#i had motivation at 2AM and had to write it. this might be shit when i wake up at morning

[archeryenthusiast]

*The King's most trusted knight returns after a year long journey to a far kingdom with many other men to try and settle a potential war. The knight approaches the king and says*

Kn: Your Majesty, my person is back with news and changes

K: Oh, Lord! What hasth happened to thee? Thou art much more... Effeminate than before?

Kn: Your Majesty, the rumors were true. Once one doth venture into the land of Tum-Blr by himself, she shall not come back the same...

K: But what exactly happened to thy person that hasth turned thee into a wifmann?

Kn: Your Majesty, the Tum-Blerers kept taking about some.. Astro-Gem and some kind of.. Awe of the Tism!

K: What is "The Tism?", if thou possesses such information?

Kn: It appears to be about... Sensitivity to textures and.. toe walking and... Social cues? It is confusing to me, Your Majesty

K: What about the "Astro-Gem?* It sounds valuable!

Kn: oh, Your Majesty, it is. They put it into my body, and it slowly made mine appearance more and more like that of a wifmann.

K: But... Why did thy person allow the Tum-Blerers to do such things to thy body?

Kn: Your Majesty, my person is frankly... Much happier like this?

*the King thinks for a while, before finally saying*

My person shall personally meet those odd yet happy people, dost thou understand?

Kn: Be careful, Your Majesty. In the land of Tum-Blr, the genders are queer, and the neuros are divergent

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

What are the major details that confused you about the Hound blurb? The major one that stood put to me was the "way of the farmer opposed to the sword" thing which felt very...un-Cú Chulainn. Also, if you don't mind expanding further, which details didn't you question/be confused by?

and also for anon:

okay so it is like. 2am so there are not going to be any sources here but i can't sleep so here goes!! i will go through this blurb line by line and give youse my thoughts

In 50 BCE,

reasonable. this is roughly the right time period for when the ulster cycle is set. maybe marginally earlier than i'd place cú chulainn, but i'm talking a few years, nothing to get worked up about.

Morrigan, the goddess of war,

fine. normally i'm wary of pantheonising impulses with regard to irish characters (almost none of them can be identified as a god of anything in particular, it doesn't work like that) but tbh the morrigan is like, the most plausible exception to that, so whatever. normally her name has the definite article attached to it because it's kind of a species term as well but whatevs.

has become restless as a long-lasting peace settles over Ireland.

dubious. closest i can think of to peace being reference in any texts is togail bruidne da derga talking about conaire mor's reign being like, prosperous and peaceful and whatever, and even there you've got díberg (plundering/reaving) which is what eventually fucks him over and starts the otherworldly hell spiral situation. that's roughly the right period here but conaire's doom proves you don't have to do much to nudge peace into war, and connacht and ulster are at each other's throats for years before cú chulainn comes on the scene anyway

Deciding the time of peace must end, she chooses Setanta, the nephew of the king of the north, to become her ward.

hmm. i mean. like, this isn't the WEIRDEST choice they could have made. it's still completely made-up, don't get me wrong -- cú chulainn has a lot of different foster parents in different texts and they don't agree with each other but none of them ever mentions the morrígan. but like, they do have a connection of some sort, as evidenced by their conversations. and there's that one moment in the r1 boyhood deeds where little cú chulainn is out on the battlefield and hears her (not sure which name is used here) calling out to him and it like. motivates him to do some deeds or whatever, and i guess you could extrapolate that into some kind of teaching capacity.

so like. could be weirder. if you're gonna pick anyone, you could do worse. still seems weird to me! but not on its own a major issue, i could get past this and consider it a Fun But Unorthodox Creative Decision

(the fact that she tries to seduce him in the táin probably wouldn't get in the way of this considering sleeping with his teachers/foster-mothers is far from unheard of where cú chulainn is concerned)

After a young Setanta slays the demon-hound of Cullan, he becomes known as Cú Cullan—The Hound of Cullan.

weird spelling choices, they could have at least bothered to use the genitive properly. also the hound isn't a demon, it's a ferocious watchdog -- making it sound all Otherworldly and Hellish like this kinda confuses the issue of why he would need to take its place. he needs to take its place because the cattle and people still need protecting because it is a watchdog!! but whatevs, again, it's a brief summary so they can't exactly give us all the details and this is not actively objectionable

As Cú Cullan grows older, it is apparent that an extraordinary power lies within him … and a great darkness.

ugh boring. this makes it sound like he's going to be ~tortured~ and angsty about it. give me an unapologetic murder teen please. is the ríastrad dark? sure i guess, if you're going to be boring about it. it's more like, grotesque neon in my head

When he chooses the quiet life of a farmer over the sword,

this would fucking never happen on like five different levels. obviously like anyone who has ever read anything about cú chulainn can see that this is not in his nature. he is never going to choose a quiet life. this is the kid who tricked his way into taking arms before everyone thought he was ready. also juxtaposed with the "darkness" comment makes it sound like he would Angst his way into this quiet life which. again. have you seen this kid. he is an unapologetic murder teen

the only thing i can think of that might make him temporarily want to walk away is connla's death which... depends where you position that in the timeline really, he does seem a bit fucked up by it and maybe he'd want a holiday although i can see that lasting precisely 5 minutes before someone pissed him off enough for him to murder them. but if he's being raised by the morrígan i can't see him going to train with scáthach so then he'd never meet aífe and therefore connla would never be born so that wouldn't happen. so like. whatever.

but also like. he would not become a farmer. he just wouldn't! it doesn't work! the ireland of the stories is super hierarchical, right? and this blurb has already fucking told us that he's the king's nephew (canon) so we can tell that being a farmer is Not His Place. when we see upper class figures becoming menial labourers in texts, like in cath maige tuired, it's because Things Are Fucked, Shit's Gone Wrong. people don't just decide to change their entire social class on a whim lmfao

if cú chulainn really wanted to turn his back on being a warrior he could probably make recourse to certain other Suitable Professions ... his grandad's a druid so he might have a route into that, though his dad's not so that might fuck things up a bit bc it's one of those things that's usually inherited. he does give "wisdom" in at least one text though and we also know he can write (he carves riddles in ogham in the táin) and he composes verses on various occasions so idk, maybe something in a poetic direction, though again, usually requires two generations of inheritance to be a real poet and not just a lower-class bard. warrior's kinda the main thing he's got open to him tbh. but farming? i'm not a legal expert but as far as i'm aware based on what i have read, that would fuck shit up

more likely an upset cú chulainn would just go off in search of an adventure somewhere conveniently far away until he'd calmed down (alba, or the tyrrhenian sea, or -- if we're going to get early modern about it -- somewhere like india, which frequently gets thrown into the texts with absolutely no cultural context and it's always hilarious)

Morrigan, angry at the betrayal,

of the entire social order, yes,

instigates an invasion of his homeland

i mean. if they intend this to be the táin then.... táin bó regamna does kinda make the morrígan responsible for it? not in the sense of triggering the pillow talk argument that it's in the book of leinster -- it's her getting up to her usual cow-nicking behaviours for shits and giggles. [note to readers: it is probably for more than shits and giggles but did i mention it's 2am]

but all in all, not particularly out of character that she would be at least some way responsible for this so i can vibe with this. echtra nerai also supports the TBR explanation with her fucking around with otherworldly cows and pissing people off so, yeah, whatever. the morrígan engineered this. sure.

and Cú Cullan must challenge fate itself

this is probably a controversial stance but fate feels like a difficult concept to apply to medieval irish texts. like are people sometimes Doomed? yes. there are prophecies, there are gessi, there's all manner of otherworldly fuckery that can trip you up. is that the same thing as fate? no idea. considering cú chulainn comes out alive from the táin though and his doom prophecies don't catch up to him for like, at least another decade, maybe 16 years depending on who you listen to, hard to see how that would apply here

to keep the goddess at bay.

again like she IS causing fuckery in the táin but also it's like... one time. really not the main character. but she or maybe just some crows, hard to say, do get implicated in the death tale so maybe they're doing what people often do and conflating the two? even though there's like 10-16 years in between them?

anyway as you can see i don’t think it’s wholly terrible / i’m not completely thinkshaming it. like, having cú chulainn raised by the morrígan is unorthodox but it could be a fun and creative direction so i don't object to it. making cú chulainn get sad about murder and choose to be a farmer is just fucking laughable tho, and makes me doubt their characterisations in general. so that's offputting and would probably make me think twice about buying it, if that had ever been on the cards.*

and of course sure, their cú chulainn can be a Sad Boy Who Likes Sheep, but that means he's not the cú chulainn of medieval irish lit / irish myth, because that cú chulainn is a feral murder teen who keeps killing his friends and also is way too high social status to ever be a farmer, and whose only relationship to livestock is as the watchdog who kills anyone trying to harm them (which is an important role on a farm! but like. not the same thing as Being A Farmer. mostly because it involves more murder and is essentially just an extension of his role as a warrior. or rather the other way around. he promises to protect mag muirthemne as a watchdog and this like. gets extended into him becoming its sole defender)

this has been my analysis of this blurb i hope you enjoyed it

it's now 2.30am i should try and sleep now that i've exorcised a few thoughts from my head

*as i mentioned in the tags of my other post, i don't tend to read graphic novels due to disability stuff. they're much harder for me to understand and follow than prose, to the point where some are incomprehensible, so i don't really enjoy them. there are a few i've read, but they tend to be short ones, and i'm usually not reading them in order, just admiring the art separately from the text. so it's unlikely i would read a graphic novel of this size anyway.

[spookberry]

Wait, no, keep talking, HANS was done dirty?? I'm not judging I could care less but I am intrigued

LOOK, Anna and Hans had a lot of chemistry!! And literally every reiteration ive seen has just made him better and made their relationship more wholesome(except ouat lmao) And im not saying they had to stay together or even that he truly loved her but his 180 into villainy just isnt good writing!!! Its 2am idk how good im gonna be at words but

In the broadway version they spend even more time showing him to be a good and kind ruler, that couldn't be an act! He had no reason to be nice to these people and to be kind. For all he knows Anna just left to get herself murdered by her sister. The jig is up, he isnt getting shit out of this now, they weren't even really engaged cuz the Queen said no. And he even calms Weselton down at first!! Like the guy thinks the rulers are evil and need to be killed(musical has him suggest Anna is in on it but even in the movie Hans still focuses his efforts on helping Arendelle rather than bothering with Elsa at first). That is until he discovers in some way or another that something bad befell Anna (her horse returning/someone finding her frozen and soaked clothing out in the woods). Its only then that he goes to avenge her and kill/capture Elsa(note he doesnt actually go to kill her at first because he still believes he might be able to talk her down) and only decides its best to kill her later.

Which leads me back to the fact that he has NO reasons to be doing this!!! If Anna is dead and Elsa has commited treason, he isnt getting shit!!! The second he thought Anna was dead is the moment his role here became moot. Arendelle is a whole kingdom! Its gonna have its own line for next in throne should something happen to Elsa and Anna which something did! And Hans isnt on that list, because he isnt from Arendelle. At this point he's just doing what he believes is right and helping this kingdom out in whatever way he can.... potentially because he is very much stuck here now that Elsa has frozen the fjord.

The issue crops up when Anna turns up alive still but on her way out if she doesn't get this act of true love. And here's the thing I could 100% believe that Hans had ulterior motives and wasn't actually in love with Anna, what I CANT believe is the way his personality changes so abruptly into someone so cruel and uncaring. Like?? Dude has 12 older brothers who are all assholes to him? And he meets Anna and they get along and she's a little naive but he sees a way out. A way into the life he believes he's always deserved.

He never looks or reacts to Anna like he is irritated or thrown off by her. The camera even stops to show him watching her fondly when she can't see him!!

So here's my idea of how it'd be better. When Hans reveals he doesn't love her. Just have him say sorry, maybe they even do kiss but nothing happens!!(Personally i think the build up of the kiss but then nothing happening eould be cool) It'd be so easy! Basically nothing would change. He just says sorry and comes clean to using her, that even though he likes her he isn't actually in love with her. She’d still be heartbroken over it, maybe she even angrily shouts at him to leave. And the window bursts open later anyways so bump it up a bit sooner and her hands are too frozen over to open the door to grt out herself til Olaf saves her.

And like! The rest of the movie would play out the same, he'd just be doing everything with the genuineness that he had the entire time before the Reveal. He goes to punish Elsa for committing treason and killing the Princess. He tells her Anna is dead because she probably is seeing as he couldn't save her. (Also i just dont see why anyone would believe him about them managing to say their wedding vows like?? Aren't there rules to that kinda thing? Vows dont mean shit if there isnt someone there to be like "yeah this checks out theyre married now." Tho idk maybe cuz theyre royalty? What do I know)

Then rather than punching him Anna just breaks up with him lol.

[zer0-is-me]

Chapter 3 - The Olympians

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

A/N:

I need to stop writing at 1 AM. Oh well, I went to bed at 12(i think-) yesterday so i probably am not sleep deprived.

For now.

Anywho, without further ado, this is the third chapter! read on :)

Previously:

Katsuki stared at the newly named, 'Kibo’s, hand, before ignoring it completely. He stood up, stretching, and turned to leave.

He paused right before he was about to jump to the floor, and sighed.

“ Name’s Valour. If we’re doing your cringe-y ass shit, the vigilante of courage and bravery.”

As an afterthought, he added, “ And, no, I’m not using your name, dumb fuck.”

And then, he was gone.

Izuku couldn't get them out of his head.

The vigilante from the night before, that was.

It was just so... so... well, he couldn't really describe it. Take intriguing and confusing along with a hint of amusement, mix them up, and there you have it.

But seriously, it kept on bugging him. He knew it was too early to tell, and he knew Valour, as they called themselves, probably wouldn't be seen again for a while (they had mentioned, after all, that they usually patrolled in a different neighbourhood). And yet he couldn't help but feel that them meeting up would be important somehow.

That, because of the certain chain of events that led to another, something good would come out of it.

He quickly brushed that feeling off when Valour was nowhere to be seen for the next week. They'd probably forgotten all about him, anyway. Soon, instead of thinking about the mysterious figure that had saved him that day, his thoughts were plagued with rightful worry.

His mom wasn't getting better.

She had been in a car crash. Izuku wasn't with her - he was at school when it had happened. Sometimes he wished he had been. Then maybe he would be in her position instead.

Inko had suffered a traumatic brain injury during the crash, and it was moderate, according to the doctors. She might recover mostly, though that would be around twelve months away.

He had cried rivers that day. Not in front of the doctors, no, but when he was locked away in his room.

He remembered feeling numb when they had told him the news right up until he had forced himself to work on homework. It all crashed onto him in one thought, and he remembered clutching his pencil in such a knuckle-white grip that it cracked. His homework page looked a lot like it had been dipped into a swimming pool afterwards.

It had been two months ago.

Since then, Izuku had tried to keep moving. He'd never let a tear drop since that night, sucking it up and braving the kids from school's taunts and bullying. (He deserved it for not being there for her when it happened, anyway.) He'd found a job - since his mother couldn't make money for them anymore - at a convenience store which was conveniently placed close by.

... Convenient.

He tried his best in school and studied hard, hoping that his mom would be proud if- no, when she got out.

And Izuku knew that he should stop his vigilant activities. He knew it would be better for him - to instead try and balance visiting his mother, studying, school and work only, than try to shove vigilantism into it. Every night, he'd tell himself that it wasn't worth it; that the heroes would be able to fill his place easily, and he wasn't doing much anyway. That he should sleep a full eight hours for once.

And yet every night, Kibo left the house and travelled to the neighbouring neighbourhood, ready to save people.

The kids at school didn't make it much better, though.

Kacchan's tauntings and shoves never seemed to stop, even if he'd never seriously hurt him more than a bruise or two. It didn't bother Izuku much, actually - more like an annoying brother who just loved to be an asshole to you and say mean things.

What really bothered him were the other kids at school - those who'd place spider lilies on his desk, like a request for him to die, or punch and kick him between classes and after school.

Those things... they eventually kind of got to him. He'd stare at a blade for a second or a minute, before putting it out of sight.

His only motive to keep going at this point was the people he'd save as a vigilante, and his mother.

He couldn't leave her without a son.

...

Izuku was putting on his costume. Yup, he was going for another night of vigilantism. (An awesome conversation changer, he knows.)

(A week and two days had passed since he had met Valour. He wasn't sure why he was tracking this.)

As he walked through alleyways and shadows to get to the next neighbourhood, he decided to do something he hadn't in years.

He stayed in his home neighbourhood.

Who knew, maybe there would be more crime here.

" Tch. Man, shut up. I know what I'm talking about."

Well that's convenient.

He heard it from a nearby alleyway and went to take a look. Innocent people usually wouldn't be talking in a secluded alleyway at 2AM. Peering around the corner, three men stood. The same person spoke - he had large horns coming from his forehead (sort of like demon ones).

" I'm telling you-"

Another interrupted. He looked tall and strong, and had red, glowing eyes. " Look, we get that you want money. We all want it. But seriously, a quirk trafficking ring? That's a bit too far."

The remaining man had a long crooked nose and dark eyes, like the kind of villains you'd see in a more or less kid-friendly film, and his stature was thin and crooked.

" No, no," he said. " I want to hear where this goes. Go on."

He did. " Thank you. What I was saying, was I heard about a trafficking ring. It's... Well, apparently, the organization's lead by people who call themselves, 'The Olympians'. Obviously, they trade and sell kids with good quirks. There's a twist, though. If they are trading with another quirk trafficking ring, and not selling, they'll insist on doing something called 'The Tournament'. From what I've heard of it, that's how they decide who gets what kid. Not sure what happens there, though."

" Interesting," the thin man said. " Thank you, Nakamura."

" You're welcome, Ito."

The other with glowing eyes huffed. " How do we know you're lying or not?"

'Nakamura' growled. " Well, Kobayashi, you'll know if you take my word, won't you?"

'Kobayashi' scoffed, " What are we even supposed to do with that information? Where even is it?"

Nakamura sighed, " You idiot, if you look at-"

He cut off and his hand shot up to his neck, clawing at something that wasn't there. Kobayashi scowled. " Call me that again, asshole, and see what happens. You need to remember who's best between me and you."

Nakamura dropped to the ground and gasped for air. " F-Fine! Fine."

He scowled at the ground, " If- If you look at where kids have gone missing lately, y-you'll realise that they disappear in a specific location and time. I don't- don't have the info, b-but I'm sure if you dug around, you'd find it."

Kobayashi sighed, " Well. You're really quite useless."

He raised his hand, but Nakamura stuttered out, " W-Wait! I have connections. I can get you whatever you need."

Kobayashi smirked, " Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Ito, the thin guy, chuckled darkly. " Oh, you didn't have to be so tough on the newbie, Kobayashi."

" Well it worked, Ito, didn't it?" Kobayashi said.

" Of course."

Nakamura was slowly getting to his feet, when he heard a near-silent scrape of shoes on cement. None of the men seemed to hear it, but Izuku knew he had heard something. He looked up just in time to see a figure dodge out of sight from the rooftop overhead.

He made a split second decision and climbed the building, hoping to see who else had been eavesdropping.

He'd definitely try to turn these guys in, but curiosity got the better of him in that moment.

A/N:

Whoooo another chapter posted! This took way too long, sorry!

Ooooh we got some new people :0 Who will they be, and what part will they play?

Btw, if you haven't figured it out already, the chapters will be in the perspective of the two boys one at a time - so in one chapter, it'll be Izuku, the next, katsuki, the next izuku, etc.

I hope you have a wonderful day, bye byeee! <3

✨@mymanbakugou ✨ (damn this taglist is lonely. If anyone else wants to be tagged, just tell me :))

[fearfeeling]

kinda sorry for disappearing, kinda not sorry bc i don’t owe people on the internet shit to update every bit of my life and how i’m feeling, but things have been busy with work and i’ve been tired from Life in general and have had very little motivation to be on tumblr.  i’ve updated my pinned post, but all my accounts are now perpetually on semi-hiatus mode until further notice.  i’ll come around to write every so often, but only when i actually feel like it (as it should be tbh).  don’t feel like trying to force myself to write; but, i understand that this does affect my partners, so if you no longer feel like following me or wtv, feel free to soft block / unfollow!  i’ll be on discord usually to chat, but sometimes i might forget to respond (i’m so sorry in advance bc sometimes i see a msg, say i’ll reply in a bit, and then forget to entirely; or i wake up at 2am and see it and then come morning i forgot i even had a new msg to look at). anyway hope y’all doin good and keeping safe and remember idgaf when you reply to me (whether it’s rp or dms). out to vibe ✌️

[momo-de-avis]

what are 2 books you feel you should be financially compensated for reading (beyond reimbursement for purchasing them)?

hard mode: nothing by zuzas.

now those are high stakes

first of all, this is hard for me to answer because I genuinely cannot read a book through to the end if I don't like it. I won't go past fifty pages if it's annoying me. So there are only a handful of books I can say I hated because I wasted time reading them, and even those I didn't finish.

But there are two, and one of them I actually talk about it all the time

First of all, fuck you, Flaubert. Fuck Emma Bovary. Fuck that book. Not only financial compensation, but emotional of some sort, cause you go through the 7 stages of grief reading that piece of garbage. Not after, during.

Like, every time I try to explain why I hate Madame Bovary so much I tell this little anecdote about my life. It was probably 2AM, I was still living with my mom, and I was in the living room. Back then, the History Channel---before it became exclusively devoted to Aliens, Hitler, and World War II---had a super interesting show called, I believe it was, Great Books. I caught only a few episodes, there was one on Janes Austen, another on Dostoevsky---and yes, one for Madame Bovary. Which was the one I saw that night.

And on that night, I was just chilling on my ass, and there was this expert on Flaubert explaining how the guy came up with the idea for the book. This woman had a PhD in literature. She studied Flaubert's life and history down to the letters and his intimacy. And I chuckled to myself, completely alone---and listen, you're free to believe whatever the hell yall want, but I swear on my cat this shit is true---and said to myself: "I bet this guy ran away to a cabin and dressed himself as woman to write this book." In fact, I hate Madame Bovary SO MUCH I've making this joke for YEARS, and it's why I call that pile of regurgitated french trash "literary transvesty" because it is literally a man playing dress up with no counter-balance to the absolute derailment of this woman's down-spiral. It's just the story of Emma Bovary going off her rockers, and there's no point where there might a slight indication of societal criticism. She's just a piece of shit. You know, at LEAST Tolstoi gave us Kittie and Levine as a counter-point. At LEAST Tolstoi built-up an immense backdrop with Stepane's adultery to understand the horrid treatment Anna is subjected to. At LEAST we are given a good characterisation of Karenine enough, whereas Charles Bovary is limper than a soggy sock. The only Ken doll I owned as a child had more charisma, and that bitch had no clothes.

And AT THAT POINT in the documentary, that lady expert with a whole PhD says something to this effect: APPARENTLY, Flaubert DID run off into a cabin in the fucking woods or some shit, and he did so with a locket, and what was in that locket? The hairs of his lover. Like, oh my God, I hate you so fucking much.

What I hate THE MOST about Madame Bovary is that despite being a shit book and shit story, and having been written by a guy who purposefully isolated himself from the woman he loved in the ass of the world, with a piece of her hair, as he dead ass attempted to "become a woman", whatever the hell that meant (but then again, so did every romantic writer back in the 19th century), this motherfucker was trialled in a court of law for this book (because adultery, women are frail, scandal, blah blah blah), and his defense was so amazing he actually coined a very important term in writing called Indirect Free Speech. Like, I genuinely hate this motherfucker but this absolute genius final take on his shit book just makes me hate him more. (For reference, this is where I learned this, Hans Robert Jauss explains this in his book Reception Theory)

The second book I think I deserve financial compensation for wasting the like, 3 days I wasted reading those first 100 pages or so, was Juliet Marillier's Daughter of the Forest. Oh my God. Listen, back in the day, like every teenage girl in the early/late 2000s, I was discovering paganism and that kind of crap, so I had a lot of wiccan friends. And there was Charmed. Not the rebooted crap, the OG Charmed, when Rose McGowan was closeted terf and we believed she was cool. Everyone loved Charmed. And everyone who bought into the new-pagan stuff and wiccan stuff, they were all introduced by one of two ways: either it was Charmed, or The Mists of Avalon. Either or. No other way. At least around my circle, that is.

So I had a lot of friends squealing over this one book from Marillier. I was absolutely obsessed with Arthuriana because of Mists of Avalon, and my wiccan/goth friends were all over me telling me "OH you GOTTA read Daughter of the Forest if you love Mists of Avalon". It's comforting to know the one wiccan friend who persisted with that crap went wacko and literally vanished into the horizon because I wanted to smack her in the face with that stupid book.

Basically, at the time, I was balls deep into Irish Mythology. And as I read it, I thought it was EERILY SIMILAR to the Children of Lir. Evil stepmother transforming her step-children into swans? Hm? The one thing that threw me off was that, in the story, the hero had to sew these shirts from some godawful plant that fucked up her hands, and that ISN'T in the original Children of Lir story. Then again, Children of Lir is genuinely not a compelling story. Of all Irish myths, it might be the least compelling.

However, I recently learned that IT IS the same tale, despite what Marillier sold as being "inspired by the Brother Grimm". It turns out the Children of Lir is a tale known throughout Europe, spanning from Spain to Ireland, with some variations, and it exists in Germany, where the sewing of the shirts with that weird plant is a plot point. So I guess that was a determent, considering the story is set in Ireland. Also, you can tell the story was written by a herbalist because, oh my god she goes off about plants all the time.

I basically stopped reading because the heroine is a bit obnoxious and it felt like the plot was going nowhere. And at some point, it was literally a book about plants. Like, Marion Zimmer Bradley's books can be boring (take the Forst House, which is one of my favourites, there's gotta be like 100 pages in there about Eilan's boring life picking flowers, but it builds up to her character, at least). But this one, it was going nowhere, while at the same time, Bretons were landing in Ireland? What? My anger came from when I checked the wikipedia page before I gave up because I wanted to see if there was something redeemable in that shit, like, come on, motivate me. And when I read that there's a fucking rape plot thrown in there that bears no relevance for no other reason than... I don't know, fear of men? I gave up. That was definitely when I stopped reading and decided to set it aside. It's weird cause, from what I remember, I think the author wanted to write it in pagan Ireland, but I don't remember a single mention of a pagan god? It was so convoluted, man.

And why the Children of Lir??? I 100% share the opinion of Sorcha Hegarty from Candlelit Tales regarding the Children of Lir: it is THE LEAST interesting tale in Irish Myth, and also---and these are her words, not mine---the least Irish lmao

Honourable mention: Thérèse Raquin by Zola is another one that made me SO FUCKING PISSED OFF that piece of shit book REQUIRES psychological counseling. Like, financial compensation isn't even enough to go through that crap.

[dreamsafterhours]

college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: III (mark’s pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff pairings: mark+my/n (fem), donghyuk+dy/n (fem), platonic!mark+dy/n, platonic!donghyuk+my/n format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college bf warning: some swearing

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or click here to meet your soulmate, paediatrics!donghyuk!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

III: 별빛이 내린다 샤라랄라랄라라 (2+2=4)

the meeting of two souls: mark & my/n

hi hello good day how are you? i hope you're well today/tonight this is like 3 weeks late isn't it :D pls don't come after me i lost some motivation to write for a while but here i am now so let's get to it!!

aight so you met donghyuk's roommate for the first time yesterday and,,

you honestly had NO IDEA someone could be that cute

highkey regretting not asking for his name but you were so caught up in lingering on the fact that he implied you were pretty , like wHO DOES THAT ASDFKJL

you highkey shouted the verbal equivalent of a keyboard smash with ur roommate and she was all !! oh so this guy cute cute

you were contemplating whether or not to sneakily ask donghyuk for his name but you were worried bc hyuk has,, crazy sense when it comes to reading people and seeing through their words

and honestly you didn’t want to have to deal with hyuk potentially teasing the shit out of u for having a maybe crush on his roommate whom u’d just met

so you just beat your pillow sleep on it after your roommate reminds you it’s getting late and no life decisions should be made after 12am!! live by it

you wake up craving jjajangmyeon but alas if you were to get any satisfaction of that kind of hunger, it was going to have to wait because

~~ we love ~~ packed schedules ~~ in this house ~~

i hopes the sarcasm was noted in that previous sentence bc now u wish for life to cease

4 weeks into the semester and you were drowning in the midst of reports and lab pracs and content and revision

you were ready to ascend to the next life with only regret and an ability to vaguely explain the properties of a prokaryotic cell and endosymbiosis

but honestly donghyuk’s been a big help throughout the past month

your only friend in classes

official study buddy

2am revision session consultant

personal older brother bc he claimed you as his adoptive sister

another reason your roommate told you to go to bed was bc you literally have

a tutorial class + 2 consecutive 1.5 hour lectures + a 3 hour lab class to finish your day off

with no break for lunch in between :’((

looks like you’ll be starving through your library study session with dy/n

but oop

you find that dy/n had stayed up long after you’d fallen asleep writing her essay 

leaving your dorm feeling a twinge of guilt that u might have distracted her from focusing on her work to listen to your rambles and kept her up later than she should have been

but a text from her in the afternoon reassures u that honestly she wasn’t even planning to write that essay and The Feels™ had just hit her last night and that she made it to class

you: oh PHEW that’s good

you: sorry i didn’t wake you up on my way out, u looked so peaceful i couldn’t bear to disturb

dy/n 🦁: dw dw it’s all g i made it n e way

dy/n 🦁: also is it cool if my friend and his friend comes to the study sesh as well we have to go through some lecture content

you: ah yes don’t see why not :)) i’ll probs have my earphones in the entire time anyways lmao won’t affect me

but will it

“who u texting in the middle of diffusion” cue hyuk peering over at the phone you’re hiding in your lap

you click your tongue at him and lock your phone, “someone twice the man you’ll ever be”

he gasps in mock horror like he’d just witnessed a murder as quietly as he can ,,

“you’re texting a guy? in the middle of diffusion?”

“no. my roommate lmao”

“and what? is it me or your roomma—”

“—my roommate” you glance back up at the prof without looking at him

“ouch”

“you dare?”

“if i don’t dare, who will”

and due to this exchange, you miss the osmosis slide

“ah shit what was osmosis again”

“lmfao what makes u think i know that”

(pause)

“isn't it just.. net movement of free water molecules from an area of high concentration to an area of low concentration”

sorry my bio neural pathways are being excited again after being revisited for the first time in two years

/stares at him/ “why was that infuriating to hear from u”

after class you prepare to head to your dreaded 3-hour lab class you have with donghyuk but he stands up and stares into the void blankly

“where am i going”

“where do u think”

“oh, hell, most likely”

you scoff at the accuracy and drag him out of the lecture hall

you look at donghyuk and he’s visibly resisting the urge to poke your cheek when he first puts on his gloves

“what’s with you today”

he stares at his hands forlornly, “idk ask that to my timetable”

“week 4 got u dead huh”

he glances at you with a frown, “don’t act like u’re not dying too”

“damn. touché”

to your dismay, the lab class runs later than scheduled and you get out of it 20 minutes after it was meant to finish but luckily it’s your last class

with a quick goodbye to donghyuk and a text letting dy/n know you were going to be a lil late, u stop by ur dorm to pick up ur textbook before rushing to the library

you were highkey exhausted and just. famished by that point

but a promise is a promise and you weren’t going to back out of one now

especially when you felt like you owed your roommate one and it was you who originally suggested a library session

so you get to the library, bag strap slung over your shoulder, checking the photo of the seats dy/n had saved for you in the library

highkey getting lost once or twice but you manage

you get to the general area and spot dy/n sitting at a four-seater (wow how’d they get that) but you

freeze when you see who’s sitting next to her

it’s ??

????????

????????????????

/error 404/

????????????????

????????

ur heart goes into panic mode bc

it’s not even kidding it’s donghyuk’s roommate

and despite ur brain short-circuiting

you manage to remember that dy/n had said that mentioned her friend’s.. roommate.. also coming along..

and if her friend was donghyuk’s.. roommate..

you: :                             )

you: oh my god they were roommates

and speak of the devil

“oh hey fancy seeing u here”

you turn around and it’s donghyuk legit chills right there

you barely reply a “hi”

“i thought u were going to ur dorm for dinner”

“ah yeah—no i’m.. gonna go over some.. diffusion”

“oii! over here dude” his roommate whisper-yells out at donghyuk

dy/n waves at you “heYY my/n”

donghyuk waves and turns back to you “welp i’m gonna join a study group.. you could join if you came alone? i’m sure they won’t mind”

“about that”

“u waiting for someone?”

“i’m going over there too”

“what?”

he glances over at the table and then back to you

“that’s my roommate. right there next to your roommate”

you point her out and then donghyuk’s jaw drops

“what the fUC—” and you both. burst iinto laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation

like ?? how???

“wOW r u KIDDING”

“HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN”

“talk about a coincidence.. oh my god my cheekbones hurt” he says as he clutches his side

so you get to the table and dy/n tries to introduce u to donghyuk’s roommate

“mark, this is my/n, my/n this is mark”

ah yes so mark is his name, you think

cute name for a cute boi

“nice to meet you again, mark”

dy/n: “?? again?”

mark gives u a rlly wide smile “yeah we’ve met. hi my/n”

you swear you’ve never had your heart flutter like this

fdksoafjadgioarigilf

then mark introduces dy/n to donghyuk and they start talking about how they’re your legal guardian and telling the other to “get in line”

leaving you in middle like “ok mum and dad” but also thinking back to when donghyuk was highkey flirting with you,, and now how he’s flirting with dy/n ,, oh dude he’s flirting

and highkey ,,, you don’t have any hard feelings about it ,, you know she’s also got this kind of humour code and she’s far more comfortable with meeting new people

until dy/n jokes about custody rules and donghyuk replies with “who says we’re split”

ok mum and dad

n e ways you came to study and study you will

so you settle down and go through your notes for the day

albeit being a lil distracted by mark who sits right across from you somehow, somewhy,,

somewhy should be a word you can’t tell me how to english

you keep wanting to steal glances at him but you have to physically restrain yourself from doing so

and also donghyuk who keeps poking u under the table and texting u even though he’s right next to you

💩hyuk: bro

💩hyuk: bro

💩hyuk: bro

💩hyuk: bro

💩hyuk: bro

you: wHAT

💩hyuk: nvm lol

you: im boutta slap u. give me my pen back i saw that

💩hyuk: damn

💩hyuk: also r u hungry

you: terribly

you: why

💩hyuk: does ur roommate have any allergies

you: not that i know of

you: again

you: why

you: u buyin?

💩hyuk: 🤡<- you

💩hyuk: 🤡, how do you feel about dinner

you: invalid question. no variable answer

💩hyuk: alright, 🤡. im not buying for u

you glower at him but he isn’t looking at u,, he leans back and laments about how he’s craving chinese food

did he read your damn mind how did he know

and apparently he’s read dy/n’s mind too at how she jumps up at the mention of chinese and agrees profusely

so you find yourself abandoning your studies for the rest of the night and in a restaurant lmfao

“chill,, guys,,, jjajang is fine”

rock paper scissors for the cheque ends in mark’s tears

“no it’s ok. i’m ok it’s our first meeting as a fateful group and it makes sense! for me to pay”

after you satisfy your cravings the boys walk dy/n and you back to your dorm

mark tells dy/n to give him her bag for him to carry and while she practically gives it up to him, he has to insist that he’ll carry yours too

to which you’re like omg no it’s fine i can carry it it’s not that heavy i swear—

until donghyuk takes ur bag off ur shoulder and passes it to mark

because of the narrow path, you’re forced to walk in pairs and you end up walking next to donghyuk who makes happy sounds about how good that food was and how priceless mark’s face was when he lost rock paper scissors

then dy/n takes the initiative to make a group chat for you four,, asking for donghyuk’s number to add

you give her a look like damn gurl but you have no idea if she saw or if she just ignored you on purpose lmfao

also donghyuk looked way too happy afterwards

either way you slapped her when you got back to the dorm like “SINCE WHEN WERE YOU SO ?? BRAVE?”

dy/n: um

dy/n: honey

dy/n: have you met me

and thus the chaos of a group chat was born and just like a real child, you spent hours on it

dy/n 🦁: ok we inside

you: thanks for dinner again mark!

💩hyuk: he says you’re welcome

💩hyuk: i say we “accidentally” lose our purses next time we go out

you: nah you’re paying next

💩hyuk: y

💩hyuk: y, 🤡

dy/n 🦁: yes y, 🤡

dy/n 🦁: HAHAH WHY IS SHE 🤡

💩hyuk: i thought you of all people would know

dy/n 🦁: why is she just as dumb in class as she is in the dorm?

💩hyuk: i knew it

dy/n 🦁: she poured too much hot water into her tea the other day it overflowed and spilt onto her foot

mark: oh no were u okay

💩hyuk: looks like you’re gonna have to study osomsis

💩hyuk: osmoiss

💩hyuk: fuck

you: yes i’m okay it wasn’t that hot i had socks on too

💩hyuk: osmosis

dy/n 🦁: avoided tragedy luckily

💩hyuk: finally

you: there is a reason you’re saved as 💩hyuk on my phone

dy/n 🦁: HAAHAHAHAHHAHAH

seriously you just don’t know just how much this group was going to mean to you yet

click here to meet your soulmate, paediatrics!donghyuk!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

shoot me an ask if you’d like to be tagged in future parts!

[secondhand-trash]

It’s 2am and I’m having thoughts but this might get rambly and long so I’m gonna put a read more here just scroll past if you don’t want to listen to me talk about blog things and writing philosophies etc lmao

Occasionally I think back to when I first started posting for real on this blog which should be around late February 2019 and how much purer I viewed this whole “tumblr” thing as. I made this blog sometime around 2015/2016 and I was only on here to read other people’s writing, I didn’t think for a second that I would end up posting my own shit because it was a time when I wasn’t writing at all.

I remembered how excited I was to get my first request ever around two years later and to have people send me asks (I say this liberally, I got like maybe two asks for those dozen ask games I reblogged lmao). I stopped writing for another two years after absolutely hating this thing I wrote for a request because it just sucked so much and made me feel like I couldn’t do this thing at all. Fast forward another two years and I posted what I would now regard as my “first decent fic” which was actually another request (if I think of it now, I got that one purely because it was a super new fandom at the time and little to know people wrote for it). I don’t think I’ve ever been as genuinely happy and excited as I had the next morning after posting to see that “99+” notif next to the tumblr icon because I really wasn’t expecting any notes at all. My last few fics got around 50 and I already thought it’s so much.

I still had little followers back then, by the way. It’s been 2-3 years since I posted for real and I had a little less than 100? Most of them followed because I was writing for a big fandom for the first time since I joined tumblr. But then I stopped writing for a few months after that because I just wasn’t inspired and there was fandom drama at that time. Later that year I wrote for a few other fandoms briefly and started writing for bnha in October (actually tmr would be like, my one year of being a real, active writing blog that doesn’t stop posting for several months at a time lmao).

It was kinda shocking that I did end up being in the fandom for a whole year tbh, I don’t think I’ve ever wrote for the same show for more than a month before getting bored the past few years. I also started actually talking to people and having followers etcetc.

If you look at it like this, tbh I have never really “blown up”? If you compare my growth rate just in follower count I gained very slowly but steadily (and a small chunk of ppl who follows me are from way before when I wrote for other fandoms hnnn I’m sorry if you’re reading this btw). Sometimes i think about it ngl, because everyone I know seem to have start later but get more interaction and gained faster. But then it’s like, this is the most successful any of my online endeavours had been? lmao because I’ve had many social media accounts that absolutely flopped in every shape or form. So it feels so silly that I would care about these things that shouldn’t have mattered at all since this is already way better than anything I have ever expected to come out of that one random idea I had in my head.

I’ll have to be very honest and say this whole string of thought have a lot to do with how I was really beaten up over how little interaction majority of my kinktober fics had been doing which I know, I know 100 or 200 is actually already a lot but it got me thinking about how differently I treat this whole thing I’m doing before or now when I wouldn’t shut up about that 100 notes I got a year ago?

I don’t... really like the way I’m treating this thing more and more “seriously” ngl. I don’t want to think about when to post to get more interaction or what to write that people will like better or why so and so seems to get more notes than me or who and who is also doing xyz. It feels like I’m managing this whole thing at some point and then when I was really running low on motivation to finish the 2 fics I had left, I was genuinely terrified that I had the thought of “what’s the point if this and the rest of the ones I already finished up are gonna flop anyways”. Like, no???? This was not supposed to be about that??? I write because writing makes me happy and it makes me wonder if I had gotten so used to posting like it’s some sort of business model that the same adrenaline and satisfaction of writing can be override?

It really got me thinking about what this is to me right now and what I want it to be, and I think that I like it better when this is just some cool thing I want to try out and see if there might be people who vibe with it. I kinda miss it when I get so hyped every time I join a new fandom after disappearing for months thinking I would get dust but still have people who did not know me at all just read my things lmao I think I used to regard everything much more simpler? And it seemed like everyone was also doing it because it’s fun too and how to know more people how to get notes what to do so people would actually see your stuff wasn’t much of a concern.

Idk, idk why I’m saying all of this but I just really want to get it out there somehow? I don’t even know if any of the above makes sense or sound coherent tbh. I think being able to say it can be like, my first step of going back to my old mentality and really just do this because it makes me feel good instead of worrying about my blog dying because I don’t post several times every week lmao

[trenchcoatkitten]

So I’ve been reading Temperature of the Heart, and you’ve mentioned how you have the whole thing written already. Can you describe what that’s like? What’s your writing process? How long does it take for you to write everything start to finish? Do you plan it all out or just kind of wing it? How long do you sit in an idea before you start?? Sorry about all the questions, I’m just so curious >_

bro!!! are you sure i will scream about writing for days omg

first of all THANK YOU its so freaking cool that you came to ask your questions and that you like my writing, im still sort of getting used to my writing not just being garbage that i read in the dark at 2am and never share with anybody, and i am always excited to answer questions waaaah 

(THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG I APOLOGIZE IM PUTTING A READING BREAK IN CAUSE I WENT OFF BRO, IM THE WOOOOORST) 

my process is pretty weird, it’s kind of all over the place? I’m kind of a halfway planner halfway pantser. I have an idea and usually make some disjointed notes about character and the main idea, in my phone or maybe on a google doc, and then a pinterest board maybe? Something to get excited about, a visualization. I ALWAYS tell myself im going to make an outline first and then i ALWAYS just jump right into writing because I’m too excited/impatient to wait. give me words on a page. give me dialogue. 

Usually when I’m a little bit into the project, when i know that I’m not going to abandon it to the depths off where my WIPs go to die (rip like literally over 300 individual and unique works, this is NOT an exaggeration, you should see my document bank its gross) Ill say “ok fuck you sami its time to actually know where you’re going” and I’ll sit down and make the grossest outline you have EVER seen. like im talking, my outlines are littered with memes, me yelling at myself, actual stuff thats going to end up in the final project, and just general random garbage? its so gross. Ive literally only showed one of my outlines to one person ever (hi akira!) bc im super self conscious of them and hate the way that i write them. making an outline usually sucks up an entire day of writing. they’re pages and pages because some parts will be INCREDIBLY specific and other parts will be so vague you dont even know

From there, when im done with my garbage outline, (after going back through what I’ve written and fixing the shit that was just me going off like a psycho) I usually start writing in earnest. I’ll highlight the parts of the outline that I’ve done and I’ll go back and check it often to make sure im following through on my plans and the character arcs and such, making sure that everything ties in and such. This section is me like. every day getting home from work or whatever and sitting down at the computer and not moving until 2am, this is the section where i forget to eat and I dont sleep enough and i forget to drink water or take my vitamins and I do word sprints with myself and have days where I write 10 thousand words in one sitting. (very not healthy and also terrible i do NOT recommend) this is the section where I’ll handwrite anything i can in the back of classes and at rehearsals because im pouring out words.

during this section I go back and edit ENDLESSLY. i cannot write something and just let it be. I go back to the section I wrote the night before, I go back to the section I just wrote, i go back to the very beginning. I generally dont have to do 1st 2nd 3rd draft this way, but it is much more time consuming as Im just writing. i dont know if i reccommend this its a MESS

THeN once i finish writing the whole thing, i sit down and reread/edit the whole thing once through. this makes sure i have good flow, the paragraphs go together well, the prose feels right to me, timelines make sense. during this time i make ENDLESS paper notes with calendars, section notes, additions, drabbles, thoughts about my own shit. i have notebooks full of just garbage. im not kidding. full notebooks. 

Once I finish that read/edit through I’m usually happy. only once something is completely finished will I consider posting. I go back too much, I add shit, I can’t let go of shit, not until it’s done. While I’m posting - I go through the chapter I’m going to post with a fine tooth comb, try to catch any tiny little mistake, add words here and there, but never change anything large if I can help it. Then i format it on Ao3 (this is literal hell, fuck the HTML editor it wants me to die) and then post it. Deciding to post a chapter to actually hitting ‘post’ usually takes me 1-4 hours, depending on the length, the difficulty of formatting, and how many goddamn links i wanna put in the chapter notes cause im the worst~ (insert jean ralphio voice) 

~~~

LISTEN im probably super extra but I’ve been writing since I was in sixth grade (thats twelve years! time is an enigma and i hate it!) and so I have a bit of practice, i have a bit of experience and while I’m not the best me that I can be, I KNOW myself, and this is just what works best for me. 

As for timing - it depends on the length of the project and how motivated I am. It took me about a month to write Royal (~50k), just a little over a month to write All Might’s All Night Shop Stop (~75k), and just about two months to write Temperature of the Heart (~115k). I try to post every few days, because as a person I hate waiting and I don’t want to do that to my readers! 

~~~

As for the ‘how long do i sit on an idea before writing it’ it really depends. Some things I will receive inspiration or a sliver of an idea and start writing it in the next ten minutes, even if I have to stop working on something I’m already working on, because that was Brain Has Decided. Sometimes I will consider an idea for like. months before actually doing it. I’ve had the idea for FBoW (the newest thing im working on oops? have i told anybody about this NO cause that will make it REAL) since before I started Royal, which was like. Last november. But I just couldnt quite do it for some reason, and it wasn’t pressing. My brain is super broken, and a lot of times I get sick over ideas. I can’t sleep or eat until I’ve written, and I will repeat phrases to myself until i can get them out of my head by writing them down. (Sometimes this is something nice or poetic - “The golden hour lights up the whole world, wiggling its fingers into every nook and cranny, lighting up two people lounging on a bench-swing, someone leaned onto porch stairs with a mug of tea, the space between those walking down a dirt road, a couple of dogs laid out on the deck.” and other times its literally “Ranch Fiddlesticks.” I’m not kidding. i have a note in my phone that says ranch fiddlesticks because I was actually going to Die if i didnt write it down.)

I do wish my brain didn’t do this - but I guess it makes some fun art, doesn’t it? 

WOW OKAY THIS WAS SO LONG im so sorry jesus christ. SOrry i will ALWAYS go off about my process and what it’s like to write. Writing is so so important to me, I LOVE it with every tiny atom of my weak, alcohol-infused, overworked heart. Despite how scary it is sometimes I am very glad to be sharing my work with the world, seeing peoples’ reactions and hearing things about my words, hearing how this little picture in my mind has gone into yours. 

okay jfc im done now im so sorry. thank you again and again and again, a thousand times over, for reading my work and enjoying the worlds that i enjoy building. It makes me feel like I’m worth it. It makes me feel like I’m doing something good. 

ily :’)

[ssadumba55]

Deal (Sirius Black X Fem!Reader)

Request: hi, can you write an imagine of young!sirius x ravenclaw!reader where the boys challenge him to sleep with her because she is known for never dating anyone but before he even get to kiss her she discovers the plan? after she finds this out she could hold this and say that she would pretend they did *that* (because the marauders would tease the shit out of sirius if he didn’t) if he stopped being a womanizer. BUT, he ends up falling for her... <3

 A/N: I hope this is what you were hoping for! I promise the other requests will be done soon! I just finished writing this though and it’s 2am so they won’t be done until later unfortunately. Enjoy!

It all started with a dare. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter had been playing their (mainly Sirius and James’) favourite game, truth or dare. Somehow the topic of (Y/n) (L/n) came up. She was a Ravenclaw in the year below them. Everyone knew her. Guys had been trying to go out with her for years but to no avail. You refused to go out with anyone and nobody knew why.

“I could get her to fall for me.” Sirius puffed his chest out, confidently and James laughed.

“Yeah right, Padfoot. The day (Y/n) (L/n) ends up with someone is the day Wormtail finally grows balls. Er, no offense Peter.” He added quickly to which the smaller boy shrugged and Remus rolled his eyes in disgust.

“What if the reason she constantly says no is to avoid weirdos like you?” Remus asked, eyeing Sirius’ confident stance. The raven haired boy waved his hand, as if swatting a small pesky fly out of his way.

“Please, Moony. No girl has ever been able to resist this.” He gestured to himself and Remus crossed his arms.

“Lily Evans.”

“She’s practically married to Snivellus.”

“Molly Prewett.”

“Probably a lesbian.”

“I saw her snogging Arthur Weasley last week?”

“Well, she’s not into my type anyway.”

“Bellatrix?” James wriggled his eyebrows and Sirius feigned vomiting.

“She’s my cousin, Prongs. You freak.” He tossed a pillow which James expertly dodged, rolling over onto his stomach atop his bed.

“Fine, Padfoot. I’ll give you 2 months to woo (Y/n), not only woo her. But sleep with her as well. If you do it, Moony will do your homework for a year.” He smirked. Remus scoffed.

“I will not! Don’t make me a part of this, Prongs.” The werewolf narrowed his eyes but James ignored him.

“And if you lose, you have to stand on top of the Gryffindor table and proclaim your love for your cousin for the whole Great Hall to hear at breakfast.” He smugly grinned, holding his hand out for a shake. Sirius rolled his eyes, smirking slightly. This was going to be a walk in the park.

“Deal.” He gripped James’ hand in his own, shaking hard. Two months was plenty of time.

~

It turned out getting close to (Y/n) was a lot harder than Sirius originally thought it was going to be. For one, she didn’t spend much time outside of the Ravenclaw common room besides meal times and class time. For another, the rare times he did speak with her, she was really shy and quiet. A type of girl Sirius wasn’t really used to interacting with.

The harder it was to speak with her though, the more determined Sirius became. He needed to win this dare. His pride was on the line!

One day, while (Y/n) was hurrying from Defence Against the Dark Arts to the Ravenclaw common room once more, Sirius realized that this might be his only chance. Quietly he murmured a spell under his breath, wand pointed directly at the bag slung across her shoulder.

All of her books and quills came spilling out, causing her to panic and bend down to pick them up. Immediately, Sirius swooped in to help clean up the mess he had caused, giving him a chance to finally talk to the mysterious girl.

“Hey, your name is (Y/n) right?” He asked, tilting his head. She nodded as she finished picking up the last of her books. He smiled softly, handing her the ones he’d picked up.

“How’d you know that?” She asked softly, voice barely above a whisper. Her quiet tone was one of the many things Sirius couldn’t quite understand about her.

“I... I’ve been meaning to talk to you. Astronomy tower tonight?” He asked innocently and she eyed him, clearly slightly suspicious of something. She nodded slowly.

As she walked away from Sirius, she felt her palms sweat slightly. She knew she wasn’t supposed to, she’d probably get in trouble. But she’d always been fascinated by Sirius Black and this was her only chance to talk to him. How bad could it be?

~

Turns out, really bad. Somewhere deep down she’d known that there would’ve been no way Sirius Black would want to talk to her without an ulterior motive, but she’d been hoping. Remus Lupin had caught her on her way to the tower and confessed the whole story of the dare. She felt hot tears threatening to fall, but she wasn’t going to just sit by. She had to confront Sirius about it. The climb up the Astronomy tower felt so long, she dreaded every second.

Finally, when she reached the top, she took a deep breath.

“I know about your stupid game, Black. You can’t fool me. I promise, I won’t ruin it... Tell Potter and Pettigrew we had the time of our lives if that’ll make you happy and impress them. But please, don’t talk to me again. I can’t believe I almost fell for your dumb womanizer tricks.” Her voice rang louder than it normally did, with a small hint of hysteria added to it.

Sirius was speechless. He opened his mouth to respond but she shook her head.

“Just leave me alone.” She turned on her heel, hurrying back down the staircase as tears threatened to fall. As she crawled into bed, her last thought before she fell asleep was that she needed to stop trusting guys she barely knew.

~ “I have a crush on Bellatrix, my sweet, precious cousin. We’ve been having a secret love affair for months and I can’t bear to keep it hidden any longer! I don’t care if nobody else thinks it’s right. We love each other and isn’t that all that matters?” Sirius stood atop the Gryffindor table, dramatically soliloquizing his fake relationship with his cousin, who sat at the Slytherin table. Her face was beet red and she was slouching more than she usually did.

At the staff table, the teachers watched with expressions mingled between disgust and amusement. Everyone could tell by the way James Potter was howling with laughter, that everything Sirius was saying was the result of a prank. However, that didn’t make Bellatrix feel any better about it.

(Y/n) giggled from the Ravenclaw table. As breakfast came to an end, Sirius hurried over and offered to escort her to Potions, her first period class.

“Why didn’t you just tell them we did it? It would’ve saved you the embarrassment.” She asked softly as he walked beside her. He grinned.

“And miss the chance to embarrass my dear cousin? Plus... I thought about what you said last night and... I’m sorry for using my ‘dumb womanizer tricks’ on you. It must’ve felt like you were the butt of a very horrible joke and I feel terrible.” He explained. She looked down at her feet.

“But I’ll make it up to you. It’s Hogsmeade weekend this weekend and I could use someone to spend time with. Moony is kind of boring and Prongs will just be stalking Evans. What do you say?” He asked, nudging her slightly. She hesitated.

“Will I have to worry about you getting bored of me... I don’t know if I can trust you...” She explained worriedly but Sirius waved his hand, an aura of confidence exuding from him.

“No more womanizing for me. I promise. Just for you.”

She smiled as the bell rang, signalling the beginning of class.

“See you this weekend then.” She giggled and kissed his cheek, before hurrying off before she was late to class. Sirius watched her go, smiling slightly.

She was definitely worth giving up everything for.

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Barely Human| Kim Namjoon.

Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst.

Warning: None?

Concept: Worn out and frustrated, namjoon finds himself trusting a bartender he just met, getting himself into a little bit of a pickle.

A/N: This took me so long to write, and I’m proud of it. I will add the ‘read more’ option when I get on my laptop later.

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“I’ll take another shot,” Namjoon tossed his glass across the bar, the single bartender catching it in the curve of his hand.

“Rough night?” The man asked, lifting a brow.

“Hah, you could say that,” He grumbled, rubbing his face.

It was the last night in America. They had been on a press tour, discussing their upcoming album, and how it tied into the rest of their concept. It had been amazing with all the place they had gotten to see, and the American ARMY’s that they would have never met, if it hadn’t been for the publicity they were trying to get. He was beyond grateful, but the fatigue of barely sleeping, and constantly writing for their new album, he was unbelievably irritable and overly tired.

He was almost always level headed, and was usually the one to keep everyone in line. He was the leader after all, that was his job, and he did it well, a real overachiever. So, when he exploded tonight on yoongi, of all people, he knew he had to get out and get some air, or in this case, some whiskey. It was stupid, really, he left the hotel without any security or telling anyone where he was going to go. His phone was blowing up, mostly calls and texts from the other members, but the worst of them being from the managers. He knew he would be in a world of hurt when he got back, but right now, he couldn’t care less.

It was his third shot, and his sorrows still sat at the bottom of the glass, tempting him to drown them with the only warmth he could find. He was so deep in his own self deprecation that he hadn’t even heard the front door open, but he did feel the gush of cold that swirled around the lonely bar room, greeting his turned back with chills. He didn’t bother to turn around, it was probably best that no one saw him anyways.

He felt like hours had passed while he had his head down. He could hear a faint female voice coming from behind the bar, and the male bartender was saying his goodbyes to her, thanking her for coming in on such short notice. Joon finally sat up, his eyes fighting to crack open. The lighting was dim, but the alcohol had already started to fill up his eyes, blurring his vision.

“Hey there, stanger,” you said softly, walking across the back of the bar, a towel dragging over the used wood, and water rings from drinks left too long, “I thought we might have lost you to the daniels,” you grabbed his empty glass, dropping it in the sink.

“Hey,” he dragged out the word, as if it were more than a four letter word.

“Hey to you too,” you laughed softly, walking over to the taps. You poured him some water, and a small amount of ice.

“What if I wasn’t done drinking?” He tried to straighten his back, as if he was attempting to prove his sobriety.

“I’ve done this job for long enough to know when someone has had enough,” You set down his water, leaning over the counter to cup your chin in your hand, resting your elbow against the rag you left out.

“You don’t know me,” he challenged, leaning the same way you did, trying to mimic your actions, hoping to annoy you a little.

He was taken back when laughter fluttered from your chest. His eyes widened slightly, now leaning in so he could be a little closer to you. His vision had finally started to come back, and he could really see your face. You were gorgeous, and it wasn’t something that was lost on you. He could tell you knew you were attractive, but you never used it as an advantage. You tried to downplay the way your face expanded when you smiled, or the way your eyes almost closed when you laughed. You wore your emotions so clearly on your face, a raw human being, unafraid to unapologetically be yourself.

“So, sorrow boy. What are you trying to numb?” You asked, nudging the water towards him.

He took the hint that you wanted him to actually drink it, and in his crusade to get you to like him, he took a sip of the water. He looked up to you, his lips tugging to one side, morphing into a lopsided smile. He tried to clear his throat, not that anything was stuck, except for his words.

“You don’t have to tell me,” you started to pull away, dragging the cloth away, but Namjoon was quick to grab your wrist. It was a gentle, but urgent gesture.

“Oh shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to grab you like that,” he immediately started to apologize, and never once trying to justify his actions, but was truly apologetic.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his ears that had been peeking from the messy brunette tendrils started to turn a shade of red. Your heart melted in your chest a little, he was completely appalled at what he had done.

“Hey,” You reached over, patting the top of his hand, “It’s okay. I know what you meant, you don’t have to be sorry.”

He looked at you, an unknown emotion washed over his face for a moment, but as quickly as it came, it faded. He took a deep breath, and nodded, his hair shaking from the motion.

“Do you really want to know why I’m here?” He inquired, unsure of your motives.

“If I didn’t want to know, I promise you, I wouldn’t have asked,” you settled back into your resting position. You prodded him on with questioning eyes.

He nibbles on the inside of his cheek, contemplating whether or not he should tell you. It wasn’t like he’d ever see you again after tonight, and what would be the harm in finally being able to talk about what’s going on in his life.

“I work in the music industry,” he admitted - believing you had not idea who he was, because why else would you actually treat him like just another person, “and the group I’m apart of has been doing a lot of press, while finishing up an album. Not only that, but I’m the person everyone goes to. I don’t mind it, I do love my members, they’re like brothers, but we’re all getting worn out. Everything we do is always being watched, whether it’s our vacations being broadcasted, or us doing live streams for the fans. I can’t even go out to get coffee in the morning without a full security team, because our fans can be… unpredictable at times. I feel like I’m living in a cage, watching the world around me go by. I don’t know who I am outside of the personified version of myself that I try to sell to everyone,” He exhaled loudly, as if a physical weight had been brought off his shoulders.

“It sounds like you have everything,” you said, watching him immediately deflate, thinking you didn’t understand what he was trying to explain, “but, you’re not really living. You’re not enjoying life, because you’re running on low all the time. Your mind and body never has time to adjust,” you have all but climbed over the bar and sat in his lap, you two were close enough to each other that you swore he could feel your breath against his cheeks.

“I feel like I’m a robot on autopilot. Most days, I feel barely human,” his eyes fell, looking at the bottom of his water, rolling the glass between his palms.

You didn’t know this boy, you didn’t know his life or to what extent his problems branched, but for tonight, you wanted to erase them. You pulled away from the conversation, NamJoon’s head snapped up, the fear in his eyes was evident. He was afraid he had scared you off, or that you didn’t actually care for his problems.

“Come on. I’m closing up early, I want to take you somewhere,” you began the closing ritual, but made it as quick as possible.

You put the money from the till into the safe, which was in the back office. You went down the line, turning off all the lines that led to the taps. You could feel his gaze on your back as you moved about, switching off the lights.

“What if someone tries to come in?” He asked, a little bit of worry dripping from his question.

“Ah, yes. The busy hours between 2am and 4am,” you teased, glancing over your shoulder.

He caught your eyes immediately, that same goofy lopsided smile had founds its way back on to his lips. You bit the inside of your cheek, turning away to finish up what you had been doing. What had you been doing? You had completely lost track of what you were in the process of, he really made your mind go blank.

“Let’s go,” you closed the register with your hips as you walked by, the small door to the back of the bar swinging behind you.

Joon stepped off his stool, keeping a firm hold on the metal that separated him and the bar. You giggled to yourself, usually you found drunk guys to be rather annoying, but he was sweet, and clumsy. You took a step towards him, offering him your hand. He stared at it for a moment, as if your fingers had transformed into man eating snakes.

“I don’t have cooties, I swear,” grabbing his hand anyways, pulling him out of the door, the chairs taking a rather tipsy beating as his feet stumbled over themselves, crashing into the furniture.

“First of all, we’ve got to get some food in you, and sober you up.”

He didn’t disagree, partly because he was starving, but mostly because he was afraid this was all a drunken dream, and that he was bound to wake up at any moment.

“How did you find this place? Especially since it seems that you’re extremely recognizable,” you wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting him lean some of his weight on you. You hadn’t truly realized his height until now, which somehow made this so much more adorable.

“I just started walking, honestly. There is something freeing about getting out of a place that has four walls,” he lean his cheek on the top of your head.

“And sometimes you need those four walls to protect you,” you reached up, gently wrapping your hand around his fingers, which were dangling over your shoulder.

“It sounds like you may have the same kind of mind as me,” he paused for a moment, “And I’m sorry for that,” you could hear the sadness rounding out the corners of his slowly sobering speech.

The rest of the walk down the street to the only hotdog stand open, was quietly, except for the soft pitter patter of both your feet tapping against the pavement. He never moved his head, but his fingers played with yours, absentmindedly. The man standing with the cart smiled towards the both of you.

“Hungry love birds tonight?” He chirped, getting some buns ready for your order.

Namjoon went to open his mouth, but you nudged him, and he quickly closed his lips, burying his nose in your hair. His shyness was starting to make another appearance.

“Two dogs, fully loaded, and two water bottles,” you reached into your pocket, pulling out some money that had been through the wash too many times, and it smelled of detergent.

You two exchanged money and hotdogs, while Namjoon walked slowly over to the bench. You watched from your spot, making sure he didn’t stumble over his intoxicated limbs. He plopped down, with a loud push of air leaving his chest. You walked over to him, two water bottles under your arms, and the hot dogs in your hands. You sat beside him, sliding close, so that both your legs touched. He took a water and hot dog, leaving one of your arms free.

“Thank you,” He said between hurried bites.

“Man, you really were hungry,” you laughed, taking a sip of your water.

He looked down to hide his shy smile, “Yeah… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t eat so fast,” he slowed down his bites.

“You don’t have to apologize, you’ve done nothing wrong,” you patted his knee.

“Has anyone ever told you how comforting you are?” He asked, after taking a sip of water.

Now it was your turn to blush, “A couple times, but it’s hard to believe, only because believing good things about yourself is much harder than it should be,” you shrugged, crumpling up the little paper that was holding your hotdog.

“I know exactly what you mean.” He grabbed both of your trash and stood up, clearly gaining some of balance back.

“Thank you,” you said softly, watching him walk. His long legs striding across the sidewalk.

You stood up when he walked back over to you, and he reached out, draping his arm around your shoulder, but this time it was just to have you a little closer to him. You looked up at him, catching his profile. His long neck, meeting the angular curve of his jaw. You were mesmerized by him, feeling as if you were the one who had drank all that Jack Daniels. You hadn’t even noticed that there was a group of girls following pretty far behind you, but joon had. He picked up his pace a little, turning his head to look down at you.

“There are some girls following us, and I can’t have them seeing your face, I don’t want you caught up in my life,” He was serious, and you really just started to realize how well known this guy may be.

“How fast can you run?” You asked without moving your head to look at him.

“I mean… not that fast,” he admitted, which would have been slightly endearing if it weren’t for the gaggle of girls following you.

“I’m going to need you to run as fast as you can, and don’t let go of my hand, got it?”

He nodded, wordlessly agreeing to your plan. In all honesty, you could have been working with them. You could trap him in a corner or hurt him somehow. He didn’t know you, and here he was trusting you. This brought a whole new meaning to blind trust. He dropped his arm from around your shoulders, and you found his fingers, tangling them with yours. You glanced over at him, and he was already looking at you. You couldn’t help the smile that snuck onto your lips.

“Go!” You yelled, taking off with him slightly behind you.

You could hear the girls behind you taking off as well, which pushed your legs faster. Namjoon was following behind you, but tugged on him, and with great effort he picked up his speed. You turned down a street, heading into a suburban area, houses that all looked the same. You could feel him losing momentum around the third block, but you needed one more block from him.

“We’re almost there,” you called back at him, and he groaned, but kept his pace.

The girls were gaining on you, so you had to make a detour, running in between the fences of peoples houses, pulling joon around the trees. You could see the high school just in your view. There was always a broken gate around the back. Unfortunately, for joon it was an extra minute of running. He was panting behind you, and you could also feel your legs giving out. The gate was so close, you reached around little door, opening it from the inside. You shoved it open, yanking joon into the courtyard with you.

“Namjoon! Namjoon!” The girls called out, and if their words were whips, he shuddered away from his own name.

Once you two made it towards the auditorium, you started pushing on all the doors till you found one that was open. You grabbed the front of his shirt, stumbling into one of the locker rooms. You forced the door closed, latching the lock just in time to hear the smack of multiple hands hitting the metal door. You hunched over next to him, both of your breathing heavily.

“Holy shit,” Namjoon had started to laugh between deep breathes.

You looked over at him, and the laughter that was sitting in your chest trickled out slowly. Soon, both of your were laughing hysterically. You both had just out ran a group of fangirls, and broke into a high school. Neither of you could believe what this night was stacking up to be. After a few minutes of falling into each other with giggles, you finally caught your breath, standing up straight.

“This has got to be the boys lockers room,” You crinkled your nose, the stench of unwashed jock straps and sweaty socks filled the air.

“I think you might be right about that. We need to get out of here,” he turned towards the door, but you whipped around, grabbing his hand.

“Wait!” You pulled on him, which made him turn on his heels to look at you.

“What? They should be gone,” his eyebrows sinking to the middle of his forehead.

“Come on, I want to show you something,” you tugged on him, and he followed you. He was starting to think he would follow you anywhere.

“One time you’re going to tell me to follow you, and you’re going to lead me to my death,” he laughed softly, watching you from behind.

You turned your head to look back at him, and in that moment he knew he never wanted to forget your face. He took a mental image of you, and how beautiful you looked under the dim fluorescent lights above the two of you. He’d never forget the way you looked at him, the way you made him feel fully human.

“As long as you hold my hand, I promise I won’t let anything happen to you,” you swore, and you meant it.

His breath caught in his chest, and without a second thought, he knew he’d do anything to keep you safe. You were a stranger to him, he didn’t know your name, he didn’t know your story, or if you were a sister, a girlfriend, a best friend. He didn’t know you, but he wanted to spend a lifetime figuring it out. The echo of a door opening brought him back to reality. He looked around and he was in what looked like a swimming area.

“I used to come here a lot when I was younger. My friends and I would get drunk on really shitty vodka and break in for a swim,” you started to pull off your shirt, tossing it on the ground.

Joon opened his mouth to speak, but choked on his words, coughing. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen a girl take her top off, but you were so nonchalant about it, like you two had been best friends for years, and you were comfortable with him. You lifted a brow, gesturing towards his shirt.

“Do you swim fully clothed?” You asked, cocking a brow up.

He swallowed and started to remove his shirt, while you stripped from your jeans, wiggling your hips. He quickly looked away, his cheeks blazing a deep shade of red. You tossed your head back and laughed.

“You’re so cute,” you walked towards the pool, “but cute won’t get you a kiss,” you looked back at him, diving into the pool.

Suddenly, he felt a fire blaze in his stomach. He practically ripped his pants off, stumbling as the bottom of his jeans clung to his ankles.

“Oh come on,” he cursed, flailing his leg around wildly.

He was finally free of the grip his pants had on him. He almost sprinted to the pool, jumping in haphazardly, his body making a small wave that washed over you. You laughed loudly, as he swam over to you, but you couldn’t let him win that easy. You dove under water, swimming between his legs, popping up behind him.

“Darn, so so close,” you splashed him as he turned around.

“That’s it!” He lurched forward, causing you to squeal.

He captured you in his arm, wrapping his limbs around your waist, but the water lubricated your skin, making it easy for you wiggle free by dunking his head down. You tried your hardest to swim away from him, but his fingers attached to your ankle, pulling you back to him.

“No! No! I’m sorry!” You tried to beg for your freedom, but he got you, and he wasn’t letting you go.

He finally had you pressed against his chest, and this time you didn’t fight him. Instead, you wrapped your legs around him, hanging your arms around the back of his neck. He leaned forward, and for a split second you thought he was going to kiss you, but he placed his forehead against yours.

You both sat in silence, just the sound of water splashing the edge of the pool, and your gentle breathing. He had closed his eyes, but you didn’t dare do the same. You weren’t ready to miss a second of his face. The water had taken off any makeup he might have been wearing and his bare skin was showing. It was the prettiest color of tan you’d ever seen, just enough of a sun kissed glow to make his skin look perfect. You could see the small freckle under his lip, and you had the strongest urge to kiss it.

“You’re looking at me,” he whispered without opening his eyes.

“I don’t want to forget anything about you,” you replied in a hushed voice.

In a flash, his cheeks bloomed into a beautiful hue of pink. You’d been able to see him blush before, but now it was so much more intense, you were so close to him now. His lashes fluttered before he opened his eyes, looking at you.

“The sun's coming up… we should get you back to your group,” you brushed the tip of your nose over his.

“You’re right, even if I don’t want you to be,” he sighed, swallowing back the leftover words that he wanted to say, but never would.

After both of you got dressed, soaking your clothes from the wet undergarments you were both wearing, you had started to walk back the way you came. The sun was painting a masterpiece of orange and reds, you swore that if heaven was real, this is what it would look like. You walked hand in hand, joon swinging your arms lightly. You could see the bar getting closer, and you knew this was coming to an end.

“I wish the sun would never rise,” he confessed, stopping in front of the bar.

You smiled sadly, the corner of your lips never fully reaching your eyes. You placed both your hands on his cheeks, running your thumb over his bottom lip.

“You spend too many hours in the night, you need to take a walk in the sun,” you watched as he placed his hand over yours, leaning his cheek into your palm.

“You do the same,” he turned his head to press his lips into your hand, “can I ask you one thing?” He said, barely loud enough for you to hear, “what’s your na—“

He was cut off by your finger over his lips, you shook your head, “Let’s not do that. If you know my name, than it’ll make it harder.”

He looked at you for a moment, searching your eyes. He didn’t want to say goodbye, he didn’t want this to end, but his plane was leaving in just a few hour and his members were losing their mind, not knowing where he was.

“If you ever find yourself back here, you know where to find me,” you glance at the bar, and smile.

You lean into your toes, and he brings his head down slightly, dropping it lower. You press your lips into his forehead, and he hugs you tightly from around the waist. You can’t bare to stay that way, because you’re starting to wonder what would happen if you didn’t let go, so you had too.

“Goodbye, sorrow boy,” you whispered.

“Goodbye, beautiful girl,” he caressed your cheek, before turning away.

He started to walk away, but when he got to the end of the street, he turned around to see you one last time.

You were already gone.

[cyanidefactory]

Robin Hood

this is a blurb, believe it or not. a very very long blurb. 

might write more if i feel motivated.

just some luke hemmings flirting with his sister’s friend. yup.

smut in the next chapters. none here tho

late at night and luke heard footsteps up the stairs, but he simply ignored it and and cranked his music up higher, not particularly in the mood to be bothered by his little sister. it was 2am and she was just getting home? he rolled his eyes, it wouldn't be the first time he'd catch her sneaking back in. he heard a voice that sounded vaguely like her.. wait. No, he heard her own name being called.

"what the fuck.." he muttered to himself, sitting up from his bed where he was playing on his phone, and pulling the door open. He opened it just in time to see another girl, knocking frantically on his sister's door.

"hey! come on, you gotta be kidding me." she groaned, kicking desperately in hopes of it magically opening from her poor efforts. "fuck." he heard her say under her breath, before turning around and seeing that she was infact, not alone in the dark hallway. "shit!" she cursed again, backing up against the door abruptly. her head hit the wood with a soft bang.

"what the hell are you doing?" luke chuckled, crossing his arms. he leaned on the door frame of his room opposite to her, and it was apparent that he found it all amusing. strange, indeed. but amusing nonetheless

"what am I doing? i was just- wait who are you?" she said incredulously, keeping her back to the wood and looking at him suspiciously.

"I happen to live here. I should ask you that question." he said with a small smile. she looked at him curiously before it settled on her that she could probably guess who he was. "oh. oh! um.. sorry. Mr. Hemmings. er, i mean what? what was your name again?" she muttered, her eyes searching the floor as if it has the answers. she seemed to be talking mostly to herself. "are you drunk?" he laughed, closing the door behind him when he realized just how loud the music was playing. "what? no. I don't think i am. You know what? i'm just gonna go.. crash on the couch or something." she said.

he raised his eyebrows at her, and she just bit her lip, as if having an internal battle on why the hell she was being so vague. "sorry if i woke you.... yeah. I'm gonna go. Bye, Mr. Hemmings, or whatever." she said, looking exhausted. "hey, wait. what the-" he said, more confused than amused now. "Sorry! fuck. this is weird. see you in the morning. Hopefully not in a weird way though. I'm too sleepy for this." she said rushed but slowly at the same time, as if she wanted it to be over but she was too tired to get through with it.

yawning, she shook her head an descended down the stairs. "what?" Luke whispered to himself once again, watching her disappear out of view. He would definitely have to ask his sister about this weird encounter. He could guess it was a friend but she was acting so weird, it only intrigued him more.

he stood there in the dark for a few moments, the muffled music still playing and only adding to his clouded thoughts. he shook his head and went back inside, deciding that it was time for sleep.

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"Luke! honey, get up. breakfast's ready!" his mother's voice echoed in the hall, muffled by the door in between but still loud enough to snap him out of his slumber. he grumbled under his breath, reaching for his phone and checking the time. 9:30am, but still too early.

he suddenly remembered that stranger from last night, 'mr. hemmings' she called him, as if he were a middle aged father of 3. or a mathematics professor. he chuckled to himself at the thought.

climbing out of bed and putting on some pants, he went for breakfast. the voices from the kitchen got louder and clearer as he approached.

"i did not! shut up." he heard his sister laugh.  then he heard that voice, the one cursing at the door in the middle of the night, last night.

"yeah, you did. unfortunately." she said, followed by insults and teasing.

the two girls laughed, and the sound of utensils clinked in the background. he decided then it was a good time to enter the dining room.

"how nice of you to join us, oh graceful one." his sister said dramatically, putting down her fork and raising her hands up in the air to "acknowledge his presence".

"whatever." he said, realizing how low his voice was from just waking up. Evie just rolled her eyes as she sipped her coffee.

"Hello, man i’ve never seen before prior to this moment." the other girl said grandly, buttering her toast carelessly. he looked at her curiously. she didn't seem at all phased by his presence, unlike his sister's other friends.

"what?" luke said, raising an eyebrow at her comment. it seemed to be the only word he could come up with when she was present. she shrugged, taking a bite out of her toast. when Evie didn't look up from her phone to introduce them, she took matters into her own hands.

"hello, i'm Robin. like the bird. or the comic book character. whichever you prefer." she said cheekily, holding her hand out for him to shake. Evie just snickered upon hearing this, as if she's heard it a billion times.

"pleasure." he muttered, still taken aback by her forwardness, despite their weird first impressions last night.

she frowned when he didn't shake her hand, dropping it to her side. he chewed on his lip, plopping down on the chair opposite to her. "sorry, your hand has crumbs on it." he said, not thinking before it left his mouth. she just laughed softly at his words.

"alrighty then." she said, a smile creeping up her lips as if there was never a frown on it. he decided he found it cute how easy it was for her to smile.

"good enough reason. I respect that."

"glad you're up, Luke. tea? or is it coffee now?" his mum said sweetly, looking up from her magazine. he saw Robin nod to herself in the corner of his eye and mouthing 'luke' silently, making him chuckle.  "whichever, mum. thanks." he said, grabbing a bowl and the box of cereal. his mother nodded and he heard her footsteps walking away, followed by the sound of water pouring into a kettle echoing in the kitchen. he yawned, rubbing his eye to try and wake himself up.

"not a morning person?" Robin inquired conversationally, to his dismay. he couldn't tell if her question was genuine or if she intended to tease him for his ragged appearance.

the look in her eyes as she grinned wickedly at him, suggested the latter. he opened his mouth to quip back, but his sister beat him to it.

he didn't want to admit it, but she pretty much took the words right out of his mouth. "i say he's hardly a person at all." she sighed, again, very dramatically. Robin licked the breadcrumbs off her lips, smiling at the two, clearly amused.

"shut up, Evie." he said, clearly not energetic enough to think of anything better to say.

"hey! language!" Robin scolded, putting her hand on her hips and pouting cutely. the sight making him laugh for the first time this morning. "tell that to yourself last night." Luke mumbled, before shoving a spoon of cereal into his mouth as if to shut himself up. he had a bad habit of verbalizing his thoughts without thinking. the worst part was that it almost always sounded dirty, even without meaning to. especially without meaning to. silence followed his words, making it so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Robin's eyes widened, while Evie finally looked up from her phone.

"WAIT, WHAT?" Evie almost screamed, eyebrows furrowed so hard it made Robin burst out laughing

"Rob, explain!" she exclaimed, as Robin only continued to laugh, throwing her head back on the chair and covering her face with her hands. Luke looked around frantically, not knowing whether to apologize for saying what he said, or scold her for making it look worse.

"I thought you said you just crashed on the couch, not on my brother. oh god." she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as if she was repulsed by the thought.

the other girl's laughter died down into giggles, she uncovered her face and it was red as a tomato, and Luke knew the case was the same for him.

Evie, on the other hand, her question still unanswered and confusion still evident on her face, just rolled her eyes and scrunched her nose in disgust. "Jesus, Rob. not my brother for fuck's sake." she said. Robin just chuckled at her words, her eyes meeting Luke's.

She winked at him, and blew him a kiss, right in full view of his sister. he knew she was just doing it to annoy her friend, but he couldn't help but blush even deeper. Christ, why was this girl so weird?

"I don't know why i'm surprised. I should have guessed." Evie added, looking annoyed indeed.

"hey! what the hell's that supposed to mean?" Robin exclaimed, her eyebrows raised.

"nothing, I didn't mean anything by it." Evie said, shaking her head and returning her gaze to her phone. Robin just glared at her, crossing her arms.

Luke could tell she was genuinely upset.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay, I'm just saying. It's Luke!" Evie defended, gesturing to Luke as if it proves any point. Luke just raised his eyebrows at the two girls and their conversation. Robin dropped her glare as Evie continued to look at her apologetically, as if to say she really was sorry.

Robin raised her hands in surrender. "Hey, don't look at me, I just laughed at what he said. I have no idea what he's talking about." she said, biting her lip to hold in more laughter as Evie stared him down, still confused as to why exactly he said that.

"Jesus! I just meant you swear a lot, okay?" Luke said defensively, dropping his spoon into his now empty bowl with a clink!

"Sorry, you just talk weird." Robin shrugged, making him chuckle once again at the irony of her words. "Yeah, he does." Evie muttered, clearly over it. Luke glared at his sister, but she ignored it. She stood up from her seat, taking her cup with her as she heard the kettle whistling.

"Hey, mind making me another too?" Robin hummed, holding up her own cup. "sure." Evie  mumbled, walking out of the room. The two were left at the table. she rested her chin on her hand and peered up at him, as if waiting for him to say something.

"Sorry, I just, I say weird things without thinking sometimes." he muttered shyly, feeling conscious under her stare.  "I'm not a total pervert, it just comes out sounding dirty, okay?" he added, looking up to meet her stare.

"That's okay. I happen find it quite entertaining." she said, grinning at him.

a smile tugged at his lips, he never knew a smile could be so contagious. it was hard not to, with the was she was looking at him.

"Yeah? You don't say." he said sarcastically, playing with the spoon in his bowl. she laughed softly, leaning back on her seat.

"No, really. It's kind of like a hidden talent. I bet you're a natural at dirty talk" she said, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

he opened his mouth to respond, but he couldn't think of what to say without sounding like a complete idiot. she just smirked at him as he narrowed his eyes at her. he obviously couldn't tell if she was flirting or just trying to get a reaction out of him, and she found it hilarious.

"Wouldn't you like to know." he scoffed, finally pushing his bowl away and crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back on his chair like her.

She raised her eyebrows, a blush once again creeping up her neck and on her cheeks. He knows she's flustered at his words, but she shakes it off.

"Oh come on! I was just teasing. Lighten up, Mr. Hemmings. You're so serious." she pouted, pushing his shoulder gently.

"why do you call me that? You make me sound so old." he said, scrunching up his nose. She laughed in response, shrugging. "suits you. you're so grumpy, like an old man. or my Maths professor." she explained as if it made perfect sense. he found himself laughing as well. maybe it did.

"alrighty then. good enough reason." he said, copying her words from before. she just smiled at him, a glint in her eye that says 'hey, you're not so bad.'

But maybe that was just him.

Evie and her mom walking into the dining room again, both holding two steaming mugs each.  they joined them at the table, and continued breakfast.

Robin muttered a thanks to Evie as she handed her her cup. She met eyes with Luke once more, he couldn't tell if he imagined her winking at him or not, before engaging very deeply in conversation with his mother.

He sipped on his tea, amused at her nodding at whatever his mum was saying about the "Victorian style porch renovations". Robin seemed genuinely interested on the topic. He couldn't keep the smile off his face, but she seemed oblivious to it, thank god. then, a question ringed in his mind:

was he really crushing on his little sister's friend?

[bloominghands]

                                  HOW I RUN MY BLOG

SPEED.        incredibly, horribly slow, almost inactive. For a very long time, I’ve been dealing with severe depression that just absolutely saps my will to do anything at any given notice. It affects me just as much irl & As much as I may have muse or inspiration, sometimes I just physically can’t open my laptop and reply. And by sometimes I mean often. I also have terrible memory and can forget about things, to which I ask my partners to gently remind me about things if they want to continue something and I haven't replied in a while. 

REPLIES / DRAFTS/STARTERS.       pls see above. I usually draft every reply to me that I see but because of my mental health issues, it often feels like there’s an immovable obstacle between me and actually getting into my drafts to do them. So while I might 100% have every intention of replying, I sometimes just can’t. That is, until I somehow/someway receive a sudden burst of motivation (usually at 2am + like I have now ) Where I’ll reply to as many things as possible and then go back into hibernation. I promise I’m working on it. I desperately want to reply to more things, but sometimes it’s just hard. 

INBOX.      also like above, I hoard asks. I see prompts that I want to reply to and reblog them, but once I get some asks about it I’ll reply in my head and then never actually get to them and they get buried and I feel terrible like people think I’m ignoring them. I swear I’m not. I’m just terrible at physically responding. But eventually like I mentioned, I’ll get bursts of energy and respond to a bunch. I’ve still got birthday asks from February to answer send help.

SELECTIVITY.       i am mutuals only. PLEASE CHECK AND SEE IF WE ARE MUTUALS. It means that I have to be following you back for me to respond to you. (click your followers button and type in my url to the little search bar in the upper right corner and hit enter to check)

   if I’m following you, it means I want to write with you. If I’m not, it means I don’t. & I’m sorry but some people I just don’t want to write with/don’t feel out styles would mesh well/ or sometimes I’m just not interested in someone's muse. It sounds really harsh but that's a fact true for everyone, and it can really hurt when you want to write with someone and they don’t follow back, but you’ve got to learn to let it go no matter how hard that is, and not poke and prod someone about it. That's just gonna make you both miserable.

    i also wont answer IC asks from non-mutuals. ooc/anon questions about/for Robin are more than welcome, but please don’t send me in character asks if I’m not following you.  

WISHLIST.        i’d love to write more with my aus tbh. 

HONEST NOTE.        i’m gonna be fully 100% honest with this. I love shipping. I love writing romance and smut and angst and all of the shit that comes with it and a lot of my blog revolves around that. It’s not all I like to write of course, but it is my favorite. I like shy ships, passionate ships, toxic ships (tagged ofc) and can ship almost anything with Robin. 

   HOWEVER Despite trying to communicate as much as possible, I can get a little overzealous sometimes and because of my mental health issues, it can be hard for me to determine interest through text alone and I have had issues with that in the past, and I can own up to that now. Therefore I IMPLORE my partners when they’re just not feeling something, to not just go along with whatever, and to talk to me. I won’t be mad, I won’t try to guilt you into continuing. If anything, Sure, I might be disappointed, but that's no reason not to speak up. Your comfort is ALWAYS more important than my disappointment and my enjoyment. 

  & this, of course, applies to things outside of shipping but speaking specifically for now, if you are uncomfortable for any reason, please let me know. I can’t read someone's mind and beg that you communicate with me clearly for both of our comfort and enjoyments sake. 

  lastly, I love my followers.& Though my attachment to this blog has been unhealthy at times in the 6+ years I’ve run it, you all have always been so kind and patient and understanding with me, and I appreciate that more than you know. I’m trying to better myself and my life irl right now and will hopefully be getting healthier and be able to be more active in a consistent way. Thank you all so much for supporting me. It means the world and ilu ♡

[cambionwinchester]

The Teddybear

HOOOOO BOY ITS 2AM AND IM A RAGING GAY FOR MY BOYS BILLY N STU HERE'S MY SLASHER S/I PROFILE BABEY

serious tw for death and gore tho, read w caution if youre not abt that type of stuff dudes

••••••••

Name: Casey Moore

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 18

Desc: Casey Moore is your somewhat average punk student, trudging on day by day getting by in school. Usually paying attention to his drawing, writing, or whatever trouble the infamous duo of Billy L.oomis and Stu M.acher are getting into in their shared classes. Now one might accuse Casey of harboring feelings for the two boys, and admittedly he did - only thing is, Casey is the gayest guy he knows and the duo are about the straightest guys he knew of. Woodsboro was relatively boring for the punk boy, up until a string of murders caught his attention in the town, 'Ghost.face' quickly becoming a menace, everyone dreading the moment they would get a phone call only to hear the deep distorted voice on the other end asking them, "What's your favorite scary movie?"

Casey, on the other hand, had an idea. A terrible one, but an idea nonetheless.

He was about to fuck his own type of shit up in this town. His motive being to piss off the douchebag behind the Gh.ostface murders as much as humanly possible.

He got everything together, a mask, an outfit, and even some boots to make him look taller. He managed to find an old hunting knife that he immediately knew was going to be his best friend as soon as the mask went on.

His first target was some low ranking cheerleader in the school's food chain, not too popular but still noticed. Regrettably this also happened to be taking place at one of M.acher's parties he threw practically every weekend. When he knew her boyfriend was drunk off his ass and nowhere near the girl - everyone else gathered in the living room to watch whatever was on TV, he knew it was time. Quickly changing into his getup in a spare room, 'The Teddybear' managed to sneak up on her sitting in one of the bedrooms and waiting for her boyfriend to come back with more booze, he pounced on her, clamping a hand over her mouth as he slammed the knife to its hilt into her throat and ripping it down to her chest, watching as the life drained from her eyes and blood pooled. He knew he had to be quick about it - he put some of the blood on his gloved fingertips and drew a quick nose and cheeks of what was intended to be a cartoon bear. As soon as he was done he bailed out of the bedroom window, making his hidden way back home still high off his mind from adrenaline.

The next morning he watched the news, taking in every detail the reporter spewed out about his actions, claiming that Woodsboro had yet another murderer on their hands, labeling him as 'The Teddybear Killer'. He scoffee at first, thinking it made him sound like some pansy compared to G.hostface, but it grew on him when he realized how terrified the people were to the concept of another threat to the people's lives.

•••••

note: i know its 3am but i am Begging Yall send me asks or literally anything about this s/i and their story pls

[carolightpenvenys]

DEADLY NIGHTSHADE- CHAPTER 3

A/N: just to let y’all know i flew my own wig writing this one, please let me know what u think!!!

Chapter 3: damn, i wish i was your lover

T/W: References to dead body/body parts, references to sex (not in the same bit tho!)

“I just need to speak to Mr Carne on the phone,” Caroline was rolling her eyes and scribbling furiously on her legal pad. “And by that I mean Drake, not you.”

Dwight smiled as he stood in the doorway of her office- she hadn’t noticed he was there yet.

“So you’ll bring him in in an hour? Because he can’t drive right.” Caroline furiously scribbled actual man child on her pad, but obviously Dwight couldn’t see this. “Right, see you at 10am.” And with that she slammed the phone down.

“So I assume you had Drake Carne on the phone?” Dwight came and sat in the chair by Caroline’s desk.

“Oh,” Caroline raised her eyebrows. “I fucking wish.” Her hair was out of her Amy Santiago like bun today and instead piled on her head with about three pens slotted in. She hadn’t bothered with makeup as it was clear she had been up all night trying to crack the case. “It was his brother Sam Carne and apparently his fucking carer. I think we have reached a dead end- this man can hardly tie a shoelace.”

“So Sam wouldn’t let you speak to Drake?”

“No he hasn’t seen him in days, apparently he’s moved in with his sister Demelza and her husband Ross to grieve. But he promises to have him here by 10am.”

“Ah.” Dwight sighed. “I guess this is Ross Poldark’s involvement in it all.”

“Oh so he’s,” Caroline grabbed another pen and drew on her existing spider diagram, “This Ross? Oh man if Drake goes down he may never work again- you’ll be stuck with me forever,” she let out a tired laugh but when she met Dwight’s eye he was just smiling directly at her.

“I can think of worse things.”

POLICE INTERVIEW WITH SUSPECT:

MR DRAKE CARNE (LOVER OF THE DECEASED, POSSIBLE WITNESS): DC

DET. CAROLINE PENVENEN: CP

DR DWIGHT ENYS (M.E): DE

( THE WITNESS IS INCREDIBLY EMOTIONAL)

CP: Mr Carne, to clear up, what was your relationship with the deceased?

DC: You couldn’t understand

CP: I’m going to damn well try.

DE: Explain as best you can, Drake.

DC: I swear nothing happened whilst she was married, I would never!

CP: Let the record state the witness is inconsolable.

DE: Drake, I need you to answer my questions but I’m on your side. Do the words Atropa Belladonna mean anything to you?

CP: Or deadly nightshade?

DC: Is that some kind of code because I’d rather know the truth.

DE: No, we believe it may be the murder weapon.

CP: Drake, do you think there stands any reason that Morwenna would attempt to take her own life? Let the record show the witness probably needs a break before answering this question.

DC: No. She would never.

DE: Any reason you hold this opinion?

DC: It sounds stupid. But we always said we’d wait for each other through everything- she never wanted that marriage, you need to understand that-

CP: Are you suggesting her marriage was forced or arranged?

DC: Arranged definitely. We were in love.

DE: Who arranged this marriage?

DC: George Warleggan.  (Note: GW from previous interview).

CP: Finally, where were you between the late afternoon and midnight on the night in question? It’s a large window I know but due to the poisoning, it could have taken her hours to die- we need any information we can get from anyone who might have seen her.

DC: You’re lucky- Sunday is a Poldark family day. I’m sure if you speak to my sister, Ross or Sam they can confirm I was awake and with them until way past midnight. Possibly until about 2am.

END OF INTERVIEW

“I bought lunch!” Dwight strolled into Caroline’s office to find added to her dishevelled appearance, a rather cute pair of glasses as she drew lines between suspects.

“Fuck, we are going to definitely bring George Warleggan back in and he’s going to definitely have a lawyer. Oh, thank you for the Pad Thai.” She smiled warmly at his efforts. “Any more information about the body?”

“Ok so the time of death is confirmed midnight, she ingested the poison, probably via a drink as her stomach was empty. An interesting concept considering part of her husband’s story concerned a Sunday lunch earlier in the day.”

“Ooh Doctor Enys, you’re really digging up the bodies today, if you’ll pardon the pun. So between these three here,” she pointed to George, Osborne and Elizabeth, “there’s some kind of lie going on.”

“I would say at least one of them knows more than they let on. Maybe they saw something they didn’t want to see.” Dwight shrugged. “But your guess is honestly as good as mine- I’m not a detective after all.”

“And yet you’re here.” Caroline took her glasses off and took a moment to appreciate Dwight. A moment she soon took back, “Fuck I’m blind.”

Dwight found the whole situation rather endearing, “Yes, I’m here, and you’re here.”

“And we’re going to… solve a case?”

“Something like that.”

As Dwight passed Caroline a lab coat to allow her near to the body, she thought out loud, “I just think it’s so weird you’re vegan right- but you literally open bodies for a living.”

Dwight put down his scalpel on the tray, amused, “Even if I ate meat, which I don’t, I wouldn’t eat other humans Caroline.”

She sat on the counter where his computer was, her legs swinging back and forth. “I guess I never thought of it this way. Why did you even become a medical examiner?”

“Not for the fame.” Dwight sighed. “When I tell women I work in a morgue, it’s the world’s biggest turn off. They look at my hands and think ‘oh shit, he just touched dead bodies.’”

“No but seriously though,” Caroline enquired further. “What got you here. In the morgue.”

Dwight sighed. “Being a doctor is hard. I couldn’t cope when my patients died on me- so I thought at least with the morgue you could kind of wash your hands of that a bit. Still fucking depressing. Plus telling people I solve murders is cool, even if I actually don’t.”

There was a silence, but it was a contemplative one. “What about you, Miss Stately Home?”

“Ah, you remembered,” Caroline said, an ounce of bitterness in her voice. “Maybe I did it to avoid being Miss Stately Home.”

Dwight turned away from threading the needle to look at her. “Believe me, you’re a lot more than that. You know, catching all those smooth criminals.”

“Oh my God!” Caroline put her head in her hands. “Why do you have to say stuff like that?”

“Stuff like what?”  Dwight replied, stitching with a steady hand.

“You’re just… Such a catch. Like look at you! You remember literally everything about me, even my ringtone. You are always giving me these motivational talks, plus you’re like so cute.”

She stopped when she realised Dwight had put the needle down. “Caroline, do you really think that?”

“Ugh forgive me.” She put her hands over her eyes. “It’s way less embarrassing when I can’t look you in the eyes. I’m way too fucking blunt, I’m literally a mess I drink and swear too much and I caught myself in the mirror and I just thought wow he must really like me if he hasn’t even commented on how I look like a literal trolley lady today but now I’ve made a massive dick of myself-”

“Caroline.” This time he was so close, she could feel his presence and his hands firmly on her thighs where she was sat.

She took her hands off her eyes. “Oh my God.” She whispered. “What are we doing?” But he only got closer and closer and she shivered slightly. “You better not be leading me on here, you’ve taken your gloves off and everything… are we going to bang in a morgue?”

“What?” Dwight backed away from her slightly. “No. I’m a gentleman, I’ll at least take you back to my apartment.”

“You know,” Caroline giggled. “I’m glad we are discussing this. As two professionals, I pledge we just fuck it out of our systems, come back Monday morning and just, you know, solve the case. No one will ever know the difference.”

“I take no issue with that.” Dwight nodded seriously. “Who knows, it could be an educational experience.”

They were suddenly interrupted by the clock striking five. “Don’t you just fucking love it when everything comes together?”

Yeah. He fucking did.

[rreader]

Hello~ I was wondering, can you write a Loki X Reader where the reader is a grad student but she has undiagnosed anxiety and depression because her mother is way too hard on her about absolutely EVERYTHING from weight to grades to financial aid and everything else, and the mother pretty much constantly brings her down with comments like "There's a lot that you don't know" and "You pissed away your opportunity" and so she's broken inside and Loki finds her and they help heal each other by sharing

Pairing: Loki x ReaderFandom: MCUWarnings: a bit of angst + spoilers for Thor: Ragnarok

A/N: hey there hun, so.. this seemed to be very specific. I honestly hope that this request has just been an idea of yours. If it isn’t and you’re experiencing this, please know that you can always jump into my PM’s and talk to me.

                                                           *****

“Idon’t understand why we have to look in here. Shouldn’t the Avengershave access to their own private libraries that have the books we’relooking for? What about the wizard guy?”

“Masterof the Mystic Arts,” Stephen said in passing, walking towards avery specific shelf of books.

“Thisis the third largest library in the US. It has over 15,000,000 booksand some of them are very old and should have some information thatwe can use,” Vision said.

Hemight be wearing casual clothing, but his skin color and the stone onhis forehead didn’t exactly make him look normal. Good thing theydecided to come here at 2AM. No one seemed to be here. Actually, they were probably not supposed to be in here either.

Loki,however, was still annoyed.

He,the wizard guy and Vision were sent here to find anything helpful fortheir upcoming fight against Thanos. But none of them even knew whatthey were supposed to be looking for.

MathematicalFormulas? The laws of Midgard?

What could this library offer the Avengers, that no other had?

Heremembered the libraries on Asgard.. they would’ve contained usefulinformation. This place was a dump, compared to his lost home.

WhileVision and Strange were already skimming through various books, Lokidecided to walk up the stairs and look around there.

Hehad to admit, even though he still wasn’t impressed, it was quite the big place. 

Bookshad always been something that Loki enjoyed. Whether it was because itcontained useful information, or let him escape his life for a short while..

Particularly useful when he had been young. While Thor was always therowdy son, Loki liked to sit in a quiet spot and read up on things thatwould help him out in his life at some point. Most of the time it had been magical stuff, but often Mythology as well. History.. anything of importance.

Knowledgewas power.

Andto this day, he still believed that.

However,when he walked around the corner, he suddenly stopped dead in histracks, staring at a young woman sitting in front of him at a hugetable, all on her own, books surrounding her.

Youraised your head and smiled at him, exhaustion clear on your face.

“Hadn’texpected anyone else to be here..”

Lokistared at you for a second, completely flabbergasted, his mouth slightly agape.

Hehad not expected to find somebody in here. Not at this time.

Andhow did you even get in here?

Youleaned back in your chair and cocked your head to the side, lookinghim up and down.

“Youdon’t look like you belong in here.”

“Neitherdo you. Not at this time.”

“Oh,are you the new security guard? Have they changed the uniform again?”

“I’mno security guard.”

Youshrugged and returned your attention to your notepad in front of you. Most of the time, you were on your own when you snuck in here at this hour,  but from time to time, other students were here as well. You never paid them much attention.

Butinstead of walking away, like you had thought that guy would, he sat downin the chair opposite of you, studying you curiously.

“Whyare you here? At a time like this?”

“I’mstudying Astronomy. Want to work for NASA once I’ve finished. Butaccording to my mother, I won’t succeed, so she wants me to study more than I already do.”

“Shouldn’ta mother be encouraging?” at least his mother always tried to bewith him. That’s why he loved her most.

Yousnorted and raised your eyebrows.“Yep. They should. Butmine isn’t. Never was. I’m either getting too fat, or not studyingenough, or don’t work enough to earn the needed money.. there’s always somethingwrong with me, apparently.”

Lokioften deceived people. But the only way that was possible, wasbecause he could read them so perfectly.

Andhe saw a lot of hurt in you.

Whenhe didn’t say anything else, you started smiling, but never stoppedwriting down notes.

“Areyou going to stare at me all night? It’s getting a bit creepy.”

“I’mnot staring,” he mumbled, but yes, he really was staring, because he thought you intruiging. You were in here, studying the stars at 2 in the morning because of your mother. Did you want to prove her wrong? Or did you want to please her? He did not know yet.. but he wanted to find out.

“Ifyou say so,” you shrugged once more and turned to the next page ofyour book.

Lokileaned back in his chair, crossing his legs under the table, while lookingaround.

Hewasn’t interested in finding any information in books anymore.

Youwere much more interesting.

“Tellme, strange woman,”

“It’s..(Y/N), actually.”

“(Y/N),”he nodded, his eyes narrowing, “How come you’re still listening toyour mother? You seem to be an intelligent young woman who would dofine without her? So why do you keep up with her?”

Tohis surprise, he was genuinely interested in your motives.

“She’smy mother.. you know?”

“Idon’t actually. Mine was always kind. A strong woman, who alwaystreated her people and her sons fairly, even though she had a lot ofreasons not to,” memories of his mother started to resurface. Painful ones.

“Was?”you put down the pen and gave him your full attention, “Is she..?”

“Unfortunately,yes. She passed away some time ago.”

“I’m..very sorry to hear that,” you reached over the table and put yourhand over his, “But she sounded like a great mom.”

Lokilooked at your hand over his. For a second he wanted to push it away,but then he decided to simply raise his head and smile at you, nodding once. 

“Shewas.”

Henever really talked about his mother. Not even with Thor. Perhaps,because he didn’t want to show weakness, but mostly, because he keptthese sort of things to himself. Why he was able to talk to you aboutit so freely - to a stranger.. he could not say.

“Thereyou are, we’ve..-” Stephen and Vision approached the two of you andyou quickly pulled your hand back, then got up so fast that the chairfell backwards, a loud ‘thump’ echoing through the halls of the library.

“Whatthe hell?!” you stared at Vision.

“Oh,forgive me.. We had not expected anyone else to be here. I amVision,” he bowed a little, but your jaw had dropped seconds agoand all you could do was stare at him and that.. stone on his forehead. 

“Whoare you?” Stephen interrupted.

“Thisis (Y/N). And I believe,” he got up and walked around the table tojoin you, then he placed his hand on the small of your back, “thatshe’s going to be the best help we can get in this upcoming fight.”

“Sheis?”

“Iam?” now you turned your head to look at Loki, who nodded encouragingly.

“Your mother might not appreciate your worth, but I do. I’ve seen whatyou’re studying. And your knowledge will be extremely useful to us.”

Youreyes wandered between the three of the guys, until they landed onLoki again.

“Holyshit. You guys are the Avengers!”

Nowhe grinned at you, showing you his perfectly white teeth.

“Andif you’re interested and if this “NASA” doesn’t interest youanymore, the Avengers will surely value an intelligent astronomerlike you. Unlike your mother.”

“Uhm..wow.. I.. thank you,” your face started to heat up with the numberof compliments you were getting, but you quickly cleared your throat and nodded, “Istill have a few more weeks before I can officially call myself anastronomer, but.. I mean.. why not?”

You had always done what your mother asked you to do. You had always put your own wants and needs aside, so she’d be happy.

But perhaps Loki was right. Perhaps it was time that you started ignoring her wishes and respected your own for once.

Perhaps it was finally time to live your life like you wanted it to live.

And be part of the Avengers, of something so important.. now that was something you definitely wanted to be a part of.

“Excellent,”Loki lifted his head to look at his Avenger team mates and nodded,“Seems like I’m the only one who found something valuable today.”

Nowyou’re face had definitely turned red.