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Affair of the Heart

Affair of the heart

Word count: 11.4k

Genre: smut, angst

You were in love with your roommate Hoseok. Jimin knows your secret and wants to help you make him jealous.

Happy Birthday to my world and sunshine! Im not trying to cry but I hope my angel has the best day ever!!

You got home, to your shared apartment, after your morning shift. You hated being a waitress but Sunday mornings did bring in a big crowd. You think people who just got out of church were supposed to be nice but no. Everyone is cranky and wants brunch. Either way people tipped you well this morning and you needed to go buy groceries for you and Hoseok.

Hoseok, you thought. You wondered if he was awake. It was about two in the afternoon so you figured not. You knew he went out for a night of drinking with his friends. You also knew he brought a girl home last night. Mostly because you could hear everything they had done last night, well technically this morning. His room was across from your room and down the hall, that’s how loud they were. You could hear the bed hit the wall, the way she was screaming out for him, it was all too much for you. Especially his moans, they sounded so dirty and needy. You just wished they were for you, aching for you. Here you were in the kitchen writing a grocery list and getting wet thinking about Hoseok moaning.

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Chanyeol as your Roommate

Originally posted by parkchny

Request: Hi!!! Can you do Chanyeol as the roommate you got to share an apartment with for college? And you dont really know him yet, just on the day you guys move in OH and the course you’re doing is medicine, his is probably music haha thankssss

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy~! (p.s. i haven’t been to college before lmao so if some of this stuff is incorrect i sorry)

- as you walk into your new dorm you instantly notice the boy unpacking

- he’s v tol you can’t miss him

- he’d see you walk in and look a little confused until it clicked

- “ahh, you must be my roommate! i was just unpacking, but i can help you with your things if you need it.”

- and you’re like damn he tall and cute and nice how am i gonna do this pls help

- while you’re unpacking you’d get to know each other a little bit

- you learn his major is music and you physically feel your heart skip a beat

- what

- anyway he suggests that you both take turns making breakfast every morning so neither of you leave for class hungry

- “you can’t learn on an empty stomach~!”

- you keep catching yourself staring for wayyyyy longer than you meant to

- ‘stop it y/n this is your roommate don’t be cliché’

- you spend the rest of your first day unpacking, going over class schedules, and getting to know each other

- as time goes on you make other friends

- but chanyeol is highkey your best friend like ever

- when he gets the chance he walks to class with you

- literally forces food down your throat if you try to leave without eating

- reminds you to take care of yourself when you’re studying really hard

- ngl hearing him practice through the walls at night is the best thing

- ever

- his voice is just so soothing???????

- every time you compliment him on it tho he gets all blushy it’s adorable

- you’ve probably already stolen half of his wardrobe

- “y/n you can’t keep taking my sweaters”

- “but they’re so comfy and warmmmmm”

- “you have your own!”

- “it’s different

- you probably have to make him sleep as well because if you don’t he’d stay up all night composing

- basically you’re just each other’s parent

- e v e r y o n e ships it

- everyone.

- even the fucking professors ship it

- but somehow you’re both oblivious to it???

- anywho

- one day he’d tell you he’s going to a party and that he’d be back later that night

- ‘n you’re like okay cool don’t be an idiot i’ll leave the door unlocked

- he’d come home shit-faced drunk

- and chan is literally the worst drunk ever 

- he gets sarcastic and clingy af and just becomes such a baby

- and you, being both a med student and his best friend, get stuck caring for him

- “chanyeol you need to drink this water” 

- “no i need to drink your face”

- “what the hell does that even mean???”

- “what the hell does your face even mean?”

- istg he’s just the worst

- eventually you get the water and medicine down his throat and put him to bed

- but when you go to leave he pulls you into his chest and bear hugs you

- “cuddle with me.”

- your face becomes literally tomato red

- after fighting it and failing for a few minutes you just give in

- he’s so warm and you can feel your heart pounding

- then you quickly realized something you had been denying since day one 

- you loved him

- the next morning you woke up

- but chan was gone

- and the smell of pancakes filled your nose

- you’d wander into the kitchen to find a slightly pale chanyeol making breakfast

- “it’s my day today, is it not?”

- over breakfast he would apologize for the night before and if he made you uncomfortable

- but his words aren’t registering

- “chanyeol i love you”

- you and him both would gasp at the same time at your confession

- “i’m sorry… shit i shouldn’t have—”

- “i love you too, y/n”


- you’d walk to class holding hands

- everyone knew it

- they were not surprised

- and honestly nothing changed from before after you started dating

- just a lot more kisses and shit

- you really were already dating

- it just wasn’t official

- ugh my bias list

- i’m dead y’all are so cute

- goodbye

-Admin Yeonie

And If It Ever Happened (No One Has To Know) ~ Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Because despite being stuck on a bus for a three hour long car ride to a youth conference with a bunch of other awesome hyperactive candy addicted teens, I’m bored and still lacking a life. Also, for SJ’s Submission Sunday. Because by the heck not?

Or: Thomas learns about colors, his jacket is explained, and (Y/N) makes plans.

Warnings: Brain aneurism, child coping mechanisms, arguing, car accidents, bad French and Irish (Google Translate, people, bc I know nothing) character death, mentions of suicide, depression, hospitalization, a couple people get punched, mentions of homosexual relationships (in case that makes you uncomfortable - sorry never gonna change it those two are too precious in my mind) also it’s my first imagine so it probably sucks (be warned!) but it will sort of get better (ish) towards the middle of the story (beginning is on the bad side of OK and I’m not sure about the ending.), probably insanely OOCish and Mary Sue/Gary Lue ish characters that tend to go with shit writing like mine, plus this is the first time I’ve written an imagine, and my writing was already sucky enough as it was, so take that how you will.

So have fun with that

Modern AU, feminine pronouns


At four years old, Thomas Jefferson knew enough to know how to understand others, and what he understood was that all the boys on the block thought that pink or purple or any color reminiscent of them were for girls. (Except for red, because red is cool, like fire and blood and a knight’s horsehair plumes; and blue, because blue is cool, too, like ice and deep sea diving and the big, big sky that all those jets flew through that they were going to fly someday.)

He knew all the colors in the rainbow: red and orange and yellow and green and blue and purple, and black because that’s always what was between the other colors, and white because that was what was on either end of it in the shape of big, fluffy clouds.

Not pink.

Pink didn’t count, he thought.

At age six, his mother takes him to the local hardware store to look at paint samples, and he looks up at the giant wall with a gaping jaw as he takes in the impossible number of colors-within-colors. (Even pink.)

He sees some sort of grey splotch near the top of a yellow card, though, and doesn’t like it. He decides it doesn’t belong there.

“Mama, why is there another color on this one?”

She looks at him, brow risen in slight confusion, before she realized what his little finger is pointing to and chuckles.

She bends down real, real low, so they’re at the same eye level.

She’s tall, he thinks, not for the first time. I bet she could fight giants.

“Thomas,” she tells him, a small smile on her face and an amused twinkle in her eye. “This isn’t supposed to be another color. This is the name of the color. Like green is called green, and orange is called orange, but these ones are…,” she paused for a moment, mulling over the words as she tried to find a way to explain it to his young mind. “Different,” she finally settled. “They’re longer, and weirder.”


“Like this one,” she took down a shade of light, light orange and yellow, that reminds him of when those very colors clash on the - the nex - neckt - nectarine. “They call it Brooklyn Skyrise.”

He frowned. That didn’t sound like a color.

If he looked at it, it was actually really nice.

“What’s Brooklyn?”

“It’s a city in New York, Thommy.”

He stared at it a little while longer before nodding his head firmly. “I’m going to live in New York,” he decided confidently.

His mother’s eyebrows rose.

“I’m sure you will, Thomas.”

(And if he didn’t have any idea where New York was, then he didn’t say anything.)

She then pulled down another one, a murky auburn, leaning more toward red, and he is reminded of leaves right before fall.

“Here’s another one. This one’s called Dragon’s Blood.”

His grin lit up his face. “Cool!”

He is seven when he finally meets her.

She is bold and she is brilliant and despite the fact that she is a girl, she seems to possibly be one of the only people in that class that he might actually like.

Besides James, of course.

He decides to save himself the humiliation and stick with becoming friends with James.

It’s okay, though.

He’s not the only one who’s noticed you.

It’s when you hit another boy that he finally gets the courage to talk to you, opposed to all the other boys who look upon you with both awe and fear, and scattered every time you came near.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” was the only answer he got back.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/N). What about you?”

“I’m Thomas.”


It was quiet for a little while.

“I saw that you punched that boy,” he informed her.

“Everyone saw it, dummy,” she shot back. “It was during recess.”

His face grew hot and he practically recoiled, not knowing at first what to say to that.

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[Summary]: After finding out that your boyfriend Bucky had a one-night stand, your world came crashing down hard and you walk out of his life. Will you give him a second chance? Or will you leave him feeling incomplete?

[Pairing]: Bucky x reader (Steve is mentioned)

[Warning]: angst… SO. MUCH. ANGST. um.. there’s also mentions of cheating, drinking and a tiny bit of swearing.. also a teeny-tiny bit of abuse

[Word Count]: 2,295 (This is the longest one I’ve ever written! Damn, this got really wordy…)

Requested by: @ouatalways

Tagging: @bovaria @marvel-ash @just-call-me-mrs-captain @dividedwecantfall @buckysmetallicstump @mellifluous-melodramas @avengerofyourheart @buckyslion @metalarmproblems @marvelingatthewonder @beccaanne814-blog @mcuimxgine @capsbuchanan @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @that-sokovian-bastard @hellomissmabel @abovethesmokestacks @maybe-mikala @violentlyfarts @hymnofthevalkyries @after-avenging-hours @buckys-shield @buckysberrie @callamint @redgillan @whotheeffisbucky @candyrogers @blueeyedbucky @tragicalchemist @marvelous-fvcks @professionally-crazed @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @fanfic-shiz @i-dont-know-how-to-write @iwillbeinmynest @theassetseyeliner @lilasiannerd @aubzylynn @ourpeachskies

A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! Yea, here we go again with more Backstreet Boys music but this song just fit this request so perfectly. I have no shame for making you listen to their music… [x] Also, I’m so, so sorry about the tiny bit of abuse that I put in here. I DO NOT condone that kind of behavior in a relationship (I have seen it happen and it scared me) I’m also sorry for Steve being a complete jerk in this…

Originally posted by jugheadcami

One hour. One grueling, heart breaking hour is all it took to make the last two years fade into the dark.

You found out from Sam’s roommate, who also happened to be one of your best friends, that your boyfriend and a few of his friends had gotten drunk at a party that Sam threw at his apartment. Even though you were also invited to the party, you had to work that night but you told Bucky that he could go without you. Worst decision you ever made.

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The Odds Were in Our Favor

Originally posted by odestaholyship

Originally posted by siiren-e

Originally posted by laragazzachenonami

Summary: You reflect on your time with Finnick while preparing for your wedding. 

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, I wrote it and then hated it so I rewrote it….

You sat in your room in District 13, looking into the mirror but not seeing your reflection. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the simple, but elegant white dress laying on your bed. Today was the day. You were finally marrying Finnick, the love of your life.

As you pinned up your hair in a loose fashion, you remembered how it all had started.


Y/N L/N, the winner if the 70th Hunger Games, a 17 year old girl from District 8. The orphan who managed to win it all. Only a year after your “victory” you were returning to the overwhelming sound and color of the Capitol as the youngest mentor in the history of the games. Your own mentor, James, had died suddenly two months before, leaving you to try and keep the new tributes alive.

Winning the Hunger Games was more of a curse than a blessing. Everyone spoke about be grateful for surviving, for getting to go home. No one ever told the tributes about the nightmares, the loneliness, and the blackmail. It forced you to grow up fast, and alone. If you had let anyone into your heart, they would have been astonished by your strength, by how you managed to get out of your bed each day after reliving your final moments in the arena every night.

But you didn’t let anyone in. Becoming quiet, you did your best to balance being kind to the tributes with not making an attachment. It was too hard. They were your friends, your peers. It just made it all the harder when you had to say goodbye on the morning of the games. All you could do was hug them tight and hope they would listen to your advice.

They did not. The boy died at the cornucopia within ten minutes of the countdown, and the girl just hours later, hunted by a career pack. You didn’t watch the rest of the games. For the first day, you were locked away from the world, crying. When you fell into a restless sleep, you could only dream of the boy from District 2 with his hands around your throat. You tossed and turned, as you remembered grabbing a rock and with the last vestiges of strength, hitting him. Hitting him over and over and over again as you cried.

You woke, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face. Shaking, you dressed and took a walk through the slightly less crowded streets of the Capitol. The people were so consumed with watching the large public screens that no one took notice of you. Well, almost no one.

A very handsome, but equally broken man had just made a deal with some sponsors when he saw you. 

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Yuri on Ice AO3 Fic Recs!

Hi. I am one of those terrible people that consume a lot more fic than I comment on, because I’m a shy and lazy child. So: fic recs. To promote lesser-known authors, I’ll list from least to most bookmarked (I’ve left out some really popular ones, you can likely find those on your own). Feel free to give me recs in return!

If you’re an author on this list (and somehow see this despite my small following) and are like “mothereffer who’re you we’ve never talked” I plan on commenting on all of these this weekend, because #ficrecdays.

Symphony in a minor by Anicaruscomplex: This adorable 2 part drabble was published around Christmas and it’s been with me ever since. It’s a slice of life, but also Yuuri dealing with the temporary nature of their relationship.

what he notices most is the quiet by fishingclocks: Long distance fic. Did you know that a scene about Viktor making blini in the morning could send your heart into conniption fits? Well, now I do.

Nightfall in Osaka by ryukoishida: A perfect and soft date night for Viktor and Yuuri at the start of them being competitors. Also, the author researched actual beautiful locations for them to go to.

Step three: I’m calling you baby by polly_perks: Viktor deals with the fact that Yuuri isn’t the same man he met at the banquet. It’s sweet and crafted so well.

Scents of home by espritneo: This is the best fic I’ve ever read about Makkachin. Have you ever heard of espritneo? NO? Allow me to introduce you to this gift of a human being. Everything espritneo puts out has wonderful characterization of both Viktor and Yuuri and everyone else in their lives. Also, espritneo is versatile: canon continuations, folklore AUs, sex, time travel, and this whole puppy fic. You have no excuse not to check them out.

Seagulls on the shore (that which we grasp) by Gintsuki: Everyone has daemons and this story makes me wish daemons were canon, because it works SO WELL. This story flows like poetry.

Heart Lines by thelonelywriter: Yuuri reads Viktor’s palm, Viktor is ridiculous, and it’s adorable. Thelonelywriter, despite being lonely, has written some very quality fluff, so check them out.

Infinitesimal being by sarahyyy: An Otabek/Yuri fairytale story where Otabek is an immortal goblin, and it’s… written from OTABEK’S POV sometimes. I feel like this is so rare but it’s done so perfectly, and the lore behind it is bittersweet.

Every inch of you is perfect by lazulisong: *fans self* Every inch of lazulisong is perfect and I’ll say it as many times as I need to. Just go read everything. You’ll thank me later.

Again and Again by grayclouds: A reincarnation AU that is heart-wrenchingly beautiful and unconventional. It’s a whirlwind of different forms of Victuuri and some have me turning over in my bed at night—in one of them they don’t even exist at the same time and it still makes my stomach flip.

The road that stretches out ahead by hellodeer: Yuuri and Viktor go on a road trip. THIS FIC. I’ve read it so many times, and it’s just raw and so convincing in its story of how Yuuri finally realizes that Viktor actually loves him and intends to stay with him. It doesn’t get all the attention it deserves.

Undertow by Mhalachai: *heavy breathing* this fic is beautiful and creative and almost made me cry for Viktor Nikiforov. It’s one of the few fics that demonstrates Viktor’s insecurities and doubts and does it by successfully using supernatural Russian folklore. I am so impressed by this piece and it’s still messing with my head—it also has a companion piece that’s Yuuri-centric.

Understand Someday by triste: A wonderful piece of Victuuri family fluff, starring Yurio. You will want to hug the little tiger by the end of it. Triste has other excellent works, too!

Rumour has it by lunaetude: Viktor and Yuuri are at Hogwarts together, and are ADORABLE and very in-character, and it alludes to Viktor’s loneliness softly but emotionally. Lunaetude has multiple AUs for YOI that are gorgeous, so go read everything by that author, even if you don’t think it’s your cup of tea, because you WILL like it.

Of Dahlias and Deadlines by ingthing: have you ever read a fic and been like, this is so cute? Why isn’t this a show all by itself? Well, ingthing has a florist/wedding planner AU series that makes me say this every time they post, and everyone should read it. Viktor was born to be a wedding planner.

Easy on my knees by ineptshieldmaid: A Viktor-centric relationship study that has such a careful and touching path to them getting together, and Viktor trusting and loving Yuuri. Ineptshieldmaid has written other equally squeal-inducing fanfic, too!

High-Flying, Adored by terra_incognita: I’m a sucker for superhero AUs and this is amazing. Everybody has secret identities and it’s a love square between Viktor and Yuuri and their superhero personas—it’s quirky and emotional and addictive. Also, Yuri Plisetsky is amazing in it. You will have to suspend your disbelief a bit though, because Yuuri somehow doesn’t realize that two silver haired Russians arriving in town at the same time ARE THE SAME PERSON.

The measure of the year (the mind of men) by geckoplasm: A fic where Yuuri and Viktor are a real couple with actual communication issues, just like in the show! They screw up and make up and you always get both sides of the story in a way that is personal and eye-opening as to how two people that love one another can still have misunderstandings and cause major damage.

Adoration (noun) by crossroadswrite: pre episode 10, but an incredibly convincing and thoughtful explanation of how Viktor fell in love with Katsuki Yuuri—an AU where Viktor had originally intended to leave Hasetsu after a year.

Chasing Tail by Metallic_Sweet: This is the only fic on my list that I think is probably dead but please read it just for an A/B/O experience that you’ve likely never had before. Viktor has his scent glands removed and he is calculating in a way almost nobody depicts him as, but which I think is true to canon.

From june to September by bigspoonnoya: “This is the summer they fell in love.” This fic is essentially canon to me, it’s so well written.

Body music by fan_nerd: Um, everybody probably already knows fan_nerd because they’re a magical presence in the YOI fandom, but their reverse AU is the best. Viktor looks up to five-time champion Katsuki Yuuri and some things stay the same (being drunk at the banquet) and some things hilariously change (Yuuri actually emails Viktor before he just shows up at his house).

Dear Mama by Ferrero13: Viktor writes letters and emails to his beloved mother throughout the YOI series, and it’s HILARIOUS. Also sweet. Viktor’s writing and drama is spot on, and this whole fic is just well done.

Specks of silver in the evening sky by winchilsea: “Viktor’s kink is taking care of Yuuri” in a way that’s both eros and agape. This fic is breathtaking. *sobs into hands* I love winchilsea. Sometimes I read things by winchilsea that I don’t even know about (I read a Pacific Rim AU of YOI and I’ve never glanced at Pacific Rim) and it doesn’t matter because they are such high quality.

I’ve been up nights making you my god by kevystel: Oh, kevystel. I’m reccing this fic because it’s one of the first I found, but anything by kevystel is golden. It’s a brilliant and gorgeous relationship study.

On top of the world by springsoldier(ladydaredevil): Another superhero AU, where superman Viktor takes on Yuuri as his superhero protégé and Yuri Plisetsky fails terribly in his attempt to be a villain (he rescues kittens, y’all). It’s so, so precious and I love its Viktor.

I have my body (and you have yours) by astoryaboutwar: *UNINTELLIGIBLE SCREAMING* if you haven’t read any of her works, you need to go read astoryaboutwar RIGHT NOW. This is a heart-stopping soulmate AU where Yuuri keeps his soulmate a secret and then everything is emotional and stunningly written. *points helplessly at ‘our doubts are traitors’* Look, she’s writing this too and nobody is worthy of it. Nobody.

Nerve Endings by Phyona: Yuuri moves to St. Petersburg, and they deal with Yuuri’s anxiety. Yuuri has A LOT of anxiety, and it’s depicted at length here in ways that feel real and devastating. Later, Viktor has anxiety too, and overall I was just sitting there clenching my head in my hands, having a lot of feelings. 

Healthy Impropriety by mtothedestiel: Viktor and Yuuri in Victorian times!! Viktor is EXTRA extra, in the most perfect way, and Yuuri is just a normal Victorian guy trying to live his life. The author clearly worked really hard to keep it true to novels written during that time (Pride and Prejudice, etc).

Closer, Still by sciencefictioness: *spits out beer* did you know that A/B/O could be incredibly poetic and full of gorgous yearning and make you feel like you’ve been missing out on someone for your entire life?! Go read this.

The naming of cats by csoru: Another Yuri/Otabek rec. It’s realistic and Yuri is so in character it hurts. It actually spends time depicting their ice skating careers, and doesn’t just focus on their relationship, in true YOI style. Also it’s wonderfully written, so go check it out.

Stargazer by Fahye: No ice skating, just amazing space AU sports. Yuuri is a commoner that gets taken under the wing of space royalty to learn how to ballist.

From Almaty, With Love by BoxWineConfessions: another one that I probably don’t have to rec because if you like Yuri/Otabek, you’ve already discovered it. Yuri goes to visit Otabek for a summer and they fall in love. It captures both of them very well, and its scenes are written out so stunningly that even them lounging around in Otabek’s apartment is like a painted picture in your mind. I’m not even a huge Yuri/Otabek fan and this fic is just… sigh.

Always My Soulmate by Watermelonsmellinfellon: obviously, I’m a sucker for soulmate AUs and compilations and this is a good one. Watermelonsmellinfellon contributes a massive amount to the YOI community, and has done everything: soulmates, an AU where Yuuri is deaf, and time travel, and they actually research everything. So, so impressed.

A glide in your step by Yuu_chi: this was one of the first fics I read that threw me into the pit of YOI. It’s so, so sweet and masterfully crafted and something I always go back to; it’s a beautiful depiction of how Yuuri and Viktor got together in Hasetsu. It’s pining Viktor written before pining Viktor was even canon.

Maelstrom by feelslikefire: Viktor relives the a day of the Sochi Grand Prix over and over. A fic in which Viktor is actually initially a terrible person that gets to do character development, AND the worst day of Yuuri’s life is handled masterfully again and again.

Victor Effing Nikiforov by shysweetthing: so I would like to recommend both the story and the author, who despite being a writing god constantly descends from heaven to grace everyone with reviews and tumblr musings (her tumblr is the same as her author name on AO3). Yuuri doesn’t fail the Japanese nationals after GPF1, makes it to Worlds, and Viktor Nikiforov steamrollers him with love that Yuuri is incredibly confused by. Go read everything by this author and pray that she updates Viktor!!! With Swords at some point.

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya: They’re rivals! Do I even have to rec this? It’s so frickin popular and THERE’S A REASON. I daydream about this fic and the worldbuilding for the AU is sublime. The author plans everything out so beautifully. In case you’ve somehow missed it, Yuuri meets up with Viktor as a kid, Viktor is Viktor and is blunt, and Yuuri’s heart breaks, resulting in him ferociously working to beat Viktor in competition. Then, there’s incredibly respectful one-sided hate sex.

Like your French girls by ebenroot: Viktor is an artist, and Yuuri his figure skating muse. Everybody knows this fic. It’s perfection.

My Light In the Darkness

Word Count: 1239

Warnings: Depression, Self Harm (might be triggering), Cursing,

A/N: this could actually be triggering, so please my babies, read at your own risk! Alrighty now listen up, this was kind of hard for me to write. It’s hits a little too close to home on some topics, but I’m a tough ass bitch and I know you guys are too, so if you’re having problems and you’re going through some shit,  and things just seem like it’s not going to get any better, just know it does. And if you ever need a friend to talk to, bitch I got you. I don’t bite, I may be ginger but I’ve got some kind of a soul so I’ll be nice. Alright? Cool cool. Much love ️

Requested: if it’s not too graphic or triggering, could you write an imagine where Juggie finds out that “y/n” self harms and is suicidal

    Y/N didn’t know when the suicidal thoughts started, at some point in the shit show that was her life they just kind of appeared. They were like an itch she couldn’t scratch, a small tiny voice she couldn’t shut up. They were exhausting, just trying to fight them took up much of her energy and strength. No one knew she had them though, she didn’t feel it was important to share. Truth be told she was scared to tell anyone. If there was one person in this world she would ever trust with this information though, it would be her boyfriend, Jughead Jones. But even then, she felt like it would be a burden to place that information on him, a worry he didn’t need, so she kept it to herself.

    After awhile, the thoughts just made her feel numb and Y/N hated it. She wanted to feel something, anything. She started cutting, small cuts at first and very few of them, just so she could feel something. So she could be the one to control any pain she felt in that moment. She had control of her life, her body in that moment, it was almost like a high. But like most highs, she fell down, and small cuts became bigger and the few became many. It wasn’t so much about control anymore to her either, she started to feel like she deserved the pain. Sadly and silently, she suffered alone in her room at night, tears on her pillow and razors to her skin.

    Jughead recently had started to notice that she seemed off, she wore a lot of long sleeved shirts, and anytime they hung out watching movies or cuddled in her bed, she never wore her shorts anymore. Jughead was confused, because Y/N always hated long sleeved shirts and pants. She’d always claim they were ‘too restricting’, which would make him laugh.  He tried asking about it, but she immediately wrote it off and shut down, unlike anything he’d ever seen before. His thoughts turned to the worst, and he was scared.

    Jughead had known for a long time her home life was shitty, and he did his absolute best to be there with her anytime she was home. And when he wasn’t, he was worried sick. It was constant yelling and fighting from everyone in the family, and Y/N would often go into her room and lay in bed to try to distract herself. He knew it was real bad when one night she called him saying she couldn’t go to sleep, because the yelling had become her lullaby and the house was quiet.

    Jughead decided tonight he would surprise her at her house, give her cheering up she had been needing. He got burgers and fries from Pops, popcorn and candy from the store, a few of her favourite movies, and a blanket he owned that she loved so much that she tried to steal a few times.

    Walking up to her house, he saw that  her parents car was gone, and he tried the front door to find it unlocked. He quietly crept inside, locking the door behind him because he knew her parents would appreciate that, and made his way upstairs. Y/Ns door was cracked open, and Jughead could have sworn he heard sniffling. Quietly, he tip toed to her door and peered in. He saw Y/N sitting on her bed, a razor to her wrist and she cut. He watched as she cried and the blood dripped down her arm.

    “Y/N!” He yelled, busting through the door and running to her. He ripped the razor out of her hand as carefully as he could and grabbed her face to look at him. “Are you crazy? What are you doing?!” he yelled, but she just continued to cry. Running to the bathroom, he found the first aid kit under the sink and ran back into the room. He quickly cleaned the cuts, and dressed them, all the while mumbling things like 'you’re never doing this again.’ and 'why would you do this?’ When he was finished, he sat on the edge of the bed, facing Y/N, but she wouldn’t look at him.

    “Please look at me.” he begged, but she just shook her head, quietly crying. “How long have you been doing that?” he asked quietly, reaching for her arm that was now bandaged.

    “A month or so.” she whispered. Jughead took hold of her wrists and kissed both of them.

    “Don’t ever do that again.” he said sternly, but quietly. “Listen to me, I know this shit is tough, and I know life is unfair and the shit you’re going through right now seems like it won’t ever end, but trust me, there is a light at the end of your tunnel, Y/N. I need you to realize that these cuts do nothing for you. All they do is hurt your body, they cannot fix the pain you feel on the inside, they cannot stop your problems from fucking up your life, all they do is make you bleed and leave you with scars that will do nothing but remind you of the bad times. When you’re older, and you’ve got your life figured out, and you’re finally happy and out of the situation you’re in now, do you really want to look at your wrists and be reminded of your pain? You can’t move on if your constantly reminded of it.” he said, brushing her hair behind her ears. Y/N shook her head, tears falling and staining the bed sheets.

    “You don’t understand Juggie-”

    “You’re right, I don’t understand. I can never go through what you go through, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try to understand, try to help you. And I’m telling you right now that this…” Jughead held up her wrists in front of her face. “Is not helping.” Y/N dropped her arms and leaned into Jughead, and he wrapped his arms around her tight.

    “Talk to me Y/N! Talk to somebody, just please, leave your beautiful body alone.” he begged, squeezing her tight.

    “I promise.” she sobbed, and Jughead kissed the top of her head. He got up and threw the blanket at Y/N, and grabbed the snacks and movies. Y/N giggled as she wrapped the blanket around herself.

    “You brought my favourite blanket.” she said, sniffling and smiling.

    “I did. And your favourite movies, candy, and burgers.” Jughead smiled, setting the movie up on his laptop.

    “Thank you.” She said, leaning over and kissing Jughead on the cheek. “I’m gonna steal this blanket someday, Jones.” she giggled, and Jughead rolled his eyes.

    “Tell you what, in 2 years when we both move out, I’ll propose and we’ll move in together. Anywhere in the world, just you and me, no family problems, no dumb ass school, and we’ll share the blanket.” he said, leaning back on the headboard and pulling Y/N into him.

    “Deal.” Y/N said, snuggling into Jughead. For the rest of the night, Jughead ate and snuggled with Y/N, and when she fell asleep on him, he didn’t dare to move. He slept easy that night, knowings she was safe.

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Faking It (Grayson) Part 8/10

Summary: Your bestfriend Grayson is attending a relative’s wedding and he needs you to act as his girlfriend. Cue lots of pining from both your sides, smug looks from Ethan and their family pressuring you into marriage and babies.
Word Count: 1,658
Warnings: None.
A/N: We’re nearing the end, my friends. I still have around 1-2 parts to post though so don’t fret. Also, huge thank you for 400 followers. xx Listen to this too, if you wanna.

You were shocked, frozen in your place as he pulled away from the kiss. It had been chaste but it went on for long enough for you to feel it all over your body. You opened your eyes as Grayson pulled away, feeling all kinds of emotions as you stared into his eyes.

You would probably have blushed at the way his relatives in the back were awwing and marveling at how cute you both looked, but you were too busy struggling with your feelings and sorting out the thoughts swirling in your mind.

Grayson looked at you, lips pulling into a smile as he slipped his hand into yours, beckoning for you to take the last step of the staircase. You felt disoriented as you got guided through the hallway to put on your shoes. As you bent down to pull on your boots, you looked around for Ethan but couldn’t find him anywhere.

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Top 5 Skam Moments

Now that Skam is over I can finally post this! My top Skam moments:

#1. Maghrib

Where to begin? Everything about the clip is perfect. The cinematography, the acting, the chemistry, the dialogue, the development of Yousef and Sana’s relationship, the music. Not only that, but the reveal that Yousef really is Sana’s “One”. It’s bittersweet, because we finally get to see them on an actual date together, fully knowing and acknowledging that they like each other, but we also know that Yousef will be gone for a month after that. It’s just so romantic without being explicitly so. We don’t see hand holding, or kissing, or sex. New only see two people getting to know each other and really enjoying each other’s company, trusting each other, confiding in each other. Yet it is more romantically charged that any other Skam video. You don’t worry for them, because you know they will be ok and eventually they will find a way to be together.

#1. Det Beste Fra Islam

I could not choose between these two cinematic masterpieces. Again, everything about that clip is magic and perfect. Noora and Sana being cute, Elias getting drunk, and perhaps the most romantic walk home I’ve ever witnessed. Just to kids bonding over beliefs, basketball, and their attraction for each other. What I like the most about this clip is that it was completely unexpected. It caught you off guard. We were all sure that Sana would end up spending her night with Noora or going to the Pepsi Max party…everyone expected shit to go down, or for Sana to find another guy, and instead we got the most beautiful moment between Sana and Yousef.

#2. O Helga Natt

The only reason why this one didn’t tie as my top spot, was because they kind of “cheated” a bit by using all those Romeo + Juliet references. That being said, everything about that clip is just flawless and stunning. The music, the montage, and the famous “ du er ikke alene” line…No dialogue is needed. It all emotion and tears, under 6 minutes.

#3. Inshallah

I mean…this clip was just a lesson in romantic chemistry, without any type of physical contact. Carrots, Yousef and Sana smiling at each other, talking about kids, teasing each other, exchanging looks…and perhaps the longest most erotic shuffle ever lol. The clip was so good it gave me a week-long high.

#4. Underwater Kiss

Again, Isak x Even, and an underwater first kiss. Now being the R+J fanatic that I am, I read about the use of water in the movie. Baz Luhrmann explained that calm waters were used as an escape for the two lovers. So, when R+J are underwater, they are in their own protective bubble and they are allowed to be themselves and forget about their families and the world. The same applies for Isak and Even. The pool is the one place where they can just be themselves and be fearless and open about their feelings.

#5. Break-Up Sex

Eva and Jonas final scene as a couple is Season 1 was beautifully written, heartbreaking and so very raw. It was probably one of the most relatable scenes. They didn’t really end up on bad terms, and it was the perfect goodbye where they showed they loved each other and accepted that they just weren’t good together at that point.

Honorable mentions: Haper du Plass, Na, I Feel It Coming


I’m travelling home from Glasgow to London today, so won’t comment on last nights episode because there’ll be some who’ve not seen it yet. 🤗

I hope everyone has had a good weekend and enjoyed the finale.😎

It’ll be a long six months now before we finally say goodbye to Peter. I am going to make the most of every day we still have him as the Doctor. 😍

He’s the best we’ll ever have, a true inspiration, and a tough act to follow imho. 😘

Peace. Love. Richelieu. ☮️❤️😇

dimancheetoile  asked:

HELLO YOU ♥ so I was scrolling, writing the ProudUchihaDad!Gai I told you about and I had an idea but I don't have time to write it (yes this is a prompt.) Could you write ShikaSaku where Sakura gets adopted in the Nara clan because they're like: look, she's amazing, she's intelligent, how did none of you think of adopting her before? Like, wtf? The rest of Konoha is like fuuuck they're so right and now Sakura is Jounin Commander cause it's a Nara thing and Shika is smitten and wants to woo her.

This was sooooo fun! Thank you for the prompt! Damn, you are creative! I hope you like it, darling!

Last scene was inspired by Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley

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               The death of Haruno Kizashi was disheartening news to many people. He’d always been a joyful man bringing smiles to whoever he spent time with. But for one little girl, it felt like the end of her world. She’d already lost her mother as a baby and to lose her father as well left her as an eight-year-old orphan. She didn’t have anyone left.

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Summary: Steve finds you dancing in your room to The Nutcracker, so he takes you for a surprise.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: ~1700

Warnings: Language, probably crappy writing, Christmas fluff

Based off this request by @iwillbeinmynest: So, the reader loves ballet (maybe she used to dance or just enjoys it idk, up to you) and Steve catches her dancing around her room to the Nutcracker music. He know how much she loves it so for Christmas he surprises her with tickets to go see it live in New York and then fluff ensues. Maybe a kiss. Feel free to edit it however you’d like! Thank you so much!

A/N: This is my first Steve x Reader fic, so sorry if it’s terrible. Hope you all enjoy some more Christmas fluff!

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Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Bucky x Reader/ Steve x Reader

Y/N - Your name, Y/L/N - Your Last Name

REQUEST:  Excuse me miss. Just wanted to say I’m a huge fan and have a request of a story for you. I was wondering if you could have a girl be with Steve or Bucky and break up to fall for the other one. Thanks so much. Love you!

For @nicolemt23 and @mullinhore

A/N: Bucky is kind of a dick in this, so I apologise now. Also this is a long one. 

Y/N sat in her apartment, staring out the window. It was raining out, which wasn’t surprising for this time of the year. She had packed up all of her belongings and her driver was scheduled to be there in an hour. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to go home yet but the mission was over and it was time. It had been a year since she had been home to the facility and when she left she hadn’t said goodbye to anyone. In fact the only people who she has had contact with for the past year were Nick Fury and Steve. She had asked Nick not to tell the others where she was and he promised to keep it between the two of them. She ended up sending Steve an email a few months after she left saying that this was her choice and that she knew it was for the best. After that she cut contact with him, not allowing him to reply. Sitting at that window she thought back to where it all went wrong.

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Reflecting on the Tonys

This time last week I was an emotional mess. It was midday Monday 13 June 2016 and I had spent the morning squealing, cheering, and crying my way through the Tonys with my sister and my mother. My mum has Mondays off and my sister and I had booked the day off work so that we could watch them as a family. It was an important morning for a small Western Australian family.

As I say, I was an emotional mess. But it was the most positive, passionate, inspired mess I have ever been. And I have James Corden and Lin-Manuel Miranda to thank for that indescribable feeling. With some serious help from my sister.

I have been completely and utterly lost twice in my life.

The first time was at the end of year 12. I was finishing up 12 years of education and I had absolutely no idea what was next. I quite enjoyed English, I quite enjoyed history, and I really enjoyed the structure that school provided and the fact that I got to be surrounded by my friends every day. This had become increasingly important to me in high school as I battled self-harm and anorexia, things that still impact my daily life.

Exams were finished, the deadline for getting university applications in had passed – and I had no idea who I was or what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. This seems a completely normal situation now, but at the time it was terrifying. I’d had it drilled into me for the last 12 years that I needed to know exactly who I was, where I was going, and have a 5-point-10-year plan of how I was going to make it happen. Everyone else seemed relatively sure of themselves. I was just glad I’d made it to the end of high school. I’d destroyed so much of myself over the last 5 years that I didn’t have anything left.

No direction, no motivation, no sense of who I was. Then The History Boys found me.

Mum and I rented it one night on a vague recollection she had of it being a good film. This film and these boys changed everything for me.

I saw this group of young kids who had so much joy and passion for learning and for life, and for HISTORY. I had always been quite interested in war history, but this film lit a fire inside me. The determination, the pure, unadulterated and unapologetic enthusiasm these boys had for the acquisition and appreciation of knowledge spoke to me on such a fundamental level. Not to mention the pure, calculated silliness.

This was who I wanted to be. This was who I WAS, and had forgotten. Every single thing these people said resonated with me with absolute pitch-perfection.

I applied for the history course at the University of Western Australia – late fees and all -, I started reading all the non-fiction I could get my hands on, my mum and I booked a holiday to England and France to explore museums and Normandy and streets older than the British colonization of our country.

I had found it – the thing that I was meant to do, the person I had always wanted to be but had always sort of danced around. And I have eight fantastic boys to thank for that, not least of all Mr James Corden who was the familiar face that intrigued me enough to go with mum’s really very vague recommendation and actually watch The History Boys.

I live and breathe history because of those boys and that film, I’m at university because of them, I am who I am because of them. I wish I’d had the opportunity to see the play, but I can’t ask for much more, they have given me so much already.

The second time I was completely lost was exactly this time last year.

I was half-way through my third year as a history major at UWA after having first taken a gap year. I was 21 years old. I was experiencing the worst depression of my life.

I hadn’t been to work in weeks and I’d had to get significant extensions on all of my final assignments because my days literally consisted of lying in bed either crying or sleeping. Everything was exhausting, I felt nothing, and I’d lost joy for absolutely everything. In my most challenging times I had always had history, always had my love of going to uni and learning something new. If I was having a particularly rough time I would watch The History Boys and be reminded of that feeling of joy and wonder. But this time I had none of that. I’d stopped going to classes and I couldn’t even muster up the energy to watch a movie.

I did, however, have my big sister Elizabeth (Bibs, Lib, Libby, Titi, however the mood took me). We’ve always been extremely close. She’d always pull through for me, and this time was no different.

When I was literally suicidal because I was so tired, and so worried about all my responsibilities that I was ignoring, so worried about people always asking how I was and my debilitating need to please them before taking care of myself, so tempted to just make everything and everyone stop and be quiet…Bibs was ALWAYS there. She knew better. She would come by with fun facts and news, funny stuff from Tumblr, a cool song she’d heard, or a drawing she’d done or something. Lately she’d been talking a lot about a tv show called Turn. It sounded cool but I didn’t have the energy to get excited about the fact that my sister was finally interested in history. But thanks to Turn she’d also started seeing this interesting-looking musical called Hamilton: An American Musical that had amazing costumes and an intriguing and gorgeous cast. Again, I was not in a place to be excited for how far down the history rabbit-hole she was starting to fall, but I continued to hold that history-nerd torch deep, deep inside me.

I managed to get through the mid-year break, started seeing a therapist and taking anti-depressants. I had so, SO far to go. But I knew that here, on this earth, with people like my sister and my History Boys, was where I wanted to be.

I started engaging more with my sister’s new-found interest in history. I’d started watching Turn with her. When the full cast recording of Hamilton came out for free in September she would play me a couple of Act I highlights. It was pretty awesome stuff. Having made the decision to go back to uni for second semester rather than defer, I didn’t really have the time to sit down and properly, actively listen to 2 hours and 40 minutes of soundtrack yet.

On October 10 I gave in and straight-up bought the album anyway. I was probably procrastinating, let’s be honest. But I listened to it all the way through. It only took a single listen.

In a matter of days we had booked tickets to see Hamilton on December 8 2015, and we had booked plane tickets to go to New York fucking City.

I was enjoying my course work, I was getting my assignments done on time, I had a trip to NYC with my sister to look forward to, I had Hamilton to look forward to.

I was finding myself again. And this time, my sister was more a part of it than ever before. Hamilton WAS us. It was history and it was theatre (as well as so, so many other things, obviously). It was this beautiful, magical, breath-taking, game-changing synthesis that brought us even closer than before. And ask anyone who knows us, we were already ANNOYINGLY close.

So on December 8 2015 we saw Hamilton.

And on December 12 2015 we saw Hamilton again, by way of some amazing right-place-right-time kind of magic.

And on December 15 at the stage door Chris Jackson - whose strong and inherently GOOD George Washington routinely brings me to tears - was kind enough to write out “history has its eyes on you” for me.  

It was a line that had immediately spoken to me. I just want to learn as much as I can, and I want to put as much positivity, love, knowledge, and joy back into the world as I have been lucky enough to receive by way of history, my family, and the two most important pieces of art in my entire life – The History Boys and Hamilton. It felt right.

And on December 16 I got it tattooed on my right forearm. That night we went back to the stage door to thank everyone again, and I showed Chris the finished product. He took a picture of me on his phone and gave me one of the best hugs I have ever received in my life. SO snuggly. That man exudes love and just…genuine-ness. Everyone had been so kind, so gracious, so patient, and this was the absolute best way to finish off our trip. Lib was flying home the next day, and I was flying to Vancouver to visit my best friend. I had meant to go in the middle of the year but wasn’t well enough. It’s funny how the stars just align sometimes, huh?

So to be sitting on our little couch in Perth, Western Australia last Monday morning and see Hamilton getting that amount of love and respect from everyone in that room and around the world, at an awards show hosted by James Corden who opened WITH the amazing cast of Hamilton, singing THAT opening number?

It emotionally rocked me in the best, most positive and inspiring way possible.

I cannot believe that the last 12 months has happened to me, I cannot believe what I have been lucky (and unlucky) enough to have felt and seen and done.

But mostly, I cannot thank these beautiful people enough.

So to my History Boys, to James, thank you for showing me my path when I had forgotten who I was.

To Lin and Chris and the entire cast and crew of Hamilton, thank you for literally giving me a reason to get out of bed, rejoin life, and rediscover what it feels like to be alive and to be filled with love and passion and life.

And to Elizabeth, thank you for absolutely everything. I am here because of you.

Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now.

Bakery Au!

So Karasuno is a super nice, super cute bakery on the corner that functions as a cafe/coffee house and while it’s customers are like, 80% female, guys love them too because the treats are awesome and other reasons mentioned below. Let’s go!

  • Ukai opened the bakery, solely because he was bored and needed an actual job (he met Suga and Asahi when they were fresh out of college with no actual idea where to start their business.) He is totally in charge (He’s actually not he just sits on the patio and pervs on the cute book store owner across the street)
  • Suga is a pastry chef, a very talented amazing pastry chef who runs the kitchens like a boss. He can make everything from simple treats to foreign delicacies and he loves cooking everyday
  • Daichi is Suga’s best friend that can’t cook worth a damn. He’s only there because he’s a business major and decided to help with the bakery’s finances. Also how could anyone say no to Suga, it’s like saying no to breathing.
  • Asahi is Suga’s other best friend/baker. He’s excels in bread making, finding it relaxing and simple, and he makes it from scratch every day. He’s a bit shy and doesn’t quite have a handle on dealing with customers yet but the baby’s trying
  • Ennoshita runs the drink aspect of the shop, though that mostly means he just takes the orders and makes sure the trouble-making duo don’t break the machines. God bless his soul this boy has the patience of a saint
  • Tanaka and Noya are their barista’s. Tanaka is actually very skilled at making complex, odd coffee drinks. You need a triple shot of expresso double mocha swirly twirly frilly drink, he’s your guy. Enno is constantly amazed that he can pull of these orders so fast without ever making a mistake. Noya is in charge of their simpler drinks, black coffee, hot chocolate, teas of all colors and flavors. He is also only allowed to operate the whip cream cans under supervision.
  • Hinata, Tsukishima, and Shimizu are their wait staff. Hinata baby is so cute and precious and efficient, moving quickly with a sunshine smile on his face. Tsukki is cool and aloof and his fuckking legs man. Shimizu accounts for their 20% male population, because honestly, who the  fuck wouldn’t fall for her. They are all also mild help in the kitchen when baking simple foods. Any of them can recommend something and it will sell out.
  • Yamaguchi and Yachi both applied to be wait staff as well, but both were a tiny bit too nervous to handle dealing with all the people and carrying all the trays(RIP Ukai’s fancy plates) So instead Yachi mans the register since she’s scary good at managing the money quickly and efficiently. Yamayama was put in charge of the to go counter window, dealing with passerby that order sweets- and is constantly charming people into coming back unknowingly.
  • Kageyama bless his poor soul wanted to help out too, But he can’t cook worth a damn and his customer service face is…… yeah. He’s head of cleaning staff, which consists of him and whoever happens to piss off Daichi or Ukai. He washes dishes like a champ tho.
  • Kinnoshita is a pro at baking. Literally his cookies could save Jesus. They are just the best things ever and they sell out by the dozens. Every night before they go home he makes an extra batch and gives them to everyone for a job well done.
  • Narita is Suga’s apprentice chef, and he lends a hand wherever he’s needed. Suga swears he’s Jesus incarnate because of all the help he’s given. 
The Signs in the Last Day of School

Aries: Throws papers in the air and pretends like they’re in High School Musical.

Taurus: Comes in sweatpants and by the end of the day is just completely and utterly done with this bs. 

Gemini: Pranks any one they dislike. Tries to have as much fun as they can for their last day.

Cancer: Hugs all their friends, tries to tell their crush how they feel but chickens out, also cries a little, because we’re all getting older and we will never be younger than we are today.

Leo: Is internally dancing everywhere, brings a huge bag of nachos to school, is so damn ready for the summer. Netflix all night and sleeping all day.

Virgo: Literally burns their books and throws them at the school when they drive by.

Libra: Counts down until school’s out and sprints out of the school as fast as possible.

Scorpio: Calls out everyone who wronged them and is sort of in a trance until the end of the day when they turn into a savage and do what ever tf they want. 

Sagittarius: Speeds through the day and tries their best to make everyone laugh.

Capricorn: Sleeps through the whole day and 

Aquarius: Has their headphones in and thinks about going home the entire day and gets out of there right when school ends.

Pisces: Brings blankets and pillows to school, actually throws all the pillows and blankets in the air when school ends.

Pretend It's Okay- Luke Hemmings

AUTHORS NOTE: this is angst and contains mentions of miscarriage, blood, alcohol and swearing. If any of this bothers you, please don’t read it!

Everything used to feel warm. The day your second child was conceived, it was a humid 90 degrees outside, and the hot sun beat in through your bedroom window as Luke whispered how much he loved you between moans. And three weeks later when your test came out as positive, warmth filled your senses as you hugged your husband and he placed kisses all over your face, talking with quick excitement about baby Hemmings number two.

You felt warm when your son placed his tiny hand on your still flat stomach, asking “a baby in there?” Making tears prickle in the corners of you eyes as you nodded at your son. Luke had ruffled his hair, squatting to be level with him and grinning as wide as you thought was possible.

“You have a little brother or sister in there, bud!” Luke had cheered, placing his hand next to your sons on your stomach. He had rubbed his thumb into your skin, making you savor the touch. You son’s eyes grew even wider before he yelled “I want brother!” And jumped up and down on his tiny legs.

“We’ll see what the stork brings us,” Luke assured his son, removing his hand from your stomach and standing up again. It was warm on the night you had a few friends and family members over to drop the news. It was still early, you knew, but you had announced it this early with the first Hemmings child, and all was amazing. Your cheeks were flushed as Luke helped you get everyone to quiet down.

“We’re pregnant!” You finally yelled, the sentence leaving your mouth in a hot exhale of air. Your friends and family members all gave you comforting hugs, congratulating you on the new addition, asking what the future plans were. You answered all that you could until Luke could tell you were getting overwhelmed. Coming to your rescue as usual, he pressed his always clammy hand to your back and grinned at you.

Now, everything was cold. The night you woke up with a terrible stomach ache, it was only 45 degrees outside. When you reached the threshold of your bathroom, the tile was cold under your bare feet. The toilet seat was cold when you sat down on it and tried to collect your thoughts. Your hands were cold as you called for Luke. The water he brought you was ice cold, straight from your fridge. The only thing from that night that wasn’t cold was the blood trickling into the water below you, signalling that something was very very wrong. You could easily venture to say that Luke’s previously untouched phone was cold when he dialled 911, and you know that his hands were freezing and sweating at once while he held your hands.

Once you got to the hospital, the unforgiving metal of the examination table was cold. The look on the late night nurse’s face was emotionless, and the sonogram equipment was chilly against your stomach. You felt your heart stop beating when there was no heartbeat to be found for your baby, and when the nurse called for the doctor in a professional yet frantic way, you knew what had happened. The doctor delivered your news in grim fashion - you had lost the baby and you needed surgery.

Your procedure was under way in 30 minutes, and Calum later told you that Luke spent the whole time shivering, hunched over in the unforgiving plastic chairs of the hospital. Calum had asked if he could do anything. Luke shook his head. “Everything is just…cold.”

After the procedure, you had to stay the night in a hospital bed. Luke crawled into it with you, and the two of you cried together over what you had just lost. The metal railing from the bed pressing into your back was ice cold.

When you were sent home, you had to face your son. He was as innocent as ever, blabbing about his night at Uncle Michael’s house. His toys were spread around him on the living room floor as he nonchalantly said “I can’t wait until baby can play with me.”

You got up quickly, excusing yourself to the bathroom, where you turned the faucet as cold as it would go and splashed your face, the cold burn shocking your senses.

Luke explained to your son that the baby had to go away because it was needed somewhere else. Shivers raced down your spine that night when you shrunk away from your husband’s touch.

Four months later, Luke had made an art out of avoiding coming home. You pretended that you were okay, putting on a show for the family members who asked and your curious coworkers. You were recovering, you said. Your relationship with Luke was stronger than ever, you told everyone, plastering your best smile onto your face. Your son had stopped asking. No more “where’s Dada?” Questions were sent your way as you made dinner for the two of you. Your son was always well asleep by the time Luke managed to stumble his way home.

Today, you had had enough of him. Your alarm clock blinked 12:27am at you in dim yellow numbers. You stared at it until your eyes burned. Eventually, you heard the unmistakable sound of the door opening, signaling Luke being home. The sound used to put excitement in your veins, but now it just caused anger to bubble up. Luke was the love of your life, but you were so angry at him. Angry at the way he handled the miscarriage, angry at the way he started to treat you and his friends. His method was to pretend that everything was just fine and drink away any bad memories.

His heavy footsteps neared the bedroom door and you sat up straight. The door swung open and Luke walked in, eyes glassy and red. He was obviously intoxicated as he stumbled to the bed and laid down flat on his back next to you.

“Luke. We have to talk.” You spoke, trying your best to put steel in your voice.

“No, no we don’t.” He mumbled, trying uselessly to kick his shoes off. “Everything is okay.” Emotion bubbled in the pit of your stomach. Clenching your fists, you fought back the hot tears gathering in the inner corners of your eyes and tried to focus on what you needed to say to your husband.

“We can’t just pretend that this didn’t happen to us. We can’t pretend that we didn’t lose a child. Burying our shit is not helping anything. Your recent addiction to anything containing alcohol isn’t helping our relationship or the one you have with your son. This is not working, Luke.” Your voice cracked as you came to terms with what you’ve been trying to push away for months. Your marriage was falling apart.

“What the fuck do you want me to tell you, Y/N?” Luke sneered, sitting up straight on the bed. “We lost a kid, okay? I get it. I acknowledge it. But I don’t want to remember it. End of story.” Your mouth hung open, not able to believe he had just told you he wanted to forget the loss of your second child.

“Why the hell did you have to leave us, then? Your son needs you Luke. I need you. All I do is think about what went wrong, why it happened. My only distractions are work and taking care of our child because you’re never fucking here anymore.” Your voice finally got the edge you wanted to achieve despite your heart feeling like it was falling apart. Luke shook his head, grabbing a handful of his hair. He wasn’t answering fast enough for your liking, so your voice rose again as you spoke to him.

“Jesus fuck. You don’t even care, do you? Do you even love me anymore? I damn sure don’t feel like you do. If I knew that me losing a child would cause you to stop loving me I would’ve prepared a long time ago. You’ve always had this pretend everything is okay method, and its all such bullshit. You’re the most ridiculous person I’ve met, Luke Hemmings. Any other husband would be there for their child and wife after a tragedy, but you spend more time at some bar filled with skanks than at home where you’re needed.”

He dropped his head, bringing his hands up to hide his face in them. You could see him shaking from the force of his crying. Of course seeing him like this pulled at your heart and caused tears to well up in your eyes. You loved Luke even though he had been such a disaster. Through hiccupping sobs, your husband managed to speak to you.

“Of course I love you, Y/N. I’ll never not love you, I swear to god. You’re the only thing I want and of course I love our son so much. More than I can describe.” He took a pause, sucking in a shuttering breath. He wiped at the fresh tear tracks on his pale skin, although more fell right after. “I- I don’t know why I thought leaving was the right thing to do. I just felt so useless here. The night after, oh god, that night you didn’t even let me touch you. My heart broke that night, Y/N. It felt like the ultimate sign that you didn’t want me anymore. Like I had failed you or something. I understand if you’re done with me. I’ve been such a shitty husband and father and there’s no way I could blame you for leaving me. I probably deserve it anyway.” Somehow his large frame seemed to shrink, and in the moment Luke seemed like the most vulnerable person on the earth. He didn’t dare to make eye contact with you, and you were crying quietly as you watched your husband fall apart in front of you.

“Luke,” you tried, your voice coming out in a small, broken whisper. “Luke. Luke please look at me.” You grabbed for his hand, carefully trying to obtain his attention. His eyes were swollen and red when he slowly looked up, meekly making eye contact with you. He visibly flinched when he saw the tears on your face that matched with his. “I’m not going to leave you. I still love you so much, even with these past few months. I couldn’t go on without you with me. But that’s the thing here Luke. I need you with me, not just coming home to crawl in bed at 1 am and leaving again by 7. I need you with me to help me get over what we experienced. It isn’t something either of us can do alone.” He nodded his head along with your every word.

“I want to be honest here. Its gonna take a lot of time to get back to where we were. I’ve felt so alone and hurt while you were leaving, and I can’t fix it all in a week.” Luke had regained his composure now, becoming comfortable with your hand on his. He laced your fingers together, scanning your face for any hint of distress.

“Of course, baby. Of course. I understand that, and I don’t expect you to be fine right away.” He shook his head, looking down at his lap. “What did I do to deserve you, Y/N? How did I get so lucky to have someone who will keep me after I’ve fucked up so bad?” His voice cracked and fresh tears rolled down to his chin, getting caught up in his stubble.

“I love you, Luke. We’re gonna make everything okay again, I promise.” Your voice was a whisper as Luke leveled his head with yours again. Out of pure instinct, his head moved closer to yours until your lips connected. It was still for a second, awkward almost, like the first time you had kissed. In a few short seconds, the both of you fell into the familiarity of each other. Luke kept a firm grasp on your neck as you parted, his fingers spanning across your skin. It had been so long since he touched you or kissed your and your body felt rejuvenated.

“I promise we’ll make this right,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his embrace.

boyfriend! mingyu

Originally posted by mountean

  • a really extra boyfriend
  • loves making jokes
  • and telling u abt them
  • like outta nowhere he’d come up to u and would be like “hey wanna hear what genius thing i came up with this time?”
  • teasing u 
  • loves back hugs!!!!! like wrapping his arms around ur waist and resting his chin atop of ur head
  • he’s a big sucker for neck kisses
  • like if u want to ask him for something and need to do some convincing just kiss him there and he’ll melt 
  • “…..fine”
  • occasionally surprises you by cooking you dinner
  • like you’ll just come home from a long day of work/school and he’d welcome you at the door with an apron and a big smile
  • “what are you doing here???”
  • “being the best boyfriend ever duh what else”
  • accepts thanks in form of kisses
  • honestly the type to wear “kiss the chef” aprons
  • outdoor dates!! like going mountain hiking or camping 
  • he’d pack ramen in his bag lol 
  • loves putting his arm around your shoulders in public
  • just to show everyone that you’re taken
  • gentle forehead kisses!!! 
  • like when he’s walking you home at night and you guys get to the front door he’ll gently grab you by your shoulders and press his lips against your forehead
  • he’ll tell u the softest goodnight u’ll ever hear
  • and he’d just linger there for a little bit more bc he knows he has to leave but he doesn’t really want to
  • texts you to come hang out at the dorm!!
  • when you get there half the time you’d find the dorm empty except for mingyu and other times it’s so loud bc the boys are playing some kind of game
  • “you’re finally here! ive been waiting for 500 years!!”
  • “its only been 20 minutes chill”
  • “in my book thats equal to 500 years “
  • when you’re out on dates and it’s late and chilly he’d automatically strip off his jacket and place it over your shoulders
  • and when you look at him like???? he’d just give u a cute lil shy smile omg
  • when you’re sick he’d come over and cook you all his home remedies for sickness
  • while lecturing you about getting sick
  • “i cant believe you got sick”
  • “i thought idiots dont get colds”
  • “mingyu shut up”
  • he’d put on some movie that wonwoo gave him to “put u at ease since ur  sick” 
  • “i honestly have no idea what it’s about but i trust wonwoo”
  • the type to ask you “me or _____?” as a joke but then gets salty when you dont say him
  • “hey mingyu can u pass me the sauce?”
  • “why dont you go ask minghao to pass u the sauce since u like him more than u like me”
  • he’d pass u the sauce anyway
  • his saltiness would only last like 5 minutes then he’ll forget about it
  • cuddling on the couch!!! with ur legs over his lap and some type of snack there for you two to munch on
  • sometimes when mingyus feeling extra cuddly he pats his legs for you to sit on his lap
  • cooking dinner together!!!!
  • he’ll tell you funny stories that the guys did while you guys are sharing the small space together, enjoying making you laugh
  • loves to hear u laugh
  • like he’d poke at your sensitive spots to hear u giggle
  • or tell you lame jokes that has u rolling ur eyes but u cant help but let out a small giggle
  • omg if u ever see a bug and scream he’ll come rushing over like “!!!! what!!! what happened!!!!”
  • but then when he sees it was just a bug he’d be like…….. u….. i’m leaving….. i can’t believe……
  • he’d kill it in the end anyway lmao
  • for your anniversary he’d buy you a diamond necklace that he’s been saving up for months for 
  • he’d put it on you himself like he’d tell you to hold up your hair and he’d come in really close like he was going to hug you
  • and he’d peer over your shoulders so he  could see what he was doing 
  • and when he steps back to look at it on your neck he’d just give you a smile with a special sparkle in his eyes and kind of mutters
  • “it’s beautiful on you”
  • he’d always gaze at you with that “wow i can’t believe youre mine” look in his eyes whenever youre not looking
  • and he’d wipe it right off his face when you turn back to look at him
  • if you ever catch him he’d put up a front like he’d scoff and would be like “me? do that? funny.”
  • he tells you he loves you for the first time late at night when you’re cuddled together on the bed at your house and your head is on his chest and he’s about to fall asleep
  • and he just cranes his neck to kiss the top of your head and mumbles “i love you” against your hair
  • after that first time, he continues to tell you he loves you at moments that you aren’t expecting it
  • like whenever you catch his eye and when the moment is right, he’ll just say it with a smile on is lips
  • whenever he isn’t feeling well he’d find you and just rest his head against your shoulder
  • loves it when you run your fingers through his hair
  • tells you about his problems over a cup of coffee, honestly just enjoying your company, like you wouldn’t need to give him comforting words or anything
  • he’d just be comforted by your presence 
  • loves falling asleep while laying in ur lap but would never admit this
  • becomes a giant blushing mess whenever one of the boys mentions u 
  • whenever you do something cute he’d coo and would pinch your cheeks
  • “awwwwwwwwwww omg”
  • just a giant puppy!!!