#past reationship

[sirenmoth]

Quokka

John Price x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Based off this post by @palomanh CW fluff. domestic fluff, 141 being 141, romantic teasing, bullying the old man, lovingly of course, soft simon riley, establised reationship

Over the course of who knows how many months you've been staring at the Captian of the 141, something about him reminded you off something but you can't place what. You've heard the jabs and jokes around the task force and the base that he was like a bear, big and grumpy, and you could understand why. Prices' broad shoulders and soft layer of fat covering the muscles, not quite ripped but not quite a full dad bod, his mutton chops that was his pride and joy and his thin covering of body hair. But there is something else he remined you off, and it was bothering you that it was hard to find out.

Watching as his crows feet appear around his eyes as he smiles, watching them shape them. An unapologetic sign of his age, Price was focused on this weeks newspaper crossword, a routine you've come to love, it gives you time to admire him. But right now, you had other plans as you typed over and over again, trying to figure out what was bothering you for months now, the thought never left, just tucked away in the back of your brain.

After what felt like hours you finally got your answer, "That's it!" you suddenly announce, throwing your head back against the back of the couch, phone in hand. A loud overdramatic sigh leaves your lips in relief as the ever present annoying question was answered.

"What's what, bonnie?" The Scotsman asks, attention now on you, a puzzled look on his face, the rest of the men present was now looking at you as well, confused on your sudden outburst. "Care to share with the class?" he grins at you.

"Yea, come on" Gaz chimes in, equally as intrigued in your excitement. "What have you been searching for the past ten mintues? Must be important, you have been very silent, which isn't like you." The other sergeant points out.

Pointing towards the beared man, sitting in his self proclaimed armchair, drinking a cup of tea, eyes focused on one of the crossword riddles. "Quokka" you plainly say, eyeing down the older man, "That's what you remind me of, a quokka." That remark gets Price to look up off the newspaper, granting you an unsatisfied look.

Groaning, knowing you're getting nowhere with it, "Ya know, the rat looking thing thats the size of a house cat, primarily nocturnal rodent that lives in Australia?" Hoping that gets your point across.

"I think you've lost it." Ghost speaks, glaring you down from where he sat. Sighing you get and walk over to him, getting a picture of one up. Holding it out for the masked man to see, to which he did a double take between the picture on the screen the captian.

Down at the picture. Up to the Captian.

A hearty laugh, deep from within his chest, rings out, the outline of a faint smile underneath the mask, "It's like a spitting image of him, put a hat on it and there'd be no difference." Both of you catch a glimpse of the side-eye the older brit shoots over.

"Its' closest supposed relatives are the kangaroo and wallabie, though they've been documented to grab and eat leaves like a koloa does," You explain, strolling over to the two sergeants, asking and begging to see what one of them looks like, "they can hop like a rabbit but their typical mode of transport is on all fours, they have a eating habit similar to a giraffe, quokkas actually have two stomachs to help digest food," placing your phone down in front of the two men, their eyes widing at the picture of what the rodent looks like, "They also sleep like bats, minus the upside down part, instead they put their head between their front feet." You finish explaining to the four men on what a quokka is.

Soap and Gaz burst out laughing, doing the same gesture as Ghost, looking back and forth between the phone and their captian. Gaz held the electronic device up as a maekshift side by side view, "Wait, that's not Cap?" Gaz manages to get out, "But it looks so alike him." Soap doesn't seem to get a single word out, struggling to get his laughter under control, resting his head in his hands to try and catch his breath, you catch Ghost stopping himself from joining in with the gaggle of laughs. Price still doesn't seem impressed.

"Quokkas are kinda friendly. They've been known to take pictures with tourists, though its advised you shouldn't. Ya know. them being wild animals and all." Giving a warm smile to the unethusiastic old man, who gives you a sarastic one back, "Want to see?" taking your phone back and walking over to Price, setting it down in front of him, "I think it really comes out when you smile."

Price glances down at it, shaking his head, "I don't see it." He bluntly says, going back to his crossword. Not giving up yet, you open your photos to grab a picture of Price smiling before placing it back down, swiping between the two pictures to help him get a better look. "Why do you have a photo of me smiling, luvie?" he signs, putting his pen down.

"Why not," You shurg, "I have one as my background" innocently smiling at him, "The beard helps, gives you a cuddly look. I can see it, both you and a quokka are both very cute, both got a adorable smile. You're known to kill if needed though" You jest, pulling a chair out to sit next to him, studying his expressions as he examines the two photos.

After a while Price gives another sigh, a small smile spreads across his face as he shakes his head at your and the team's antics, "Ok, there's some similiarities, I guess." The room bursts out in a roar of cheers, the captian watches in adoration in his eyes as he watches you interact with his men, watches the shine in your eyes as you show the men more photos of the rodent you said that Price looks like, standbying everything you're saying.

Going back to to his puzzle, something you said prior stopped him, looking back up at you, confused, "Did you just say you have a photo of me smiling as your phone background?" he asks.

You stand, setting the chair back where it was, "Don't worry about it." you reply, leaving to finish some paperwork and files due for that afternoon, leaving the captian to finish his crossword puzzle in peace and quite.

Later when you retire back to your room, getting ready to wind down for bed, a glimpse of a small, brown fuzzy ball sitting on your pillow catches your attention. A quokka stuffed animal, with a small replica boonie hat on it's head, clearly showing you who set it there. How he managed to get one so quickly was anyones guess. Picking it up, the small plushed creature looked at you with soft eyes and a warm smile, leaving you with the mental image of a certain captian.

Finishing your nightime routine, now accompied with a new friend. Climbing under the covers, snuggling close to the plush muttering to yourself "and he says he's not sentimental" before closing your eyes for some well deserved sleep. He's going to hate it when he finds out you've named it Price Jr.

[newwritergirl]

Starting over | Part 11

Masterlist

Summary: Their relationship develops further and an important confession is made.

Trigger Warnings: 18+!, past abusive reationship, reader has some health issues (migraine, kidney, a scar), mentions of previous assault, au and maybe ooc, angst, poly relationship, previous smut mentioned.

A/N: Fell free to reblog or let me know if you like it (or not). Thanks to all readers for your support!

Word Count: 2.0+ k

"I'm getting a washcloth and towel for both of you." Bradley says as he got his breath back, stroking caringly over y/n's back with a feather light touch. It was the best orgasm he's ever had, the most intense and shattering even if he didn't get the chance to feel his girlfriend completely, but there will be so much more occasions.

Meanwhile Jake caresses the body of the woman on top of him. He still can't believe what has happened minutes ago. It had to be a dream. He's never felt anything so intense before. It was perfect. No, it was more than perfect. Of course he had his fair share of women in his bed and hell, he isn't proud of his bachelor years. But this, this is what he always dreamed of. His heart skips a beat as he looks down to the woman resting on his chest. Her head nestled on his broad chest, her body totally slack. She hasn't said a word or moved since she collapsed on him. Does she regret something?

"Hey, sweetheart. You ok?" Jake whispers in y/n's ear and tucks her hair behind her ear to take a look at her beautiful face. Her eyes are closed and she doesn't make a move to answer him. He grabs her shoulders to lift her upper body a bit, but still no reaction. Slowly he starts to panic.

"Y/n? Can you hear me?" He calls her name a bit louder now when he gently rolls her limp body of his own to lay her down on her back beside him. Bradley enters the bedroom with the washcloth and the towel he got to help cleaning up his partners, just to see Jake shaking their girlfriend.

A small nearly inaudible whimper leaves the young woman's mouth when finally her eyes flutter open.

"I think she passed out. Y/n, you with me?" The blonde pilot explains to Bradley.

After her chattering orgasm everything around her was just a white noise, she couldn't focus on anything than her shivering body when white spots filled her vision. Before she could say or do anything she collapsed on Jake’s chest. Why isn't she laying on the warm and broad body of the blonde aviator anymore? Why is someone saying her name so loudly and shaking her shoulders? Slowly her senses come back to her and she tries to open her tired eyes.

"Fuck, she passed out? Princess, hey…"

Both men are hovering above her, eyes full of concern and still naked. Holy shit, this wasn't a dream. She really had the best sex of her life with these two stunning men. A small smile is forming on her face, her lips still a bit swollen from being kissed passionately.

"There she is. You passed out on us, sweetcake. How do you feel?" Jake asks with clearly concern in his voice.

How does she feel? Whole, content, exhausted but also so loved and a bit sore. Her heartrate is now back to a normal pace, her body isn't shaking anymore, but she still can feel the electricity which spread through her whole body minutes ago.

"I'm good. So good…" she whispers clearly exhausted.

---

Bradley and Jake gave her a bit time to recover further before they force her to drink a whole glass of water. Her legs are still feeling like Jell-O, walking slowly like a newborn fawn. It feels like a reincarnation. Her two boyfriends awaked the old y/n, the one with self-confidence and a healthy introspection. The y/n who died on the hand of her abusive ex is slowly reappearing. Still shy and diffident in most situations but with the knowledge what influence she has on men. With a beautiful and kind heart not afraid to open up to people she loves.

"You scared us there, princess. A woman passing out? That was new, even for Hangman." Bradley says with a light chuckle as he looks down on the woman resting in his arms.

"Hey, I heard that." Jake shouts from the open kitchen in the direction of Bradley and y/n who are currently cuddling on the couch, waiting for their partner so finish their late dinner.

"I'm sorry, Roo-y. But… I don't know. It was so intense, so… Just wow."

Bradley lets out a rumbled laugh at her comment.

"It was also very wow for me and Jake." He places a soft kiss on the top of her head. His warm body and the gentle strokes all over body make her all sleepy and she feels her eyes slowly drop.

"Don't you fall asleep on me. Jakey will be very mad if you won't eat his dinner."

---

Finally all three found their way to bed. It is like they were made for each. Perfectly fitting into each other arms. Y/n lies in the middle of the strong aviators, seeking their warmth and their protection. She can finally let loose, all her worries and pains seem so far away when she is with Bradley and Jake. Her demons and her fears in the rearmost corner of her brain. A content sigh leaves her plump lips as he feels Jake's hand drawing patterns on her back, while her chest his pressed into Bradley's side, head resting on his muscular chest. The brunette looks down at the young woman in his arms a smile spread across his face when he sees her relaxed features clearly enjoying the affection both men give her. His heart explodes in his chest. He can't keep quiet any longer, in a tender whisper he needs to get it off his chest. A small 'I love you' can be heard in her bedroom followed by a 'we love you' from the man behind her. Her eyes flutter open. Did she hear that right? They love her? These three words were almost foreign for her. Her ex never used them. She is used to be attacked, verbally and physically. She is used to be called names and other nasty stuff. But love? She always wondered if she's even loveable. If there will be ever someone who loves her just the way she is. Hearing those words make her heart skip a beat. Warmth is spreading through her body.

"You don't have to say it back just yet. We just want you to know that you're everything for us. You're perfect." Jake speaks again in a quiet tone and continues to caress the soft skin of her bare back.

---

"Okay, spill!" Nat crosses her arms in front of her chest to appear more authoritative, in a playful manner of course.

Y/n looks up from her steaming cup of coffee that she cradled in her hands. Nat has some spare time and the two women decided to get a coffee and enjoy some quiet minutes in the sun. The coffee is warming y/n's hand, it's a rather cold day but the intensive rays of sunshine are feeling good and the crisp air is also refreshing.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Nat." Y/n lightly chuckles at her friend’s behavior.

"You, my sweet dear, know exactly what I'm talking about. You're glowing. Constantly smiling. You seem happier. So tell me, what happened…" Phoenix isn't normally an overly curious person. But the change in her friend is so obvious that she has to know what happened over the weekend in the Rooster-Hangman-Princess household.

Y/n doesn't know how to answer Nat's question. Of course she feels gorgeous. The weekend was more than perfect. But she grows shy and just shrugs her shoulders.

"Okay, Mrs. I-don't-know-what-you-mean, let me get that straight. You look fucked…"

A fountain of hot coffee is spilling out of y/n mouth, fortunately with so much strength that she doesn't stain her white blouse.

"Natasha…" She lets out a loud gasp.

Natasha laughs loudly at the young woman's reaction. So she clearly hit the mark. It seem like her two colleagues clearly clarified their ménage á trois situation over the last days since she talked some sense in these morons.

"You know you can talk to me." The female aviator winks at her friend. Totally aware of the natural shy and introverted personality of the smaller woman.

Y/n can't help herself and smirk when she thinks of how she spent the last weekend.

"Yeah, you're probably right?!" The shy woman says in a rushed whisper.

"DIOS MIO, I KNEW IT. These morons finally made their purposes clear. Thank God. I must say, they are good looking, sexy even, don't you ever tell them, but having two well build Naval men in my bedroom… I would also have this fucked-out look you have currently."

Y/n can't stop her laughing, how she loves Phoenix attitude. "But, it's really fresh and I'm a bit afraid…"

"You have nothing to be afraid of, okay? I know that Bradley and Jake are both totally nuts about you. And the whole Squad will stand behind you three! But I will keep your sexy little secret as long as you want."

Unbeknown to the two women a dark figure is lurking around the corner of the aircraft hangar intently listening to their hushed conversation. So the little vixen is fucking both her roommates, that's interesting.

---

After the huge security gap three weeks ago the situation calmed down a bit for the young IT-specialist. She's currently working on some updates on the internal computer program but it's fortunately not as stressful as a lost transponder or the Admiral unknowingly inviting some virus in their system. The relationship between her and the two aviators developed further the last weeks. It starts to feel more natural to her to have two boyfriends. Coming home is now even more pleasant. It feels like they know each other for a whole lifetime. It's a peaceful and warm home and whenever she's cuddling into the two strong chests of her boyfriends her past is more and more becoming a long gone memory, fading away while making new memories with the men she loves. Well, the three words are still not coming over her lips. She loves them of course she does. But there's this still this very small piece of insecurity to say 'I love you'. Bradley and Jake are more than patient with their girlfriend. Her actions are enough proof that she also loves them, the small smile she has when they tell her that they love her, her cute blushing and of course her content little sighs are so much more valued than three little words.

Nat is still the only one who knows officially of their poly relationship but their friends and even Maverick have their suspicions of why these three look so much more content and happy the last weeks.

"You ready to head home, Princess? I'm craving a long shower…" Bradley asks as he enters y/n office. But he stops dead in his tracks when she is nowhere in sight. Where is she? She would never leave her office open when she's not in there.

"Yeah, I'm good to go…Ouch!" He hears her small voice from under her desk.

"Hey, you good?" The tall aviator hurries on the other side of her big wooden desk when he hears her painful groan.

"Just bumped my head. Fucking broken USB port." She swears as she crawls from under her desk standing up to look at one of her boyfriends.

"Let me see…" Bradley cradles her head in his hand searching for a possible injurie. "…oh you have already a small lump on your head." He says as he strokes gently over the head of the smaller woman and places a soft kiss beside her injury.

"Nothing too serious, so what about that shower, you mentioned earlier?" Y/n stands up on her tiptoes to kiss the pilots delicious looking lips. A groan is leaving his mouth when she softly licks his upper lip tickling his mustache.

"You gonna be the death of me…"

"Am I missing something?" Jake says after he enters y/n's office, catching his partners kissing passionately.

Y/n breaks the kiss and turns around to greet the blonde pilot. "Roo-y mentioned something about a long shower…"

@djs8891

@megalony

@darksparklesficrecs

[elizaxspears]

Shipping with William is so strange. I feel like you look at him and think he wouldn't work with anyone but then I've come to realise that he works well with a lot of characters? The popular Grelliam, the semi-popular Ronilliam, the SebWill's, the Eric/William or Alan/William, Undertaker/William and even down to the rareest pairs like Mey-Rin/William. He just, works?

I used to be one of those people who disliked OC/Canon but I've quickly changed my mind on that when I created an OC for him that was meant to be a horrible person but very swiftly devloped into an in depth reationship marred by lies and decit that formed into a deep love or willing to give her up so she may live a better life then what he could provide with everything taken from him (depnds on the story I want to write). Like genuinely, she's become 'canon' to me now and she's always part of his life whether his past is mentioned or not and I love them?

IDK, I'm rambling at this point, but I just wanted to say that shipping with William is a strange yet fulfilling expereince because I love the angst but I also love giving William the love and support and care that he deserves.

Listen, I have a lot of William thoughts. A LOT of William thoughts and some times, I just need to blurb and get them out there lmao

[desultory-novice]

I like the shifting gold veins. Its like his splintered body is ever-shifting, barely holding itself together. Great contrast to a more static Clockwork Mags.

...! I like that, actually! Let's go with that!

You're right about the parallels/contrast with Clockwork Mags too. Didn't even think of that when drawing them but it's clever!

Speaking of, their friendship dynamics have swapped sides too...

-

Mechalor still loves to shock people without remorse. (Sometimes literally "shock.") And he lies, like, all the time. "KIRBY, DID YOU KNOW... <tells blatant falsehood with a straight face>?" types.

Marx...doesn't really like to mess with people that much anymore. He finally knows what it feels like to hurt and be hurt and it turns out, that's not fun at all. That and, at least from Marx's perspective, his Master Crown scars defeat the "harmless, innocent" facade he used to use to get away with everything. (No one actually minds them, mind you, but to him, it ruined a part of his gimmick.)

As a result, he's now the one who puts a damper on Magolor's unending stream of hijinks and bad ideas.

Mechalor finds this change in his friend a little dull ("WE HAD SO MANY PLANS. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?") but he keeps up his reationship with Marx despite their new differences because...

...Marx was the only one who knew him really well before the Nova incident. Unlike the apologetic Main Game Magolor, Mechalor has failed in his attempts to make a serious apology/gain real friends. (Kirby cares about literally everyone, but Mechalor can't seem to bond with Taranza or Susie or Bandee or the others...) When they're all together, he's treated somewhat like "the annoying team robot that no one can turn off." (even though he's more like a cyborg.)

To his surprise, this doesn't actually bother him! But that's because he seems to be losing touch with his humanity. That Marx is the only one who insists on calling him Mags/Magolor despite Mechalor's attempts to get him to stop pulls a wire in Mechalor's clockwork heart that he just can't bare to cut loose. So lets himself share with Marx the kinds of thoughts he's...not sure how to tell anyone else. 

(Meanwhile, Marx, when he's not resting off the pain, talks to him about this new dream he's got to se up The Grand Marx Circus.)

--

As for their status as a potential couple in this AU, they probably were boyfriends - in the past. They're something else now that they can't quite figure out. To Mechalor relationships are very "???." He can't even process how he might be Marx's boyfriend again like this. (But that's just part of the whole "losing himself" up above.) Marx also knows they can't just "go back to before" but he can't forget and will still come up with reasons to nuzzle up to Magolor.

[jasico-challenges]

Merry Christmas @grief-and-daisies!

Title: Oh, ho, the mistletoe (is hung where you can see)

Rating: T

Word count: 4,894

Warnings: None

Summary: Nico gasped as he felt his hand get impressively hot and grasped it out of Jason’s grip to see it was slowly turning purple where the blond had touched him. “Wow” Nico looked up at the sound of Jason’s whisper. The boy was holding his now blue hand close to his chest and smiled at Nico “Hey-” Nico didn’t let the boy finish. Instead, with panic raising on his chest, he stepped on the nearest shadow. When the darkness started to surround him, he saw Jason’s own panicked face, the son of Jupiter looking at him in despair. The last thing Nico heard was Jason’s scream. “Wait!”

Or,

Jason and Nico come to Camp Half-Blood to celebrate their first Christmas together after the Giant war. Between flashbacks from the past, nightmares and christmas presents, they figure out how to tell their friends the truth about their reationship.

Special Message to giftee: Hi! I hope you like your gift! I've always wanted to explore the Soulmate trope, it was so much fun! Merry Christmas!

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

It Wasn’t in the Contract: One

Bucky stood in front of the window and looked down at the street below. It was another busy city morning. People milled about on the side walk. Cars jammed the street. And it was his. 

He had the city in his pocket. He owned Judges, Lawyers, Cops, Journalists... Nothing could touch his operation. After almost a decade of building his team. Building his empire. He was making money hand over fist. More than he could ever spend in a life time. 

But what he needed right now, he couldn’t buy.

He needed a wedding date.

And not just any date. He needed you. 

Because somehow, in the last decade, he’d neglected to tell his ma, and his sisters that you’d left. That he’d let his ambition get in the way. And that when he’d hurt you, left you cold and lonely one too many times, you’d gone. Set yourself up in Paris. And now, he knew he was in too deep. He couldn’t back pedal now. He had to get you to come with him. Or he’d never live it down.

His Ma, he knew had an inkling. Hell. By now she probably knew. And knew everything. But he’d be damned if he was gonna sit through any lectures the week of Becca’s wedding. He just. He wanted the week to be nice. And if he was honest... After 9 years apart, after watching your career flourish at a distance. After watching you do everything you set out to do... He wanted to see you. Tell you he missed you. 

Because after 9 years, the problem with everyone he ever dated was simple. They. Weren’t. You. When they looked up at him in the afterglow, snuggling into his chest, it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like home. And god. Did he want to go home. Even if it was just to say ‘hello’.

_________

The flight to Paris had been long. But, at least first class had come with Wi-fi. And alcohol. It had made it so that, at the very least, he’d managed to sleep a little. So by the time he was in his hotel and had his bag unpack he was... Well frankly he was getting nervous. 

He knew that it was probably bullshit. The feeling in his chest that told him, beyond a shadow of a doubt that you were somewhere in the city. That if he looked out over his /balcony you’d be right there. Waiting for him. Looking for him too. 

And he laughed at himself a little. If you heard him  say it out loud, you would probably have laughed at him too. You were never the romantic type. Not really. You were too practical and grounded for that. Romantic movies bored you to tears. Sappy, sentimental family movies were even worse. “Life isn’t like the movies.”

You’d told him that once during an argument. Right before the break up. When all you’d done was argue. Bucky had told you he wanted a baby. You’d told him that you wanted to finish school. That you wanted to get designs onto shelves. That you wouldn’t have time to take care of a baby AND start your shop. Bucky had said that he’d help you. And even when it first came out he knew it was a lie. He was trying to keep himself and his crew out of jail and make enough money to pay off his dad’s debts. He didn’t have time for a baby either. But it sounded good. And if it had been a movie you would have melted into his arms. It would have been fine. 

But it hadn’t been. No matter how much he wanted it to be. Because he hadn’t wanted to work. He hadn’t wanted to try and be the man you needed him to be. He’d been a dumb kid. A kid with a dream, sure. But a dumb kid none the less. And as he stood in front of your door, a bouquet of white roses in his hand, he couldn’t breathe. 

He knew there was a little gray at his temples. And in his bead when he didn’t stay clean shaven. And that maybe was wasn’t quite as trim as he’d been. But you? He’d seen pictures of you in articles. Even with all the photo magic photoshop shit, you still looked incredible. Maybe a little softer somehow. And the last of the puppy fat that had clung on to you for so long had finally melted away into some more mature features but...

That wasn’t the face that greeted him. 

The door swung open, a blast of cool, lavender and sage scented air hitting him in the face. And there was no doe eyed beauty staring at him in surprise. 

There was nothing but empty space and a glimpse of some yellow walls and polished wood floors. 

“Who are you?” 

The voice made him look down. And staring up at him was a kid. An 8-ish year old kid. With your eyes and a thick, unruly, mop of dark curls. Bucky can’t speak for a second. 

“I- I- I think I have the wrong address,” he managed after a second. 

The kid just shrugged and said, “Okay.” Swinging the door shut with a finality that made his head spin and his ears ring. 

He stood there for a long moment. Clutching the roses in his fist. And he felt sick. A kid. Was it his kid? How had you not told him? How had he not known? Nat-.

The thought stopped him dead in his tracks and scowling he turned, loping down your front steps and jerking his phone out of his pocket.

“Romanoff,” 

“She has a fucking kid, Natasha,” he growled, taking a deep breath to keep from screaming as he shoved the flowers into a trash bin. 

“Yeah, and?” she said, just barely managing to not sound surprised that he knew.

“How long have you known?” he said accusingly.

“Since she got the positive test,” she said calmly, “Shit. I was in the delivery room with her.”

“But-”

“We all knew. And no. Nicco isn’t yours. His dad is an Italian Model Y/N took a long weekend with a few years ago.” She says all of this calmly. As if the rug wasn’t ripped out from under him. As if he wasn’t struggling to breathe. He didn’t understand why. 

Why you wouldn’t have a baby with him but some random model knocked you up and now all of a sudden what? You wanted to play house? “They still together?” he asked, swallowing hard.

“Oh. God no,” Nat snorted, “He wanted fuck all to do with the kid. Y/N had him sign his rights away AT the hospital about 4 hours after he was born... I go visit a couple times a year... And we all tend to drop by when she comes state side.”

“Why did no one fucking tell me!” he exploded finally. 

“She asked us not too, Buck.” she murmured.

He hung up after that, shoving his phone in his pocket and turning to trudge up the street. He needed alcohol. A lot of it. And he needed to plan his next move.

__________

You half listen for your son’s footsteps in the hall and sneak a little peak at the page of his journal, rolling your eyes fondly. It’s a revised Birthday list, looks like. And like it has been since he was old enough to write it out, it was mostly clothes. 

At the top of the list, of course, was a new pair of boots (with heels please). You can hear it in his prim little voice and it makes you smile. Your little fashionista. He loved looking nice. And it was a constant source of contention that you refused to let him model. At least out side of little fun shoots at your studio. 

“Who was at the door, dearest?” you ask, smiling.

“Mom!” he scolded, “Don’t look at my list! It’s so last month.”

“Nicco,” you chuckle, “You just updated it yesterday.”

“No,” he corrected, “I thought about updating it yesterday... Can I have a pair of pumps?”

You make a soft thoughtful noise, “Yes,” you answer finally, “But not for school.”

“Mom-”

“I don’t want you spraining an ankle. Or damaging your feet,” you explain, “I know- I know. Wedges are terribly passe but. You’re not going to like needing your knees replaced when you’re my age.”

“Ew.”

“Exactly,” you hum, ruffling his hair, “Who was at the door?”

“Oh!” he said, crossing something off his list, “Some guy in a suit. Said he got the wrong address.” 

You nod, turning back to preparing dinner, “What should we have for dessert?” you muse out loud, already eyeing the box of brownie mix in the cupboard. 

“Brownies?” Nicco said, giving you his biggest, saddest eyes. His dimples appearing in his cheeks as he tried not to grin at you. A look that made you just melt. And one you can’t say no to. Even if you should.

You sigh, “Fine,” you tut, “But I’m not paying you to tell me I’m pretty when I get fat.”

“Mom,” he huffed, “You won’t have to pay me to tell you that.” And you really did melt then, kissing him on the cheek s you went to retrieve a mixing bowl.

“I mean,” he added, “If you do pay me I might tell you more often though.” 

And you can’t help it. You laugh. 

[glubbity]

i just opened up about my onesided crush / girlfriend ??? for the first time to someone, and i haven't really felt the intensity of my own emotions until now

[bring-the-storm]

Why Ladynoir is dating in secret

a guest post on the Ladyblog

posted 6 hours ago / 1,165,874 hits

I’m pretty sure all of us have heard about the Ladynoir drama by now. After all, today they were literally chosen to be Couple of the Year before Ladybug announced that they weren’t dating. And for some reason, a lot of you seem to be riled up about this, which is why I’m here to present my theory:

Ladybug and Chat Noir are dating in secret.

I know, this seems a little far-fetched at first glance, but once you start to thin about it... it begins to make sense.

We begin with the famous Ladynoir dynamic. Most of us had already assumed that they were dating until that theory was debunked earlier today. I mean, both of them are super flirty all. the. time. “M’lady?” Hand kisses? “Chaton?” HOW DOES THAT SEEM PLATONIC

Like... how are they not dating?

They’ve kissed twice. Once as a coincidence, i could believe, but TWICE?

In an interview with Nadja Chamack, when presented by photos of the kisses I mentioned previously, this was the hero’s reaction

Nadja: It's so obvious that you're both in love. Ladybug: These are just a bunch of photos taken out of context! We're only doing our job. We save the city every day, we're not a couple. Cat Noir: But hopefully, one day... Ladybug: Cat...not now!

Not... now? As in implying that they would be having more of this conversation later? Perhaps so Ladybug can remind her kitty that their relationship is supposed to be a secret.

Additionally, previously in the interview, 

Nadja: Ladybug, Cat Noir, a lot of fans think of you as a couple of superheroes. But also, and I quote unquote, as a couple. Period. Ladybug: (Ladybug shrieks upon hearing that accusation.) What? Nadja: Can you confirm that you're dating here, tonight? Ladybug: Uh-uh-I'm very sorry Nadja, but we're superheroes. We're not here to answer such personal questions.

Ladybug seems shocked and horrified at the prospect of dating the boy that she has been flirting with (calling him kitty, ringing his bell, ect.) all evening. She’s so quick to shoot down any theories, that when Nadja tries to ask about the already confirmed Ladynoir kiss (at that point in time, you may recall that Oblivio hadn’t happened yet), Ladybug ends the interview almost instantly.

Moving onto the famous Oblivio kiss itself, how did they even end up kissing in the first place? I know that our dear Ladyblogger has asked this question in the past and has come up with several theories, but I think it’s important to bring up again.

Specifically why they ended up kissing in the first place.

I don’t know about you, but if I suddenly woke up in a strange building with amnesia next to some random guy, I wouldn’t have gone from just meeting him for the first time, to kissing him in under an hour.

This leads me to believe that something in the tower led the hero duo to remember that they had a secret reationship, but they weren’t aware that it was a secret relationship. That’s why whenever it’s brought up, Ladybug tends to protest with, “our memories were wiped!”

Today, there was quite a scandal when Alya somewhat out of the blue decided to delete every Ladynoir photo from the Ladyblog.

Alya has no motivation for doing this. You and I both know that she is quite possibly the strongest Ladynoir shipper out there.

This leads me to believe that she has been encouraged (perhaps by Ladybug or Chat Noir) to delete all evidence of Ladynoir. Possibly after they explained the nature of their relationship to her.

Now you may as, why would they need to keep their relationship a secret?

The answer is simple: Hawkmoth.

If Hawkmoth knew that they were dating, then then he could use it against them, manipulating their relationship and possibly getting one or both of them akumatized.

Obviously, this is just a theory, but I knew I wasn’t going to get any sleep until I reassured you all that Ladynoir may not be dead. It may even be canon.

[bookphobe]

PLUTO AS AN IMAGINED NETFLIX SERIES + (PARTS OF) TITLE CARD

tina can you please actually write instead of avoiding it by making graphics and daydreaming did anyone hear something?? no ?? ok good.. anyway... ive been seeing amazing netflix mockups of wips lately and decided to give it a try for pluto!

read below the cut for more info + taglist !

template i used for the netflix bits here. & if anyone's curious, the font i used for 'Pluto' is called NoMark

Here is pluto: the netflix series!!!!!!!!!! everyone close their eyes and imagine it... and pretend it's there and that it's good. okay. alright. i imagine the title card & credits bit to be more sophisticated- that's only a rough idea of how i imagined it hehe. writing scripts for shows & film is actually one of my writing dreams! visual media has been something i digest much easier than novels nowadays (just stating facts 😔 creating this blog is a part of my process of trying to get back into reading and Literature in general) and while things like shot composition and other aspects of filmmaking i'm less knowledgeable on, screenplays i find really interesting

Episode List

1. MORSE — Javi takes in a runaway. A young writer recounts his harrowing ordeal following his recent arrival to the town of Fell Island.

2. SWALLOW'S EDGE — Elsa adjusts to her new life, but her past keeps a tight grip. An experienced hiker finds themselves in a rocky situation.

3. WHAT'S IN A NAME — An odd presence visits the diner. A park ranger investigates a rumour surrounding the woods.

4. WONDERLAND — A chance discovery makes Javi question his decision. A determined mother shares her story and searches for her missing daughter.

5. FROM THE WOODS — Elsa tries to get closer to Nico, but her intentions are not what he thinks they are. Cosette puzzles over what she saw.

tv pluto is a bit different than book pluto in that book pluto is, in my head, much shorter than how i imagine tv pluto to be (about 2 seasons, 8-12 eps max?? 😗), and so there would def be more content added that focus on the interpersonal reationships in tv pluto. things like storylines etc would have to be shuffled around & adjusted as well because tv and word are different mediums after all. also pluto employs the framing device - there's an outer story, concerning the customers & employees, human and non-human (wink wonk), and then they spill their tales, the inner stories; the idea of exploring that concept on tv pluto, especially with the added advantage of visuals, is cool!! and ,,, a little bit ambitious tbh since the outer story is also complex-if not more-than the inner stories. that being said the tales told during the episodes are pretty short and won't take too much of the episode time so actually hmm there'll be enough room for everything i imagine. the show would have the same vibes as these images

(CURSED™️). lots of scenes would b framed as if you were just looking in, a bystander watching these people, or watching thru the pov of the town itself as it watches its organisms' every move. notable songs in this soundtrack (i will post a link to the spotify playlist soon 🤪🤪) include strange fruit by billie holliday, and you are my sunshine, sung by johnny cash (after seeing annabelle: creation that song has not ceased in reminding me of demons LMAO). i'm a big fan of innocuous enough songs being turned into songs being paired w things that r the complete opposite of its original vibe u kno it's so Unsettling

❤️ pluto taglist @carlyiswriting @berinswriting @nightmares-and-fireflies @aetherwrites @oasis-of-you @odysseywritings @haldimilks @chloeswords @isherwoodj @avi-burton-writing @themillionthdraft @ryns-ramblings @kitblogsthings @writingbyjillian @pamsdrabbles @piyawrites @bijouxs @ravens-and-rivers @spencers-tomes

[legobatjoker]

omg ok very sory 2 complain abt like. ppl badly interpreting tswift songs (not in a realteing 2 taylors personal life way i like. do not give a shit abt tht lol) nd ofc songs nd music r like a lot more personal than like show or amth so ofc ppls personal expreince will relate more 2 how they interprate the song nd how they relate 2 it but like this has been bugging me 4 agess basically the other day i saw someone say that "afterglow has the same theme/meaning as daylight just less obvious" and like. litreally wtf does that mean likee. even as someone w their own personal interpretation or way or relating 2 daylight like beyond tthe personal aspect of my interpretation daylight is v clearly a song abt like. finding someone who genuinly loved u despite past relationships or ways tht either of u have messed up in the past nd afterglow is a song abt apologising after messinf up nd hurting the other person nd not wanting 2 loose them bc of it (stolkhome angst song btw. like not tht much but like kinda like. yea <3) like afterglow nd daylight r very different songs like i feel like if i was gonna compare daylight 2 a dif tswift song it wld prob cowboy like me nd like def not afterglow i do not know what tht person meant by that its so weird... i remember seeing a dif postalso abt atw the other day that also rly annoyed me but i am NOT going 2 get into that now oohh boy (i prob will some other day tho bc it rly annoyed me holyy shit)

oaky i lied im gonna get itno the bad atw post its so fucking annyoing sorry 4 complaining sm abt bad tswift song intepritations but oohh my god way so like. the psot (it wasnt even j an atw t like barely mentioned it but the way it did pised me of smm) basically said smth like "atw isnt "you damaged and fucked up me deeply" its "i dont know you anymore but i hknow all these things about you that i dont need too"" and like. ohh my fucking god it litreally checked i went all the way to check !! when the op possted it bc i thought the person putting this on my dash is j ignoring this inaccurate line bc they agree w the point of the genral post nd the og post is from pre ten mins atw nd theyre j talking abt the shorter version but no the og post was from !!! fucking de cem ber of last year !!!!! like mayb 2 give them the benifit of the doubt they cld have j been talking abt the shorter version but like no one consideres that 2 b the actual atw after the ten min version so seeing as they didnt specify i doubt they were and j !! thats suchh a like. bonkers thing to say like. yes atw is a song abt being deeply damaged and hurt by someone actualy wtf r u talking abt !!! like ig techinically its not entirly bc it does sometimes talk abt the good part in the relationship but thats only bc its talking abt how remembering both how the reationship damaged you and the few good part are painful bc of how much they hurt you likee. omg thats such a stupid thing 2 say like sorry 4 getting so worked up abt this but its j so dumb omg -__-

ok i actually hadnt heard afterglow and daylight befoee this ask so i j lostened to them and first of all ur 100% right ofc.. and second of all rlly into daylight now currently….. ALSO uhhh yeah whattt was that atw post on… like yeah its ab knowing a lot ab someone who damaged u deeply and holding those good and bad memories and j remembering. so much. but its also like?? very much ab that person damaging u and ab being fucked up in a relationship??? yeah mann

[serendipitoustae]

What Your Father Says

pairing : alt band! taehyung x reader

genre : college au, established reationship, fluff, implications of smut but not that explicit

word count : 7.8k

summary: your father doesn’t want you to be with taehyung but you simply do not care

a/n: loosely inspired by the vamps song because all i could think about whilst listening to it was rebellious teen romance.

“That ridiculous band have been wreaking havoc again” your dad sighed as he looked at the local paper whilst you ate your bowl of cookie crisp cereal. “Says here that they spray painted the local skate park before having a bonfire on the premises all for a silly little music video” he continued shaking his head.

“They were getting permission to do it” you told him before realising what you’d said “I mean I assume they did because they used to always ask before they did things for videos” you quickly added

Your boyfriend Taehyung was part of the local rock band that the majority of adults over 40 absolutely despised. They hated their style, their music and most importantly the so called trouble they caused in the name of art. Your dad had never been a fan of Taehyung no matter how polite he was whenever he came to your house. A couple months ago after you helped the band set off a load of fireworks in a car park, your dad forced you to break up with him. He didn’t want his precious little girl involved in that kind of thing. You’d never understood why he cared who you were with, he never cared about your life at all. He rarely even asked how your day was but to avoid arguments and tension in the house you “broke up” with Taehyung. As far as your dad knew you had no contact with him at all but of course you did. You weren’t going to break up with the boy you loved because your dad didn’t like him. Your mother knew you were still with him, she’d always loved Taehyung and was outraged when your dad suggested you broke up with him. She often covers for you when you go out with Tae and says you’re studying at a friend’s or simply that you’re ‘out’ because your dad really didn’t care that much about your whereabouts.

“I bet you’re glad you’re not involved with those trouble makers any more” your dad said as he turned the page of the newspaper

“Yeah I’m really glad” you said in a blunt tone before your phone went off

From: Mik

outside angel x

You’d changed Taehyung’s name in your phone to ‘Mik’, his last name backwards, so that if your dad saw your phone he wouldn’t know you were still with him. You looked out of the window and saw Jungkook’s truck on your drive way, Jungkook was the bands lead singer and despite being the youngest he was often the designated driver. Taehyung used to always drive you to college but since you ‘split up’ he’s been riding with JK so your dad didn’t recognise the car.

“Namjoon’s here I’ll see you later” you said

You always used your best friend Namjoon as a cover up for anytime you were going out with the band. Your dad loved Namjoon and often asked why you’d chosen to date Taehyung over him as he was so intelligent and sensible.

“Bye, send Namjoon my regards” your dad said not looking up from the paper as you left

“I will” you said as you walked out of the front door.

You opened the back door of JK’s truck and were instantly met with the sound of ‘something in the way’ by Nirvana one of the band’s biggest inspirations. Taehyung was sat in the back behind JK just in case your dad ever happened to look in the car. He didn’t actually know what the other band member’s faces looked like so if he saw JK you’d be able to lie about who he was.

“Hey baby” Taehyung grinned as he pressed a kiss to your lips the second you were sat next to him. You brought your hand up to cup his face as he nestled his ring cluttered hand in your hair and deepened the kiss

“Ugh! Guys come on it’s not even 9 am it’s too early for your pda” JK groaned from the driver seat next to Yoongi, the bands bass player.

“You’re just jealous you’ve not got a girl as hot as mine” Taehyung smirked as he wiped the remnants of your lip balm from around his mouth “is that strawberry flavoured?” he asked licking his lips to which you nodded “it’s nice” he said pressing another kiss to your lips. This one a lot shorter lived than the other.

“Can we just get to college before they fuck in the backseat” Yoongi groaned causing you and Taehyung to laugh.

The drive to college was fairly uneventful other than the boys talking about the big show they were playing at the end of the week. It was their biggest show yet and there would be a tonne of record labels scouting for new talent so to say they were nervous was an understatement.

“My dad heard about what you guys did at the skate park” you said

“Let me guess he said ‘aren’t you glad you aren’t with that absolute rapscallion Kim Taehyung anymore’” he said mimicking your dad with a pretty spot on impression

“Yeah pretty much” you laughed “you guys did get permission though right?”

“Of course we did, they said they’re thinking of demolishing the skate park soon so we’d be doing them a favour” JK explained.

When you got to college JK and Yoongi went straight to their music class but Taehyung walked you to your lesson as he always did even if it made him late.

“I’m perfectly capable of getting to class by myself you’re going to be late” you told him as you walked up the stairs to the art department

“It’s a music class, the teachers don’t give a shit about us so it doesn’t matter” he replied as you got to your class door

“If you get in trouble don’t blame me” you said

“I would never” he said as he pulled you into a quick kiss, you went to pull away as you knew your whole class was probably watching but he followed your lips and held you there for a bit longer

“I don’t think my whole class needs to see that” you laughed as you pushed his chest away from you

“Sorry that strawberry lip balm just tastes really good” he smiled licking his lips

“You can have it if you like it that much” you told him

“No it tastes better this way” he said quickly kissing you again

“Bye Tae” you said as you rolled your eyes and walked into your class.

Your lesson was off to an extremely boring start. There was only so long you could listen to your teacher talk about colour theory before you were ready do a Van Gogh and cut your ear off.

“I wish we could just get on and do some painting already” Namjoon whispered from his seat next to you, you agreed as you doodled on the page you were meant to be taking notes on. Even though he complained about it you could see Namjoon’s page was full of notes written in green biro.

Once you had finally got on with some painting your phone sounded from the pocket of your denim jacket.

“Phones on silent please” your tutor said, you knew it was Tae texting you because your phone was on silent but you had it on the setting so it would go off no matter what if it was him.

From: Mik

can you come outside please x

You looked up at the window of your class and saw Tae looking at you with his big puppy dog eyes. Despite the majority of your friends not caring for the school system at all you were somewhat of a goody two shoes. Tae was well aware of this so you knew he’d only want to get you out of class if he really needed to.

“Can I go to the toilet please sir?” you asked, your teacher said yes without even looking in your direction. You quickly left the class as you wanted to be out of class for as short a time as possible.

“I’m so so sorry I didn’t want to pull you out of class but I need to calm down because if I ditch again I’ll get expelled and I can’t get expell-“ Taehyung rambled before you interrupted

“Babe it’s okay what’s wrong?” you asked as the two of you began walking out of the art building

“So you know we’ve got that massive show on Friday, we wanted to practise for that in our lesson because obviously that’s our priority right now” Taehyung started as you entered the smoker’s area and he sat on one of the tables pulling out a box of cigarettes.

“Our teacher said we had to learn some shitty pop riff instead and obviously we should get an exception because we’re the only people in the class that actually give a shit about music but no, apparently they don’t give a shit about the biggest opportunity of our lives” he continued as he lit a cigarette with the lighter you’d painted for him and pressed it past his lips. The lighter had your own take on Van Gogh’s starry night as you knew Tae loved that painting. You’d done it so the moon was the Nirvana smiley face and you still remember the smile on Tae’s face when he’d received it for his birthday. After blowing out the smoke carefully to avoid getting any in your face he began speaking again.

“I refused to do the task and explained to the teacher why but she didn’t seem to care so she kicked me out for being disrespectful” he said taking another drag of the cigarette.

You felt bad for him, you really did. He’d gained such an awful reputation as a student for speaking out against the system. He hated being told what to do with an absolute passion. Obviously he listened to his teachers, but sometimes he just didn’t think they were fair and more often than not he was right.  You stepped closer to him and rested your hands in the traffic light red hair at the back of his head, careful not to loosen his bandanna. You felt his entire body relax under your fingertips.

“I know you’re stressed about the show but I promise you could do it tonight and absolutely smash it so not much more practise is needed. I know it’s unfair and stupid that they won’t let you practise in your lesson but you’ve just got to suck it up, I know that isn’t what you want to hear but you know your parents will stop you from playing the show completely if you get in anymore trouble with school” you told him as you continued to play with his hair.

He sighed as he put his cigarette out in the ash tray beside him.

“I love you” he muttered as he dropped his head to rest on your chest “I’m sorry you have to put up with my bullshit”

You pressed a kiss to his head before pulling him up by a hand on his jaw so he’d look at you

“It’s not bullshit you’re passionate about your music and your teacher should understand that , I love you too please don’t think you’re something I have to put up with helping you is what I’m here for” you smiled

“Thank you, can you come over tonight please?” he asked

You knew you’d have to tell your mother in advance so she could make up a lie to your father as to why you weren’t home.

“Of course I can I’ve gotta get back to lesson are you gonna be okay?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a tight embrace

“Yeah I feel a lot calmer now sorry for keeping you from your lesson” he said as he released you

“Stop apologising I’m here for you okay?” you told him once again holding his face so his dark eyes were looking in yours

“Okay” he grinned before pressing a kiss to your lips

“I’ll see you later” you said walking back to into the art department.

“Was I gone for suspiciously long?” you asked Namjoon as you carried on with your painting

“No not really, is Tae okay?” Namjoon asked obviously having seen him outside before you left

“Yeah he just needed calming down but he’s okay now” you said

“You’re really good for him you know he’s been so much calmer since you two got together”

Namjoon and Taehyung were neighbours so they grew up together and were still best friends now. That’s how you’d met Taehyung in the first place.

“What’s that noise?” you asked Namjoon as you sat at his dining table studying

“Oh it’s Taehyung and his band” Namjoon told you.

You’d seen Taehyung around as you spent a lot of time at Namjoon’s so it was inevitable you’d see him every so often. You’d never really spoken to him though oddly. You were quite happy about that fact though, he was extremely attractive so much so that it intimidated you slightly.

“They sound good” you said

“We could go watch them rehearse if you wanted? I think we’ve earned a study break” he smiled as he closed his textbook and removed his glasses.

You loved the sound of whatever they were playing but you weren’t sure if you’d be able to cope watching Taehyung playing drums and actually being in his company.

“No it’s okay I’m sure they don’t want us intruding” you said

“Oh come on I know you’re just scared because you think Tae’s hot” Namjoon laughed

You looked at him with wide eyes and furrowed brows.

“Did you think I didn’t know? You think I don’t see you staring at him through the window every time he gets home” Namjoon chuckled

“Okay fine let’s go then” you said as you stood up pulling your oversized Kurt Cobain t-shirt down as you did so.

You and Namjoon walked over to Taehyung’s garage and Namjoon let himself in as you assumed he’d done hundreds of times before

“Hey guys this is Y/N she thought you guys sounded cool is it okay if we watch you rehearse for a bit?” he asked.

The garage was painted a dark blue and covered in old rock band posters, it actually looked quite similar to your bedroom. Once you’d taken in your surroundings you looked at the three boys before you. The guitar playing lead singer was smiling at you as was the bass player, it was the sort of smile that made you feel like they knew something you didn’t. You looked at Taehyung as he was sat behind his drum kit running his hands through his dark hair as he shot you a small smile.

“Yeah that’s fine” Taehyung said as he twisted his red drum stick round in between his fingers.

Namjoon introduced you to all the boys properly and Yoongi told you he liked your outfit even though it was simply just a long t shirt with some fishnet tights. You sat on the sofa opposite their set up and watched them perform a cover of ‘Paradise city’ by Guns ‘n’ Roses. You were surprised that you’d never been friends with any of the band considering their style and music taste was very similar to your own.

After that day you realised Taehyung wasn’t nearly as intimidating as you thought he was. He was actually really sweet which most people wouldn’t assume from his leather jackets and the multiple metal hoops in his ears.

It took around a month after officially meeting for you and Taehyung to get together. All the boys had said from the second you met it was obvious you two would get together as you were just perfect for each other.

When your lesson had finished and you were off to lunch you and Namjoon met the band at their usual table. Once you were sat down you texted your mum telling her you’d be going round Tae’s tonight.

“Would you be able to sleepover tonight?” Tae asked as he rested his arm on the back of your chair.

Sleepovers with Taehyung were always harder to get away with. Your father wouldn’t allow you to sleep round a boy’s house not even Namjoon’s and unfortunately you had no girl friends that you were close enough to that they would lie for you.

“I don’t know I’ll have to think of some sort of excuse” You told him

“I was thinking we should all get new piercings so we look cooler for the show” JK announced

“Yes I am up for that idea” you answered knowing the statement didn’t include you but you would love to see your boyfriend with more piercings. He already had loads in his ears and one in his tongue that he got done when you got your nose pierced. You still remember the horror on your dads face when you came home with studs on either side of your nose. That was probably the start of his hatred for Taehyung.

“What would you like me to get?” Taehyung said as he faced you. He was so open to things like tattoos and piercings and didn’t really make a big deal out of them.

“A nose ring maybe?” you suggested excitedly

“Okay gorgeous, do you wanna go after college?” he asked to which you nodded.

“I was thinking of getting my eyebrow pierced” Yoongi said

“Okay great I’ll get my nose done too” JK said

“Are you gonna join us?” Taehyung asked Namjoon

“I’d pass out if I even saw a needle so I think I’ll just go home” he said

Namjoon was very different to the rest of you, he had completely different style and completely different music taste but you were still all great friends which you couldn’t be happier about.

Once you’d finished college for the day all of you minus Namjoon piled into JK’s truck and made your way to the piercing shop. It wasn’t the most amazing place but it was cheap and you didn’t have to make appointments.

Yoongi and JK went in to get their piercings first as you went in two at a time.

“I’m gutted we can’t even post a cute photo of us having almost matching piercings after I get it done” Taehyung said as you sat on the black leather sofa in the shop.

The chances of your father seeing anything you or Taehyung posted on social media were low but not zero so just to be safe you hadn’t posted anything accept for on your private stories.

“We can take some and put them up in your room maybe” you suggested

In the year and a bit that you two had been together Taehyung had made a photo wall of the two of you above his bed. There was photos from your dates, from his gigs and just stupid little selfies you’d taken together. You wished you could do the same in your room.

“You ready?” the piercing woman asked Tae as she came out with Yoongi and JK. Taehyung nodded and you both inspected the boys’ piercings before going into the room.

Taehyung laid on the chair like he’s done several times before and you sat in the chair opposite. You watched as the needle went through his nose cringing as you remembered exactly what that felt like. Despite his eyes watering slightly due to the pressure on his nose he was fine. After thanking the woman he came over to you standing close to you so you could see the piercing.

“It looks so good” you smiled

You both left the room before joining the other boys. They all had a proper look at each other’s piercings smiling as they did so.

“We’re gonna look so cool at the show” JK said everyone instantly agreeing.

JK dropped you and Taehyung back at Taehyung’s house and you were still thinking of a way to stay the night without your dad finding out where you were.

“Dad I’m home” Taehyung called as you both walked through the door

Taehyung’s dad came to meet you at the door quickly noticing the piercing

“Oh nice piercing, loving the outfit Y/n” he smiled

You’d always adored Taehyung’s dad, he was always so complimentary and supportive of you that it made up for what you lacked from your own father.

You and Taehyung went upstairs and you laid on his bed as he hung his jacket up on his door. He came and laid next to you before pulling out his phone to take photos of the two of you. You did multiple poses making sure you could see his new piercing. He also did a little video because he loved being able to take screenshots from them to have genuine photos of the two of you smiling together. Once he’d edited the brightness and vibrancy of the images he sent them to his Polaroid printer that he had. Once they’d printed he grabbed the ball of blue tack from his bedside table and added them to the photo wall.

“I’m so jealous of this wall” you told him as he laid back down with you

“Why don’t you just tell your dad we’re still together? I treat you well I’m polite I don’t see his problem” He said as he fiddled with your fingers that were rested on his chest

“I know it’s just that he thinks you’re a bad influence and think you’re the reason I dress like in his words ‘a groupie’ and the reason I got my nose pierced” you explained causing him to scoff

“You dressed like that before we even met properly and you’ve always wanted a nose piercing, it’s not like I’ve impacted your life badly your grades are still perfect and the only time I’ve got you in trouble was when I snuck us into that pool that one time” he said

You could feel his frustration through the way he was speaking and how he sighed after each sentence.

“Babe you don’t have to tell me I know , I just don’t want the argument with him and I don’t want him being an asshole to you” you told him you know your dad would eventually get over it but it would just cause a lot of problems in the house and there didn’t need to be anymore.

“Last time I checked we’re planning our lives together you’re gonna have to tell him at some point you’re almost eighteen he can’t control who you’re with” Tae said sitting up which made you fall to the mattress as you’d been laying half on his chest.

“Why are you blaming me?” you asked as he pulled his bandana off and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I’m not” he muttered

“Well it sure sounds like it” you told him

“I just don’t understand when you’re planning to tell him , he can’t really do anything about it and if he kicks you out or something you can just live here” he exclaimed

You sat up and looked at him. He was deliberately avoiding your gaze and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Well maybe if you didn’t have such an awful reputation then he wouldn’t want me to date Namjoon so bad” you said

You knew it was a low blow and something Tae often got jealous over but you couldn’t believe he was blaming you for your father’s disapproval.

“If it makes your life easier go fucking date him then! You know all the shit your dads heard about me is just rumours” he yelled instantly turning to you as he stopped.

“I’m so sorry babe” he said, he’d always had a rule that he’d never yell at you. There wasn’t a specific personal reason for you it just didn’t sit right with him. “It’s just so frustrating I treat you like a fucking princess and I still can’t get his approval because of things other people have said about me”

You didn’t mind that he’d yelled at you, you found the situation frustrating but it must’ve been even worse for him. Your dad used to somewhat like him but the bigger the band got the more rumours about him spread and eventually your dad didn’t care about the whole year he’d already got to know Taehyung.

“It’s okay I get it I’m sorry about the Namjoon comment you know I’d never want to be with anyone but you” you told him

He sighed and wrapped his arm around you

“It’s not okay I should never raise my voice at you I’m not mad at you I’m just mad at the situation” he said before kissing your head.

“I’ll see if I can talk to him at some point soon” you said

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring as long as I can be with you I don’t care” he said before pressing his lips to yours.

You gently moved your weight forward so he was laying down and your position was more comfortable. His hand gripped your hair as his tongue moved against yours the metal of his tongue piercing creating an icy contrast to the warmth of your mouths. He hummed slightly into the kiss as your hands travelled under his ‘Children of Bodom’ t-shirt. He sat up slightly, assisting you in pulling the shirt over his head before laying back down and pulling you further up his lap. You could feel the cold metal of his rings on your skin as his hand ran underneath the skirt you were wearing. It was then that your phone rang causing the two of you to groan at the interruption. Sitting up, still on his lap, you leaned over and grabbed your phone seeing it was your mum before answering it.

“Hello?” you said sounding more breathless than you’d hoped

“Hi sweetie there’s not a way I can convince your dad to let you stay out for the night especially as it’s a school night, he’s home late from work tomorrow so Tae’s free to come round here I’ll leave the house to you two” your mum said

“Okay thanks what time do you want me home?” you asked

“Eight pm latest”

“Okay see you then”

You hung up before tossing your phone on the bed next to you

“Take it you can’t stay” Tae mumbled against your neck as he pressed kissed up to your jaw

“No I’ve got to be home for eight but dad’s out all day tomorrow so you can come to mine” you told him as you tangled your fingers in his hair and leaned your head to the side giving him more access to your neck.

“Ooh sneaking about now are we?” he said as he trailed kisses back down to your collar bone “that’s hot”

You laughed at his words softly before you felt him bite lightly at your neck

“You can’t leave marks remember” you reminded him

“Not in visible places” he smirked as he undid the zip at the back of your skirt.

“Babe”

“Babe!”

You stirred at the mellifluous sound of your boyfriend’s voice

“What?” you groaned as you snuggled deeper into the warmth of his bare chest

“It’s almost eight I’ve gotta get you home” he said

“I wanna stay here” you whined still half asleep

“I want you to as well but you can’t” he said as he got out of bed gathering both of your clothes and underwear before dropping them in a messy pile on the bed “You gonna be able to walk?” he smirked as you did up the clasp on your bra.

“Don’t flatter yourself” you replied

“Excuse me” he grinned in false offence causing you to laugh

Once you were both dressed and you’d made yourself look presentable, he drove you home stopping a road before your street so your dad wouldn’t see.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I love you” you said pressing a kiss to his lips

“I love you too” he told you as you got out of his car.

“I’m home” you said as you entered the dining room to see your parents

“Hi sweetie did you have a good time at Namjoon’s?” your mum asked

“Yeah it was great” you said

“Why does he never come in to say hello?” your dad asked

You look at your mum quickly “Uhm he’s a busy guy these days lots of studying to do” you lied as best you could

“he used to always come in when he dropped you home, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re secretly still dating Taehyung behind my back” he chuckled causing you and your mum to let out nervous laughs

“No never, I’d honestly forgotten about Taehyung until you mentioned him” you lied as if you hadn’t been laying naked in bed with the boy less than twenty minutes ago

“That’s what I like to hear” your dad said

You quickly exited the room and went to the bathroom before turning on the shower as you hadn’t had a chance to have one at Tae’s.

Once you’d finished and were in your pyjamas back in your bedroom you checked your phone.

From: Mik

my bed smells like you come back please i miss you

To: Mik

trust me i wish i could, almost thought my dad was onto us a second ago

You explained what your dad had said and discussed whether or not you thought your dad knew. You two had been so careful that there’s no way he could know and it’s not like your dad was that clued up about your life so you were pretty sure you were in the clear.

“Okay I’m going to be out as long as you want me out for later” Your mum said the next morning as she came into your room “I’ll tell your dad to let you know when he’s on his way home you’ve got to make sure you leave no proof of Taehyung being here though” she continued

It was risky sneaking Tae into your house whilst your dad was at work. You’d never done that since you “broke up” but you thought if you were careful it would be fine.

“Get him to come in the back door so that the neighbours are less likely to see, I’ll unlock it on my way out” Your mother added

“Okay I will” you told her before she left the house

Text From: Mik

house empty?

Text To: Mik

yep, come in the back door x

You had a couple hours until you had to be at college so you were hoping you’d be able to get some more sleep in whilst Tae was there. Within ten minutes you heard the back door open and footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Morning beautiful” Tae smiled as he entered your room instantly pulling his shoes off and climbing under the sheets next to you. His cold body sliced through the warmth you’d previously been surrounded by as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You’re freezing” You whined despite curling into his chest

“Would you rather I wasn’t here?” he said

“Of course not” you replied as his hands began playing with your hair.

You laid in silence for a while, simply enjoying the comfort of a sleepy morning together that you hadn’t been able to have for a while. When you were allowed to be together he’d stayed most nights and if he didn’t it was likely you were at his. You’d spend every morning wrapped in each other’s warmth having nonsensical half asleep conversations.

“I’ve missed this” he muttered into your hair but you had already fallen back to sleep.

You were wrenched out of what was a seemingly pleasant dream by the screeching of your alarm. Tae’s arms tightened around you as you rolled over in his embrace to turn the alarm off. You managed to sit up out of Tae’s arms slightly deciding that as he was already dressed he didn’t need to be woken up yet.

As you sat next to him you took the time to fully take in his appearance. The slow rise and fall of his chest signified his relaxed state as did the way his thick lashes that were smothered with eyeliner sat upon the flawless skin of his cheeks. His red hair that was once flat against his forehead was now sticking up in the air exposing the slit he’d shaved into his eyebrow a couple weeks ago. You were flooded with a sudden rush of adoration for the boy lying next to you, you never got to properly relax and appreciate him for what he was as you were always worried about getting home and making up excuses these days. He groaned slightly as he rolled over, his arms wrapping around the duvet you were previously laying under. You’d always found it endearing that the Kim Taehyung most people were intimidated by had to cuddle something in order to sleep, whether it be a pillow, a teddy or ,his preferred option, you.

“Stop staring at me you weirdo” he grumbled as his puffy eyes opened and met yours

“Is it wrong for me to appreciate how beautiful my boyfriend is?” you asked

“When you’re denying him morning cuddles it is” he said through a yawn as he made grabby hands at you

“I’ve gotta shower and get ready” you told him before ruffling his hair and getting out of bed

“Can I join?” he asked smirking at you

“No you cannot you can get me an outfit ready though” you laughed before heading to the bathroom.

Once you’d showered and put clean underwear on you walked back into your room and saw Tae sat at your vanity table his hair now a lot neater than when you’d left him.

“I chose the AC/DC t shirt and your red skirt” he said as he quickly stood up to grab the clothes “I was thinking you could where the long sleeved fishnet thing you wear sometimes with your red boots maybe to match the skirt” he said as he looked up at you with his pouty lips and wide eyes showing you he wasn’t sure if he’d chosen well.

“Yeah that sounds great” You smiled walking to your draw to pick out your fishnet top.

“You look so hot in that” he muttered as you pulled the fishnet shirt over your head “Shame JK’s getting us in ten minutes”

You rolled your eyes at him and the way he was like most boys constantly thinking about one thing.

“Don’t forget we’ve got all afternoon once we’re back” You reminded him

“How could I forget? My favourite person all to myself with no interruptions, it’s a dream come true” He grinned as he pulled you into him by your waist and pressed his lips to yours

“I’m starting to remember-“you said into the kiss “why we were late all the time when you’d stay here” you smiled as your arms wrapped around his neck

“That’s young love for you” he grinned as his hands began trailing down south

“Go downstairs so I can get ready with no distractions please” you said as you took his hands off of you

He feigned offence as he looked at you

“The one time your boyfriends here with you in the morning and you’re telling him to leave? The audacity” he said

You giggled at his expression

“You know I take ages to get ready even without distractions and you said it yourself JK is gonna be here soon so please”

“What if I don’t want to?” he challenged as he stepped closer so he was towering above you face inches away from your own

“What if I make it up to you later?” You shot back raising your eyebrow at him looking him up and down for extra effect

“Done!” he said before leaving the room

After being only slightly late to college you were in your usual spot next to Namjoon.

“Are you sure sneaking Tae into your house is the best idea?” he asked as he mixed his water colours

“My dad’s at work all day and my mum has left us the house so what can go wrong?” you asked

As much as you loved him, Namjoon didn’t have a rebellious bone in his body and would often make you think through your antics properly before you did them. You weren’t particularly rebellious apart from dating a boy your Father hates and consistently lying to him so that you can go and see said boy.

“What if your dad comes home early or what if one of the neighbours sees and tells him?” Namjoon said

“He’s going to text me when he’s on his way home and Tae’s going to go in the back door so the neighbours probably won’t see” you assured him

“Okay let me know if you need me to cover for you at all for any reason” he said

No matter how much he disagreed with your actions he’d always be there to help you if you needed it and for that you were eternally grateful.

Once you finished college you got JK to drop you home, you went in the front whilst he drove round the back to drop Tae off. You dropped your bag and walked through the house to open the door for Tae.

The second the door was open his hands were on you as were his lips. You stumbled backwards into your living room as Tae walked forwards, his lips still feverishly attached to yours.

“What’s the rush? We’ve got all afternoon” you asked as he started trailing his lips down your neck

“We never get to be this alone, I’m making the most of it” he mumbled as his lips reconnected with yours your dark lipstick now smeared all around his mouth. He continued walking the two of you backwards before grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling you up to wrap your legs around his waist. Taehyung carried you through the house for a second before pushing you up against the wall simultaneously pushing himself into you causing the both of you to groan slightly.

“As much as I love this just go to my room already” you said moving your lips only millimetres away from his to speak.

“What’s the rush? We’ve got all afternoon” he smirked mocking you

“Shut up” you rolled your eyes

“Gladly” he said as he reconnected your lips and began blindly walking to your bedroom.

Once you were there he dropped you onto your bed before taking his shirt and jeans off and climbing on top of you. You’d already taken your shirt off so he instantly placed his hands under your skirt and began pulling your underwear down with one hand whilst the other held your face. Seconds after you’d put your lips back on his you heard the front door open. Tae pulled back and you stared at each other with a similar look of horror.

“Y/n?” Your dad called

“I thought he was working late?” Tae whisper shouted

“He was supposed to be!” you replied as you quickly got up throwing your shirt back on and checking yourself in the mirror. You quickly grabbed a makeup wipe to get rid of the lipstick on your chin and neck.

“Y/n are you home?” your dad’s voice sounded again

“Yeah I thought you were uh working late?” You said as you made your way downstairs

Your dad was in the living room placing down his brief case and loosening his tie when you walked in

“I was meant to be but my meeting got cancelled, I was going to text you but my phones dead” he explained

Your mind was running a million miles an hour trying to work out a way to get Tae out of your house without your dad seeing.

“When you didn’t answer and I saw the back door was open I thought someone had broken in” your dad laughed causing you to laugh in return

“Sorry I had my headphones in” You lied avoiding eye contact with him. As you did so you noticed a pair of shoes by the still open back door. Tae’s shoes. How did you not even realise he’d taken them off? Anyone that had ever met Tae could recognise those shoes as his anywhere as they were covered in little doodles he’d designed. Your father was yet to see them but there was no way you could discretely hide a pair of size 10 Doc Martens.

“Would you mind getting me a beer?” your dad asked you as he sat down on the sofa

“Yeah of course” you said but you didn’t want to leave the room because you knew your dad would see Tae’s shoes if he wasn’t distracted by conversation. As you grabbed a beer from the fridge and were making your way back to the living room you heard your dad yell your name.

“Where is he?” your dad said as he met you in the kitchen

“Who?” you said knowing there was no point lying but not knowing what else to say

“Don’t play dumb with me Taehyung’s here his shoes are by the back door, god I thought he’d be smarter than to leave evidence of him being here right in the living room” he scoffed

“In his defence you weren’t meant to be home for hours” you said knowing it would just make the situation worse

“He’s upstairs isn’t he?” your dad asked despite knowing the answer and already heading upstairs

“Dad wait!” you called rushing after him, oh how you hoped Tae had put his clothes back on and wiped his face before your dad found him.

You trailed behind as your dad opened your bedroom door and saw Tae sat on your bed. You let out a sigh of relief as he was now fully clothed. “What are you doing in my house?!” Your father said causing Tae to jump to his feet “Dad it was my idea don’t be mad at him” you tried as you stood between them both but your dad dismissed you completely “She’s lying sir it was my idea I’m so sorry” Tae said You snapped your head towards him a his words “What are you doing!” you exclaimed at him “Dad I promise you it was my idea he’s just trying to protect me” you said turning back in your dad’s direction. “I don’t care whose idea it was I want him out now!” Your father shouted pointing at your door. Tae looked at you with an apologetic look on his face before walking towards your door. “Tae stop” you said causing him to look back at you “Dad what’s your problem?” “What do you mean? Isn’t obvious? Look at him!” Your dad exclaimed gesturing towards Tae “He looked like that when you knew we were together so what’s happened to make you hate him so much?” You asked as Tae made his way too your side Your dad sighed and sat down on the chair of your vanity table “For starter’s he didn’t have red hair and a nose piercing when I knew, I just don’t want my daughter involved in the antics him and those boys get up to” he explained His words made absolutely no sense to you and you were about to voice that when Tae spoke up “Sir if you don’t mind me saying the things the papers write about us and our music videos we always get permission for everything we do, we’d never do anything against the law and if we did I wouldn’t involve Y/n” Taehyung explained “I understand you’re protective of her as any father would be but I can confidently say I treat her perfectly and have given you no reason to think I don’t” he finished Your dad looked up at him and shook his head “I never said you don’t treat her well I know you do, but I also know what it’s like being in a rock band it starts out harmless and legal but the bigger you get the worse it gets and before you know it you’re all drug addicts and alcoholics and I just don’t want her getting caught up in that like I did” he said You never knew your dad had been in a band. You’d never think he’d ever have the guts to do something like that, he’s always been so sophisticated and quite frankly up himself as far as you were concerned. “How have I never heard about you being in a band?” You asked “Because it’s not a time I’m proud of and I wanted you to think better of me” he admitted causing you to laugh “I’d have thought better of you if you’d told me” “Well now you know , Taehyung I never asked for you two to split up as a personal thing I’m just afraid you’ll get into things like I did” You father said looking at Taehyung without disgust for the first time in a while. “You know how headstrong and stubborn she is she’d never do something out of peer pressure and would probably be the one stopping us from doing anything like that” Tae laughed smiling at you “I know you’d rather her be with someone like Namjoon I’m aware I’m not good enough for her but by some miracle she thinks I am so would there be any hope at all of you letting us be together?” Tae asked “Honestly I always knew she’d end up with someone a bit different and alternative and if you continue to treat her well and promise you won’t get her involved in anything bad then I suppose you can stay together” Your dad smiled “Seriously?” you asked making him nod

“Thank you! I promise I swear on my life and hers I will never involve her in anything bad” Taehyung grinned at him

“Thank you dad” you smiled as Tae pulled you into his arms

“This door stays open though!” Your dad said as he left the room.

“I can’t believe that was so easy I should’ve snuck you in weeks ago!” You said

“I told you if we just spoke to him it would turn out okay” Tae said

“so where were we?” he added as he kissed you running his hands under the hem of your shirt.

“We weren’t anywhere, not with my dad right downstairs” you laughed as he continued to trail his hands under your shirt

“That’s definitely not stopped you before”

[nightrayspaths]

Swim gently in the ocean of my heart   

Chapter 1/?

Fandom: Heaven Official’s Blessing, Tiān Guān Cì Fú

Wordcount: 2566

Rating: E

Reationships: Hè Xuán/Shī Qīngxuán            

Tags:Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fluff and Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dragon AU, Almost drowning, Pining, reference to depression, friends to lovers, unrequited love, not actually unrequited love  

Summary:

Shi Qingxuan had thought he knew everything about his best friend. He had always known that he was different. He never realized just how many secrets were hidden behind the calm facade, like currents hidden beneath the surface of the ocean.

In the end, it felt like he had never known Ming Yi at all. From the moment Ming Yi saved him from drowning, everything had been a lie. He did not even know his name, He Xuan. He had known nothing. It hurt. It felt like his heart was splitting in two.

“Ming-xiong.” Shi Qingxuan looked at him with wide eyes.

“Not my name,” He Xuan said softly.

The second part of the Dragon's treasure series. This time Beefleaf! (≧∇≦)/ Since I ended the chapter of ‘If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons’ with them on quite the cliffhanger I thought that I would post the first chapter right along with it. The first chapter is a bit of a flashback ~ I hope you will enjoy it.

[kiss-my-freckle]

That’s why I say Red is stuck between worlds, and he has two people acting as his light. Liz is the light of his past, who he used to be. She lights his way home because she’s his daughter, and he sees his former self in her every day. Dembe is the light of his future, who he wants to become. He lights Red’s way in the darkness, shows him how to be a better man, like he just admitted Cooper does. Red was NEVER a good man. But he was once a good woman. Red is stuck between the past and the future, and Anne is his diviner. She makes him feel young again, makes him desire that ordinary life he abandoned years ago because Katarina had no other choice. 

Hard to say how long Red and Anne will last, but I don’t think it will be too long. I think once Lois comes in, it’ll be over because that danger Dembe warned him about will be presented to Anne. And I think the ending of that reationship, however it ends, will push him to want more. He’ll know it’s either a criminal life or an ordinary one. That’s why I think he’ll likely self-sacrifice in the end. Doesn’t matter which life he lives, his enemies are his enemies. They will never stop looking to kill him. He’d have to fake his death and change his face again. 

[chriscdcase95]

Reposting for TLDR reasons. 

To see the full rant, click the “Keep Reading”, but this covers what I consider an example of a show taking shipping wars too seriously, giving fans and how it can potentially pull a show down the tubes. Especially at the expense of character development and their stories.

It’s kind of a follow-up to another post I made about canon and non canon ships, and how there’s some ship based stories better left to fanfiction.

Disclaimer: I generally don’t like Ship Policing (bullying, and badgering other people for liking “the wrong ship”) despite this being one of my biggest NOTP’s. I don’t intend to bully people who like this ship, and this analysis is based on my observations and opinions. 

So here I am talking about a barley known show and ship that’s barely relevant anymore if at all. This is a follow up post on a Loud House post regarding a non canon ship called Luaggie. I mentioned on that post , how it was an example of a fanfic ship and it’s best to be left a fanfic based ship. I now bring to you it’s antithesis; Jemma of Every Witch Way. Originally this was strictly about why some ships and stories that are best left to fanfiction, but there are so many problems with this ship, that I don’t really know where to start. I guess I’ll start with an introduction to the show.

Edit: I also had to revisit to trim this down, and correct misinformation.

Edit Edit: Twice. I had to edit it twice!

“What is Every Witch Way ?”

Every Witch Way was a comedy/drama series on Nickelodeon. Anyone who heard of it would know it is an Americanized remake of Grachi, a Latin American Nickelodeon series. The less educated may dismiss it as a Wizards of Waverly Place knockoff. The series focuses on Emma Alonso, a teenage girl who moves to Miami with her father and discovers she is a witch and chosen to one day lead the magical realm. With a group of muggle friends, the enthusiastic tough girl Andi; Emma’s queen bee rival Maddie also being a witch; a subplot about Fantastic Racism that ended with the wiping out of all but two of an entire race; we got ourselves a simple little TV show that could be a passible watch.

Coming from a post iCarly, Victorious and Big Time Rush era of Nickelodeon, where most of their shows were marketed to the younger kids and barely anything for teens to chew on, Every Witch Way was a breath of fresh air. Taking cues from previous Nick shows such as H2O Just Add Water and House of Anubis, and aimed for a teenage audience, it was more interested in telling stories than telling jokes.

I would have called the show an underrated cult classic series to get nostalgic over, like The Troop (a show which I’ll also talk about one day)…then comes seasons three and four and it becomes clear that Every Witch Way is more interested in ship war than it was telling stories. Maybe I was giving the show too much credit or had too much expectations for it. Let’s just say this was no House of Anubis or the Avatar franchise. I don’t know what pulled the show down the tubes; it was either the character Jax Novoa and his story arc, or his relationship with Emma. But they overlap with eachother so I might as well cover all of them.

“What kind of relationship is Jemma ?”

Imagine if you will; a high school drama, that involves a loving, kind and empathetic girl meeting a dark brooding bad boy, who does bad things. But because he has a sad past and bad parents, anything bad he does is immediately forgiven and brushed aside, or justified. And it is by the love of this girl, and only because of this love, does the bad boy get redeemed. 

It’s the kind of story you see in mediocre romance stories or fanfics; the idea that the dark and brooding love interest with a bad past or history can be changed for the better with the love of the protagonist. This describes the relationship Emma and Jax’s relationship to such a tee that it’s borderline parody. The kind of reationship you’d at least put some kind of spin on.

So how does this compare to Jax and Emma’s relationship ? A quick description is that Jax is a new student and a dark seeming wizard introduced in the second season, who immediately displays an arrogant personality and behaviour while befriending Emma and putting the moves on her (and making a quick rivalry with Emma’s then boyfriend Daniel). Emma has a good heart, and a loving empathetic girl, so of course she likes to see the good in people and Jax was no exception. Jax eventually “changes” his darker ways and becomes more altruistic, mainly to get back and stay into Emma’s good graces. 

Normally, I have no issues with an Enemies to Lovers story, but it’s the context and overexposure that puts Jemma in a bad light.

Emma continuously forgives, or ignores Jax’s flaws to near absurdity, mainly because Jax has a dead mom and an emotionally distant, controlling and seemingly abusive father…which is shown to be false in the many retcons season four gives us.

“What are the problems with Jemma ?”

I said in another post that a friend of mine defined toxic relationships differently than I did; one definition was that a ship is toxic based off of fans behaviour in the name of the ship; I define them for how much it romanticizes problematic behaviour. How does Jemma fall into either of these ?

Back when Every Witch Way was on, Jax x Emma fans were pretty rapid, and became the most loud and vocal part of the fanbase. Any attempts to criticize Jax, his behaviour or relationship with Emma is bombarded with “HE CHANGED! HE CHANGED FOR HER!” ad nauseum. 

It’s gotten to the point where they literally vote their preference to make them the shows official couple. This can be partially blamed on the writers because they went about asking their audience what they want to happen in a TV show, having them vote for wat hey want to happen and in turn made season four into a Jemma based AU fic that rewrote the entire show. Kind of lacks integrity if you ask me. It also had to have been one of most one sided and manufactured shipping wars I’ve seen. By the end of the series, Jemma fans were pretty sore winners.

So Jemma fans could be pushy, but did Jax and Emma’s relationship entail toxic ideals I listed above ? On the surface, “no” since Jax doesn’t physically abuse Emma or the like…but Jax is manipulative person, and is rather possessive and entitled towards Emma all things considered. And what else can you say about a relationship where this partner has manipulated and gaslighted nearly everyone around him to get in, and attempts to destroy the world over a breakup ?

There’s so much to cover that stems from Jax that I might as well write a section on Jax himself. The worst that can be said of Emma here is that she was too forgiving and empathetic for her own good.

“Jax and how not to write a redemption arc”

So Jax is an overwhelmingly popular character on the show, so much that season four retconned him into the main character behind Emma. It’s easy to call him a Gary Stu character since he’s a seemingly perfect character who gets his way all the time and soon becomes the center of the show. This trope also fits; “Draco In Leather Pants” where a villain tends to get romanticized or woobified in fanfics regardless of how sympathetic or redeemable they are in canon; mostly because they are cute.

When Jax was introduced, he was the de-facto Big Bad of season two, being the most prominent, and personal antagonist and direct source of most of the drama that occurs in the season. Throughout the season he befriends and puts the moves on Emma with the intent on using the power coming Fool Moon (long story) to take over the world and rule at her side. Jax eventually falls in love with Emma, but when she breaks up with him when she makes right with Daniel… Jax’s response was aiding in an attempt to destroy the magic realm; something they make clear would kill all but a few magical beings in the world and this is something Jax is very aware of In the final showdown Jax makes it clear to Emma that he doesn’t care about what could happen to their loved ones in this magical apocalypse, so long as Emma is with him.

Again, I wouldn’t take this as seriously if the show didn’t treat it as seriously.

Now in his defense, I was originally rooting for Jax to reform himself. No joke, I genuinely wanted to see how Jax would make good with those he manipulated, pushed around and tried to fucking kill. I like a good redemption stoy as much as the next guy, but Jax doesn’t really go through one; he just turns Face at the last minute, apologizes to Emma about not wanting to hurt her, Emma immediately forgives him and Jax wastes no time putting the moves on her and antagonizing Daniel. What punishment does Jax go through ? What atonement did he have to suffer ? He’s put through a boot camp with the threat losing his powers, all the while he agonizes that those who he wronged still resent him. To be fair he does have genuine good deeds in season three; such as heping a dying friend, and even riskiig his life to save another But even then, the sho treats Emma as his prize for being a Nice Guy, and he admits this to Emma during the third seasons finale in a scene we are supposed to find romantic. And when he gets the girl, its all rendered moot in season four.

Helping or not helping with Jax’s character is that in season two he is given multiple “excuses”; controlling and abusive father, seemingly dead mother. They worked back then in making Jax sympathetic. The problem is when we get the actual revelations of his family and in turn make him unsympathetic in retrospect.

“The Mess That Is Season Four”

I don’t like the Fanon Discontinuity trope - where fans refuse to accept an istallment as canon out of a dislike of them. I generally don’t apply this trope with very few exceptions. But let me tell you this; when I say season four isn’t canon to the previous seasons, that’s not me talking, that’s the show itself talking. 

It isn’t a continuation of the previous seasons, it’s a reboot. When Emma and Jax become the shows OTP, the universe literally changes around them. Season four introduces a plot point that where an SCP style anomaly exists called a Continuum Break, in which as a direct result of Emma’s decision, the universe casted Daniel out of everyone’s lives, and their friends memories, and retroactively replaces him with Jax. Subsequently, the events of the previous seasons and their conflicts revolve around Jax and Emma’s relationship. 

One reason why these retcons don’t work is that because the world was altered in Jemma’s image, Jax here isn’t the same Jax as we knew through season two and three. The retcons fail because Jax’s previous sympathy is erased in retrospect, because Jax would hide behind his parents as an excuse for his actions (the dead mother wasn’t dead, but in fact, secret villain; and Jax’s abusive father wasn’t abusive). Jax being sympathetic hinged off of these excuses, and they either never applied, or was hit by the reset button, and thus irrelevant to his development.

And I am left asking myself why the writers came up with the Continuum Break in the first place ?Where Jemma fans that pushy about making their ship canon that they had to make it the only canon relationship in the show ? If so, that’s how wildly Jemma shippers are, if not that’s on the writers for being that much fan slaves. What other point could there be in portraying the Continuum Break as the way things should be ? Not to be pesimeistic, but it feels like this is the show throwing a character under the bus for the sake of rewriting the previous seasons and making Jax the new protagonist.

On top of that, other characters and arcs get thrown under the bus too

Mainly, Mia Black, who was introduced in season three as the de-facto main antagonist, and is added as another member of the love triangle. Mia is also affected by the Continuum Break as she is also cast from everyone’s memories and lives, to live an alternate life with Daniel. This is arguably more jarring than Daniel being taken away because Mia ultimately doesn’t sacrifice her morals for what she believes in and ultimately wasn’t that much of a threat and her own redemption arc is foreshadowed throughout the season by bonding with Daniel and Diego, and the added empathise on how lonely she is. This culminates in Emma reaching out to her in the season finale, and declaring herself her protector.  Like Jax, I was looking forward to seeing where they would take Mia and her arc the next season. Well as a result of the Continuum Break, she’s out of everyone’s lives, and living an artificial alternate one the universe spat out. Like Daniel, she may have been happy with her new life, but it still renders everything they foreshadowed for her and what she’s been through for nothing.

Personal conclusion

I reiterate my first statement Every Witch Way was a great show (first three seasons, at least is IMO). It was a breath of fresh air in a time when most of Nick’s shows were targeting a younger demographic in a post iCarly, Big Time Rush, and Victorious era. I’d call it an cult classic series, but I still feel that season four keeps it from being one of the great ones. I do recommend checking the series out, the story arcs are mostly good. Unfortunately by the time season four rolled in, it seemed pretty clear the show was more interested in shipping wars than it was in telling it’s stories.

I can’t really pinpoint what caused the show to drop in quality; the manufactured ship war ? Jax as a character ? Jemma’s pushy fans ? The writers for bending to fan demands ? Either way, season four’s Continuum Break was something the show could have done without. I won’t say that Jax is the most unlikeable character on the show (that would be Emma’s father) and he isn’t the most evil either (that would be Torres). I consider Jax and his blunders more so the fault of how he was written than anything else.

I will give Jax and Jemma this; the character and ship has so much going for it, I can’t help but compare and contrast them to other similar characters, story arcs and ships. I use it as an example of not to write a redemptive romance, and why some things are best left to fanfiction. But above all else, I hold it as an example as to why writers and creators shouldn’t sacrifice their stories blindly cater to fans and popular ships.

[massivelykeencrusade]

it’s over

From now on, I know it’s over for real. I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for opening my eyes.

Let’s begin. It was 5 and a half years ago when I saw you for the first time. You were unimaginable in my eyes. Absolutely beautiful. Actually I really liked you from the first moment and as my mom told me “Once it’s over, you don’t have any way back.”. I was with someone else which was such a big mistake for me because that defined me for how I am right now, destroyed, nervous, anxious, angry, gealous, possesive, and so on. I didn’t want to be with you from the first time because I knew that if I was, you would’ve been just a beautiful dream for me right now at this moment. I loved you from the first time, that’s why I am telling you this in these times because I hope I can recover something I was thinking about you in the past. I’m sorry to hear that YOU wanted so much to talk to me and you couldn’t. I didn’t mean to make anything bad to you. I just wanted you FOREVER. That’s why I waited so much for now to begin the reationship. You were absolutely a dream to me and I loved you so much that you can’t even imagine. I did this because I couldn’t wait this anymore. Do you really wanna know how it all started in that night and why I was so desperate? It’s simple. That night of november, the last one, the “ex” as all of you call, absolutely forced me to fuck. I didn’t want to do this because I was dedicated in my mind for you. That’s why it hurts me when you say that you could do this at any moment if you wanted. WHY do you think it was the first time? Doesn’t this bother you? I am so fucking emotional that I was getting angry at any moment about you and hurting you without knowing because I JUST WANTED quietness from your side, dedication, love, affection, because I needed it. Nevermind. It all started weird with you making me feel bad for your person about me, it still is, and will never be the same again. I was trying to dedicate myself fully to you that’s why it hurted me when you said “I don’t have to be in the first place at all, we just are and that’s it”. I was just like a bullet through my head when you said all of these things. everything you did to me was so miraculously amazing that I can’t imagine someone doing all of these just to be done. You were like everything to me and I was expecting me to be the same. My own expectations about maturity and ego were never achieved. I did all of these for you, and I know, you never told me to do so, BUT remember, if I would’ve never done all of these the relationship would’ve been short term. I sacrificed all of my feelings for your confort and I hoped it was tame for you to do the same. All of the memories will stay in my head, now I know it’s over, I know you won’t try to reach me never again. It’s sad, it’s very sad. I wish you could let all the things behind and see how much I love you but you won’t. I want you to know that everything that you said about our love hurted me so much even the best ones because I feared this, I knew that you’ll get bored of me and you won’t do anything for me. We were meant to do this. I love you so much, I wanted you to do this for you and for us, I hoped we’ll be together forever and those thoughts destroyed me slowly without you ever noticing this. You were prepared for this and that’s why you did this so easily in front of me. I love you. I can’t express my feelings and my thoughts in words and after this I’ll be silent from now on. Thank you, for loving me as you did you did an amazing job changing me, unfortunately I couldn’t change you to love me completely, you can’t approach someone and I understand you fully. I wish sometime we could have an open talk to solve all of our problems, and your problems, and my problems, but i doubt this discussion. I love you, wish you the best and may someone love you as you want to make you cry with tears of joy and sadness at the same time. Remember me, you were my world and now we’re strangers because our fault. We couldn’t manage this because we were too young and I understand. I hope you’ll be happy. I’ll vanish in my tears of sadness as a mature man what I am I’ll do exactly what you want. I loved you in my way, and unfortunately for you, I’ll never stop doing this, you’re like a ghost to me right now. I love you so fucking much, I want you back but it is not possible something like this. I’m not good for you.

goodbye, much love baby and sorry for everything.

[eukvlipt]

when I was 24 (in 2013) I went to live to santiago because my girlfriend at the time was living there. we met online, I was from a smaller city, started a long distance reationship, and we wanted to be closer to each other. we were happy for like a year, but then we both realized it wasn’t working. love wasn’t the problem (as always in my case), we had a lot of love to give each other, the real problem was the lack of life in me. we were different and not compatible. I was very depressed back then, depressed and depressing. she deserved better than that, she was full of life, and i was already dead, so we happily part ways. i knew she was going to be better off without me, so it was an easy decision. i've never used my love as a prison. we stopped talking right there, in good terms, and again, as always, I was alone. no friends in a city that always felt too noisy and rude for me. at first i was ok with my own loneliness, but as the days passed i started to feel, for the first time in my life, that i was simply unloveable. i was working as a writer in an office at that time, i remember i went to work with a deadpan face for the next weeks, sat on my chair, did my job, and got back to my room. always in silence, always thinking about my painful reality. am i condemned to this kind of rejection? is it going to be like this everytime? why love isn’t enough? is my love worthless? i always thought love was enough... should i dare to love again? one night i was reading steppenwolf by hermann hesse, i had been hooked by the book for a couple of days at this point, it was the only thing i was doing in my spare time. past midnight, i read the last words of steppenwolf and immediately felt incredibly cold, cold and alone, and my mind started to trick me into accepting that coldness and loneliness was my present as well as my future. i don’t know if i understood correctly the message of the book, but that was the feeling i got from it. i started to dissociate. i started to feel desperate. i started to feel dead. i never felt so alone in my life. i needed to get warm again, to feel human again, alive again, but i was in a big city i didn’t like, without friends, without someone to talk to, without someone to trust those levels of vulnerability. the only person i knew and trusted in that city was my now ex girlfriend. she was the only person i trusted, and i wanted to see her, but at that moment, i stupidly thought it wouldn’t be enough to just talk to her from out of nowhere and tell her i was “really sad”. i thought maybe i wouldn’t be able to explain how deep my pain was, how worrying my soul ache felt. maybe she’d just understimate everything, tell me i’m bothering her, confirm i’m indeed alone... and at that moment, i was feeling too anxious and suicidal to accept that kind of rejection. so, in that cloudy desperation, i went to the kitchen, picked up a sharp knife, went back to my room, and started to cut myself everywhere. it was the first and only time i harmed myself in that sad way. i cutted everywhere, in my arms, my stomach, my legs, hands, everywhere, then i stopped, lied down comfortably in my bed, and started to watch my blood staining the sheets. seconds passed after the last cut, i started to breath slowly again, got calmer, and picked up my phone. i called her, and told her something like this: “i’m sorry to bother you, but i feel really sad, i just finished a very depressing book and reality hit me like a brick, i feel cold, i feel dead, i feel alone in this world, i need someone to talk to, i need to see someone, i don’t know anyone in this city, you’re the only person i trust, please, i need you here, just to see you, to talk with someone other than myself... by the way, i’m sorry but i was feeling suicidal and desperate so i cutted myself everywhere with a knife and i’m bleeding a lot... i’m sorry, i need you to be here, please”. i’ve never been an aggresive person so she knew i wasn’t going to harm her or anything like that. she took a cab and in 20 minutes found me in my bed pale, cold and with blood everywhere. when i first saw her coming thru that door i was so, so relieved, i smiled for the first time in weeks. all of this might sound dumb and overly dramatic now, but at that moment i really felt that alone, that cold, that desperate, and i really needed her, the only person i trusted in the world, to bring back the warm to my soul. she was the only person i could see in the eyes without feeling judged or small. i needed to see in her eyes that my love wasn’t worthless, that my love went somewhere deep. i needed to see in her eyes that someone cared. during that night she was warm and caring, but also angry. “you didn’t had to do this to get my attention! you can kill yourself doing this!”. i was so ashamed, so sorry... i was like “i’m sorry, i’m dumb, it doesn’t matter, i’ll be fine, please stay here for a little while”. i didn’t asked her to get back together or to kiss me or something like that, i just wanted to be with her, with a friend, with someone who cares, for a little while. she softly cured the wounds that are now scars and reminders of an emotional low. before she left, she took my copy of the steppenwolf because it was all bloody and it would remind me of that night. to this day she have that book, and to this day i don’t have that night in my memories. i totally forgot about that episode until a few moments ago when i saw a copy of the book here in tumblr and remembered everything. i write all this as something to read in the future, as a reminder of that precious lesson i learned the wrong way that night: that my love is not worthless and it makes people to care about me, that there’s people out there who care about me, even if we don’t talk everyday, even if i can’t see it, and that they’re always willing to help, even when it feels like to be cared for is not something for me