a lot of personal thoughts tonight

It’s funny how something that has become such a part of my routine can still be so hard. I’ve put in about 650 pump sites, give or take, and yet I still manage to psych myself out sometimes. I mean, I know giving yourself an injection isn’t exactly what you’d call “normal,” so it’s not that strange that it still bothers me sometimes. But I guess you’d think I’d have gotten used to it by now. But once in a while I put one in and it hurts so bad and then the next time I have to change it, that pain is all I can think about. Sometimes it’s not even because the last one hurt, it’s just because I started thinking about it too much.

Anyway, maybe no one else has experienced this. But if you have, just know you’re not alone! And don’t be ashamed because I’ve had diabetes for 12 years and it still happens to me. So I’m with you.

Don’t Leave (Jeff x Reader)

Hello everyone! This is my first imagine on this blog, so I hope you enjoy! Please send in requests if you would like to see more!



“Hannah” You groan as the car comes to a halt. “Why couldn’t we of just stayed at mine?” Hannah rolls her eyes at you before taking her seatbelt off.

“Because, you and Jeff haven’t spoken in a week and Jeff is coming tonight. So, you two are going to fix things!” She demands with a smile before hopping out of the car before you can protest. You groan once more as you get out and follow her to the home of Jessica Davis. 

“Okay tell me this, I know for a fact that me and Jeff isn’t the only reason you wanted to come tonight.” You smirk linking arms with hers. “Has it got anything to do with Mr Clay Jensen?” You wiggle your eyebrows as Hannah bites her lip holding back her smile giving away the answer which you already knew.

“Oh shut up Y/N.” She laughs as you two reach the house. 

You suddenly become nervous as you barge your way through the swarm of already drunken teenagers. Usually you love a good party, but tonight the thought of seeing Jeff scared you. You two hadn’t spoken for a week since your fight. He didn’t like the fact that you were spending lots of time with Justin Foley who has been one of your best friends since you were children. Jeff believed that you and Justin had something going on and being the person you are, you didn’t let him get away with that accusation.

“Y/N! Hannah! My very best friends!” A cheery voice comes from behind you and as you spin around you are met with a very happy Clay. “I’ve been waiting for you guys to arrive, here, I already got you both a drink.” You chuckle as you take the drink from his hand.

“What’s gotten in to you Jensen?” You say with an amused look on your face. 

“Oh, I’m just happy that you two finally decided to show up!” 

“Sorry, it took me a while to drag little miss Y/L/N out of the house.” Hannah rolls her eyes before taking a sip of her drink.

“So… Have you um seen him yet?” Clay asks awkwardly as he looks around the room. 

“Nope.” You shake your head and take a sip of your drink, the alcohol slightly burning your throat. 

“Atkins! Atkins! Atkins!” You spoke to soon. You turn your head and see him walk through the door. Your heart beat immediately begins to thump at a fast pace. He catches your eye and you look away, bringing your attention back to Clay and Hannah who’s giving you a sympathetic smile. 

“Well, I need another drink.” You breathe out as you begin to down the one in your hand.

“But I just gave you-” Clay stops himself as he see’s you finish your once full cup. “Okay then…”

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A few drinks later you are stumbling through the crowds to find your other two best friends Jessica and Justin. 

“Y/N/N!” Justin calls out with a smile as you reach them in the corner of the living room. 

“Bitchhhhh!” Jessica yells throwing her arms in the air to greet you. 

“Bitchhhh!” You reply, mimicking Jessica’s actions. 

“Have you spoken to the prick?” Justin asks as he rolls his eyes. You chuckle slightly. Justin hasn’t exactly been Jeff’s biggest fan after your fight. When you told him what happened all he did was laugh at the fact that Jeff thought you were together.

“No, I’ve only seen him a few times and then went the complete opposite direction to where he was.” You sigh. “I don’t even think he cares that I’m here.”

“Well…” Jessica nods her head to something behind you. “I beg to differ seeing as he can’t keep his eyes off of you.” 

You frown before turning around the see Jeff at the other side of the room, his eyes on you and only you. Turning back to your friends you take a deep breath before finishing your drink and putting the empty cup on the table. 

“I need some air.” You walk, or should I say stumble, out of the house and into the front garden. You really wanted to speak to Jeff but what would you say? A whistle knocks you out of your thoughts.

“Hello baby girl.” An arm that didn’t belong to Jeff is thrown over your shoulder. You look up to see none other than Montgomery De La Cruz smirking down at you. 

“I am not your baby girl.” You spat wriggling out of his grasp just for him to grab your arm and pull you closer.

“Oh come on Y/L/N.” He tightens his grip. “I’ve been watching you all night and you haven’t been with Jeff at all. So why don’t I show you how to have some fun?” He whispers the last part into your ear making you tense up, feeling uncomfortable.

“Fuck off Monty.” You struggle to get out of his grip.

“Just let me show you how to have a good time princess.”

“Monty, I said fuck-” Before you can finish your sentence Monty is aggressively pulled away from you.

“She said fuck off Monty.” A voice full of anger spits. A wave of relief flushes over you as you see Jeff stood in front of you, towering over Montgomery. 

“Come on Atkins, you weren’t giving her any attention so I thought I would step in.” He winks at you causing Jeff to clench his fists.

“Stay away from her or I swear to god I’ll beat the shit out of you.” You widen your eyes in shock. Angry Jeff was rare but when it did happen, it was scary. You step in before a fight breaks out, intertwining you fingers with Jeff’s causing him to calm down.

“Come on.” You say calmly, tugging Jeff away. He takes a deep breath before walking you to a quiet area. 

Once you stop walking you both stare at each other for a while in silence. God you missed him. 

“Baby I’m so sorry.” He finally says taking your hands in his, guilt evident in those beautiful eyes. “I shouldn’t of accused you of having feelings for Justin, he’s your best friend.” 

“It’s okay Jeff, I’m sorry for getting so mad. I hate when we fight and not talking to you was so hard.” You sigh.

“I’m shouldn’t of just ignored you like that princess. I’m a terrible boyfriend.”

“Jeff.” You laugh. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, don’t let a little fight like this tell you otherwise.”

Jeff places his hands on your waist before pulling you closer to him. The smell of his aftershave hits you and you suddenly remembered how much you missed his scent. He slowly reaches down and places his forehead against yours, breathing out, his hot breath against your face. 

“I love you so much Y/N, Y/L/N.” He mumbles pressing his lips against yours. You smile as you kiss him back, missing the feel of him.

“I love you too Jeff Atkins.” You whisper against his lips before he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you holding you tight as if you’ll leave if he lets go. He kisses your forehead as you wrap your arms around his torso, happy that you are finally back in his arms.

The Family is Alright Chapter 1

Series: Boku no Hero Academia / My Hero Academia

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou / Ochako Uraraka (Kacchako)

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Bakugou’s parents were more than surprised when he told them he started dating a girl. Actually, they were shocked. And much to his annoyance, both asked to meet the girlfriend.

Uraraka’s parents were both glad that she found someone. Despite being embarrassed, it didn’t stop her parents from constantly calling and texting her asking when they were going to meet him.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a story with a very hurt Jason getting dragged back to the cave by a freaked out dami. Who's worried about his brother then maybe Bruce and the other siblings come in and yah does that make any sense. 🍊🍊🍊#i get bored and read tags #yah

THANK YOU. Wow I didn’t think anyone would read through all those tags lol. I hope you enjoy what I came up with. : )

Also @dove-among-bats this is what I was talking about.

Title: If I Live to See the Dawn

Rating: General

Warnings: Blood

Words: 3,700

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Jason’s night had not gone as planned. He’d been halfway across the city, ready to drop in on an unsuspecting group of drug dealers when he’d gotten the call from Bruce. I need your help.

Bruce didn’t call him often and he never asked for help. Jason’s first thought had been that Batman was in trouble, but his voice hadn’t sounded strained. His tentative response of With what? was answered with a request to watch Damian. More precisely Bruce asked Jason if he would “Take care of Robin tonight.”

Damian was the last person Jason expected to be babysitting that night. Dick maybe. Tim probably at some point. But Damian? Jason hadn’t been able to wrap his mind around it. His youngest sibling was headstrong and far too similar to Jason himself for Bruce to approve of their spending a lot of time together.

Which meant that Jason was the last choice. He’d scowled, despite Bruce and anyone else who cared to look being unable to see it. It felt good to turn his mouth down in a grimace. “No.” He’d answered.

Except Bruce had asked him. And Bruce never asked him for anything. The request alone tempted something warm to bubble up in Jason, but he pushed it down as fast at the thought of being the last to be asked.

He didn’t mind spending time with Damian. The kid wasn’t so bad when you pushed past his prickly exterior, and he had a sense of humor that Jason found endearing. Especially when it involved dragging Tim for his lack of self-care. Jason simply refused to be Bruce’s last choice in the matter. He understood it, but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.

The other side of the comm was silent as his father considered the answer and tried to come up with one of his own. The silence dragged out longer than it should have and Jason started to wonder if Bruce had closed the connection.

“I’ll send him home then.”

That was it. The comm clicked off and Jason swore. Damian wouldn’t go home. Even if Bruce marched him back to the manor the boy would be back on Gotham’s streets in half an hour. Damian was many things: highly trained, able, and smart, but Jason couldn’t see himself letting a child, because that was something else Damian was, out patrolling Gotham’s streets alone.

Jason had been Robin. He’d been the kid to do things on his own. To be assured in his abilities. Batman had trained him after all. He’d failed more times than he cared to count. Wanted a partner more than that. No Jason wasn’t going to let Damian patrol alone, neither was he going to call Bruce back and tell him that.

It took Jason longer than he cared to admit to find Damian. He refused to call for help early on, for fear of Bruce overhearing before he’d left. Thankfully his youngest brother had a tendency to follow his father’s example and follow pre-planned patrols unless something caught his attention.

As Jason moved on to the third area he figured Damian would be he was ready with a snappy comment to give his little brother the moment he found him. Something about sneaking out being not DaddyBats approved, but the words died on his lips the moment he parked his motorcycle and cut the engine. Shouts filled the air followed by the cough of gunfire.

Jason was off his bike, the vehicle crashing to the ground behind him, and halfway down the street before his head caught up with his feet. The source of the sounds had to be close, his eyes grazing each alleyway he passed before moving on to the next.

A little over a block away he finally found the right one. He couldn’t see Robin through the press of men, but he could hear the kid through the roars and grunts of whoever he was fighting. Jason didn’t hesitate to throw himself into the fray, working his way towards his brother.  He lost himself in the steady, practiced actions of find the biggest threat and take them out. His brain a few steps ahead of his guns, a part of his attention on Damian.

All Jason could think of during the fight was the words Bruce had used earlier: take care of Robin. They were what pushed him to his limit during the fight, and what propelled him into Damian, shoving the boy out of danger as a stray bullet caught the side of an unprotected water heater and causing it to explode. 

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bones | 03 (m)

Originally posted by fairybcby

• pairing: jung hoseok x reader // min yoongi x reader, college! hoseok, college! yoongi
• genre/warnings: angst, smut, friends with benefits
• words: 9,356
→ summary: you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…?
• note. inspired by this song here.

» playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

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boyfriend! monsta x: kihyun

• always looking out for u, he makes sure to grab u a jacket before u go out or if ur feeling under the weather he’ll pick up medicine
• “thanks babe” is a common phrase said in ur relationship LMAO
• he looooooves going on food dates with u and he’s always taking u to eccentric foodie joints to eat stuff like rainbow grilled cheese and rolled ice cream
• sometimes when the two of u have spent the whole day outside and he sees u slowing down in pace he’ll crouch down and tell u to hop on his back
• if he sees u from afar he’ll do some cheesy shit to get ur attention AND embarrass u
• *makes eye contact with u across the street and makes a heart with his hands and winks*
• u: i don’t know that man
• there’s a lot of playful teasing between the two of u and u share embarrassed smiles and hysterical laughter whenever ur together
• *holding out a spoonful of food* “(y/n), say aah”
• “aaah”
• *turns the spoon around to eat it himself*
• “why am i dating u”
• makes sure to text u good morning everyday and he always ends the text with “😘”
• ur contact name is his cellphone is “✨❤️ (y/n) ❤️✨”
• will sometimes nag at u if he finds ur clothes on the floor or if u leave ur clothes at his place but he neatly folds ur clothes and keeps them in his closet and u wonder where all ur shirts go until u open his closet one day and find the sweater u’ve been looking for since last year
• really likes it when u come out of the shower and u smell all fresh and clean and ur skin is soft he’ll wrap his arms around u and nuzzle his nose into ur neck
• loves to do house chores with u, he’s obsessed with the thought of living a cute domestic life with the person he loves
• not only does he like doing house chores with u, but he might tell u that he can do it in ur place bc ur his treasure and he likes spoiling u
• “babe? i can wash the dishes tonight, u should get some sleep.”
• cooks for u a lot or even better - u cook together if ur handy in the kitchen
• will always take requests to cook and will keep ur likes and any allergies in mind
• sometimes he’ll slip in something u dislike into the food to get u to eat it and he’s so smug when he tells u he put carrots in the soup
• a boyfriend that feels like a husband, he will cherish u and consider u his sun, moon, and stars

Big and Beautiful

Originally posted by okayoongz

Word Count: 565

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror, applying the last touches of makeup to your face and making sure every inch of your styled hair was in the perfect place. You smoothed out your dress, running your hands over your voluptuous body. Yes, you were a woman of a bigger stature, but as you looked in the mirror you felt confident in your body and appearance.

Hopefully Jimin likes it just as much, you thought as you left your apartment.

Your best friend, Jimin, had asked you to accompany him to a prestigious dance show. He had somehow acquired tickets for the sold out show and, after seeing how excited he looked ranting and raving to you about it, you had no choice but to say yes to the man who gave you large puppy dog eyes.

You arrived at the performance hall, searching for Jimin in the mingling crowd that was waiting for the show to begin.

“Y/N!” Jimin called from the other side of the room. He jogged up to you, a smile on his face and his eyes shining with excitement.

“Hey Jimin.” you greeted, a smile matching his own pulling on your lips.

“You look amazing.” Jimin said sincerely, fiddling with his hands nervously. You blushed, hoping your attraction for the man wasn’t too evident. You had liked him for a while now, but you always pushed the idea of him liking you back to the recesses of your mind. Because who could love a girl of your size?

“Thank you.” you said softly, pushing the negative thoughts away.

“The shows about to start. Let’s go sit down, yeah?” Jimin smiled, taking your hand and leading you into your seats.

Throughout the show, Jimin kept you close, occasionally whispering compliments to you about the dancers and about how great you looked. The never ending compliments made your heart swell and beat faster. It made you feel a little bashful; you weren’t used to getting constant praise about your body or appearance. After the show was over and you and Jimin hugged out a goodbye, you returned home and stared down at your phone thoughtfully. You decided to send Jimin a message, just one more thanks wouldn’t hurt would it?

You: Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for the compliments tonight. Really, they mean a lot. Being a bit bigger kinda ruins a girls confidence sometimes. So, thank you sincerely for making me feel like one of the pretty ones.

You bit your lip, hovering your thumb over the send button. It was a little personal, but you and Jimin were close, and you clicked send without a second thought. You left your phone on the counter and went to go change, slightly anxious to receive Jimin’s reply.

When Jimin picked up his phone after it made his notifications sound and saw it was you, his eyes lit up. But after he read what you said, it made him frown. He thought you were always pretty, didn’t he make it evident enough that he likes you? Jimin quickly typed out his reply, hitting send and hoping that you could get his subtle message.

Jimin: Well your welcome but I shouldn’t have to make you “feel like one” of the pretty girls. I shouldn’t have to because YOU ARE ONE. Your are the prettiest girl I know. Take that as the truth.

Protector Pt.3

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Characters: Derek x Reader, Isaac, Argent.

Summary: Derek enlists the help of his old friend. Argent and the reader get some alone time and Derek comes to a realization.

A/N: Hello lovies! I know it’s been over a month since I’ve updated but I’m getting there. I hope this makes up for it!!! It’s over 4k words.

P.s. not as much login in this chapter but, it’s still alright.
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Derek was staring straight ahead at the road as he drove, his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. You’d been driving in silence for about an hour now.  

“What’s a Duecalion?” You asked gently. His mouth twitched upwards.

“He’s a… I guess you could say he’s a person.” His eyes narrowed “He’s one of the most demented people I’ve ever come in contact with.” He took his eyes off the road to glance at you, “The man calls himself the demon wolf.” You scoffed at that.

“His name is Duecalion. He was born to be evil.” You said as you looked out the window. Derek laughed lightly. You listened as his laughter died down and sighed. You had so many questions.

“Thank you.” He said reaching over to lace your fingers together. You turned your head to glance at him once again. “For being okay with all of this.”  

“I’m not sure I am.” You told him honestly with a squeeze of your hand. “I need to know something. Dead bodies don’t just turn up, and you told me yourself that you’re involved with these deaths. I need to know.” You didn’t even mention how weirded out by the fact that there was magic ash that kept people out of places. He took his eyes off the road once again and saw how serious you were. His eyes softened.

“Those kids that died, I knew three just like them, they were… recruits of mine… All fitting the same description. Two of them died because of me.” He gripped the steering wheel tighter and you heard a crack.

“Derek..” your voice barely above a whisper when you spoke. His grip on the steering wheel was loose almost immediately and he straightened up, as if remembering that he wasn’t supposed to act this way. You’d never seen him this stressed.

“The last one though,” he began

“Isaac.” You offered

“Right. I’ve been looking for him for some time. Which is why we’ve been traveling so much. Last I tracked he was headed East. I thought we could beat him and cut him off in Nebraska, but he hasn’t arrived yet, plus there’s been a lot of activity in the area.” He sighed. “Seems Isaac’s been killing. But, he’s not the type. I need to find the truth”

“What does this have to do with Duecalion?” You questioned.

“My thoughts exactly.” He said gruffly. “The fact that he was so close to you tonight.” He was back to gripping the steering wheel.

That was Duecalion?!” You broke him out of his trance and he nodded. “How does a blind man become the most devious person you’ve ever met?” You asked more to yourself than him.

“He’s not always blind” Derek said simply.

What the hell does that mean? Your questions were back.

—-
The clock read 1 AM when you looked up from the game on your phone. Derek was enjoying the soft music coming out of the speakers and you were getting restless once you lost your game for the eighth time. The situations going on in your real life were much more interesting. You opened your mouth but you were cut off by Derek.

“Don’t say it.”

“What?” You whined.

“‘Are we there yet?’” he did an overly high version of your voice.

“I wasn’t!” He gave you a look and you crossed your arms “Well? Are we?” You grumbled as he burst out laughing, you couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across your face.

“We’ll be there soon. We’re meeting Argent at a bar so we can switch cars.” He said once he stopped laughing.

“And Argent is…?” You had no idea who this was. In all this time that you’ve been together you’ve never heard a mention of anyone named Argent. So why did he trust them after three dead bodies showing up?

“A friend. He’ll help us. We’ve been tracking Isaac together.” He told you quickly.

“So… He’s like you?” You asked, hoping to be able to get some more info about Derek. You sensed he still wasn’t telling her everything.

“No, he hunts those like me.” Derek said as if it didn’t matter.

“What?” Hunt? He’s not an animal. And why would he call him? “Do you trust him?”

“I trust him. I’ve known him for years.” He said firmly.

That was all the confirmation that you needed, a few minutes later you pulled into the seedy bar off the highway across from a truck stop so you figured the type of crowd you’d run into and prepared yourself once you both left the truck. You looked over at Derek as he did the same. You’d been in dive bars before so it’s not like this place was scary but, after today you weren’t taking any chances.

“Stay close” was all he said before pushing you behind him. You nodded and followed, gripping his hand as you did. Once at the door, you were hit with the stench of cigarettes, alcohol and marijuana. The place wasn’t too crowded but, it wasn’t dead either. Mostly truckers were inside however, a few women were scattered around.

You couldn’t help but feel self conscious as eyes trailed along your body, most of the men were watching you, all of the women watched Derek. It wasn’t like it was a rare occurrence for the both of you to be oggled, hell Derek told you how many of your neighbors eyes were glued to your ass the other night and how hard it was not to kill them, you didn’t know if he was serious. However, you were not used this many people at once, it was like you were under a spotlight. Neither was Derek apparently because he was growling. Literally growling.

You gripped his hand tighter and pushed yourself closer to him. The bar was dimly lit with a red glow to it, there was a small dance floor with a few people enjoying themselves on it. The tables were littered with people and there were a couple of patrons at the bar, you joined them. Derek ordered you two tequila shots each. You took them without a question and with a cheers.

A tall man with a greying beard walked in and Derek stood, you followed suit. “Argent!” He said with a rare grin, the man looked up at Derek and matched his.

“Derek!” He stretched out his name a little. The two embraced each other in a strong bro hug.

“Long time no see” Derek said as they pulled away.

“Way too long, friend” the man-Argent said to Derek. His eyes landed on you, “No wonder.” The way that Argent looked at you wasn’t like the other men in the bar, it was appreciative.  “This beautiful lady must be Y/N.” He smiled at you. He was handsome for a man in his late 30s/early 40s, you noted. “Chris. Chris Argent” he held his hand out for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you.” You smiled at him and shook his hand. So Argent is a last name. You all made your way back to the bar and ordered another round for each of you before purchasing beers.

“I’ve heard a lot about you” Chris said once you were all tucked away at a table in the corner.

“Funny, Derek doesn’t tell me a thing” you rose your eyebrow in his direction. Derek clenched his jaw.

“Y/N.” He warned and you just smirked.

“Still?” Chris said to Derek, seemingly surprised. Derek snapped his head in his direction.

“There hasn’t been time” Derek said curtly.“Plus it’s dangerous”

Chris clearly didn’t agree but he wasn’t going to to make a big deal about it. So he changed the subject and said. “So what have you found out?”

This launched you and Derek into telling him everything that happened over the past three days. The bodies; you noted how they had mountain ash coming from their eyes but, how the last one -the one representing Isaac- looked as if he was dug up from a cemetery, not recently killed. The note;How they left it along with the spiral, which according to Chris and Derek meant revenge. Katrina; you told him how she came to your house with Duecalion. As you began describing her, you were interrupted.

“If she’s who I think she is we have a lot to worry about.” Chris said, rubbing his chin.

“Why?” Derek huffed, his hand resting on your knee.

“She’s an emissary, she used to be a hunter.” Chris narrowed his eyes

“She was playing both sides of the fence?” Derek asked incredulously.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Chris said, you gathered that he was talking about himself after Derek nodded.“She’s gonna need to fight” he said after a while. You figured that they were talking about Katrina.

“She can’t. It’s too dangerous” Derek gave one shake of his head, nope that were talking about you. They started going back and forth with pros and cons.

“I think that’s up to me to decide.” You spoke up, Derek scoffed.

“She’s gonna need to be able to protect herself. Don’t wait sixteen years like me.” He took a drink of his beer.

“That’s different. This is not my daughter and she wasn’t born into this.” Derek said quickly, squeezing your thigh. “She can’t even shoot” he said as if that would kill the argument.

“Neither could Allison.” Chris said firmly.

“I can’t shoot but…” You stood and both pairs of eyes watched you curiously as you walked to the bar and snuck a knife. You pointed to the dart board that was fifteen feet away and made sure they were paying attention before you threw the knife directly into the bullseye. Derek’s jaw hung open before he recollected to an impressed smirk. You had one as well when you sauntered back to them.

“Party trick.” You bit your lip.

“When were you going to tell me you could do that?” Derek said and pulled you into a kiss. Chris cleared his throat.

“We don’t go to many parties, darling” you shrugged, your arms draped his shoulders lazily.

“That was so fucking hot” he whispered into your ear and squeezed your ass. Chris was louder with his throat clearing this time.

“We can use this” Chris said with a nod.

“I’m against this” Derek went back to glaring.

“I don’t care, I want to help.” You sighed. Maybe it was naive but, if he was going to risk his life for you, you’d do the same for him. Derek was grinding his teeth together when the bar tender walked up to your table with the knife that you threw. Derek stood in front of you nearly blocking your view, the bartender faltered a bit but didn’t back down.

“Hey, you guys gotta leave” he said simply, running his free hand through his thin black hair.

“And why is that?” Chris spoke up now standing next to Derek. People were looking at you now and you groaned. It looked like they were gearing up for a fight.

“That was cool and all” he smiled and nodded at you, Derek grunted “but you can’t just go around throwing knives” he rubbed the back of his neck. The poor guy didn’t want to do this. The men just stared at the lanky boy and you groaned.

“Come on, we have things to do anyway” you began pulling Derek by the wrist, he glared at the bartender the entire way out. Chris followed suit shaking his head in amusement all the way to the parking lot.

“You go with him. I have to ditch the truck.” Derek said as he began putting bags from your truck to Argents SUV. You did the same and looked at one of Argents bags that was unzipped.Holy shit that’s a lot of guns. You thought.

“Or… We can both go together” you placed your hands on his chest and looked up at him. You were a little nervous about being in the car alone with Chris.

“I have to get back by myself, trust me, it won’t be long” he said as he placed his hands on your hips. “You’ll be fine. I trust him” he reassured you after noticing your wary glance towards Argent in the front seat, “I love you” he smiled down at you.

“I love you back.” You pressed your lips to his roughly and he kissed you back fiercely. He bit your bottom lip and you did the same to him. Your tongues were tangled in each other’s in seconds. You pulled away before it became impossible.

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The plan was to drive a few miles to the crappy motel in the next town, Derek followed about halfway there but then veered off to the right. You needed to put as much space as possible between you and whatever danger was lurking about.

“So, Derek said you hunted guys like him?” You asked, twiddling your thumbs in the passenger seat.You decided to take the chance to get to know as much about him as possible, he might even spill the beans about Derek.

“Among other things.” Chris said, placing a cryptic smile on his face. “I’m an international arms dealer.” He shrugged, well that explains the guns.

“So how do you know Derek?” You asked the question that had been plaguing you for a while.

“Speaking of hunting, we were hunting Derek. Thought he killed one of ours” He said nonchalantly, you choked on your spit. “He didn’t!” He assured quickly. “Misunderstanding” he nodded.

You were rendered speechless at that. Deciding not to ask the question that was playing on the tip of your tongue. Has Derek killed someone? Argent only specified that he didn’t kill one of his people what if Derek was in the mob and this guy was a dirty cop? What if Argent was a murderer? Arms dealer my ass. You thought after taking a sideways glance at him.

You broke your train of thought once you pulled up to a dusty motel on the highway next to a sign that said ‘WELCOME TO DENVER.’ You smiled at the fact that you had gotten the hell out of Nebraska. You followed Argent through check-in and stood rigid as he only got on room with two queen beds. The elderly desk woman must have noticed your apprehension because she grabbed your hand before you grabbed your room key and said.

“If you need anything, just call the front desk and we’ll pick up right away.” She gave you a kind smile. “We’re open 24/7” her tone now picking up harshness as she directed the information to Argent who nodded, not oblivious to her warning. You smiled greatfully and left to your room. Once you reached your room you and Argent grabbed your respective overnight bags as well as your bag of food. There was a pregnant silence as you sat on the chair provided in the room and Argent sat the edge of his bed. Until his stomach growled and you laughed at the groan he gave.

“Here, take your pick.” You said, tossing the food bag at Chris and twiddling your thumbs. Where the hell is Derek?

“Thanks.” He nodded, taking a microwave burrito and a bag of chips before standing and using the microwave.

You both heated up your respective frozen meals and turned on the television. You weren’t moving from your seat near the door just in case but, you had a more relaxed aura in the room. To the point where you were having an actual conversation. Turns out, both Chris and Derek were born into the lives they now both live. You wanted to know so much more and you were determined to learn, until you heard a distant deep howl in the distance. But, the howl wasn’t what stopped you from speaking, it was the way that Chris responded to it. He stood up abruptly and pulled out a rather large gun, handing you two equally large knives.

“Still got that aim?” you nodded and sucked in a breath when you heard another howl, this one much higher sounding than the first. Chris motioned for you to move towards the back of the room and you did as he instructed. You didn’t know why you were so on edge, the howls sounded as if they were miles away, besides wolves can’t open doors. You were trying to give yourself some comic relief but it didn’t stop your heart from pounding or the bead of sweat that was making its way down your face.

Minutes later the door swung open and you saw the unmistakable figure of Derek with someone draped over his shoulder, he was trying to control his breathing as he bounded through the door, laying the limp boy on the bed where Argent previously sat. Derek’s eyes met yours and he gave you a once-over, making sure you were untouched.

“Isaac.” Argent spoke gravely after shutting the door. Your eyes snapped to the blonde boy at the mention of his familiar name. He looked just like the boy that was dug up, only a few years older and prettier.

“I found him lying next to a sewer drain a few miles out.” Derek said as he worked on tearing off the boy’s already tattered shirt. “He’s got a few deep scratches. He’s been out there for days” Derek told him moving around effortlessly.

“He’ll heal, soon.” Argent said completely positive.

“That’s not all.” Derek said slowly before turning Isaac on his side to reveal a gunshot wound with green smoke coming out.

All Argent did was groan and go to his car. When he came back he had a kit with him and began his work on Isaac, who was now groaning in pain. You moved closer and gasped when you saw how bad Isaac really was. He had four scratches on either side of his chest, they looked as if they were half healed. A few scratches? The boy looked like he was mauled by a wild animal. Is this why Duecalion calls himself the demon wolf? Because he finds enjoyment out of getting animals to attack people?

“Is he… Is he going to be okay?” You asked aloud and all eyes snapped in your direction as if they’d forgotten you were in the room. You’d almost forgotten, too. It was like you were seeing everything through a keyhole in the door. Like you didn’t belong and were looking in on someone’s private life.

“I hope so.” Derek said truthfully, looking at you with eyes that begged forgiveness. As if he’d done something wrong.

“So do I” Isaac whispered softly with a chuckle before screaming in pain and launching up as Chris started digging into his wound for a bullet. You could have sworn his eyes turned an unnatural yellow color. But when you blinked it was gone and Derek was holding him down whispering to him inaudibly.

Once Isaac was calm after being injected with something to calm him down. He sat with bandages across his chest and a distant look in his eye.

“What the hell did you give him?” You wanted to know whatever it was that had Isaac going from convulsing to looking like he was having the best time of his life.

“Wolvesbane.” Chris said, packing his gear back up. Derek grunted. “Well, that’s the non scientific name for it, at least” Chris smiled, seemingly correcting himself. “This particular strain is used for hallucinations” He took his bag and made his way back to the car.

The instant that Argent turned his back, Derek strode over to you, taking your face in his hands. It took one look in those bright green eyes for you to crumble. You began crying softly and Derek wrapped you in his arms, shushing and rocking you all the ways.

“What’s happening?” You whispered to him.

“Shh… It’ll all be over soon, baby.” He said, kissing your forehead. You nodded and held him close for a few minutes, letting your tears dry.

Chris opened the door with an armful of extra blankets, you suspected he did so to give you and Derek a little privacy. Well about as much privacy as you can get with a guy who’s high off his ass and giggling to himself on the bed next to you.

Derek had agreed to take first watch of Isaac and you decided to stay up with him, letting Chris have the bed leaving you and Derek to the makeshift cot of blankets on the floor. The soft yellow glow of street lights breaking through the blinds was the only light littering the room. Once both Chris and Isaac were fast asleep you felt Derek push his body up against yours from behind. Your breathing hitched as he inhaled and wrapped himself to you.

“I probably don’t smell that wonderful” you whispered, thinking about the events that transpired earlier.

“You always smell wonderful” he whispered back, rolling you to face him. You didn’t look at him for fear that you would begin bawling. Derek noticed immediately and began rubbing his thumb across your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open to see his searching your face.

“Derek..” you began softly. “We’re like this often, now.” the slow tears falling from your eyes betraying you.

Your statement rang true and Derek knew. It was all slowly making sense now that you knew that you were looking for Isaac all this time. The fact that he uprooted you both to travel state to state was clear as day when you thought about it. When you and Derek began dating he was in a townhouse that was larger than life, then you moved into your cute little two bedroom apartment that he purchased outright. Then moving from hotel to hotel to ending up in the trailer. Now here you were again.

“I’m sorry” he told you gently.

“Yeah..” you turned away from him and let your tears fall freely. You felt him shift to pull himself closer again. “Don’t.” You warned seriously and made a show of putting space between you two with a pillow.

You cried next to Derek until you reluctantly let yourself give in to exhaustion.

Derek

I ran a hand through my hair as I watched Y/N fall asleep. I feel terrible for what I was doing to her.  It took everything in me to hold back the anger in myself, she was beginning to break and it was because of me. I never thought that I’d lay next to this girl while she cried her eyes out and not be able to do anything. And the worst part of it all was that it was because of me.

“Don’t you think it’s time, Derek?” My head snapped to Chris’s deep voice intruding my alone time.

“You don’t get a say in this, Argent” I bit back at him. He may be helping me with Duecalion but, I didn’t need his input on my personal life.

“Don’t you think she should?” He said as he stood. I followed suit in full defense mode. What was he planning? “Calm down. I’m just moving so she can take the bed” he walked to Isaac to monitor his wounds.

“Sorry” I said as I lifted Y/N into my arms gently and lay her on the bed. “She just… She means everything to me” I said seriously as I brushed strands of hair from her face.

“I’m sure you mean the same to her.” He said, taking the chair provided in the room. “You should tell her though. She needs to know what she’s up against. What are you afraid of?” He questioned.

“I know, I can’t lose her though, Argent. I won’t.” I said, sitting at the edge of the bed. “No one’s loved me like this before, not as fiercely as she has” I was looking at my hands now.

Argent and I were never really talkers but, if anyone knew what I was going through it was him. I knew he was right, if I didn’t tell her soon I would lose her for good, she didn’t even want me to touch her tonight for Christ’s sake. And if she left, she’d be in more danger now than ever.

“Derek” he called and I raised my eyes to meet his “I don’t think anyone has loved another as fiercely as this woman loves you.” He was being truthful, and there was a hint of jealousy. That had to be hard to admit. He’d been married to his wife for over twenty years. “She deserves to know. Could you be with someone who you knew was lying to you for three years?”

Jealousy

It was just a normal day. The Markiplier Team had spent a long day at the office editing videos and had finally come to relax. After dinner, they all split off their seperate ways for the night. Ty and Eth ended up in the living room watching TV, cuddling on the couch.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Eth got up to answer it while Ty paused the show they were watching so Eth wouldn’t miss anything. Right after he heard the door open, Ty heard a sudden shout that had unmistakably come from his boyfriend, so he decided to head to the door to make sure everything was okay. When he got there, he realized what all the ruckus was about. Apparently G had decided to come to L.A. to surprise Ethan with a visit. He watched at his boyfriend hugged the man and instantly started rambling on and on about how surprised he was. G just stood there listening and occasionally laughing at Eth.
Ty couldn’t help but feel the slightest tinge of jealousy, but tried to brush it off since he knew what good friends the two men were. He decided to walk back to the living room and wait for Eth so they could finished watching the episode they were on. After what felt like forever, but was really only a few minutes, Eth and G finally walked into the living room, smiling and laughing like children. “Hey Eth, are we going to finish this episode?” Ty asked his boyfriend.
“Actually, G hasn’t eaten in a while since he was travelling, so we’re going out to eat. Wanna come with?” Eth offered. As much as Ty didn’t want to be around the two of them, he knew it would only feel worse if he knew they were alone. He reluctantly nodded and stood. They told Mark they were leaving before heading out, eventually just ending up at Denny’s.
When they were seated, G sat down first on one side of the booth. Ty expected Eth to sit on the inside other side so Ty could sit on the outside, but instead Eth sat next to G, leaving Ty alone on his side of the booth. Ty again felt a pang of jealousy but still tried to ignore it. However, his jealousy only got stronger as the meal progressed, as his boyfriend practically ignored him the whole time to talk to G. He had no choice but to sit there and listen to G and Eth talk abiut anything and everything while he just messed around on his phone, not even bothering to try joining the conversation. Not that it mattered, the two barely acknowledged Ty’s presence.
After G had finished eating, he got out his wallet to pay, but Eth insisted he wanted to pay for G’s meal. He said it was “repaying him for his surprise visit.” Upon hearing this, Ty couldn’t help but roll his eyes, his jealousy flaring even more. Eth paid for the meal and they headed home.
“Where are you staying G?” Eth asked once they had arrived back at Mark’s house.
“Nowhere yet. I figured I would rent a hotel room somewhere around here,” G answered.
“You should just stay here! Im sure Mark wouldn’t mind,” Ty heard his boyfriend offer enthusiastically.
“Nah, I’d rather had a bed to myself than be invade someone’s couch,” G said with a laugh.
“You could stay in my room, you want.” Upon hearing his boyfriends offer, Ty finally gave up on trying to be civil, walked out of the living room, and headed to his bedroom where he slammed the door shut and sat on his bed. It was barely a few seconds after he sat down when he heard his door open and close again.
“Ty?” He heard Eth say timidly. He didn’t respond, but Eth continued anyways. “What’s wrong Ty? Why are you mad at me?” Eth asked innocently. Ty couldn’t help the fact that his heart melted when Eth used his whiney voice, which made most of his anger go away.
“Nothing, just go back with G. I’m sure you have to set up your room so you two will be comfortable in there,” Ty said bitterly.
“What?” Eth asked dumbfounded. After a few seconds of silence, Eth asked, “Are you jealous of G?”
Ty stayed silent, not wanting to admit the obvious.
“Ty, c'mon, don’t be silly. You know G and I are just friends. You are my boyfriend and the only person  I ever want to say that about. I’m sorry I didn’t pay much attention to you tonight. It’s just that I haven’t seen G in a while and wanted to catch up. But you know that you’re the one I love, not him. And just for the record, I wasn’t planning on sharing a room with him  I was going to stay with you, you doof,” Eth reassured Ty before leaning over to kiss him. Ty kissed his boyfriend back, all thoughts of jealousy replaced with our love for his amazing blue boy.

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Sorry if there’s a lot of typos I’m this! I had to type it all on my phone and I usually do fics on my laptop. I might go through and edit it tomorrow, but I hope you like it!

Championship

Requested: can u do an imagine where you play college volleyball and it’s your big championship game and you get really nervous since it’s a huge game and shawn tells you he can’t make it but really he’s surprising you at the game?

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You’ve done everything you can possibly do to prepare for this game up to this point. You’ve worked insanely hard, along with the rest of your team, to have even been able to play in this upcoming game. It is the championship volleyball game for Division 1 volleyball. You play volleyball for your University, and you’re a sophomore this year. This is the first time your University’s team has made it to the championship game in a few years, so everyone on the team is extremely excited about it, and pretty much your entire school is excited about it as well.  You’re a starter, even though you’re only a sophomore. However, last year your team only made it to the quarterfinals so you haven’t experienced this much pressure in your college career yet.

You’re headed over to event center for the game in about twenty minutes, and the thought of how important this game is and how hard you’ve worked to get here is really getting to you, and stressing you out. You’ve been trying to stay calm and not let the stress overwhelm you, but you’re really starting to freak out. Picking up your phone, you do the only thing you can think to do in a moment like this: you call your boyfriend. He answers after only one ring. “Hello?”

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Eh, smarter than me Pt.2

A/n: I didn’t like the thought of leaving it undone and all confusing and I have spare time on my hands so I thought, why not?


You kept your distance from Peter when you could. You knew trying to swap seats with someone in your maths class was going to be hard but thankfully Ned did and you were stuck next to Flash. How could a dumb jock like him be in this maths set? Well he would always get the answers off of Ned cheat on the tests, it’s not very surprising that he would do such a thing. Now that you sat next to him it made matters even worse. Flash wasn’t a bad guy it was just his actions that were bad. He was nice to you, he would smile when he saw you in the hallway and talk to when he could. He was acting like Peter, who did break up with Liz. That was what anyone was talking about for weeks. And in those weeks you couldn’t help but stare at Peter more than you usually did.

“Y/n hello, you there?” Flash waves a hand in your face snapping you back to reality. All you ever did now was day dream about unimportant things, i.e. Peter.

“Hmm, sorry I was Day dreaming, what were you saying?” You ask lifting your head from your hand that was pressed on the desk.

“I was asking if you could, you know, do that thing were you come around my house and help me with maths?” Flash had a but of uncertainty to his voice and couldn’t look you in the eyes like he normally could.

“Would you like me to tutor you Flash?” You ask him with a weak smile on your face.

“If you don’t mind because I know you have that job and you probably don’t have the time-”

"It’s okay I’ll manage-” you interrupt him and a place a hand on his. You didn’t know what you were doing but you had to get over Peter some how right? He wasn’t always in your thoughts but he was, if that makes sense. Flash looks at yours hands with a smile on his face, you look back at your old seat and see Peter glaring at the two of you. You could feel his anger and rage at just my him looking at you and it made you uncomfortable. Why was he glaring at you? I mean you were holding hands with flash. Wait what? You were too caught up about Peter that you didn’t notice your linked hands. Flash was getting the wrong idea for sure, you were just being nice and nothing more.

"Ned, do you think Y/n likes Flash?” Peter asks as he gazes upon you. It amazed him how you made him laugh at the simplest things and just the sight of you made him happy.

"Well he definitely likes her for sure” Ned replies before looking at the both of you then back to his book. This was the only lesson most of your friends were in seeing as you all found maths a bit easy.

"Do you think she’d say yes to him if he asked her out?” Peter asks again still looking at you, his chin rested in his palm.

"Peter, why do you care so much? It’s not like you’re going to is it?” Ned says to Peter who threw him daggers. Ned knew about Peter’s crush on you and teased him because of it.

"Why do you have to speak the truth?”

~Later that day~


It was really dark for a evening in Queens but then again it was winter and it was freezing cold. You were locking up the shop you worked at because you were the only one there since you were covering your friends shift. Considering New York was a place filled with a lot of people it looked deserted tonight and it scared you that you were the only person walking in the night sky. No one actually was scared of walking in the night except from you, especially after hearing what happened to Mary-Jane. There was still some blocks to walk back to your apartment and to makes things worse it started to rain a tiny bit. You seemed to of calmed your nerves down a tiny bit but they flew over the roof when you heard some footsteps behind you. Maybe it’s another person walking don’t be so delusional Y/n, you thought but they were following you. How did you know? Seeing as you grew up in the city you knew it like the back of your hand so you took some turns to see if the person would stop following you and they wouldn’t. You had enough of this torture so you decided to walk up to the person but stopped when you caught a glimpse of blue and red. A lot of blue and red. The only blue and red that Spider-Man would wear. Why would Spider-Man follow me?, whispered in audibly hoping he wouldn’t hear.

"Do you want to stop following me?” You said as you walked closer to him your shoes pressing hard on the ground. You heard a shutter like a camera shutter but it definitely wasn’t a camera, it was his eyes. Before you could say anything back he was gone as if he vanished in thin air. Seeing as he was gone you carried on walking and shrugged off the thought of who Spider-Man was. Before you could turn on your heels to face the right direction a pair of arms caught onto you.

"Let go!” You scream but before anyone could hear anything your mouth was covered too. Red and blue?, you didn’t think it who you thought it was but it was him.

“Easy there, just trust me alright?” He says calmly into your ear. Why did that voice seem so familiar? You stopped trying to fight his grip, which was impossible because he was holding you so tightly and give in.

“You might want to hold on” then the strong grip on your arms went to your waist and you were brought face to face with Spider-Man. You could of ran if you tried but you didn’t, you stayed there and you wished you didn’t. Now you know the reason why he said hold on tight because within a couple of seconds your feet weren’t on the ground anymore and that’s when you held onto him for dear life. He found it amusing how tight you were holding him but you didn’t like free-falling and then dying. The whole was a blur as the two of you went swinging by. Why was Spider-Man following you? Soon the swinging stops and you get to the roof of your parents apartment.

“How did you know where I live?” You asked before he jumped of the ledge. He looks back at you and you’re not sure what he’s feeling because you couldn’t see his face. Fear was bubbling up inside of you as he started to walk closer.

“You’re Y/n, right? Peter’s friend?”

“I wouldn’t say friend more like aquatints”

“He said you were quite pretty, I get why he likes you”

“I’m sorry did you, Spider-Man, just stalk me for the sake of Peter Parker?”

“I wouldn’t say stalk just more of ‘you’re an easy person to follow’” he chuckles, you had definitely heard that chuckle before and only one person had it, that person was Peter. Peter was Spider-Man?

“Well thank you for making my trip home shorter and thank you for saving the city” you smile at him before making your way to the fire escape.

“Peter asked me to talk to you” you stopped before you could climb down the cold metal frame.

“He says he’s sorry and wants to let you know that he loves you, even if you don’t love him back” you look back at Spider-Man. His eyes were searching for your gaze but they never met.

“I know Peter really well and he really does love you so you should forget about that Flash guy-”

“How do you know about Flash?” That’s when you got him. He could lie or tell the truth what he said next surprised you.

“I-umm-I just know okay and it really hurt his feelings today when you were holding hands”

“If Peter thinks I like Flash, he’s wrong just like he’s wrong about many other things”

“What other things is he wrong about?”

“He got a load of algebra questions wrong”

“Yeah he’s pretty crap at maths”

“How would you know?”

“I help him with his homework”

“So your quite close with Peter?”

“You have no idea how close we are”

“I think I do” you mumble so he wouldn’t hear but he did.

“Do you want me to tell Peter something or-” you walk closer to the tall boy and examine the suit.

“Do you mind if I?” You bring your hands around the openings of the mask and pulled it up so it would reveal the bottom part of his face.

“What’s you’re name? Seeing as you know mine”

“I can’t tell you that”

“Well I’m going to have to pester Peter for your name and your number”

“I think Peter would like that, I mean you talking to him not pestering him not that you’re annoying you’re actually really nice”

“Why would you think I’m not nice? Peter tell you something?”

“What? No no no, um he just wanted me to talk to you and he said you weren’t talking to him so you maybe a bit rude-” you cut the boy off by drawing his face close to yours. He was so close that you could feel his hot and flustered breath falling onto your cheeks.

“You need to stop talking about yourself Peter otherwise people will think you’re insane”

“Wait what-” you pull Peter closer to you. So close that you kissed him and never in a million years would you of thought of it and it was like everything you ever dreamed off. Peter cups the side of your face with one hand and uses the other to pull his mask off.

“How did you know?” Peter asks as you pulled away from him.

“Your laugh gave it away, I could find you anywhere in the world even if you had a mask on”

akigriffin  asked:

I've always had this headcanon where Maruis and Cosette are each other's first love, and it's as sickening cute as it is in the book and everyone thinks they'll be together forever. Then they both realize they're bi and not actually in love anymore (two separate discoveries). They break up, stay BFFs and fall in love with other people. (namely Courf and Ep)

Hey, this speaks to me on a veeeery personal level, friend. This post will be long and have feelings and stuff.

June.

Cosette had been thinking about things for months. Unpleasant things, things that made her mood change and her mouth curve downwards in an uncharacteristic mope.

She could deny and try to pretend for as long as she wanted. But when it really came down to the quiet moments like these, she knew in her heart that her relationship with Marius had run its course. They felt much more like friends than lovers, more like roommates than cohabiting partners.

The worst thing about it was that everybody perceived them as perfect. She’d lost count at the amount of times somebody had aww’d in their general direction, described them as goals or told them they were perfect for each other.

But they weren’t, and it hurt- but Cosette was sick of pretending. She was also sick of fantasising about dates with other, pretend people. 

It was an awful call of judgement, to make such a sudden decision to break things off over a petty squabble over dinner. But it wasn’t the little thing that broke her, it was the collection of little things that became a mountain of one big unspoken thing. She was unhappy, and they had stopped bringing out the best in each other a long time ago.

There was crying and frustrated arguments and desperate attempts for each of the other to understand what they were saying, but by 9:00PM that night, they were done.

Marius & Cosette the perfect couple were no more.

Marius and Cosette the individuals were just beginning. 

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Has anyone else noticed how Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle shows a lot of autistic traits? It just clicked in my head tonight while watching the movie, and thinking back on the book there’s a lot in there to support it too.
He’s low empathy, has trouble verbalizing his thoughts, isolates himself from most of society, avoids confrontation, has trouble taking others feelings into account, has a special interest in magic and beauty, and we even see him having a meltdown after his hair turns red. He shows many autistic traits, and this makes me even more excited to cosplay him as an autistic person myself! 

Tour Suprises

Requested by: @anjalirunner

Summary:Shawn and you are signers and he asks you to be his girlfriend on stage.

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Your Pov:

Being on tour was so much fun. I got to meet so many people, and I’m so grateful that I have the opportunity to do so. A couple months back I got asked to open up for Shawn Mendes for his ‘Illuminate’ world tour. I was estatic. Shawn is great guy. We’ve been on tour for about a few months now. Over those few months me and Shawn have become so close, so close in fact that I consider him my best friend. I can tell him anything, and he won’t judge me. But as we continue to grow closer my feelings for him grow stronger. At first I thought it was just silly crush but as we got into the tour more and I learned more about him I realized that I was in love him. That scared me, because I didn’t know if he would like me back. Every night when I come off stage he always compliments me saying that “I killed it!” and everytime he does I get tiny butterflies in my tummy and I blush. Nobody knows about my crush and I planned on keeping it that way for a while. It was a Friday night and we were playing in a really big arena. It was a sold out show and I was super nervous. I was sitting in my dressing getting ready when all of a sudden I hear a knock on my door. “Come in!” I told the person. The person behind the door opened it and closed it softly. “Hey Y/N!” I recognized the voice to be the one and only Shawn Mendes. “Hey Shawn, what’s sup?” I asked him as I was applying my makeup. “Nothing much, I was bored so I thought I would come visit you and see what you were up to.” He told me. I laughed. “Well as you can see I’m putting on my makeup.” “Yeah, I can see that.” He said sarcastically back to me. “Sooo are you nervous for tonight? I know I am.” Which was true, I for some reason was incredibly nervous and I just couldn’t figure out why. “Not really. Why, are you?” “Yeah, and I don’t know why” I told him honestly. “Well you have no reason to be nervous, your gonna kill, I know you will!” He told me giving me a boost of confidence. “Thanks Shawn, you always know how to make me feel better.” I told him as I got up out of my chair and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. When my lips parted I noticed that his cheeks were a shade of pink. I quietly laughed to myself and turned back around to the table to finish my makeup. We chit-chatted for a while about random things. It was getting close to show time so Shawn had to leave. After he left my manager (manager name) came in. “Lets go Y/N! There’s only 2 minutes till you have to be on stage, so we need to go!” She yelled at me. “Okay, relax I’m coming.” I told her calmly. Jeez. We quickly made our way to the stage. “Good luck!” She told me with a small smile. “Thanks!” I responded happily. I could hear the screams of the crowd getting louder as the first beat of my song started to play. “How’s everybody doing tonight?!” I yelled into the microphone as I ran out on stage. They screamed louder in response. “The first song I’m about to play is off my new album and it’s very special to me, sing along if you know the words.” I told them as I started to sign the song. The crowd was so loud tonight, it was one of the best crowds that I have had this whole tour. After performing a couple of more songs it was time for me to leave and for Shawn to come out. “Thankyou guys so much! You were incredible!” I told the crowd. They screamed and at this point I thought I was going to go deaf. “Now, who’s ready for Shawn?!” I asked them. “He will be out in a little bit.” I told them with a small smile. The girls in the front were going nuts. “ I just wanna thank everybody one more time, God bless!” I said to the fans as I took a bow. As I was walking off I blew a little kiss to them. When I got off the stage I saw Shawn standing there holding his guitar. “You did awesome!” He told me with a huge smile on his face. “Thanks, the crowd is really loud tonight!” I told him. “Hell yeah they are, I think I’m gonna go deaf just standing hear and watching you, I can’t even imagine what’s it like on stage!” He told me while laughing. I laughed along with him as well. “Yeah haha. Well you better get out there you don’t want to keep them waiting any longer.” I told him as I could hear the crowd chanting Shawn’s name. “I guess your right.” He told me. “See you after the show.” He said to me as he gave me a quick hug and walked out onto the stage as the first beat of the song started to play.

Time skip-MIDDLE OF CONCERT

Your Pov:

It was near the middle of the concert and I was having a great time watching from the side of the stage. Every now and then Shawn would look over and smile at me. Each time he would do that I would blush and look elsewhere. As the last beat to ‘Bad Reputation’ was played Shawn decided to talk to the crowd. “I wanna Thankyou guys so much for coming out tonight. It means a lot to me and I love you guys so much, you have no idea.” He told them with a small smile. His fans were screaming their heads off at this. “This next song that I’m about to play was written for a very important person in my life and she happens to be standing right over there.” He said as he pointed in my direction. I was shocked. I didn’t know what to do. I mean Shawn wrote a song about me and I didn’t even know! My thoughts were going crazy but I still couldn’t help the small smile that started forming. “Y/N, will you come out here?” He asked me. I nodded and slowly walked out on the stage. The crowds screams got more louder which I didnt even think was possible. Once I got to were Shawn was standing he grabbed my hand and spoke to the crowd again. “Most of you guys know that Y/N is my best friend but lately I have been thinking of her as more than friend.” He told them honestly. My mouth hung open in shock at his words. Shawn liked me, he actually liked me. The feeling was mutual. I was flabbergasted. He turned his head to me . “ So Y/N, the reason that I brought you out on stage was because I wanted to tell you that I like you, a lot so much that i think I’m in love with you and I wanna ask you a very important question.” He told me with a nervous smile on his face. I nodded at him still in shock that he like me. “Y/N Y/LN, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked me. My eyes filled with tears at this. He was so sweet. I nodded my head so fast that I’m pretty sure I got whiplash. I jumped in his arms and hugged him so tight. He caught me and hugged me back lightly kissing me on the forehead. Once we pulled away he motioned me to sit on a chair that was placed behind me. I have no idea where it came but I honestly didn’t care. I sat down on the chair and somebody came over to Shawn and handed him a bouquet of red roses. He thanked them and turned around to me. He handed them to me. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girly.” He said once I had them in my hands. I just smiled and chuckled at him. He was so silly. He turned back to the microphone and started talking to the still roaring crowd. “ Landies and Gentleman please give it up for my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N!” He yelled out. The fans cheered and clapped. I was so embarrassed. I’m pretty sure my face was bright red at this point. Shawn started to speak again after they quieted down a little. “Now as I was saying earlier this next song is dedicated to Y/N. I might need your guys’ help so sing along with me if you know the words.” He told them. He bent down to pick up his guitar and started strumming. At first I didn’t know what song it was but as he got further into it I recognized it. It was one of my favorites off the album, it was ‘Lights On.’ I started to blush madly. I was bobbing my head to the beat. During the song Shawn would make eye contact with me and would smile the biggest smile. As it was nearing the end of the song he looked directly at me as he sang it. “ I wanna love you with the lights on, love you with the lights on.” He stopped for a small second just staring at me. “Love you with the……. lights onnnnnnnn.” He finished the song and the crowd went wild. Everybody was clapping there hands, me included. I was even a little teary eyed. I hopped off of the chair and walked over to him. I pulled him into another hug. As we were hugging he whispered into my ear. “I love you so much, I can’t believe your finally mine.” I shook my head and laught slightly. “I love you too, and I know I can’t believe it either.” We pulled away from the hug and stood facing the crowd. He put his mouth close to the microphone and started speaking. “Everybody give it up for Y/N one last time!” Once again the crowd went nuts. I smiled and bowed thinking it would be funny. It ended up being funny and people were laughing. Shawn out his arm around me and we walked off the stage. Shawn still had a couple more songs to perform so he had to go back out. “I’ll see ya after the show GIRLFRIEND.” He told me putting emphasis on the word Girlfriend. “Okay BOYFRIEND, now go out there and kill it and afterwards we can go get ice cream to celebrate.” I told him also putting emphasis on the word BOYFRIEND teasing him. “Sounds like a plane babe, and don’t worry I’ll kill it just for you.” He told me while winking at the last part. I just laughed and shook my head. He kissed me lightly on the forehead and headed back out. For the rest of the concert I stood on the side holding my roses and watching my talented boyfriend kill it. I had a smile on my face the whole time. All in all it was one of the best nights that I have ever had and I am so incredibly lucky to have someone in my life like Shawn.

AN: Here it is! I hope it’s good enough for you and what you wanted. Sorry for any mistakes!. Thanks for requesting I really appreciate it!

Co Workers (Part Two)

Chapter Summary: You an Andrew get into a disagreement about you moving to Vancouver, you leave anyway.

A/N: There’s still plenty of room on my tag lists so shoot me an ask or a message if you’d like to be tagged in anything!

Warnings: None for now

Pairing: Andrew x Reader, Misha x Reader (eventual)

Word Count: 1.3k

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The few weeks that you had spent on set were the best weeks of your life. You had been back home with Andrew for a couple of weeks. It was almost Christmas time. You had been hoping and praying since you got home that you would get to go back on the show. You loved everything about it. Besides the fact that you were a guest star on your favorite tv show, you loved Vancouver, it was a wonderful city. You also loved everyone that you had the pleasure of working with while filming, especially Misha. You and Misha became friends quickly. He was kind, and helped you a lot with your acting skills, he even helped you practice scenes that you were unsure of.

The mid-season finale was tonight, and you were excited to watch it, yet slightly nervous. Your character, Blair, kissed Castiel in this episode, and you hadn’t warned Andrew. He had been seemingly standoffish since you got home, you didn’t really understand why, but it wasn’t like you to push the issue, you thought maybe the fact that you were gone for a month was a little bit hard on him, he had more of a dependant personality than you did.

Just before Andrew was due to be home from work, you got the phone call you had been longing for. The producers wanted you to come back. Not only did they want you to come back, they wanted you to sign a contract with them. You would be living in Canada during filming season. Without a second thought you said yes. You thought of course that Andrew would come with you. He would love it in Vancouver and he could finish his schooling there as well.

You ordered pizza for dinner, and Andrew got home right after the pizza arrived. You had a few minutes before the show started, so you decided to tell Andrew the good news. You both got settled on the couch with your food and some wine.

“So,” you began, turning to Andrew. “The producers from the show called me today,”

“And?” Andrew answered

“They want me to come back.”

“For how many episodes?” He sounded slightly annoyed.

“They uh, they actually want me to sign a contract with them, which means they want to keep me.” You couldn’t contain the excitement in your voice. This was everything you never knew you wanted.

“I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t go back.” This came as a slight shock to you. You noticing that Andrew was slightly distant, but you really didn’t think he would have a problem with you going back, considering he would be able to come with you.

“I never agreed to that babe, I said I wouldn’t go back without you, and with a contract, you’d be able to move up there with me, finish school there, even.” He just looked at you, almost as if you had just broken his heart. You didn’t know why, your relationship was and always had been stronger than this.

“Look, Y/N, I love you. I always have. But I want to finish school here in LA.”

“What’s the big deal about finishing school here? I’ve heard that they have good schools there too”

“No, I-it’s not just that Y/N.”

“Well then what is it?”

“I don’t know, it’s just too far away from home I guess.” He sounded unsure of himself.

“You know we could come home whenever we want. It’s not like we wouldn’t have the money, the show pays well..” You were trying to make your case as best as you could, but you could sense that this wasn’t going to have the outcome that you wanted.

“Can you turn down the contract?” He seemed confident in asking you this. Like he had been practicing it if it were to happen.

“Andrew I…I already said yes. I’m going.”

He just looked at you and shook his head. As if he were disappointed.  

You mumbled a, ‘whatever’ and turned the tv, THE argument causing you to miss the first couple of minutes of the show, which meant the first thing you saw was the kiss that you had been so nervous about Andrew seeing. Honestly, you shouldn’t have been nervous. It was just acting.

“Is this why you want to go back so bad? Finally get to make out with your celebrity crush?” Andrew snapped.

“Seriously? You do know that it’s just acting right?”

“Yeah, I get it.” What? You thought. He really wasn’t making much sense. As you just sat there sort of dumbfounded, he got up and went to your guys’ bedroom. You heard the door lock. This was not your Andrew. You didn’t even want to try to talk to him. So you decided to just enjoy the rest of your wine, and watch the show that you were incredibly proud of.

When the show was over you just decided to shut the tv off and lay on the couch so that you could enjoy your buzz. You finishing off the last of your wine when your phone dinged. You got a text from Misha.

Misha: You did a great job on that tonight’s episode. I hope you get to come back!

Y/N: Thanks Mish, I think I’m pretty sure I’ll be coming back tho :)

Misha: What makes you say that?

Y/N: I got a call today offering me a contract.

Misha: That’s awesome! I wonder what this means for Cas and Blair ;)

That last text was a bit of a surprise. That was definitely a flirty text. He had a girlfriend. Either way, you were buzzed and not on good terms with Andrew, and a little flirting never hurt anyone. Besides, you were both in relationships. Where could it possibly go?

Y/N: I hope it means something good :)

Maybe that wasn’t the best response, but hey, you were pretty buzzed.

Misha: What kind of good?

Y/N: I’m not sure lol

You just laid there as you waited for him to text you back. You then made the decision to go back to Vancouver in the morning. You didn’t care if you didn’t need to be back on set for a few weeks. You could just enjoy the city and find an apartment. If Andrew wasn’t willing to accept your decision to go back, then maybe the two of you should rethink your relationship.

You fell asleep before you got the chance to read Misha’s last text.


When you woke up the next morning Andrew had already left for his morning class. It was his last day of classes before Christmas. So you took this time to book a plane ticket and pack your bags. You took one last look around your small apartment. You left a note for Andrew explaining that being on the show was what made you happy, and that you weren’t leaving him. On the note you encouraged to him to call you later and told him that you loved him.


It was after the new year now, and you were settled into your new one bedroom apartment. Most of the cast was back in Vancouver now as well, and filming was beginning next week. You and Andrew had worked through what problems you had from before. You got to know as much of the city as you could, and were now working on filling your apartment with paintings, pictures of your family, candles, nic nacs, whatever you could find. It already felt like home.

It was early evening and you were getting ready to make dinner for yourself when you heard at at knock at the door. Which was weird, you hadn’t told anyone where you lived yet. You set down the hammer and nail you were using to hang one last painting before you cooked and opened the door.

“Hey Y/N, looks like we’re neighbors.”


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Bucky² (Part 7)

Summary: You’re a mutant with the power of dimensional, spatial and time manipulation, meaning you can travel to and from dimensions, spaces and different times with ease. But one day, when you’re coming back from a particularly long mission, you brought something back that should never have come with you in the first place.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything that Marvel has created and I certainly don’t own Sebastian Stan.

Warnings: Anger, bitterness, lots of sadness and tears.

40′s!Bucky x Present!Bucky x Reader

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |


Originally posted by kelsyryannisalion

The next three weeks were torture. 

Sergeant refused to come anywhere near me after the kiss he had walked in to with Happy Feet and I. Happy Feet wasn’t having much luck either, and he was dealing with himself. It was getting closer to the height of the paradox and my watch hadn’t been returned, nor had we laid out a plan.

Thor had calculated at least one more week before the vortex was dead, which means we lost one week, the stars were nearly gone and all history books were empty, apart from that section of 1944.

I’d gone outside once, and all of time had congregated here, in the present. Pterodactyls were flying around, notable historical figures had reappeared. Scientists and inventors had created new things that never should have been created or completed. 

The entire of our reality was distorted, and it was all my fault. 

I was cleaning the dishes from our somber dinner when Sarge dropped his plate and glass in front of me roughly, his eyes flickering up to mine with blank emotion. “Please, James, can we at least talk about this?” I plead for the millionth time.

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Meet the Team- Jakob Chychrun

Originally posted by ryanhartman

Alright so I’m not even sure if the Coyotes do a Casino night, but every other team in the league does (or pretty much), so I’m rolling with it! I hope you guys like it!

Warning: None

Anon Request:  Could you do a chychrun imagine where you meet the team and wags?

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              You could do this. You could totally do this. It was no big deal, really.

              “Do I have anything in my teeth?” you asked, grinning at Jakob.

              “Babe” he sighed. “You look fine.” It was only the tenth time he told you that tonight alone.

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Komahina Fanfiction Masterpost

I thought I’d make this masterpost for AO3 Komahina fics because I love all of these fanfictions, and they need more recognition! I’ve also included summaries and overviews so you’ll know what to expect. If there’s a fanfiction that isn’t included on here, it’s probably left out because this masterpost is really for fics that center on komahina - so there were a couple really really good fics in the komahina tag on AO3, but I left them out because komahina wasn’t the main or secondary idea of the story. Also, I’m including fics that have multiple chapters, so there won’t be any one-shots or super short fics. I really hope you’ll reblog this and check these fics out. If you read them, be sure to leave kudos and a comment letting the author know what you think! Also, if there is an author whose tumblr is not listed below, and you know what their tumblr is, please message me! I’ll edit this and put them in.

Takes place in canon/close to canon

  • Transversal It was always Hinata and Komaeda, Komaeda and Hinata, and it was pretty much strange to see one without the other. Among their circle of friends, there was no one who could have threatened the chance that Hinata had. This takes place during Hinata and Komaeda’s time at Hope’s Peak. It’s a very ingenious story, and creative (not to mention obviously well-written); it keeps you on your toes, desperate to find out what happens next! The characterization is very accurate (except for the characters that are SUPPOSED to be ooc, of course), and it’s very desriptive, attentive writing! Plus, there are certainly many surprising moments in the story. You won’t regret reading this! (It’s one of my all-time favorites and the author is a gem.)
  • Many Hinakoma Opportunities - “And, no offense, but I keep waiting for you to come to your senses and slam the door in my face!“ Komaeda kept smiling as he tapped his fingers on the mattress, watching the faint light from the window catch on his nails. "You’ve put up with my presence for so many nights, I’m starting to wonder about your state of mind, Hinata-kun.” Hinata stared at the ceiling, unsure how to respond. He’d had similar thoughts, truthfully, but it didn’t seem appropriate to agree. Komaeda didn’t let the silence sit for long.“Even for me, I’m probably pushing my luck,” He laughed a little at his own personal joke, “But may I ask for a special favor tonight, Hinata-kun?” (The summary from the third part.) This is a collection that includes a lot of smut - and some really good plot, too! It’s cool if you don’t enjoy reading smut, but if you do - this is some HIGH QUALITY shit right here. And it’s not repetitive at all! Anyway, the characterization is on. point. Plus, there’s fluff - so, overall, this is some really enjoyable writing. The author has made some fanart to go with it as well, be sure to check that out! It’s super cool! (I may be a huge fan… what can I say?)
  • Finally In LoveHe hates the way Chiaki always nods off when he talks to her. He hates Komaeda’s infatuation with hope even more.So, when he begins to find himself slowly falling in love with both of them, he figures he must be crazy. This is so, so, so adorable. Yes, it’s technically komahinami, but it’s just so adorable I had to add it to this list. The dialogue is really interesting… plus the characterization is pretty nice! Overall, it’s believable, which is really important to me personally - if you’re reading something that takes place in canon/close to canon, you want it to be believable, right? Because of that, it’s really easy to appreciate the work!

Post-SDR2

  • Equivalence Hinata watches him sometimes when he visits, the monitors beeping softly. Still, alive, and breathing. It gives him hope.Everyone wakes from the game, older, guilt-ridden, and determined to save the friends that died in the game. Wow, wow, wow. This is seriously some incredible writing! (This is actually the fanfiction that inspired me to start writing my own, so I can’t stress enough how much I love this!) First of all, it’s believable. Reading it makes you think ‘oh, this could DEFINITELY be what happens after the sdr2 kids wake up.’ Second of all, it’s beautiful - the writing is descriptive and there aren’t any glaring mistakes. Lastly, the characterization. Oh, man, you’d think the author was these kids’ psychiatrist or something. ….I’ll stop now before I get too rambly and make this already long post even longer.
  • Elevation Just thinking his name awakens so many memories and feelings within you that you can barely begin to make sense of them all. Bits and pieces begin to fall into place; but the more you remember, the less sense you can make of it all. This is actually my fic so I can’t really give you an objective perspective. I will say, however, that I have big plans for it, and I absolutely will not update it unless I am completely satisfied with the quality; so, I work hard on it. There’s going to be a slow build because I want to be true to how I really think things would go down after sdr2, but I can promise that komahina will be happening. And there will most likely be a ton of it (because it is my life and at this point I honestly cannot imagine a future after sdr2 where Hinata and Komaeda DON’T end up together).
  • The Mortal CityWaking up is never the hardest part. This is one of those “HOLY CRAP” stories. Basically, I can’t find a single thing that’s wrong with this entire work. Characterization, story, descriptiveness, mystery - all of it is on point. It can get a little gruesome, so check out the warnings in the tags. Also, it’s a darker interpretation of what happens after SDR2, but that doesn’t mean it’s without fluff or happy moments. Definitely, definitely, definitely worth checking out!

AUs

  • Impossibly (Un)LuckyIt shouldn’t be possible. And yet, here he is.But then, Komaeda had always been impossibly lucky. Or was it I who was impossibly unlucky? This was the first komahina fanfic I got really into - I ended up printing out the whole thing just so I could read it on the go! You’ll end up wanting to read it over and over again; It’s really, really nice writing, and it’s easy to get into the story. There are moments where it’s a little OOC, but it’s never bad as far as that aspect goes. Plus, it’s an interesting concept and AU. All in all, you’ll definitely enjoy yourself while reading! There are so many cute moments!
  • Long Road To NorthThere’s nothing as hopeless as a life being a regular salesman at a regular office. And after waiting for years for his life to change, he can’t contain his excitement as he finds himself threatened by a knife, held by a brown-haired stranger on the run. Where Hope’s Peak Doesn’t exist. Komaeda’s past and luck is the same as in the game, but Hinata’s past has been altered with canon. It’s pretty well-written and you can tell it’s been thoroughly planned out. Great characterization! …Also… I love works where you get to experience Komaeda slowly realizing how in love with Hinata he is…. 
    • Author: @urponators-gayo
  • The Bridge Of StarsIt’s funny how much things have changed over the years but I hope those feelings of yours are still the same Hinata-kun. I wish I could cheer you on from here but the way things are now, the only thing I can say is: best of luck. This takes place in the 1920′s, and there will be 33 chapters in all once it’s completed. There’s a lot of angst (but it’s not without fluff, don’t worry!) and reading it makes you reeeeeeally want to give Komaeda and Hinata giant hugs. It’s super super well-written! I haven’t noticed a single grammar or spelling issue throughout the whole thing. In all, the characterization is superb, it’s easy to become invested in the story, and utmost respect goes out to the author for writing a believable story that goes with the time period! 
  • The Weeping WisteriaEleven year old Hinata Hajime starts working at the castle not knowing what his true purpose is. He befriends the Crown Prince, Komaeda Nagito and vows to stay by his side. But as time goes on and Hinata realizes the painful truth about his ‘job’ and his friend’s true nature, things start to change. Amidst growing chaos and despair, the Kingdom is falling to ruin and Hinata struggles with being unable to do anything to make things better and not knowing what to do about the loyalty he had sworn to a boy he no longer knows. Mai is a goddess, I swear. This fanfiction should go down in history. It’s a very intricate story, and, as with The Bridge Of Stars, there doesn’t seem to be a single mistake in the whole 34-chapter fic. It’s heartwarming, saddening… It keeps you on your toes… The characterization is beautiful… Just please read this. I promise you’ll love it.
  • Love’s ScriptHajime Hinata and his classmate, Ibuki Mioda, are big fans of the Danganronpa series. When the audition for the live action adaptation of the second game is announced, Ibuki is determined to play her favorite character… and she expects the same from Hinata. At first reluctant, he agrees to go with her… But did he make the right choice? Is he even going to survive?! A non-despair AU where nobody dies and the nerds have fun playing in a TV show. I LOVE this AU. It’s just so much fun and so perfect for the cast. Plus this is very well written and has amazing characterization, I just can’t get enough of this! You’ll have a hard time putting this fic down, that’s for sure!
  • Words Will Be All That I KeepHe’s talking about me. Up there, clearly, to all of these people. He’s talking about me. Would he be as blunt if he knew that I was here? Probably. It’s Komaeda. If he knew where I was standing, he’d probably wink at me, and then blush profusely when he saw me later on. *** AU where Komaeda is a writer and Hinata is a trainee therapist. They dated in college and now Komaeda’s written a book. This is so good?? I feel like the plot really suits the both of them. The characterizations are great, the plot draws you in, and there aren’t any glaring errors! What more could you ask for from a fanfic, really?
  • Hajime’s Adventures A collection of stories of Hajime’s adventures throughout college centered on Komahina. All of the stories are in the same cohesive timeline and are in order (unless specified otherwise). Just fun exciting stories that the group goes through in college. No mental illnesses. This is SUCH a fun fic to read. Not only does the whole sdr2 gang get into some insane (and hilarious) adventures, but there is so much komahina content it’s crazy! And it’s certainly unique; I mean, in one chapter Komaeda comes home early from a school dance to slow dance with Hinata, and in another the two of them end up checking out a sex shop, where Komaeda persuades Hinata to try on some cuffs. Also the relationships Hinata has with everyone is so precious!! He’s close with everyone in some way and you can feel the whole gang looking out for him… And, of course, he and Komaeda are close. Anyway, it has cute moments, sad moments, infuriating moments, sensual moments… Personally, I couldn’t get enough; when I first started reading this I ended up pulling an all-nighter, it’s THAT kind of fic. A must-read! 
  • Fragile Hope - "Hinata-kun,“ Komaeda glanced up, struggling to keep his eyes open. "I’m happy you’re here with me,” he mumbled before falling into a much needed sleep. Hinata smiled and wrapped a blanket around Komaeda. “You’re welcome,” he whispered. Uh oh. This fic includes sick Komaeda! I know, I know; you want to forget about Komaeda’s dementia/cancer as much as I do. Even so, this fic is really, really good, and you shouldn’t let Komaeda’s sickness stop you from reading it! It’s adorable, really. Hinata and Komaeda are so close in this… And you can feel how worried Hinata is for him… Plus there’s some really adorable, heart-warming fluff…. Reading it kind of makes me want to cry… but in the best way. 
  • Lattes and Fluffy CloudsHinata Hajime isn’t really quite sure what draws him into Hope’s Coffee Shop every day. He tells himself it’s just the amazing drinks, but the other half of him insists it’s the barista with the fluffy, white hair that takes his order. This is SO CUTE you guys. Finally a coffee shop AU to add to this list lol. The plot, characterization, and style is all on point! Overall its just too goshdarn cute.
  • Detectives/Detectives: Rip Your Heart OutCrouching down behind large boxes of… well Hinata doesn’t know what’s inside them and, frankly, doesn’t want to find out, is himself and his new partner, Komaeda.“This is by far your worst idea yet!” Hinata whispers aggressively, clenching his teeth and glaring daggers towards the slightly taller albino, “'Let’s go in unarmed, we’ll be in and out, they won’t even know we were there’” Hinata murmurs, trying to do an impression of Komaeda’s voice, making large hand gestures as he does. This fic gives you the feeeeeeels. Seriously, the two of them are so cute, and you can really feel how much they care about each other! There are some sad/angsty moments, especially in the sequel; but that just makes the story better!
  • Love Is DangerousIt happens so quick my brain can’t even register it. But a car comes in the opposite direction, bibbing at the other driver. The guy in the large car panics and swerves to his left, hurtling at an unbelievable speed towards me.“HAJIME!” I hear Makoto yell on the top of his voice, almost screeching.I push myself off of Makoto’s car, but before I can even move, I’m pushed to the floor. I land on my back, hitting my head on the pavement. I slowly raise myself up on my elbows and look up to see Komaeda looming over me, his hand against the large car; a giant dent is encased on the metal. Yes, it is a Twilight Au, but listen - the author stated they were changing it to fit their idea, and it’s SO MUCH BETTER THAN TWILIGHT ANYWAY. (I mean, if you like twilight that’s fine, but in my oh-so-humble opinion, this is MUCH BETTER.) I especially like the different relationships included in this story; Hinata and Naegi’s close sibling bond, HInata and Kuwata’s friendship, and, OF COURSE, everything between Hinata and Komaeda. They’re just so cuuuuute. Can’t wait to see how this fic goes! 
  • For Your Entertainment It’s theatre season once again, and Hope’s Peak Academy has just announced their spring musical; The Drowsy Chaperone. And when the new kid, Hajime Hinata, wins a main role in the cast, he’s thrown together with a strange cast of characters, including Nidai, the overenthusiastic boy whom you might not expect to be as good as he is at directing, Kirigiri, the silent but skillful stage manager, Sayaka, the flirty girl who’s perfectly suited to the spotlight, Sonia, the student who arrived from Europe last summer and captured everyone’s hearts with her charm, Tanaka, the animal trainer and lover of the occult who displays an unexpected talent for the stage, Chiaki, the quiet and sleepy but dedicated gamer who runs the sound and lighting booth, Junko, the bubbly choreographer who scares the living hell out of everyone, and Ishimaru, the loud, uptight prefect who seems out of place onstage but has a neverending supply of enthusiasm to make up for it. Will the drama club of Hope’s Peak be able to pull together a completely student-run musical in just two months? (Probably.) Will everyone retain their sanity? (Probably not.) That was a long summary so I’ll keep this brief! This story is cute, funny, and it’s a unique AU. The characterization is nice, the writing is strong, and pretty much the whole gang is involved. It’s super fun!
  • You’re Live on Monomi Radio! - Hosting a late night radio show was the least of Hinata’s problems. In which two punks become local celebrities, Nanami plays the cupid and Hinata’s favorite caller hits on him. It’s awesome. This was so. Funny. OOC, but they’re supposed to be. The banter between Nanami and Hinata is hilarious! You’ll actually laugh out loud. Plus, the whole thing about how Hinata and Komaeda start talking to each other, and listeners start shipping them? Perfect. I can’t get enough of this!

Misc.

  • KomaHina Drabbles - You make me fall deeper into your spell. And then I’ll end up making a mistake. I’ll end up telling you how I really feel. That would only drive you away. That would make me predictable wouldn’t it? You would have calculated that our physical relationship is something that would nurture the fondness that I have for you. Then would you leave me? I would probably fall deeper into despair if you were to leave me. I would fall into a puddle of tears and grief. (Unfortunately, there wasn’t really a summary of this fic, so I picked out a bit of writing from the 1st chapter. I hope that’s okay.) A lot could be said about this fic, but I’ll keep it simple; it’s well-written, it’s entertaining; it can be serious AND extremely cute and fluffy. A lot of the chapters can be considered part of the same verse. Also, the chapters include very interesting interpretations of the character’s lives and relationships! It’s really enjoyable. It can also be considered kamukoma; both pairings are included. Oh, and it also contains a lot of smut.
  • All Manner Of Sins[30 Day OTP Challenge (NSFW version), chapters have individual summaries and content warnings.] This is HIGH. QUALITY. NSFW. There’s a bunch of different scenarios and ALL of it is super well-written and intricate! Honestly, it’s a must-read! 
  • unabashed debauchery - The scent of Komaeda’s soap clinging to his skin and the green jacket hanging off his shoulders might as well be an advertisement to the world: “I’m banging Nagito Komaeda”. What can I say? It’s super high-quality komahina smut. And you’ll love every word.

EDIT: Fics that have been crossed out are no longer on AO3. A few more fics have been added as well.

4

Day 47, 15:10 hours

Jayme: “I never–”

Ash: “Bullsh-*bleep*! I helped you once and you’re so far down, you grabbed hold a’ that like a drownin’ woman and made me your salvation. Well, sister, I ain’t. If I were gonna be anybody’s redemption, it’d be my own and *bleep*-ed if I can manage that!

“You’re a mess, Jayme. Sayin’ sorry once in your life ain’t gonna make up for all that malice and anger in your heart! You gotta do more, work harder if you want to be rid of that baggage.

“Darlin’ I am NOT the man that’s gonna save you from yourself. There’s no man alive that can do that. You gotta do it for yourself. And then, maybe after you’ve fixed a few of those issues, you’ll find somebody who likes you for who you’ve become.”

Jayme: “But–”

Ash: “No way, sugar. Not if you were the last woman on Earth. The species would die out. That’s my final word on it.”

Jayme: “…”

Ash: “Sorry, but that’s the truth. You’re crazier than a doodlebug on a hot tin roof and I am not your own, personal Peteran Watcher. Now for what it’s worth, I wish you luck for tonight; but ma’am you keep your hands and your thoughts North of my Mason-Dixon line. Kay? If you can do that, we can stay friendly.”

Jayme: “This still feels an awful lot like losing.”

Ash: “Yeah, sometimes it does.”

tea-sims  asked:

YOUR NAME IS CHLOE.........i legit always thought ur name was sandy............ i feel.......... DECIEVED!!!!!! jk jk ily and in all honesty i love the name chloe (esp with the accent omg) and i think it really suits you!!! hope you're having a fab time in florida bby <3

@our-dazed-sims join the club!! (He was so shocked when he found out) Lmao!! Don’t worry!! Most people think my name’s Sandy 😊😊 and everyone on here calls me Sandy!! I prefer it, Chloè would be weird after all this time!! It’s kinda why I refer to myself in third person a lot?? Like, I say “Sandy’s going out tonight” instead of “I’m going out tonight’ because it’s not my real name 😊 I’ve never really thought Chloè suited me anyhow, Sandy is more unique 👏❤️

Im having a great time thank you my love!! I’ve done a whole bunch of cool stuff heh!! ❤️❤️ Ily too baba!!! Heh