#idc if i sound stupid it’s really bothered me for a while n it’s an okay explanation for the behavior change. how he knows shit he shouldn’t

[girlfailurefelix]

i’m having thoughts about the elevator ending and i feel like they would get me jumped and told that that’s not how it is but after rewatching it i’m definitely having different thoughts than the first time i saw it

[woahnotmecryingoverafanfiction]

Fingers crossed

pairing: Previous Stan Marsh x Reader 

summary:  Bebe brings you up during a party to sing karaoke, so you decide to air all your grievances about your ex, Stan Marsh 

warnings: bad writing (first one-shot I’ve EVER written), a little bit of angst?, alcoholism, depression, song fic, did I say bad writing? 

a/n: this will probably suck, but idc. This is based on Fingers Crossed by Lauren Spencer Smith, I heard it and I immediately thought of this one-shot, I decided to write it to test my writing skills cause their ass 😊 

thanks for reading! 

The lights made your migraine even worse, and that does not even account for the loud chatter from the other partygoers. Kenny’s horrible singing wasn’t helping with your pain either. It felt like everyone was staring at you, whispering about the breakup between the head cheerleader, you, and the star quarterback, Stan Marsh. 

You guys were the “It” couple to a lot of people at school. Well at least on the surface it seemed like it. Stan wasn’t the best at talking about his emotions. He would sometimes snap, you tried helping. You really did, but as cliche as it sounds, you couldn't fix him.  

Wendy and Bebe dragged you out to this party hoping it would take your mind off Stan, and it did for a while, until he walked in. 

You spent all last night bawling your eyes out over the stupid jock across the room, Stanley Marsh. 

You probably looked like shit, red eyes and scratchy throat, while Stan was sitting over there not even bothered, nursing a beer bottle. Wendy dragged you out of bed and told you she was taking you to this karaoke night she set up, whether you liked it or not. 

Bebe, standing next to you, said “I can’t just stand by seeing you mope around!”. She grabs you suddenly and starts dragging you to the mic, muttering how she also couldn’t stand Kenny butchering another ABBA song. 

She pushes Kenny out of the way and pushed you out toward the mic, “I want you to show that piece of shit stan what he’s missing, ok? Love you”. Bebe quickly ran away before you could get her for pushing you in front of the crowd. The chatter dimmed down and their glaring stares landed on you. 

You felt your breath begin picking up when you noticed that everyone's stares included HIM. He was there, sitting on the worn-out sofa draping his arm around a random drunk girl and that made your stomach churn. You literally broke up only a week ago, how could he be sitting there like nothing was going on?! 

You took a deep breath and walked near the microphone, the cliché microphone feed-back ringing out. Kenny must have been pushed off stage by Bebe, literally, because he was on the floor rubbing his head. You grab the tablet on the table and scroll until you found the one that fits the situation you're in now, Fingers Crossed by Lauren Spencer Smith. 

You take a breath and close your eyes as the soft guitar strums, and you start, 

“Introduced me to your family Watched my favorite shows on your TV” 

You open your eyes to see Wendy and Bebe smiling from the front of the crowd as a way to encourage you. 

“Made me breakfast in the mornin' When you got home from work” 

You remember the first night you spent overnight at Stan’s house, groggily waking up to find him not next to you. You were panicking thinking that he only wanted you for a one-night stand but then you heard the gentle knock on the door. 

He walked in bashful and blushing as he scratched his neck with a plate of burnt pancakes. “I wanted to do something nice, but I think I just made you poison from how badly their burnt” he trailed off with an awkward laugh. You thought the gesture was so sweet that you had to eat them. That day was full of an ER trip and fuzzy feelings. 

“Makin' plans to travel 'round the world Said we'd always put each other first Old love songs we used to play to” 

You dredge up the nerve to look at him and sing the part that you wanted to hurt him with. 

“Funny, now I hate you” 

You wanted to see him hurt like how you hurt. See him break down like his world crumbled. Like yours did. 

“Now, I Remember when you'd call me late at night, I gave you my hours and advice just tryna fix you and all your daddy issues” 

You almost want to laugh from the sleep deprived night you endured hearing him cry. Your heart ached remembering his drunken cries of how his father cared for his weed farm more than him. You could almost feel the ach of your arms from the hours spent cradling him like he was the most fragile thing in the world, because at the at moment he was. Your voice hoarse from the whispers of how he is good enough and how you loved him. 

“But now I don't even miss you anymore” 

That was a lie. You didn’t hate him; you just hated how self-destructive he was. The drink ramped up after he moved away.  The late-night visits with soft taps from rocks hitting your window were tainted with drunken yelling from outside your window calling you a bitch and a whore. 

“So I, I want all the tears back that I cried All the hours spent giving advice On how to write your songs All you did was prove me wrong When you said you loved me” 

You still feel the snow on your shoulders after he forced out of bed to go late night exploring with him. You were almost mad, but his dimpled smile and giggles as he dragged you toward the local playground made it so you couldn’t even feel the cold around you, just the warmth of his hand. 

You somehow ended up underneath the pirate ship to shelter from the snow, sitting face to face, tips of your shoes touching one another. You were rambling about the hijinks that you, Bebe, and (a reluctant) Wendy went through today. He was quiet that day, staring at you, so you asked what was wrong. 

“I just love you...” He said with that goofy grin that made you wanna shower him with kisses. It seemed like he didn't mean to say that cause afterwards he turned a deep red.  

“I love you too...” You mumbled out embarrassed at the butterflies in your stomach evolving into panicking elephants. That night was spent reminiscing of the quick peck you gave him before running away. 

“Well, you must've had your fingers crossed” 

How quickly that “I love you” turned to curses... 

“Shoulda paid attention to my friends Telling me how bad it's gonna end Always giving their opinions Now I wish I would have listened” 

When you started dating Stan, Wendy came up to you one day after school. You thought she would start a fight and break up the friendship for dating her ex, but she just held you hand and warned you. 

“Back when Stan and I dated, It was great...” Was she bragging about dating Stan before you? “But not always.” She saw your confused face and continued, “He can get insecure and VERY jealous, the only reason I wanted to talk to you about this is because I love you and I know you him and being with him takes a lot of energy.” 

You don’t remember how it ended but you do remember the thing you promised yourself that day. You put your all into this relationship so he’d never feel those things again. 

You did do that, huh... But even that wasn’t enough, he left you a husk of yourself. 

“I could say I'm sorry but I'm not  You don't deserve the one thing that you lost 

And now I remember when you'd call me late at night  And I gave you my hours and advice just tryna fix you  And all your daddy issues  But now I don't even miss you anymore 

So I, I want all the tears back that I cried  All the hours spent giving advice  On how to write your songs  All you did was prove me wrong  When you said you loved me  Well, you must've had your fingers crossed 

your fingers crossed  (Oh-oh, oh-oh) your fingers crossed  (Oh-oh, oh-oh) oh, when you said you loved me  Well, you must've had your fingers crossed 

So I, I want all the tears back that I cried  All the hours spent giving advice  On how to write your songs  All you did was prove me wrong  Wish you said you loved me  When you didn't have your fingers crossed” 

You close your eyes and pour your emotions into the words that flow of your tongue like tar. Flashes of Stan filter through your head as you imagine what you would be doing if you never interacted with him. If you never loved him... 

The song ends and you open your eyes to the crowd clapping and Bebe grabbing your hand, walking towards the kitchen, with Wendy. She talks about how amazing you were, but you slip your hand out of hers. She turns around confused and you say how tired you were and just wanted to go back to your bed. She worriedly followed you to the door and told you to call her when you get home. 

You walk in the falling snow, remembering the girl Stan had on his arm. He moved on quick, didn’t he? You huff in a self-deprecating chuckle, maybe it's time you moved on too. 

That’s what you were at least thinking about till you heard a familiar voice yell out your name. 

There was Stan, out of breath and disheveled hair. You wanted to bleach your brain when a thought about how cute he looked with red cheeks and snowflakes in his hair crossed your mind. Seeing him now was different than at the party. At the party he was cool and deadpanned as he looked at you but now it was like his eyes were trying to tell you a million things at once and from the way his lips were moving, he wanted too as well. 

“I … I just want to....” 

words: 1,747 

a/n: I abandoned this one-shot halfway through when I first started writing it.  But I stumbled upon it again and decided to finish it cause why not? I wrote this when I was deep into the Southpark fandom and wanted to add to the plethora of one-shots this fandom has because there wasn’t enough angst with no happy endings. I kinda went off rails from my original goal since I realized I wanted to leave the ending ambiguous so that people who do like angst with a happy ending can also still enjoy the one-shot. Thanks for reading and have a good day/afternoon/night! 😊  

[marvelmymarvel]

Lonely

Orochimaru x Reader

Synopsis: Time and distance didn’t matter when it came to Orochimaru, but you hated feeling so lonely without him.

Song: ilomilo by Billie Eilish (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lH1F6m3slrQ)

A/n: Its long, I get that he seems out of character. Idc. I love him. No shame. 

They called you many things. A loser, a weirdo, a traitor... So many names that you lost track of them all, but none of them mattered when it came to him. You personally didn’t understand it yourself, why you left the Leaf Village in search of the man who killed your Hokage. Being apart of the ANBU black ops made the escape 10x more difficult and dangerous, as they now considered you a threat to the village. You knew too much, but none of it mattered.

Only he did.

At first, the pale man was annoyed by your presence and how you kept popping up at every single hideout he moved to. He tried and tried again to get rid of you, even going so far as sicking his ninja on you, instructing them to rough you up and scare you away. But they did much more than that and left you to die outside of yet another hideout you found. They figured that killing you was easier than sending Orochimaru’s stupid warning, so they never told him and continued on with their life. 

It was quiet for a week, but soon enough his henchmen dragged you into yet another secret hideout. He was running out of options and even Kabuto was growing agitated by your constant presence, but something in the air changed that day. The guards threw you down in front of him, your body littered with bruises and cuts. Orochimaru sat up straighter in his chair, taking in the sight of your unconscious and bloody body in the middle of the room. They had done a number on you and something stirred inside of the pale man at the view of your vulnerable body.

The guards looked up at their boss, expecting reassuring praise for their work but all they got was a snarl. “I told you to scare her... Not beat her half to death” Kabuto hissed out as he stomped over towards them angrily, he felt his master's temper flare and he was not about to be the punching bag for an idiotic decision that wasn’t his. The guards sputtered out excuses, claiming that you never listened to their threats, and decided that maybe beating you to death would help everyone out.

‘Death’

The word struck a chord within Orochimaru who was now crouched over your body, hand shakily brushing the blood away from your mouth. He was terrifyingly silent as if he was a bomb with no timer. The three men grew silent while they took in the oddly soft and caring caress. It should have been shocking to see such a sweet action, but it only made the fear grow within the two guards. Kabuto side-eyed them, they didn’t know it but he knew Orochimaru was seconds away from exploding.

“What do you want me to do with them?”

The two guards headshot to Kabuto, mouth gawking as they tried to explain how they were doing Orochimaru a service. They explained and explained how you were a creep, a weirdo, and a threat, they had to get rid of you. Kabuto ignored it but secretly prayed for them to shut up before Orochimaru killed them himself. His patience was growing thinner the more he caressed your bloody skin and hearing how they talked about you only sped up that process, he was 10 seconds away from snapping... But something felt off. 

“Kill them, slowly and painfully. Do the same thing to them as they did to her” 

Their loud pleading soon became a muffled cry as they were hauled out by the other guards standing by. Kabuto stood by the door, observing the way Orochimaru sat down beside you. His hand trailed slowly to your face before a blue light emitted between his skin and yours. Kabuto’s eyebrows furrowed, Orochimaru knew some medical ninjutsu, but he hadn’t used it for years since it drained him.

“Do you need something Kabuto?” 

Kabuto perked up with a sharp inhale, embarrassed that he had been caught staring at the exchange. Orochimaru didn’t seem bothered and instead moved his glowing hand down to your stomach where blood was pooling from a deep wound. “Would you like me to get the medical ninja sir?” silence filled the room but the words hung heavy in the air, it was dangerous to assume that Orochimaru cared but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something changed.

“Yes” Orochimaru’s whisper hit Kabuto’s ears and without another word, he left to go get the medical ninja who could heal you much more than Orochimaru ever could. Leaving Orochimaru with only his thoughts and your limp body-

“Oh tell it again Kabuto!” you exclaimed cutting off the man right as the story was beginning to end. It had been months now since the incident occurred, but you couldn’t get enough of the way the pale man treated your unconscious form. Kabuto rolled his eyes at your hopeless romantic ways but according to Orochimaru, he had to do whatever you wanted. Kabuto opened his mouth again but a heavy sigh falling from your lips stopped him short. 

“What's the matter? I thought you liked the story-”

“If he really cared about me, he would show it.. But he doesn't” Kabuto’s mouth shut at your words, because in all honesty, you were right. The softness that Orochimaru showed you that day was never repeated and you were now treated like everyone else. It wasn’t what you hoped for, but you were able to see Orochimaru once a month... 

Your frown deepened at the thought, coldness spreading within your body as you once again grew lonely. Kabuto was your only friend and even that was a stretch as he was growing quite annoyed with taking care of you. Silence filled the stale air of your room deep inside of the hideout, it was the 5th one this month and each left you disoriented and afraid. It was supposed to be designed this way, so intruders would have a tough time finding their way through it, but you hated it. 

Kabuto knew this, which is why the first couple of days in a new place meant 24-hour surveillance and company in the hopes of breaking you into the new atmosphere. Your feet kicked at the ground below you, lip pulled between your teeth as you fought back tears. It was silly really, an ex ANBU being afraid of a windowless and disorienting place, but you couldn’t help it. “I get it if you think I’m weak... They did too” you whispered out as you swiftly wiped away your falling tears, hoping he wouldn’t see them but knowing he did.

He always did.

Kabuto pursed his lips in response, while he had been taking care of you he had also learned a lot about you. Partly because he was curious, but mainly because Orochimaru asked him to. ‘I want you to learn everything about her, and report it back to me’  Orochimaru would instruct nonchalantly as if there was no sentimental meaning behind his words, but Kabuto knew better. There was something different in the way he said it as if he cared for you. It was a weird way of showing his care, but Kabuto never questioned it and instead asked you questions ranging from ‘what's your favorite color?’ to ‘why did you leave the ANBU?’

And the ANBU question was what made your walls come crashing down. 

“The ANBU simply couldn’t handle a sensitive person like you... Sensitive people aren’t meant for that group” Kabuto stated simply knowing that their hatred for you was pure jealousy. Those in the ANBU were beaten down until there was nothing left but a soldier, it was effective but apparently, you were able to get through it and still smile like an innocent child. Teasing you became a game, and they even tried to see who could make you cry the fastest. That fact shocked Kabuto when he learned about it, but telling Orochimaru was a whole other story. 

He remembered that day. Remembered how Orochimaru halted in place over his experiments, back growing tense as the anger rose within him. That was the same day that Kabuto realized what was going on with his master. He would never dare tell Orochimaru, nor would he ever tell you for fear of backlash, but he could never and would never forget that tense feeling in the air. So protective. So angry. His boss lied when he said he didn’t care for you...

He was in love with you. 

Your nodding brought Kabuto from his memories, sometimes he hated being honest with you as the tears only continued to cascade down your cheeks. He couldn’t fix you, couldn’t heal you... That wasn’t his job and if he tried to do it... Well, he may lose his head.

Fighting the urge to give you a hug, Kabuto instead stood and swiftly walked to the door. “You should get some rest... Traveling always tires you out” his cold tone only seized your heart up more, once again feeling alone in the small room. Sometimes you wished that Kabuto would stay until you fell asleep, but you weren’t a child and he wasn’t your friend. 

“Okay” your whimper made him bite his lip in regret and he was thankful that his back was facing you so that you couldn’t see it. ‘Babies have to cry it out’ he repeated in his head as he exited quickly from your room, leaving you alone as the door closed behind him. He stood there for a second, bouncing on his feet as he prayed for you to calm down without him. You had to learn to self soothe, or you’d never make it here.

Leaning his ear against the door, the soft sound of your sniffling hit his ears but for the first time in the past couple of weeks, he didn’t hear sobbing. Letting out a sigh, he began to walk away from the room and towards the lab where he would soon relay all of the information to Orochimaru. Everything except your crying of course.

He never told him about that...

You let out the sob as you heard his footsteps grow quiet, signaling that Kabuto was gone and you were now alone. The sharp wail that fell from your lips surprised even you, causing your hand to fly over your open mouth to quiet it down. The feeling of loneliness ached within your bones, and coldness seeped into your skin despite the room being muggy. 29 days. It had been 29 days since you last saw Orochimaru. You didn’t know why, but the man soon became your rock and the reason you were breathing.

And you hated it.

Hated how easy you fell for him. Hated how lonely you felt without him. Hated how scared you were when he was out on a mission. You hated it, yet you loved him. The silent sobs that racked your body calmed down as the thought of him soothed your tight chest. Closing your eyes, you lifted your hands and crossed your arms. Your left hand touched your right cheek first and by the time your right touched your left cheek, your anxiety had vanished. It made you sigh out in relief, the action tricking your brain into thinking that your face was being cradled. 

You imagined it was Orochimaru holding you instead, an action he’s done only once, but you never forgot the way he felt or how he smelt. A tear slipped down and your thumb swiped it away automatically, this was becoming a nightly routine of yours. It seemed pathetic, but it was the only way you knew how to self soothe. You laid onto your side, moving one hand under your head while the other continued to caress your jaw soothingly. The bed was cold, but you didn’t mind. Instead, you fell asleep to the thought of Orochimaru holding you, his tight and warm embrace reassuring you that you were safe and sound. 

If only it was real. 

Your body jolted awake but the nightmare still flashed in your head like a neverending movie. The candle had burned out, leaving you in the darkness of a room you didn’t know. Breathing seemed to grow harder as you tried to adjust to the darkness, but it seemed to encapsulate you like a coffin. Standing swiftly, you raced over towards the door, throwing it open in the hopes of meeting a brightly lit hall. 

Your blood ran cold as you peered into the dimly lit hall, the walls and ceiling were carved in a way that made your world tilt around you as your stomach twisted in fear. “Orochimaru” you cried out softly, stumbling into the hallway in the hopes of finding him along the way. The hall was neverending and seemed to grow darker the farther you ran down it. “Orochimaru!” your scream echoed down the hall as you slowed down to catch your breath. 

You urged your heart rate to slow down, but it only raced faster as the torches around you blew out, leaving you in utter darkness. A soft sob fell from your lips before you once again began to run forward. You kept crying out for him as if he’d be able to hear you. As if he would care. Your body crashed into a wall, knocking all of the breath from your body as you tumbled to the floor. Silence filled the space around you, the only sound being your broken sobs as you gripped the floor for dear life. 

The nightmare seemed to come back and you could no longer discern what was real and what was fake. Were you still dreaming? Were the ANBU here to kill you? Did they leave you to die? Did Orochimaru leave you to die? “Oro” you cried out weakly, wincing at just how broken you sounded. Pushing up from your position on the ground, you tried to fight back the feeling that bubbled up in your chest. You had to know if it was real, was this real?

Before you could stop it, you opened your mouth and let out a blood-curdling scream. Your fingers screaming in pain along with you as you gripped the stone below you harder, grounding yourself as your body let out the feelings you’d been holding in for months now. The scream cut off, and you geared up for another one, wanting to chase that freeing feeling of just letting it all out.

“Now now, why are you out of bed?” 

An arm wrapped around your waist and the scream in your throat faded out as the words hit your ears. The previous scream echoed down the hall as his words echoed through your head. The torches were once again illuminated, as if they were never extinguished to begin with. Black hair fell over your shoulder and a familiar smell filled your senses, wrapping you in a bubble of protection. Your head snapped up at the sound of feet and you realized that guards were surrounding you two. 

“Orochimaru” you whispered out, hand trailing down to grasp the hand that was tightly gripping your hip. His arm clenched around your waist at the feeling of your shaky hand, snarling at the way the guards approached you in rage. “You can all leave” Orochimaru growled, eyes snapping to Kabuto who stood in front of them all. “Sir, she left her room without permission-”

“LEAVE” 

You squeaked in surprise, body contracting into his as the men fled from their angry boss. Kabuto stood still, swallowing as he took in the way Orochimaru stared at him. He hadn’t been honest with him, in fact, he never told Orochimaru about your constant crying. But now, he knew everything. The anger grew within Orochimaru’s body as he felt you relax within his embrace, this was all you wanted. “I didn’t want to bother you about it sir” Kabuto stuttered out, hand scratching the base of his neck sheepishly. 

Orochimaru stayed silent, but his body tensed behind you as he began to process it all. You had been crying yourself to sleep every night, and not once did Kabuto tell him. Your e/c eyes met Kabuto’s, and you didn’t blame him for staying silent. “I told him not to tell you” you whispered out as your other hand rose to touch Orochimaru's face behind you. It was clumsy considering you couldn’t see where your hand was, but you smiled as he leaned into it nonetheless.

A couple seconds passed, but you noticed the way the atmosphere shifted from tense to relieved. Without another word, Orochimaru stood and helped you up with him. He was still glaring at Kabuto, knowing that you were lying to save him... But, if you lied to him of all people, then maybe Kabuto meant something to you. Hurt panged in Orochimaru’s chest, a wave of new anger rising within him at the thought of Kabuto spending so much more time with you than he did. “You’re relieved of your duties” Orochimaru muttered, arms tightening around your body in a silent display of dominance. 

Kabuto nodded before turning and walking back to his own quarters, thankful that he only got a threatening glare instead of a torturous death. Orochimaru tried to calm down the rising fear bubbling under his chest at the thought of Kabuto somehow stealing you from him. Your arms tightened around him, head snuggling underneath his chin as euphoria coursed through your veins. The nightmare and worries were now long forgotten as you cuddled deeper into the taller man's body. 

Looking down at you, Orochimaru fought back a smile at the peaceful look on your face. Eyes closed and lips pulled up into a dreamy smile. If he didn’t know it before, he realized it now as he looked down upon you. The painful feeling he got in his chest whenever Kabuto came back with an update. The way his heart sped up at the sight of you. The restless nights he encountered as he worried about your wellbeing. How his mind wandered to you whenever he worked in the lab. 

He hummed at the thought before pulling you deeper into his body, arms tightly wrapped around you like a shield. He loved you, it had been quite a while since he loved someone... “Why were you so persistent? Why did you choose me?” your eyes snapped open at his question, but you refused to look at him as you grew embarrassed. 

“I-I...”

His fingers grasped your chin, craning your neck and forcing you to look at him. His slitted pupils were blown out, yet you weren’t sure if it was because of the dim lighting or something else. “Tell me. I need to hear it” Orochimaru whispered as his face got closer to yours, it wasn’t meant to intimidate you but he couldn’t help but grow a bit giddy at how you recoiled in shame. “When I saw you, I knew that you were my... It's silly” you had managed to move your chin from his grasp, eyes casting downwards as you shook your head at the thought. 

Orochimaru gripped your chin once more, this time a bit harder as he forced you to look back at him. His mouth was inches from yours, and it felt like all of the wind was knocked out of you by how close he was. His breath fanned out onto your face, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. He didn’t have to say anything, for the action was enough to reassure you that he didn’t care how silly it was. 

He had to hear it... He had to hear what Kabuto told him long ago.

“I knew you were my soulmate... I know it's crazy and I’ve only told Kabuto but-” You were spun around before you could finish, back crashing into the wall as Orochimaru shoved his lips against yours. It was heavy while he kissed you feverishly as if you were the only thing that could bring his excitement down. You moaned into his mouth, teeth clashing with his in response to the sudden move. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for better access while his hands wandered along your body. He wanted to learn and remember every single feature of your body, he had so much to catch up on. 

After what felt like a minute Orochimaru finally pulled back, leaving you a flustered mess below him. One of his hands cradled your cheek, softly caressing the skin with his thumb as he took in the view. Your eyes shut at the feeling, remembering how only hours ago, you wished to feel this exact action. “Can I be honest with you?” you whispered out, eyes still shut in fear of him rejecting your question. When you were met with silence, you decided to continue.

“I don't like being away from you... It scares me” 

The tightened grip on your cheek was the only indicator that he wasn’t upset with you, in fact, it almost felt like he was upset with himself. “Then you shall never leave my side” serenity filled your bones, replacing the loneliness that once laid heavy within them with a lighter, happier feeling. You would never be alone again. 

“C-can I stay with you? In your room I mean... I feel so lonely in my room” he didn’t answer your plea and instead pressed his head against yours, hoping you’d understand that when he said you’d be by his side forever. He meant it. His lips met the tip of your nose, the action leaving you bewildered in his embrace. Orochimaru wasn’t one for ‘soft’ things, that much you had learned in a couple of months being around him. 

Opening your eyes, you were relieved to see that his eyes were closed. A smile formed on your lips as you took in his blissed out face, maybe he was lonely too... Maybe, just maybe he needed you as much as you needed him. That question may never be answered, but it didn’t have to be. Because no one could deny it, he was your soulmate.

And you were his.

[kuroosweakness]

Even more facts about 🐾 anon:

- Idk why but positive words hurt me the most, like when someone says I’m their favorite person in the world only to not mean what they said actually makes me cry a little, but what makes me the most sad is knowing when someone is there for me that I can tell everything in the world too. Just them hugging me makes me feel that.

- I got into anime bc one of my past fav youtubers was into it and so I watched it. I basically started w the YouTube starter pack but actually started w magical girl animes (like Tokyo mew mew (the one she watched) and glitter force) then I drifted to miss kobayashi’s dragon maid to shonen animes

- No thoughts, head empty

- My music taste is probably the average anime tiktoker, like I listen to everything but reverbed and slowed Or in Lo-fi like, Lemon Boy and Me and My Husband but my favorite song to listen to in reverb is Daisy

- I kin music, like it might be weird idc but I do like the beats that are happy but also unsettling? I kin those. Like Not Allowed by tv girl? The part that goes “ALL BY YOURSELF, SITTING ALONE. I HOPE WE’RE STILL FRIENDS YEAH I HOPE YOU DONT MIND” and just loops is the best part to me. “Kaiwa ga tsuzukanai na? Naze da dou shite da? Aho ka?” From to prob the rest of the song of Pretty cvnt by sewerslvt idk I haven’t listened to the full song lmao but the actual meaning of the lyrics don’t matter tho so just know I probably don’t rlly care to look up w that means so it doesn’t ruin it for me ;-;

- I’m a extrovert (:OOO OMG THOSE EXIST) yeah I exist 😩 it’s real easy for me to walk up to someone and start talking since I’m really open about myself and don’t bother to hide things... (except the stuff like y’know... reading fanfics cuz no sane person is gonna go to a random person like “I LIKE READING FANFICTION!” Like I’d probably scared of u now if I was a normie.

- I don’t like being told I’m wrong if I know for a fact I’m right. Like if I say the sky is green and you say the sky is blue I’ll be perfectly fine with that but if you question my intelligence in levels other than that like for a fact from an anime I really like and call me out for being dumb bc I said one thing wrong for example I say “kuroos fav food is grilled salted-mackerel pike” or “itadori’s type are girls like jennifer Lawrence and I find that funny” and you say “no thats stupid” I’m going to call you and scream at you or fight you on sight next time I see you there are no other options. Jk I’ll only threaten you w those and never do it bc I prob love u too much and just give you facts from a easy google search

- Bruh people need to love themselves more like how will you ever love other people if you don’t know how to love yourself? You should always love yourself first before learning to love others because why would you wanna spend your life hating yourself? You’re gonna be with yourself for the rest of your life, even when you’re dead when you really think about it.

- My sleep schedule is chaotic

- I view myself as a good person, but on a chart of chaotic good to lawful evil, I’m probably the most neutral person you’ll ever meet. And I’m genuinely like that. I abide by my own laws. The government doesn’t tell me what’s wrong but neither am I truly against it. I don’t do things like steal but I’ll run in the halls to get to where I need to go or be on my phone during class (most likely with permission because I’m always reading on my phone) that’s why I’m my hero academia and shows the have good and evil bro wtf? Imma be in the middle. I truly think myself as someone you can trust to keep a secret and help when needed but I won’t spy for you on the other group and rat you out. First person that asks I’ll prob help if it’s not hurting someone (most likely bc I’m prob naive and the way you word something like let’s say you asked me to go to a bank to make a deposit or something and now all a sudden come out with money bags like HUHHHHHHHHH? I THOUGHT YOU WERE MAKING A DEPOSIT NOT MAKING AN ILLEGAL WITHDRAWERY WITH ALL THEIR MONEYYYY? (Like my friends and I literally joke about this.) Now all a sudden I’m a getaway driver cause god knows I can’t trust the police with my life😩😩 tfw someone makes you rob a back w/o you knowing✊😔)

- Ayo idc what you do with your life I’ll keep doing what I’m doing, like people trying to peer pressure me into idk let’s say smoking, LIKE BRO I HAVE ASTHMA, IDC HOW GOOD IT MAKE YOU FEEL, ILL LITERALLY DIE IF I DO THAT WHY WOULD YOU TRY TO TRICK ME INTO IT

- I’ve tasted alcohol (REALLY IT WAS ON ACCIDENT I WAS AT CHURCH AND ACCIDENTALLY CHOSE THE WINE INSTEAD OF GRAPE JUICE) before and I will now say I’ll never drink it because that’s the nastiest drink I’ve ever drunken in life

- One of my favorite songs are Love Taste by Moe Shop

- My favorite Pokémon game is prob ultra sun and moon

- don’t ask why I decided to watch every Pokémon movie and play every Pokémon game from X and Y and up (I found a friend that has platinum and am playing it but it’s also the first time ive really lost a Pokémon battle and idk that just started something like how dare you win over ME? THE MAIN CHARACTER? YOU NPC, I HAVE THE AUDACITY TO E N D YOU RIGHT NOW)

- first things first, u seem such like a fun person to be around! 

- i get that, kind words definitely hits :’ you’re very lucky to have people like that in your life, and that person is very very lucky to have you in their life! 

- ohhh okay okay i’m assuming you fell into the anime hole too :D 

- me too, me too. no thoughts, just staying in bed with suna by ur side 

- ur music taste!! ✨

- i’m listening to “not allowed” right now and now i feel like skateboarding...you’re right, it’s very happy but also unsettling :) 

- an extrovert, okay okayy while i don’t understand extroverts, i’m very thankful for extroverts’ existence :)) 

omg i remember people talking about how they “used” to read fanfiction and i was sitting there like 👀 yeah i still do ...and now not only do i read, but also write- 

- ahhhh being told ur wrong when u know ur right is such an awkward place to be 😭i’m glad u stand up for urself though! usually, i just nod like okay, ig 

- i- it’s a lot harder said than done to love ourselves :’) especially when there are so many reasons we believe not to. but self love is the MOST IMPORTANT LOVE! 

- not to sound like a parent lmao but try to maintain a good sleeping schedule! it’ll benefit u in many many factors, especially in the future! <3 

- okay okayy u seem like a really interesting person,  i was very amused while reading that paragraph  :))

- i- yes, health > everything else 

- make sure to choose grape juice next time :’) !! 

- i’m listening to it right now hehe 

- pokemon!!! my childhood was full of pokemon ahhh 

- u definitely know a lot more about pokemon than i do, okay okay, the main character always wins ;) 

[thatonedaydream]

Oath (Reader x Seifer Almasy)

A/N: Seiferrrrr~ You deserve to be happy too TT_TT. I haven’t written for FF8 in forever soooooooooooooooo.... its probably ass but IDC I’LL DO BETTER NEXT TIME.

Everyone had thought it was over, but Hyne was that foolish.

You slowly paced back and forth, stopping every now and then to look out over the futuristic landscape of Esthar. Your body was sore and exhausted from the extensive tests, but you had to know. President Laguna Loire had been a most gracious and supportive host—with the resources available to him, he had helped you find an answer.

A Sorceress. President Loire was just as surprised as you were. The age of Sorceresses was meant to be over—contained. Where had the source of your power come from? You were a Successor, but to who? What would you do now? Once word got out—and it would—there would be no doubt that people would be afraid of you, especially after the events of Ultimecia and the mess that a possessed Edea had caused.

You tried to calm your breathing and rest your forehead on the cold glass of the ceiling-to-floor window. The President had taken the responsibility of contacting the Commander of SeeD to let him know of the situation. No doubt Squall would then tell your friends because all of them had become increasingly worried over your odd behaviour the last few months. Hyne, what would they think? Would they hate you?

And—that meant that Seifer would find out too.

You had always made yourself out to be someone who was strong, who didn’t bother with the opinions of others when you were determined to see something through. It was probably why you and Seifer had clashed so hard when you had first met him—that was until the two of you figured out you were a lot more similar than you had both initially thought.

You were suddenly pulled out of your little brooding session by the sounds of muted yelling from behind the door which suddenly slid open. The President understood that you had likely wanted some time to yourself and left you to your own devices in one of the lookout rooms with guards posted at the door with orders not to let anyone disturb you.

Seifer stood in the doorway looking unimpressed and you could see the guards slumped against the wall nursing mild injuries. You crossed your arms and turned back around. “I’m not here as a prisoner, you idiot, you didn’t have to hurt the guards.”

“Yeah, well, they wouldn’t let me in.” The blond stepped inside and shut the door. “What else was I supposed to do to get inside?” Even without looking at him, you knew he had that confident smirk on his face. You could hear it in his voice.

“You could have asked nicely like a normal person.” You risked a glance in his direction but immediately regretted it as his intense gaze caught yours. You quickly looked away and made to widen the distance as he closed in, but he caught your arm before you could get too far. “The fuck, Almasy—let me go!”

“Then quit acting like a fucking kid!” Seifer pulled you closer and stared you down. You were no shrinking violet, but Seifer’s glare could get anyone to quieten down, not that you wouldn’t put up a fight; you stared back at him with a defiant look of your own. “Do you have any idea how worried the fuckin’ Commander and his little orphanage crew have been? How worried I’ve been?” He let you go when he felt that you wouldn’t try to walk away anymore. “A call or a message would have been nice.”

“I didn’t—” The words died in your throat. You didn’t need to feel any more guilty than you already did. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought of how your friends were feeling with your radio silence, but you just couldn’t get them involved while you tried to find things out. “I couldn’t, Seifer. Not until I knew for sure.”

The blond’s gaze softened and he sighed heavily, running a hand through his short hair. There were a million things he wanted to say to you, but he was bad at words when it came to things like this. Brute force wasn’t going to help, not really. He put a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at him and whatever pathetic string of words he had sewn together turned to wisps.

Why did he have to look at you that way? “Seifer, you don’t have to—” You tried to find the right words. “I’m not going to tiptoe around us anymore. I know we never discussed the idea of an ‘us’, but I think we both know it was—it might have been a thing.” An attraction that the two of you had never explicitly discussed, but it was definitely felt between you. Little private moments of support or in-jokes or vouching for each other when things got rough. What would happen now that you knew that you were a Sorceress? 

You placed a hand on the one that was on your shoulder. “You don’t have to support me or stay with me.” It took a lot of strength for you to stay the words you had thought about from the moment you had found out that you were a successor. “You’ve been hurt so many times by this kind of thing—had your name dragged through the mud. You’ve worked far too hard for the past few years to let it happen to you again. If people see you supporting me as a Sorceress, what would they—”

“Oh, come on.” Seifer cut you off suddenly. Your eyes widened as his hands moved to cup your cheeks. “Do I look like a give a fuck what other people think?” You weren’t able to look away as he held your gaze. “Sweetheart, if they wanna hate on this knight for sticking by you, then fuck ‘em.” The blond’s lips twisted into a smirk. “And you know you wouldn’t be able to go this alone even if you wanted to. D’you really reckon the goody-two-shoes squad wouldn’t hunt you down?”

You laughed weakly, feeling your eyes sting a little with telltale tears. “I’m really, really scared, Seifer.” You took a shaky breath, “So scared.”

It looked like Seifer had wanted to say something, but gave up. Instead, he pulled you forward and pressed his lips hard to yours. “I’ll be with you.” He relented just enough to tell you. “You won’t be alone and I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll be your knight.”

Stupid, stupid Seifer. You adored him and his bullheadedness. You adored his cocky, confident style and his loyalty to you. “Please don’t leave me alone, Seifer.” You closed your eyes and tentatively pressed your lips to his in response. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, I just don’t want you to hate me.”

The blond quietly laughed. “I don’t usually kiss people I hate, just FYI.” Well, he had you there. He pressed one final, lingering kiss on your lips, one that felt like an action to seal the deal. “We should probably get ready to meet Squall.” Seifer felt you tense slightly from the idea. “I’ll be with you, don’t worry.”

You took a deep breath and nodded. Like Seifer had said, you wouldn’t be able to run, but it would be okay. You had your knight by your side and you knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you, just as you wouldn’t let anything happen to him.

Maybe there was one upside to being a Sorceress after all.

[iwriteficsnottragediesladies]

Soldier Girl Up in Here

Request: I have an idea for an imagine… I never do this which is why I am on anon when I am normally public. What if the reader(fem) was military and recently discharged and happens to be the right place and right time to stop something bad happening to p!atd. Zach ends up hiring her to security and then brendon and her realize they have more in common than they think. Her with PTSD and him with the anxiety. It might be stupid so you can change it up or not use this at all. Idc. Just thought to help.

A/N: Here’s the start! More to come :) Hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think!

Your iPod was one thing absolutely sacred to you when you were deployed. During so many sleepless nights, you kept Panic! playing in your ear buds. It gave you something to focus on and something that reminded you of home.

When you got stateside, you found out they had released an entire album while you were away. You were instantly downloading all the tracks from Death of a Bachelor and listening non-stop. There was a whole new era of Panic for you to explore.

Actually going to a Panic concert was surreal. You were technically in the same room as Brendon Urie. If only he knew what a positive effect he has had on your life.

Once the show actually starts, you begin to feel uneasy. It’s so crowded and loud. You try to concentrate on this music, Brendon’s voice, how amazing this experience is, but you are stuck in the anxiety growing in your stomach. The sound overtakes you and it’s all down hill from there.

You can feel the blood rushing through your body. The sound of the drums and the screams of the fans fade into explosions and children crying. You feel desert sand scratching your face and feel the weight of equipment on your shoulders. You can’t breathe. You have to get out of there.

You stumble out of your row and run up the aisle. You keep running until you are outside. You emerge out of an exit, completely out of breath. The night air was cool and smelled nothing like the desert, no heat of the sun beating down on you. You lean against the cinder block wall and slide down to sit. Once you can breathe again, you are numb.

You feel absolutely nothing. No anxiety. Just nothing. Between the exhaustion of hyperventilating, running, and panicking, you were spent. You felt some distant buzzing in your body and ringing in your ears.

You have no idea how long you sat there, curled up in your little ball. This is ridiculous, you thought to yourself, I am not a weak little girl. I am a soldier. A highly trained fighter. What is wrong with me? What have I become?

The sound of a door being pushed open pulled you from your thoughts. You hear a group of people laughing. You would recognize that voice anywhere. It’s Brendon Urie. You hadn’t even realized the tour bus was a few yards away, a line of barricades creating a walkway from the door to the bus. Oh my god.

A fog light illuminated their path, but you are left in the shadows. The entire band is walking together, chatting happily.

You see a figure on the opposite side. You silently hop up to your feet, the person’s malice practically tangible. You start to move towards the band as the stranger came closer to them. The guys were halfway to the bus when the figure slipped between the metal rails, standing a few feet behind them.

At this point, you stop being a civilian and the soldier in you takes hold. You had dealt with many dangerous people. You knew their body language, the way they carried themselves and you knew–this was a dangerous person. You begin to sprint, and sure enough, you see the glint of light reflecting off of a metal knife the person was holding.

“Brendon,” A crazed voice erupted from the girl.

All of them turned around, surprised to see someone had followed them so closely. They immediately notice the knife in her hand. Before any of them could begin to react, you had arrived.

You swiftly leapt over the barricade. You easily take the girl down, then kicked the knife out of her reach. You are kneeling with a knee placed into her back, pinning her down. She was a wicked young girl, probably about 14.

She was screaming and crying, but after a moment she stopped fighting you. In fact, she had completely given up, laying limply, face down on the concrete just crying.

A horrible memory poured through you. You were suddenly back over seas, holding a little girl in your arms--an innocent life caught in your crossfire. You remember the sound of her crying...

You flash into reality and immediately lighten the pressure of your knee. This girl was clearly no longer a threat and you allow yourself to become a civilian again. You felt sorry for her. She was completely broken, clearly had psychiatric issues, and was so young. You remember the little girl from overseas.

"Okay, okay," you try to soothe her, "Easy sweetheart."

You realize there are people around you moving and suddenly security guards are taking over, allowing you to step away. The girl is being brought back into the building, her hands now bound together. They were roughly pulling and dragging her, even though she was not fighting them in the least. Some sort of sympathy came over you and call out to them.

"Hey take it easy!" You yell, perturbed by how the guards were treating her. "She's just a kid," you add with a disapproving and bitter tone. To your surprise, the guards do become more gentle. Perhaps they realize roughing up a teenage girl was not much of a power trip.

You turn around and see the band looking at you, Zach standing a few yards in front of them protectively. Their faces ranged from expressions of horror to very impressed. You turn into this awkward mixture of starstruck fangirl, soldier, and cool-headed civilian.

“Uh...” You don’t know what to say. Should you even say anything at all? Maybe you should you just run away, stay anonymous, batman style? The boys stood frozen in place, but Zach stepped right up to you. A smile takes over his face.

“Well hello there,” Zach greeted you with an incredulous grin, “Who is this knight in shining armor?” You realize he’s asking you to introduce yourself.

“Y/f/n, sir,” You respond. Zach looks back and Brendon shrugs his eyebrows with a smirk.

“Why don’t you come inside, Y/n,” Zach turned to the side and waved you in front of him.

“Um, okay!” you reply quietly with a shocked chuckle.

The boys climb on the bus and you follow them in.

“Nice to meet you Y/n,” Brendon shakes your hand. “I’m Brendon.” Obviously it was a formal introduction but you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

“I, um, I know who you are,” you look at Brendon as well as the rest of the band, scrunching your face and giggling. “I’m kind of a fan,” you say sarcastically.

They all laugh and you are caught off guard for some reason. Your joke actually just made Panic! at the Disco laugh. Okay. That happened.

“That was amazing,” Brendon commented on how you made quick work of the threat outside, “Thank you,” He said so sincerely, you feel a sort of connection you never had before. He held your eye contact and gave a gentle smile. You’ve done your fair share of “saving” people and sure, you’ve had people be very grateful before. But this was... Different.

You break away from the moment and the boys all all sit on various pieces of furniture. Zach gestures for you to sit on a chair. You seat yourself and look around. Brendon. Dallon. Kenny. Dan. Zach.

Holy shit. How is this happening? What kind of bizarre dream are you in?

“That was fucking awesome!” Dan said disbelievingly. You just laugh in response, a bit flustered by such praise.

“So,” Zach began, “How did you learn how to do that?”

“The army, sir,” you reply, “Two tours in Afghanistan.”

“Soldier girl up in here, huh?” Dan replies very impressed.

“Thank you for your service,” Kenny replies.

“You’re welcome,” You reply simply with a smile.

“How long are you stateside for?” Zach inquires.

“I’ve been honorably discharged, sir,” You reply trying to hold your face steady. Zach nods.

“It’s just Zach,” He replies, referring to your use of ‘sir’.

“Force of habit,” You shrug with a chuckle. Zach looks to Brendon and tilts his head a bit. Brendon returns his gaze.

“We’ll be right back,” Zach says slowly as he gets up and Brendon wordlessly followed him into the back of the bus. Hm. That’s weird. The boys seem to have knowing looks as well. What are you missing? You are left alone with the rest of the band and Dallon speaks up to fill the silence.

“So where are you from?” He asks.

“I’m from Massachusetts,” You reply, “About 45 minutes outside Boston.”

“Oh I thought I heard a bit of an accent!” Dan chimed in.

“Yeah I definitely still have remnants of it for sure,” You nod. Your mind wanders, thinking about what Zach and Brendon are talking about. You hear their voices low, but you can’t make out any words.

”You thinking what I’m thinking?” Brendon asks.

“Yup,” Zach confirms.

”I think she’s a perfect fit,” Brendon nods.

“I didn’t really have a girl in mind I guess,” Zach laughs to himself.

“A fucking beautiful girl, too? She sure does know how to hold her own,” Brendon smiles.

“Military doesn’t fuck around,” Zach adds.

“So, we’re in agreement then?” Brendon asks.

“Definitely,” Zach confirms.

Zach and Brendon return into the room and they sit down.

“Y/n,” Zach started, “We’ve been looking to step up our security.” You nod absentmindedly. This was starting to sound like a proposition... “We think your military background would make you an excellent candidate for the position.”

Wait... What? Is he? Are they? Is this? Your only response is a curious look. You can’t comprehend what he is saying without a very specific confirmation of what you think is happening. Brendon notices and helps you out.

“We’d like to hire you, Y/n,” Brendon said reassuringly, “We would love to have you on board.”

You are too shocked to speak at first. You probably had the dumbest look on your face but you can’t be bothered to wipe it away.

“Me?” You ask.

“Yeah you,” Zach laughed. You’re an idiot, of course it’s you.

“So I’d work for you guys?” You ask.

“Yes,” Brendon chuckles. They were offering you a job, of course it’s to work for them.

“I would... Go on tour with you and everything?” You ask hesitantly.

“Yeah,” Brendon says.

“Wow, I... Oh my god, I don’t.. Wow!” You can’t muster up a coherent sentence. Brendon finds your shock incredibly endearing. He smiles at you so sweetly.

“As long as you can provide a couple of references and clean background check, it could be a done deal. Tell you what,” Zach begins, “Let’s exchange info and you can think about it for a while.”

“Ugh I don’t need any time,” you reply with a humorous tone. Everyone laughs a bit.

“Alright,” Zach replies. “We can get together soon and talk figures and details, okay?”

“Yes,” you reply softly, and get totally pumped, “Yes!” you smile wildly, barely understanding the wonderful situation that has unfolded. You look down at the floor and shake your head. “Wow, what a night, I can’t... I went to a Panic at the Disco concert, I took down a teenage girl like a fucking adversary, I met Panic at the Disco, I got hired by Panic at the Disco. I’m going on tour with Panic at the Disco. What the fuck is happening right now?” You spill out the entirety of your night, the words pouring out at an embarrassingly high speed with no breaks for a breath.

You look up and all of them are quietly laughing, amused by the summary of your incredible night.

“Damn, that’s quite the fucking day,” Brendon giggles in agreement. You melt at the sound.

Zach gives you all of his contact information and you set up a time to meet.

“Thank you so much!” You address them.

“Oh my god, no,” Dallon replies, “Thank you! You saved our asses tonight!”

“Anytime!” You reply happily.

Each of them hug you goodbye, Brendon is the last. He squeezes you tightly and releases you. His face falls into seriousness as he speaks quietly to you.

“Really, Y/n,” he says kindly, “Thank you.” His gaze on you feels like warm sunlight. You can only nod in response.

You part ways and step off the bus. You walk away and once you think you’re far enough, you begin to celebrate with yourself. “Holy fucking shit!” The realization came over you. You grabbed at the air and yelled “Panic at the Disco?! Brendon fucking Urie?! Fuck yeah, Y/n!”

You paused, thinking it all through again. You stomped, you skipped, you hopped. “YASSSS”

You sang the chorus of Victorious to yourself, feeling perfectly nerdy.

Little did you know, Brendon peeked from the window of the bus and smiled to himself. He watched your whole celebration and couldn’t help but giggle as you sang his song. He was in awe of your personality, such an incredible combination of strength, humor, and beauty. What a girl, he thought to himself, what a girl.

A/N: That’s all for now my loves, but stay tuned. Like/reblog if you’re feelin’ it!

Read the next chapter here: https://iwriteficsnottragediesladies.tumblr.com/post/164078662633/soldier-girl-part-2

[dachi-chan25]

Game of Thrones Season 7 Episode 5 Recap Pt. 3

WARNINGS: SPOILERS; not a D@€n€r¥$ fan; Jonsa shipper.

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8.- Back in Winterfell Lord Royce and Lord Glover are the North’s Mean Girls, talking shit about Jon to his back and regreating not naming Sansa QitN when they had the chance (OK as a Sansa fan I saw lot of my fellow fans were pissed that she got no credit whatsoever for retaking WF and that she should have been queen, I agreed that she deserved to get recognized but didn’t feel she wanted to be queen, but nevertheless it was good to see she has won her people’s respect after all she went through) Sansa thanks them but defends Jon’s claim in a very polite way. Arya watched all the scene, and she walks with Sansa to her chambers (Jon won that argument, good to know) that are her parents’s chambers while Sansa is like I warned Jon the North wouldn’t wait on him like Ghost (my shipper heart is pleased that they disscused this sort of things), Arya is clearly not happy about how Sansa managed things and Sansa being the observant girl she is immediately picks up on it and prompts Arya to speak her mind about what’s bothering her, because that’s what she did with Jon: she talked things through even if they didn’t agree on everything they were never afraid to speak clearly about it they loved and appreciated the other so much mere disagreements would never come between them. Arya is very different though and she is very harsh and unfair to Sansa,I understand her personality is different from Jon and Sansa, she is a more action type of person, she has taken revenge and now she is at home she can’t bear the thought of this people disrespecting her beloved big bro and her sister, the one she had a lot of friction with, just standing there and listening without screaming or hitting them, but Sansa is right she can’t do those things without repercussions, Arya is like there won’t be repercussions if you kill them (tell that to Robb) and Sansa (bless her soul) tries to explain the situation they are in, and how much Jon and the North need this people and that is much better working together than killing everyone (gosh now I really want Sansa to meet D) she gives Arya a reality check on how WF wasn’t just handed to them. Honestly Sansa Queen of everything 2kforever. Arya retorts in a very childlish way about how Sansa just wants to make sure people will accept her in case Jon dies, and Sansa is horrified that her sister would say such a thing (also I think she is horrified by the thought of Jon dying) and Arya keeps taunting her. No fuck I’m out of here, never wanted this Starkbowl stuff, didn’t wanted it with Jon don’t want it with Arya, why do the writers make her Sound like every Sansa hater ever???? Sansa does not deserve this (Dickon come back pls and sweep my baby off her feet in those amazing arms of yours) I understand Arya hasn’t still procesed Sansa’s changes and she loves Jon and hates to see people trash talking him but no sorry, Ned already had told her she and her sister needed each other even if they were so different, and Arya said she didn’t hated Sansa Back then, I just hope this nonsense is over quickly because I Love the Stark Sisters too much.

9.- So the magnificent plan of Tyrion starts with convincing Jaime to tell Cersei to grant the Suicide Squad an audience so they can show her the WW, and they will need to go to KL, Davos smuggles them and then goes off to find my boy Gendry.

My boy is Back on the blacksmith business, and Davos makes a joke about rowing (he is the daddiest dad of the 7 realms) and he is trying to explain their super amazing mission but Gendry is like dude idc I just wanna go away from this shit hole and fight some Lannisters on the way with my magical Baratheon Hammer like the one my daddy had.

#AtrueBaratheon.

Tyrion apparently convinced/payed to Bronn so he would take Jaime to creepy dragon basement, Jaime is clearly conflicted at seeing Tyrion, but still he listens.

Back on the boat some gold capes found their boat, Davos is a Master of manipulation and manages to fool them ‘til Tyrion shows up, fear not cuz Gendry puts that Hammer to use (he is epic guys) and Davos is practically signing those adoption papers.

10.- Jaime goes to Cersei’s chambers, she was talking with Qyburn and sasses the heck out of Jaime when he asks what was Qyburn doing there, anyway Jaime tells Cersei about his talk with Tyrion and the WW, Cersei is very dismissive (must be real easy when she hasn’t seen the Dragons or the WWs) but she thinks she can use this in her favor, also she is preggo (oh god why do I feel this is emotional manipulation or she is reaching menopausia?) they kiss and god Jaime stop.

11.- Our boat buddies are back on DS (traveling doesn’t make any sense what is time? What is distance? Who knows? No really jokes aside I understand they have to advance this plot fast as possible cuz they have only 2 episodes left this season) and Davos warns Gendry not to mention his dad or real name to King Jon, and that’s the first thing Gendry does!!! LMAO, this friendship is epic already (RobertxNed2.0) and Jon smiles for the first time in the south (dude he was almost dead all his time in DS but his bastard buddy shows up and he immediately jokes and laughs) this is my favorite bromance, and Davos is worried for this unruly sons of his (so he is Jon Arryn 2.0 right???)

So the very next day? Week? Who knows? They depart, Jorah gets a sad goodbye with D, and Jon a very awkward one, for real D is tryin to flirt and Jon says 'good fortune in the wars to come’?? Wasn’t it the same thing “The Sword of Morning” told Ned before they fought to death??? I mean one can clearly see Jon can’t wait to get the fuck out of Dragonstone, D makes goggly eyes at the boat (Jon) while Jorah turns back makes puppy eyes at D, and Jon is pushing harder to go as soon as possible.

11.- Back on the Citadel, Gilly is reading (I miss Shireen so much, she would have been so proud) some stuff of a Maester obssessed with registers, and discovers a prince Ragger (Imma call him that forever, thanx Gilly) got an annulment and married someone else in Dorne. We all, know this is about fuckboi Ragger Tupperwere and his rightful wife Elia Martell princes of DORNE, so you tell me this fucker not only humilliated her publicy on Harrenhall’s tourney but also re-married in her homeland?? And made her children bastards???? Seriously most of you don’t know how hard it is as a PoC and specially a WoC and watch this stupid bullshit where a woman of color’s suffering and humilliation just serves to further a white character’s (Jon Snow) storyline, while Raggers gets this beautiful memory lane stories about him singing the Poor, and people justifying his selfish bullshit with OMG he didn’t Love Elia he did it for true wuv!!! Miss me that bullshit who said Elia loved the bitch??? Yet still beared with dignity all the awful stuff he did, not only that but her and her children died (awful, awful deaths, not in a battlefield glorified as a song ones) scorned and set aside by Rhaegar while he was protecting new wifey and his new white super speshul babe.

I am beyond angry at this.

Anyway, Sam doesn’t care (nobody does really, they don’t even say her FUCKING name) cuz the maesters just won’t listen, so he steals some books and fucks out of the Citadel with his family.

12.- Yeah so in WF Arya is the worst spy ever following LF around, and he is purposefully as shady as he can be, Maester Wolkan gives him a copy of a letter and LF very loudly thanks him in Sansa’s name, he get’s the letter inside his chambers and goes away, Arya enters his chamber and finds the letter you know that one Sansa was manipulated into writing to protect her dad and the rest of her family, and Arya buys it. Honestly I am too empty now to care, Arya got played by a obvious stupid scheme but I can’t find the enrgy to care about all this drama.

13.- On Eastwatch, Jon and co. Talk with Tormund, who talks about the Dragon Queen and the one who fucks her brother (tha made me laugh a lot cuz Jon’s uncomfortable expression and Gendry’s smile) and he is frustrated cuz why didn’t they brought Brienne??? Jon’s smile is amazing and I am glad he is among people he is comfortable with. The moronic plan is laid, and Tormund is like well we are not the only ones who wants to go beyond the wall Tormund takes them to the cell, the Bannerless Brotherhood is there, and everyone hates each other suddenly, but the Hound hates everyone and makes them shut up, Jon frees them and they go to their stupid ass mission.

———– *sigh* Yeah so this is all, next week (May the gods help me) I’ll try to stop being so repulsed so I can Watch the next episode.

[saintjojis]

Not the Sun Pt. 1

ANONYNOUS Requested:

Can you do a jungkook or Taehyung fuckboy AU? Where like you hated him so much, and they liked that about you. Then Y/N would play hard to get and stuff. They need to hook up tho! You can do it like a chapter story or a one shot idc.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Genre: Fuck Boy!Bangtan, Angst, Smut

Word Count: 1,172

A/N: The person who asked for this sounded a little rude imo, but it’s still a good request so here it is lol

Your whole life you’d known Taehyung. When you were kids he was an okay guy, you never were too close with him. Once you started high school you were thankful you’d kept your distance. Once puberty hit Taehyung, he was unstoppable. He looked harmless, like a model student; but everyone knew that behind that façade hid a very different Tae.  The Taehyung that went out and got drunk every weekend, the one that found any pretty girl to make feel like ‘the one’ just for the night. The one with a horrible reputation with women. The one walking with a different girl under his arm every week. That Taehyung. You never were interested in him or any of his dumb friends, but that didn’t deter him from making advances anyway. Which was the reason you hardly went to parties anymore. As much as you avoided him, though, he would always find you. He always seemed to know where to find you if he really needed to. Which was usually to ask for classwork or homework in exchange for “favors”. You wound up just passing it to him so he’d leave you alone, which worked for a while.

All the way to senior year you managed to be one of the few girls who hadn’t sucked Taehyung’s dick, so when graduation came you were more than happy to move away for university. You figured that there was no way he’d kept up all his grades, so you’d probably never see him again. Everything was well, and you couldn’t be happier.

Once you were off to college, all memories of Taehyung and his little group of womanizers were but a haze. You wouldn’t have to deal with that anymore, you could finally be away from everyone you hated. The first week went by smoothly, your classes were great and your classmates weren’t completely obnoxious. Everything was pretty standard until about three weeks in, when you spotted a familiar face when you walked into class one morning. Your eyes weren’t deceiving you, it really was him. What the fuck is he doing here. You quickly found your seat hoping he hadn’t seen you and just focused on taking out your work and getting ready, unfortunately, you were a little slow. You heard the sound of footsteps making their to your side of the class, then a presence sitting next to you.

“Hello, sweetheart. Long time no see, did you miss me?” His voice was a little deeper than you remembered. You didn’t even bother to look at him, the less you interacted the better. “Come on, are you really gonna play like that?” This wasn’t a fucking game, it was a damn sign for him to go away. Instead you just focused on the notes in front of you.

“You can pretend you don’t know me all you want, (y/n), but I know you.”

“Do you fucking need something? Can’t you see I’m fucking busy?” You said, the venom could be felt in your words. Tae pretended to be offended by your harsh tone.

“Is that any way to talk to an old friend, (y/n)? I’m just trying to be friendly.” He seemed to be taking this a fucking joke. Whatever he was trying to do wasn’t going to work, you weren’t having any of it.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Like tangled between another girl’s legs?” Okay maybe that was a bit much, however, Tae didn’t seem fazed.

“You know, I should be, but here I am putting up with you instead.” He said with as much indignation as you. “So make this worthwhile, or you’ll be the one to make it up to me.” His tone a little lighter, but you still didn’t know whether if he was joking or not.

“You’re the one wasting my time with this pointless conversation, so ‘make it worthwhile, or you’ll be the one to make it up to me.’ Now leave.” Shocker, he didn’t leave, but you didn’t actually expect him to. He just sat there a little defeated. The class went by in silence between you two, occasionally he’d kick you to get your attention, but his efforts were fruitless. He was being childish, and you didn’t want to put up with it. The hour seemed to last forever, but when it was finally over you made sure to be the last to leave so that he wouldn’t be following you around, you thought he’d want to go meet with whatever friends he had now as soon as class ended so you were in no rush. You were half right. He was the first to leave, but to your surprise he’d been waiting so that the hallway was empty by the time you decided to step out of the room. As soon as you stepped out, Tae backed you into the wall, trapping you between his arms. You didn’t even face him, the sooner you could get this done with the better.

“What the fuck do you want? I have somewhere else to be.” You lied, he didn’t seem to care.

“You’re not leaving until you say my name.” Childish? Certainly. But if it got you out faster then you’d do it.

“Kim Taehyung. Happy? Can I go now?” You tried moving his arm out of the way, but he held his ground.

“Not exactly, you still owe me for wasting my time, sweetheart.” He had to be joking. Owe him? If anything he owed you, he was the one wasting your time.

“Good luck with that, pal. I have to go.” Again, you tried in vain to move him out of the way. You looked at him, his expression gave it all away. It was one of his stupid fucking tricks. As quickly as you had looked you turned away, but he held your face to look at him.

“(Y/n), you’ve gotten prettier. You know that?” That was so lame, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. He could definitely pull something better than that. Just as you were about to speak your train of thought was interrupted by his lips on yours. His aura was gentle, this kiss was anything but. His hand found its way into your hair to give him better leverage in the kiss, the other holding you closer to him. You put your hands up to his chest to protest, but you melted into him you couldn’t help but kiss back. He kissed you like you were about to dissipate and he wanted to remember your taste. He pulled your hair lightly causing you to gasp, he used that to slide his tongue in your mouth. It was so good, but you hated to admit it. You came back to your senses and pushed him away, he didn’t put up a fight and stepped back catching his breath. A grin spread across his face, you were both horrified and ecstatic. You couldn’t help but smile a little too.

“You should waste my time more often.”