but him on draft day i cry

this was such a nice scene!!

anonymous asked:

My partner is set to deploy next month. This will be our 3rd deployment since we got together. It has me thinking about Sterek Military fics. Marines, Army, Navy, Navy Seal, Spec Ops, whatever I will take them all. Bless you and this blog for getting me through many lonely nights.

Awwww, sending your partner good vibes and well wishes!  Tried to find you some completed fics with happy endings bb, hope they help <3  -Emmy

Originally posted by super-hoech

I’m Coming Home by redhoodedwolf 

(1,031 I Teen I Complete)  *military!Stiles

Prompt from Tumblr:
I’m not sure if your still doing prompts… but if you are I would love you forever if you could write a Military!AU, where Stiles surprises Derek be coming back early!! Very FLUFFY!!!

Everyday Will Be Like a Holiday by wirewrappedlily 

(1,395 I General I Complete)  *soldier!Derek

When Stiles woke at ten the next morning, Derek was curled tight around him, Erica’s head in the dip of Derek’s waist, and Isaac’s thin form thrown over their legs, Scott lying around both Stiles and Isaac while Lydia slept in as small a ball as possible on Stiles’s chest, Boyd’s hand on her head as if she’d had a nightmare. Stiles smiled to himself, going back to staring at Derek’s sleeping features. The curve of his eyelashes and the relaxed shape of his mouth. He wanted to trace his finger over the line of Derek’s nose, leave hickies over the straight edge of Derek’s jaw. It was new and old and so good Stiles wanted to cry.

Derek was home.

Coming Home For Christmas by Nerdy_fangirl_57 

(1,780 I General I Complete) *soldier!Derek, married!sterek

Stiles was trying to be the best dad he could be for his little girl after Derek was drafted into the military 3 months ago. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel like crying when Alex tells him that all she wants for Christmas is for Santa to bring her papa back home. 

What a Difference a Day Makes by the_gramophone 

(1,888 I General I Complete)   *soldier!Stiles

Derek is struggling not to feel lonely this Valentine’s Day, but he does his best to put on a brave and happy face for his daughter. Both their days take a turn for the better when they get an unexpected surprise.

Home Without a Heart by 138andcounting 

(2,145 I Not Rated I Complete)   *marine!Derek

Derek leave the Marines due to an injury, and finds himself in a small town in California, Beacon Hills. Not being able to stop helping others, he joins the police, where he meets 18-year-old Stiles Stilinski. A year of dating later, they moved to NY for Stiles to go to college. After dating for two years, Derek get’s an unexpected visitor.

Coming Home by Ella Dean Pendragon 

(2,277 I General I Complete)  *soldier!Derek

It’s been three hundred and seventy six days since he left and Stiles has been living each day as it comes but all that is about to change. Non werewolf AU. Army AU, Sterek, Slash. Other pairings Scisaac, Dethan and Lydia/Aiden.

A Soldier Surprise by Eburn 

(2,765 I General I Complete)  *soldier!Derek

The one where Derek is a Soldier and Stiles is at Uni, and they’re engaged. Derek surprises Stiles by coming home early.

Traveling Soldier by Angelwithwingsoffire 

(3,006 I Not Rated I Complete)  *soldier!Derek

Stiles works in a diner when one day a soldier walks in, dressed in army greens and sits down at one of Stiles’s booths. They end up talking and soon enough Stiles is sending letters off to one Sergeant Derek Hale, until one day, the letters stop.

Thank God Your Heart is Too Close by hoars 

(3,469 I Not Rated I Complete)  *soldier!Derek

There’s a boy, (“Fuck you, dude. I’m seventeen. Not fifteen.” Stiles laughs in his memory) waiting for him back home.

Coming Home by WyldeWombat (orphan_account) 

(3,766 I Teen I Complete)  *soldier!Derek

Derek joined the military over four years ago, and Stiles doesn’t get to see his mate very much. In fact, he hasn’t seen Derek in over a year. Little does he know, Derek is coming home.

In the Air, On Land, On Sea by enthroned 

(6,443 I General I Complete)   *marine!Derek, marine!Stiles

In which Derek is a marine on his way home.  He meets Stiles, a marine on his way to war.

Marine Sergeant Hale by Angelwithwingsoffire 

(6,258 I Not Rated I Complete)  *marine!Derek

Stiles has been bullied for years and it gets worse when the Sheriff is deployed one last time. One day, in the middle of the daily beating, a Marine comes to his rescue. A very hot and muscular Marine who also happens to be in uniform. And unbeknownst to Stiles, they’ve met before. Stiles can’t remember but Derek remembers it all.

If You’re Not Here to Turn the Lights Off (I Can’t Sleep) by losingmyangelgrace 

(7,234 I Explicit I Complete)  *marine!Derek, teacher!Stiles

“Honey! I’m home!” Stiles shouted into the empty apartment as he moved quickly through to the kitchen, dumping his backpack onto bench before crossing to the fridge and crossing off another day on the calendar. A month and a half. That was how long was left until Derek came home, until he was safe. Everyday felt like a lifetime to Stiles.

Grace - Prologue by Venchaser 

(9,655 I Explicit I Complete)  *historical au, WWII au, soldier!Derek, doctor!Stiles

Twoshot - Prologue (Complete) . It is the 1939, the world is on the brink of a second World War. Stiles is the son of a wealthy high ranking ministry official. His friend and childhood protector Derek Hale is off to the same medical school as he is, with the financial help of his own father, something Stiles is not too happy about, though he won’t admit it to himself that there might be feelings involved. Yet.

The Last Time by clawstoagunfight

(10,874 I Explicit I Complete)  *Soldier!Stiles

Stiles is leaving in the morning and Derek can’t find the words to say how he feels. Instead, he shows him.

Secrets of Suburbia by GiaUrsula 

(17,338 I Mature I Complete)  *historical au, Soldier!Derek

Lydia Martin was the Queen Bee of Beacon Hills so it was her job to welcome her husband’s nephew, Derek, and his new wife into the neighbourhood. Derek has returned home after service in Korea to settle down and marry his sweetheart, Gen, who Lydia becomes fast friends with. But after stumbling upon Derek cheating on Gen, she isn’t sure what to think. But who was the man she saw him with? Who is Stiles?

Air Mail by Handsofred 

(20,229 I Not Rated I Complete)  *soldier!derek, dad!derek, teacher!stiles

‘’Oh my god’’ Stiles breathed out as heavy booted footsteps faded away down the hall. ‘’oh my god’’

‘’Stiles?’’ Allison asked as he scrambled around the desk searching for the last letter before he was thrusting it at their faces.

‘’It’s him…my soldier…it’s him, it’s Mattie’s dad’’ He told them, his eyes wide as Allison took the letter from him, ‘’oh my god, oh my god and I fainted in front of him…oh Jesus Christ’’

Protecting Home by countrygirlsfun 

(38,400 I Mature I Complete)   *soldier!Stiles, Teacher!Derek

Stiles Stilinski is now an ex-army sniper and engaged to kindergarten teacher Derek Hale. All he wants is to leave his military service and experiences behind him so he can move on and build his life with Derek.

But it isn’t always easy when the battlefield follows you home.

I’ll Be Seeing You by thepsychicclam 

(81,489 I Explicit I Complete)  *soldier!derek, WWII au, historical au

In the summer of 1941, with the country on the brink of war, diner waiter Stiles meets Derek Hale, an army soldier just passing through Beacon Hills.

Imagine Dating Both Steve and Bucky In The 40s

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

- Being best friends since childhood

- Having to keep your relationship private since society would be less than understanding

- The three of you sharing an apartment together and working your butts off just to get by

- Steve drawing you 

- Going out together and trying to teach Steve to dance

- Bucky making you laugh when your upset

- Trying to get Steve to see himself how you see him

- Having to play nurse to Steve after he gets into fights

- Worrying constantly over Bucky getting drafted

- Trying to wait until your alone to cry after Bucky tells you he got called up

- Actually crying and screaming at Steve when he volunteers 

“Y/N you don’t understand!”

- “No you don’t understand Rogers! I’m already loosing Bucky, I can’t loose you    too!”

- Him leaving you anyway

- Trying to write them everyday

- Sometimes you’re too tired from worry and working all day in the factories 

- Seeing Steve in the news reals and being amazed

- Like hot damn!

- Going to a USO show to see him and having a heated reunion somewhere backstage

- Worrying about Bucky more sometimes because he seems a different person in his letters these days

- Finding out about Bucky through a letter from Steve

- You’ re just barley starting to manage getting out of bed in the morning when a  woman named Agent Carter shows up at your door

- Peggy becoming your friend after the war 

- Trying to make sure Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are remembered until the day you die

I’m here

Taeyong comforts you after a really shitty day. You don’t think you deserve such a great boyfriend.

for @cremethorns this was supposed to be a different idea but i didn’t like it anymore so i changed it to this. i like it though and hopefully my good buddy carmen does too ^^ enjoy

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anonymous asked:

Nolan and Nico have been rooming together, according to an interview. And have said multiple times they have gotten to know each other. And that they're be both be happy for each other, regardless who goes first on draft day. I think it's great, and sweet that they have become friends, despite the media trying hype them against each other.

“And they were roommates!”
“Oh my god, they were roommates.”

I can’t believe? how supportive they are of each other. Truly chill, kind boys who only want the best for each other. I hope they stay in touch and become close friends and laugh at all the articles that are like “Hischier bests Patrick in pull-ups” (I think Nolan did make a joke about that).


Jimin could tell you were not happy. From the way you walked in, to the way you said hello, to the 3 massive sighs you huffed while taking off the layers of clothing and shoes at the door. Although he wanted to know what was wrong, he was also rather apprehensive.

The last time you were in a mood like this, the two of you had one of the biggest fights in your 3 year relationship. Jimin did not want that to happen again, so instead he just stayed quiet, flipping the magazine pages. It wasn’t until you plopped down on the couch next to him, that he finally closed the magazine and looked at you.

How was your day? His rather cheery smile made you scowl even more. It’s not that you wanted to be mad at Jimin, but right now you didn’t want to talk about it. You just wanted to sit in your own self-pity and think of varying revenge schemes.

Jimin, I love you, but can you go away? You said rather quickly, while pinching the bridge of your nose.

You didn’t want to cry in front of him and you knew that if you started talking about the day, you would end up in tears on the floor. So as the pit of guilt grew in your stomach, you watched the smile fade off of Jimin’s usually happy face and he got up. Silently walking to your shared bedroom, Jimin closed the door.

You sat there in a bit of dismay. Jimin usually just rolled his eyes whenever you said something like that, but here he was completely taking what you said and locking himself away. You looked at the closed door and the tears pooled out of your eyes.

Jimin sat on the bed and tried to think of ways to make you happy. He didn’t want to get in your way and he saw how the tears brimmed your eyes. He didn’t understand why you hated to cry in front of him, but he wanted you to release those emotions, even if that meant he couldn’t comfort you.

 When he heard you sniffle from the opposite end of the door, Jimin couldn’t take it. He opened the door and saw you sitting on the floor, your back leaning against the couch as you hugged your legs to your chest. Jimin’s heart ached for you and he walked up, kneeling down and wrapping his strong arms around you. 

When you felt him envelope you in his embrace, you leaned into the warmth. His broad chest made it easy for you to nuzzle close to him and you found comfort in hearing his heartbeat in your ear. Jimin rest his head on top of yours and breathed in your hair. The faint scent of your floral shampoo made its way to his nostrils and his body felt as if it would melt.

What happened today? He asked softly as you continued to burrow yourself further into his chest. He chuckled as you continued to try to avoid the question and snuggle up to him. Babe, c’mon. You finally lifted your gaze. Your eyes were red and slightly puffy. You mouth was swollen. And your breathing was slightly ragged.

Work sucks. You huffed. Your body slumped against Jimin’s chest as he stroked your back. Everyone just blames me for everything. I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t make one mistake, yet somehow I’m everyone’s punching bag. You continued to tell Jimin about your day at work as he tried his best to suppress his anger.

He hated the people you worked with, they were so miserable and hateful that they would end up stopping at nothing to bring you down. He had drafted a few plans in his head, but you had shot him down. Now you sat in his arms crying and all he wanted to do was roundhouse kick all of them.

You looked at him through blurred vision. Jimin? You asked.

Yes, babe. He replied.

Can we bake something? Your eyes sparkled when he laughed and got up. The two of you found yourselves in the kitchen with aprons on as you called out the varying ingredients.

You laughed as flour found its way into Jimin’s dark locks and he smiled as you found chocolate on your forehead.

As the sun set, the two of you enjoyed your freshly made cookies. Sitting on the couch with your aprons still on, flour and sugar strewn about the counters and the mixing bowls still dirtied in the sink. The two of you dunked the cookies in cold glasses of milk and smiled at the tv show that was now playing. The horrible work day long forgotten as the two of you nibbled away.

The Stromes and McDavids - Part III

(1) (2) (4)

Word Count: 1436

Player: Connor McDavid (Edmonton Oilers/Erie Otters)

Warning/s: mild swearing

This is a repost of my own work!

Originally posted by mcdraii

A high-pitched scream escaped your mouth. Mrs. Dawson from next door looked up from her garden work in shock, shaking her head before continuing. You were unbelievably excited, jumping up and down with adrenaline pumping through your veins. 

But there was something off with your happiness. A feeling of nausea had taken over your stomach, making you feel like you were about to throw up, right next to the front door. This mix of feelings was odd, but you were just so nervous that it was probably normal.

“What happened?”, Matt asked, sprinting into the direction of the noise. 

He was followed by the heavy steps of Dylan on the stairs, as both of them came to a stop in front of you, staring at you in shock.

“What the fuck? You sounded like you were being murdered!”, Dylan exclaimed when he saw you standing there in one piece.

But you couldn’t answer. Instead, you held the envelope up in front of his face, showing the visible header of the University of Alberta. There it was. Your answer. What you had been waiting for in the last months. The day had come where your dreams would either come true or fall apart.

After Toronto had already accepted you, this letter wouldn’t decide your future. But it would decide whether your dream was coming true, or you would just simply go to college back home in Toronto.

“Oh shit.”, Matt breathed, both of them fixated on the envelope.

Dylan pulled you into the house, shutting the front door. He steered you into the kitchen, placing the envelope on the counter.

“Open it!”, he ordered.

“No. I can’t!”, you whispered, voice barely audible.

“What? But you need to know!”, Matt objected.

“But- I don’t want to see a no. What if they didn’t take me? And Ryan isn’t even here. He should be here when I open it.”

Dylan sighed, shaking you lightly with his hands on your shoulders, as Matt took out his phone.

“If it’s a no, it’s still going to be a no in a few days. Open it. You won’t be able to concentrate on anything else if you don’t. You know you want it.”

“But what about Ryan?”, you asked.

“I’m practically there.”

You turned to see Matt, holding up his phone with his camera on you and your twin. On the display was your oldest brother, looking as excited as all of you were. 

“Fine.”, you sighed. 

You carefully picked up the envelope, holding it at a safe distance, almost like you were expecting it to start spraying acid into your face or if it was going to burn you. But it didn’t hurt you. Instead, you opened it slowly, pulling out a stack of pages with the written part facing down. 

“Ready?”, Ryan asked.

“Absolutely not.”, you muttered, but you turned it around.

Your eyes scanned over the first page as your brothers were staring at you in suspense. Your heart started pounding, and you let out a loud triumphant scream.

“I’m in! I made it! I’m in!”, you screeched, totally not realizing what was happening. You’d be able to cope with it later.

Before you even knew what was happening, Dylan had tackled you onto the floor, under the loud laughs of Matt.

“I’m in!”, you yelled again.

“You’re in!”, Matt joined in, as Dylan was still hugging you, effectively capturing you on the floor. It would’ve been weird if someone had just entered the house, with all four (well three and a half because of Ryan’s facetime presence) Stromes screaming.

“I told you so!”, Dyl grinned when he got up. 

He extended a hand and pulled you up along with him, both of you looking at Ryan on the display.
Your drove your hand through your hair and stared at all of them with wide eyes, wondering what you were supposed to do now. The tension that you had gotten so used to in the last months had disappeared. You were just happy. So unbelievably happy.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/n.”, Ryan laughed.

“Yeah. Me too.”, you mumbled.

“Please finish the exercise on your own now. You got a few minutes left.”, your teacher said, focusing on her own work (which was basically reading the newspaper on her tablet).

You stared down at your sheet, scribbling your answers on the pre-printed lines, finishing early. It wasn’t that hard, and it got you time to look around class, looking at your classmates and the window. You were so focused that you almost gasped in surprise when a little note landed in front of you.

You got in? Sorry for acting like a douche. Proud of you - C

Turning around, you found that Connor - who had the table next to you - was looking at you, smiling apologetically. You hadn’t really talked ever since he had gone out on you after you told him, but there he was. The supporting best friend as always. The bad part about that: You were really sure you wanted him to be your boyfriend. But that wasn’t going to happen. Now that you knew for sure you were going to Edmonton, even the smallest chance had disappeared.

Yeah. Future student of UAlberta. It’s fine.

You watched your teacher carefully before you threw the note back, proud that it landed on his table. No one noticed anything, as Connor unfolded the paper and read the message.

He was just about to reply something when the bell freed you from class and you quickly put your binder into your bag. Finishing to clean up your table, you stood up with Connor waiting for you.

“How did your parents react?”, he asked when you walked through the door.

“I think it’s okay. They’re used to Ryan being gone and they still have Matt. It will be worse when he moves out. But Mom is getting all emotional about me growing up.”, you giggled with a roll of your eyes.

“Yeah, tell me about it. I think my Mom will most certainly cry at the Draft. And she’s convinced that I can’t survive on my own.”, Connor chuckled. 

You reached your locker and made a quick stop. Opening the door with your combination, you put in some books, taking out your calculator instead. When you looked back at Connor, his gaze seemed fixated on something. 

Following his line of sight you saw the picture of him, Dylan and you on your first day of Senior Year. It was just the three of you laughing about a stupid joke that Dylan made, but all of you looked so different. Amazing how much a person can change over one year.

“It seems like years away.”, you smiled, gently closing the door.

“Yeah. I know. It’s weird.”, Connor replied, focusing his gaze back to you.

“I will not miss High School, though.”, you laughed.

“Maybe some of the people. But not School itself. And definitely not Math.”, Connor groaned as you entered the Cafeteria. It was time for the lunch break and time for your ways to separate.

Although you were close with Connor and Dylan (obviously) and some of the other Otters, you almost never sat at lunch with them. You didn’t like the attention that the other students were giving them. They were always wondering how you could be accepted by that group and how you were always invited to their parties and get-togethers. The simple concept of you not pining after them seemed to be out of their reach.

So you sat with your other group of friends, your girlfriends that were quieter and less the center of attention.

The two off you came to a stop in front of the table at which the hockey players were sitting, with Dylan already waiting. He cocked an eyebrow at you and Connor but he seemed amused, focusing back on his pile of food.

“You sitting with us?”, Connor asked.

“Nah, I’m gonna sit with the others.”, you explained.

“Then I guess see you later? You could help me with some studying.”

“Sure. See you then.”

You said hi to the boys, gave Connor a smile and turned around to leave, stealing an apple from Dylan’s plate before he could realize it.

“Hey!”, he complained.

“Oh come on. You’re not gonna eat that anyway. Thanks.”, you smirked, walking over to your already waiting friends.

Honestly, there’s got to be more to life than trying not to frustrated cry at work, so here’s a bit of the next chapter draft of I Had Rather to remind myself that other things exist. 

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow Than A Man Swear He Loves Me

“Tell me what you want.”

The wall is hard against Louis’s back. He’s been getting steadily madder and madder all day long, trapped by this stupid flat he hates, missing Nick, trying to figure out how the fuck he’s going to get through next week in America when he can’t go one fucking day without him. He knows he needs Nick too much, he’s not an idiot. He’s fucked up and everything’s upside down. He’s terrified of taking Nick home with him, and terrified of not. He’s scared about leaving him and going away. He’s sick of feeling like this, tense and scared and like someone’s turned him up so he’s vibrating at eleven. He’s tired of being this fucked up.

He turns his head away. Puppy wanders out of the kitchen and back into the living room, not even sparing them a glance.

“Louis,” Nick says. He slides his hand down until he can circle his fingers around Louis’s wrist. “Are you just in a bad mood, or is it something else? Cos if it’s just a bad mood I can just leave you alone. Me and Puppy don’t need to stay. Not if you don’t want us to.”

Louis shrugs a shoulder. He still doesn’t look at Nick. He’s getting hard, just from Nick bracketing him in like this. It’s stupid how easy he is for it.

“We’ll go,” Nick says. “Unless you tell me to stay.”

Sometimes it’s like his words are just being held prisoner in his chest. Stay, he wants to say. Please, please stay. He can’t make them come out of his mouth.


“Stay,” Louis says. His voice’s rough. “Please.”

I know I haven’t made a personal post in a while, explanation for that coming (seriously it’s in my drafts), but I feel like I have to break the silence for this. The dog up there (Stevy) was mine for almost my entire life, since I was five years old, and yesterday we had to put him down. He did not show that he was in pain at all until the day he died. I am absolutely heartbroken. I miss him already, so much.

Please send pics of your own happy, healthy dogs, fic recommendations (angst is okay - crying is cool when it’s about other people’s problems), happy stories, or just come say hi. I can’t promise I’ll reply, but I promise I will appreciate it, from the bottom of my heart.

It doesn’t matter that I’ve lived in my apartment for fifteen years. Because the day that you come home, I’m throwing a house warming party. Because it wasn’t home, without you.

One day we are going to have children. We will love them since the day they are born and the same way for the rest of our lives. We are going to teach them right from wrong. But most of all, We will tell them that you don’t need love to complete you.

The day that my son asks me to paint his room pink, I’ll ask him “what shade?”

The day that my daughter asks me to buy her boys section clothing for middle school, I’ll buy her everything we can afford to. I won’t tell her that it looks bad because of the section it came from. Some of the greatest people from from the worst backgrounds. The same rule applies.

The day that our son starts feeling depressed, we will support him. We will find him a therapist and we will tell him that it is okay. We won’t hold triggering things in our house and we won’t tell him that mental illness doesn’t exist. We tell him that it will get better.

The day that our daughter comes home with bruises from school fights, her father will teach her how to use her words. My husband will teach her how to make the world a better place, one bully at a time.

The day our son comes home and says that he is in love with the most wonderful man, we will support him. We will make his boyfriend feel like a member of our family.

The day that our daughter tries out for the boys football team, we will tell her that being different is not only okay, but encouraged. We will challenge the school board. Eventually, she makes the football team.

The day that our son asks if he can buy a velvet gown for junior prom. We will buy him a tiara too. He never looked more amazing.

The day that our daughter has me drop her off around the block from her friends house, I will take no offense. The world is a harsh place. Especially high school. I will tell her to be safe.

The day that my son gets his heartbroken, we will tell him that it is okay to cry. We will tell him that crying does not make him less of a man. We tell him it will be okay. He tells us he needs us.

The day my daughter tells us that she has been born into the wrong body, we will say “how can we help?” She graciously cried and we accepted him more than anything.

The day my sons leave for college, I will cry, and they will cry too. The roles reverse, they tell us that it will be okay.


I'm probably going to cry if/when Marc Andre Fleury gets traded.

While it’s more than probable he’ll get picked up by Las Vegas in the expansion draft, I could also see him going to Buffalo. Either way, I’m heart broken.

I remember the day he got drafted. I was a goalie for my middle school’s deck hockey team, and I also just played for fun. Flower was my idol. I admired him so much for his skill, but also for being such an upstanding person and a class act in a business run by money-driven egomaniacs.

He’s the main reason I stayed a Penguins fan after Lemieux retired and the franchise almost got sold to Kansas City. He’s the reason I would finish my homework early so I could stay up to watch the hockey games. He’s the reason I ran through my neighborhood with my shirt off in 2009 when he made the game winning save against Detroit to win the Stanley Cup.

No matter where he goes, I will always be a fan, and I will never forget what he’s done for this hockey club and for me. I’ll miss you, Flower.

RFA + V on a Rainy Day

a/n: hi!! i got this ask but i FORGOT to put in V so here ya go! this is a bit short ( and been stuck on my drafts i cry ) but i hope you like it!! we srsly need more fluff LOLOLOLOL


  • zen is not exactly that fond of the rain
  • there are times where he enjoys it and the other not
  • he sometimes wishes the moment it starts for it to stop asap
  • he doesn’t like the sticky feeling the rain gives him whenever he gets wet since most of the times whenever it rains is either him going to practice or him going home from practice
  • he gets a bit annoyed at the fact that he couldn’t rehearse or practice properly whenever it rains because it distracts him a bit – kind of like getting the feeling of focusing more on the sound of its downpour rather than his own rehearsal lines
  • the coldness of the air and the humidity of the environment just makes his energy dissipate to thin air aka he gets a bit lazy when it rains
  • but he does enjoy the relaxing feeling he gets whenever he hears the raindrops against the ceiling or as it falls down to the sidewalk or the sound of the tiny puddles of water on the road getting stepped on by passers-by
  • he just generally dislikes getting wet in his clothes whenever it rains ( he oftentimes forgets to bring an umbrella since he starts his day with the hot sun and ends it with the cold rain )
  • he likes the peace and quiet relaxation it gives him, like it’s a soft lullaby of a music that soothes his tired nerves
  • he likes staying at home, sipping a hot drink ( be it a coffee or a hot chocolate but he enjoys tea more – Chamomile to be exact ) while reading & practicing his musical play scripts
  • he strangely finds it comforting and he can focus a bit more if he’s home alone practicing while it rains because 11/10 no other distractions
  • the pitter patter of the rain is his gentle companion


  • jaehee finds the rain comforting – too comforting for her own good
  • because the moment she starts getting comfortable with the rain, it continues on and she forgets her focus regarding work ( a very dangerous sensation, indeed )
  • it’s like experiencing a heavy dose of norepinephrine ( a chemical together with other types of it which are produced in the brain when you get relaxed or feel pleasure )
  • she immediately notices it whenever rain starts pouring outside of C&R International’s building – the sound of its tip tapping against the building’s rooftop, the humid air circulating everywhere, and for the most obvious clues, the large, transparent window pane of her office getting moist and wet by raindrops
  • her nose can smell the rain too
  • she strangely gets a bit happy whenever it rains that her office mates often notices her humming while tapping away on her computer
  • this and other rare times are the only times where she can forget about work stress and can truly have fun while arranging her workload
  • she often looks forward to getting home early when it rains ( Jumin tends to cancel work earlier than usual whenever it rains since he’s worried about Elizabeth the 3rd whenever it rains )
  • she always curls with her duvet on the sofa, wearing nothing else but an overly large sized shirt, a hot chocolate on her hand while watching one of zen’s performances – a good way to end a tiring day
  • the sound of the rain lulls her to a comfortable sleep


  • jumin, for one, worries whenever it rains
  • elizabeth the 3rd is home alone and even when she’s inside the house, he worries she might catch sickness because of the cold, humid air caused by the rain ( smh @ catmom )
  • he do know cats can catch cat hypothermia ( if you let cats stay outside during a cold weather/heavy rain ) srsly he’s just worried af
  • so he cancels work early ( dragging jaehee with him much to jaehee’s chagrin of more workload but also the secret pleasure of being lifted off from work earlier than usual )
  • so with a rush, just the moment the slight raindrop touches the building or even when the clouds above had just formed into a dark, heavy looking one, he’d immediately call of his meetings off for the day
  • and he’d be inside his car with Driver Kim on his way back home
  • whenever he gets home, he immediately checks up on elizabeth which is safely curled against his living room couch, lightly sleeping comfortably against the weather
  • he would often spend a rainy day while sitting in front of his window pane, looking at the rain as it pours down over the buildings outside
  • he’d often have a glass of red wine or a cup of Catnip Tea ( don’t tell me you haven’t even considered him drinking such lolololol )
  • he often times logs in to the chatroom and just talk with the other members who are online ( most of the RFA members are online during rainy days ) or even read a book about anything related to business, magazines with business-related articles or he would sometimes play Suite No. 3 in D Major BWV 1068 on his speakers to accompany him in his reverie of watching the downpour outside
  • sometimes he’d fall lightly asleep on the couch with his arms crossed since he’s very used to falling asleep on odd positions
  • these are the times he’d only be able to sleep peacefully without his nightmares or constant worries


  • yoosung kind of dislikes the rain
  • LOLOL’s servers sometimes goes down whenever there’s a heavy pour outside which frustrates him since he can’t go out in the rain and he can’t have fun playing inside his apartment
  • he would call seven and ask if he can play on his house but the redhead would sometimes just turn him down telling him he’s busy
  • the rain would sometimes make him reminisce memories which will only make his mood salty and sour
  • sometimes even tempting him to scan old albums or look at past photos that would end him up either getting mad at the current situation that changed or miss the event that happened where a certain photo was taken
  • he often daydreams and just gets lost in his thoughts
  • he sometimes attempts to log into the chatroom and chat with the online members but sometimes he just lazes out of it since he talks to the same people almost everyday
  • though whenever Jumin and Zen are online, he’d stick in longer since whenever these two are on, the topics always seem to get interesting
  • he’d curl on his bed with his blanket on while binge watching a series or a movie since he couldn’t play lolol most of the time when it rains
  • he’d often eat instant ramen or drink hot chocolate since it helps his body remain hot against the cold temperature ( temperature crazily goes down whenever it rains and he hates that his room does not have a warmer / he’d stick with egg trays attached to his windows )
  • he can focus on doing his assignments tho ( since he can’t do anything else lololol )
  • he just gets pathetic fallacy over the weather


  • seven, for one, can’t even distinguish the weather outside whenever he’s inside his house, busy doing his job
  • it’s just as normal as any other day with him, in front of his computer, eating honey buddha chips and drinking PhD pepper
  • he just turns off his care for whatever is happening outside
  • he even invented a device that tells him the current weather outside just so he can keep up with the current details
  • it’s like a desktop alarm or something that probably says whenever the weather changes, “Saeyoung. Saeyoung. Beep. Beep. Weather Report. Beep. Weather Report. Current Weather: Sunny / Current Weather: Rainy. Please be advice to bring proper materials for the current weather with you. Beep.”
  • it rarely affects him except for the fact that yoosung would often call him ( OFTENTIMES during he’s busy; srsly the boi always had to call whenever he’s in the middle of something ), asking him if he can come over and play LOLOL on one of his computers
  • he just turns him down and tells him to come over the next time he’s busy srlsy boi yoosung wyd ya boi choi doesn’t want any distractions
  • BUUUUT whenever he has no work, he’d often find himself stalking GATHERING INFORMATION regarding the new member of the RFA or would sometimes make e-mail marketing spams for Zen’s latest projects which honestly annoys Zen a bit ( people would sometimes point at Zen and tell him, “Hey, isn’t he the one on the e-mail spams?” )
  • he’d device plans to steal Elly under jumin’s watch lolol only if he gets that bored
  • he’d log onto the chatroom just to talk to whoever is online or play with yoosung on lolol ( if the servers are not down ) and would beat him in each game lolololol
  • these are honestly just his ways to distract his mind from wandering off to his deepest, darkest thoughts


  • just the same as jumin, V would often be out on the terrace of his house or just by the window, sipping a cup of tea ( probably a Lemon Balm or an American Passionflower Tea )
  • he would be attempting to relax his mind and emotions but considerably fails
  • the rain would often bring out emotions on him that sometimes he just wished he didn’t have
  • he could recall memories and he feels extremely reminiscent about the past events of his life, whether it be good or bad
  • even the rain reminds him of Rika
  • his mood had always cooperated with whatever the weather is
  • he is very sensitive to these things ( one of the reasons why he can capture moments perfectly )
  • he’d often find his train of thoughts drifting back to his problems that he feels extremely responsible for it
  • just the rain itself reminds him that for him to find ultimate comfort, he needs to help the RFA without handing them to danger
  • just the pour of the rain itself reminds him that he’s alone in this journey and he can’t burden others with it
  • just the rain itself cages V with his emotions
  • the rain would be reminding him of his past mistakes and why it still haunts him to this day
  • but at the same time, the rain had this effect on him that calms him down
  • strange but very magnificent
  • after he realizes each wrong turn his life took and that even after the most storms, he can still manage to figure out a way to fix it
  • the rain, just as it reminds him of pain, reminds him of a brighter, happier future after
  • since V inclines to believe after the storm is always a rainbow and a bright, clear sky after
  • he just hopes that everyone is looking at the same sky with him and by thinking that, even the hardest downpour doesn’t seem so bad
  • the rain depicts the yin and yang of his life
Dally's old gang

Has anybody in dally’s old gang from new York ever visit him? Like to surprise him one day, and he’ll be like “well shit” because he didn’t really want to see them. And they would meet the gang and start talking and Dally would get Hella jealous. But they would fuck up and say something messed up to Johnny and Dally was having none of that shit and sock that guy in the face

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH im having vegas draft anxiety like i want to keep beagz bc…..its fucking jay beagle

Originally posted by pavszacha

[ same beagz i stare at karl all day long too ]

but lars eller is really pretty to look at

Originally posted by bulletproofwhale

and if we lose nate schmidt im just going to be in a fucking puddle of tears for the rest of my life bc all of the happiness will be sucked out of the world 

Originally posted by thornescratch


Originally posted by tiptoe39


I have never drawn fanart of real-life people before, but I feel the professor deserves a bit of support from all of us after the tragic flooding of their recording-area ( their basement.)

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Don’t Let Me Go

Request: YOOOOO whenever you can: a super mega fluff WWII (ghost of you) gee imagine?? Like the night before he leaves??

“Hey darling,” I heard Gerard say with a tired yawn from behind me. I turned around to face him, smiling at his sleepy appearance. His hard was rat’s nest, much different than his usual slicked back style and his pajamas were crooked. 

“Hey honey, do you want some breakfast before work?” I offered, gesturing down to the sizzling bacon on the stove.

“Yeah, I need some coffee to drag myself to the office,” he chuckled, sitting down at the table, drumming his fingers absentmindedly. Gerard hated his job. He longed to quite and pursue his passion with becoming an artist, but that wasn’t a steady job in this time and being a lawyer definitely paid the bills. He  was wearing frown when I brought his plate and coffee cup to him, analyzing the paper.

“What’s wrong hon?”

“Nothing…just reading about the war. Piece of shit, Nazi bastards,” he cursed, throwing the newspaper down in frustration. “Our economy was shit a few years ago, and when didn’t go around capturing and executing innocent people. Is the mail here yet?”

“Uh it’s over there,” I said as I poured a glass of orange juice, gesturing with a head nod towards the side table by the front door. “I haven’t checked it yet.”

He nodded, getting up with a grunt and walking towards the door with his mug still in his hand. He flipped through each envelope, humming quietly under his breath.

His breath hitched suddenly. I jumped when I heard his cup shatter against the hardwood, sending the ceramic pieces and black coffee all over the floor.

“Gee? What was th-” My voice trailed off when I turned the corner and saw him, down on his knees and staring intently at a letter. The letter had red and blue striped border, a proud bald eagle stamp on the corner. 

My hands began to tremble and all the air left my body. I’ve hard about these letters from some of my clients at the salon, one lady even got a call from her husband that he received one while she was still in my chair. Despite, all of my friend’s husbands getting picked off left and right all around me, I never prepared to loose Gerard.

I always pushed the thought away. Gerard wasn’t going anywhere and all this war talk would blow over soon.

His wide eyes met mine and he set down the letter.


“No…no. You’re not going.”


“You’re not going Gerard.”

“Baby I-”

“You c-can’t just g-go!” I sobbed, slowly falling down to the floor. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his lap as I sobbed and beat on his chest. “We’re getting married in three months!”

“I know darling, I know. There’s nothing I can do.”

My stomach churned at how broken his voice sounded, not comforting me the slightest.

“Gerard, please stay…”

“I’m sorry Y/N, i’m so so sorry.”

“I’ll write you every single day, every minute I get the chance,” he vowed as we laid in bed. I laid my head on his chest, feeling his heart pound wildly against his bare chest and the quick rise and fall of his chest. 

Gerard was leaving tomorrow morning. I didn’t know when I would see him again, but I refused to let the thought of never seeing him again cross my mind. We made love, of course, both of us exhausted but refusing to fall asleep. 

“Are you scared at all?”

“Yes, but I am coming back. I promise,” he said confidently, kissing the top of my head. “And when I do, we’re gonna have the big wedding we’ve been saving for. Soon, we’ll be out of the city and buy a quiet farmhouse like we talked about.”

“You’ll be an artist,” I added.

“And we’ll have a junior running around,” Gerard chuckled, giving me a comforting squeeze. “It’s gonna happen darling, just wait for me.”

“Of course,” my eyes began to feel heavy and my body felt immobile. It was becoming harder and harder to stay awake each second. 

Gerard noticed, tilting my head up to kiss my lips quickly. “Get some sleep baby.” 

I simply yawned in response, running a hand through his sweaty hair before curling up into a ball against his side. “I love you Gerard.”

“And I love you darling, more than anything on the planet.”

Light streamed through the windows, making me squint as I awoke. I groaned as I sat up on my elbows, feeling a little sore from last night. Last night. Gerard. I looked at the clock and felt my heart sink, he left hours ago. 

I always wondered what those girls were feeling when their men were drafted, but now I know. It’s not a bunch of crying in bed and looking at pictures of them; it’s sitting in the shower emotionless, not eating anything or even craving food, wearing his clothes, sleeping on his side of the bed, anything that would make me feel close to him. 

His first letter came in the other day. It was written neatly in ink, a few dirt smudges and dried mud along the edges. He vaguely described a battle he was in, but reassured me he was alive and well. He was even making friends and referred to them as his brothers.

At the bottom of the letter, a Polaroid was paper clipped to it. A blurry picture of him and two other guys, arms wrapped around each other with their full gear on. My fingers traced over his face, tears brimming my eyes as I examined his smile. 

He was alive, he was okay.

I couldn’t let go, he’ll be home soon.

He promised.

“I am woman. Hear me SMASH!”

So I work full time retail.

I hate it. I fucking hate it. But I’m really good at it, as it turns out, and it pays the bills while I write my novels and slowly work my way up the ladder until I can sustain myself with solely my writing. 

As a result of me being really good at it, I’m assistant manager at my job. The store manager decided to take a week’s vacation on a cruise (thus he is unreachable) and there are only two managers left, myself included. Said boss somehow thought it would be a good idea to schedule me not one but TWO double shifts (9am-9pm) exactly 72 hours apart. And he only gave me two double shifts. The Other Manager only had one. I’m sure you understand that’s bullshit and I wasn’t about to work that nonsense, so I told the Other Manager that we’d both do one double each and just split that second double shift, where he can just cover like 4 hours and I can go home, open or close, his choice. The last time we spoke about this issue was Saturday and he said he’d get back to me about what he could work that day.

Cut to this morning, my day off, when I asked him what shift he wants to work tomorrow and he claims that I said I’d “suck it up” and work both doubles and that he “made plans” already and couldn’t work it.

I immediately corrected him that the “suck it up” comment was my direct response to working ONE of the double shifts, which I did yesterday, before he left the store on Monday. He then proceeds to tell me “he’s tired” and he’s worked seven days in a row and he made plans because he assumes I would just roll over and take it up the ass for the store that I am leaving in less than a month to go work somewhere else. I remind him that (1) I get to work 8 days in a row starting tomorrow and (2) I only stayed here out of respect for our working relationship, and basically imply that I’m not going to let him take advantage of me just because I’ve done him and the Store Manager a shitload of favors before without asking anything in return.

Other Manager then replies, “Well, I hate to see a grown woman cry so I’ll do it. […] Don’t contact me again today.”

And herein lies my fucking problem.

You know that saying that’s been going around about how people say women are emotional and out of control, and yet tell a man “no” and see him lose his fucking shit? That’s what we have here today, ladies and gents.

Other Manager really thought it was both fair and okay for me to work 24 hours in a 72 hour period when he himself wasn’t willing to do that, and his only reason that he wouldn’t help me is that “he made plans.” He is off again on Sunday. I told him he could make the shift as short as he wants and he had the choice of opening or closing. All I wanted to avoid was 24 hours in that store three days in a row. What part of that sounds unreasonable? Especially when you consider the fact that I had to come in on my day off to cover his shift only a couple months ago, and once he called and asked me to come BACK in less than an hour after I left a long shift because the store got busy. I turned around and went back to help him. There are countless other things I’ve done for him without complaint and without asking for a favor, and now I ask to NOT WORK FOR 24 HOURS IN A THREE DAY SPAN and suddenly he’s unavailable?

And you know what? I could deal with him just being selfish if he hadn’t gotten rude and played the sexism card. I’m a feminist. I don’t rage and complain about everything misogynistic and sexist in the world because, to me, I don’t want to expend the energy explaining why something was wrong to some meathead or some stuck up shitbrain whom society has taught that having a penis makes him better than me. 

But not today.

I cannot believe he insulted me. I cannot believe a 70 year old man called me a crying woman because I refused to work two twelve hour shifts when he was only given one, and we had agreed days prior that we would do something about it. Frankly, it’s within my grounds to show that text message to HR for him taking that tone with me. I won’t do it, but I am sorely tempted to.

For the record, this was my original draft response:  “Why thank you, [Other Manager.] I’m so grateful you’re willing to be inconvenienced so I won’t work 24 hours in three days of a job I’m quitting and that you’re being an adult and a gentleman about it too.”

My friend told me to take the high road instead of the most sarcastic response I could physically muster without telling him to shove his sexist dick in his ass and spin around on it like a top. So I didn’t. The fact that I even have to decide to take the high road is the fucking problem. 

I can’t stand having to deal with shit like this. It’s part of the reason I lament being a good person. People want favors from you over and over again, but heaven help you if you need something. They will turn nasty on a fucking dime. I promise you he was in the store today badmouthing me to the associates, and I guarantee when I come in tomorrow he’ll either make a scathing remark or ignore me and just walk out. Fuck that. Be an adult. Don’t ask of someone what you are not willing to do. If our situation were reversed, you’re fucking right I would have come in to let him go home. I think it’s completely unacceptable, and the only reason I didn’t change the schedule while my boss was still here is that I didn’t see the schedule until after he left. 

The point of this post is this: us introverts may have problems with standing up for ourselves at the worst of times, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still do it. If someone is trying to step on you, I know it’s hard, but don’t you dare let them. You are worth more than that. Even if it makes you anxious and scared, when it really matters to you, don’t back down. 

Captain America: Civil War said it best, “Compromise where you can. And where you can’t, don’t. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right, even if the whole world is telling you to move. It is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye and say, no. You move.”

I am woman. 

Hear me smash.