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2D finding out his S/O has been hiding their depression from him, manages to talk his S/O out of suicide?

(If you need someone for talk, advice or just listen to you I’m here mi DM is always open)

You know 2D is someone who’ll try to see the bright side of everything including you. And maybe that’s why you haven’t told him about your issues.
Normally you don’t have strong depression episodes because he tries to always be with you which makes you feel real happiness.
Anyways you need a way to relieve all of your problems. So you started a diary where you write all of your thoughts. You always had it in your bag so anyone could find it.

2D and you were coming out of a restaurant which attracted lots of fans who were pulling and pushing. Someone started pulling your bag when in torn and everything fell on the floor. Stu lost all of his patience so he started yelling to the guys to leave you alone or he would their’s head of.
When he was helping you to carry your things to the car, the journal called his attention. He slightly kept it, he knew it was wrong but he wanted to know you more.
When he was finally alone he started reading it and it broke his heart reading things like “Stu asked me all the day why I was blue, I said I was tired”, “we’re fighting again maybe everything is my fault” or “I’m an idiot, he asked me to go to the beach tomorrow. I said no, he can’t see my scars” when he finished that line he ran to your room and started yelling as he sobbed “wha’ the fak is this!? Why ya didn’t tell mah abou’ this?!” You didn’t know what to say you were going to escape of the situation but when you where turning you felt a long arms holding you tightly “please don’t hide how ya feel love” you stayed there in a peaceful silence with just you crying slightly.

Tommy's Girl [1/?]

Tommy Shelby x OC Alfie’s sister.

Warnings: language.

Part One. Part 2.

Emily Solomons, sister to Alfie Solomons, was the Queen of Camden Town, despite her terrifying temper. Her brother and his men worshipped her and did everything in their power to protect her. With her tanned skin and green eyes contrasting her short brown hair, she had her brother’s men bent to her will.

It was a bright Tuesday morning. Emily, dressed in a deep red knee-length dress patterned with white flowers and high leather boots, entered her brother’s bakery.

“Alfie,” she called, storming into the elder Solomons’ office.

“What do you want, darlin’? I’m a bit busy at the minute,” He muttered, flicking through a pile of papers on his desk.

“Aren’t you meetin’ with that Shelby bloke today?” She asked, grinning when her brother slowly met her eyes.

“I am, and I want you out the way. Don’t want you getting in trouble do we?”

“Please, Alfie. Please can I sit in on the meetin’? I won’t be no trouble, I swear. I just wanna know what’s goin’ on.” Emily begged in her sweetest voice, pouting her bottom lip out.

“For the love of - alrigh’ fine. Just stay by me and keep your mouth shut. Can’t have Shelby gettin’ any ideas.” Alfie scratched his head, sighed and went back to his paperwork.


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“Come on, sweetheart, Shelby’ll be here in a minute. Go sit in my office and wait for me to get back, yeah? I won’t be a minute, just gotta go greet the fella.” Alfie grumbled, putting on his hat and jacket to go and meet the Shelby brother.
 
“Okay, but don’t be too long, you know how I worry,” Emily leaned up on her tiptoes and pecked his cheek, “be good and don’t start any trouble without me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it darlin’.” Alfie winked and left her without another word. Emily strode lazily towards her brother’s office and sat on a stool next to his desk, waiting patiently for Alfie’s return.

After about ten minutes, Alfie walked through the door and sat down in his big leather chair. He was closely followed by an attractive looking man, wearing a flat cap, with cold blue eyes and full lips, who sat across from him. Thomas Shelby, Emily presumed.

The men discussed agreements and deals for a while, before Shelby became too distracted by studying Emily.

“Pretty girl. She your secretary?” He asked casually.

“You fuckin’ what?” Emily leapt off her stool outraged.

“You put your fuckin’ foot in it now mate,” Alfie chuckled, “Tommy Shelby, meet Emily Solomons, my sister.”

“I’m sorry, your brother didn’t mention you.” Tommy explained calmly.

“Fuck off. Alfie, I’m not having this. He’s disrespecting me, he’s disrespecting you, he’s disrespecting our organisation. Fuckin’ secretary? Gypsy prick.” Emily ranted.

“Em, you’re overreacting, don’t you think? He apologised. It was an easy mistake to make.” Alfie tried to calm his sister down which only made things worse.

“Fuck yourself.” She spat and stomped out of the room.

“She’s a fiery one, isn’t she? Your Emily. I’m sorry, really. You didn’t mention you had a sister.” Tommy told Alfie, cautiously.

“She’s got an ‘ell of a fuckin’ temper on her, I’ll give her that,” Alfie sighed, “so, back to this deal.”

“I tell you what, let’s renegotiate this deal. I’ll give you twenty five more men, but I get to take your Emily as my wife. My aunt’s trying to marry me off, you see.” Tommy met Alfie’s eyes coolly, a calculating look gracing his face.

“I… Well, she won’t like that, and honestly, I don’t know if I do. She’s never been interested in marriage and she’s the only family I got. You’ll be wantin’ to take her to Birmingham, I don’t fuckin’ know abou’ that.” Alfie sighed and scratched his beard. “Fine. But I want fifty more men and you do wrong by her and I swear - you’ll fuckin’ get what’s comin’ to ya.”

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Tomorrow was your first day working as Sehun’s assistant. You were very nervous as to how this was all going to work out considering your past with him. You turned around restlessly in your bed as your thoughts wavered towards him again.


3 Years Ago

You had barely started your first year of college when you met him. You were both scared and excited to start walking the path that would lead to what would become of you in the future. He was just an ordinary young man trying his hardest to make his way up in the business world.

You always cheered him on and he did so for you as well. To you, he was the perfect man. He was everything you could have asked for in a man and more. He was your very first boyfriend and he never judged your inexperience when it came to relationships. Instead, he found it rather charming.

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Now You Need Me || Happy Lowman Imagine *REQUESTED*

“Why don’t you believe me?! I told you that I’ve been trying to get a job! No one is hiring me.”

“I’ve heard that all before. I told you that once you turned 18 you would need to start paying rent. Money is tight and I needed help. You’re almost 19 and you haven’t helped at all.” 

“Dad! I am trying! How many times do I have to say that?!”

“You can say it as much as you want, but words don’t put food on the table for five people.”

“That’s weird because your words seem to put money in the club’s hands and coke in the Chinese’s noses,” I said out of spite.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get. Out. NOW!”

“Fine, fuck you too, Jax. Oops, I mean ‘Dad’.” I went to pack my shit and get the hell out of the bastard’s life. I hate the fact that I have to leave Abel and Thomas behind, but that’s life. I bypassed Tara on the way out, and gave her a measly bye.

I took myself to a hotel with what money I had. I was unpacking my bag into the dresser when…

*RING RING RING*

I looked at the caller ID and dreaded answering it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Baby. How are you?”

“Fine, Grandma. How are you?”

“Ugh, I hate it when you call me that. Makes me feel old.”

“Would you like me to call you Gemma instead?”

“I guess not. I just want you to know that I love you and that we haven’t had any girl time lately.”

“I love you too, but you’re right and we should.”

“We should plan that soon. Alright Baby. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Okay, bye.”

She obviously didn’t know that I was kicked out of the house. Otherwise, she would’ve just shown up instead of calling. What am I going to do? I’m fucking screwed. I can only stay in this hotel for so long before I run out of money, not to mention I need supplies and food. This is insane. God, help me.

One Month Later

“Good Afternoon, my name is Y/N and I’ll be your waitress. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“Uh, yeah. I’ll have a coffee please.”

“Coming right up. Do you still need time to look over the menu?”

“Yeah,” he answered. I nodded and went to go the man’s coffee,

“Excuse me?” The man asked flagging down another waitress. “Is it alright if I move to the stools?”

“Of course!” With that, he took his silverware and menu and went to the stools that were stationed in front of the kitchen.

“Oh won’t you stay with me. Cuz you’re all I need. This ain’t love it’s clear to see, but Darling, stay with me.” I had my headphones in as I was pouring the fresh cup of hot coffee. I knew I wasn’t supposed to sing on the job, but I love this song. When I turned around, I almost dropped the cup.

“Oh my God! When did you get here?”

“I moved from the booth to over here. You have an incredible voice. Why are you working here?” the man asked.

“Thank you! But I need a job and this is what was offered.”

“I don’t accept that. Talent like yours shouldn’t go unnoticed. How would you like to go pro?”

“Like, become a professional singer? You mean like Halsey?”

“Exactly.”

“How exactly would you do that? I don’t even know your name. Or if you legit.”

“Of course it would take some time, but I don’t doubt you. By the way, my name is Scott Maylin and I’m a music producer. Here’s my card. Please come down to the studio and let’s see what happens.”

“Sounds good.”

“I have to go, but I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

“Thank you.” I was beyond stunned by what just happened as I watched him walk out the door. I really need this right now, but what if it doesn’t work? I guess I’ll never know unless I don’t try.

Later That Night

Knock Knock Knock

I hop off the bed and go see who is at the door.

“What are you doing here?”

“I haven’t seen or heard from you in a month.”

“What did you expect to happen after your President kicked me out of the house?” I asked letting him in the room.

“I expected you to stay in touch.”

Wow! Really Happy? You expected me to go back to the clubhouse and keep in contact?”

“Kinda, but I guess that wasn’t in your plans. I’m worried about you, Kid,” he said looking down.

“Don’t be and I’m not a kid. Those days are clearly over. I don’t know what you expected out of this little reunion, but I don’t think it’s anything I can offer.”

“You’re talking and that’s enough for me. Since you’re not going to stay in touch, then I will. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

He sure as hell kept that promise.

One Year Later

“Does anyone have any ideas on how to keep money in our pockets and the Irish happy because I’ve got fucking nothing. So far everything we’ve done has resulted in blood shed. And with Patterson on my ass, we can make no room for mistakes.” Turns out that no one had any ideas, so Church was called as over. Jax walked out looking anything but content.

“Hey Baby, you okay?” Gemma asked.

“No. Major club money shit and just so much more.”

“How long has it been since you’ve talked to her?” 

“You think this is about Y/N?”

“Baby, her birthday just passed and it was the first one without her.”

“If I knew where she was or how to contact her, I would’ve,” he said walking away. Gemma was about to walk away when someone caught her eye.

“Happy! Come here for a second.”

“Yeah Mom?” She looked at him with the “Gemma” look.

“Where is she?”

“Who?”

“Really? I’m already pissed that she hasn’t reached out and can’t be reached. Do I need to take that out on you?” she challenged.

“She’s happy right now. She’s doing good.”

“How good?”

“Very good. She’s doing what she loves.”

“Yeah I figured that when I heard her on the radio taking Abel to school. The club needs money and Jax needs closure. Take me to her.” Gemma walked out and told Tara to get in the car too.

“What about Jax, Gem?” she looked at Happy knowing that he was right.

“Jackson!”

“Yeah?”

“I need you and everyone else with me.” Jax looked at her hella confused, but told the rest of the club to follow.

At The Venue

“Missy! Can you fix the mic range? Whenever I go to the back of the crowd I get a lot of feedback.”

“Sure thing, Y/N! Alright, we’re good! Ready to start when you are.” I gave her a thumbs up and waited for the music to play. 

“Woah, let’s go
But I’m Gerald and I can always have just what I want
She’s that baddest I would love to flaunt
Take her shopping, you know Yves Saint Laurent
But nope, she ain’t with it though
All because she got her own dough
Boss bossed if you don’t know
She could never ever be a broke ho
You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys.”

I was really starting to get in to the groove of the song when I looked up and saw two very familiar faces walk in, then many more. It took everything I had to not stop the soundcheck, but I knew I only had 10 minutes until the show started. This was the last song of rehearsal before I have to go to my dressing room to get ready, so I decided to finish.

“I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you
I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please.”

I finally finish and walk off the stage to my dressing room.

“Did anyone know she could do that?” Tig asked.

“Nope,” Chibs said.

“Not even in the slightest,” Juice added in.

“Mom, why are we here?” Jax asked with a little sadness in his voice.

“You need her. Let’s go.”

“I don’t think we can just walk back there, Gemma,” Tara pointed out.

“Watch us.”

“Uh excuse me, I can’t let you in here. Mr. Lowman, come on through,” said the bodyguard. Everyone looked at Happy with confused looks as he came in my room.

“I am her grandmother and this is her father! You let us back there, you fuck!”

“Mom! Stop!”

“Ma'am, one more outburst and I’m going to have to ask you and your little outlaws to leave.”

“Fine,” she said giving up.

“Why the fuck is Happy back there with her?” Bobby asked. But before anyone could answer…

“Ladies and Gentalmen! Please give it up for Y/N!”

I walk out on stage with my head held high, ready to do my best. I sang my heart out and realized it was the end of the show. 

“Thank you guys so much for coming out tonight! This last song is dedicated to my Old Man.” When I said that, it clicked for the club. 

“Are you fucking serious?” Jax asked Happy. 

“…Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I’m covered in the colors
Pull apart at the seams
And it’s blue
And it’s blue. 

Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he’s so devoid of color
He don’t know what it means
And he’s blue
And he’s blue. 

Everything is blue
Everything is blue
Everything is blue
Everything is blue.”

I took a bow and walked off the stage. I gathered all of my belongings and walked out to the parking lot. 

“Hey! So you don’t talk to me for a year and now you try to leave without saying goodbye?” I smile to myself and turn around.

“Hi Grandma, Tara, boys.”

“Hi Sweetheart. You know, it would’ve been nice to be invited to a show.”

“No one but one person knew what it is I do.”

“Well, the next time you want to keep your career a secret, my advice to you is to not have your songs played on the radio.”

“Right. Gemma, what are you guys doing here?”

“We need to talk to you abou-”

“OMG! YOU DID SO GOOD TONIGHT! I AM YOUR BIGGEST FAN! CAN I HAVE A PICTURE?!” 

“Uh sure!” I took a picture with the fan when I noticed about 70 more coming towards me.

“We can talk at my place. Tail us.” Gemma nodded and told everyone else. 

Happy and I hopped in the car and I stared at him.

“I couldn’t stop her from coming, Babe.”

“A heads up would’ve been nice. I wasn’t ready for that. Why are they even here?” I questioned.

“The club is in trouble and we need money.”

“Wow! Haha! That’s rich! The club needs money, so they come to me after a year.” I said sarcastically, but kind of hurt. 

“Babe, I get how this looks, but you cut them off. Jax misses and you know Gemma is miserable. Just be glad you’re still alive, I was kinda expecting her to kill you for cutting her off for a year.”

“Yeah, I guess I should consider myself lucky,” I said as we pulled into the driveway.

Happy and I hopped out of the car and I unlocked the door. Everyone followed us in and looked around like they were in a castle.

“Wow, Happy said she was doing well, but I didn’t think she was doing this well,” Tara whispered to Jax as she looked around the foyer.

“Jessie! We’re home!” I called out.

“Hey! How was the show?” the babysitter asked handing me my beautiful baby girl.

“Great! How was Alina?”

“Amazing as always. I’m glad you had a great night, but I gotta run. Bye, Hap! Bye, everyone else!”

There was a scatter of bye’s when I turned around to face everyone else.

“Who’s this?” Tara asked as she grabbed Alina’s little hand.

“Our daughter,” I said as I grabbed Happy. Jax and Gemma looked at Happy as if they were going to take turns beating him to death and beyond.

I look over at my father, “So you need money, huh?”

“Sweetheart,” Gemma started.

“No. That’s why you’re here right? Because you guys need money?”

“I’m not going to lie, yeah. But that’s not the only reason,” Jax said.

“Then why?!” Happy took the baby out of my hands and ushered the guys and Tara out of the room to give them a house tour.

“Why didn’t you tell me that I have a granddaughter? Or that Hap was your Old Man?”

“That is none of your business.”

“But it is mine,” Gemma butted in.

“What do you want?” I asked. Jax explained what was happening and I turned him down until Gemma gave me a speech on family. 

Jax told me that he really missed me and that he was proud of me for becoming what I’ve become. He told me what I’ve been waiting to hear, that he loved me. It was then that I decided to help the club. From then on, we all stayed in contact and I got to watch my brothers grow and everyone got to watch Alina grow. Even though life was tough for a while, the Universe came back around and gave me my family back. 

Please, Don’t

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Words: 2365 (wow, waaay past my usual. oops.)
Warning: implied sex

You and Poe had a complicated relationship: friends with benefits. It was for the best. Both of you being pilots, it would’ve been hard to actually be in a relationship knowing that both of your jobs were dangerous. So that’s what you two settled on. Friends…with benefits. No strong emotions attached right?….Wrong. At least for you. 

You hated yourself when you came to the realization that you fell in love with the astound pilot. He was handsome, charming, funny, and great in bed. You fell hard. You often found yourself smiling because you thought of Poe. It was so bad. You had gotten yourself distracted too many times.

“Y/N? Hey!” Jessika snapped her fingers in front of your face breaking you out of your happy trance.

You shook your head, “Huh? Oh, sorry Jess. What were you saying?”

Jessika looked at you oddly, “Are you alright? You’ve been drifting off a lot and not only that, you always end up with a smile on your face. Who’s got you so love struck?” She smirked at you.

You turned pink, “No one! Just excited for the mission, that’s all.”

“Uh huh.” You knew she wasn’t convinced.

“Uh, I gotta check on Are-Four to see if it’s ready to go. See ya, Jess!”

As you ran off you heard in the distance, “YOU’RE NOT FOOLING ME, Y/N!”

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So I made a Sendrick fanfic I hope you like it!

This is what came to my mind when I watched the DVD extras..


“Anna? You do know they not just ship Bechloe right? They also ship Sendrick." 
"Sendrick? Is that.. your last name and my last name put together?”
“Yes. Not the whole fandom ships us in real life but there are still many who do.”
“I guess the DVD extras weren’t the best for them then.”
“Why? isn’t that what they want? To see us get closer? What do you think will they say if Beca and Chloe become a couple in pitch perfect 3?”
“I think they’ll be more than incredibly excited abou that. But.. don’t you think we should tell them?”
“Tell them what?”
“Britt.. c'mon.”

They spend the whole night at the rehearsal house with the other cast members and the crew. Everyone got their own room but Anna and Brittany got one together cause everyone knows they’re together for three year snow and everyone is super excited about it.

Anna rolled around and kissed her passionatley. Her slender fingers ran through the blondes hair and their naked bodies rubbed against each other.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Brittany said innocently.
“Oh really? You just like to tease don’t you?” the brunette replied with a smile.
“Don’t you remember last night? And plenty other nights before that? You shouldn’t be asking that.”
“You’re right. As always. But i still think we should tell them they will freak out.”
“I like the teasing part.”
“Of course you do.”

And with that the blonde pushed the smaller girl on the bed and climbed on top of her while pinning her hands above her head. She sucked on her pulse point and she knew the Anna would melt under her touch. “Ehat would they say if I kissed you next time for real? And after it you pretend like it didn’t happen?” the blonde said while continued kissing her way down until she reached Annas nipple. She blew lightly on it cause she knew how sensitive it was. Then kissed it and sucked on it harder until she earned a moan from the woman underneath her. Then she continued her sucking and biting on the other breast. Brittany looked up from time to time just to enjoy the view of Anna who was arching her back desperately for her to touch.

“Someone is a little impatient today hm?”
“Britt.. please can you just.. oh god!” Anna let out a loud moan as the taller woman inserted one finger into her without a warning.
“Stop trying to kiss me when caneras are with us. Everyone in the whole fandom knows you’re bisexual anyway and they probably think I’m just being cute.” She saiys while moving her finger slowly making Anna more frustrated than she was before.

“You know what they also want?” “Fuck.. no..” Brittany kissed her rough and shoved her tounge into her mouth. Then licking below Annas ear and whispering “They want Emily to be the Lovechild of Bechloe.” As soon as she said that she shoved two more fingers into Anna and she could feel her getting close now. “Shit! Oh fuck Britt!” “What do you say to that?” the blonde asked as if Anna wasn’t close to her climax. “They.. shit.. I can see why.. fuck please make me come!” she screamed as she realized the motion of Brittanys fingers became slower. “I want a real answer first.” she removed her fingers fully and sucked them clean in front of Annas dark eyes. “You really are such a fucking tease.” she said completely out of breath. “I can.. I can see why they think that.. But.. god that’s so good!” she moaned again cause the blonde kissed her way down the brunettes stomach and kissing her inner thighs. “Answer.” “I’ve already given you an answer for god sake!” “God you’re so hot when you swear.” That was the last thing she said before burying her head between the smaller girls legs. She began to lick down her folds slowly but becoming faster in no time. she was biting down and aucking hard soon which brought her to the edge quickly. “Fuck Britt.. that’s so fucking good please don’t stop!” she yelled as she felt her stomach tighten.

“Oh by the way! Do you think our characters would do it like we do it? Do you see Chloe as the dominant one?”
All she got as an answer was a frusrated cry from Anna. “I said don’t stop. Shit. I need to come!” Brittany slowly ran two fingers through her folds holding her at the edge put not pushing her over it.
“You know what I think?” “I.. I’m not into your guessing games right now!”
The blonde leaned in and whispered into her ear “I think Chloe has masturbated several times imagening your fingers and your tounge pleasing her. Making her come so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk for days.”

And with that she kissed the brunette again showing four fingers at once into her and earning a scream into the kiss. She was so wet that she could easily fit four fingers into her moving them faster and deeper with every thrust. Anna came immediatly screaming Brittanys name at the top of her lungs.
This will forever be her favorite view as she watched Anna in complete pleasure. Wave after wave washes over her and she i ssure this is one of the hardest orgasms she ever had.

After a while her body relaxed again but she was still trying to catch her breath.
“That was.. oh my god. I didn’t know you had dirty talk in you.”
“I guess it just came over me. And I don’t think we should tell them. It’s funny to watch the fans freak out about us isn’t it? We should probably post something which makes them insane more often.”
“You’re evil Brittany Snow.”
“You love it.”
“Of course I do. But I don’t think the Lovechild thing is very realistic.”

In that moment there was a knock on the door. Then they heard Hailee’s voice.
“Just because you two are awake so early doesn’t mean you have to wake the whole cast. Okay? The cool kids sleep longer mom and mom.”


If you liked it.. I’m TeresaSmith on fanfiction.net it’s my first story there but if I get some reviews or ideas for new fanfics I’ll be happy to write them! (:

The Clue in the Scrapbook

I was bored and this kept distracting me from writing the Guide, so I gave in and wrote this word-vomit piece of shit drabble out: Norman and Mabel are going through some of her old scrapbooks, Norman uncovers a photo Dipper would rather him not see.

Trans!Dipper Parapines AU.  Also I can’t title things for shit.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Nurseydex getting together in the style of Jack and Bitty with a graduation day realization that they want to spend the rest of their life with that dumb D-Man and a run across campus that culminates in a wonderful kiss.

My babs! Graduating!! I’m not crying, you’re crying!!!!! (yeah, nooooooo, I’m totally crying here.  My babs, all grown up!!!!!!!)

Thanks for the prompt! Enjoy!  :-) xxxx

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“I can’t believe we’re graduating.   It feels like we just started college” Nursey said, as Dex joined him in the Reading Room.

“I know” Dex agreed, sitting down.  He’d been doing that a lot more with Nursey over the last few years.  They still fought all the time, but they were got along better now.  They understood each other more, and were definitely near Ransom and Holster levels of close, or even Jack and Bitty levels of close.

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Can you please write a scenario when you and your boyfriend,Hanbin watching a horror movie and after the movie he just fool around while you’re scared and when he notices you aren’t joking he tries to comfort you. Could you make it really fluffy? :3 thank youuu

You sit down with your boyfriend and take out the box of DVDs. You look through the ones you loved the most, which were more like romantic, comedy or so.

“You want to watch that? Our life is already about that, let’s watch something else.” Hanbin says, pulling his backpack to his lap.

He opens it and grabs a movie out. ‘Annabelle’.

“What is that?” You asked, curious.

The cover was dark with a face on it. A doll face. You struggled to keep it in your hands. “I don’t think I want to watch this…” You said, worried.

“Why? It’s just a horror movie abou—”

“No I don’t want to know! Shh, shh….” You said, to make him stop talking.

“If you don’t want to tell you then let’s watch it.” He smiles, getting to the DVD player.

You barely got a chance to see what was on the screen. 99% of the time, your eyes were covered. The 1% was moments when you looked around to see if anyone was there. You heard screaming and talking from the TV. It was hard to try to skip the screen. Especially when someone was screaming or you heard a noise from the television.

“Are you okay? You won’t stop moving.” He asks, putting his hand on to your shoulder.

“Eeek!” You shouted, terrified.

You push his hand off and scream even louder. He looks at you, surprised from your answer and your reaction.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, pausing the movie at the wrong moment.

“C-close the TV!” You demanded.

“Why? We’re almost at the good part.” He answer, turning his head to the screen.

“Close it!” You shouted, trembling on the couch.

He sighs and closes it. He then smirks and slowly touches your back like someone else was there. You screamed in fear, your heart beating faster than when you saw Hanbin for the first time of your life, which means a year ago. Anyways, you felt attacked and scared. All you could do was stay in the living room, the only place where there was light. Who knows if she was in your bedroom or the bathroom. Maybe in the kitchen, preparing the knife. In the bathroom with the razor. In the bedroom with your nail cutter to slice your neck.

“Why are you like this?” He laughed at your face.

You wanted to cry from your scares and push everything that was in front of you. You felt your lips tremble.

“Who is that at the window?!” He joked, looking outside.

“S-stop it…”

He opens the TV again. Her face appeared.

“Oh my god, it’s her! Look!”

Your face turned for no reason at the television. You thought your heart suddenly stopped when you saw her. You felt lost, in a daze full of nightmares. You could hear a laugh, the movie wasn’t even playing. A hand suddenly laid on your arm.

“____…? You’re really pale…” Your boyfriend says, worried.

You didn’t get to answer, all you could do is just think about getting killed or being left in a room with 100% chance of getting killed.

“_____?” He repeats several times.

He closes the screen which makes you blink. He grabs your face and turns it to him.

“_____? Are you okay?” He asks.

You fall in to his arms, your head resting on his chest. You had negative, scary thoughts and all you could do with your body was just lean on him. He puts his arms around you and sighs.

“I’m sorry…” He whispers.

He pats your back and holds you tightly enough for you to realize that you should decide to stop him before he chokes you. You push him softly, but you were still in his arms. He apologies again and kisses your nose.

“Don’t worry, she won’t come get you. After all, she’s created in America or somewhere like that, not in Asia.” He comforts you, laying other kisses on your face.

“And if she was here, I would be surprised because she doesn’t exist.” He adds.

You smile at his words but still had thoughts about her. You bury your face in to his chest, trying to face somewhere else than the place where you are in.

“Do you want to stay like this?”

You nod against him. You could hear him breath and somehow smile.

“Alright. Do you want to go to sleep now?”

“No…” You answer.

“But aren’t you tired? We sleep in the same room anyways, and I’ll be with you tomorrow morning until you wake up so you feel safe.” He promises.

You suddenly smile and lift your head up to face him. He picks you up and closes the lights, bringing you to the bedroom. He lays you on the bed and walks to close the lights and comes back to you. He puts the blanket over you two and kisses you again, putting an arm around you. You could feel his lips move on your forehead, your body really close to his.

“I’ll protect you.” He murmurs before giving you your 'good night kiss’.

“Don’t you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you’re not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you’ve lived nearly half the time you have to live already?“ 
"Yes, every once in a while." 
"Do you know that in abou thirty- five more years we’ll be dead?" 
"What the hell, Robert,” I said. “What the hell." 
"I’m serious." 
"It’s one thig I don’t worry about,” I said. 
“You ought to." 
"I’ve had plenty to worry about one time or other. I’m through worrying." 
"Well, I want to go to South America." 
"Listen, Robert, going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that." 
"But you’ve never been to South America." 
"South America hell! If you went there the way you feel now it would be exactly the same. This is a good town. Why don’t you start living your life in Paris?” 

Ernest Hemingway | The Sun Also Rises, ch. 2

iii. dinner and a show (specifically, for the two men they don’t belong to)

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“Hi.” Emma is giving her that ridiculous puppy-dog smile, the one she’d seen once the night they’d first met and more and more since Emma had come back to town, and Regina might have smiled back except that Hook is standing behind Emma on her porch with one hand on the small of Emma’s back.

“Absolutely not,” she says, and slams the door in Emma’s face.

Her phone rings a moment later and she snatches it up. “No, Miss Swan.”

“Come on, Regina, it’s my birthday. Hook wants to spend it with me and I want to spend it with Henry…and you,” she adds, and Regina shrugs off the warmth that spreads through her at Emma’s words. “So don’t send us to Granny’s, okay? You’re still stuck with us if you kick us out this time.”

She frowns, pulling the door open again. “Why in the world would you need me to come with you?”

A tilted head, an unimpressed face. “Oh, are we still pretending that we’re not friends? I’ve already planned our lives together. Mary Margaret might have gotten sick when I suggested that bedding thing at our wedding.” 

Hook laughs. Regina rolls her eyes.

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"Going to gym again, be back soon!"

I left the note on the counter, grabbing my trainers and sitting on the stairs to tie my laces, grabbing a jacket, my bag and my car keys and hearing Luke trudge down the stairs trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.

His sweat pants hung low on his hips and he was shirtless. My favourite Luke to wake up to.

“Are you going to the gym again?” He asked, his voice gravelly and sleepy.

“Yeah, I’ll be back in an hour or two.” I nodded, very much more awake than he was. He pulled me into him by my hips.

“Don’t go, stay here, I’ll make pancakes.”

“No, I want to go.”

“Please don’t.”

“What are you doing, Luke?”

“Do you think I haven’t noticed?”

“Noticed what?”

“That you don’t eat any more - that you work out and don’t eat and all your bones have started popping out?” He sighed, he sounded so sad.

“I don’t know what you’re talking abou-”

His hands tightened on my hips. “You’ve lost so much weight, you’re scaring me so much, please - stop.”

I sighed. “I can’t.”

John had known, pretty early into this parenting thing, that he hadn’t been handed an easy task. His son was a very special person, and John was impossibly proud of the man Stiles seemed to be growing into (sometimes by accident, it seemed), but John was also very, very aware of his son’s many flaws. Stiles may be clever and smart and loyal, but he’s also always struggled with getting a grip on what’s appropriate, or when and where things are appropriate, or maybe just getting grip of caring about when and where things are appropriate. He can’t count the amount of times that Stiles’ troubles at school or with authority and other people have boiled down to inappropriate behavior in an inappropriate venue. It’s happened a lot. Stiles is full of inappropriate moments.

None of them can top this. None of them could have ever prepared him for this.

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