but i wore a sweater anyway

"Why doesn't he care?" 5.0

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

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Originally posted by ciutae

Y/N’s p.o.v

After Hobi dropped me off at home and helped me gather a few things, I took a long bath trying to soak away my indescribable pain. Not the pain of my injuries, this pain is something that is so much worse. So much more painful. I can feel the strain on my heartstrings, feeling how one by one are being snapped thinking about how this all came to be, how I ended up losing the only thing I’ve ever learned to love. It wasn’t easy trying to think of way to let all my feelings out to him, after a while of thinking I gave up and decided that I’ll just say what comes to mind when I see him.

It still hurts, every time I click back onto his messages I see how brutal he was with his words. I looked at my phone more than enough times the last few days to see that he didn’t care enough to send me a message, no ‘good morning beautiful’ no 'I miss you baby’ no 'I love you to the moon and back’ and definitely no 'I’m sorry’, you’d think the least he could do after lashing out on me would be a simple apology right? But no, nothing came from him. I guess that’s a sign for me not to forgive him anymore, like how I usually do.

Thinking so much only made me tear up, so I decided that it was time to put his things away. Wheeling suitcases slowly whilst being in a wheelchair ended up a lot harder than I thought, slowly but surely I was able to gather all of Taehyung’s belongings and pack them in the suitcases I had and a few boxes, placing them all neatly by the door. I owned this apartment that we lived in together, so it’s not as if I’m taking away his property, nor was I leaving him with no place to stay. He could always go back to the dorm and stay there since he likes it so much there anyway, wow that was bitter of me huh? But it was true, he had a place to stay, and it’s not as if he wasn’t supposed to stay there to begin with anyway. Staring at his stuff only made my chest tighten. I’ve returned all the hoodies and sweaters that I’ve 'borrowed and accumulated’ over the years, putting them with his other belongings. He’s always told me that it was okay for me to take any pieces of his clothing that I’d desired, and he’d compliment me calling me adorable when I wore his clothes that were obviously too big for me. His clothes where his scent lingered, wearing it made me feel as though I was engulfed in his arms especially when he was away or busy. But it wouldn’t feel right wearing his clothes anymore. How could something that once felt so right suddenly become so wrong? I gave him my everything, but it seems as though it still wasn’t enough. Like it never was and never will be. And for that I couldn’t be more sorry. 

 It was already 8am by the time I’d got done with cleaning things up, in pain I sat there in the living room staring at all the pictures hung up on the the walls. But I couldn’t feel much, everything just seemed


Here is 5.0! I hope you enjoy it! It’s a little short but it’s kind of a build up for what happens next ~

Request for 6.0 ^^


“My chest hurts.” His eyes were glossy but he wouldn’t let himself cry anymore. His hair was a mess, and his cheeks were puffy and red. He looked so genuinely sad, and it broke your heart.

"I know, but it will be okay. Just give yourself some time. Want more tea?” You said trying to say cheerfully, but it didn’t matter. You knew Shawn was going to be this heartbroken for a while. He was such a passionate person and so whenever he felt anything, he felt it strongly. He really loved his now ex girlfriend, and watching her leave him, really just broke his heart. I mean, it happens right? Everyone’s bound to get their heart broken at least once in their life, and it’s going to suck, but it still has to happen. The only problem is, it’s already happened to Shawn once, and now it’s happening again. You had been best friends with Shawn since the beginning, and you watched him grow. You watched him be heartbroken about girls like now, and also about small things like losing his favorite guitar pick. You loved him as a friend, but you also loved him romantically. You wished you had the courage to tell him so, and to tell him to stop wasting his time with other stupid girls who seem to only like him for his fame. But your hair was a mess, and you wore band t-shirts with long stained sweaters. Shawn liked beautiful girls with long hair and straight teeth. At least that’s how the last girls looked. It didn’t matter anyway. What mattered right now was how Shawn was feeling. He was broken, and there was nothing you could do.

“I think I’m just gunna take another nap.” He grabbed the blanket and headed for the couch again. But before he sat down you spoke up.

“You know what, why don’t we go do something. You already took like fifty naps Shawn, let’s go out and get some fresh air, no? No more moping around.” You took the blanket from him and put it on the couch.

Shawn just stood there, giving you a look, like he didn’t know what to say. He rubbed his eyes a a couple times before saying, “What would we even do?”

“We could go out to eat, go see a movie. I don’t know, whatever you want.”

“She loved seeing movies.” Shawn spoke quietly and you rolled your eyes. He was going through that phase of a breakup where everything in the world related back to your ex. Earlier that morning Shawn barely drank his tea saying stuff like “She used to drink this exact tea on the balcony at this exact time.” And it broke your heart to see Shawn so sad, but at the same time you really were tired of it.

“Shawn, do me a favor? Okay, we are gunna go out to eat, because I’m hungry okay? But, when we go, and even just now, whenever I talk I want you to listen very carefully to everything I say and just don’t think about her okay?” You said remembering how your friends handled your first heartbreak. They made conversation with you about random things, and snapped in your face whenever they noticed you close your eyes, or look away, meaning you were thinking of something that wasn’t important. You hoped you could think of random topics to talk about with Shawn, and you hoped he would listen.

“Okay.” He said simply, and soon enough the both of you were off to that burger place downtown. It was the only place where Shawn hadn’t gone on some kind of date with his ex. You talked to him about your life and how busy you were lately. You told him about work and school and just everything in between. But eventually you got tired of talking about stuff he mostly already knew.

“You wanna know something?” You said with your mouth full of fries.

“Sure.” Shawn said and ran his hands through his hair, leaning against the table across from you. He was so pretty, and he didn’t even try.

“When I was like 13, I told myself that I’d marry my first boyfriend, that way I wouldn’t have to ever experience heartbreak. Funny right?” You laughed as you wiped the grease from the food off your hands. You weren’t trying to bring up the topic of relationships but you were just being honest, hoping that maybe Shawn would understand that heartbreak is bound to happen even when you try to prevent it.

“You always had that kind of mind. Wish I knew you when you were 13.” Shawn joked, because he knew you when you were only a year older and that’s when you first became friends.

“Can I rant? I think, all day, I’ve been crying about all this, and not actually talking about it and sometimes talking helps. Is it okay if I rant?” Shawn spoke with a rawness in his voice. You loved how honest and real your friendship with him was. So you nodded your head, and he started ranting. Ranting about how beautiful she was, about how he did everything she wanted all the time, about how he thought he was so lucky. It was breaking your heart to see him so sad. It made you realize really what love does to us as humans. It makes us destroy ourselves for someone else, hoping they’ll destroy themselves back for us. And when they don’t, we destroy ourselves even more, thinking it will help. And so here Shawn was, sitting across from you, ripping his own heart out, wishing he could put it on some kind of pretty platter and hand it right over to his ex.

“It’s not fair. How come the people we love most don’t love us back?” He was making circles on the table with his finger, and tapping his foot in the chair.

“Sometimes the people who actually love you, are sitting right in front of you and you just don’t realize it.” You said without even noticing that you were literally sitting in front of Shawn. You were just speaking the truth you heard your friend say to you once.

“What’s that supposed to mean, you got some kind of feelings for me or something?” Shawn was shaking his head and laughing. You looked up from your food and realized what he got out of what you said.

“I never said that, but so what would you say if I did have feelings for you?” You were a little hurt that he was laughing but at the same time you knew that’s how it would end up being anyway. That’s why you never told him how you felt.

“I wouldn’t believe you.”

“Why not?” You sat with your elbows in the table, your chin in the palm of your hands.

“Because you’re you. I dunno.” You were taken back at what he said and you wanted an explanation. You raised your eyebrows and just stared at him.

“I mean like, you’re a rockstar Y/N. You’re out there kicking ass in your colorful socks and band t-shirts. You’re the smartest chick I know and, the way you live your life is just.. It’s different, you’re different. I always guessed you’d like a guy that’s different too. Not me, I’m just your average white kid that happens to be able to sing. Nothing special really, nothing compared to someone like you.” This was the second time now you were taken back by everything Shawn said, and you just sat there staring at him not knowing what to say.

“You seriously think you aren’t special?” Was all you said at first. Shawn just shook his head some more and laughed again.

“You’re Shawn Mendes, you’re the most popular name out there right now, and probably forever. If you weren’t special, you wouldn’t have millions of girls running after you everyday. Don’t fucking sit here and tell me that you’d be surprised if I liked you Shawn. You can call me different but in reality I’m not. I’m just like every other girl out there who’s crazy in love with you and your special ass.” You weren’t saying it in a mean way, you were just being as honest as possible and you surprised yourself at first, but you were sick of pretending that you weren’t in love wth your best friend who sat across from you, mouth wide open.

“You’re in love with me?”

You shrugged your shoulders and stood up from the table getting ready to leave, regretting what you said. You and Shawn walked out in silence and suddenly the cool air hit you and you stood outside, letting the wind blow your hair around.

“I asked you a question back there.” Shawn reminded you of what he said before, but this time he grabbed your shoulder. You turned to look at him.

“Yes Shawn. I’ve been in love with you since day one. Don’t act like you didn’t know.” You pushed your hair behind your ear, hoping you weren’t upsetting Shawn. You stood still for a minute, before you notice Shawn walk closer to you. He was so tall, looking down at you.

His hands were now pushing the other pieces of hair around your face, behind your other ear, and he was looking right at you. He leaned in slowly to kiss you, but you pulled away.

“You’re lonely Shawn. You’re sad. You want someone to kiss and as much as I get that, I’m not letting it happen. I’ll bring you home and you can go back to moping and do whatever you want, but I’m not letting you use me to get rid of your pain okay?” Your face was probably bright red and you could feel your heart beating in your chest, like it was going to jump out and land right in Shawn’s hands. But you didn’t let it. Not this time.

“What do you think I am? Some kind of fuck boy? I wouldn’t kiss someone just for fun Y/N. I did that maybe once. Maybe twice.. But you’re my best friend.”

You stared at him in the cold, and he just stood there staring back at you. The cold air was making his nose pink and his eyes were watering from the wind. You didn’t know what to say, so you just walked over to the car opening to door and getting in. Once you were both seated in the car, Shawn turned on the ignition getting ready to drive before saying, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Was all you could think to say. Shawn started driving and the ride home was quiet. Silent actually, no words. You sang softly to the radio that played but otherwise, there was nothing more between you and Shawn. That was, until you got home. He threw the keys on the table and yelled.

“I fucking love you okay? There, I said it.”

You stood still in your tracks, and you turned to face Shawn.

“Um.. I love you too?” You said and titled your head, before letting out a weak laugh.

“No Y/N. I mean like, like more than that. Of course I never told you because I was too busy being stupid with other girls. But what I said back there, before we got home, it had me thinking.”

“About what?”

“About what I said about how you’re my best friend. I don’t wanna be kissing girls for fun anymore, I wanna be kissing my best friend.” You slowly walked closer to Shawn, watching him as he stood still, his hands in his pockets.

“Really?” You raised your eyebrows, laughing, just in case he was joking.

“Yeah really. Really, really really Y/N.” But he wasn’t joking, his hands were on your neck now, and his breath was warm against your skin. His voice vibrated into your head and soon enough his mouth was on yours. You didn’t stop him this time, instead you kissed back, harder, grabbing his hair and running your fingers through it.

You let out an awkward noise, and you stumbled over the table that was behind you. Shawn pulled away and smiled into your mouth, laughing at you.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” You admitted as you grabbed his hand.

“So have I.”

Monsta X reaction to their s/o being a very busy university student

requested by anon~

a/n: i hope you guys enjoy reading this! credits to the owners for these gifs :)


Originally posted by hyungnu

Shownu; Being busy with university never really bothered Shownu though. Once you give him notice that you’ll be busy for a couple of weeks, this appa would totally be supporting you all throughout. He’d actually tell you to take some break or if ever you had any problem you can call him and ask him. Despite not being able to spend time with each other, Shownu would ask you for your schedule and would actually make time for you whenever you’re taking a break. He would also constantly send messages that would literally cheer you on and he would also call you from time to time, asking how you are or have you eaten or just take a break for awhile. Or he’d also be all ears when you have a rant or if you badly need him, he’d be there right away to make you relaxed and stress free.

  • appa nu (8:32 pm): Hey, [y/n]! I hope you’re doing well. Don’t forget to take a break, okay? I know you can do this and don’t forget to eat alright? I’ll call you in a bit. I love you and I miss you so so much! 
  • appa nu (9:15 pm): Baby, I bought some ice creams and some of your favorite dishes. Do you want me to go there and feed you? Don’t get too stressed okay?

Babe, how’s studying?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep for 2 straight days oppa and here I am, drinking my 6th coffee and I’ve never been so dead in my entire life.”

“You should take a break, babe. I’ll be there in a few and once I get there, you better be ready to take a break, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright. See you soon, I love you and you can do it! Fighting!”

“I love you too!”

Originally posted by hyu-k

Wonho; By the minute Wonho knew that you’ll be busy starting today, he’d be sad. A sulky and pouty Wonho would actually appear. But then he would try to understand that you’re pursuing your dreams and all and that he needs to support you….. another but, he’d be super duper lonely. He would snap you tons of selfies and other stuff that he’s been doing with the boys. And he’d also call you from time to time, reminding you how much he loves you and how much he misses you and how much he’s there to support you with all his heart and soul (lol) and if ever you’re feeling lonely, he’s always available for you.

Hyung, what are you doing?”

“I’m waiting for the message?”

“What message?”

“Her reply.”

  • fluffybunny (6:05 pm): hey, baby! I know you’re busy studying and other school-related stuff but I just wanted to say that I miss you so so much and I love you so so much! Fighting! Don’t ever give up, okay? I’ll always be here for you no matter what. I’ll facetime you once you’re free, alright? Lovelots :* xoxo

What did she say hyung?”


  • mybaby (6:08 pm): Aww, I love you and I miss you so so much babe! Don’t worry, I’ll be done after an hour or so. I won’t give up, I promise. Thank you babe! *insert smiley face*

Originally posted by kihqun

Kihyun; Kihyun would actually be clingy to be honest. You weren’t able to message him that often since you’d be at the library, making your thesis paper with your partner or something. But then once you’ll go to their dorm and take a break for a while, he’d be extremely clingy. Back hugging you and all and would even tell you that you’ve become a lot prettier despite looking like a zombie. And when you’re at home while burying yourself in a pile of schoolworks, he’d actually barge in and start cooking some dinner for you since he’s scared that you might starve yourself to death. But then, when you’re away from each other, he’d also send you some texts of encouragement and all.

Okay…. the axial parts are the head, neck and body while the appendicular skeleton consists of–”

“Babe, I’m home! Do you want some kimchi jiggae?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, just wait for a couple minutes okay? *gives you a kiss on the cheeks*”

  • cutiehyunnie (11:24 am): Baby, don’t forget to eat okay? I prepared some bento box for you and I placed it inside your bag. Don’t stress yourself out okay? I know that you’re the brightest woman that I’ve ever known and I know that you can ace them all! I love you and just text me when you’re done okay? You don’t need to reply. 
  • cutiehyunnie (4:46 pm): Yah! How come your room is so dirty? Aigoo, now I have to clean all of this. I’ll let you pass this time since you’re busy with university. Come home early, okay?

Originally posted by jeonfhan

Minhyuk; This boy would not leave you alone. He’d be at your place whenever you’re home. He’d be playing by himself while you’re busy studying in your room. But then you wouldn’t be able to concentrate since he’ll be bugging you like if you wanted to eat Chinese food or something. However, when you’re at school and you’re busy running the student government, he’d literally send you tons of pictures of him and messages and video messages and voice messages, everything that can send his message! And when you don’t reply, he’d still continue to send you messages. And you’ll actually have 100+ messages coming from him.

Babe, what do you want to eat?”

“Not now, Minhyuk.”


“Hey babe–”

“Minhyuk. Not. Now.”

“Okay okay…”


“Okay fine I want jjajangmyeon and tangsuyuk. Now shut up and let me review all these paperworks.”

  • minmoongie (2:30 pm): BABE I MISS U SO SO MUCH
  • minmoongie (2:33 pm): Babe, guess what? I just went out to buy some toothbrush and I saw some totoro onesie that you’ve wanted
  • minmoongie (2:33 pm): So I bought them for you as a reward for your hard work!
  • minmoongie (2:35 pm): Babe babe, have you eaten already? What do you want for dinner? I can order some chicken and send it to you? Babe, pls reply

Originally posted by bangtan-monsta

Hyungwon; He’d be sad. A sad pepe is a sad pepe. He would totally understand but he’d feel really lonely. So lonely. That a lonely pepe would be born. He wouldn’t be that clingy tho. He’d send you messages from time to time but then there would be times that he’d forget since he would probably fall asleep before sending the message. But then, when he’s able to send you a message, it’d be really flowery. Lol, it’d be a speech. And when he’s at your place, he’d wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder while you continue doing your paperworks. 

  • pepe (8:46 am): Hey, I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to reply to you last night since… I fell asleep hehe. Anyways, I hope that my princess was able to eat breakfast today. Don’t forget to shower okay? I want you to fresh and ready to face the world. And don’t forget anything so that you won’t be stressed out later and rush back home to get it, okay? I also hope that you’ll be able to eat your lunch and dinner later. Don’t forget to rest since I don’t want the love of my life to be tired just like me. Anyways, I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you this week! I hope you’ll still be as sexy and beautiful and wonderful like the last time! :*

Mmm, you’re studying mandarin? *insert hyungwon’s sleepy voice*”

“Yes, babe.”

“Do you want me to help you?”

“No thanks babe. Just sleep, okay? I’ll wake you up once I’m done.”

“Okay. *rests his head on your lap while you study*”

“You’re so warm, babe. *nuzzles his face onto your stomach*”

“I know, I’m hot.”

“Hot like me, yes?”

Originally posted by timetoemptythetrash

Jooheon; He’d be really clingy. I mean more clingy compared to the other dudes. He’d constantly send you messages and even just random emojis, cute emojis that looked like him to be exact. Once he calls you, he’d be in full aegyo mode, like legit. Sometimes, he’d also whine when you’re not able to reply back or answer his calls but he’d also be pretty understanding to your situation since there are also times when he’s busy. When you’re able to rest for just a couple of minutes, he’d facetime you right away since he missed every single thing about you. He’d be all smiles when he sees you to be honest.

Omo, you look so cute with that sweater on babe!”

“It’s the same sweater that I wore yesterday tho.”

“But still, you still look cute hehehe!”

“Whatever babe. Anyways, I miss you.”

“Aww, I miss you more babe! Hey, are you free this Saturday? I want to go on a date with you.”

“I’m so sorry babe, I have a meeting the whole day for our department week.”

“How about dinner?”

“I guess it’s a date then.”

  • honey (3:21 am): (✿╹◡╹) don’t i look cute?
  • honey (3:22 am): (^ω^)i love you!
  • honey (3:25 am): ಠ_ಠ < he looks like changkyun lol

Originally posted by monbeboo

I.M; Changkyun would literally be curious with what you’re getting busy with. If it’s about something science-y, he’d literally call you and let you study out loud since he also wants to learn. Sometimes, the random facts that would come out from his mouth would also be part of the test!! Since you’re busy with university, you could rarely message him but then Changkyun on the other hand, has a lot of time in his hand and would constantly send you some random facts and some meme photos of the boys (lol). But then he’d also send you some sweet messages tho.

  • i.am.changkyun. (10:23 am): Hey [y/n], did you know that the smallest penguin on the planet is only 16 inches tall?! Amazing right?!
  • i.am.changkyun. (10:26 am): Did you also know that there are more lifeforms living on your skin than there are people on the planet?
  • i.am.changkyun. sent a photo (11:45 am)
  • i.am.changkyun. (11:46 am): lololol just look at hyungwon hyung’s face as he devoured the whole turkey leg!!
  • i.am.changkyun. (8:56 pm): Hey, I know this is out of the blue but I love you and I’ve always believed in you. I miss you already. I can’t wait to hang out with you soon baby! Don’t stress yourself too hard okay? Or else I’ll be forced to stay there for two straight nights ;)

hey, what are you studying?

“the parts of the frog, why?”

can you read it out loud? I want to learn about it too!”

“Okay, fine. You’ve never fail to surprise me Changkyun.”

Ah Bon? (Lafayette x Reader)

Words: 683

Warnings: cussing, ?

Request: If you’re still doing requests i gots one! a modern Laff x reader where the reader is BFFLs with Laurens and he knows about her crush on laff and he’s talking kinda too loud about it and neither of them notice Lafayette walk up behind them before it’s too late 😋 (maybe a lil John x Alexander squeezed in somewhere 😏)

A/N: love me some laf, especially some sexy laf you guys love some laf dont ya? SPECIAL THANKS TO @sorry-but-no-sorry for helping me translate the French!!! ❤❤❤ 

You dragged yourself out of bed in the morning, ready to go shopping with your best friend, John Laurens. He persuaded you to finally come out of bed, even threatening to drag you out himself, and you agreed. He wanted to go shopping today, and Alexander was going to be at the cabinet meeting, so you were his second choice. You frowned at him when he said that, but that cheeky grin and freckled face made you forgive him.

For now, anyway.

Laurens picked you up from your apartment, driving you over to the local mall. You wore some sweats and an old sweater that your friend, Lafayette, gave you. Yes, friend.

Nothing more, nothing less.

While you walked around with John, agreeing that everything looked good on him, he finally sighed, glaring at you.

“Y/N, you’re not helping me at all. You don’t even know what I just showed you.” You blinked, looking at your friend. He was pouting, glaring at you.

“I most definitely know what you just showed me.” He raised his eyebrow, crossing his arms.

“Fine, then tell me. What was the last thing?” You laughed nervously, scanning your brain. The only thing that popped up in your head was the outfit that Laf wore to work the other day. It was a tight, black, V-neck shirt showing just enough skin to make you want to-

“You’re doing it, again! Are you thinking about Lafayette?” He complained, violently putting the shirt back on the hanger. You shook your head, appalled at his suggestion.

“No! Lafayette and I are just friends!” You exclaimed, pointing to a shirt. “What about this one? You know Alex likes it when you wear plaid.” He rolled his eyes at you, glancing at the shirt.

“You and Laf are constantly flirting with one another, always staring at each other when you are in the same room. For crying out loud, Y/N! You stare at his lips when you talk to him!” You looked down, avoiding Laurens eyes.

“Is it really that obvious?” You mumbled, barely looking at the clothes you were sorting through.

“Hell yea it is. Alexander and I are always trying to set you guys up in the same room, and you two end up just talking about something stupid.” You hit him in the arm lightly, and he laughed, winking at you.

“Tell Laf you like him already!” He said, rather loudly. You stuck your tongue at him.

A cough behind you made you jump, and Laurens turned around, his eyes widening. You looked at him, confused. “What..?” You asked, turning around to meet the Frenchman’s eyes. He had a small smile on his face, scanning yours. He wore that black shirt that you liked, and you avoided looking at his chest, making sure to keep your eyes on his.

Ah bon? (oh, really?)” Lafayette said, grinning wickedly at you. Laurens cleared his throat, looking up at his friend.

“How much did you hear?” He said sheepishly, glancing at you. You were frozen in place, your eyes glued on his. Lafayette looked at John, smiling.

Tout. (Everything)” Laurens gulped, grabbing the clothes that he was going to buy.

“This is my cue to leave.” Laurens granted you a quick empathetic glance, walking away quickly. You watched the coward walk away, leaving you and Lafayette alone.

He looked at you, waiting for you to respond. You straightened up, laughing wryly. “So, you know.” You ended your sentence, unable to finish the rest. Lafayette raised his eyebrow at your lack of speaking. He held out his hand, and you put yours in it. He pulled you away, to an aisle that had no one there.

After staring at you for a few seconds, he pulled your face up to his, his lips brushing yours. You stood on your tippy toes, your heart beating quickly. He stroked your hair, his eyes focused on yours.

“I like you.” He said simply. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I like you, too.” You replied, and he beamed at you, pressing his lips against yours.

i can’t count the number of people who have said “oh I never knit, except during the war, of course”

i spent a goodish part of last night (I mean when I wasn’t finally dragged down to my doom by Candy Crush) looking up World War II knitting and sewing propaganda posters and let me tell you son don’t do the thing.

anyway my actual reason was a joke I’m slowly working about about Captain America being in propaganda about E V E R Y T H I N G and Steve Rogers being unable to know where to put his face seventy years later. So far I have:

EVERY STITCH COUNTS [picture of Cap earnestly and awkwardly bent over a woolly thing bristling with needles, NOT SHOWN: Steve Rogers arguing for hours that that isn’t even how you make a sock, Steve Rogers’ fancy afghan square contributed toward Myra’s wedding afghan by the girls, Steve Rogers mailing a package of socks to James Barnes, who is currently undergoing torture and does not receive them]

TIME TO SIT? TIME TO KNIT [picture of Cap, arms folded disapprovingly, gazing sternly at two ladies sitting and having coffee, smoking cigarettes in their idle hands, NOT SHOWN, Steve Rogers on train to Billings, Montana, where he’ll be second fiddle to a pig’s squeal being auctioned off (yes it happened, look it up), two showgirls cuddled up on either side of him, moving his hands in small, careful motions so June and Ruby don’t get disturbed even if he can’t sleep, needles clicking away on a hat that he’ll eventually throw at a man named Jim Morita, saying, “Just shut up and wear a damn hat, Jim, we all know you’re a delicate fucking hothouse California blossom”, also not shown, Peggy Carter, years later, pulling on much darned woolen gloves while her daughter says, “mummy why don’t you throw those old things away?”]

MENDING HELPS THE MEN [picture of Cap, allowing a girl to sew a rip on his uniform as he looks paternal and amused by her efforts, NOT SHOWN, Steve Rogers saying “Aww, Ginny, don’t worry, it’s gonnal take two seconds to fix, I ain’t gonna tell Bossman you ripped it if you ain’t”, taking a cheap satin skirt from one of the girls and fixing a tear on it with quick hands, also not shown, Steve Rogers looking down at a sweater that James Barnes wore for months of hell and carefully darning, reknitting, until finally he can hide it away where Bucky can’t see it but Steve knows he fixed something, even if he can’t fix Bucky—]

and I’ve run out of ideas and also I think I’m going to have to sit down in a corner and stare at nothing until I stop having feelings, ugh. 

NCT Dream Reaction: Dating An ‘01 Liner

If you want to read something similar with all of NCT, I did almost the same for ‘00 liners here. also you can tell i was lowkey fangirling while writing this lmao it kind of turned into a dating __ would be like but oh wellll



You’re two years younger than Mark, so he’d be a bit cautious about what he says and does around you. But at the same time, two years isn’t much of an age gap, so he’d be able to freely kiss you and such. To the other members, your relationship is really cute and fluffy. Too cute sometimes; the shy smiles, quiet laughs, the ‘discreet’ hand holding and kisses when you think no one’s watching– they all love your relationship, almost as much as you do, but they will not hesitate to tell you to get a room (esp donghyuk).

Originally posted by nakamotens


He’s only a year older, so the age gap is almost non-existent. The two of you are very open with your relationship, not hesitating to do skinship in public. Renjun is an adorable fluff to start, but he’s extra fluffy around you. He gets all nervous and shy whenever you (even unintentionally) act cute. He adores you (아낀다) to no end. He’d love to buy the two of you couple items, like rings, t-shirts, snapbacks, etc, but the thing is; he wouldn’t admit it. He’d leave the items at your house and he’d be ‘amazed’ whenever you wore them because woAH WE MATCH JAGI!!!

Originally posted by exovixxnct


Jeno is also only a year older, so the two of you are quite close in age. But Mr. Eye-Smiles-For-Days would treat you as a royal anyways, regardless of your age. Your relationship would be so. damn. cute. Like I said, he’d treat you like royalty. He’s the stereotypical gentleman to you; giving you his jacket whenever you’re cold, letting you steal borrow his sweaters, putting your needs before his, smothering you with kisses at least twice a day, and so on. Your age doesn’t even effect him that much, he just really loves you a lot andineedaminuteomgg
youre renjun

Originally posted by jejun-fluffers


Yet another ‘00 liner in the Dream Team. The two of you are so?? cute?? like?? You’re so close in age that you had become best friends quite quickly. So when you started going out your relationship basically stayed the same just with romantic stuff in the middle. A majority of your relationship consists of jokes and trolling the other members, but Donghyuk can be really, really soft just for you (takethatmark). He lets you get away with stuff he wouldn’t let the boys get away with, and he even gave you a spare key to the dorm so you basically live there. He can get shy with you too, especially if you randomly initiate skinship. Dating him as an ‘00 liner would just be really fluffy and soft andineedanotherminuteimdyingiloveyoudonghyuk

Originally posted by donghyukslee


And here we have, the youngest ‘00 liner for you. Jaemin’s a squish, so take care of him (even tho he’s older). He doesn’t mind the one year difference, it’s not that big of a gap anyway. Your entire relationship is basically just the two of you taking care of each other in really cute and subtle ways. If he thought you weren’t sleeping well enough, he’d send you a recording of him singing a lullaby and if you thought he wasn’t eating as much as he should be, he’d randomly find snacks here and there (not to mention the meals you’d bring the boys, giving him extras every time). You’d probably be the one taking care of him more tho, because of his back, but you wouldn’t mind. Dating Jaemin would be really cute~.

Originally posted by heavynoise


You’re the same age as this energetic dolphin, so all is well. Even if you’re more reserved, expect Chenle to bring the hyper out of you. If you’re already a bubbly person– even better. Needless to say, whenever you visit the oldest member kind of want to duct tape your mouths shut. Dating Chenle would be so much fun– your dates are almost always to amusement parks or zoos and he would try so hard to please you. He’ll be so extra, more than usual, around you in order to make you smile whenever you’re feeling down. And PDA would be a thing. Nothing too much, he just likes to be touching you in some way; an arm around your shoulder, holding hands, or just straight up hugging.

Originally posted by nctinfo


You’re a year older than Jisung, so he’d be a bit awkward at first. He wouldn’t know how to act in a relationship anyway, since he’s so young, so if you’re older he’s kind of like ?!?!?!? Anywho, you’d probably have to coax him into being less stiff around you and convince him that you weren’t going to bite his head off, which in all honesty could take weeks. But once he does finally relax around you, the two of you would be adorable together. It’s like… permanent honeymoon stage with Jisung. imdyingsendhelp

Originally posted by nctinfo


For every member of the Dream Team, you can expect mama Taeyong and/or Yuta #yutae to be watching you like a hawk when you first started dating him. Of course, as time goes on they would all literally gush over the two of you. They can’t handle the cuteness.

Originally posted by iloveyuta

The Truth About Love - Marvel Series

 I’ve started a series based of P!nk’s 2013 album with the same name. Each chapter will be based on a different song from said album, with each chapter based on you and a different marvel/avengers character.

Part 1 // True Love (Bucky x Reader)

Just Give Me A Reason (Loki x Reader) Part 2

A/N: slightly AU, just imagine Loki has been sent to Midgard and kept there by the avengers, i’ve made out that thanos manipulated him into sending the army to earth, so yah, he is currently earning redemption and you two have, well, what you have.

Warnings: lil bit fluffy, kinda angst-y. 

Words: 1135

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

Right from the start, Loki was a thief, he stole your heart.

But you were his willing victim. You fell for his charm and grace, you let him in. He had seen parts of you that weren’t all that pretty; your anger, your sadness, your anxiety that seeped through your skin through your troublesome days. He had been there for you through the thick and the thin, helping you fix what was broken.

Only, now, he was acting strangely. His touches weren’t lingering anymore, his eyes were dull and he tossed and turned in his sleep, mumbling incoherent words and pleas. You were arguing, making you tired and left wondering if the person you loved was even in there anymore.

Loki, darling…” You called to him, you were currently in the bathroom that was connected to your shared bedroom.

You didn’t receive a reply, so you exited the small tile room to the bedroom, seeking him out. “Loki?” You craned your neck to peer around the room and found him sound asleep on top of the black comforter, in the middle of the bed.

Softly padding towards him, you heard his tired mumbles.

No.. can’t do this… anymore.. F’give me…

Your breath hitched as you heard the sad words, you would have been used to it now, Loki wasn’t immune to nightmares, so recently he had been talking or mumbling in his sleep, things he wouldn’t say to you. These words were new, foreign, and his chest heaved with jagged breaths.

You placed a gentle hand on his sweater-clad arm, “Loki, my love, wake up, you’re dreaming.” You squeezed his arm and he jolted awake, eyes wide and chest heaving.

We, um… Loki, we need to talk.” You bit your lip as you looked down at the large pale hand holding your wrist.

What is it, my love?” Loki asked softly. He sat up against the headboard, pulling you against his side and draping an arm around your shoulders.

Well, you’ve been talking in your sleep, things you’ve never said to me,” He stiffened at your confession, “things like ‘I can’t do this anymore’ and ‘Please forgive me’. I’m just…” You rubbed your forehead, willing the tears to go away before they even spilled from your E/C eyes.

My sweet girl, Y/N, they are nothing but nightmares, I’m plagued with my past and the bad things I’ve done, being… being manipulated by Thanos, trying to replace Odin I-

I- I know, Loki, I just want to know why you’re saying ‘I’m sorry, Y/N’. Have you had enough of us? Our Love? Please, just give me a reason, just a little bit’s enough…” You looked up at him, his green eyes staring into yours, sadness drowned the green in a sheer glass.

I believe you deserve better than- than this,” He gestured a hand to himself, swallowing thickly as he switched to his natural form, then making it disappear as fast as it came, “you don’t deserve someone that shuts you out, you deserve someone who is…human and can love someone properly, who isn’t broken-

You placed a warm hand on his cold cheek, the silent ‘hush’ making his speech falter instantly. “Hold on a second, Loki. You? You’re not broken, you’re…you’re bent, like a radio satellite,” You both let out soft chuckles, “But you’re not broken my love, you can learn to love again. Come with me.

You stood up then, pulling this tall man- no - god - with you, messy black hair framing his porcelain features. Though he looked tired with dark circles surrounding his eyes, he was still the beautiful man that had stolen your heart and mended it back together.

You crept out of his room, his tall figure looming behind you like a shadow - he was dressed in all black, of course. You peeked around and saw no one around, “Follow me, there’s a place I haven’t shown you yet…

In about 5 minutes, you were on the roof of the compound, the cool summer night’s breeze flowing around both your bodies. You were glad you wore a hoodie and some leggings, even though it was summer season, it was still quite chilly at night. Loki had been wearing a sweater and loose joggers, but the cold wouldn’t bother him anyway, you knew that.

The dark skies were clear, save for a few small white clouds, the stars were shining brightly. There were no street lamps around due to the compound being a classified area, and you basked in the darkness.

It’s beautiful, right? I come up here to think… When- when I think you’re upset with me or- or something.” You dipped your head and heaved a sigh, you felt Loki’s cold finger stroke your cheek and you looked up with a sad smile. You sank down to the gravelly ground, legs crossed and patting the ground, signaling Loki to sit next to you, and he did.

I’m sorry- I don’t understand where all of this is coming from, I thought that we were fine, our heads are running wild, my dear, we still have everything, but it’s all in our minds, I think.” Loki pulled you into a tight hug, stroking your hair gently. You nuzzled your face into the soft material of his sweater, basking in his familiar scent.

Yeah, but… this is happening…

You’ve been having really bad dreams, too, Y/N. You cry out, you say things also, might I add. You beg me to stay, you… you used to lie so close to me, too. I think we’re drifting apart with the worry.” His hands were resting against your jaw, thumbs grazing lightly over your damp cheeks. His eyes were still glassy.

I guess there’s nothing more than empty sheets between our love-

My love, like you said I- no, our love isn’t broken, just bent, like a radio satellite,” he whispered, before leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to your swollen lips.

As you broke apart, you whispered against his lips, “I feel as if I cry so much, my tears ducts may rust,” it was true - your eyes were constantly throbbing due to a number of tears you shed during the past few weeks, you didn’t go a day without letting them fall, you were too weak to hold them back, so you thought.

We will fix it, I promise.

Loki, you’re holding it in, just let go, please…” And just like that, Loki hung his head and let his shoulder rake with sobs.

I know you’re not used to Midgardians, yet, but here on earth, it’s okay to cry; it’s not a sign of weakness, Odin cannot scold you here.

Behind pained smiles, there was a love so strong between the both, right now you couldn’t see it, but it was there.

We can learn to love again.


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Sweater Weather: Remus x Reader

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader goes to steal one of Remus sweaters because she’s cold & notices that he only has a handful that aren’t too small or torn & so she buys him a few and just puts them in his trunk and then he sees the reader wearing his favorite one and just knows it was her and its just really fluffy?

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff

A/N: I know they’re called jumpers in England (and if you’re me) but for the purposes of the story, we’ll stick with the American version (sorry) also, I’m changing it up just a little bit ;)

Word Count: 1350


Originally posted by snowonchristmas

I feel a chill run down my spine as a draft passes through the room. The fire blazes at my side, and yet I can’t seem to shake the chill of the coming autumn. I tuck my feet into the crack between the cushion and the armrest of my chair, huddling closer to the plush fabric, trying to keep warm as my eyes scan the pages of the book in my hands. But after reading the same paragraph for the tenth time and absorbing none of it, I give up.

I mark my page in the book, and crawl toward the boys dormitory. If there is one place to get a sweater, it’s from my boyfriend. I climb the stairs to the room he shares with his three best friends and don’t even pause to knock before opening the door, knowing fully well that the boys are in Hogsmeade for the afternoon.

I pry open the heavy lid of his trunk, and my nose is filled with the wonderful scent of cinnamon and apples that seems to be on everything around him. Under the lid, I find his impeccably organized belongings inside and a stack of four sweaters sitting on top. I immediately go for the grey one with blue embroidery, remembering how soft and cozy it was from the last time he wore it. It’s at the bottom of the stack and as I rifle through, I notice that the other three are in various states of disrepair. The knitting on two has started to unravel, while the other looks like it’s shrunk in the wash. A huff escapes my lips as I look over the sweaters. I carefully fold them anyway and replace them inside the trunk, and then pull the grey sweater on over my shirt, grab my book and head back to the girls dormitory.

I hear voices as I approach my own bedroom door, and recognize them as belonging to Marlene, Alice, and Lily.

“Knock knock,” I announce as I enter the room, immediately crossing to Lily’s bed and plopping down next to her.

“You know, saying ‘knock knock’ doesn’t actually count as knocking,” Marlene laughs from her bed, adjacent to Lily’s.

“Whatever, it’s my room, too,” I say.

“Is that Remus’s?” Alice asks, eyeing the sweater.

“Yep,” I reply, wrapping my arms around myself, and inhaling the scent of cinnamon. “Seems to be his only good one left, I almost feel bad for stealing it.”

“Emphasis on the ‘almost,’” Lily teases. And then an idea comes to me.

“Alice, you know how to knit, don’t you?”

“Yeah, why?”

I smile at her as a plan formulates in my brain.

Hours pass and Marlene, Lily, Alice, and I are completely surrounded by yarn of varying colors and textures, maroons and dark greens strewn across the floor, and our handiwork sits in the middle of our circle. Luckily for us, Alice had all of her crafting supplies stashed under her bed. It took about an hour for Lily and I to get the hang of the knitting, whereas Marlene gave up after about six minutes and has now put herself in charge of criticizing our work.

“(Y/N), he’s going to love these so much,” Lily says over her clanking knitting needles.

I smile, looking down at the dark navy sweater I’ve been working on, and then look back up at them. “I’m not sure I want to tell him it was us.”

Marlene laughs from her spot on her bed. “What, you want him to just happen upon them and think that the elves brought them for him?”

“Yeah, kind of,” I reply, smirking a bit. “I dunno, I just. I like the idea of him just… finding them.”

Marlene laughs again, shaking her head at me. “I swear you two were made for each other. You’re too nice.”

After a week of me disappearing with the girls at random times during the day to continue our work, the sweaters are finally finished and perfect. We’d created seven, rather gorgeously crafted sweaters, deciding one for every day of the week was best.

The door to my room creaks open and Alice pokes her head in announcing, “Coast is clear! They just went down to breakfast.”

I squeal a little bit, as Lily and I scoop up the sweaters and sneak over to the boys dormitory, stealing into their room. I pry open Remus’ trunk, the smell of cinnamon and apples hitting me once again, and put my stack of sweaters in, followed by the ones Lily’s handing me. As I close the lid, I look up to see her staring absentmindedly at the bed two over from Remus’.

“Hey, Lil, y’know James probably wouldn’t mind if you just waited up here for him,” I tease. She shoots me a look, semi-amused and semi-disgusted.

“I hate you,” she replies, shoving me in the arm before taking off out of the room, her dark red hair flying behind her.

The fire blazes by my side as I sit cuddled up on the sofa, enjoying the warmth of the flames while reading my book. A confident smile plays on my lips, and I revel in the idea of seeing Remus in one of his new sweaters. Suddenly I feel a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders from behind me, and smell the familiar scent of cinnamon.

“Afternoon, my love,” Remus says, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek.

“Hello,” I reply, turning my head toward him, and closing the book and place it on the sofa by my side.

“So, the strangest thing happened and you’ll never believe it,” he says, as he crosses to sit on the couch next to me, lifting my feet to drape across his lap.

“What’s that?” I ask, perhaps a little too innocently.

“So, one week ago to this day, my favorite sweater disappears while I’m gone with my friends to Hogsmeade, and then today seven brand new sweaters appear in my trunk, smelling strangely similarly to my wonderful girlfriend’s perfume, who happens to be sitting down, reading, in the common room wearing my same favorite sweater. What are the odds really?”

My jaw drops and I look down to realize that I was, indeed, wearing his grey sweater with the blue embroidery.

I groan at my stupidity, “I meant for it to be a secret gift.”

“Love, you’ve always been terrible at keeping secrets,” he replies, taking my hand and squeezing it a little.

“I beg to differ,“ I quip, giving him a look.

“Alright, you’ve kept that secret,” he laughs in surrender, and I chuckle a little too.

“I didn’t realize this one was your favorite,” I say pulling at the sweater slightly. “You can have it back, if you’d like.”

“I think I like it better on you, actually. Besides I have these seven new sweaters that this amazing girl got for me, so,” he says, while wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap.

“Well, ‘got’ is really not the correct term. More along the lines of ‘poured hours of her soul into creating’ is more like it,” I tease, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“You… you made them for me?” he asks, in a small voice. I look down into his eyes, and they’re full of amazement and wonder.

“Well, Alice and Lily helped a lot, but yeah,” I say.

In a moment, my back is pressed down against the couch, and Remus is pinning me down, and kissing me as if his life depended on it, one arm wrapped tightly around my waist, the other cupping the back of my neck. And my arms are wrapped around his shoulders, holding him even closer to me.

He breaks this kiss, and looks down into my eyes.

“I hope you don’t thank Alice and Lily that same way,” I tease and he throws his head back in laughter.

“I love you so much,” he says. “You know that?”

I smile, slightly out of breath. “Yeah, but it’s still nice to hear.”

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i have died everyday waiting for you

PAIRING: Hyungwonho (Chae Hyungwon x Shin Hoseok)
GENRE: Somewhat angsty, somewhat fluffy (in the end)
SUMMARY: Every once in a while, Hyungwon would meet someone interesting, someone who took the time to converse with him before being transported to the afterlife. No one, however, compared to Shin Hoseok.

[A/N] so i saw the prompt “imagine person a is death and is tasked with taking person b’s soul, but has fallen in love with them” and this happened

Everyone knew Hyungwon, but not many knew him by name. Most commonly known as Death, the mysterious figure definitely didn’t have a reputation for being the warmest guy around. This wasn’t helped by the fact that a cloud of dread trailed him wherever he went, or by the fact that with mere visits he tore apart families, friends, and lovers, he ripped away the potential of young geniuses, and he indiscriminately plucked good and bad people alike from the world of the living. But beings like him had to comply to a certain set of rules in order to keep the balance of the universe in check; in short, his job was his job and he only did what was necessary.

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anonymous asked:

HIIIIIII!@!!!! Just found out yu MET LIAM OMG SJKNKJDNJKD how gorgeous is he???? and oi, what all did he talk about? Did you listen to the song? How long is it and what more are you able to tell us about it? I'm sorry if you've taken questions, I just found out and came running @ your blog. Direct me to the tag if you have if you dont wanna repeat everything. Thanks!!!!

Honestly. Honestly. I’m still in shock from the whole thing. Like okay. You spend the last few years loving and looking on from afar and just wanting nothing more than to meet your fave. And like.. it was perfect. It was wonderful. Like honestly he’s so beautiful like I KNEW HE WAS GONNA BE GORGEOUS BUT IT WAS LIKE SOMEONE LITERALLY TOOK HIM OUT OF A PICTURE AND PUT HIM IN FRONT OF ME. He was so kind. Like I knew he was gonna be nice but it surpassed everything I had thought of. He told me how sweet I was a bunch of times as I was telling him how proud of him I was and like.. listen.. that man is SOFT AND SMOL. You see that red sweater he wore? Dude that thing had to be expensive it was legit soft lmao. Anyway he was so tiny! Like he was way taller than me but still smol and tiny and I’m gushing omg lol He talked a bit about the boys and how things were exciting since they were all putting out their own music. And then he told the ice cream truck story (if you haven’t heard, just go on my blog and go to /tagged/meeting-liam it’s there somewhere). He was all giggly and blushy when they went to play his song that he walked out of the room and was like “I get a bit embarrassed hearing my own stuff.” And honestly my tag above has more on it I’m gonna die if I keep talking I miss him so much lol. The song is SO GOOD. Like you guys going crazy over he previews? Nah. This song is fire. Just wait. Just wait. He’s so talented and deserves all the recognition for this song. Anyway it was amazing and I’m so blessed and thankful for the opportunity. :’)

You Are Watching: GHOST KING

“Oh my god did you watch the new episode of Ghost King?”

“Yes!! It was so scary! I nearly fainted!”

“Oh please that shit is fake and you know it!”

“He shoots the episodes live Damian! How could it possibly be fake?”

“I wonder where he’ll go explore next? Maybe that old house up on Simpkins Drive?”

This, among other things, was a common topic that floated through the halls, in every classroom, and the lunch hall in Demigod High School. Odd name, I know. At first it was just Half Blood High School, in close proximity with Jupiter High School , but after resolving a small (not small at all) fued the two schools merged together.

Anyways. The YouTuber known as xXxGHOSTKINGxXx was something short of a hot commodity. He had millions of suscribers, close to a billion actually, he would go around his town and sometimes other cities if he could to explore supposedly haunted establishments, kinda like Ghost Adventures, he always wore a large sweater that hid his frame, but it also had a hood that you could zip up to reveal the skull design. Which is how he always wore it, along with matching skeleton hand gloves with the fingers cut off. Besides the white skeleton design on the sweater, he wore all black. And he always had on a voice modifier so no one could actually hear his voice.

The myserty of who he was, was part of his appeal. There was also the fact he claimed to be a medium, a very powerful and sensitive medium. He was like a spirit magnet wherever he went.

So yeah, he was well known.

“Hey, they’re talking about you.” Jason whispered to his friend beside him who had his black worn out boots resting on his cluttered desk, tilted back in his chair with his arms crossed and eyes closed as his chin rested on his chest.

He opened one eye to peak at the boy whispering to him and let out a deep sigh. “I know, I hear them, Jason, I’m not deaf.” He grumbled out before yawning into his hand.

Jason smiled knowing his friend’s tone was not filled with real agitation, he was just tired from a night of ghost hunting.

“At least lunch is after this class.”

The dark haired boy nodded slowly trying to stay awake, but when you’re up till 3 A.M. in an abandoned hospital getting proof of ghosts existence, well it wasn’t easy to say the least.

“Hey Neeks!” A familiar (annoying) voice pulled him from his almost sleep.

Neeks, aka Nico, once again opened his eyes and huffed out in annoyance. “Don’t call me that Jackson.”

Percy Jackson, Captain of the swim team, everyone’s friend, and hot as hell, stood before Nico in all his gorgeous annoying glory. That was a friendship many questioned, so was the friendship between Mr. Golden Boy himself, Jason Grace, but those facts are beside the matter.

“Always a ray of sunshine.”

“Want do you want Percy?”

“Did you watch the new episode of Ghost King last night?”

“Of course I did, why do you think I’m so tired?”

“It was so awesome!”

And there was no stopping Percy from blabbering on and on and on now.

Yes Nico was the Ghost King, but very few people actually knew this. Percy was not one of them. Who did know was his family, Jason and his girlfriend Piper, and Nico’s best friend Reyna. He preferred to keep it a secret, he was never one for wanting attention. He was the one in the back of the classroom hoping to blend in with the shadows which he kinda did with all the black he wore.

But hearing how so many people liked him, liked what he did, well, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit proud or happy.

“Who’s the Ghost King?” A new voice asked. A voice Nico generally tried to avoid, not because he hated the person the voice belonged to but because he was crushing on the person, had been for the longest time, ever since he transferred to the school last month.

Percy turned to gape at Will Solace, Sunshine boy extraordinaire.

“You’ve never heard of the Ghost King!?”

“How could I not? He’s talked about almost everywhere. But I mean I’ve never watched his videos. I like to go to bed at reasonable hours.”

“Dork.” Nico mumbled out with a soft chuckle, but immediately stopped when blue eyes locked on him and shot him a playful glare.

“Call me what you will, di Angelo, but a healthy sleep schedule is vital for you. And yes, you especially. You never sleep!”

“I sleep.”

“Oh please.”

“I do!”

Percy of course interrupted their banter in favor of whipping out his phone and pulling Will into their small circle of people. Really if the teacher was here, Nico was sure he wouldn’t have been able to get the attention of the class back at all.

“Here this is the first episode. Educate yourself child!” Percy declared as he handed Will one earphone as he slipped the other into his ear and pressed play.

“Percy. Lunch is in 10 minutes. That video is 30 minutes long. You guys won’t finish.” Jason tried to reason as he put his stuff into his backpack, and doing the same for Nico. As if Nico couldn’t do it himself, but Jason had this thing about getting out of the classroom first so he always packed his and Nico’s stuff so they could get out of whatever class they had together efficiently.

Percy paused the video with a small whine from Will, that definitely didn’t make Nico blush. “Fair point Grace! How about you eat lunch with us Will? Then I could show you more videos!”

Will smiled and nodded. “Sounds good.”

Oh Nico was going to kill Percy.

im standing so awkwardly because I was caught off guard but yeah my cousin is partially in front of me but you can see enough of my outfit anyway.
I wore high waisted jeans, a crop top, and a sweater (despite it being 87 degrees out. I was self conscious)
I felt fat but looking at this picture I dont look as bad as I felt.
I like that my collarbones are somewhat visible, the little bone on my wrist, and you can see enough of thighs to see what I mean about them not touching until the top when I stand.
I felt so so so so so so so fat that day though

apocalypse-musings-deactivated2  asked:

My birthday is June 8. Anything everlark would be nice. Thanks.

Originally posted by ungifable

Happy Birthday @apocalypse-musings! This wonderful birthday fic was written for you by the amazing @burkygirl (thank you SO MUCH for your submission, it’s wow!)


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Finally (Matt Espinosa)

Finally (Matt Espinosa)

I smile as Jake waves at me and yells, “Don’t forget. Tonight, 7 sharp.” I nod and walk away, heading towards my house.

10 minutes later I arrive and head into my empty house, when not a minute later my older brother Cameron walks in with Matt behind him. Cameron and Matt go to the same college while I’m stuck in high school for another 3 months.

“Sup, sweetheart?” Matt asks.

I look at him seductively and reply, “Nothing much, babe.”

Cameron exaggeratedly rolls his eyes. Matt and I have had this weird relationship since I started high school and he was in 10th grade. We flirted, but nothing ever happened with it. I don’t even think he wants anything to happen with it. I’ve had a crush on him ever since my first day of high school when I met him while following around my brother. But I’m pretty sure he has no feeling for me and still sees me as the underdeveloped munchkin I was when I was 14.

Even though now I’ve grown 2 cup sizes, gotten my braces off, and figured out what it means to style your hair. He still doesn’t notice me, and going out with Jake is my first step to getting over the universal crush I have, or should I say had, on him.

I put my stuff down and come downstairs to hang out with them. I only hang out with them for an hour before I go upstairs to prepare for my date. I need to pick out an outfit, do my hair and makeup, and figure out a way to get out without Cam knowing about it. He’s been acting extra over-protective since he left for college, I guess since he can’t watch over me at school anymore.

As I look through the dozen outfits laying out on my bed, Matt barges in. Without knocking. I want to be annoyed, but can’t be, so I just give him a look. He shrugs it off before noticing the clothes everywhere.

“Whoa, why does it look like an explosion of floral and stripes in here?”

I don’t know why, but I’m a little scared to tell him about my date. What will he think? What if he laughs and thinks I’m kidding? I think after that I’d just sit in a corner and cry. I force myself to stop thinking about what he’ll think and just say it. “I have a date tonight, and I’m not sure if I should for a frilly floral look to impress him, or my usual striped stuff, so he won’t be surprised when he sees the real me. And then after that the question becomes what type of stripes or floral should I wear? Like a floral skirt with a sweater or a striped sweater with-“

He cuts me off. “Wait, did you just say you had a date?” He looks a little shocked, but his expression is mostly blank.

“Uh, yeah.” He stays silent for a while. I’m not sure if this is better or worse than the laughing. Then as he realizes I’m studying him, he goes slightly red and snaps himself back to consciousness. I act as normal as possible and step aside so he can fully see the outfits. “So…. Which one do you think?”

He rubs the back of his head and keeps an unreadable expression as he plops into the chair next to my bed. “Are you sure you wanna do this, Y/N?”

“What do you mean?”

“Go on this date. I mean, what if the guy is a complete douche? Then what?”

“He won’t be. And even if he is, it’s just one date. There are other guys I can go out with.” He flinches at my last sentence. “Why are we even having this conversation anyway? You don’t care about my love life.”

He stays silent for another moment before saying, “Pick the short sweater with the floral skirt. You always look gorgeous when you wear that.”

I try not to overanalyze his comment, but it’s hard. “Whoa. Did Mathew Lee Espinosa just compliment me? That’s a first.”

He gets up and stalks out of my room while saying, “Don’t mention it.”

That was weird.

2 hours later

I took Matt’s advice and wore the cropped cable knit sweater with my floral skirt and some combat boots. I didn’t do much to my hair except add a few curls before putting it into a ponytail.

I couldn’t, however, figure out the Cam situation. As I went down the stairs I quickly called out to him that I was leaving, but he stopped me before I made it to the door.

“Where are you going and who with?”

“I’m going out to eat with… a friend from school.”

“Who is this friend?”

I could see Matt’s smirk as he sat on the couch waiting for Cameron to come back so he could unpause the video game. I ignored him and said, “You’re starting to sound like Mom and Dad.”

“I don’t care right now. Just tell me, is this a date?”


“Well then I have to meet him.” Cam resolved. Just after he said that, Jake’s car pulled up/

“No!!! Cam please.”

“Yes, Y/N!! I need to meet this guy.”

I rack through my brain quickly because I know if I don’t head out in a minute, Jake will come inside and be forced to talk.

“How about I see how this date goes, and if there’s a second, then you can meet him?”

Cam grumbles but eventually says, “Fine.”

I do a happy dance in my mind as I race out of the front door to see Jake.

Matt’s POV:

I watched as his car left and I sat in anger and frustration.

“She wasn’t gonna wait for you forever, dude. You need to man up and tell her how you feel about her.”

“I almost did when she told me she had a date, but I didn’t want to ruin that for her.”

“Hey, whether or not you tell her is your business, but he’s not the first guy to ask her out and he won’t be the last. She likes you, but if you don’t move fast, she’ll move on.”

“I hate to say it, but you’re right.”

“I know I am,” Cam says and continues playing the video game. “God, I can’t believe I just gave you advice for going after my sister.”

“Neither can I, but thanks.” We continue playing the game, and a million thoughts rush through my head. I’ve been crushing on Y/N since I met her when she started high school. Back then she still had braces, and she was still going through puberty, but so was I. Besides, it was her personality that I liked most. She had a way of lighting up a room with her smile, and she knew how to laugh and make others laugh even in the toughest situations, and she would stop to help anybody, no matter their problem.

Then, when she started 11th grade… God, I didn’t know what to do. Her boobs got bigger, she dyed the tips of her hair blonde, and her smile got even cuter. Guys started paying so much more attention to her. And that’s when, I realized this was more than a crush. I got angry when other guys tried to talk to her. I wanted her to be mine, but I never knew how to act on it. So, I just helped Cam. I protected her from other guys and did the best I could to keep her from dating someone. She apparently thought that that was all there was to it.

But we flirted, all the time. We teased each other, and sometimes even acted like a couple to get other people off of our backs. It killed me sometimes. One moment she’d be leaned into my chest, looking at me with those not-so-innocent eyes, and the next she’d be a foot away from my reach, saying I owed her for making us act like a couple.

I remember one especially painful moment on her 18th birthday last month when she got a little too tipsy. Her friends had thrown her a party at a club and she somehow convinced Cam to agree with it. Anyways, at this party there were a ton of guys flirting with her, and she didn’t like any of them. So, she comes up to me, drags me to the dance floor and starts grinding on me to the beat of the music. To top it off, she had on this skin-tight black dress that left little to the imagination, and fuck-me heels on that managed to make her only 4 inches shorter than me.

Once the guys had left, she then removed herself from me, said she owed me one, and left. I was stuck with a raging hard-on for the rest of the night. Of course, other girls had offered to “take care” of it for me, but I had eyes for only one girl from that point on. And now she’s on a date with someone else.

Y/N’s POV:

I sighed as Jake pulled into my driveway. The date hadn’t been horrible, but there was nothing there. It was…. mediocre. I gave Jake a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for the date.

“Did you want me to walk you to your door?”

“No, that’s alright. Good night, Jake.”

“G’night, Y/N, see you around.”

I wave at him as he drives away, then make my way into the house. After I lock the door, I turn around and almost jump out of my skin. Matt’s standing only a foot away from me. I wait for him to speak.

“So, how was your date?”

“It was… okay. What are you still doing here?”

“I need to talk to you.”

He looks serious. Should I be worried? “Uh, okay, we can talk in my room.”

We head upstairs to my room. He starts talking while I grab clothes to change into. “Listen, Y/N, I’ve had-“  I pull of my sweater, revealing my bra. I don’t get why some girls are self-conscious about guys seeing them in underwear if they wear bikinis, which I do. “I-I-I’ve had… uh, could you hurry up and put on a shirt, you’re a little distracting.”

“Oh, come on. You’ve seen me in a bikini before, how is this any different?”

“It’s not, you’re distracting in a bikini too. Well, except that now there’s a bed right there and- never mind, that’s not what I came here to talk about. Are you finished yet?”

I straighten out my shirt, and say, “Yeah.” I sit down on my bed and look at him, interested.

“Well, I’ve- I’ve kind of had feeling for you. For a while now. And before, I didn’t know how to tell you, so I just kept it to myself. But I like you a lot, Y/N.”

I stay silent for a while. I’m… shocked. Wow, all this time we’ve both liked each other but neither of us could be bothered to say anything.

“Y/N? Please say something. I know this is bad timing, but I really do like you. I hated seeing you go out with that guy tonight. It killed me trying to help you choose an outfit. I want to be the one you’re choosing outfits for. And I want to be the one you stress over, and I want to be the one who gets to kiss you and hold you whenever I want to.” He got up out of the chair he was on and sat next to me. “Not that John guy.”

“His name was Jake.”

“I honestly don’t care. Right now all I care about is whether or not you’ll be mine.”

I look at his eyes and see his silent pleading. I nod and lean in to kiss him. At first both of us are tentative and questioning, but as soon as our lips touch, all hesitance falls away. He wraps an arm around my waist and I softly put my hand on his neck. For first few seconds, the kiss is sweet and slow, but after a little while, both of us become impatient and start to kiss harder and it becomes increasingly passionate.

He grips me a little harder and pulls me on to his lap. That’s when I feel mini-him. And boy, is it big. He’s already hard, and I realize why he was stuttering and rushing me to get dressed earlier. I decide to have a little fun and start slowly grinding directly above his member.

He lets out little whimpers and quiet moans. “Fuck, baby, we can’t right now. Cam’s just downstairs. If he catches us we’re both dead.”

I sit on him in silence for a little while before I hear it. “You hear that? Cam’s knocked out and probably will be until noon.” I get up and close my door before coming back and attacking Matt’s lips.

Apparently, that was enough convincing for him. I continue grinding on his clothed cock while he begins to attack my neck. I’m sure I’ll have hickies by tomorrow, but Cam’s lecture will be so worth it. I let out a moan from all the pleasure and Matt puts a finger over my lips. “You have to be quiet or else we’ll get caught.

I nod and continue grinding while I help Matt pull off my shirt. I quickly pull off my sweatpants and throw those behind me before continuing again. He groans at the sight of me in just my underwear grinding on him. He pulls down one of my bra cups and starts sucking on my nipple. I gasp in surprise and pleasure and he nips and sucks and bites.

I somehow manage to pull of his jeans and get him out of his shirt while he takes off my bra and takes turns with my nipples. I have to bite my lip to keep from letting out a moan. I stop grinding on him for a moment to take off his boxers. His dick pops out and lands on his stomach. I level my face with his dick and lightly lick the tip, where precum is slowly leaking. He lets out a muffled moan and I smile and begin to stroke him with one hand.

I continue licking and kissing his tip while stroking and after just a moment of doing that he grabs my hand and pulls me back up to his face. “Baby, I don’t want to come yet, but you’re making me real close.” I nod and he brings his hand down my stomach and over my clothed pubic bone and starts gently teasing my pussy lips. He slowly starts to rub harder and harder and finally touches my clit. I begin to let out a moan, but he covers it by kissing me.

He lets out a groan. “I can’t fucking take it anymore!” He rips of my panties and pulls my hips up to his face. He rubs my clit a little more and says, “Mm, you’re already so wet for me.” He then plunges his tongue into my pussy and I nearly scream at the pleasure. He licks and sucks and nibbles at my clit and lips and I have to grab on to the headboard keep myself steady. A little while later I feel my impending orgasm coming. When it hits me I shake and grip the headboard so tight my knuckles begin to turn white.

Matt pulls me down and lays me next to him. He rolls on top of me and I pull my face down and kiss him. “Can you taste yourself on my lips?” I nod before grinding onto his dick once again, this time with nothing
shielding us. He quietly moans and says, “Okay, I get it.” I grab his dick and line it up and he quickly thrusts in. We both moan and he gives me a second to adjust to his size. After a few seconds I start to thrust my hips up to signal that I’m ready for him to move. He grabs my hips and starts thrusting. “Harder, Matt. Fuck!” I cry out.

He pulls out and slams into me repeatedly and with each thrust we get closer and closer to our highs. I start to rise up to meet his thrusts. He begins to get deeper and deeper, and before I can say anything, I come for the second time tonight. My high triggers his, and after we both lie there, breathless. Eventually, he rolls off of me and we get up under the covers. He pulls me into his chest, so that we’re spooning.

We lay there in silence until I finally say, “I’ve liked you for a while too.”

I feel his smile against my neck and he says, “So does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“I’d love to.”

He kisses my neck repeatedly and I smile, and we talk until we fall asleep.

I can’t believe Matt and I are together, finally.

A/N: This is the first imagine I’ve ever written with smut, so sorry if it’s as horrible as it seems to me. I hope you liked it anyways, though. Thanks for reading! Peace out, muthafuckas

Okay, so I don’t know what this is exactly.  Sort of fluff, but also a bit sad?  It’s high school AU kiane.  And I apparently have a lot of headcanons for high school NNT.  I don’t address all of them in here, but some are implied.  One being that the Sins are part of their school’s hockey team.  (I plan to expand on my name choice for the school and team, but it didn’t fit in this fic.)

But yes.  Maybe I’ll do Melizabeth next and expand on this idea a bit more.  Idk.

Also, King and Elaine are twins in this.  Because why not?

King sat with his skates half laced in the boy’s locker room.  He was staring at the words scrawled in sharpie on his locker door, examining the dents and scrapes.  Stalling.

“King, are you dead in there?  I don’t want to have to come in, but I mean, I will if you’re dead.”

Diane’s voice echoed off the concrete, there was no actual door, just a few well placed walls.  His poor heart skipped a few beats.

“No, don’t come in.  I’ll be right out.”  He sighed.  What was wrong with him?  It was only Diane.  Nothing scary about her.  Nothing to be nervous about.  They skated together at practice loads of times.  He could do this.  There was no cause for alarm.  No reason to panic.

His fingers fumbled as he tightened his laces.  Damn it, why can’t I stop shaking?

Once he was laced up and ready, he walked across padded mats until he reached the rink.  Bleachers surrounded the ice and above them there were banners for all the school teams in the district.  The Liones High Knights were the center most banner.  It wasn’t official because adults weren’t fond of playing favorites, but the Liones Knights undefeated for the past three years.  And, unofficially, they were the best in the district.

King stepped out onto the ice and glided, his stance and posture adjusting with the ease of long practice.  As a kid, his parents had been all about figure skating.  His twin sister, Elaine, had no talent for the sport.  King hadn’t cared for it either, though he did enjoy skating.  Hockey, it seemed, was his true passion.  If he could claim to be passionate about anything.  Music was a close second, he was rarely without headphones.

Diane was already skating, her hockey uniform swapped for a skirt and leggings for warmth.  She wore a thin sweater and her hair, as always, in pig-tails.  Diane wasn’t the strongest skater, but she could stop a puck at full speed without padding.  No one scored when Diane was goalie, which is partly why they always won. 

“Oh, there you are.  I was seriously beginning to worry.”  She beamed at him, skating over and stopping sloppily. 

“Sorry about that.  I…um, I broke a lace.”  He didn’t know what prompted the lie, except that he didn’t want her to catch on that he was nervous.  “So, uh, anyway, why’d you ask me to skate with you?  It’s a bit late.  I thought the rink would be closed.”

“No, we still got a half hour.  And what’s great is that it’s a school night so, as you can clearly see, the rink’s pretty much ours for the rest of the night.”  She was quite happy about this, stretching out her arms and motioning to the empty space. 

He cursed in his head, because Diane hadn’t answered the important question.  Why were they here?  Why did she invite him and no one else?  Now he had no answer and no easy way of re-asking his question.

“It’s weird being out here without all the gear and stuff.  I normally have a stick in my hand for balance, ya know?”

“Uhuh.”  King scratched at his cheek, hoping his desperation didn’t show.  “So, what now?”  There, that was a safe question.

She looked away, her hair swinging around her face, and then dashed off suddenly.  King could catch her with no effort.  The blades of her skates were scraping and jabbing at the ice, not gliding.  She circled him, and King followed her smoothly, pivoting so that she was always in view.  Finally, she stopped and extended her hand to him.

“What?”  He said, looking at her open palm and then back at her.  His hands were tucked into the pocket of his hoodie, the material worn and fraying in places, but he was never comfortable unless he was wearing it. 

“What do you mean, what?  Take my hand, dummy.”

He hesitated, blushing because Diane called people names when she was nervous.  Never anything mean, but she had this flippant way of covering her unease by lashing out.  King knew probably better than anyone, really.  The rest of their team, though they were more or less all friends with each other, had their own things going on.  Ban and Meliodas were a grade above King and Diane, Gowther was in all the AP classes and spent a lot of time with his extra curricular activities.  He rarely even showed up for games anymore.

When King sensed that there was something she was not saying, his own anxiety disappeared.  He took her hand and helped her move along the ice, gently coaching her on how to place her feet.  He’d attempted to teach her before with poor results.  Skating required a fair amount of grace and though Diane wasn’t clumsy, she was so heavy footed that she’d rather stomp into the ice than float over it.  She was distracted for a time, but he was still concerned. 

“Hey, Diane?”

“Yeah?”  She said, cheeks red from the cold.  He was sure his own cheeks were too, which was a blessing.  She was still holding his hand.

“I was just curious, since it is a school night, why are you allowed out so late?”

Diane tripped, falling hard on the ice and sliding.  King helped her to her feet, but she refused to look at him.  Her leggings were damp from the fall.

King sighed.  He’d been suspicious for awhile.  Though, it never felt appropriate to ask.  But right now, her mysterious behavior and asking him to skate with her at a random hour without anyone else, it seemed more like a cry for help.  For some reason, she didn’t want to be home.

“Diane, why’d you ask me here?”


She still wouldn’t look at him.  She scooted herself toward the wall and held on. 

“Diane, I don’t know why you’re avoiding your house.  And you don’t have to tell me.”  She tensed when he mentioned her house, obviously not expecting that he would pick up on it.  But how could he not?  With Diane, he was perceptive and aware.  He couldn’t help it.  Sure, he ignored social cues all the time in classes.  He’d rather sit with his book at his desk than participate.  When someone offered to be friendly, he was apathetic to the point of rudeness.  He just never cared so much about amassing friends and popularity.  And he didn’t care to put in the effort.  But with Diane he didn’t have to try.  It just…happened.

He kept his tone soothing, hoping to keep her from feeling put on the spot.  “Listen, Diane, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.  I just want you to know that I’m here if you ever decide you want to talk about it.”

He saw tears slip over her cheeks and he nearly went into panic mode again.  “Please don’t cry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She sniffed.  “You didn’t upset me.”

That’s not how it looked to him, but he kept his mouth shut.  He’d only meant to help, not make things worse. 

“Hey, I know.  Why don’t I run back and get our gear?  I can grab a few sticks and a puck and we could do a few drills or something, alright?  Just wait right there.  Don’t move.  I’ll be right back.”  He started to skate away, but she reached for him and snagged the back of his hoodie.

“Wait…don’t go.”

“Okay, I won’t.”  He felt so useless.  Why couldn’t she have asked Elizabeth or Meliodas to help her?  They were good about these things.  They knew about…talking and sympathizing.  They could make her smile again.  He grabbed his hair, searching his brain for something that might help her.

“Thanks,” she said.  She hadn’t let go of him yet and he was too busy anguishing over his inadequacy to notice.  “And thank you, King, for meeting me here.”

“I…it’s not a problem.  You can ask me anytime, you know.  But…I just figured, maybe next time Elizabeth would be better–”

Diane shook her head.  “No.  Elizabeth is a great friend, but I didn’t ask her because…”  She began to twirl her pig tail around her finger.  “Because she’s not you, okay?  I wanted to ask you.  You…you make me feel better.”

“I wha…” he couldn’t even articulate a response. 

“I don’t know.  You always listen.  You’re quiet, but thoughtful.  I feel like, if I needed to, I could talk to you about anything.  Though, it’s not always easy.  But just being here with you, it’s helped in ways I can’t even tell you.  Because you’re right, I don’t want to go home.  I hate going home.  And some nights are worse than others so I stay out as long as I can.”

She was crying now, a full stream of tears.  She wiped at them angrily, like they had offend her.  King didn’t know what to do when people cried.  When Elaine cried, he would offer her her favorite toys until she stopped.  If that didn’t work, then it was ‘Mom!  Elaine’s upset!”

So he was pretty sure that this was the wrong thing to do, but his instincts were all ‘go for it’ so he did.  He gently wrapped his arms around her and let her cry.  Diane latched onto him after a minute, her tears drenching his hoodie and her fingers clenched tight in the fabric.  He didn’t speak, but he hadn’t needed to.  She started to calm down after a few minutes, her face pulling back so she could snuggling into his chest.

“Just so you know, if you ever want to come skating, I’m free any time.”

Diane chuckled, “Well, not any time, right?  I mean, you probably have your own-”

“Anytime.  Okay?”

She nodded, and he couldn’t see her face to know if she was still upset or not.  He was afraid to check.

“In that case, do you think you’ll be free tomorrow, too?”

“Yeah, I’ll be here.  Unless you want to go somewhere else?”

Diane wrinkled her nose, looking around at the empty rink.  “Well, as much as the captain would love to hear that I’m getting some practice skating, I’d be happier on solid ground I think.”

He smiled.  “Sounds good to me.  Where would you like to go?”

“I don’t know.  We can figure it out tomorrow.”

She was still clinging to him when he skated with her back to the rink’s entrance.  They separated, a bit awkwardly, to the respective lockers to put away their skates.  They met again on the other side, his converse returned and her back to wearing her boots.  She was much more mobile off the ice and she took full advantage as she skipped around or nudged against him while they walked to the bus stop. 

“Are you going to be okay?  You know, you could always stay at my house.”

Diane dipped forward, smirking.  “Yeah, I’d bet you’d like that, huh?”

“What?  No.  Not like, I didn’t mean it like that.”  He was blushing again, which had apparently been her goal. 

“I know what you meant.  And thank you.  I may take you up on that sometime.”

He nodded, but then he realized that he wasn’t sure if she meant needing a place to stay or if she was making another joke about spending the night with him.  He pulled the edges of his hoodie up around his face to cover his cheeks. 

“This is my bus, thanks for everything.”  She stood up, but before she got on the bus she turned back to him once more.  Diane moved much too fast for him to react, stealing a kiss from him before she sprinted onto her bus.  He sat in a petrified silence for a long time.  The quick pressure of her lips lingered long after he’d made it home.

Once inside, he noticed that Elaine was still awake.  She was on the couch, giggling and making faces at her screen.  The voice on the other end of the Skype call was unmistakable and cringe worthy.  But King’s elation would not be soured by his sister’s older, obnoxious, annoying boyfriend–and King’s teammate.  But he was tolerable as a teammate.  Less so when flirting with Elaine. 

King strolled right past her, a spring in his step, and even when he caught the exchange of pet names–which would normally make him gag and try to disconnect the wifi–he merely ignored it.  Not tonight, Ban, you and your infuriating relationship with my sister won’t keep me from squealing into my pillow and reliving the past few hours until exhaustion takes me.

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HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY JANE!!!! we are only three thousand years late but here it is at long last, Hannah and Mari’s birthday gift to you, you most wonderful and excellent human. you deserve only the best things in life, and we hope you enjoy this, love

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“Hey guys, Percy here. I have some news…” Percy shifted in his plastic office chair as he looked into the familiar big eye of the camera perched on top of a few of his housemate’s books on his desk (he really needed to buy a tripod already). “So it’s been just over two years since I made this channel, and I woke up this morning to see that I’ve now got one million subscribers! which is absolutely insane and I can’t believe so many of you tune into me talking to myself once a week.”

“Oh come on, man. You know why they love you.” His roommate, Jason decided to roll into view on his wheelie chair at that moment, not totally unplanned. He grinned charmingly into the camera.

Percy rolled his eyes. “And here to celebrate my joining of the million subscribers club, is Jason. Cue jazz hands.”

Jason made a meek attempt at jazz hands.

“Dude, that’s terrible.”

“I’m not a jazz hands kinda guy,” Jason protested.

“What kind of person do you have to be to be a jazz hand kinda guy?”

Jason scratched his chin. “I don’t know…Piper?”

Percy nodded. “Piper does love the jazz hands. Anyway, we’re here celebrating my amazing achievement. And because - as my good friend Annabeth likes to say - my imagination stems from a pea, I have failed to come up with an amazing way to celebrate. But here’s a little montage of my videos over the past two years which, yes unfortunately include the very embarrassing early years.”

“So embarrassing.” Jason shook his head.

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