as tall as my heart will let me be

AUs

Here are some aus, divided in different themes.

College themed

  1. I’m really passionate about this cause and I will give you this flier if I have to shove it down your throat
  2. My roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor
  3. We’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances
  4. You peed on my car. You were drunk. I was in the car. There will be hell to pay
  5. My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me
  6. It’s 3am, in the dead of winter, some motherfucker pulled/set off the fire alarm and I am being very vocal about how I’m gonna make that fucker pay
  7. I swear I’m wearing this Batman costume because of a dare
  8. Accidentally knocked on the wrong dorm room college au
  9. Heard a scream and thought you were getting killed but it was just a spider
  10. Somehow, we always end up sitting next to each other during the weekly gatherings to watch [Game of Thrones, SVU, Rupaul’s Drag Race, pick a show] in our dorm’s really good TV room 
  11. I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because i could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly

Awkward first meeting themed

  1. “This horrible umbrella won’t extend! Oh shit I just hit you in the stomach/crotch! I’m so sorry!”
  2. “I just tripped and fell face first into your crotch, god end my life now please.”
  3. “I drunkenly tried to fight you and knocked myself out but you were kind enough to take care of me till I woke up.”
  4. Trapped in a bank during a robbery 
  5. “I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night”
  6. “Last night was a haze for both of us and somehow we woke up hungover in a bed that isn’t either of ours and also neither of us recognize this apartment we should probably get out of here before someone calls the cops on us”
  7. “You found me hanging by my fingertips from your window and i don’t want to tell you i was trying to rob you but idk how else to explain this and i don’t want to go to jail and also you’re kind of cute we should make out when i’m not clinging onto your window ledge for my life”
  8. ‘you thought i was someone else and started making out with me at a club and you’re really hot so i just went with it and now we’re heading back to your place and idk how to break it to you’
  9. ‘we’re two thirds of the threesome we had last night and we’re walking awkwardly out of the last persons’s apartment together’
  10. ‘i’ve had a really awful day so i started kicking a car out of frustration and it turned out to be your car i’m so sorry’
  11. “I ordered pizza but the pizzeria got my order wrong so now I’m screaming at my really cute pizza delivery boy because I’m angry and very hungry”

Nobility themed

  1. “your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it”
  2. “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”
  3. “i’m a prince/ss and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways”

Opposites attract themed

  1. a hopeless romantic and a single-but-proud meet at a store on valentine’s day. the latter is buying valentine cards ironically, the former buying them sincerely in hopes of getting a date
  2. a scary-looking person who unintentionally makes kids cry and a daycare volunteer meet at a children-filled park
  3. rebellious teenager who’s failing all their classes is assigned a studious tutor
  4. really distinguished food critic and fast food chef
  5. a hopeless romantic and a horny beast are set up on a blind date

High school themed

  1. “We’re the only ones in detention”
  2. “I desperately need my books but my locker is blocked and you’re the only one in the hall”
  3. “Someone wrote I’m cute in the bathroom stall and your notes match the handwriting”
  4. “I twisted my ankle and you’re the only one here strong enough to carry me to the nurse’s office but we’re both really awkward”
  5. “We were both left out when everyone was picking partners and now we always choose each other when we have classes together”
  6. “I lent you my cool pencil months ago and you still use it”
  7. “I accidentally took your notebook thinking it was mine and you have really nice handwriting and cute doodles”
  8. “You started sitting by me at lunch because I’m alone at my table but we never talk to each other”
  9. “I was really hungry but had no money and you bought me lunch even though I don’t know you”
  10. “I left my phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are”
  11. “I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us”
  12. sharing a textbook and leaving each other notes and answers in page corners
  13. found their phone number in a library book
  14. dancing partners
  15. younger siblings are best friends
  16. playing romantic interests in a play
  17. “yes i understand that it’s may and this classroom is stuffy but why are you taking your shirt off and why aren’t you in trouble (not that i mind)”
  18. “i can’t believe you dropped the frog we’re dissecting on tHE FLOOR WHAT THE FUCK”
  19. “i’m fightin this person and they shoved me into u im sooo sorry- oh hey you’re cute- oH MY GOD UR KICKIN ASS MARRY ME!!! PLEASE!!!!”
  20. “you asked me to prom by filling my locker with ping pong balls that say “prom?” on them but i tripped on one and smacked my head on a locker but thanks for taking me to the nurse!!! i still want to go with you!!”

Ridicously sentence themed

  1. “I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“ 
  2. "Quick catch that cat it stole my wallet!”
  3. “I hope you know that my name is actually ________.”
  4. “That is the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit.”
  5. “Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" 
  6. “Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?”
  7. “I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us.”
  8. “I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.”
  9. “I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.”

Height difference themed

  1. “I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”
  2. “You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”
  3. “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks”
  4. “You are very tall and I am very short so you run into me all the time and honestly this is getting ridiculous”
  5. I’m in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding”
  6. “We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs” 
  7. “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” 

Reincarnation themed

  1. I fell in love with you three lifetimes ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since but I’ve been starting to give up and my friend’s new crush has your eyes and oh god I’m not going to steal someone’s date just because I’m hoping you’re the person I met in a past life
  2. We keep reincarnating as people who speak different languages and it’s kind of pissing me off because I can never initially confirm if it’s you but at least I keep learning a bunch of cool new languages each lifetime

Mythical creatures themed

  1. “i’m a newly-turned werewolf without a pack and i can’t really control myself well on full moon nights yet and you keep finding me passed out naked on your lawn”
  2. “i got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and ended up getting adopted by someone who is really hot OH NO”
  3. “i’m a history major and i keep getting into arguments with one of my classmates about things because they keep saying i’m wrong so i finally scream, ‘how would you know?!?’ and they’re like, ‘because i was THERE!’ and that’s how we all find out that there is a centuries-old vampire taking our British history class”

Funny meeting at a party themed

  1. “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me”
  2. “spilled my drink down your shirt and then tried to drink it off you”
  3. “we had an impromptu rap duet in the middle of the party”
  4. “you kept asking everyone to play the cha cha slide then proceeded to pass out when the song started”
  5. “you keep shouting “THIS IS MY JAM” at every song that comes on i have a headache the size of nebraska you’re lucky you’re cute”
  6. “whenever you saw me you’d shout ‘WHOOOOOOOOO’ really loudly and then do finger guns at me before walking off to god knows where”
  7. “you thought I was your friend and pulled me up on the table to dance with you now you’re shirtless and grinding on me”
  8. “you got up to the mic and started singing and holy shit you’re really good???”
  9. “you’re really bad at beer pong but you do this really cute dance before you throw the ball so I’m letting you stay on my team”
  10. “our mutual friend dared the two of us to chug a whole pint of beer and I’m not going to let you beat me”
  11. “we both grabbed for the last bottle of the good beer and i’m not saying we’re going to fight for it but we are”

Competitive themed

  1. we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust
  2. I used to be the best baker in the neighbourhood but then you showed up at Mrs Appleby’s 80th birthday with a stack of brownies which almost gave me an orgasm my honour is at stake and I’m going all out for the next event
  3. a mutual friend invited us to their laser tag party and we’re the last two alive on opposite teams and goddammit if I’m going down you’re going down with me
  4. you’re going to be at the halloween party and you’ve won best costume for the past three years but this year I am wearing the best costume ever if you defeat me I will eat my - wait you actually look really cute when did you turn hot what the fuck um
  5. we’re always making stupid bets like 'bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad here let me look after you
  6. did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker

“We’re bad at dating” themed

  1. I can’t tell whether this is a date because you asked to see a movie but I’m still not sure you’re queer, and I’m toeing the line because maybe you’re just trying to make friends
  2. I decided to flip a coin about every decision in my life for a week and that’s how we ended up on a date
  3. We’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up
  4. We had one really bad date and never spoke again and now our friends have set us up on a blind date
  5. We’re going on a blind date - but wait a moment, aren’t you that went down on me in a back alley behind a club year ago? … what do you mean “which one”?
  6. You’re my waiter and I’m on a really crappy date with an asshole
Height Difference AUs

1. “I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”

2. “You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”

3. “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks”

4. “You are very tall and I am very short so you run into me all the time and honestly this is getting ridiculous”

5. I’m in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding”

6. “We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs” 

7. We’re at a concert and I can’t see a thing let me sit on your shoulders, maybe?” 

8. “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” 

Nice to Meet You

Summary: An Sam x reader a/b/o fic. The reader moves to a new town and changes careers, but those aren’t the only major life changes she’s faced with. (An AU where both Sam and the reader work at a high school.)

Warning: a/b/o dynamics, knotting and claiming, smut

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: I had fun writing his one. Hope y’all enjoy it, too! Feedback appreciated!! XOXO

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

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#7YearsWithGirlsDay

Wow! I’m so happy these four wonderful ladies have made it this far. They’ve worked so damn hard to be where they are today, and I’m overjoyed to see them standing tall and getting the recognition they deserve. The beginning was rough, but they didn’t let that, or the fact they come from small company, stop them from getting somewhere. Their bond and their friendship is something you could never fault, and it’s incredibly heart warming to see them supporting one another, even outside of group activities. Seven years have flown by, and I seriously hope we get to see them for another seven, and even more. I’m always thankful these four beautiful women came into my life, making me smile, laugh, cry, and even scream with excitement every time they comeback, and just generally be themselves. I’m extremely proud to be a Dai5y. Thank you, and congratulations ladies. ♡

Imagine being a famour actress and dating Bill for a very long time in secret until, during a live stream, he suddenly appears and reveals you are living together.

“It is yet another morning in my home, and more specifically bed because I am such a lazy bug that loves to snuggle all day.” you said to your phone, livestreaming and smiling when you immediately saw how many people were fast to respond “Yeah I know my bed hair sucks, please try to ignore that. I’ve been awake for a good hour now and yet I look as if I’ve been asleep for days!” you ran a hand down your face, chuckling.

“Doesn’t matter, I made you a promise and I’ll make sure to keep it. I love these livestreams as much as you do! I guess after almost 15 hours of filming I am entitled to some- oh!” you giggled when your boyfriend hummed, wrapping his arms around you even more tightly.

“Someone’s a cuddler.” you said with a smirk, still making sure he wouldn’t show up on camera, just a small portion of his hair “But we are not going to let him steal the show, I’ve promised everyone that at this exact moment I would give you a small sneak peek of the script, I’d read it to you, and tell you what to expect and-”

“What are you sayin’?” he mumbled, and even if his voice was laced with sleep and was all muffled and raspy you knew it wouldn’t take long for the fans to put one and one together and figure everything out.

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Capture the Flag

Originally posted by erutdite

(Eric x reader)

Requested by: @jasonmccannsgirl8699

Imagine: Being on Eric’s team for capture the flag during initiation…


The train rumbled steadily along the tracks, as the sky outside darkened. Not more than 15 minutes ago, we were being yelled at by Eric to put on vests and jump on the train, with the threat of being cut if we missed ‘war games’. I guessed it was probably a team game or something, with some sort of crazy Dauntless twist. 

“Alright everyone! Listen up!”

“The game is simple, it’s like capture the flag,” Four’s voice boomed through the train compartment, forcing me to turn around and listen. 

I watch as Eric picks a gun, holds it up, and then proceeds to shoot one of the other initiates in the leg, after she had whispered something to her friend. She collapsed to the ground and sweared in an almost comedic way, and I might’ve laughed had I been able to focus on something other than the pain this dart could cause. Were they trying to kill us? 

Eric started to explain the gun, which was designed to ‘simulate the pain of real gunshot’. When he started to explain the rules though, I kind of tuned out. My mind was racing so fast I couldn’t even listen, and I wondered if anyone else could hear my heart, beating with adrenaline. 

“… Two teams, Four and I are captains.”

Before Four could even open his mouth, Eric spoke again.

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audreyesparza ITS HIS BIRTHDAY!! Happy happy birthday @brocolirobbrown we love you so much!!

The Bardliest Bard

Hey there! The gnome bard who was almost thrown through the window by a rogue here!

We played a one shot dungeon crawl tonight for about an hour; it was myself as a female gnome bard, our fighter (formerly rogue), my elven cleric girlfriend, and our human paladin (who gets sweaty or passionate about stuff and rips off his shirt a LOT) Being on watch, I found a cave to go into and called our party over.

Fighter: I can’t see you; where are you?
Bard: Follow the sound of my voice. If you feel like you’re getting smarter, then you’re headed the right way.

Paladin: I smell treasure. (Sniffs self) Wait.
Bard: That’s not treasure my dude. We’ve been smelling that since we met you.

Fighter: I toss the torch into the cave. (Rolls a nat 1)
DM: You throw the torch with all your might. It falls into the dirt at your feet.
Bard: Oh good job. Throw yourself in next; at least then you might make it into the cave.

Bard: *Fails an acrobatics to get on top of the monster, ends up on top of her cleric elf girlfriend’s shoulders* I’m not where I wanted to be, but I’m so fucking tall, guys! *Pauses* …Is this what the tops of people’s heads look like?!

DM: Your paladin hears something up ahead; it sounds like a lot of hissing.
Bard: Sneks. (OOC) I climb the paladins shoulder and hang on tight. (IC) Hey dude.
Paladin: Are you afraid of snakes?
Bard: I’m like 3 feet tall; I’m afraid of everything.

Bard: I fire my crossbow right at the Yuan-ti.
DM: *Pauses and calculates* …Okay, how do you want to do this?
Bard: I’m going to shoot my bolt at the witch lady, but because it’s a crossbow and I’m on the cleric’s shoulders, I fall back dramatically as I do so. Our cleric catches me, of course, but before she does, I whip out my pan flute and play “My Heart Will Go On” before I hit her arms and then look up lovingly and whisper “I’ll never let go,” right before she drops me onto the ground in surprise.
DM: ….that’s fair.

Midnight Reminiscing: ReggiexReader! PART TWO.

hey guys, here is the last part of the mini fic! Thankyou to the anon who sent in a couple of prompts, I have included one in this part! 

Summary: (Y/N) and Reggie head back to Reggie’s house.

Warnings: Sliiiiight smut, not much at all tho. Cussing.

Originally posted by peteharry

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im gonna type the whole song from memory ok

little town. it’s a quiet village. every day, like the one before. little town, full of little people. waking up to say…bonjour! bounjour! bonjour, bounjour, bonjour! there goes the baker with his tray like always, the same old bread and rolls 2 sell. every morning just the same, since the morning that we came to this poor provencial town. good morning, belle! good morning, mouseir! where you off to? the book shop i read the most wonderful story about a beanstalk and an ogre and a that’s nice

MARIE THE BAGUETTES HURRY UP.

look there she goes the girl is strange no question, dazed and distracted can’t you tell never part of any crowd cuz her head’s up on some cloud no denying she’s a funny girl that belle. bonjour! good day! how is your family? bonjour! good day! how is your wife? I NNEEED,, SXIX EGGS,, that’s too expensive, there must be more than this provincial life! ah belle. good morning! i’ve come to return the book i borrowed. finished already? oh i couldn’t put it down have you got anything new. not since yesterday. that’s alright! i’ll borrow this one. but you’ve read it twice! well it’s my favorite – far off places (?), daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise. haha, well if you like it all that mutch it’s yours. but sir…i insist. well thank you. thank you very much! look there she goes that girl is so peculiar, i wonder if she’s feeling well. with a dreamy faroff look, and a nose stuck in a book, what a puzzle to the rest of us is belle. oh, isn’t this amazing, it’s my favorite part because, you see…here’s where she meets prince charming, but she won’t discover that it’s him til chapter three. now there’s no wonder that her name means beauty her looks have got no paralllel. but behind that fair facade, i’m afraid she’s rather odd. very different from the rest of us she’s nothing like the rest of us yes different from the rest of us is belle! fuck the gaston part. look there…he goes. isn’t he dreamy. monsieur gaston, oh he’s so cute! (tongue pop) be still, my heart, i’m hardly breathing…he’s such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute. bonjour PARDON good day MAIS OUI you call this bay WHAT LOVELY GRAPES. ten yards, one pound, SCUZE ME i’ll get my knife PLEASE LET ME THROUGH this bread THOSE FISH its stale THEY SMELL  madame’s mistake–well maybe so there must be more than this provincial life! just watch im going to make belle my wife! look there she goes that girl is strange but special, a most peculiar mademoiselle its a pity and a sin she doesn’t quite fit in cuz she really is a funny girl a beauty but a funny girl she really is a funny girl, that belle – bonjour! bonjour! bonjour! bonjour! bonjour! 🅱️️onjour!

Mission Bad Boy - 8

Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Highschool au!

Warnings: underage drinking, self-loathing

Notes: This chapter would probably kill you. I’m sorry not really. Enjoy. :) Forgive me for any mistakes I may have overlooked during editing. GIF CREDIT GOES TO THE ORIGINAL OWNER. 6k Words

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The room just seemed to be getting darker and darker as the time went by. You weren’t falling asleep – you were just falling into the more scary parts of your mind. You would never admit it, but you needed help. Someone needed to be there to pull you out of it, and before all of this happened, Jisoo was that person.

She was one of your closest friends in the entire world. She was everything you wished you were, and could be – the female was a princess. Usually little kids dreamt of being royalty when they were younger, but you only realised that dream when you met Jisoo. It was heartbreaking to know that the princess actually turned out to be the wicked witch. The worst part being that she still had the prince in the end.

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What Do You Mean a Dixon? Carl Grimes x reader

Carl x reader

Requested: Yes

Request: Hey could you do an imagine where the reader is daryls daughter and carl finds her outside the walls while he’s on a run. He ask her what’s her name and she says (y/n) Dixon and carl brought her to the Hiltop so she can see daryl

I’m sorry for everybody that requested a long time ago but I’m starting to have less homework in school so I’m going to try and write everyone's requests.

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Y/N POV

The gravel crunched under my dusty boots as I walked along the abandoned roads. I killed any of the undead hanging in my way and hid from any herds that might have been passing by me on the way. The trick to staying alive was staying smart, meaning don’t let emotions get the best of you. My mother died trying to take out a herd that my younger sister got lost in and they lost. I don’t know where my father is. He never came back from the hunt…

It was just me now learning by myself, scavenging by myself, and surviving all by myself. My skills in education are far lacking than what they should be at. I stopped learning in school when I was about 8 but kept learning with my mother during the apocalypse making my level at 8th grade instead of 10th, where I should be at right now. 

My mother thought that her medical skills and herbology came before anything more, fighting was second, and learning in education was last if we had the time. We were good for a couple of months but when the undead started coming together to become big herds we had to stay in front of them, which meant constant moving around. But when the inevitable came upon our camp one day there was no chance that we could’ve stopped what happened. 

Now it was just me walking to find a safe haven walking to find any sort of safe looking home that I could use as protection for at least just a little while. And that’s when it happened. I saw the tin glitter across the tops of the trees and bolted towards what might be my protection. There was a very slim chance that this was actually a place to stay, it was either that or it was a construction sight that had hundreds of the undead upon it.  

The sight of tall tin walls and the sound of human laughter and the barking of a dog was heard my heart lept with joy of my recent discovery. The only thing I could think to do was find an entrance and go into it. To my luck the entrance was just around the corner showing bars and a thin layer of camouflage fabric. It honestly looked like it was safe and it sure did sound like it too.

“Please let me in!” I yelled rattling the brown bars that kept me from the inside of the walls. Before I could even call out again the bars rattled and a kid with long brown hair with sheriff’s hat walked out to meet me. 

“Who are you and how did you find us?” He asked his deep voice sounding hostile. 

“I-I saw the tops of the walls above the trees and thought I’d see if I could find some people here.” I explained looking up at him seeing as I was only at his shoulders. 

“What’s your name?” He asked his voice sounding softer seeing as no one was behind me or waiting for me to walk in. 

“My name is Y/N Dixon.” I said and his eyes turned from hostile to curious. 

“What do you mean Dixon?” He asked moving his head back and forth in disbelief. “ You know what nevermind. You come with me. We’re letting her in guys. She’s a Dixon. Close the gates.” He said behind him as we walked inside. 

“What is this place?” I asked as my bag behind me rattled noisily.

“This is Alexandria. You will be told everything you need to know when you meet my father. He owns this place now. right along next to Glenn and Maggie and Daryl.” He explained glancing at me before turning away. The name was known in my m ind but I couldn’t put it to a face so it just drifted a while.

The sights around me where unbelieveably as I say people drinking lemonade on their porch sharing deep secrets about their past life. 

“Dad we have company. She’s a Dixon!” I heard him say as we walked up the porch and right into a house. The door was wide open and for a second it made me on edge but then I remembered that there were walls up and people on watch so the tension quickly fell from my shoulders. 

“Daryl. You have company.” A deep country voice said.

“What d’you nee-?” A gruff looking man stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me tears forming in his eyes. After a moment of recollection I put the name to the face and realized…

“Y/N?”

“Dad!”

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Sorry for the sucky ass ending but it’s early and I’m just trying to get these done. But also trying to not let you guys down. I love you guys and as soon as I finish these out I will open the requests again!

lunarjihoon  asked:

bAE hiT ME UP WITH A GUIDE TO sEVENteEN, MY cHildDREN.

SEVENTEEN (AKA THE FIRST EVER KPOP GROUP I FOUND)

Debuted May 26, 2015: Adore U

Latest comeback: Don’t Wanna Cry

Seventeen consists of thirteen members

Under Pledis Entertainment (also home to After School, Pristin and Nu’est)

Seventeen Fandom Name: Carat

Seventeen Official Accounts: Twitter, Instagram, Facebook

Subgroups: Seventeen is split into the Hip-Hop, Vocal and Performance units but they don’t promote separately.

Members

S.COUPS (PAPA SCOUPS)

  • Real Name: Choi Sung Cheol (최승철)
  • Born in Daegu, South Korea
  • Position: Leader, Hip Hop Team Leader, Main Rapper
  • Birthday: August 8, 1995
  • Languages: Korean
  • Sub-unit: Hip-Hop (Leader)
  • S.Coups was supposed to debut with NU’EST.
  • His ideal type is someone who can cook well and who eats a lot.

JEONGHAN (SCOUP’S WIFE AND MOM OF SEVENTEEN)

  • Real Name:Yoon Jung Han (윤정한)
  • Born in Seoul, South Korea
  • Position: Vocalist
  • Birthday: October 4, 1995
  • Languages: Koean
  • Sub-unit: Vocal 
  • his ideal type girl is someone who loves them and buys their albums

JOSHUA (GENTLEMEN JOSHUA ALSO EXTRA AF)

  • Real Name: Hong Jisoo (홍지수)
  • Born in: Los Angeles, California, United States
  • Position: Vocalist
  • Birthday: December 30, 1995
  • Languages: Korean, English
  • Sub-unit: Vocal 
  • His ideal type is someone who is kind

JUN (GREASY BOY!!! ONE OF MY BIAS WRECKERS) 

  • Real Name: Wen Junhui 
  • Born in Shenzhen, Guangdong, China
  • Birthday: June 10, 1996
  • Position: Lead Dancer, Sub Vocalist
  • Languages: Chinese, Cantonese, Korean
  • Sun-unit: Performance 
  • his ideal type of girl is someone who looks pure. He also likes sexy girls

HOSHI (ONE WORD: PRECIOUS)

  • Real Name: Kwon Soonyoung 
  •  Born in: Namyangju-si, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea
  • Position: Performance Team Leader, Main Dancer, Sub Vocalist
  • Birthday: June 15, 1996
  • Languages: Korean, Japanese, Chinese
  • Sub-unit: Performance (Leader)
  • He choreographs most of Seventeen’s routines
  • His ideal type is someone who is fragrant and likes him

WONWOO (EMO BUT AT THE SAME TIME NOT??)

  • Real Name: Jeon Wonwoo 
  • Born in hangwon, Gyeongsangnam-do, South Korea
  • Position: Lead Rapper
  • Birthday: July 17, 1996
  • Languages: Korean
  • Sub-unit: Hip-Hop 
  • HIs ideal type is someone who suits him well

WOOZI (SMOL BOY THAT DOESN’T LIKE TO BE CALLED SMOL)

  • Real Name: Lee Jihun 
  • Born in Busan, South Korea
  • Position: Vocal Team Leader, Lead Vocalist
  • Birthday: November 22, 1996
  • Langauges: Korean, Japanese
  • Sub-unit: Vocal (Leader)
  • His ideal type a girl who is bright and friendly. He’s never had a girlfriend. He doesn’t even have friends that are girls

DK (SLAY THEM HIGH NOTES BOI)

  • Real Name: Lee Seokmin (이석민)
  • Born in Suji-gu, Yongin-si, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea
  • Position: Main Vocalist
  • Birthday: February 18, 1997
  • Languages: Korean
  • Sub-unit: Vocal 
  • His ideal type is a girl with long dark hair, has aegyo and has long slender legs

MINGYU (THIS BOY HAS VISUALS LET ME JUST SAY)

  • Real Name: Kim Mingyu 
  • Born in Anyang-si, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea
  • Position: Lead Rapper, Face of the Group, Visual
  • Birthday: April 6, 1997
  • Languages: Koren
  • Sub-unit: Hip-hop 
  • His ideal type is a girl who is tall, kind-hearted & easy-going

THE8 ( DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED!! MY BIAS?? MY BIAS WRECKER??? I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!! I EVEN HAVE A SHIRT WITH HIS NAME ON IT!)

  • Real name: Xu Minghao (徐明浩)
  • Born in Anshan, Liaoning, China
  • Position: Lead Dancer, Sub Vocalist
  • Birthday: November 7, 1997
  • Languages: Chinese, Korean
  • Sub-unit: Performance 
  • His ideal type is someone who is cute and kind

SEUNGKWAN (SASSY AF)

  • Real Name: Boo Seung Kwan 
  • Raised: Jeju-do, South Korea (but was born in Busan)
  • Position: Main Vocalist
  • Birthday: 16 January 1998
  • Languages: Korean
  • Sub-unit: Vocal 
  • His ideal type  is an easy going girl with big eyes and is like a friend to him

VERNON (MY FIRST KPOP BIAS AND MY ULT BIAS FOR THE LONGEST TIME TILL I FOUND NCT’S WINWIN! DON’T WORRY VERNON I STILL LOVE YOU)

  • Real Name: Hansol Vernon Choi
  • Born in New York, United States (but moved to Korea as a young child)
  • Position: Main Rapper
  • Birthday: 18 February 1998
  • Languages: English, Korean
  • Sub-unit: Hip-Hop
  • He is Korean-American (half Korean, half Caucasian)
  • His ideal type is someone his heart can connect with

DINO (I SWEAR NO ONE OTHER THAN BAMBAM HAS HAD A LARGER GLO UP THAN HIM)

  • Real Name: Lee Chan 
  • Born in Iksan-si, Jeollakbu-do, South Korea
  • Position: Main Dancer, Lead Rapper, Maknae
  • Birthday: 11 February 1999
  • Languages: Korean
  • Sub-unit: Performance
  • His ideal type is a pretty girl who does aegyo

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Planetary Haiku 1/30/17

Sun:
Burn so hot that you
Imprint your shadow on lives
Of people you meet.

Moon:
you cant build a wall
Around your heart so tall
there’s no way over.

Mercury:
Your perpetual
Voice in my ear reminds me
To always speak out.

Venus:
Love is a coiled snake:
Terrible in its beauty,
Shedding old lovers.

Mars:
Never let your fire
Be stolen by someone who
Won’t use it for light

Jupiter:
Dont expand so fast
That you fall in on yourself.
Growth is not a race.

Saturn:
No butterfly has
Broken loose without struggle.
Push until you’re free.

Neptune:
Scripture on holy skin,
You are a key to locked
Places of worship.

Uranus:
A witch was a being
Whose ideas were too ahead
Of her time. Rebel.

Pluto:
You think you’re ashes.
You burned your world once. You can
Rebuild it again.

Stay Professional! Pt. 10

Work AU! Fluff, Angst and smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

Summary: Jungkook’s blurted out his thoughts sincerely and you don’t know how to react. Jimin offers you a paid-leave to clear your mind and come back later, hopefully fresher than before.

A/N: Good news!! this isn’t the last chapter- I did some thinking and I decided to extend the series by ~3 chapters :) this chapter also has a lot of dialogue! It’s quite a sad chapter- it might be a little slow but this chapter is focused on the development of JK x reader’s relationship.

The grey clouds coated the sky and grumbled in annoyance as seeps of lighting passed through them. It was weirdly creepy that the weather was able to portray your devastated mood rather accurately. As soon as the elevator dinged, you stepped out with a burning desire to sprint out of the building. You legs worked with long strides and the rapid clicking of your heels showed just how frantic you were to leave. You never once looked back whilst running- all you could focus on was the salty taste of your tears and how fast your fast your legs carried you.

Despite the fact that you had taken the elevator, Jungkook still somehow managed to catch up- his worn out legs had jumped down 4 steps at a time to reach you with his dangerously fast paced heart. He looked no-where near presentable. His hair was still messed up, a couple of strands stuck up whilst his fringe clung onto his sweaty forehead. He didn’t have any time to put on his usual suit-jacket, let alone button up his white dress-shirt. His pink lips were swollen and they couldn’t help but repetitively form your name in hopes that you’d stop running away from him.

“Y/N! Please! Wait!” Jungkook’s voice echoed slightly across the spacious ground floor of the company building. The workers looked beyond confused at the sight of Jungkook in a panic and yelling. They’d always viewed him as an emotionless, professional and very well composed business man.

It was a total shock to see him in such a worn out and breathless state. His ostentatious figure was a mere inconvenience in this situation as the people did nothing but stare- which made you feel even more shit.

You thanked god for automatic glass doors as you swiftly ran past them and to the outside- where the thunder seemed to grumble louder than before. You helplessly wiped away your stream of tears that rolled off your cheek and chin endlessly, but that deemed to be useless as that image kept popping up inside your head. She looked so content straddling his lap- and he didn’t even do anything about it. The image was engraved into your mind and you couldn’t help but let out a loud grumble of pure frustration. Jungkook had just shattered the little trust you had left in him and that consequently lead to the shatter of your sanity for a brief amount of time.

Everything suddenly seemed hopeless. You’d just wanted to drown yourself in vodka to ease the stabbing pain in your heart. Your vision was clouded and blurry from the unstoppable tears and your brain couldn’t stop torturing you by constantly replaying the scene over and over inside your head.

“WAIT!”

Jungkook let out another loud yell and people on the street stopped to look at the dramatic scene. You ignored his desperate attempts and continued to strut forward- the last thing you’d wanted to do was see his face let alone converse to him.

Suddenly, you felt a violent tug on your wrist and Jungkook forcefully spun you to face him. His vision was also distorted and he found it difficult to breathe as his lungs were blazing with discomfort. Frenzy immediately washed over his expression at the sight of your tears. He had no intention of loosening his grip on your wrist- and he was sure it was going to leave a mark but it didn’t matter at that point.

He needed to speak to you- to clarify everything, to tell you how crazy you drove him, to beg for forgiveness and explain his ridiculous actions.

But before he could say anything, you attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, grumbling in pain as you could feel the flesh on your wrist sting under Jungkook’s grip.

“Don’t touch me!” You instinctively shouted and Jungkook’s expression softened, yet he didn’t loosen his hellishly tight grip. His lips quivered in fear as a blanket of regret washed over his mind. He knew he should’ve pushed her away. He knew he shouldn’t have let you go.

Ever since his realisation that you were the only person he had genuine feelings for had hit, his life had been flipped and shook out of proportion- much to his dislike as the downfall of his stocks screamed at him to concentrate but, he found it physically impossible to do so. All he could think about was how much happier he’d be with you by his side. He’d never felt so obsessive over anything.

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                                                  Crazy In Love


Your bare feet glide along the cold surface of the wooden floor. Your hands trailing up and down your body, occasionally lifting your shirt slightly as you danced around the living room. The slow but seductive beat was slowly taking over your body.

“Ahem.” You heard someone clear their throat behind you, causing you to jump while placing your hand over your beating heart.

“Jesus, Harry. You scared the shit out of me.”

“Don’t stop on my account, I was finding tha’ very entertaining.” He smirked, chewing his gum as he does so, “You look hot in my shirt by the way.” He inches closer, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you closer, his tall frame now hovering over yours.

“I’ve missed you.” You smile up at him, your fingers fiddling with the loose buttons of his dress shirt.

“I’ve missed yeh too, but I’ve missed your body even more.” He lets out a low chuckle before picking you up in one swift motion, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist before you were thrown onto your king sized bed.

Harry’s lips were quickly attached to your neck as you tugged slightly on his hair causing him to groan. The heat radiating off of his body as you manage to remove his shirt, your hands trailing down his toned abdomen as he hovered above you. It wasn’t long until you were both completely naked, his lips slowly making their way down your chest to your stomach, his eyes never leaving yours as you gripped the sheets tightly, your head swinging back and his fingers find your heat.

“Harry, please.” You beg, arching your back.

“What do you want, kitten?” He teases, his fingers running up and down your entrance.

“I want you, i need you.” You let out a soft moan. Although Harry loved hearing you beg for him, your moans were sending him over the edge. He positioned himself at your entrance, his tip gliding over you making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You let out a gasp when he pushes inside of you, his eyes focused on himself entering you, the muscles in his arms moving with every thrust, both of your moans becoming louder as you both began to reach your high, your nails digging into his back as his face was buried into your neck, occasionally placing sloppy kisses to the purple area he had created.

His thrust began to become more sloppy as his eyes screwed shut, beads of sweat forming on his body, his lips creating an ‘o’ shape as he comes undone inside of you. His body falling by your side as you both try to regain your breath.

“That was amazing, you’re amazing” He whispered, placing one last kiss to your lips before falling into a deep slumber.


Don’t you like guys like Steve? Bucky X Reader

Title: Don’t you like guys like Steve? 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bucky thought you liked guys like that Chris Evans actor guy, and thought he didn’t stand a chance. 

Bucky strolled into the TV room dressed in sweats and a gray muscle tank, metal arm running through his hair as he marveled at the scene in front of him.

(Y/N) was settled comfortably on an oversized bean bag, wearing a large knitted sweater and a Captain America themed throw over her. Her hair was up in a messy bun as her attention stayed unwaveringly on the television before her.

Bucky felt his cheeks heat up as he let the thought of having this scene in front of him all to himself. He has always secretly wished for a simple domestic life, he wanted it slow, he wanted it mundane. And more than often, he wished that is was with her and maybe a little more than one or two tiny Buckys and tiny (Y/N)s to complete this picture perfect family.

At that thought, Bucky found himself with a silly grin hung on his face as the sound on the TV snapped him out of his reverie.

Bucky’s attention shifted to what was playing in front of (Y/N). It was an interview segment of this actor who was just in the midst of laughing at something the host said as his hands grabbed the left side of his chest. His eyes fleeted over to (Y/N) and he sees her look at the screen intently, her eyes showing great admiration for the man on the screen. His eyebrows furrowed, an unsettling feeling bubbled across his chest.

Clearing his throat loudly, Bucky strolled past (Y/N) to the kitchen. The sound caught (Y/N)’s attention as she turned around and saw Bucky rummaging through the fridge.

“Bucks!” she called out, a hint of adoration in her eyes. A look Bucky missed. “Hey, doll.” Bucky drawled, face still buried in the fridge, hoping the cool air would help soothe his red face.

Oh god she can’t tell I’m nervous from my voice can she?

(Y/N) stared at Bucky’s back and her inner voice let out a squeal, her face tinted pink. She shook her head slightly, her cold hands on her cheeks as she tried to collect her thoughts.

“Would you like to join me? It’s a pretty interesting movie.” (Y/N) questioned, her voice hopeful.

Bucky wanted to say no and hurry back into his room to calm his unsteady heart but as he turned and met (Y/N) hopeful eyes. His heart melted.

“Okay. Scoot over doll.” came Bucky’s reply.

I don’t think I can ever say no to you doll.


The two settled on the couch, (Y/N) draped her throw over the both of them and snuggled into the warmth. As she shuffled around to try and find a comfortable position, her cold thighs brushed against Bucky’s. His grip on the bottled water he was holding tightened as he tried hard to control his growing blush.

The movie played on, lights from the screen illuminating their faces. Bucky’s eye flitted over to (Y/N)’s face as he takes in her entire form, bundled in the throw, eyes wide.

“He is so dreamy…” (Y/N) let out a soft sigh.

Hearing that, Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed despite his best efforts at a poker face. He followed her gaze and settled on a blonde actor on the screen.

How is he dreamy. Please. God, I just want to smack the smirk off his face.

Bucky squared his shoulders and asked gruffly “You like guys like that?”

(Y/N)’s eyes stayed fixed on the screen as she replied, “I suppose so. I mean most people would?”

Snapping his head forward, Bucky’s eyes narrowed on the man, Johnny Storm; what a dumb name.


Once the movie ended, Bucky walked (Y/N) back to her room like a true 40s gentleman. He bid her goodnight with a small smile on his face and once her door clicked close, he hastily took determined steps back to his room.

Clicking on the browser on his laptop, he tried to recall how to use the contraption as (Y/N) has thought him before.

The illuminated screen blared at him and Bucky swiftly scanned through all the information, mumbling under his breath, eyebrows scrunched up, his mouth a tight line.

Johnny Storm. Chris Evans.


Early next morning, Bucky dragged himself into the open kitchen, his face showing his lack of rest. A loud laughter broke him out of his tired trance and he looked towards where the sound was from.

Sat in the kitchen was (Y/N) and Steve, a neat stack of pancakes and hot coffee were on the tabletop between the two. They were facing each other as Steve said something that caused a laughter to bubble out of (Y/N).

Bucky’s heart couldn’t help but constrict tightly at the scene in front of him as his thought fleeted back to the night before. (Y/N)’s comment about Johnny Storm - Chris Evans replayed in loops in his mind like how it kept him awake all night.

He let out a defeated sigh and looked up only to see Steve, his best pal, and his mind couldn’t help but let the thought of how Steve looks exactly like Chris Evans creep into his mind.

Bucky’s heart sunk at that as he looked at Steve and (Y/N), conflicting emotions of jealousy and resignation eating at him.

In the midst of Bucky’s deep thoughts, Steve and (Y/N) noticed Bucky’s downcast, their chatter dying down to silence.

Steve wasn’t as dense as everyone thought he was. He knew of Bucky’s crush on (Y/N). Even if he was a little dense, it would be nearly impossible to miss the look Bucky had on his face every time he was near the girl, that giddy smile, a soft gaze he sported. Every time they were on a mission and (Y/N) was out of Bucky’s sight, Steve noticed the little mistakes he made as his eye scanned the mess before them, trying to look for any sign of her.

Steve wasn’t Bucky’s best friend for nothing, he knew that Bucky was upset about how close (Y/N) and he was. It was purely platonic but Bucky was a like a dense block of wood who refused to accept that fact.

A smile knowing smile was on Steve’s face as he looks at (Y/N) and Bucky; (Y/N concerned gaze at Bucky’s downcast look. He shook his head lightly at how dense his friends were as he placed the empty plate into the sink, making his way back to his room.


“Bucky, are you okay?” (Y/N) asked with a soft voice.

Bucky looked up only to see that she has already made her way to him, her hand resting on Bucky’s metal one.

He instinctively pulled his hand away from her warm ones, leaving (Y/N) grasping air. A slither of hurt could not be contained and (Y/N) awkwardly pulled her hand back.

With a shaky smile, she moved away from Bucky’s side and started to walk back to the comforts of her room.

Bucky was never one to miss a thing about (Y/N). And he definitely did not miss the hurt shown on her face.

As he heard (Y/N)’s footsteps move further away from him, he let out a small voice saying, “Chris Evans. You like guys like him right? Steve seems like the sort.”

Taking in the question, (Y/N) spun around so quick, almost losing her footing.

“Who is Chris Evans? What has Steve got to do with this?” she asked incredulously, a confused look on her.

Bucky looked up to meet her eyes as he explained himself, “Johnny Storm. Didn’t you say you like guys like him? Steve seems pretty similar.”

His mumbled answer was met with a soft laughter as (Y/N) replied: “I didn’t mean it in any other way other than as someone who was watching a good movie.”.

Downcast eyes lit up with hope as Bucky gaze met with (Y/N). He took a few big steps towards her, his tall stature giving (Y/N) a sense of comfort and security.

Both hands cradled her face lightly, his thumb running across her cheeks.

“I can’t run away from this anymore doll. I’ve got to say this. I was jealous. My heart hurts when I hear you talk about another man. My hands clench unknowingly when I see you another man. Give me a chance? Let me take you out on a date? Mm?” Bucky asked, he eyes were sincere and soft, never leaving (Y/N)’s.

(Y/N) took a small step closer to him and pulled Bucky towards him by his shirt.

“7 PM. I’m picking dessert. And we’re splitting the bill.” (Y/N) answered as she left a quick peck on his cheeks.

A silly grin hung on his face as he looked at her retreating figure.

I guess I’m okay with never being able to say no to you. Always.


It has been awhile and I hope everyone enjoys this! 

Tagging: @itsanerdlife @buckysmusculararm @klaus-is-king @callamint @dryerpet 

No Matter What

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

 Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Words:5295

 A/N: I’m actually kind of proud of this 🙈 Let me know what you think! 

A huge thank you, to my favorite co-pilot Em @fillthevoid-stilinski, for editing again 💖 

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Fanfiction - Happier

I wrote this short thing for the needle wizard, pencil sorceress and all around magnificent friend, the lovely @outlanderedandoverhere. Master Seamstress shares with me the love for Ed Sheeran and I couldn’t resist the urge to have her doing a happy dance over this. Enjoy! X

Happier

I entered the small coffee shop, unfolding my scarf as soon as I felt the merciful warmth of the heating system, aiming towards a quiet table at the corner, as I shook off snowflakes from my curls.

As I waited for the small waitress to bring me my cranberry scone and a large cup of steaming tea, I opened my notebook and started reading the notes I had taken. It was a very hard case, a young patient with a rare tumor compressing his bile duct – presenting with jaundice, looking like the most recent character of The Simpsons. The previous surgeon in charge of the case had announced it to be unresectable, which gave him about three months of life expectancy. At the age of thirty, you are seldom ready for your life to end – least of all without throwing a good fight.

And that was what I was planning to offer him – a risky procedure, only done in the past by a handful of surgeons in the country. If it worked, he would be cancer free – and it was my job to guarantee it worked. I had barely slept the last couple of nights, immersed in planning the surgery to the finest detail.

I loved my job, fiercely – even in the moments I hated it. I never lost the tingling on my palms when I held the scalpel or the sudden feel of a jump inside my belly, like I had missed a step, whenever I finished a hazardous procedure. Besides, it was a very welcome distraction from the wreckage of my personal life.

I sipped my tea, delighted with the smoky taste of the Highland blend, strong and homely on the back of my tongue. It reminded me of the taste of his skin against my lips and I swallowed hard, slightly shaking my head to disperse unwelcome memories.

The bell above the door rang, a small tornado of snow allowed in as new customers entered the cosy place. I bit the back of my pencil, tilting my head to better discern an approach, as I mobilized the invisible pancreas before me. I smiled, seeing the vessels and ducts so well exposed in the eye of my mind, ready to be conquered, and raised my eyes to ask for a second congratulatory scone.

I saw his back but recognized him immediately – I had kissed that spot just behind his ear, where his hair curled at the nape, countless times.

He was wearing his pilot uniform underneath his overcoat, the flight captain’s hat placed next to his elbow on the table. I had a sudden flash of his hands placing that hat on my head, a playful smile on his full lips, his slightly callused hands roaming my otherwise naked body. No.

Without thinking, I was already making myself small on my table, shrinking to the point where I could almost hide under the tasteful tablecloth – wishing I had gone to another place, in another time, in another world.

Only then I noticed he had company - a cute blonde girl wearing stewardess clothes, her lips painted red to match the satin scarf prettily tied around her neck in a bow. She sat in front of him on the table, a complicit smile plastered on her face, as he talked – probably sharing something about a recent trip.

He was always coming and going, flying around the world – I remembered all too well setting my alarm to the middle of the night, just so I could listen to his voice in Tokyo. Kissing him goodbye – there had been so many goodbyes, not enough hellos – before he left to New York. Texting him, unsure where in the world he was exactly – but painfully aware it wasn’t by my side.

The nights became so long, always craving, always wondering. I felt split in two, half of myself scattered in the wind, travelling on the air - while the other half was forced to anchor it, bearing down, struggling with heaviness. There weren’t enough kisses to ease the constant ache, as much as he tried – and he had tried.

“Do ye not want me anymore?” He had asked me on the final night, broken – Oh, so broken.

I hadn’t answered him and in my silence he took his leave, shoulders hunched in pain. In truth, I couldn’t fathom a time when I wouldn’t want him – and that was the problem, wasn’t it? I kept wanting and wanting and wanting, wanting so much everything hurt, wanting so much I feared I would physically break.

The flight attendant touched his hand – to my horror he didn’t shy away from it. It lingered there, natural and possessive, and I felt the scone doing cartwheels inside my stomach like a flour acrobat.

She leaned over and told him something, slightly sticking her tongue out in mischief and he laughed. Throat and lungs and vocal chords, clapping and singing, an orchestra on a perfect rendition of amusement. Standing ovation from the crowd. Claire Beauchamp dead in the audience.

He used to laugh like that with me. Jamie always laughed with his entire body. He was that kind of man – whole in everything he did. I recalled the sensation of his laugh as I laid my cheek on his chest, a scientist studying the mechanisms of happiness. For a moment I closed my eyes and covered them with my hand, foolishly disturbed by the realization I didn’t hold his laughter in exclusiveness.

Jamie looked happy. I could see the outline of his smile, the corners of his mouth turned up in contentment. Had he been that happy with me, once? Before I filled our lives with insecurities, demands and frailties?

She squeezed his hand – fingers touching, skin meeting, hearts melting? - and got up, putting on her elegant coat. With a swish of blonde hair, she kissed his cheek – clearly no amiable kiss demanded such duration, in my opinion – and with a light caress on his forehead, left him finally alone.

He looked around, searching for the waitress to ask for a refill and – of course – spotted me. It was like standing on stage, two spotlights beaming on us, everything else left in darkness. Jamie glanced at me and I proudly endured his gaze, asserting that I saw his happiness and wasn’t shaken at all by it. Liar.

Slowly I made my way to his table, a slug crawling on a lettuce leaf, ugly but brave. I seemed to be ken on eating every crumb of my cake of sorrow and then smile, pretending it was sweet.

“Hello, Jamie.” I greeted him, bracing myself on the notebook I carried. His hair was somewhat shorter than the last time I had seen him, a couple of months ago, his uniform impeccable, the tie on his neck just a bit loose. I used to make his knots and suddenly panicked, fearing that the blonde girl was a master of turns and twists, able of fixing his heart as well as his tie.

“Hello, Claire.” Jamie replied, his voice cautious. “How are ye?”

“Good.” I smiled nervously. “Are you back from work?”

“Aye.” He fidgeted with the mug in front of him, a soft hesitant smile on his lips. “Just got back from Brazil. It was a wee furnace there.”

“Ah.” I swallowed hard, struggling to come up with other pleasantries I could share with him. Do you smile in your sleep when she touches you? “You look good. Happy.”

“What are ye asking me, Claire?” He avoided my gaze, his face abruptly serious.

“Nothing.” I replied in a hoarse voice, well aware that he could spot the tears forming on the corners of my eyes, in the fountains of my soul. “Just that. You looked happy with her.”

“She’s a good lass.” He glared at me, his eyes outrageously blue and intent. “She understands what life is for me. I feel that I can talk to her.”

“As you couldn’t talk to me?” I tried to smile again and failed miserably, the glass of my face polished and glistening, reflecting the thousands of small sorrows hidden in the corners of my eyes.

“I told ye all my soul and heart.” Jamie lowered his eyes, grabbing his hat. “In the end it wasna enough. That is my utmost regret, Claire - that it wasna enough.”

I stood there, speechless, as he gathered his things and left. I thought of the bleeders that elude the most capable surgeon, the cardiac arrest that lasts forever, the hands inside where we are most private, touching the core of what we are, unable to reach what had been lost. I slammed my heart at him as he closed the door behind him – “Jamie!” – knowing all too well I had no one to blame but myself. I had traded all for nothing, convinced it was a worthy bargain – blind, blind, fool.

I crawled home, shaken to the very marrow of my bones, oozing love and loss – sticky and queasy with it. In medical school they had told me how the brain works to protect itself – the clever barrier surrounding it, the plasticity, the temperature regulation – and yet my brain seemed decided to finish me, incessantly playing memories of Jamie, smacking me with my own recklessness. I had no self-preservation left, for I loved him to the atoms of me.

I had seen him happy without me – there was joy there to be sure, in knowing him well. But the pain was almost unbearable, no last redoubt of magical thinking left, where I could hide and pretend we would find our way back to each other. He was gone. Pushed away by my own two hands.

I collapsed on the couch, curling into fetal position, making myself small and smaller. My ears were filled with the sounds of my own heart and I willed him to stop, to let go of beating, to be still and let me be.

He kissed my cheek on our first date. I kissed his lips on the second. Loved all of himself by the tenth. My heart leapt when I saw him, tall and gallant in his uniform, almost running to hold me in his arms at the hospital. When he told me flying was his second favourite thing. When he told me I was first. Red Jamie, my Jamie.

A knock on the door, fast and rhythmed. A secret code for the lover coming.

I padded to the door, afraid and wanting. Hopeful.

I opened the door and he was standing there, snowflakes turning into rivers on the brim of his hat. He reached out with his hand and I took it, already knowing I’d never let go again.

“I was happier with ye.” He whispered in a husky voice. And I remembered it all, the happiness and love I’d known, waiting in him as kisses on his lips.

Not according to plan

Ardyn found Sora again one day.  Dark tendrils flitted across his skin and he hissed as he felt something stirring.  

“Well, well. Alone again?”  Ardyn said as he walked forward.  "You really seem to be holding out.  Tell you want, give me the star scourge and you have more time.“  

Adryn reached forward, and Darkness encased Sora.  Adryn frowned slightly.  He wasn’t too late… it wasn’t… wait. What happened?

As Ardyn watched the Darkness formed around Sora.  His hair turned pitch plack and he wore something like a muscley bodysuit with a feathered skirt. Sora turned, and Adryn saw his pupils were yellow.  

“Did you get taken over?” He asked, then scrambled backward as Sora reached out to grab at his throat.

“I am Vanitas.  One of those encased in Sora’s heart.  We have decided that I am the one who is going to talk to you right now.”  Sora, Vanitas, said.  As Ardyn watched, Dark tendrils formed from him and turned into small creatures.  Vanitas made a movement like Sora summoning his keyblade but it was much different then Sora’s.  

“One?” Ardyn asked.  Vanitas grinned a slash smile.

“Yes, Sora has at least four people in there, including me.  And of all of us, I have the least to lose. And I have the Unversed.”  Vanitas strode forward again, the darkness turned into larger figures. With large red eyes and an insignia on their chest.  "So listen to me, before I skewer you and remove your heart.“

“You can’t do that.” Ardyn argued.  Vanitas chuckled.

“I can, and I have. Just ask Ven.  But I know I’m not the one to beat you permanently.  Which is the only reason you are still in that form.”  Vanitas stopped, and the darkness formed into one tall figure, it looked humanoid and carried a hammer and a cage.  "Stop taking the scourge from Sora.“

“You want him to die?” Ardyn laughed.  "You are willing to let him die for what reason?“

"My existence is tied to Ven, not Sora you idiot.  Ven’s in Sora’s heart for now so I am too. I don’t care if he lives or dies.  I care to get off of this planet so I can go choke the life out of Ven’s comatose body.  And maybe kick the crap out of Xehanort.  And I can’t do that if Ven’s heart is imprisoned here.”  Vanitas rested his keyblade over where Ardyn’s heart should be.  Darkness broke from the ground and surrounded him in an egg like shape.  "Leave Sora alone, or I turn you into an unversed. Got it?“

And then Vanitas, and Sora’s body, vanished.  

****

"Thank you.” A whispy Sora said in his own heart.  Vanitas was retreating and Sora was taking over.  "I-“

"You got this.”  Roxas said.  "You promised me you’d get my body back.  And since when do you give up on promises?“  He gave a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

When Sora came to, he was crying and surrounded by the Flood unversed.  Before he could pull out his keyblade, they looked at him in concern, then vanished. 


*screams* HANG IN THERE, SORA