and he would love more than anything to stay

because you’re a different person.
because you don’t feel the same way anymore.
because we’re growing apart more every day.
because i’m scared to tell you how i feel.
because i think you’re only staying since it’d be easier than leaving because you tell me you love me but i don’t feel the same want and warmth now.
because i cried and begged and poured my heart out– left everything out on the table and you ignored all of it so easily.
because i think i’m being crazy and insecure and imagining things, but am i?

how did we go from laying in bed with my face buried in the nook of your arm, crying while you held me and told me things would be different this time. that it would be hard but you wanted me and us and a future together. that you loved me and we were partners and we would grow through life.

now i’m laying here wondering why i even told you what was bothering me. you brushed it off, made me feel like i was overreacting or being the crazy girlfriend. we didn’t even talk today. we don’t talk much anymore. maybe it is my fault. i didn’t see it happen, things were good and slowly we just stopped having things to say to each other.

how else do you react when you feel like you’re losing someone that’s supposed to be your person? i fought for him and our relationship– so he stayed. except i keep thinking back on everything i said and the silence i got in return. and it hurts and it scares me that he feels distant now. so i tell myself i am overreacting, i’m asking for too much. but he used to love that, he used to tell me he loved it when i texted him constantly, tell me sweet things throughout the day. i loved it. i miss it.

the moment i begin to feel insecure and doubt the other persons’ feelings, that’s when all hell breaks loose. thoughts race in my mind, jumping from conclusion to conclusion without a break.

i never had to question it before, that’s why i’m so terrified now. i thought telling him would make me feel better, but his reaction wasn’t what i’d expected.

he used to want to know what was going on in my mind, reassure me of my doubts. things aren’t the same anymore. i’m scared that it won’t be again. i’m not sure how to fix this. i love him more than anything and as much as i can’t stay with someone who doesn’t love me, i can’t bear to leave.

—  aftertheam 
Things Everyone Should Know About Min Yoongi

Or just reasons to love him. (From the POV of a Yoongi stan)

  • loves music
  • LYRICAL GENIUS
  • raps faster than the speed of light. hella control over his voice
  • plays the piano
  • amazing on stage; in his element
  • his mixtape saved hiphop. saved lives. saved the world goddamn Yoongi
  • AGUSTD - Intro: Dt sugA (ft. DJ Friz)                                                                        - AgustD                                                                                                      - give it to me                                                                                              -skit                                                                                                            -724148                                                                                                      -140503 at dawn                                                                                        -The Last                                                                                                    -Tony Montana (ft. Yankie)                                                                          -Interlude ; Dream, Reality                                                                          -so far away (ft. Suran) 
  • he produced the entire thing. it didn’t feel like individual tracks on an album. it felt very complete, in a way i’ve never seen before.
  • released this masterpiece to the world for free; on soundcloud, on a google drive, on mediafire, on spotify…
  • He had no problematic lyrics on his mixtape. He doesn’t imitate or glorify modern American hiphop. There are no meaningless lyrics, no misogyny, no materialism or racial slurs. Instead, he talks about himself and builds on that.
  • worked on his mixtape in between his schedule. sometimes while on the plane, sometimes while working on other music for BTS.
  • Has a polar bear protection bracelet. Really likes polar bears.
  • was the happiest person in the world when he met Kumamon it was all too adorable
  • Very socially aware. Wants to use his fame to shift people’s attention to global problems.
  • When he and Taehyung got sick and were rushed to the hospital, they ended up having to cancel the concert in Kobe. During his vacation time, he went to the stadium they were supposed to perform in by himself and wrote a post about it in the fancafe. He sat in the seats of the stadium and forced himself to imagine the fans’ emotions on the day that was supposed to be the concert. He wrote  a long apology. He felt so guilty it kept him awake every night since the incident. He didn’t know what else to do. He promised never to let the fans down again and to work harder. 
  • works from from 12 am - 6 am on music. even after a full day of training or concert preparation or filming. only to sleep for 2 or 3 hours or not at all to start the next day. sleeps whenever he gets the chance. gives the day’s events his full energy regardless. 
  • when BTS had to pack for their backpacking trip through Europe, he was the one that remembered to pack medicine and first aid supplies. he cleaned up before leaving the hotel room. helped cook. was in charge of their budget. 
  • wrote/composed/produced some of BTS’s best songs:                              -Tomorrow                                                                                                  -Nevermind                                                                                                -Intro (HYYH pt. 1)                                                                                      -Dead Leaves                                                                                            -Fun Boyz                                                                                                  -Just One Day                                                                                            -Let Me Know                                                                                              -Paldogangsan (with Hoseok & Namjoon)                                                  -Cypher pt 1, 2, & 3 (with Hoseok & Namjoon)
  • participates in the making of almost every BTS song
  • he looks gorgeous in every hair colour he’s literally so beautiful
  • once said he would sue Bighit if his hair started falling out lmao
  • his smile that shows his gums
  • laughs in 10 different ways
  • his voice sounds beautiful in Whalien52 aka one of my favourite songs
  • in the song “Move” he dedicated his section to his mom, who was sick after she gave birth to him
  • in “If I ruled the world” he dreams, if he could have anything, it would be to buy a house for his family
  • danced around his studio in the early hours of the morning when “Nevermind” was approved to be the intro of HYYH pt.2
  • really likes lamb skewers. Wants to open a lamb skewer restaurant with Jungkook
  • his only goal is to make music that gives people emotions (comfort). the root of his passion, goes back to when he started making music at the age of 13.
  • his dream was to perform at Olympic Gymnastics Arena. At the end of the concert, he looked for his parents and brother in the crowd. When he saw them, he smiled and got on the floor to do a deep bow, the kind where your forehead touches the ground. This is when he sobbed for the first time at a concert.
  • at fansigns, fans get to write them a question. “What’s more important? Face or body?” is asked a lot, not just to BTS but all Kpop groups. Yoongi is the only one that writes a third option, “Personality” and circles it and writes that it is the most important. He does this every time the question comes up.
  • When given the question, “What type of girl?” or “What type of style do you like in a girl?” He circles all of them.
  • his ideal type is someone who likes music and someone he can communicate with. there are never any other specifications.
  • when asked for the ideal weight in a girl, he writes a ridiculous number
  • when asked what age difference he would date, he wrote “81 years” lol
  • tells everyone to eat well and take care of themselves. loves his fans more than anything.
  • extremely open-minded person
  • when he and Namjoon were being disrespected by Bfree during an interview, he stayed calm and handled the situation well. Then proceeded to drAG THE HELL OUT OF HIM IN CYPHER PT. 2
  • the “S” in Suga stands for “Savage”
  • literally sarcastic all the time
  • “If we’re talking about regrets you should think of some of your past selcas” - to Jimin
  • relatable
  • king of “I meant to do that”
  • the time he and Hoseok reacted to a “Try not to laugh challenge” of their own members and Yoongi laughed so hard he choked
  • his existence is pretty much art in itself
  • the thing he does when his members are doing something embarrassing and he just curls up and covers his face
  • “Min Suga. Genius. Those two words should be enough. *shrugs*”
  • “I want to reincarnate and be a rock in my next lifetime”
  • “I’m Father Louis Williams Suga Adams the Third”
  • “I’m good at doing ugly stuff”
  • “I was destined to be taller, but there were some errors in my development.”
  • “I’d like to introduce you to my lover…this neckpillow"
  • “I’ve always wanted to nap in a different country”
  • on his first birthday after he debuted, he spent his own money to make small gifts for his fans and hand-wrote over 300 notes for the fans that were going to come to see him on his birthday. he spent a long time because he wanted to make each note different. at the event, he got embarrassed because “it’s not much but I hope you all like it”. he learned that instead of 300, 350 came and he made 50 more to send to them. 
  • the next year, he made packages again but this time with transportation cards so the fans could use them when they came to see them. hand-written letters again, signed polaroids and ordered special envelopes. 
  • gave Jimin his credit card to charge the passes with, and when Jimin jokingly said he’s going to spend his money on snacks, Yoongi unhesitatingly said “Okay”
  • he did something again this year, but just didn’t vlog about it.
  • took pictures of Jungkook at his graduation like he was a proud parent 
  • the time when he and Hoseok lost a game and didn’t get dinner. Jimin brought them a crab from their table, and Yoongi let Hoseok have it. “Seeing my dongsaeng eat makes me feel full." 
  • Bangtan love him. They say Yoongi takes care of them well, especially his dongsaengs. He’s the one that silently takes care of them all.
  • The time Yoongi took Jimin out to eat sushi, and while Jimin was tying his shoes, Yoongi paid and told him they could go. "Of course, I’m the hyung." 
  • says his members are his closest friends. says Bighit is like a family
  • when Hoseok was celebrating New Years alone in the dorms, Yoongi left his family and showed up with chicken just so Hoseok wouldn’t have to spend new years by himself
  • Maschine mk2 review what a nerd
  • that time he tried to install a music editing software and ranted for 10 years on the fancafe because technology is problematic 
  • that one time Yoongi got really passionate about coffee and said he needed 309 people to help him "catch” coffee
  • does reviews and gives insight on all of BTS’s albums
  • the time he sang his heart out with Hoseok for “I was able to eat well” and sounded terrible 
  • the time they had a high note challenge and Yoongi sang so “high” that no noise came out
  • so extra. all the time.
  • “the director said it would only take 5 minutes. It’s been exactly 4 minutes and 58 seconds" 
  • that time he had to introduce himself and pulled confetti out of his pocket and threw it over himself 
  • but also unamused
  • he is a paradox
  • “I want to go baaaaaaaack”
  • easily put in his place by Jin, his hyung. But also ignores all of his jokes.
  • cannot dance for his life (literally flailing in DOPE) but is a really good dancer (FIRE ????)
  • he just works hard
  • unhesitatingly kicked Jimin in the balls when he started dancing over his legs while he was trying to sleep. didn’t even wake up.
  • that time Taehyung was really nervous on stage and kept stuttering and messing up his words. the members laughed and poked fun at him, but Yoongi shushed them and the audience and told Taehyung to breathe and relax and start again. This time Taehyung didn’t stutter
  • literally a deadass person at the awards show until Namjoon was up next to perform and Yoongi couldn’t stop being hyped and looking for him
  • makes fun of his members all the time but always makes sure they’re comfortable
  • witty but never crude
  • says he’s not always the best at expressing himself verbally, but wants everyone to know he is always thankful
  • kindest, bravest, strongest person to ever grace this earth. blesses the lives of everyone he touches

There are certain things I didn’t include in there, because they are a part of his mixtape and I think that speaks for itself. 

To Min Yoongi, thank you. 

Consider: Jim, in the early days of his relationship with Spock, genuinely worried that he loves Spock more than Spock loves him, because he loves Spock so much, and Spock is still learning how to navigate his romantic impulses and Jim reads that as reluctance. And besides, why would Spock love him when he’s the exact opposite of everything Spock seems to value?

And then Spock, in the early days of their relationship, genuinely worried that he loves Jim more than Jim loves him because Spock runs on 100 percent devotion and he doesn’t do anything halfway and when he looks at Jim he sees forever and he’s so worried that, to Jim, this could be some passing fancy. Besides, why would Jim stay with him when he could have literally anyone?

But they’re also intelligent, perceptive nerds who are too in love with each other to function but know each other better than anyone in the universe, so Spock learns to make concessions and begins to call Jim Vulcan words of endearment that mean a great deal but don’t come off as outwardly emotional so they allow him to be himself; and Jim begins to prove to Spock that he’s in this for the long haul by introducing him to his parents over video, and insisting they keep clothes in each others’ closets (even though their rooms are right next door, it’s the thought that counts).

And anyway, after a while they just stop worrying so much because every moment together is a subtle confirmation that this is real and it’s theirs and it’s okay to love like this because that love is returned, in all its overwhelming intensity and in its own unique ways. 

what i really like is how every single parental figure harry has had (besides his dead parents) has been shown to be incredibly flawed. this is something that you rarely see in any book, let alone a children’s series. 

you have hagrid who loves harry so so so much but also isnt the smartest of men and often gets too emotional to use the logic that he does have. he loves so passionately, that he refuses to see the bad in anyone (mainly because of the prejudice he has faced). this doesn’t bode well for harry because of the constant accidental slips of information and his undying loyalty to dumbledore and any other character he finds to be admirable. 

molly who loves harry as one of her own, but smothers him desperately. she is so protective of harry that at times she almost sees him as her property (“he’s not your son”, “he’s as good as!”). she coddles him immensely, and even though he has seen tragedy and death more times than she could ever imagine, she still treats him as if he is a wounded stray in need of her biscuits and warmth. 

dumbledore who acted as if he viewed harry as his equal, only to be raising him for slaughter. dumbledore who let harry live in an abusive home and go through these horrors, just to shape him into this perfect martyr. dumbledore who viewed harry as a chess piece, making sure that he stays alive long enough to vanquish the dark lord. 

sirius, who loved harry more than anything in the world. sirius who broke out of azkaban and stayed inside his old home that constantly reminded him of his past, the aspect of himself he never wanted to confront. sirius, who saw so much of james in harry. sirius who never got the revenge he craved, but now he has his best friend back…well, a version of his best friend. sirius who grew cold towards his godson whenever he didn’t act exactly like his father would have. 

remus, who saw and understood the nightmares that harry had to face. remus who didn’t see harry as his mother or father, but as a child who was forced to grow up far too fast to face things no human should ever have to face. remus, though he loved harry, could never truly be there for him. remus who was so riddled with his own self-hatred that he could never allow himself to get close to harry, the way he knew harry needed him to. 

arthur, who was a humble man who stood up for what was right. he too saw harry as one of his sons. arthur, who despite his social standing did his hardest to provide a good life for his family. arthur who too often worried that harry would end up dead, and that he would bring one of his other children down with him. arthur who loved harry, but secretly feared what having harry potter in his life would do to his own. 

Excuses 💐

A/N: This is a part II of Braids. Please please please read that first so you may understand the intimacy of their close friendship. I really hope you all like it - please send me your feedback here. Thank you, love you, and happy reading :)

Harry doesn’t remember the last time he felt this giddy.

He thinks it was the time you had finally agreed to see him perform, and he had found a bouquet of flowers in his dressing room with a small card that read “If you were a flower, you’d be a damndelion”. There was no signature on the card, but he immediately recognized your scribbled handwriting. He had worn a grin for the rest of the night, feeling utterly enamoured by your silent act of kindness, wondering how someone with that much heart fell into his crazy life.

Now that he was thinking about it, he had always been showered by your good nature. It was what had attracted him to you in the first place. Your gentle personality had the ability to touch others in a way that made them feel like the most important person on the earth. And now that Harry’s watched your kindness spread through the hearts of the ones he loved most, he promised himself to finally be honest with you … even if it meant crossing the blurred lines of your close friendship.  

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BTS REACTION to cheating

A/N: i wasn’t sure if you wanted the S/O to be the one cheating, or the members. So, I chose the members. Hopefully that was what you were looking for!

GOT7 version here

Jin

He messed up. He knew he messed up the second he saw your watery eyes, and red nose. He hurt the one person who made him happy. You were his princess, and he cheated. He was disappointed in himself, unable to control the tears rushing down his own cheeks. He didn’t deserve you, and watching as you cried and screamed in his face, he knew he really, truly fucked this one up. He knew he couldn’t keep you anymore, and that made his whole entire being fall apart as he went down on his knees, begging you not to leave him. But as you packed your stuff in a hasty passion, he knew this was it. You told him you loved him, but this would never work after this. And you left. You left him, leaving him as he cried, and cried.

“Y/N, please! I won’t do it ever again! Please, don’t leave me.. I love you. I love you. I love you! So much, Y/N… Please..”

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Yoongi

You were screaming at him, crying your eyes out. He had never felt more angry with himself than in this very moment as he watched as you cried. He was the reason you were crying. The reason you doubted his love for you. He was the reason that you were so hurt. And he could never forgive himself for that. He knew you deserved better and couldn’t come up with any excuses to get you to stay. So he would just let you leave him. He would suffer in his own pain, knowing you would find your love elsewhere. You deserved that. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep you, no matter what. And that thought hurt him more than anything, as tears of his own ran down his cheeks. He would kiss you lightly, looking in your eyes. He loved you. He was in love with you. And he messed everything up, all for someone else. When you flinched away, saying goodbye, he lost it. He started screaming, throwing stuff around your once shared apartment. He was crying, letting his emotions run wild. He ruined himself. But, most of all, he ruined you. And that would forever stick to his brain; your tears, your screams.. He would never forgive himself.

“I love you.. Please, remember that.” “Fuck! Why the fucking hell did I ever cheat?!” He sobbed, “Y/N.. I’m so sorry..” He whispered to himself.

Originally posted by bunnysenpa1

Namjoon

The room was silent as you cried softly to yourself, and he knew he really messed up this time. Nothing could change what he did, no matter how much you both wanted to change it. He was hurting, his own tears threatening to fall from his eyes. There was no shouting, so screaming. Just silent cries as you gathered your things, and kissed his cheek with a soft ‘goodbye’. He had no idea how the both of you were so calm. There was no bitterness, no anger. Just sadness, and tears. And he knew that was worse than being angry, He knew your silence hurt more than your words. It was the most painful goodbye for him. Having to watch you leave, knowing he couldn’t do anything to get you to stay with him.

“Please remember, Y/N. I will always love you, forever. I am so sorry I caused this much pain..”

Originally posted by joonjuly

Hoseok

He was already in tears before you were as you silently cried while packing your stuff. You couldn’t find yourself to get angry with him, no matter how much you wanted to be. He never once showed that he would ever be unfaithful to you, until this very moment. He couldn’t believe that he actually cheated on you. Even while being in his drunken state last night, he just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he left with someone else that wasn’t you. That he was intimate with someone, that wasn’t fucking you. He cried, sobbing helplessly while begging you to stay. But he knew that would never be enough to get you to stay with him. It would never be enough to keep you. After all, actions speak louder than words.

“Please, Y/N, please! I need you, I-I really fucking need you in my life!” “I’m so sorry, Y/N.. I.. I never meant to hurt you like this. I never meant to hurt you ever.. I love you, so much..”

Originally posted by featureless-spy

Jimin

When you told him you knew that he cheated on you, he froze all movements as he turned around to face you. Your eyes were already red from crying so much, and he knew just how much he screwed up. You started to scream at him, crying as you hit his chest in anger and sadness. When you finally stopped, his arms enclosed around you, you quickly moved away from him. You couldn’t stare at him without having the image of him and another person inside your head. The image of the both of them kissing. Your eyes watered all over again as you went to pack your stuff, determined to leave. He wanted you to stay, but he knew it was inevitable that you were going to leave him. He couldn’t say the right words to get you to stay, and he knew that. But he was sure to tell you that he loved you, and only you. No matter how much he knew you wouldn’t believe him.

“I know you would never believe me, but I promise you that you’re the only person I will ever love. The only person I do love. I am so sorry, Y/N.. I love you, so much..”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Taehyung

Your bodies were tangled in limbs as you listened carefully to his heartbeat, knowing it would be the last time you would ever hear it. You couldn’t help the tears threatening to fall in your eyes as you carefully slipped away from his grip. He was sleeping so perfectly, and you wondered how he could do that. How he could sleep soundly, with knowing he cheated on you. He had no idea you knew he cheated, which would just make it easier to leave him that night. You got dressed, grabbing the note you wrote beforehand from your pocket, and placing it on his nightstand. You softly kissed his forehead, sobbing quietly, before leaving. When he woke up and didn’t feel you beside him, he knew immediately that something was wrong. You were always there in the mornings with him. Panic soared through his body as he saw that the very little things that you had in his apartment, were gone. He went to reach for his phone, but found your note on the nightstand instead. He read it, your handwriting written perfectly across the paper. He cried, only imagining how many times you did too while writing it. He was upset and angry with himself. How could he do this to you? He threw the paper across the room, sobbing.

“Fuck.. Shit, fuck, shit!” “I’m so, so, so sorry, Y/N..” He spoke to himself, knowing you were gone, “I love you.. I love you, I love you.” He whispered in between sobs.

Originally posted by chokaivlicious

Jungkook

He felt so guilty, and couldn’t stop himself from crying when you said that you already knew he cheated while he was about to tell you. It took everything in you to stop yourself from wanting to hold him and comfort him as he cried, saying how sorry he was. He tried his best to hold back his tears, but he knew just how much he couldn’t the second you started to cry as well. Your pain affected him so much, especially since he was the one to cause your pain. You were nothing but sweet to him, nothing but wonderful. And he threw all of that away by cheating on you. He loved you so much, and he knew he wasn’t ready to give you up yet. But there was no going back. You were already leaving him, saying how you loved him and cared for him, but this was all you got in return. He cried, falling to the ground as his whole entire being fell apart.

“I never planned on hurting you.. I.. I love you so much.. I can’t really say much..” “Please, Y/N.. I’m so sorry. I can never say how sorry I am. I love you, I always will..”

Originally posted by baebsaes

Dating Justin Foley would include

(Requested)

• You being the one he goes to when he has been beaten by his mom’s boyfriend.
• “Sorry for bothering you.”
• You kissing him all over his face, just wanting to give him all the love he deserved.
• “You could never bother me! I love you.”
• Being the it - couple at school, and him loving the fact that everybody knows that you’re his.
• Him being extremely protective, but you being just as much as him.
• Giving death glares at the girls that hit on him.
• You coming to all his games, and cheering him on.
• Him being completely honest to you about the tapes, even though he isn’t supposed to tell anyone about them.
• Matching clothes. You think it’s adorable, and he secretly likes it too, even if the boys tease him about it.
• Both being equally whipped.
• Going to parties together, and either one of you, or both, getting wasted.
• You not liking that he smokes weed, and him promising to try quitting.
• Him giving the best hugs, and the hugs lasting for ages.
• “If anything happened to you, I would lose my mind.”
• Justin making it a habit to kiss your temple.
• Your parent(s) loving him, and always letting him stay when he has left his house.
• You caring much more about school than him, and him finding it adorable when you scold at him for skipping class.
• Justin giving you his clothes, and showing you off when you wear them because they look cuter on you than on him.

anonymous asked:

How do the romanced companions (+Maxson, Glory, and Des???) sleep with the Sole? Like in what position? I'm in desperate need of cuteness :)

Ada will not be in this reaction as I imagine (and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen her do it in the game?) she stays standing up to sleep. Other than that, I hope this was what you were after Nonnie, enjoy <3


Cait:

‘Liberty Lovers’

Cait liked to be near Sole at night when she slept- she liked the body heat, but she didn’t particularly like touching at night- she much rather preferred to be an arm’s width apart. Sole didn’t particularly mind not touching at night- some nights got rather humid, and they found that if they fell asleep touching, then they’d end up all sweaty and gross by morning.

Usually they’d end up at the opposite ends of the bed, not touching but close enough to know that the other was there for each other.


Curie:

‘The Tangle’

Curie and Sole usually ended up going to bed at different times- Sole was often up strategizing ways to make the Commonwealth more safe and Curie was usually up researching different medical things.

When they woke up in the morning they would usually end up a tangled mess in bed- arms wrapped around one another, legs tangled together and foreheads just touching as they slept, the duvet thrown carelessly over the top of the pair.


Danse:

‘Big Spoon’

Danse and Sole’s relationship was based around Danse protecting Sole- when out travelling within the commonwealth, when in battle, when in one of the safest settlements within the Commonwealth, just having some down time.

So for Danse to be the big spoon was to be expected- even in sleep, (only when they were in a safe place, if not they would take turns to be on watch) Danse wanted to protect Sole, to make sure that they were safe, no matter the circumstances.


Deacon:

‘Little Spoon’

Deacon was a man of many faces- he’d been women, men, raiders, gunners, one time he even became a supermutant (and he got away with it, they were so stupid). He was strong; yet weak. He knew all; yet knew nothing at all. He always felt like he needed to be strong for everyone else.

Yet when it came to being with Sole, he always knew that they were being strong for one another- Sole needed him as much as he needed them. As for Deacon being the small spoon- it made him feel safe, feeling the warmth of Sole behind him.


Gage:

‘Leg hugger’

Gage and Sole didn’t particularly want the world of raiders knowing that they were together- in the beginning, they used to sleep in separate beds, until slowly, their relationship slowly started getting more and more intimate.

The usually end up with Sole sprawled over the top of him, their legs tangled up in a big mess across the bottom of the bed. One time when one of the gang’s leaders came up to speak to Sole, Gage and Sole ended up with strange looks- it was from that moment that they agreed that they wouldn’t keep hiding.


Hancock:

‘The tangle’

It wasn’t very often that Sole and Hancock went to bed- or woke up in bed together. They had very busy lives outside of their relationship, and they often spent days or weeks apart- they got used to sleeping without each other as much as they got used to sleeping together.

When they did end up sleeping together, they often slept in a big heap of bodies, not being able to figure out which finger belonged to which body.


MacCready:

‘Space Hogger’

MacCready was a space hogger. Sole had managed to get a double bed together, with a lot of help from Sturges and welding two beds together, and scavenging a nice looking double bed from a pre-war house they came across. Sole would be curled up on the very edge whilst MacCready had arms and legs lying everywhere.

It was sweet- the way that Sole’s head would find itself cradled into the nook of MacCready’s arm.


Nick:

‘The Nuzzle’

Nick didn’t like lying down to ‘sleep’. He didn’t need to sleep, and he thought that it was mildly pointless for him to even consider sleeping. But he knew that Sole liked sleeping- not as much as they had pre-war times, since they’d spent over 200 years sleeping, but it helped them feel more alive, especially when they’d had a particularly hard day.  

When Nick laid down next to Sole at night, Nick would just lie still, and let Sole curl themselves up against his body, the blanket they used thrown up over their heads, keeping in the warmth, a stark contrast against Nick’s cool metallic body.


Old Longfellow:

‘The leg hug’

Longfellow was used to being alone. He’d never taken another lover after Hannah, and he’d gotten used to sleeping alone. So when Sole came into his life, and became something more than friends, he knew he’d have to start getting used to sleeping with another body beside him.

Although the Island’s fog brought a chill to the air, when they slept together, they usually ended up with tangled legs, the blanket thrown over their feet, but their upper halves far away from each other- too hot to possibly think of touching.


Piper:

‘Back Kissers’

Piper’s bed in her small Diamond City home was only small- but her and Sole were perfectly able to lay down back to back in it, and not roll over and fall out the bed (although they might have once, when Nat played a prank on the pair).

They usually slept back to back, with the lower parts of their backs and bottoms pressing against one another, reassuring the other that they had their back, in sleep and during times when they needed it the most.


Preston:

‘Little Spoon’

Preston had spent such a long time of his life trying to be the bigger man and protect people. He’d protected people when the Minutemen moved into Quincy. He’d tried to protect his people when the gunners had come in and slaughtered the minutemen. He’d protected people as they’d travelled, trying to find safety.

When he was with Sole, he felt like he no longer had to put up the front, and he knew that Sole would be the one to protect him- that’s how he ended up as the little spoon, curled up in front of Sole.


X6-88:

‘The Nuzzle’

X6 doesn’t sleep. He didn’t need it, so he didn’t do it. Sleeping made him feel uncomfortable more than anything else. He never slept, even once he got into a relationship with Sole.

Sole would beg him to at least lie in the bed beside Sole, and slowly, as their relationship grew more intimate, X6 would slowly begin to lay next to Sole, allowing them to rest their head upon his chest or shoulder. He preferred not to, however, since he always ended up with with aching joints from lying in one position for so long- he was more used to moving that staying still.


Maxson:

‘Lovers Knot’

Maxson never knew love growing up. He witnessed it in his mother and father when he was a baby- maybe, he couldn’t quite remember. He’d witnessed it in a few people within the ranks of the Brotherhood. He didn’t know what it felt like until he fell in love with Sole.

When Sole and Maxson ended up sharing a bed together, they would end up curled up in each other’s arms, before rolling away once sleep overtook, proving their relationship provided the pair independence despite being together.


Desdemona:

‘Liberty Lover’

Railroad HQ was small, too small to have bedframes in, meaning that everyone ended up on a single mattress on the floor, pushed up against the wall. Most nights the agents had to share the mattresses, and that was how Sole and Desdemona ended up together- they’d ended up sharing the same bedroll one night.

When they went to sleep at night, Desdemona and Sole would usually end up in bed, back to back but not quite touching. They found they were most comfortable that way- they didn’t want the whole world knowing about their relationship, but they were close enough that they could feel the body heat from one another.


Bonus! Glory:

‘Bed Hogger’

Glory was the biggest bed hogger there was. Although she was a synth, for some reason she needed sleep to survive- must have been something wired wrong. She might not have needed a full eight hours like normal humans, but she did need a few hours each night. When Sole and Glory ended up in the same bedroll or mattress, Sole usually ended up sleeping on the cold hard ground.

Not only did Glory hog the majority of the bed, but she also kicked quite a bit- Sole often woke up with bruises covering their shins and sometimes even the knees.

Perfect Strangers (Part 5): Back Against the Door

Title:  Perfect Strangers (Part 5): Back Against the Door

Author:  @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Bucky Barnes is the consummate ladies man, a different girl every night, no lasting relationships. You are a painfully shy bookworm terrified of getting involved with someone for fear of getting hurt. When the two of you literally run into each other, sparks fly.

Sequel to Three’s Company

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Characters:  Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers

Word Count:  2293  

Warnings: mild language, angst

Author’s Notes: Thank you to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @climbthatmooselikeatree for your invaluable help and contributions.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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Rangers @ the movies ft Wonder Woman

written by @wonder-rangers @penvision @wayhauhgt and @trinisgayforkimberly

- they always sit in the back row of the theater

- and are noisy until the last possible minute

- they keep getting shushed by everyone

- Zack and Trini ping everyone that shushes them with popcorn

- they always manage to settle down when the previews start

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Dating EXO’s Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by daenso

  • Definitely a manly man
    • “Would you like to go..um get something to eat later?”
  • Wouldn’t like keeping you a secret, rather would cause his own scandal by taking your out to public places and act surprise when the media caught him.
  • Fan Hate/love
    • More like ignore the hate and only tell you the nice things the fans say
      • “I’m sorry about them being like that, they’ll get use to you and love you like i do.”
  • Would get extra sad when he can’t see you because of recordings or practice.
  • Wouldn’t get teased on because we all know everyone is scared of Kyungsoo.
  • coffee house dates
    • before practice
      • “Let’s warm up with some hot drinks and then I’l go to practice”
    • After practice
      • “I really want some iced americano right now. Meet you in the coffee place by your house?”
    • doesn’t matter because he’d just want to see you
  • Hanging out in the dorm is being bombarded with inquiries about the sweet side of kyungsoo from the other members
    • “does he really say ‘i love you?’ with a smile and not with sarcasm?”
  • Also you are the new complaint department of EXO when it came to your boyfriend
    • “Y/n tell him to stop hitting me - I’m his hyung!” Chen teases
    • “Tell him to add a little bit more salt to the food, it’s been a bit bland lately” Savage Sehun
  • He likes coming over to your place rather than you going to the dorm, only to make you more comfortable.
    • “I’ll pick you up so you can come to the dorm, but don’t take the bus, babe - seriously, i’ll just pick you up”
  • Pet names
    • “Love” when he was in his feelings
    • “Yagiya” when you were being cute
    • “Babe” when you were either serious or in the mood
  • Likes when you watch his work - either with EXO or in his movies/dramas. Wouldn’t look at the screen, just at your reactions.
  • Anything you do, whether annoying or not - is cute in his eyes.
    • “What is wrong with you?” he says while looking fondly at you.
  • But when it’s not cute…Get ready to run away from Satansoo
    • Chanyeol and Baekhyun are definitely your Partners-In-Crime with this
      • “Y/n came up with the idea to put whip cream in your bed” Chanyeol screams along side Baekhyun who are shielding themselves with your body.
  • Secretly loves how well you get along with the other members
  • Lets you have your own time, but makes sure you understand that he misses you all the same
    • “You’re going out tonight, right? I’ll miss you, but the boys also want to go out today - see you tomorrow then.”
  • Don’t see him as the jealous type, mostly because he makes your relationship to him clear by gestures and actions.
  • Sex
    • Appreciation of your body to it’s fullest
    • More on the romantic side
    • wouldn’t leave one spot untouched
    • in awe
    • can’t stop kissing you for some reason
      • “You” kiss “are” kiss “so beautiful” kiss
  • Type to surprise you with small details
    • “I saw that you almost ran out of toothpaste, got some on my way home”
    • “Got some sunflowers, they’ll look great on your coffee table, right?”
  • Tour Dates would be mostly random calls whenever he was sure you’d be awake
    • “I’ve got 10 minutes. How was your day?”
    • “It’s 3 am here, I’ll get some rest after you tell me whats wrong.”
  • Sickness
    • Buys the medicine and stays with you the whole night
    • when he’s sick he doesn’t want you to get close in case it’s contagious
      • “Go home, Suho is already shoving vitamins down my throat you have nothing to worry about.”
  • Periods
    • Smiles awkwardly when you’re in pain from cramps
      • “Do you want anything?”
    • Showers you with heating pads
  • Arguing would be more discussion than fighting.
    • He wouldn’t let nor want to let the argument escalate in volume
      • “Y/n tell me what you want”
      • “Tell me what i did wrong.”
      • “Listen to me, love.”
    • can’t go to sleep or leave unless the issue is settled
  • Can’t really hold grudges when it came to you. Loves you unconditionally and wouldn’t want to jeopardize his feelings of comfort and happiness that he found in you.
    • “Why am I so soft around you? Aigoo my reputation is getting tainted.”
BTS - they come home late.

Request:  Could you do a BTS Reaction when they come home from work late and their gf made a beautiful dinner but she fell asleep at the chair waiting for him.💕🌹  


Seokjin:

He’d come home and see you sleeping on the couch. Immediately he would feel guilty. But when he looked at the kitchen and saw the beautiful dinner you had made for him, everything would get worse. He would pick you up and take you into the bedroom and give you a kiss on the cheek. And then he went back to the kitchen and ate everything you had done for him.

Yoongi:

Wait for the guilty puppy come to you. Yoongi was always late, but today it was later than usual, and you ended up sleeping at the dinner table waiting for him. As soon as he saw it, he began to feel bad. “Baby? Wake up.” “Oh, sorry, I slept waiting for you.” You smiled sleepily. “You don’t have to apologize, I do! I’m sorry, princess. I promise that i’ll make it up to you.”

Hoseok:

You were tired of waiting for him and went to sleep. You heard him calling you hours later. “Baby, wake up, did you make dinner for me?” “Oh my God, of course it was. Who else would it be?” You said angry. “I just wanted to thank you! You’re amazing and I love you.” “Yeah, I know.” “Sorry.” He pouted. “Whatever. Come to bed and I’ll cuddle with you.”

Namjoon:

He would be sad and happy at the same time. Happy because you did all that for him. And sad because he came so late that you slept. “Hey, sweetheart?” He whispered from your side on the couch. “Hmmm …” You grumbled. “You can go on sleeping, I just want to thank you for making dinner for me, I love you.” You didn’t say anything, continue sleeping, and didn’t even hear his words.

Jimin:

He arrived and saw dinner ready, his heart bursting with happiness. He was hungry. But he noticed some melted candles and some paper hearts on the table. “Oh, she did all this for me and I was late. Shit.” He ran into the bedroom and found you sleeping. “Baby …” he whispered. “Jimin? I thought you were not coming home today.” “Yes, I know, I should have told you that I was going to be late, i’m sorry. Let’s eat?” “I’m not hungry.” “Just stay with me then, please?” “Okay, take me on your lap then.” “Of course, baby.”

Taehyung:

His heart would break when he saw you sleeping in the living room, in the couch. With a beautiful dinner prepared in front of you. He came to you and picked you up. “Taetae?” “Yes it’s me.” “Hmm, I made you a dinner. Are you not going to eat?” “Of course I will. I’m taking my tired princess to bed now.” “I love you, even if you come home late.” “And I love you more than anything.”

Jungkook:

Jeongguk came home and saw you on the couch sleeping. He knew he’d fucked up. He looked at the kitchen and had a dinner made for him. He went over and ate everything, and so glad you did it. Then he woke you up. “Princess?” “Jeongguk, I made you a dinner and you get home now?” “Sorry, I already ate everything.” “Why did you just wake me up now?” “Because you would be angry and would not let me eat your delicious food.” “You’re an idiot.” “I know, and I’m sorry again. Tomorrow we’ll do whatever you want.” “Good!” “Yes, yes, now let’s go to sleep.”


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threat // peter parker

request from @fragilefrances: Reader keeps getting threats and she keeps it to herself and when she disappears, Peter finds the threats and tries to find her before its too late

word count: 3.3k

a/n: hey guys! this my first time writing a request, so i hope you guys enjoy! i realize i didn’t do exactly what the request said, but i hope it’s still ok (sorry!!). unedited! this will get a part 2 soon! and starting next monday, i begin high school! it should be okay for the first few weeks, but i might get a lil busy so i hope y'all understand! i’ll still write as much as possible <3 and hope you guys enjoy this! warning for threatening and kidnapping themes. <3333

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“So I thought about telling her that, y’know, I was kind of in an awkward situation there. But how are you supposed to do that with all these people around?”

“Mhm.”

“And then she had this idea, right, and I was like, ‘What are you doing?’ and she was getting this empty bottle and she said she wanted to play Spin the Bottle!”

“Uh huh.”

“She knows that I have strict boundaries with that stuff, and she still…” You trail off into silence for a few seconds. “Okay, Pete, I know you don’t care, but give me something to work with here.” You wait for a response, and then check to see if Peter is still on the other end of the line. “Hello?”

“Wait, what did you say?” You sigh audibly at this. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I was…zoned out.”

“It’s okay.” There’s a short pause.

“So what were you telling me?”

“Uh, it’s nothing important. Speaking of which, I’m getting a little tired. I’d better get going.”

“It’s not even eight, how are you tired already?” He sounds confused.

“I stayed up last night. I’ll see you.”

“Uh, okay then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hang up the phone call, feeling discomfort poke at you. Peter’s as close to a best friend you’ll ever have. You know him like the back of your hand. But recently he’s been a little weird around you. He’s always off in his own little world, thinking about something else. It was okay the first few times, but now you hardly have conversations with him anymore. You’re just worried if he’s okay sometimes.

Is this just a thing that happens when people grow apart? You gaze out of your tiny window into the not-so-tiny world. The sun is drowning in the horizon, the fiery orange and red tones fading away into pink, and then into periwinkle blue. The city is noisy, but in this transition between day and night, everything looks beautiful.

You think about talking to Peter. But where would you even begin? How do people have supportive conversations? You’re not very good at being helpful in this kind of situation. You move away from your window and flop onto your bed. You dig around your sheets for a minute before finding your phone. You Google ‘Why is my best friend being distant?’ and scroll through a few pages. If anything, this just depresses you more, so you decide to stop.

You’re about to close your phone when it dings with a text. Is it Peter with another half-assed apology? It seems you’ve been spared from that tonight. You scroll through your conversations, but you don’t see any new texts. You frown when you see an old text. Whoops, you forgot to text a classmate back about a quiz. The quiz that happened today. Yikes.

Well, you’re sure it’s okay. You set your phone aside to do homework. But as soon as you lift your pencil, your phone starts ringing. Without looking at who it is, you pick up, voice firm. “Peter, I’m sleeping. Bye.”

You pause, and then look at who’s really calling you. Whoever it was turned off their caller ID. Uh…weird. Is this a prank call? “Um…hello?” You say cautiously.

The silence hangs for what feels like an eternity. Unsettled, you hang up. You have a notification for a text. You open it.

Unknown: There’s a package waiting for you on your doorstep. Get it within fifteen minutes.

You frown. Is this one of your friends trying to play some sick practical joke on you? “Yeah? Or what?” You mutter to yourself, scoffing.

Unknown: [image attached] Or else something might just happen to him.

Your eyes widen when you look at the picture. It’s Peter, sitting in his bedroom. But…he’s, like, attached to the ceiling. He’s hanging upside down and reading a book. No, this must be digitally edited or something. That’s when you see two things. The digital clock, which reads the time right now: 8:37 PM. And a very familiar looking suit on the floor. The Spider-Man suit. You’ve never been more confused.

You feel a tight knot in your chest. How does this person know who Peter is? How do they know you? Who are they? How do they know that you know Peter? They’re not going to hurt him, are they? Why does Peter have that suit? Christ, is he the Spider-Man that you saw in a YouTube video a few days ago?

You look at your clock. Nearly five minutes have passed already. You don’t want to find out what they’ll do to Peter if you don’t comply, so you quickly stand up and fumble to unlock your door. You race downstairs and past a pair of worried looking mothers.

“Honey, is everything -” You cut one of them off as you step out of the apartment. Sure enough, there’s a small box sitting there. You scoop it up and dash back upstairs with it. You swallow, breathing heavily as you grab your phone. Another message pops up.

Unknown: Good girl. Give it to the hooded boy waiting in the alley by your building at 7:50 AM tomorrow. Don’t talk to him.

You try keep yourself together and think. Do you dare send a message?

You: who are you and how do you know me?

You: how do you know him?

No response. You didn’t really expect one, anyway.

You: you can do anything you want with me. just don’t touch him. please.

You don’t expect a response to that, either, but then, a message pops up.

Unknown: Follow your instructions without hesitation and he will go unharmed.

You set your phone down as you try to process everything. The first thing you do is cry, sobbing uncontrollably while you clutch a pillow to your chest. What do you even do? You want to call Peter, but you’re scared of what might happen. Whoever this is knows how dear he is to your heart. What do they know and what don’t they know? Is anything even private anymore?

You think about every memory you shared with Peter. That one time you ruined his new jeans by throwing a cupcake at him. Or when you sat on the floor and debated over Star Wars fan theories for a whole day. Or the countless nights you stayed up with him on Skype, talking endlessly. Or just a few months ago, when he kissed you and he thought you didn’t feel that way about him even though you did.

He’s not just the friend that went through thick and thin with you. You love him, goddammit. And now you don’t know what to do because you can’t imagine being in a world without him. You can’t even imagine him ever being hurt. At any other point in your life, the possibility that he might be Spider-Man would freak you out more than anything. But right now, you don’t care about any of it. You’re pretty sure that even Spider-Man can’t dodge a bullet when he least expects it.

You try to make yourself feel better about it all. So what, you move around a few packages and then they leave you alone. And then you can carry on with your life and have everything be okay. No biggie.

Still, a dark feeling disturbs you.

Having completely forgotten about your homework, you lay on your bed to sleep. You’re too frightened to sleep with the lights off, so you leave them on as you drift into an uncomfortable slumber. You toss and turn all night, racked with paranoia and fear. You hardly get any sleep. For the longest time, you stare at the ceiling. You just want Peter to be safe. You just want to protect him. The idea of protecting Spider-Man feels silly, but the picture ‘Unknown’ sent you lingers in your head. He’s still a kid, like you. He still has vulnerabilities.

You jolt when your alarm clock goes off, scaring you. You quickly switch it off. 6:30 AM. If you have to give the package to someone at 7:50, you’re going to be late for school. You guess one day won’t be too bad. You scrape your hair out of your face and put on your jeans and t-shirt from yesterday. The t-shirt says “May the force be with you” but the word “force” is replaced with the formula for force. It was a Christmas present from Peter.

At 7:30, you head outside to wait with the package in hand. It’s chillier than you expected, but you manage to stand there for twenty minutes. Goosebumps lines your exposed arms as you look around for the recipient. You realize that you didn’t even stop to think about what was in the box. You were so busy worrying about Peter that you forgot about it. What if you’re carrying meth or crack cocaine or something? What if you’re helping some illegal activity happen?

Just as you start freaking out over it, a hooded figure enters the alley. You’ve never seen the guy before, but he looks young. He can’t be older than seventeen. He stares at you expectantly. You open your mouth to say something but quickly shut it when you remember that you’re not supposed to say anything. You quickly hand over the box. To your surprise, he starts opening it. You watch, lips parted.

You expect him to take out something suspicious-looking, but instead he reveals a knife wrapped in cloth. He unwinds the cloth, and before you can even scream, the boy pins you to the wall. One gloved hand presses tightly over your mouth as you try and yell out. He presses the knife to your throat and you reflexively tilt your head back to try and create some space between your neck and the knife.

Oh god, this is it. This is the end. You think about how you should’ve been a little nicer to your moms, and how you should’ve apologized to a few people. You should’ve told Peter you loved him. And maybe kissed him again. His image flashes in your head. His warm, dark eyes that crinkle when he smiles at you. His soft lips against yours, hungry for something you’ve both wanted for an eternity. The way his dark brown hair flops onto his forehead and escapes the gel when he’s leaning over to work on a project. The look on his face right before he’s about to make a dumb joke that you’ll laugh at anyway. It’s all too sweet to let go of so quickly, but if it means saving him, you’ll do it without hesitation.

And then, as though the guy was having second thoughts, he steps back. He almost looks apologetic, but it might just be the lighting. Your heart’s still pounding out of fear as you fumble for your phone. What the hell?

Unknown: Wait until further instruction.

You look back up to yell at the boy, but he’s vanished. You glance into the darkening alley, and then out towards the street. Great, you don’t want your life threatened again anyway. You check the time. It’s nearly 8:10, and you’re already missing first period. You race out to go to school.

In second period English, Peter side eyes you the whole time, like he normally does. You normally do the same, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to look at him today. Your phone is on your lap in case you get a text.

Is he really Spider-Man? You tune out the entire class, until the teacher walks up to you. “Y/N, are you alright?” You jolt slightly in surprise when you see her.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” you say quickly, tripping over your words.

“You didn’t seem to hear me for the past five minutes. Where’s your homework?” You’re acutely aware that the whole class is staring at you, including Peter. Your cheeks redden in embarrassment when you realize you didn’t do it last night. What are you supposed to say?

“U-Uh, I left it at, um, home.” Your voice is quiet as you look down, your face burning up. Everyone’s going to think you’re stupid and you don’t take school seriously. They’re going to think that instead of doing my homework last night, you were at Flash’s party getting drunk, and that’s why you’re being weird now. Ha. As if you’d even get invited.

You spend the rest of class being extremely embarrassed as you try and participate more. At the end of class, Peter walks up to you. Dejected, you try and walk past him, but he blocks your path.  You step around him, but he’s too quick. He grabs you by the arms this time, but then lets go when you show obvious discomfort. You walk out of the classroom, Peter right beside you. “What’s up with you?” He asks.

“Nothing,” you murmur, slightly annoyed.

“Oh, so you mean nothing as in totally ignoring me, having bags under your eyes, and not doing your homework for once in a blue moon. You look like you saw a ghost, you’re scared out of your damn mind. So don’t give me this bullshit about nothing being wrong, Y/N.” Is he mad at you? Suddenly, it seems silly to think he was the same person you fell in love with months ago. He seems completely different. The Peter you know wouldn’t get mad at you. His expression softens when he sees yours. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you know what, Parker, what’s wrong with you?”

By now, the halls are nearly clear except for those skipping. “What are you talking about?” Peter asks, confused. He looks kind of upset, because he knows you’re serious when you call him by his last name.

“You know what I’m talking about. You hardly talk to me, and you’re never paying attention when you do. If you don’t fricking like being around me, then tell me and I’ll leave you the hell alone! I thought we were best friends, and I thought that meant you could tell me anything. But whenever I ask, you say it’s nothing and I’ve been trying so hard to believe it. Because I trust you to tell me the truth when you think it’s time. But then the moment I start acting weird too, you just have to push it. Maybe I have my own secrets too. Did you ever think about that too? Maybe I put on a suit and I leap around kicking ass, too.” You spread your arms out, the angry look on your face quickly breaking apart. Peter’s eyes are wide as he stares, in complete shock. You can’t bring yourself to say anything else. You wipe the tears that start spilling from your eyes.

Peter tries to pull you into a hug, but you shove him away as hard as you can. Spider-Man can take a push, can’t he? But he winces anyway, simply watching as you walk away. You check your phone, and your heart pangs in your chest at the message.

Unknown: Don’t speak to him again.

You’ve never felt more alone, but at the same time, you can never truly be alone. You can’t even talk to Peter anymore, isolating you from the one person that matters most to you. But now you’re sure they’re watching you somehow. They’re watching your every footstep, they’re listening to your every word.

You instantly feel bad for yelling at Peter, as you always do whenever you get upset at him. You just can’t control your emotions around him anymore. For some reason, this all makes you want to protect him more.

God, you hate everything. You hate Peter for what he does but love him for who he is, which is a confusing thing all on its own. And he’s Spider-Man. And you’re doing scary ass things under the promise of his safety.

Your fingers brush against your throat. There isn’t a cut there or anything. Huh, maybe the knife just wasn’t that sharp.

Your phone pings with instructions to retrieve a box. For the next few hours, you’re forced to skip school as you obediently follow seemingly random orders. Thankfully, you don’t get any more knives shoved to your throat again. You just move things around, and you don’t even have to deliver things to anyone.

Over the course of the day, you start to calm down a little. It’s only now that you begin to question the person’s motive of threatening you with Peter. Do they want something from you? Or something from Peter? Peter is more likely, with him being Spider-Man and all. But all Spider-Man does is stop robbers and help old ladies out. He just doesn’t seem like a person worth targeting for the reason that he might be a threat to criminals.

You’ve had missed calls from him all day. He must be wondering where you went, but every time you even get the urge to call back, you remember the harsh warning you were given to not talk to him. He sent you tons of texts, too.

Peter: where are you???

Peter: y/n please!! i’m worried about you, just tell me you’re safe and i’ll stop.

Peter: i know you’re mad and you don’t care, but i really care. just tell me if you’re home or something. i won’t come visit you if you don’t want me to. i just need to know if you’re in a safe place. that’s it.

Messages like this continue on until a few scrolls. Finally, they come to a stop and then Ned texts you.

Ned: Hey Y/N Peter looks like he’s going to have a panic attack

Ned: It’s really bad and he won’t listen to me

Ned: Just tell him you’re okay so he’ll stop freaking out

Ned: Dude you realize he’ll put on his suit and try and find you if you don’t respond soon right

You take a deep breath and look away, pained inside. You don’t want to think about Peter getting anxiety over you. At least he’s alive. And when all of this is over, you can tell him everything and he’ll understand. Because he’d do the same for you. That’s just the kind of people you and Peter are. Your thoughts are cut off when you see you got a message from ‘Unknown’.

Unknown: Go back to the alleyway by your apartment and wait.

Unknown: This is the last message you will receive.

Something about this feels weird to you. Wait for what? This is a vague message, which is unusual considered the pattern of very specific messages. Nonetheless, you begin making your way home. Your phone keeps buzzing with messages, probably from Ned. You keep yourself going with only one thought in mind. It’s almost over. Just one more thing to do, and then it’s all over. You just hope Peter will be okay.

You finally get to the alleyway as the sun moves downward. It won’t be sunset for a few hours, unfortunately, but it’s not like you would be able to see it from down here anyway. You’re nervous, and there’s a very odd feeling in your gut. It’s giving you a very clear message. RUN. You ignore it, looking over your shoulder to see if anyone’s coming. No one.

You wait there for a while, realizing how exhausted you are from running around the city all day. You probably have so much homework to catch up on, and you owe an explanation for not showing up to most of your classes. Your phone buzzes again, and you finally look at it.

Mom: Honey, why did your mother and I get an email saying that you didn’t go to any of your classes other than English today?

Mom: You know that you can talk to us about anything. You can tell us the truth.

Shit. You are so screwed when you go home. You quickly start thinking of excuses, because you obviously can’t tell them the truth in this situation. As you worry over this, you don’t notice that someone is behind you.

Suddenly, you feel metal clang against your skull, and you’re gone. You drop the ground instantaneously, unconscious.

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luke’s devotion to han is absolutely undoubtable and without a doubt subtly romantic. vader chose to use him as bait and torture him instead of leia, even though he knew luke and leia were close. he also had no reservations with hurting leia as he had already done it in the past. so he chose han explicitly because he knew without a shadow of a doubt that HIS pain would make luke drop everything and throw himself foolishly into a trap to protect him. luke has shown his devotion and attraction to han time and time again, from the subtle glances to his chest and lips during their first encounter, to their deleted encounter in the sand, where they both resisted to drop one another’s hand. luke has ALWAYS believed in him and ALWAYS wanted to be near to him and to see him be the best man he can be.

 his adoration for han is undeniable, but let’s not act like this dedication is one sided because it’s not! han is absolutely just as devoted to, and besotted with, luke as luke is to, and with, him. many fans make the mistake of thinking that this adoration is entirely one sided, when it is, in fact, equal. in episode iv, han knew he was going to leave the rebellion to continue doing work on his own because he’s not a people person, and he doesn’t like having too many people depending on him. he treated having luke and obi wan, and later leia, on the falcon with him as a nuisance and a chore. you’d think that he’d be perfectly content to leave them all behind and continue his life, but he doesn’t. he asks luke to come with him, and only luke. he doesn’t even bother to ask anyone else because no one else matters. his offer isn’t just a proposition for spending the rest of their lives together, but it’s also a show of han’s attachment and vulnerability. han leaves everyone he loves before he can get hurt, but now he’s opening himself to the possibility of attachment, new companionship, and, yes, pain. he never shows this same vulnerability to anyone else.

 luke is hurt because he believes that han is abandoning him, but he’s actually trying to do the opposite: he’s trying to bring luke closer to him and protect him and stay with him. and even though he leaves, he still comes back, for luke. nobody would expect anything to mean more to han solo than his own survival, but suddenly he’s putting his neck out for something, for someone, that means more to him than his own life. and that running into each other’s arms reunion at the end of the film?? it’s NOT between han and his eventual love interest, it’s between him and luke. one of THE biggest romantic tropes is two people running into each other’s arms, it’s right up there with kissing in the rain!

and it doesn’t stop there. han threatens to leave the rebellion AGAIN, and just like clockwork, decides to stay and risk his life because luke needs him. when luke needs him, no matter the danger, han will ALWAYS come running. his declaration, “i’ll see you in hell”, speaks to the fact that he is absolutely ready and willing to give up his own life for luke to get home safe, and if he can’t save him, he can at least be there for him so luke won’t have to die alone. he knows his chances are slim, but he doesn’t care. whenever he tries to leave, to try to free himself of this attachment and undying devotion, luke needs him, and he  gets reeled back in willingly. and when he finds him, he cradles luke with the utmost care and gentleness, even as he frantically searches for his breath, and his pulse, for any sign that he’s still with him. 

and then once luke is tended to health and it’s confirmed that he’s okay, han has the golden opportunity to leave the rebellion and forget about this whole mess, but he doesn’t. he stays and waits until luke is awake, and watches him floating in the bacta tank. the sight of him, all bruised and injured, is sometimes too much for han to look at, and throughout the scene he covers his mouth or paces around, thoroughly shook by the thought of him being hurt, and the thought of losing him. then, when luke awakes, han wants to make sure he’s one of the first things he sees, and sits as close to him as he can. they both look at each other with an unspoken, pure  adoration that has unparalleled throughout all the romantic elements in this franchise. 

even after luke vanishes, han’s devotion to him remains undying, since he’s been spending the past twenty years searching for him high and low. and when he finds the falcon, and the two kids with luke’s youthful, high strung hope, his own hope of finding luke and bringing him home again is rekindled. he says that he knew him with nothing but sadness and love in his voice and on his face. he knew luke once, but he hasn’t known him in a very long time, and he will do anything to know him again. and now he never will. 

tldr; han adored luke just as much as luke loved him, and their subtle romance is actually the most tragic and iconic love story in the history of the franchise thank you for coming to my ted talk. 

In Case // Spencer Reid x Reader

It had been 3 months since you walked out the door and took his heart with you.

Spencer had dealt with heartbreak before but this seemed to hurt more than anything he’d ever experienced. It was something that left him feeling hollow, as if he was just a shell of the man he had been when you had loved him. He would wake in the middle of the night with his face covered in tears, his cries loud enough to worry his neighbors. His sobs shook him to his core and he was left gasping for air. It was as if you had taken even the air he breathed.

He didn’t blame you. You didn’t blame him either. Relationships were always difficult. Even couples with stable jobs felt the pressure that came along with being together. Relationships needed time, dedication, patience. You both had managed for a long time, but it just wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to be irrevocably in love with each other. Those passion filled hours where the two of you would roll around in bed, the bed frame shaking and sheets soaked with the sweat of your bodies- they weren’t enough to fill the void that came from time spent alone when he was gone.

The beginning had been beautiful. It had been a rush, a feeling of ecstasy as you both fell head over heels for each other. Movie dates, book readings, art museums, nights in- your life had gained a new reason to wake every morning and you’d been gifted someone to say goodnight to every night. It was a love that brought smiles to even the youngest of children who could see just how much adoration there was between you.

He’d begun to take you for granted after a few years. Before he had always made sure to call, to send flowers when he’d miss special occasions just to make sure you didn’t feel so lonely. Years passed and his phone calls turned into texts which turned into one worded replies and after a while you’d be lucky to even get a goodnight message. But his job was rough and he’d be exhausted when the night came so you tried your best to think nothing of it. You both knew the other loved you.

That was his most fatal mistake. Words were just words unless acted upon. He knew he loved you. He knew you loved him. You never once stopped saying so. He tried his best to show he cared but in the end it wasn’t enough. He was a fool to think he could simply come home and wrap his arms around you and expect you to be okay. Love was more than good looks and sex. It was more than sleeping beside each other for a few days a week. Love was a garden, something beautiful that bloomed in great colors when it was nurtured and he had stopped tending to it, so his surprise when it had died out was unjustified. He knew this and it ate away at him every night.

For weeks he would pick up his phone and dial your number only to hang up as soon as the line rang. He was being selfish. He wanted you back more than anything, but he knew he would never give up his job. He knew you would never ask him to do that either. You loved him, that much he knew. He had seen it in your eyes when you had told him you had to go. He had seen the tears fighting to stay back as you fought to remain strong. You loved him so much you had let him go.

Spencer wanted you to be happy but the thought of you with someone else tore his soul apart. He’d often sit alone for hours and run scenarios through his head. He thought about what he would have done differently- he would have called you that one night he knew you were feeling ill, would have told Hotch he couldn’t leave when your mother had been in the hospital, would’ve sent you something better when he missed Valentine’s Day. These were all useless thoughts of course. It was too late for any of that. Funny how you only think of ways to fix things once they’re unable to be mended.

He found himself in the bottom of a bottle one night. He had picked it up on his way home from work and had drank the evening away. It was unusual behavior for someone who only ever drank on special occasions and never had more than one shot of whatever liquor was being served. But he had fallen into a drunken mess as he held a photograph of you in his hands which was soon replaced with his phone.

He got your voicemail, and instead of hanging up he began to talk. He left an incoherent string of sobs and ‘I love you’s’ as he begged you to come back. He would change. He would work less, he would be there for you. He wanted to marry you, he wanted to be he father of your children. You would buy a house in the suburbs where the kids would play in the yard. He would love you like never before. He still loved you now.

The message had taken you by surprise the next morning. Spencer was never much of a drinker and the drunken slur in his words immediately worried you. You couldn’t help the tears that spilled onto your face as you heard his begging, the pain in his voice strongly mirroring your own. Every day you had fought the urge to call him, to tell him you loved him and wanted to come back. You had convinced yourself that Spencer needed to find someone who his affections came for easily. Someone who wouldn’t have to worry about whether he’d call you that night because they knew he would. You replayed the message as your head spun, your emotions washing away your reasoning.

Spencer cringed when he awoke the next morning and looked at his phone. Twelve times. He had called your phone twelve times. He cursed at himself when he realized the last call had lasted a full five minutes which could only mean you either picked up or he had left a message. He figured it didn’t matter which one it had been, his drunken state would have only reinforced your idea that you were better off without him.

Spencer sat in his bed for hours. He looked around with his back against the wall, and mentally picked out the things you had left behind.

There was a small photo book lodged beneath a growing pile of his own books that had been abandoned. A bottle of perfume that was nearly finished still sat on his dresser. Two jackets that had been in the dirty laundry when you had left now hung clean in his closet. These were all things he had kept in case you ever decided to come home.

It had been 3 months since he lost a piece of himself.

He was so lost in thought that he had almost missed the fact his phone had lit up, a picture of your smiling face staring at him. He sat frozen for a moment before he scrambled to grab it, his hands shaking as he hit the answer button.

“I love you. Please come home,” he spoke before you could say anything. His entire body shook as he waited for your response, the gentle sound of your breathing enough to unsettle him. He held his own breath as he awaited your reply, silently begging that you wouldn’t simply hang up. Finally you spoke and he felt his entire being melt at the sound of your voice.

“Okay.”

It had been 3 months since he’d smiled, but that simple word was enough to bring him tears of joy.

It's a Date (Grayson Dolan)

warning: sad in the beginning :( also some hateful comments

“Grayson I love you!” “Grayson marry me.” “Grayson please notice me!” “Grayson over here!“  

The girls continued to scream things at my boyfriend and his twin brother Ethan. I guess I can expect that dating one half of the famous Dolan Twins. His fans weren’t exactly accepting either. I opened instagram and looked at the recent photo I posted a week ago.

I started to read all the comments underneath.

username: you’re so ugly

username 1: leave Grayson alone.

username 2: I love Grayson but why did he choose you?

username 3: I don’t ship this at all, sorry not sorry.

username 4: please go kys

username 5: you don’t deserve Grayson, you’re just using him for fame.

username 6: stop rubbing it in our faces bitch.

Not all the comments were horrible, but a majority of them were. They made me feel horrible about myself, telling me how much I didn’t deserve to be with Grayson. This was why I was currently at home watching the Teen Choice Awards instead of attending with him. All the hate was tearing us apart.

"perfect.” I said feeling a tear fall down my cheek.

Grayson and Ethan had just won choice male web star. I was happy for them, I really was but that meant they were about to get even more popular and with more popularity came more mean girls. I turned the tv off, curling up into a ball and letting out all the tears i’d been holding back. My phone started ringing, Grayson’s name appearing on the caller ID. I wiped the tears before answering.

“hey babe.” I said trying my best to sound happy.

Grayson knew me better than that though.

“were you crying?” He asked his voiced laced with concern.  

“just really happy for you guys.” I said covering my hurt voice.

“thanks babe.” Grayson said thankfully dropping it.

Whenever Grayson and I talked about all the hate we always ended up fighting with each other. 

“so after the show, how about I drop by and we can cuddle and watch a movie?” Grayson said.

I took a deep breath knowing very well I wasn’t prepared to see him tonight.

“Isn’t there some after party you famous people go to?” I said not meaning for it to sound as rude as it did.

“well yeah there are after parties but i’d rather spend time with my girlfriend, who doesn’t sound like she wants to spend time with me at all.” Grayson said his voice getting lower.

I could tell that he was mad, but so was I. I was mad that he knew about the hate and did nothing about it. What could he do though? These were his fans he worked hard to gain them and he didn’t want to lose them by telling them off.

“tonight isn’t a good night that’s all.” I said in between shaky breaths.

I could feel tears swirling in my eyes.

“you’re being ridiculous y/n.” Grayson huffed.

“I’m being ridiculous? Grayson I just don’t want to hang out tonight okay.” I said raising my voice a little bit now.

I feel like we aren’t even together anymore. We don’t hang out much anymore and when we do, all we do is fight. I’m tired of it.” Grayson says slowly like he was afraid too.

His words broke my heart but I knew he was right.

“then maybe we shouldn’t be together.” I said letting the tears fall.

don’t say that y/n.” Grayson said his voice cracking.

I knew that Grayson and I could not keep going on like this. I knew what I needed to do and it killed me. I loved Grayson. I loved him so much but I was hurting us both by staying with him.

“Grayson I love you so much, but we can’t keep going on like this. I need time, you need to focus on your videos it would be easier if I just stayed away. Goodbye Grayson.” I said hanging up before he could protest.

I knew this was the right thing to do. Or was it? I threw my phone across the room breaking down even more now. I got up and started trashing my room, letting out all the anger and frustration I’ve been holding back. My mom ran in taking me in her arms.

“it hurts so bad.” I told my mom crying in her arms.

“I know sweetheart I know.” My mom said stroking my hair.

I cried in her arms for about a good hour and a half. There was a knock on our door, breaking me from my crying. My mom ran downstairs and soon a somber looking Grayson was standing in my doorway.

“what are you doing here? Your supposed to be at the award show." I said standing up.

"I don’t care about some stupid award, I care about you.” Grayson said a tear falling down his cheek.

“Grayson.” I started but he quickly cut me off.

“no you’re going to let me talk now. You’re right it would be easier if you stayed away but I don’t want you too. I love you. Nothing you or anybody else says is going to change that. Tell me how to fix this.” Grayson said coming over.

He took my hands in his and made me look at him.

“I want to fix this.” Grayson begged.

I didn’t know if it could be fixed and that scared me more than anything.

“Grayson you can’t make your fans not hate me.” I said crying a little more.

Grayson took a deep breath and looked at me. Then he left. He just left me there. I sat back down on the floor continuing my cry. About two hours later my phone lit up telling me the Dolan Twins had posted a video. It was probably a thank you video but I couldn’t fight this urge to see him even if it was behind a computer screen. I clicked on the video it was simply titled "we need to talk”

“you should watch that.” A voice said from the doorway.

I looked up and Grayson was standing there with a tear stained face. I clicked play and the video started playing. It was Grayson and Ethan just sitting there. Grayson had a few tears rolling down his cheeks. Ethan starts talking.

“hey guys Grayson is a little upset right now and so am I. We love you guys more than anything and we will NEVER be able to thank you guys enough for all you have done for us but we need to talk.”

Grayson starts talking now.

we can’t stay single forever guys and I was really happy with my girlfriend but the hate that some of you were sending her way caused her to pull away from our relationship. It hurts alot that my fans can’t love someone that I love. I want you guys to understand that we are against bullying and it isn’t okay for our fans to go against something we believe so strongly in. I just needed you guys to hear me out. If you did hate on her and are feeling guilty I’m sure she’d accept an apology. No matter what we will always love you guys but right now I need you guys to love and support me.”

The video ended just like that and I had tears in my eyes. I looked up at Grayson who was just standing there biting his lip nervously. I went on instagram and pulled up a random selfie.

I started to read all the comments.

username: you are so beautiful!

username1: we had no right to hate you I’m so sorry!

username2: please get back with Grayson you deserve him!

username3: I should have never said hurtful things to you. I guess I can’t really call myself a Dolan Twin fan if I was bullying you.

username4: I’m so happy for you I love you so much!

username5: I hope you can forgive us and go back with Grayson, he looks so sad without you ):

username6: we don’t deserve you, you’re such a goddess!

I couldn’t help the smile that spread to my cheeks. Grayson took a couple steps forward taking my phone out of my hands. I don’t look at him right away. He cups my cheek with his hand making me look at him.

“did I fix it?” He asks biting his lip again.

I don’t know how I got so incredibly lucky to have the sweetest boy on earth.

“well you fixed that issue, but.” I started holding in a laugh.

“but what? I will do anything.” Grayson says panicking.

“but my lips kind of hurt alittle bit, do you think you can fix that too?” I asked smirking.

Grayson leans down and gives me a long kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer if that was even possible. He pulls away and I see his beautiful smile again. He pulls out his phone taking a picture of us.

“what are you doing?” I asked him laughing.

“well I have to tell my fans that there apologies worked.” Grayson says laughing.

I kissed his cheek looking in his eyes.

“I really do love you Grayson and I’m sorry I ruined the Teen Choice Awards for you. I’m so proud of you guys though you deserve it.” I said feeling ashamed of myself.

“you didn’t ruin anything, but next time I’d like you to be my date.” He smiles cheekily.

“it’s a date then.” I said smiling.

For a tree and a broken leg

My soulmate AU for the Sanders Sides. LAMP.

——–

Three soulmates?

How was he supposed to find them all?

Would they like him?

Would they accept him as one of their own?

Would he be a part of it or would he be thrown to the side like he always was?

Ann sighed deeply and moved his fingers over the tattoos on his arm. A bird, a book and the word ‘love’. He hummed and closed his eyes, thinking about those things on his skin.

He could only hope they would fall in love with him back.

——–

Three soulmates?

How was he supposed to know all their favorite flowers?

Would they like scented candles?

Would they want romantic dinners?

Would they share each other accordingly?

Roman sighed deeply and looked around all the papers surrounding him. There were drawings of houses, of dogs and cats and possible gifts for his future lovers. He was so excited, but when? How?

He looked down at the ‘love’, the book and the raining cloud tattoo, defeated.

——-

Three soulmates?

How was he supposed to know if they were real?

Would they actually love each other like normal soulmates would?

Would they have a favorite, someone they were more connected with?

Would they be treated the same by society?

Logan groaned and laid on his bed, surrounded by books, computers, anything that could give more information about this anomaly of having more than one soulmate. He was crazy about it.

The ‘love’, bird and raining crowd tattoos screamed at him, and he wanted to listen.

——-

Three soulmates?

How wasn’t he supposed to love them all?

Would they smell like flowers?

Would their hugs be the warmest and safer place to stay in?

Would they enjoy his family time time?

Patton sighed dreamily as he curled up under his blankets, holding his teddy bear closer and staring at the bird, the raining cloud and the book tattoos. He was so excited to tell them he loved them.

He couldn’t wait for the big day.

——-

It was raining.

There were birds on the tree.

There was a book getting soaked wet under it.

There was a boy getting soaked as he wrote something on the tree.

The lightening hit the tree before anyone could warn him or make any move to help. The tree caught on fire and cut in half, the broken half sliding over him and making him scream before he jumped away, his leg getting caught under the log and his body being cut by the branches and leaves.

“Help!” Patton screamed, whimpering as he felt his leg cracking, a sharp pain moving through all over his body as he screamed, sobbing desperately in the middle of the park. “HELP!”

He didn’t know how long it took, for how much time he stood there, crying in pain and screaming for help, before he heard three different voices around him and suddenly, the tree was being removed from his leg and freeing him.

“Call an ambulance!” someone screamed before they kneeled in front of him. Patton blinked his tears and the rain away, getting distracted for a second before the pain returned and he moaned. “Hey there. Stay with us. The ambulance is coming, don’t worry. My name is Roman. What is yours?”

“P-P-Pat-tton” he stuttered out, shaking, holding onto the stranger’s shirt. “Help…”

“We are helping” Roman assured and pulled him to his lap. Patton was able to see the other two, a small boy talking on the phone as another one with glasses checked his leg.

“It’s clearly broken” the boy next to his leg says before he looks up. “Sorry. My name is Logan”

“They are on their way” the boy on the phone said, kneeling next to him and smiling softly. “My name is Ann. Are you okay?”

Patton groaned and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the severe pain on his leg.

“Your clothing has been ripped in several parts…” Roman mutters worriedly, looking down at Patton’s left shoulder and freezing. “You… is this a soulmate tattoo?”

Patton groaned and looked at him while both Ann and Logan stared at him, angrily.

“Not the time to care about soulmates mister” Logan said angrily, but Patton nodded slowly.

“Yes… why..?” he asked, shakily, voice a bit broken from the crying and screaming, before Roman pulled his sleeve up, showing the three tattoos to Patton, and consequently to the other two. “You…”

“I am one of your soulmates!” Roman said happily, and Patton smiled before groaning in pain again. “Oh my… over a broken leg? Is that how we meet? What a terrible conv…” he froze, and Patton looked at the side, where two other set of arms were showing off the tattoos.

“You…” Patton mumbled, before he groaned in pain, his leg aching. “I-I love you a-all but ca-can we dis-c-cuss this after I-I’m hospitalized?” he asked, shakily, and the other three nodded slowly, still shaken.

“So… we are each other’s soulmates” Ann mumbled, staring at his tattoos, and Logan nodded slowly.

“Precisely…”

“Well… it couldn’t have been more romantic than this” Roman said cheerfully, but Patton just groaned.

“Just for you…”

Soon enough, the ambulance arrived and all of them went to the hospital to wait for Patton and discuss about their new findings.

And yes, they would all love Ann the same.

And yes, they all liked scented candles.

And yes, they would all treat each other the same.

But Patton surely wasn’t in the mood for any ‘I love you’s after his broken leg.