispers.” What else had Quaithe said? The pale mare and the sun’s son…”

Daenerys VII, ADWD

Although, the Martells will not understand that Dany didn’t order Quentyn’s death and might antagonise her so that’s a chekov’s gun waiting to go off. Clearly, Quentyn was clearly the first leg of a bigger arc that we’ll likely see in TWOW (consider Quaith’s whole prophecy) and a part of a bigger theme Dany has to fulfill. Her decision to make Quentyn wait was not based on whether she found him ugly or not, it was based on being right in the middle of a political crisis with another volatile variable being added that has the potential to uproot a lot of what she has struggled to maintain (which ultimately does happen). Dany does have a knack of picking the worst option and that does not bode well for her governance/politics but that is not the point here. The point here is how dare a 16 year old doesn’t find a guy attractive and another guy too attractive (which is a part of a bigger theme btw) and sometimes, it’s a thin line between misogyny and valid criticism. Let’s stop flattening female characters into digestible one-dimensional beings, especially when it comes to teenagers. The fact that they have more than one motivation to act a certain way, makes them so much more enjoyable and interesting and honestly, human, like you and me.

Let’s also stop pigeonholing (12 year old) female characters into high-school mean girl clique leader trope who is so shallow and superficial that she needs to be assaulted by an “ugly” middle aged man to come to her senses. Also, that is called projection. The character that we are talking about isn’t like that at all. But whatever 🙄

Sorry I got carried away and got angry, things like these piss me off so bad. Never change, fandom, never change.

[thatgirlwithasquid]

tag game: stranger things edition 👻

tagged by @ratbastardbilly and @intothedysphoria (ty guys xx)

1. ride or die ship (your otp): CUNNINGWAY!!! They’re my girls. Chrissy and Heather my beloveds. I have never been so hyped for a ship before and this is the first time I’ve put this much effort into one, but if I don’t advocate for this rarepair then who will? (the answer is bambi. bambi will. but whatever, you get the point)

2. most annoying ship: there isn’t really a ship i find WHOLLY annoying. stancy maybe. i also think jancy and mileven have ran their course and jopper gives me a lil bit of the ick. obvi no hate to the ships or those that ship it!!

3. second favourite ship: ima have to say harringrove, but there are others i like a lot too!!

4. favourite platonic relationship: heather, chrissy & billy. the chaos trio. more should be done with them <3

5. underrated ship: there are so many!! argyle/chrissy (which i am lovingly referring to as pompompinapple, just try and stop me)? byergrove (billy/jonathan)? calicheer (billy/chrissy)??? how can i possibly choose????

6. overrated ship: uhhhh this feels dangerous. but steddie. dont get me wrong, i love this ship, but the boom in works for them was INSANE cause i dont think they have TOO MUCH chemistry in canon (tho there 100% is a good bit and it makes sense)

7. one thing i would change in canon: the blatant lack of care the main cast have for characters outside their group. no empathy for billy, barely anyone looking into heather, characters dying that no one mentions again…

8. something canon did right: I really liked steve and dustin’s dynamic. like, a LOT. they cocked it up a bit in s4 for the sake of ‘haha, dumb steve’ but yeah. theyre sweet :)

9. a thing i’m proud of creating for the fandom: my sideblog @poolsidepanic . i know that its a niche ship but i hope i help other people who love them as much as me actually be able to enjoy their ship and not just… be disappointed when they come up empty handed. the art and little fics and such i make over there make me so happy <3

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldnt change a thing): heather. sassy, bitchy, yet kindhearted lifeguard? yes. the only thing id change is the DISSERVICE THE DUFFERS GAVE HER WHEN THEY KILLED HER AND IGNORED HER EXISTENCE.

11. the character i relate most to the most and why: steve. just how he responds to the offhanded comments the people he cares about make to him, that they never seem to realise hurt.

12. character i hate most and why: neil, karen, brenner. no explanation needed

13. something ive learned from the fandom: idk. ive always wanted to be a positive person but seeing some of the toxicity in the fandom has made me really want to keep my little blog as positive and safe as i can for everyone. some things we see SUCK but if i can make someones day a lil better id like to? so not really a learn but an encouragement to be nicer wherever i can

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: i dont read a lot of st fanfiction, actually. i havent been in the mood for it for AGES!! but in general im a slow burn, hurt/comfort, angst kind of person. i love the occasional, agonising right person not enough time or some character bashing for the sake of compelling suffering (if done right!!!)

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: ooooh fun!!! ‘Groan’, ‘Wet’ and ‘Maggot’ by Dazey and the Scouts are so Billy. ‘Drunk Walk Home’ by Mitski gives me Chrissy vibes, and ‘Maggot’ again for her tbh (billy and chrissy, my sad beloved blorbos). there arent any songs i associate with cunningway yet tho 😔

tagging: @bigdumbbambieyes @hargrove-mayfields @billyhargrovesupsidedownshadow @every-dayiwakeup and anyone else interested in sharing :)

[funnywormz]

not technically a tv series but the hotel?

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!!!

favourite character: the manager....... lobby boy is a close second but he can't beat the manager for me....... it's funny bc i didn't like her much at first but the way her character develops throughout the series is so compelling and goddddd i care abt her so deeply. she's so funny and silly without realising it sometimes but she's also So Sad. i love how over the series she softens up just a little bit personality wise and you can see her start to care abt the others despite herself......... i can't fully explain it but she just fascinates me so much im so hyped to see what travis does with her in the future. also her internal monologues while dealing with guests can kinda be a big customer service mood at times LOL

funniest character: i want to say the manager again but im gonna try to be fair here.......... i think the owner is the funniest character but completely unintentionally on his part lmao. he's so Grumpy and his absolutely all consuming hatred for the lobby boy in the earlier seasons is so funny. he just sees the lobby boy standing there and is absolutely fuming exploding with rage. he's silly. also his rivalry with the manager kills me they're just playing passive aggression 4d chess 24/7

best looking character: ok so we never get to actually see them but it's the manager. i know it's her. i instinctively feel like the concierge is probably hot too but the manager is the sexiest of all of them i just know it

3 favourite ships: uhm. i can't rlly think of 3 lol but my top 2 are managerboy (obviously teehee) and ive started becoming fond of the bellhop x the auditor too (idk if it has a ship name). i don't rlly listen to the show with shipping in mind though so i can't say it's something i think abt much. although i am Insane abt managerboy to a degree lol

least favourite character: OUGH. uhm........ idk probably one of the guests lol i don't dislike any of the main cast though

least favourite ship: honestly i don't know enough abt the shipping in the fandom to have a least favourite........ it's not something i think abt often enough to have ships i don't like lol

reason why i listen to it: bc it's good!!!!! idk why i enjoy it so much bc just the basic premise doesn't seem like something i would enjoy, like as a concept it just seems sorta fucked up and repetitive but the writing is just so good.......... i can't help but get into it and care abt the characters despite the fact that they're objectively horrible lol. i adore them. and the horror is so good and the stories are so compelling and always have this deeply emotional level to them that i didn't expect at all when starting the show

why i started watching it: bc of izzy's @/filthyguts amazing art for the show! its art captures the vibe of the show so well i love his stuff so much.......... very very good art. it's been inspiring me a lot tbh lol but im so fucking busy that i can't find the time to draw myself rn and it's tearing me apart a lil bit rip. but anyways yeah i think his art for the show should be compulsory viewing for anyone who listens to it, it complements and adds to the podcast itself so well

[dotsayers]

20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

tagged by the beloved @myrmidryad 

this is a LONG one so here’s a cut to avoid do you love the colour of the sky syndrome

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

101 after a recent purge... no one may know about my Past

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

329004! used to be about 350k but again... purge

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

on ao3 i’ve written for (chronologically) doctor who, skyfall, discworld, les mis, star trek, lord peter wimsey, marvel (various), in the flesh, red vs blue, roosterteeth rpf, check please, hockey rpf, star wars, daredevil, rivers of london, dishonored, emmerdale, dirk gently, holby city, hot fuzz, kj charles, guardian, the covert captain, taskmaster rpf, good omens, ghosts, roswell new mexico, leverage, schitt’s creek, the magicians, 9-1-1, it chapter two, the magnus archives, the old guard, the mandalorian, the ritual, the locked tomb

way back on the pit of voles i wrote for twilight, harry potter, hetalia and xmen first class. and on the newsround chatrooms i wrote exclusively harry potter fic about my oc neville and luna’s daughter

as you can tell i am not prone to staying in one fandom writing wise, i tend to end up with one complete fic and seven abandoned wips concealed deep in my google drive

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

finally see what it means to be living (captain marvel, carol/maria, i really hit the zeitgeist with this one i think i was something like the fifth fic in the ship tag)

do whatever you think (the magnus archives, this series is actually #2-7, then #8 #9 and #11 for me so i’m going to cheat a bit)

standing in a world of my own (daredevil, matt/foggy/karen, another zeitgeist hit! really miss writing for daredevil actually... it’s a perennial fave)

a winding road that stretches towards the truth (iron man, tony/rhodey, i STILL don’t know when this got so many kudos. i swear i looked away when it was at 100 and suddenly it ended up here)

where the long shadows grow (star trek aos, kirk prime/spock prime, thank god some people are checking the prime kirkspock tag is all i’m saying!)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i don’t really Do angsty endings... possibly a blanket of stars just because i ended it on something of a cliffhanger and then completely zoned out of rnm for long enough that i forgot where i was going with it. there was definitely the intention of fixing things but then i just... did not do that. and now the show is on s3 and i’m over a season behind! life comes at you fast

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

where the long shadows grow, because it reunited kirk prime and spock prime and they DESERVE TO BE HAPPYYYY. i’m a complete sucker for presumed dead/back from the dead stories, actually, so on a similar theme i have two (TWO) daredevil fics which follow the trope, one about ray coming back post-s2 (might never be normal again) and one about foggy and matt reuniting post-endgame (in the corner, taking up space). this is the only time i will ever acknowledge endgame ever again

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

i do write crossovers! in fact i am often roundly mocked by my friends for the increasingly esoteric nature of my crossovers. way back in secondary i wrote a twilight/labyrinth crossover where angela was sarah and jareth’s daughter  because i had a massive crush on a girl who liked both twilight and labyrinth. however, since that has been comprehensively scrubbed from the internet, i think my craziest crossover is probably part three of ‘traced upon the skies’, already an esoteric crossover of rivers of london and hot fuzz, when i added in a crossover with the horror movie ‘the ritual’ just because i wanted rafe spall’s character to be happy 

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

EXTREMELY rarely and only with extreme embarrassment. i will not be any more specific than that

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i used to really struggle with doing this, to the point that i had over 300 comments just. lingering in my inbox unanswered. so i decided to give those up and just commit to answering them from then on, which has been working fairly well for about a year and a half now. i love getting comments but i get overwhelmed really easily and struggle with replying in a way which feels meaningful without getting in my head about it! 

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yes lmao it was for a harry potter fic on ff.net where harry got sorted into hufflepuff instead of gryffindor. it wasn’t a very good fic but i think the fact it was clearly written by an 11 year old should have scared off at least some of the less flattering comments.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t... think so? i don’t know how i’d find out to be honest, my vanity googling is rarely very effective

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! as bronze may be much beautified (skyfall, mallory/bond) got translated into chinese, i was extremely pleased. i think it’s mandarin but the ao3 page for the translation doesn’t say and my mandarin is.................. extremely poor

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

also yes! me and jess little-smartass have written a lot together, although only our star trek/les mis series has been published, more’s the pity. we spent a lot of les mis fandom time workshopping aus and we were always extremely correct about all of it, imo

14. What’s your all time favourite ship to write for?

oh god. i think probably kirk/spock, although there’s some recency bias to that since i reread space manhattans recently and was reminded of my love for them. i really like writing jon/martin but i’ve mostly done that from outsider pov which is a bit different to writing shipfic, i think. joe/nicky from tog was also something i really liked writing but i struggle with plotting longer fic with them

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i recently went through my abandoned fic folder so i actually have a few options for this. the obvious choice would be ‘any of the hockey ones’ but i did delete most of those just for my sanity. more recently i started writing a vaguely smutty pre-the thing mac/fuchs fic for alex @milkdrinker5000 which i really WANT to finish but am struggling with. most obscure answer (even beyond the thing) and most likely to remain unfinished is the insanely in depth post-tog booker/copley fic i had planned out back in about october. i wrote a good 6-7k of that one and then i realised it was going to be, like, difficult, and decided if i was going to put that much work into something it may as well be the novel im meant to be writing

16. What are your writing strengths?

once a friend told me i had an excellent facility for dialogue and ive thought about it every time i write ever since. i love writing dialogue and i think i’m good at knowing what sounds ic and what is right out. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

one of the things i struggled with for a really long time, and honestly still have trouble with, is depicting action in words. once i wrote a hockey fic which featured multiple hockey games and i spent probably four times as much effort editing those to make sense and be interesting that i’ve ever done on a talkier scene.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i’ve done it but only when i knew more or less what i was talking about - i did italian at school so i felt confident using it for nicky in something particular and real. i try not to italicise when i drop in words from other languages, which is what i usually do when i’m using a language i haven’t studied in depth (for example, joe’s use of arabic in some of my fic), and to only use words which i’ve heard used by native speakers in that context. i think if you don’t feel confident using another language, generally speaking, you shouldn’t do it. and for god’s sake don’t use google translate for a full sentence

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter on the newsround chatboards. ariana lovegood-longbottom my sweet child

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

this used to be an easy question because hands down the fic i was proudest of on posting it was i’ll be seeing you. i spent a year and a half on research and writing! but these days i do cringe a little at my hockey fic, and i think i’m prouder of some of my shorter works. let’s do a curveball and say layer on layer, down on down, which is my favourite of my rnm fics and the one i like most from a narrative voice perspective. getting michael right was stressful and i’m still proud i got it down for a TIME LOOP FIC, my absolute favourite trope

tagging @little-smartass and @leescoresbies just in case they want to try this

[biaswreckingfics]

I GOT SO MUCH TO SAYYY!! gosh pls dont find me weird okay, and these are just my personal opinions and im not hating any groups!! but my unpopular opinion is: i think kpop has become very toxic after bts and bp got famous in America. And tbh if you ask me, i wouldnt want any other kpop groups to be famous in America... i only stan exo but i think i speak for all groups when i say they are safe as they are now... of course if exo ever get even more famous i will be happy and proud for their success. But look how fame and America has changed bts and bp... not tryna hate but look theyve changed, idk if anyone else noticed but after fame hits bts, i realised how theyve start to become very...white?? like they are so westernised and like example, they start focusing on America only, they even curse (not a lot but i’d still point out) casually like for example, jungkook singing a curse word in his cover song for jason derulo savage love i think (speaking of cursing, after nct127 got famous in usa mark started getting influenced by them too and he casually cursed like “oh fuck” and everyones like 😃😆) even i curse and im not saying cursing is BADD but yeah i am, and how they sing a whole song in english, not to even mention how toxic america is but in grammys they have sold tons of albums yet they didnt win anything but when they release an english song, they won.

Some half of them americans are very toxic, racist, and just theyre basically acid, like bruh, its evident that once bts got famous there are soooo much hate thrown towards bts too cuz theyre asians, or how some would say theyre gay or look like girls...if my favs (exo) ever get these kinds of treatments (not that they dint but veryy little cuz thank god they ain exposed to the western culture) i will B R E A K, i could never handle that so i would never want that to happen to them. Also noticed how, after bts got famous, most armys are equally as toxic, whether they are just stanning bts just cuz theyre famous there, or like how their fans dont even know anything abt bts and coming after so many groups and their fans. Most of them are fake and i think its cuz of the fame for bts lmao. One thing i’d like to say too tho, is how they are so overrated and their songs are played all the damn time, people would randomly talk abt them, like everywhere you go THEY ARE JUST THERE, like in my opinion if i am an army, i would just feel like they are so common and theres nothing special about them anymore and theres no excitement, like what even is the point anymore. idk if anyone gets me but thats just how i feel about my favs being “wOrLdWiDe fAmOuS”, i will love them and their music but its just something i think about tbh🤷🏻‍♀️ like let me listen to them on my own and vibe and love them, dont play it 24/7 just cuz they are famous and ure tryna get people’s attention, like imagine ure in the subway and u hear ur favs song cuz its EVERYWHERE and ure there like 😐😐 not that u dont love their music but its cuz horrible people dont deserves to listen to their songs, and like people arent going to appreciate them anyway so yeah i feel uncomfortable listening to my favs as others dont even bother, like imagine if that subway is filled with people who are in ur fandom, yall would just hv the best time in the world and VIBE, if not what even is the point. Idk if im explaining it properly, but its badically like, u feeling UNCOMFORTABLE or should i even say SELFISH cuz u do not want to be sharing ur favs with people who dont even deserve to KNOW about them. Basically like seeing how someone you HATE or bullied you back then talking and being all friendly fake with ur BESTEST FRIEND or even boyfriend/girlfriend, cuz u just want to protect them from EVIL (im so dramatic)

And well lastly, no Bts did not paved the way, or “bts is the best and only group” like no, so many amazing artists were breaking records way before bts was even a thing (no hate to bts) but they really need to get slap for having that mindset, they really make a bad image for bts...tbh kpop before was so peaceful (a little toxic but still, compared to now...BYE) and everything was just about idols and fans love, listening and supporting and loving their music and just so comforting... urgh anyway thats all i wanna say and here are some texts i saved relating to kpop groups going famous worldwide uwu

these are also examples, and honestly speaking here, i dont want to be specific as in “exo” cuz i think this happens for ALL the groups out there and the love and relationship between the idols and their fans (family) are just beautiful, but for bts and armys... tbh i feel bad because i just dont see or feel any love they hv for each other (sure we see bts saying i love you armys or armys supporting bts but with all the toxicity in their way, theres just no spark or chemistry or bond no more it’s basically like one direction and their fans and thats all they are, celebrity-fan, but for kpop its family), i can see other groups and their fans interacting or how idols would light up talking abt their fans, but for bts, theres just soooo much mess going on in their fandom its not special anymore, they lost the deep meaning of their group love and IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT but YEAH DJSHSKSJ OH and to add somethign else, they got famous in America, look at all the collabs🤡🤡 blackpink with cardi b, bts with nicki etc... not that collabs arent fun... im just saying these american artists... they dont exactly have a good reputation (americans singing about sex (not the good kind), money, girls and drugs) 🥴🥴 dont influenced my faves and let them be exposed to the toxic culture YALL GET ME?? KPOP HAS THE LETTER K FOR A REASON😭😭😭 let them be their own shining star, not everything has to be involved or a part of aMeRiCa to be amazing.... PHEW IVE SAID IT NOW BEFORE ANYONE GETS MAD AT ME, I DONT MEAN TO SOUND RUDE TO YOU, if youre an american and youre no where near being toxic, I LOVE YOU but im just saying, the western culture is toxic and im just saying what ive been observing and noticing🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ ps: i still love exo till the max and everything about them is perfect and theyre just amazing people (everything i said that bts and armys dont really have anymore, i think thankfully, EXO (sorry im biased) most fandoms still have so much of the L O V E there and i find that extraordinary) and he fandom is so comforting and amazing and idk dkdjjdjss thats why i dont want them getting famous worldwide...sorry exols ANYWAY THATS ALL FOR MY RANT ITS 4AM AND I AM THINKING OF DELETING THIS💀💀💀 anywya sorry for taking up so much space but i just wanna say I FREKAING LOVE NO EXIT, NO LIMITS, basically all ur exo fics cuz why not🥺🥺 i think ur writing skills are amazing as well as the plots and all especially forsaken, and THANK YOU for two bbhxoc fics😭😭😭 i cant!!! also if u reached here idk i-🥲 i hope u didnt get mad or offended 👀

Reply under the cut!!

Kpop has become extremely toxic with the growth of international fans and the rise of 3rd/4th gen. I wasn't around to experience the previous generations, but I know damn well they weren't a mess like these newer ones are.

Gaining fame in America does seem to change idols, and idk why. The group members change and the music changes also. While I do enjoy hearing idols swear (guilty pleasure) and I am an American so I get to enjoy their English songs, I can see how it makes all the other cultures/countries feel some type of way.

I will say this, though, the Grammys are shit and I dont get why people care so much about them. They've proven time and time again the awards don't go to the best artists. However, this doesn't mean that I think BTS deserved a Grammy imo.

Americans are a very toxic and hate filled bunch (again, I am one, so I get to see this shit every day). I 100% know that some of the hate directed towards Asians is because of racism (as seen by the insane uptick in crime against Asian Americans right now) and because some see kpop male idols as too feminine.

BTS is literally everywhere, which is one of the reasons I stopped listening to them tbh. They'd be in commercials, on talk shows, late night shows, in magazines, on the radio, just everywhere. It took the joy out of watching anything from them just because they were always in my face, so I can see what you mean.

I feel like the relationship between BTS and army has changed (from an outsiders perspective). Its no longer about loving and supporting your group and being happy for them. Now, its "so-so wants this? We MUST do everything in our power and spam every possible thing ever so they get what they want". Its almost frightening. They also no longer care about the quality of the music being put out. Doesn't matter what it is, they stream the ever loving shit out of it and make it break records when, honestly, it doesn't deserve to (again imo).

Lastly, I didnt get mad or offended haha. I understand a lot of these viewpoints, and thank you so much for liking my work!! I do wonder what would happen if I made a true BBH centric fic and not just spin offs or continuations of previous works where oc ends up with BBH 🤔🤔 I think that fic would have too much power haha.

[petewentzicle]

Im genuinely at a loss for words, hard to find something that hasn't already been said about this godforsaken (or jackforsaken i guess) TV show.

Over the span of 8 years supernatural really has shaped me as a person, it was there for me when i was feeling down, low or anxious. It heloed me through some really dark times and i realise empathise with alot of the characters their stories too.

The way the show has been intergrated my life in small and big ways. My first cosplay being castiel and how the show and its characters/actors helped me to become more of an individual and understand myself much more. I just cant thank the actors and creators enough.

The fandom too, (albeit had its moments of toxicity as does every fandom) overall is just a very accepting place. Ive made tonnes of friends through this show and its just so heart warming and hilarious at the same time thar we can all collectively go insane and get hyped over the same show. The spn family really is like a family and man this is just so sad to think about.

Of course we were all expecting it to end one day, like oh my days it wasnt meant to last mkre than 5 seasons but 10 years later here we are.

I dont think i could ever prepare myself for tonight no matter how much time we've been given. Regardless of what happens in the finale i will still adore this show, its actors and all the amazing fans that helped pull me through so much. Honestly i appreciate you all 💖

Dont cry because its over smile because it happened 💖

[littlebitoffanfic]

Work Place Romance - Power

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre Characters: Thomas Hewitt Relationship: Thomas/reader Request: Can you do a smutty part two for work place romance AN: pure smut and I don’t care Part one: https://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/184509676114/work-place-romance You sat at your desk, trying to focus on the documents you were typing up but failing. Your mind kept wondering back to the man downstairs. standing abruptly from your place, you were unable to stop your legs as you walked through the factory with pay cheques in your hand. You threw them onto everyone’s work bench, not caring what happened to them because you just wanted an excuse to see Thomas. He was, as always, in one of the back rooms working. No one really spent any time on their own with him, so when you entered the room and closed the door you knew no one would come in. Thomas was covered in blood, right up his arms and past his elbows. You knew it was twisted, but you couldn’t help but feel more turned on over it. “hey.” You smiled, placing the last slip of paper to the side as you walked up to him. You made sure to sway your hips a little more when you walked and Thomas definitely noticed. Today, you had wore a white blouse with a black cardigan and a tight pencil skirt that you knew would be driving him wide. On the drive in, his hand hadn’t left your lap the entre time and you noticed his budge when you grabbed your purse from the footwell. Plus, it was too hot for tights today. Thomas tilts his head to the side, silently asking why you had come here in the middle of the day as he pulled the apron off his torso. Well, it was 3.30pm, but it still wasn’t common for you to leave the office. A soft blush raises to your cheeks as you look away from him. You couldn’t exactly say “ive been fanaticising about fucking you and now im worked up and needy”, now could you? Not that Thomas would mind. The last 6 months had been some of the best months of your life. Ever since that first kiss, you had fallen completely in love with the butcher. His family welcomed you with open arms but they were the only ones who knew about the romance. Thomas came over to your house the night before last, but last night you had had to sleep alone and you hated it. Although you were sure he felt the same judging by the kiss he had given you this morning. “I-erm, I had to see you.” You confess, knowing it was a half truth but not a lie. Thomas stepped closer, pulling down his mask as he frowns in confusion. He obviously thought something was wrong. you felt yourself melt under his concern gaze. Sweet as always, you found yourself unable to resist him anymore. moving quickly, you wrap your arm around his neck and kiss him deeply. Thomas froze for a moment, unable to believe anyone would ever just throw themselves at him but he quickly kissed back. You felt him begin to move his arms when you pulled back. “No, you cant touch me.” You suddenly stated, earning a look from Thomas that reminded you of a kicked puppy. But you smiled and stepped back to gesture at his hands. “If you touch me, you’ll get blood on me and everyone will see.” You explain. Thomas looks down, studying his hands but nods nonetheless, understanding your reasoning. An evil plan hatches in your mind as your eyes fall on a chair at the back of the room. Pressing your hands on his chest, you guide him backwards until his heels hit the chair legs and he instantly sat down. His eyes were on your own, silently questioning what you were doing but he was just as excited to find out. he liked this. The thrill it offered. Leaning forward so you were an inch from his face, you smirk a little. “keep your hands by your side.” You tell him and, when he nods in return, you kiss him softly. pulling up your skirt so it was around your hips, you straddle your secret lover. Your skirt was way too tight to ever allow you to do this without it ripping. Thomas instantly buckled his hips up to meet your own and he could feel the heat of your body through his clothes. Locking your arms around his neck, you press your whole body against his as you grind softly. Thomas wines as he clutches the bottom of the seat and fought against his desires to touch you. Your cheeks were on fire as you grind against him, moaning against his lips as you felt his member pressing against your needy clit. You tried to rub against it, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more, and so did he. “Fuck.” You growled through gritted teeth as you pulled back, your fingers digging into his shoulder. Thomas’ eyes were staring at you with such desire you though you might cum there and then. Until you heard your name being called over the tannoy. There were no cameras in here, so the boss probably just needed you. you let out a frustrated moan as you sat panting on his lap. “Come to my office when you finish?” You try to ask Thomas, but it came out more like you were pleading with him. But he nodded, his jaw tense as you stood up. You smirk as he stands pulling his apron back on to cover his now rock hard dick. As you pull your skirt back down, you also pull down your panties while hes not looking. Walking up to him, you press a kiss to his cheek as you press the small bundle into his hand. By the time hes able to glance down at them, you had slipped out of the room. Thomas raises the material to his face and inhales deeply, his eyes fluttering closed. He couldn’t wait for finishing time. --------------------time skip ---------------- The second the clock struck 5, Thomas was at your office, his hands and arms clean once again. but he knew you wouldn’t be able to do anything to everyone left, so he sat in his corner. The fact he knew you were sitting there, without panties, was driving him insane with desire. You saw him clutching the edge of his seat. You watched as everyone left, causally getting up to double check and when you saw no one was here, you went back to your office and close the door. Turning, you smirked when you realised Thomas had cornered you against your door. “Everyone gone. Its just us.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled down his mask. His arms wrapped around your waist as he bend down to kiss you. but there was something a little more different about this kiss. Something more… lustful. Thomas was first to pull away, leaving you whining for more as he grabbed your hands and pulled you to your desk. You were about to question him when he turned you around and bent you over the desk. following his orders without question, you felt a rush of lust run through your body as his hands ran up your back, along your shoulder and down your arms in a mirrored fashion. When he got to your hands, he placed the firstly on the desk, either side of your head with clear instruction. Keep them there. You nodded, biting down hard on your lip. Wiggling a little, you brushed against Thomas as he leaned over you. Thomas let out a grunt as his attention and hands retreated down your lower back and to your ass. He grabbed your ass in both his hands, squeeze almost painfully as he ground himself against you. you moaned as his hands trailed down the side of your thighs to the edge of the skirt and pulling it up like you had done earlier. He pushed the skirt until it was around your waist, his hands grabbing your rear once again but this time skin on skin. You instantly stepped to spread your legs for him, your heels offering the perfect angle along with the desk. Thomas groaned as one of his hands ran down to your sex. A thick digit swiped against your wet slip and sensitive clit making you moan softly. he stepped back and knelt behind you. you felt his breath against your sex as you couldn’t help but smile. You wanted him, this, so badly. He leaned forward and you felt his tongue press against your clit before slowly moving to your slip and pushing inside. “Thomas.” You moaned, your legs basically shaking as he slowly made his way between pressing wet kisses to your clit and plunging his tongue into your opening. “fu-fuck.” You gasped, arching your back as you tried to press harder against him until you felt him pull back as he stood up. His hands left your body and you heard him undoing his belt and trousers. They fell to his ankles along with his boxers as he wrapped his hand around his thick cock. His other hand settled on your lower back, keeping you in place as he brushed the head against your slit. Instantly, you buckled your hips but he pulled back. You glanced over your shoulder and that shit eating grin told you exactly what you were in for. He was teasing you, tormenting you for what you had done to him earlier. “Please?” you whined, deciding to play along with him. “I need you.” You felt his body shiver at the words, knowing there were a weakness for him. You felt him press his head back against your slit. Both his hands grabbed your waist, holding you in place as he slowly pushed inside you. it was painfully slow as he filled you completely, staying buried fully inside you as you tried to wriggle against him. “So good.” You moaned, your nails digging into the wood of your desk as you felt him slowly pull out and thrust back in. His trusts were slow but hard, enough to get you going but not enough to make you cum. “You’re cruel.” You gasp as he fills you again and again, looking back at him as you pout out your lower lip. He smirked at you, enjoying the dominance he had over you, and how willing you were to give it to him. But it did make him go faster. His hips buckle against your own as his finger dug into you sides. This side of him made your inside flip as he fucked you on your desk. Thomas was normally loving and gentle during sex, never using his strength or power over you, but you could certainly get use to this. Thomas froze, buried fully inside you. you were about to moan and ask why he stopped when you heard it. Two people were speaking. “Just grab your keys quickly!” One snapped to the other from outside the door and you heard someone jogging along the corridor. but you were too lost in lust to care. “Don’t stop.” You begged Thomas in a hushed voice as you tried to grind against him as you glanced over your shoulder at him. His eyes looked down at you as if to make sure you were okay before he continued his pace. You couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips until his hand clamped over your mouth. He pulled you up so your back was arched but your head was nearly against his chest. You had to keep your mouth open, trying to keep your breath as you moans were muffled by his hands. Something like this could certainly get you both fired, but you were so lost in lust for him that you didn’t care. And neither did Thomas. He used his other hand to reach in front of you and pull open your blouse, a few buttons pinging off across the room. You gasped as he pulled down your bra to expose your breasts. He took your right breast in his hand and squeezed it, sending a shock through your body as you reached up. He thought you were about pull his hands off you, tell him he had gone to far. But you didn’t. One of your hands reached up over you to his head and buried itself in his hair. The other grabbed the wrist of his hand which covered your mouth. He was about to let go but you kept it in place, doing it more for leverage than anything else. You panted, his hips slamming against your own as you heard footsteps walking back. “is [y/n] away?” One of the workers called to the other. “Must be. She looked really red faced earlier.” The other replied and then you heard a knock on the door. You felt your heart hammering against your chest as you stared at the door. If they walked in here, they would see you, bent over the desk with your blouse ripped opened as Thomas Brown Hewitt fucked you from behind. His hands crushed over your mouth and squeezing your right breast as you almost suffocated. And you fucking loved it. Glancing at Thomas, you saw he was staring at the door as well and was thinking the exact same thing. He wanted them to walk in and see him with you. he wanted them to know how you had came to him, needy and desperate earlier because no one else could satisfy you but him. he wanted them to walk in and see you cum because he fucked you like no one else could. He wanted them to see you take all his seed when he came deep inside you. It was too much for you. Your walls clenched around him as you came, hard. Your whole body filled with pure and utter pleasure you finally got the release you had been searching for all day. And the second Thomas felt you orgasm, he followed, spilling his seed into you as you pulsed around him. “She must have been sick.” You heard one of them say to the other. The footsteps walked away from the door and you heard the two men leave through the front door. Once they were gone, Thomas let go of your mouth and you panted for air. Falling forward, you just managed to catch yourself on your hands as you moaned and gasped. Thomas pace a hand either side of you as he tried to hold himself up. Both of you were a mess. But Thomas was scared he had gone too far. He quickly pulls up his trousers and stepped back from you as you push yourself up. You pull down your skirt and pull your bra back up although your blouse wasn’t salvageable right now. You could replace the buttons when you got home. Turning, you saw Thomas staring at you in fear. But he saw the smile on your lips and relaxed. “Wow.” You giggle, jumping up on your desk and lying back so your head was hanging off the edge. “That was incredible.” Thomas couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as he walked back to you. He presses soft kisses against your chest as a silent apology for the torn blouse. You giggle as you look back to him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. When he looks up, you kiss his lips. This time, it was a soft and loving kiss. “well-“ You begin to sit back up and Thomas steps back to allow you some room. “-Since everyone will think I left early, how about we head back to mine for round two?” You wink at him as you speak and he instantly smirks. this was certainly something you were interested in exploring a little more of with him. This strange power play, which made your head spin. He could dominate your body completely then submit to you a moment before. When you told him not to touch you before, he had complied. And when you gave him complete control, he had certainly delivered. And he seemed to enjoy both, as you had.

[hstyleshoney]

are you a larry? or did you just used to be a larry? sorry i saw it in ur tags

Hiiii!

110% not a Larry. Its the stupidest thing i know in this fandom. Ive had this blog for YEARS and I did use to find the whole thing funny before I realised people actually thought it was real, when I was like 15. I just thought it was a cute bromance in the beginning and never really took it that serious and when it started getting out of hand I backed from it completely. I used to love their friendship back in the days but everyone just ruined it. I’ve been following 1D since they were on the X factor, when they were so close and had a really close friendship and I thought it was all just a fun thing to joke about but I never thought it was actual real. I really thought everyone was just like joking around and being fun but yeah flash forward like 10 years....... it’s insane.

Thank you for asking though! I need to look through my blog and remove that because tbh it’s something I had completely forgotten about and it’s definitely a part of the fandom I don’t want be a part of or associated with.

[raazberry]

not a vent tbh just me generally thinking about things lol

the past two months have been like... really bad for me in terms of like actual Productive Work (going to college, studying, trying to find work and socialising) but in the creative sense ive never felt more alive. like i’ve created so many new things, even if all of them weren’t as “great” as i’d hoped, i still /did/ things? and it’s making me question if maybe im studying the wrong thing. like ive never felt this motivated in my life or like actually been interested in anything? 

and as far as i can tell its not even like... idk a Fandom Thing like it usually is. like yknow how when you get obsessed with a new piece of media and you just absolutely have to make content based on it because it will like kill if you dont or wtv...  that happened to me with silicon valley i think bc the jarrich brainworms were just so strong lol

but rn i dont think its like oh i need to create things abt obey me/genshin. in my head its just I Need To Create and those games are just right there in front of me so im like using them as a medium & going insane abt it

anyway my point is maybe i shouldn't be studying business administration in media because literally who the fuck cares about that. not me. but also idk what else should i be studying? what if i suddenly move on and realise that this was a mistake too,,,???

[creepweirdo]

hey emily! and omg they weren’t my faves lol they never covered that track! plus i doubt they would change the lyrics. i’m glad you enjoyed the cover though. yeah idk i don’t really read genderbent fics which cuts down on the wlw stories and there aren’t enough out there 😭 idk the yuri on ice soundtrack even tho i loved it so i’ll go listen! it can remind me before the new stuff comes out. oh that’s a good idea about the donghua it might help my pandemic brain to focus.

my kpop mutual did send me some art of san lang? and pointed out he looked like my bias which i admit intrigued me into trying to read it. i like all sorts of games, on my switch, rdr2, zelda. i don’t play that much but it’s a nice break if i can’t focus on reading. ive not got far in cp2077 yet but its fun! button mashing is the only way to play. your cc💜

I FORGOT QUESTIONS wow what a terrible cc. for mdzs what sect would you be in/like to join? and what is one thing that can instantly make your day better?

hi classified cultivator!!! 

ALSO WARNING FOR MY LACK OF EMOJIS </3 im writing this on my laptop lol)

whoops sorry that i've been MIA for the last couple of days - i’ve been a slave to capitalism :(((((((((((((((

LMAO that’s so funny that they weren’t your faves!! AND OH HOW INTERESTING - i think i will HAVE to stan them for not changing the gender of the song !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

how exciting was the yuri on ice news !!! ahhhhh i totally lost my mind - i didn’t even believe the news at first but if this year has told us anything its that tumblr/twitter memes are the only way to find out about world/fandom news!!!

LMAO IM HOPING IT WAS FROM THE MANHUA (see below haha) !!!!!! BC I AM !!!!!! LOOKING RESPECTFULLY AND AS A LESBIAN OF COURSE BUT AHHHH WHY IS DRAWING SO FINE!!

oooo reading!! Is it mostly fanfic or are you blessed with the ability to read actually books????!!!!! I would love to be able to read a real book one day hahahah O_O

LMAOOOO HAHAH NOOO ur not terrible lol - okay!!! so this is actually really hard. a sect i’d like to be a part of is the lan sect LOL. like, i am pretty lame and have always felt bad if I don’t follow the rules set out for me. and it would be so nice to be up in the nice and cool and tranquil mountains (it’s summer for me rn and im hating my life). AND i actually think the white and light blue uniform/robe/clothes colours are so cute/pretty. and i would like the set and rigid framework life would give me there (i don’t really like spontaneous change hahah it stresses me out so much)

HOWEVER i would like to think that i would leave the lan sect once becoming a senior disciple and become a rouge cultivator bc my world view would have opened up and i would have realised that i can do so much more good for the people by being a rouge cultivator. (OMG not me making up this self insert scenario LOL)

OH AHAHAH this is so lame and such an introvert thing but one thing that can instantly make my day better is when i can have time alone and can decompress!!! especially after social catch ups and work!!! i need that time to myself or else i feel like i'm gonna go insane!! basically me spending time on tumblr and laughing at stupid memes and crying at mdzs makes my day instantly better ahaha <3 it’s a necessity LMAO

hahaha thank you for your questions!!! what sect would you wanna be in/join? and yeah, that’s a cool question - what is one thing that can instantly make your day better?

[onceuponaprincessworld]

CaptainSwan MC FF Recs

Hello everyone, there are so many great fics in this fandom by very talanted authors,  so here is a new list of some COMPLETE Multichapter Fics that are totally worth reading. Hope you enjoy!   😉  📖

If you are looking for more recs you can find my others lists here.

P.s I try to tag authors by their tumblr name, if you know any that I haven’t tagged please let me know. 

a one time thing (and other untruths), @weezlywrites

"She supposes the reason she tells him is the same reason she kept his phone number after all those weeks." Pregnancy has a way of throwing a wrench in one's plans.

More Than A Memory, @ive-always-been-a-pirate

He didn't remember much. He didn't remember her. The accident changed their lives and sent Emma into a tailspin, desperate for Killian to come back to her. But when he finally wakes up from his coma, the past six years are gone. He has no recollection of their love, but Emma refuses to give up on them. She's got her work cut out for her, but some memories are worth fighting for.

Out of the Frying Pan,  @welllpthisishappening​

Emma Swan is only doing this for one reason, well, make that two. To get her show’s numbers back up and, maybe, impress her son. She doesn’t like admitting to that second one though.

Killian Jones is doing this for absolutely, positively, just one reason. To expand his restaurant. And maybe get Regina off his back. So that’s kind of two reasons.

Neither one of them is doing a year-long Food Network all-star competition because they’re celebrity chefs and there’s not really any other choice. Of course not. And neither one of them is enjoying it because they maybe, kind of, sort of enjoy each other. That would be insane.

The Usual Story!, @icapturedkindness

What happens when the hot guy Emma yelled at in Starbucks for spilling her coffee, is her devilishly handsome and rich playboy new boss Killian Jones?

A Ghost in Me, @madjm

AU. Killian Jones is a master thief, known only as Hook. His life is complicated when he's asked to steal a necklace from security expert Emma Swan, and it opens up their shared past. 

Search and Rescue,  onceuponajollyroger

When Killian Jones, a rescue swimmer for the US Coast Guard, pulled Emma Swan from the unforgiving sea he had no idea she would end up rescuing him right back. [Captain Swan Modern AU]

Flight, @captainoftherollyjoger

Emma has been asked to move to England for six months for work. With a six month old baby boy, it isn't exactly ideal. On the flight she meets a kind stranger who turns her entire world upside down.

Caribbean Shores, @whimsicallyenchantedrose

AU. After a nasty breakup with her long-time boyfriend, Emma Swan takes a job as the security guard at Once Upon a Time Academy. She reluctantly agrees to attend the school’s annual fundraising gala, Caribbean Shores. Prepared for a boring night, Emma has no idea what’s in store for her when Killian Jones, the sexy new owner of the Jolly Roger Marina, is seated next to her.

Separate Lives, @lenfaz

Set after 3x20 "Kansas". After saving the town one more time, Emma decided to return to New York, leaving her past behind. Three years later, she realizes that might be not have been the best decision.

not a romcom movie, @captainnagata

Modern Lieutenant Duckling. "I'm not interested in being made the butt monkey of the school, or being some social experiment where you're trying to have me elected prom king or what have you, until we realise we've been falling in love all along and have our first kiss on an Adele song. Not interested. Savvy?" "I – I'm not planning to fall in love with you." "Good. Neither am I."

Make You Feel My Love, @xerxesrises

Emma Swan is trying to make her way in the world with her young son, Henry, and failing miserably. Enter Killian Jones, a damaged soul himself, and his young son, Liam. Can these two broken people build a life and a family together? Modern AU.

Lethologica, @lifeinahole27

Maybe if they could find the right word to describe their friendship, everything else would fall into place.

Icing on the Cake, @startswithhope

"is that REALLY what you want us to write on your custom-order cake?"

Modern AU / Killian and Emma meet over the phone and enter into an unlikely partnership.

Knock, Knock, @charmingturkeysandwich

Emma Swan has made the best of her crappy apartment ever since she became best friends with her neighbor, Ruby. But when Ruby moves out and a loud Brit takes her place, the thin walls and lack of space are suddenly not so endearing. After a particularly stressful day, Emma decides to confront the nightmare next door, and entirely against her better judgment, she might just be making a friend.

The Pirate Next Door,  @the-captains-ayebrows

Captain Swan Modern AU: A handsome stranger moves into the apartment right next to Emma Swan’s. Emma isn’t ready for romance, but what harm could come of making friends with the charming self-proclaimed “pirate” whose bedroom shares a wall with hers?

This Time Around, @shippingtheswann

Emma is working as a fourth year resident at a hospital when a ghost from her past shows up and throws everything for a loop! Can Emma work through her past feelings and fears and allow Killian back into her life? CS AU

Theoretically, @this-too-too-sullied-flesh

Emma's friend Killian has a reputation for sleeping around (and so does she). When he gives her a surprising gift on her thirtieth birthday, something about it unleashes the question she's been wondering for years: is he really as good as they say?

The Kilted Stripper,  @hooklineandswan

AU. If someone would have told her a month ago that she would fall in love with a stripper she would have called them insane because that would never happen to Emma Swan. At least not until she met Killian Jones.

Recipe For Disaster,  Librarybelle

Michelin Star Chef Killian Jones is surprised when he see Social worker Emma Swan eating alone in his restaurant. After a short meal together he is hooked, only problem is she's dating his sous chef! CS Modern AU!

The Trouble with Faking It, @nowforruin

Killian Jones is one drunken mistake from never setting foot on a movie set again. Enter Emma Swan, the woman his manager has paid to pretend to date him and clean up his image. It seems straightforward enough…but there’s always trouble with faking it.

Perched a Few Feet Above the Water, @irishswan

Killian is a single father. He and his 2 year old child are lounging by a public pool when his child accidentally falls in the water. Emma is the lifeguard that saves the kid’s life.

Open Your Eyes,  Montana-Rosalie

Killian leads a lonely life growing flowers. Emma hadn't seen color in a long time.

Sharing Space, @singingisfun

After two years, Emma comes for visit and Killian offers to let her use his room while she’s there.

Poem Without Words, @totheendoftheworldortime

Looking to make some extra money, college senior Emma Swan takes a post as a model for Professor Killian Jones' art class. Sparks fly on both sides. Will they give into temptation?

As Real As You Want It To Be, @ive-always-been-a-pirate

Teaching at the same school as Killian Jones was both infuriating and distracting, but when he throws Emma under the bus for the last time, she devises a plan to get back at him. After all, nobody likes to go to a wedding alone. Time for some CS AU fake dating :) Rated M for possible smut & sassy language.

Warm Nights & Firelight, @oubliette14

When in the wake of a messy breakup Emma makes the impulsive decision to return home to her parent's ranch in the Rockies, she certainly doesn't expect to find a strange Irish guy living in what was once her apartment over the garage, and she definitely doesn't imagine that the home she couldn't wait to be rid of five long years ago would be the very place her heart begins to heal.

[littlebitoffanfic]

Silent Confessions part 2

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre Characters: Bubba, Drayton Relationship: Bubba/reader Request: Would you write a part two for the silent confession where the reader gets found by drayton AN: http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/175620949144/silent-confession You woke with a loud clatter as a voice screamed in anger only a few feet in front of you. “Hes kept un! God-damn it, I’ll kill ‘im.” You sat bolt up right in your bed, your eyes immediately finding the source of the noise and your blood ran cold. Drayton. He was pacing the floor in front of you, his hands on his hips as he almost let off steam from his anger. You had seen him briefly through some holes in the walls when he had come into the basement to speak to Bubba so you knew what he looked like. When he saw you sit up, he froze. “God-damn it.” He cursed again. You had been caught. Nearly a year you had stayed hidden down here, but he had finally caught Bubba and you. But Bubba wasn’t here right now. He and Chop Top had had stuff to do, so he had left first thing. You had been tired so stayed in your bed until you were rudely awakened. “and he didn’t even tie her down!” he snarled as he saw your free wrists and ankles. “He doesn’t have to. I wont run.” You said in a soft voice, taking Dayton by surprise. He twisted to look at you. You knew you had to be incredibly carful right now. If you were able to say the right things and do the right things, you might be able to keep yourself alive as well as save Bubba from punishment. “Oh yeah? You wont run?” Drayton scolded at you, mimicking your voice a little. “No, I don’t want to.” You keep yourself calm, knowing that any hint of weakness might be a loophole for Drayton to exploited. “eh?” He stopped pacing to look back at you. “Ive been here for a while. If I wanted to run, I would have. But I don’t.” You explain a little more. “How did yah get here, then?” He was carful and kept a little distance between the two of you. You knew he didn’t do any of the killing, so probably wouldn’t do anything to you until the twins got back. So you had a little time to persuade him. you told him of how you had been kidnapped and held hostage. About how you didn’t have a family so the ransom they asked for was never paid. About how they beat you and then brought you out here to be killed. But Bubba had saved you. You were very carful to say that Bubba had been carful at first and had kept you in ropes, but you never ran so they became forgotten. During your tale, Drayton retreated away from your bed to sit on the chair in the corner, watching you carefully for any signs of deception. “So how long have you been down here?” He finally asks when he sensed your story was coming to a close. “About a year.” You knew it was dangerous and leaving it to chance about how he would react, but you couldn’t lie. “Are you insane or something?” Drayton shoots at you, but you could only laugh. “Maybe.” You shrug, a soft giggle falling from your lips. “You got any idea what we-“ he started to ask but you knew where he was going with the question. “That you kill people? Yeah, I know. Ive helped.” You smile proudly, catching Drayton off guard as he frowns and asks how. “Bubba showed me. Ive been skinning some of the people when they come down here.” “you… I wondered why it was lookin’ a lot cleaner.” Drayton sat back in his chair, his eyes trained on you. “Why’d yah stay?” “Because…” you trail off, dropping your eyes a little, asking yourself that question. But the answer was so obvious to you. “Because I wanted to.” there was a pause between you two as Drayton thought through everything he had just heard. “Well, Bubba wont be back for another hour. You best come up with me. Help with some stuff.” He stood up, his sudden offer making you smile and bounce out of your bed. You moved quickly to his side before following him up the stairs. He kept a very close eyes on you as he told you to start by cleaning up the blood left over from the night before. You got right to it, scrubbing at the blood on the main dinning table. You were able to lift it rather easily because it hadn’t completely dried into the woodwork. Next, he took you into the kitchen. “Are you going to make chilli?” You asked, right by his side. You knew the close proximity had him on edge but you needed him to trust you and maybe you could force that trust a little. Plus, it was nice being able to speak to someone and get a verbal response. You were glad it was Drayton who found you first, because it meant you had a good shot at getting on his good side, whereas Chop top and nubbins were completely crazy. “yeah, making a new batch.” He nods. “you sell it, don’t you?” You ask, excited that you might learn the receipt. Drayton nods as he turns on the hob and grabs a pan from the side. “You should enter those competitions, you know. The ones where you get judged. I saw a guy go on there once and his profit went through the roof when he won.” You told Drayton. for the next hour, you helped the eldest brother with the cooking. He was carful to keep knifes away from you but did tell you to do some peeling. “Do you mind if I make myself a cup of tea?” You ask, looking at the kettle. Drayton glances at you. He was about to nod when he realised that giving you boiling water might not be such a good idea, so he tells you to sit at the table and he’d make it. You were surprised by how well Drayton seemed to be taking this all. Maybe he was just hiding it but at least you might get to stay. Once he had made you a cup, he made himself one. Drayton sat at the opposite end of the table from you as you drank. He had left the chilli to stew for a while so you were sitting at the main dining room table. He asked you a few questions about your previous life and if there was anyone who might come looking for you, to which you laughed but answer no, nonetheless. Bubbas the first to return. You knew from the heavy footsteps when you recognised as his own. Sitting up straight in your chair, you looked at the door excitingly. you hadn’t seen him all day because he had had to leave before you were up properly. “Bubba!” Drayton called his name, making Bubbas footsteps stop. You thought you might be able to place them as heading for the basement first, to where he thought you were. But he then followed his brother voice. Drayton stood up and walked over to the stew, stirring it. When he entered the room, his eyes found you and he froze. You swear you could see fear in his eyes as he quickly made his way towards you. Bubba seemed not to have noticed that Drayton was in the room as he grabbed your hand, trying to drag you back to the basement. But you dug your heels into the ground and grabbed onto the table, stopping him to leading you anywhere. He gave a disgruntled growl as he tried again. “Aint no point in doing that, I already met the girl.” Drayton called over his shoulder before turning to look at his younger brother. Bubba had froze the second he had heard his brother speak. You looked over at Drayton who started to walk towards you both. Bubba hauled you from your chair and basically threw you behind him as he turned to Drayton, as if Drayton might forget you if he couldn’t see you. You couldn’t help but smile a little at this, but only for a moment. You leaned against his back, desperate for the contact you had lacked all day and also wanting to help his worry. “Damn it, I aint gonna do anything with her! Yer just lucky Ive been needing someone to help me.” Drayton chastised Bubba, batting the air in front of him before turning back to the chili which was bubbling a little. “But shes your responsibility. If she runs or trys to cause trouble, I aint-“ Drayton couldn’t finish his statement as Bubba frantically shook his head, silently promising Drayton that you wouldn’t run or cause trouble. “right then.” Drayton nods more to himself than you both. You stepped out from behind Bubba, running your hand up and down his arm to sooth him a little more as he kept a tight hold of your wrist. “Take her downstairs before the others get back. I’ll deal with them for now.” Bubba wasted no time in dragging you out of the kitchen and towards the basement. You couldn’t help but giggle a little until you realised he was genuinely scared he might lose you. Once in the safety of the basement, he turned to you, letting go of your wrist. You wasted no time in throwing your arms around him and pressing a kiss to his lips through his mask. his arms locked around you tightly and he held you against his chest. You could hear how his heart hammered in his chest. You felt slightly guilty for making him worry so, but it couldn’t be helped. Pulling back from the kiss, you decided to explain everything. “Im sorry. He came down here earlier and found me.” You told him, nodding to the area that lead to your bed. Bubba grunted, partly out of annoyance. He wanted to keep you safe and all to himself. Now he would have to share you with his brothers. He loved them and they were family, but he couldn’t help but feel a hint of fear. They weren’t the most careful people and always broke things. Even when he was little, they would break his toys or mess up his things. Bubba didn’t want that to happen to you. He just wanted to keep you down here and safe. you could see he was deep in thought as he gazed down at you. You reached up and slowly undid his mask, pulling it away from his face while he was thinking. “Bubba?” You called his name softly, drawing him out of his thoughts. His eyes focused on your own and softened. “At least there’s no more hiding or being scared about them finding out.” This was true, and even Bubba was relieved. He always had a heart attack when his brothers went into the basement. Only the day before, you had been straddling him in a hot and heavy make out session when Chop Top came bounding down the stairs, calling out for Bubba. He hated having to leave you after getting each other riled up. You heard the front door open and Chop Top and Nubbins came stumbling in, screaming at each other. Drayton’s heavy footsteps came running as he ordered them both into the kitchen. You knew what he would be talking about. Or who. Bubba had tensed up at the noises, listening closely even though it was impossible to hear what was being said. You took him by the hand and lead him into the back towards your little bedroom. He followed you in a dreamlike state. When inside, you pull him down to sit on your bed with you. his arms wrapped around you and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You looked up before retrieving a kiss from his lips. As normal, he sighed and let out a soft groan at the feeling before you moved to straddle his hips. You couldn’t stop whatever Drayton was saying to the others, but you could distract each other, if only for a little while.

[littlebitoffanfic]

Storm

Fandom: IT Characters: Henry, Patrick, others mentioned Relationship: Henry/reader Request: I just read your Patrick x reader one and I LOVED IT. Could you write some the same but for henry? Could you also include more time with the others as well? Like maybe they don’t mind the reader and find her funny. You sat in your science class in silence. It was exam time and you had all be forced to rearrange seating so people who were friends couldn’t try and copy of each other. Not that it really stopped some. You were sat next to Henry Bowers, someone who you didn’t like but didn’t hate. At least, that’s what you told yourself. Of all the boys in your school, you had to develop a crush on him. He was the head of small ‘gang’ with a couple of kids from your school. But you sat in a sort of purgatory on their list. You were popular or unpopular. You didn’t have a lot of friends but you didn’t have a lot of enemy’s. You didn’t do anything to help them but you didn’t do anything to annoy them. You were just ‘there’. You felt a nudge on your elbow and glanced to the side, seeing Henry staring at you. “Let me copy?” He half asked, half demanded. you furrowed your brow and glanced at the teacher who was staring mindlessly out the window. In your mind, you weighed the options. On the one hand, if you didn’t let him copy you, he would probably put you on his ‘first to kill’ list which grew longer every day. But on the other, he wouldn’t be BFFs with you but would owe you one. So you would really just stay were you were in his books. You reached out and took your calculator, discreetly sliding it along to Henry, who took it and looked it over, confused. You then leaned back in your chair, stretching your arm over your head. The teacher noticed and scurried over to you. You could feel Henrys eyes on you as they bore into the side of your skull, thinking you were going to tell. “Sorry miss, but Ive left my calculator in my locker.” You whispered to her, making your voice almost sickly sweet. The teacher raised an eyebrow at you. “Can you go get it for me? Unless you want me to go or share with someone.” You looked around innocently glancing around, your eyes finding the calculator in Henrys hand. You saw Henrys eyes light up when he realised what you were doing. The teacher, who obviously was thinking if you shared, you would cheat and if you went to your locker, you could search the answer. “Right.” She shoved her hand out and you buried your hand in your jacket pocket, pulling out your locker key and placing the key in her palm. She went over and wedged the door open, gave the class a scowl and left. “Quick.” You order, shoving your paper to Henry, who instantly started to copy word for word. You shoved his shoulder. “What?!” He snapped as he scribbled furiously. Thankfully, a couple of people were whispering to each other. “Who in the hell taught you to cheat. Don’t copy exactly what ive put or they’ll know and we’ll both get held back. Make some mistakes and scribble them out. Make spelling mistakes. I know I haven’t spelt “saprophyte” wrong so you cant spell it the exact same way! Word things slightly differently.” You scolded him, seeing his eyes widen. You thought he would go berserk at you, exam or no exam, but then it faded and he nodded slightly and got back to work, changing things. You heard the clicking of the teachers heels and nudged him again. He nodded, understanding why you did it and slid back slightly just as the teacher walked back in. She came over and placed the key and spare calculator you kept in your locker on your table. You were thankful that you had a space. She returned to her seat and continued to stare out the window. The next hour or so, you would sit back in your chair and mess about with the calculator so Henry could copy down your answers. When you saw he was finished, you let him go up and hand in his paper first. He came back, shoving his things into his bag along with your calculator and left. You waited 5 minutes before going to hand in your test. With that, you left. You walked out the school, your bag slung over one shoulder. You weren’t paying attention to much when you heard your name being shouted from the right. You glanced up to see Henry sitting in his car with the roof down. In the passenger side was Reginald "Belch" Huggins (a rather chubby boy for someone who bullied fat kids) and in the back was Patrick hockstetter and Victor "Vic" Criss (who had bleached blonde hair). You raised your eyebrows as you approached the car cautiously. “Thanks for that.” Henry said before throwing something at you. Well, not throw, more tossed. You caught it and saw it was your calculator. “No problem. Just warn me next time and not in the middle of the exam.” You smile as you let your bag fall down your arm, catching it on your elbow and unzipped it. You shoved the calculator inside and zipped it up. “You have a lot of experience cheating?” Vic called to you. you look up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Not really. But I wasn’t born yesterday.” You shrug, wondering why they had suddenly taken such an interest in you. “Where you going?” Henry was next to question you. “The little store.” You nodded down the road that lead to the store. “What a coincidence. That’s where we’re going.” Patrick leaned forward and playfully shoved Henrys shoulder, earning a scowl from the driver. “We’ll give you a lift.” Henry nodded to the passenger seat. You looked at Belch, who frowned before both Patrick and Vic grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him backwards. You glanced around as he moved into the back of the car. There was at least 10 people looking over at you. if you got in the car with them and something went wrong, people would say you had been with them. And if you refused, you might fall into their bad books. Plus, it was a bit of excitement. You walked around the car and opened the door, elegantly climbing in. “well, well, gents. This is the first time we’ve had a lady in the car.” Vic, who was now sitting in the middle of the three, leaned forward, his hands resting on the backs of the seats. “Well, if you mind your ‘P’s and ‘Q’s, you might be a lady someday, too.” You suddenly said, your voice dripping with sarcasm and the remark coming out before you could think. You were so used to people not really paying attention to you that you were able to say things without them knowing. You bite down hard on your inner cheek, wondering if you had just condemned yourself. That was until Henry, Patrick and Blech started laughing their heads off. “She got you!” Patrick said, slapping the back of Vics head as he sat back. You glanced back and could see he wasn’t mad. Which made you relax. you placed your bag on the floor as the car sped off. Henry turned on the radio, blasting it loud as he drove. The wind hit your face and made the lose strands of your hair fly out behind you. It was rather nice, even though you were very much on edge. The boys joked about, shoving each other in the back seat. But, soon enough, you were at the small store. Henry pulled up outside. You jumped out, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “Thanks for the ride.” You smiled. ------------time skip --------------- Since that day, you seemed to have developed a sort of friendship with most of the boys. You didn’t go out of your way to find them, but they seemed to find you. Especially Henry. He seemed to enjoy your company. And, even though he was in manys eyes absolutely insane, you couldn’t stop your attraction to him. Even more so when he spent so much time with you. Henry acted as a sort of barrier between you and most others. You noticed that people seemed to notice when you walked by, something you found strange. You didn’t mind, just so long as you didn’t get too much attention. The guys seemed to enjoy your dry humour and sarcastic remarks. You made them laugh every time you were around them and they had even started using some of your lines. At first, you thought maybe it was an act, but as the weeks turned to months, you knew none of them were this dedicated to an act. Plus, you were a distraction. If you noticed any kid who was on the gangs bad side, you would go out of your way to distract them. This earned you a little more friendship and kindness in classes that weren’t with the guys. It was raining hard today. You had been visiting family out of town overnight. Of course, the guys knew about this because henry had dropped you off at the bus stop after school yesterday. He had also asked when you would be coming back and you told him it was only one night and you’d be back by 2pm. It was a Saturday so there was no school. You walked with your head down and hood up, resenting every drop of rain that hit your head. “[y/n]!” Henrys voice filled your ears and you looked up. You were walking past the woods and saw Henry standing between some trees, drenched to the bone from his dirty blonde hair to his shoes. He waved at you and signalled for you to come over. “What they hell are you doing out in this weather?” You asked, running over to him. He smiled down at you. “We found a cave.” he said as he grabbed your forearm and started to drag you into the woods before you could protest. The two of you only walked for a minute before you came to the side of a cliff. You heard the guys before you saw them. Sure enough, there was a cave and Henry pulled you inside. They all sat around what looked like a poor attempt at starting a fire. Henry shook his head, the water flying out his hair and hitting the guys, who cursed him out. “hey, [y/n], where yah been?” Beltch asked, looking up at you. “Henrys been pulling his hair out.” Belch smirked at Henry who scowled back, looking ready to punch him so you knew you had to say something quickly. “Just visiting some family.” You smiled, dropping your bag to the floor. This seemed to move the attention along as Belch started to try light a fire with two wet rocks and Patrick offered the flame of his lighter but it didn’t do much. You frowned. “Who taught you how to light a fire?” You asked, earning a chuckle from the group. This had become a sort of signature for you. If you saw them doing something stupid or wrong, you would ask who taught them to do it. “You think you can do better?” Belch challenged you, gesturing to the pile of leaves and sticks. “Anyone got an aerosol?” You asked, and Vic said he did. He reached into his bag and pulled out a can of hair spray and tossed it to you. you reached out to Patrick who instantly caught on and chucked you his lighter. “Stand back.” You warned as you shook the can. The boys backed away slightly, knowing you meant what you said. You held the can behind the lighter (which was at arms length). You then flicked the lighter open so the flame came on. Aiming for the fire, you pressed down on the can, releasing the spray. The second it hit the flame, it became a fire stream that lit the leaves and sticks and that made the guys jump and then go crazy over. You stopped after a second and tossed the can back to Vic whos mouth was wide open, placing the lighter down beside Patrick. Belch let out an inhuman sound of excitement and Patrick was clapping and looking very impressed. You glanced to Henry who was smiling widely at you. For a while the five of you sat in the cave, chatting, laughing and enjoying each others company. Belch was the first to leave, soon followed by Vic. Patrick stayed a little longer but he soon took off. That left the two of you. You and Henry were sat towards the back of the cave, side by side. You had taken your thick coat off long ago and laid it across your lap for warmth. You glanced at Henry and noticed he was shaking. His knees were drawn up to his chest and his hung loosely over them. Sitting up slightly, you moved closer to him and moved your coat to cover him as well. Your arms were against his and you could feel how cold his skin really was. He was going to die of hyperthermia if he didn’t warm up. You reached to your bag and pulled it closer, opening it. After a moment of shuffling around, you found a thin blanket you had taken with you. pulling it out, you moved your coat off his lap, much to his utter confusion before covering you both back up with the blanket. “You should have brought a jacket.” You mumbled, getting a shrug of the shoulders from him. Thinking back, a part of you doubted if Henry even owned a proper coat. You had heard from others in the group of his father and it was safe to say you despised him. You let your head loll to the side, resting it against Henrys shoulder. It soon began to warm up under the covers and your eyelids began to get heavy. You nodded off, cuddling into Henry as you did. ---------------Timeskip---------------- When you woke up, you were still in the cave with him. You could tell from the fading light you must have been asleep for a while, but Henry hadn’t moved an inch. He was staring at the fire. You could feel he was warm to the touch, which hopefully meant he would not get ill. You didn’t let him you know you were awake just yet. It felt so nice and natural to sit like this with him and, despite his persona at school, he was different when you were alone with him. The rain had subsided a little but not much since you drifted off and the fire was a little smaller than before but you wanted to stay in this moment forever. But you knew you couldn’t. “sorry.” You mumbled as you sat up, making Henry jump slightly. You giggled as you stretched. “You should have woke me.” All Henry did was shrug, looking from you to the fire. He was thinking, hard. You could see it in his eyes. “I…I should get going.” You went to stand up, thinking that he maybe wanted to be alone. That was, until, a hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you back down. “Stay. Just for a little.” Henry said, his voice sounding rougher than normal. You smiled at him before retaking your seat beside him. He was still staring at the fire, his brow pulled into a frown. You reached out, gently touching your palm to his cheek. He flinched at the action and it made your heart ache for him, but you gently tried again, noticing how this time he didn’t flinch. You moved his face around to face you. “Henry, is everything okay?” You asked, your thumb rubbing his cheek a little, trying to calm him down. You could feel his jaw tensing as he gritted his teeth, let out a deep breath. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something but you didn’t know what. “Henry?” You breathed, tilting your head to the side, trying to figure out what he was thinking so hard about. But this seemed to break him. He moved forward quickly, slamming his lips against yours. You were surprised by this sudden display of affection from him, especially toward you. But as your mind lulled you into a calmness, you realised you were the only one he was every even slightly affectionate to. He never asked the guys if they were okay, but he would if he saw dark circles under your eyes after a bad night sleep. He wouldn’t ask the guys if they were hungry and wanted to go for food, he would just order if he wanted but he also asked you. He never sat as close to the guys as he did with you. Never went out of his way to make the guys feel safe. And he would never have let the guys fall asleep on him. Not only that, but stay till they woke up. And then ask them to stay. your mind races but then fell silent and your body took over. You shyly started to kiss him back, keeping your hand on his cheek and placing the other on his chest, feeling his heart beating fast within his chest. He stiffened at the contact, but the relaxed, his hands reaching out to find your waist and wrapping his arms around it. You were pulled against him, feeling his slightly shaking hands placed flat on your back. All you could hear was the gentle sound of the rain from outside the cave and the small howl of the wind. Coupling that with such a sweet and passionate kiss made you fall in love with the situation. You pulled back first, panting slightly as your eyes fluttered open to meet his. You were surprised to see a hint of fear behind them as he searched your eyes for any sign of hatred toward him. But then he watched as your mouth moved into a beautiful smile and your cheek glow red. His heart stopped in his chest as he couldn’t help but return the smile. But his heart soon got a jump start when you leaned back in for another kiss, one which Henry was all too happy to oblige to. You weren’t sure why you allowed yourself to fall for him, or even when. But as your lips tingled, cheeks heat up, heart stop and mind race, you didn’t care. That was until you heard a voice fill the cave. “Did I leave my lighter here….” Patrick came into the cave, his hair having been covering his eyes thanks to the rain, he hadn’t seen you and Henry until he was inside the cave. You jumped back from Henry, huddling your legs up to your chest as you felt your cheek light up on fire. But Patricks surprised look turned to a smile. “Nice. Hes been mad for you, you know…” Patrick then made a wanking gesture, shaking his hand. Henry reached to the side and grabbed a stone, hurtling it at Patrick. You were sure it might have given him a concussion if it hadn’t have just missed him. Patrick ducked to the side, laughing as he ducked down and picked the lighter off the floor, throwing it up and down as he turned, about to go back out into the rain. But he paused and turned around. “Can I join in?” He asked, looking genuine until his face broke into menacing smile. Henry scrambled out from under the covers, bolting for his old friend. Patrick turned and ran out the cave and, if it hadn’t have been raining, you were sure Henry would have went out after him. But he stopped when he came to the mouth of the cave, panting hard. He wouldn’t turn to look at you and you knew you had to make the first move. You moved out from under the covers, stood up and walked over to him. You wrapped your arms around his right arm, intertwining your fingers with his. You could see he was really angry about what Patrick had said and, although you knew you shouldn’t, you found it funny. you couldn’t help but giggle, moving your head down to place your forehead on his shoulder, trying to hide your smile from him. You felt him turn his head towards you and you glanced up, biting your lower lip to try hid your laughter. But when you’re eyes met his, you saw his soften and his body relax. Any anger for Patrick seemed to have seeped away when he looked at you. But you saw his cheeks were tingled with red, meaning the words Patrick had said at the start hadn’t been a lie. “You really want me?” You ask. You didn’t really want to use the word ‘want’, but you thought ‘like’ or ‘love’ would be too sappy for him. Henry nodded, turning on the spot. You dropped your hands from his as his own hand rested on your hips. You couldn’t help but giggle, placing your hands on his chest, running one hand up and around to the back of his neck. “I feel the same.” You mumbled, stepping closer so you were pressed against him. henry smirked before dipping down, kissing you again. This kiss was more relaxed and not a tense. You let out a quiet moan against his lips, feeling him tense then pull your closer, if that were possible. You pulled back, turning to glance out the cave. “You know, it doesn’t look like its going to lighten up any time soon.” You nodded to the sky, referring to the rain. Henry stared at you blankly for a moment before you saw the realisation dawn in his eyes. “Yeah, looks like we’ll just have to stay here a little long.” He chuckles, pulling you back into the cave. You were so thankful for the storm.