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A couple of you wanted to see the comic in full pages just to see what it looks like and I don’t mind. I know there were some who had a little trouble reading the comic last time so I just wanted to provide a way for it to be easier to read.

@veykun for helping me with the cover art and the story, it was fun working with him and I’m sure this wont be the last!

If you would like to read the other version here is a link: http://idontevenknow-anymore.tumblr.com/post/166873490413

Thank you all for reading this short comic and it was a blast making it!! I hope to make more in the future!

@therealjacksepticeye

Jikook fic recs masterpost

Hi everyone! So, as any jikook shipper, you all know that there is a variety of great fics, old and new, about our fave ship. I, personally, tend to like reading more about the new ones (not because the 2014 ones aren’t good anymore, but like, u know what i mean, dynamics of the ship changed).

So as someone who spends……. alot….. of their free time reading and writing fics, and as someone who’s been in the fandom for a couple months now, i tought it would be a good idea to write down here some of my faves for you, old shipper who thinks they’ve read them all, or new shipper who doesn’t know where to start :) 

I’ll try to recommend complete ones for the most part, and recent ones, but you know…… some of ‘em are classics. Here are my personnal all-time favorites.

Let’s start ! (in no particular order)

* - awesome

** - extra-awesome

*** - life-changing

1. Constraint, by Harlot. ** One shot, 40k, complete. “Jungkook is young and he is more acquainted with confusion and poor-decision-making than he’d like to admit. Despite being only 19 years old, he sometimes argues that he’s been through and seen some shit. He is never sure where he’s going to end up and he’s not entirely sure what kind of future is waiting for him. He is often not sure of a lot but he is certain—absolutely certain—that he’s not gay.
Alternatively, a story in which Jungkook meets Park Jimin and doesn’t like him whatsoever. There’s just something about him… there’s just so much about him. Jungkook really can’t stand him. In fact, he can’t stand him so much he can’t quite seem to get him off of his mind.
” ((So this one is quite lengthy, i know, but totally worth it ! Jungkook is a real douche in the beginning, but his reactions are so believable and relatable that you forgive him instantly. Great caracterization. Smutty parts in the end.))

2. Loverboy, by gangbang. *** One shot, 9k, complete. “this much jimin’s figured out: sometimes, somehow, his words make people fall in love with him.” ((Okay so this one is my personnal favorite, if I had to chose from all the jikooks fics, and probably all fics of all ships of all times, this would probably win the 1rst place. There’s something about it. Magical realism. Ansgt. Incredible storyline and characterization. A+++))

3. More golden than a golden snitch, by arborescent. ** Series of 3 One shots. 4k for this one, complete. “Everyone knows that the first year Slytherin seeker Jeon Jungkook’s biggest fan is not from his own house but a third year Hufflepuff named Park Jimin.” ((Okay so another old one… but a true classic. This one is a series so be sure to read the 3 of them, aren’t long, but truly amazing. HP au, with a lot of misunderstandings, a tsundere jk, and a fluffy muggleborn jimin. Don’t have to have loved HP to read this.))

4. And back again, by novilunar. * One shot, 3k, complete. “Jimin wishes he could stay away from Jungkook.” ((Ok so this is also an old one BUT i had to link it cause i read it 4 times by now and it is  THE fic that started me into Jikook. Basically, Jimin doesn’t do one night stands, and thats all jk does. Jimin falls. Happy ending. Great writing. Good smutty parts. Love it.))

5. The Bet, by jonghyunslisterine. ** 11 chapters, 46k, complete. “Where Jeon Jungkook makes a bet that he can get the notoriously single Park Jimin to sleep with him by the end of the semester. Needless to say, things don’t go exactly as planned.” ((Okay, another old one, classic, that you probably already read. If not, then  d o   i t. Quite lengthy, but a safe bet. Great great great character development. Jimin is such a complex but lovely being and jk is such a douche but then gets it and it all goes well in the end. The jeonlous is gold. University setting, and jk’s concerns about school are so well written and so relatable. Great one overall.))

6. Flowertalk, by soranosuzu. * One shot, 3k, complete. “Jimin works in a flower shop and Jungkook is a delivery boy who drives a pastel pink van.” ((Tooth rotting fluff. Short and sweet, perfect for when you’re feeling for it.))

7. You’re ripped at every edge (but you’re a masterpiece), bykafeuka. * 3 chapters, 34k, complete.  “Jimin swore there was nothing worst than having Jeon Jungkook as a sergeant.(Or,In which Jimin was forced to enlist in military and he was under the sexgod Sergeant Jeon’s monitoring division and god, Sergeant Jeon really needs to stop being a douchebag)” ((Ok so this one is maybe not an ultimate fave, but it’s only b/c of the end. Overall, it’s great, tho’. Military AU. Sexual tension. JK is sexually frustrated and frustrating. JM is a rich boy. Both characters are douches. Loved the idea.))

8. One upon a time share, by namakemono. * 5 chapters, 32k, complete. “Jungkook is in desperate need of a vacation, but spending two weeks in Namjoon and Hoseok’s timeshare in Okinawa with his recently separated ex of three years was probably (definitely) not what he had in mind.” ((I don’t know why i like the ex trope so much??? anyone with me??? there isn’t enough of those. JK and JM broke up, but their friends are still friends. And want them back together. Oops. Love it.))

7. White T-shirt and Brown Timberlands, by Rose_gold715. ** One shot, 11k, complete. “Jimin is filing for divorce after eight years with Jungkook. He needs to let go, and yet, he wants to hold on a little longer.” ((Aaaaand another ex trope, but not really. Established relationship that doesn’t go well for a while, but happy ending. Original idea. Kinda angsty, and heartbreaking. Loved it.))

8. You’re a hard soul to save with an ocean in the way (but i’ll get around it), by namakemono (great author ok bye). ** One shot, 20k, complete. “Jimin has the whole ocean at his fingertips, but for some reason he can’t help but look up to where the humans are, and wonder what it’s like to be part of their world.(or: the Little Mermaid AU that no one asked for)” ((Ok so now move on to something a lil’ fluffier. I DID NOT KNOW HOW MUCH I WANTED A LITTLE MERMAID AU. But i did. Jimin w/ red hair. Rich boy JK that has to take care of him. Funny and cute. A little jowel of a fic.))

9. You Don’t Bring Me Flour, by superbroc. * One shot, 3k, complete. “In order to graduate, Park Jimin must convince cute grocery cashier Jeon Jungkook that this sack of flour is his beloved child.” ((Soooo funny. Happy and fluffy. Great when you’re in the mood for something lighter.))

10. Let’s play for keeps, bykaythebest. * One shot, 4k, complete. “Jimin plays games for the entertainment of the Internet. Poorly. In fact, his entire schtick seems to be entirely based on how terrible he is. JimJams tries. He rarely succeeds.” ((Youtuber AU. Funny. A lot of Pining. What’s there more to ask.))

11. A touch of sin, by pettey. *** 10 chapters, 102k, complete. “After his transfer to a quiet seaside town, Jeongguk was prepared to face a year of uneventful CID work, but found himself dealing with a series of strange murders instead.” ((ULTIMATE FAVE OF THE MOMENT. Last fic I actually read, yesterday, in the middle of the night. Terrible idea, ‘cause it’s so spooky. I’m not a fan of gore, so i was scared when i read the hashtags, but really there isn’t that much, and it’s so well written that you barely notice it. The story is so well written and plot-driven. It could litteraly be a book. The universe is so intriguing. Ghosts. Witchcraft. JK is a cop, JM is a witch, sorta. Weird murders happen, JM is suspected. Sexual tension. So soooo much sexual tension. Characters are amazingly written. Slowbuilt. The end is bittersweet, if you don’t like much of happy endings, you’ll love it, if you only like happy endings (like me), you’ll love it too. Also there’s smut. And amazing song recommandations.))

12. Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin, by decompositionbooks. ** 6 chapters, 34k, complete. “The world didn’t think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin’s handbook on dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.” ((You kids are so lucky to be able to read this fic in one go. I had to wait for every chapter. E v e r y   o n e. I know not all are fans of ABO dynamics, but try this one, please. It’s so good. Jimin is hilarious. Jungkook is emotionally constipated. Sexual tension. Jealousy. Great writing. A+))

13. Leave Your Mark, by snarcsics. *** 3/10 chapters, 49k, not completed. “The first time Jimin meets a gaunt, small beta boy named Jungkook in the examination room of Namjoon’s lab, he can’t seem to take his eyes off him. The second time he sees Jungkook it’s because he refuses to eat without him. The third time they meet, Jungkook is more teeth and claws than Jimin can handle.” ((OK SO I KNOW THIS FIC IS NOT COMPLETED. BUT LISTEN it’s worth it. Ohhh so worth it. Plus the author tends to finish all of her fics. Superd kind, replies to all comments. This fic is the beginning of a masterpiece. Not like any ABO. The plot is so great. The characterization is A+++. So much tension. So intriguing. JM is an omega. JK is a beta that will become an alpha artificially cause they are extinct. It doesn’t go so well. Please read it. Trust me on this one. You won’t regret it.))


So this is all of my ultimate favorite fics! I still have plenty I would like to recommend, but I figured too long posts annoy everyone. Tell me if you liked this list and if you would like me to do some others :) I was thinking about doing thematics ones, like fluffy, smutty, angsty… Tell me if that would be something you’d like! 

If you have any fics to recommend me, please please please do so!

This fandom is great. This ship is great. Don’t forget to comment on the stories you read to encourage these fabulous authors!

Thank you for reading!

swedebeast  asked:

You wanna talk dead fandoms? Let's talk about War of the Worlds.

You’re from another country so I can’t speak to your experience, but in mine growing up in the Anglosphere, H.G. Wells is extraordinarily evergreen, like the Oz books. He’s one of the few old scifi guys people actually still read instead of pretend to read (I don’t even think Heinlein is in that category anymore). To this day, he’s the intro into scifi for tons of Advanced Placement kids who get bored in class in 3rd grade free period and see “War of the Worlds” on the shelf. He’s in that impossibly tiny sliver in the Venn Diagram of “books you are made to read for class” and “books you actually like.” His books are less like a fandom and more like a near-universal childhood rite of passage for geeky kids. He has a permanent centrality in the scifi canon. Describing his role in scifi culture is like being asked to describe how I feel about air.

I think part of the reason H.G. Wells is still so towering when other authors from his era are totally forgotten is that Wells was a man who is very modern, he had something to say apart from the boyish obsession with gadgetry and inventors that defined the Edisonades. He was a socialist, he believed in free love (at the turn of the century!), he despised war as the worst of human endeavors, he despised colonialism, and he was always ambivalent about technology at a time when progress was seen as positive and inevitable…and he wrote his stories about all of the above instead of the dozens on dozens of turn of the century boy inventors who built their own helicopters.

The reason H.G. Wells is still read is that he has something to say to us today that the “boy with a helicopter” turn of the century writers didn’t. It’s interesting to contrast H.G. Wells with another writer from his era, H. Rider Haggard, who once was the most widely read adventure author in the English speaking world (and I like him, so don’t interpret this as a diss). Haggard was a fascinating man but he was “of his time.” I actually could believe that Wells was a time traveler, like he was in Nicholas Meyer’s amazing movie Time After Time. Haggard on the other hand, his concerns were of his time and were not universal or applicable to us today. He wrote about colonial Africa, and his concerns were of the colonial state. 

Haggard absolutely and totally deserves his reputation as a reactionary, but what makes him fascinating is that despite the fact he’s a reactionary, he always feels like he’s edging at the cusp of some great revelation and enlightenment, like that portion where one of his arch colonial characters in King Solomon’s Mines said it was wrong to call black Africans the n-word, to debase their humanity that way. The guy spoke fluent Zulu and wrote a history of them in their own language. You feel there’s a decent person in there somewhere, much more than in other shriveled souled 19th century writers who cheered on the Irish famine, something Haggard never did. Haggard was basically one hippie girlfriend away from being H.G. Wells. 

Read This: The Definitive Ouija Board FAQ

I get a lot of questions every day on my Ouija board advice blog, and usually they’re the same questions over and over. So instead of answering each one, I usually post a link to a post that answers their question while stating Read This. Apparently it’s become my iconic catchphrase. So here is a long post of all things I typically tell people to read.

-Ouija boards are incredibly dangerous and you should not mess with them!

~Ouija boards are very safe as long as you’re playing in the right frame of mind. Read this.

-Ouija boards are not games.

~By definition, they are. Read this.

-Can Ouija boards summon demons?

~No, read this.

-Is Zozo or Mama a dangerous spirit or demon?

~No, they are just names spirits use to scare people. Read this.

-What if I talk to Zozo and they refuse to go away?

~Keep refusing. Read this.

-Can you get possessed while playing the Ouija board?

~No, read this.

-Can Ouija boards open portals?

~Not even a little bit. Read this.

-Is it important to say Goodbye?

~Yes, but it’s not a life or death thing, it’s just polite. Read this and this.

-Can spirits escape the board and follow you home?

~Ouija boards are pieces of cardboard, therefore there is nothing “inside” of them. The spirits are already in your home. Read this.

-What happens if the planchette moves in figure-8’s, off the board, counts down the numbers, or moves to all four corners of the board?

~Nothing, the spirit is trying to scare you for their amusement. Read this.

-How do you play the Ouija board?

~Read this.

-Can I play the Ouija board by myself?

~Some people can. Read this.

-Who are spirits and where are they?

~Spirits are the souls of people who have passed on. Read this, then read this to learn about the spirit realm.

-Are shadow people dangerous?

~Shadow people are just spirits that have half-materialized, and therefore not dangerous. Read more here.

-What’s the difference between a spirit and a ghost?

~Ghosts don’t know they are dead. Read this.

-I saw spirits when I was little, but I don’t anymore. What happened?

~You got older. Read this.

-How do you make a Ouija board?

~Get a pen and paper and write one. Read this.

-How do you get rid of a Ouija board?

~However you want. Read this.

-I want to play, but I’m not allowed to, or I don’t have anyone who wants to play.

~Then you can pendulum dowse. Read this.

-Aren’t Ouija boards divination tools, and sacred to Wicca and other pagan beliefs?

~First, there’s a big difference between spirit communication and divination. And there is no belief or religion that incorporates the Ouija board. Read more here.

-Ouija boards aren’t real and are caused by Ideomotor movement.

~I bet you’ve never played before. Read this.

-Are Ouija boards safe for children?

~Sure. Read this.

-What do I do if a spirit says I’m going to die tomorrow?

~They’re lying, I assure you. Read this.

-What does it mean when the board sells out gibberish?

~Lots of things. Read this.

-Can I use the Ouija board to contact a specific person?

~I do not recommend it. Read this.

-Is it safe to play the Ouija board in my house, my friend’s house, a haunted location, or a graveyard?

~Play it wherever you want. Read this.

-Can you talk to animal spirits on the Ouija board?

~No. Read this.

-Are spirit guides real?

~Yes. Read this.

-What can I ask the Ouija board?

~Whatever you want. Read this.

-I’m scared of Ouija boards, but I want to play.

~Read this.

-I had a very bad experience while playing and therefore I want everyone to know that all Ouija boards are very bad.

~If I ate shellfish and had an allergic reaction, I wouldn’t make a blog post about how all shellfish is bad and nobody should ever eat it. Read more here.

-I have sleep paralysis and see scary things when it’s happening, is it caused by spirits?

~No, read this.

-I played the Ouija board and I woke up with a bruise, am I possessed?

~Obviously not. Read this.

-I feel like I’m being watched after I play.

~That’s you feeling adrenaline pumping in your brain. Read this*.

-The Ouija board didn’t work at all.

~There are a lot of reasons why it wouldn’t. Read this.

-Do online Ouija boards work?

~Online Ouija boards and Ouija board apps are programs that act like real Ouija boards, and will not get you in contact with a spirit. Read this.

-I saw a scary YouTube video of a Ouija board game and I believe them.

~It’s fake, I guarantee it. Read this.

-Is it safe to wear Ouija board clothes and accessories?

~Very much so. Read this.

-How do you pronounce Ouija?

-Wee-gee in America, Wee-juh in other English speaking countries. Read this.

This is just for Ouija board related asks. In a few months, I’ll post an FAQ for more pagan and spirit related stuff. In the meantime, you can check out a mini FAQ here. And hey, if you didn’t see the answer to a question you have, ask away.

*this post is currently being edited and will be added to this post presently

au where lance is a famous youtuber and blogger and keith is a minor one but a big fan of lance (and also has a even bigger crush on him) and decides to send him this message – minus the i love you – but not anonymously ofc and then keith regrets his whole life bc of a simple misspell


lance mentions that on his next video and keith decides to answer by saying “he can be silly sometimes, no offense, but i’d never send him a hate message” (really keith stop trying to pretend you’re not a fan of his goofiness)


lance takes full offense on that and they start going back and forth on their bantering both on youtuber and tumblr with silly little interactions like lance reblogging a picture of an alien holding a knife angrily and tagging it as #keith (he may or may not have done his research on what are keith’s interest. for no reason at all, not interested, nope.) and and keith doing a live outside and “oops, sorry lance” when almost stepping on poop and etc


but people would begin to catch on how keith’s voice softens whenever lance is mentioned and how lance’s eyes softens whenever keith is mentioned


keith, being a fan and all, knows for a fact that he and lance live in the same city, so he gathers courage and asks lance out. not entirely, what he does is tell lance they should do a video together someday, so he says they should meet up to talk about it and maybe eat something, which of course lance answers is “talking? eating? are you asking me out on a date?”


keith doesn’t answer right away because well shit he is asking him out on a date, subtly, but surely and he doesn’t know what to answer. lance, seeing his message visualized but not answered thinks he went too far and immediately says that jk but yeah let’s meet up


and so they do, and on that day lance takes a picture of them – keith looking slightly amused and looking at lance with quirked eyebrows, lance looking to the camera, bright smile and leaning into keith – and posts on Instagram with a single hashtag, #klance


and their video together? gayer than ever; lance is telling one of his crazy childhood stories and keith is just staring at him with a lazy smile and soft eyes, not even realising it but, of course, everyone else realized it, so the fans made lots of edits and shitposts like “i want someone to look at me the way keith looks at lance” and while keith is mortified for being called out like that, lance is sitting at home, slight blush on his face, “oh”


and it’d be so soft, everyone who have eyes would notice the growing affection between them just from their videos and pictures together, how closer they’d get each video and how more comfortable keith would be with lance so close to him in every picture, and the fans would make metas and analysis of that. they’d read everything, of course, but never together. they’d read it in their homes and never mention it to the other, too embarassed (but that wouldn’t stop them from reading a klance fanfic together, one that keith had to close because nope, no, absolutely not, i can’t do this anymore lance, blushing furiously and angrily



lance doesn’t have a moment when he realizes he likes keith, like it came out of nowhere, he knows they’ve passed the friend line long ago, it just happens naturally; they’re sitting on keith’s couch after a session of recording two videos, (one for lance’s channel, other for keith’s) and lance looks at him, his eyes are closed, he’s blissing out. lance sighs with a smile, “i really like you, y'know”, keith opens one of his eyes to look at lance, a knowing smile on his face, “yeah, me too” as they entrelace their fingers and keith cuddles up to lance, sighing happily. “now i know what that girl from starstruck: my boyfriend is a superstar feels” keith says, making lance almost die laughing


after some time together, they’d decide to move in together and make a channel together and being absolutely most diabetic and amazing couple ever, making videos singing love songs while drunk such as always by bon jovi or all about us by he is we – dancing too – and keith everyday thanks for misspelling that ask on tumblr

You know you are a fangirl/boy when you just want to check something on your phone and end up reading 50 fanfictions, searching for more fanfictions that you can read later and looking at fan art and your favorite actor, while at the same time you forget the time and end up not being able to do anything anymore because it’s 1 am

It is hard to stare at her, hard because she’s not the distant Girl who smiles at me anymore. She has become more than that, more than I expected her to become and more than I was looking for her to become. …It is hard to stare at her because as I know she is starting to love me, I am starting to love her. I don’t care what she’s done or who she’s done it with. I don’t care about whatever demons may be in her closet. I care about how she makes me feel and she makes me feel strong and safe and calm and warm and true.
—  James Frey, A Million Little Pieces
And I know that my poetry usually makes no sense, it’s a thing called love that compels us to keep reading. Would you care to know why my favorite color is red? I used to have a friend named Kevin and it was his favorite color. He was the flamboyant and most colorful of us in the group. Popular with the ladies and loyal to his friends. I was the one in the backseat laughing to their thoughts when I really had none of my own. Maybe that’s why I enjoy writing so much. Maybe that’s why I love the color red. He painted his room red once, I remember things changing right around then. The drugs were getting a little heavier even with his teenage youth, the drugs will rip right through you. Painkillers will kill your emotions, you don’t want to feel a thing. I can relate to Kevin, I fucking love painkillers too. I shut myself off from everyone, but occasionally I enjoy the company. I’m awkward and my thoughts are kinda dim, so I always liked being around him. Are you familiar with the literary term foil? A foil is a character who contrasts with another character in order to highlight particular qualities of the other character. I feel like he was like that for me. I always saw myself as a little too blue, I wanted to be something worth loving, I wanted to be a little more like him, I want to kiss life into everything, I wanted to live, I wanted to be more than a shadow of a group of peers that did drugs and listened to melancholy and nostalgic techno after school hours. I don’t know how he’s doing or what he’s up to. The last thing I heard was he’s into needles now. Rumors plague this tiny town, we were raised from imperfections and we grew up to taste cigarettes that numb our gums. He had the kind of laugh that made you want to be his friend. It’s funny though, none of my friends initially liked me. Until they got to know me, empty and hollow, a sponge– the one who listened to the problems, never really any of my own. I get lost in my thoughts, I know. My poetry is scattered, I know. I don’t convey structure or rhymes, I don’t hide in between the rules. My words are more scribbles than they are truly masterpieces. Would you like to know why I write? I used to know someone that said the shoreline was like a bed and naps were always possible– she waited there everyday for inspiration. She would tell me the tiny stories inside of her head that had nowhere to go, it’s funny. I never really listened to her, I just enjoyed the company of love and to be loved. Love, what is it? When I wrote my first poem for her, I didn’t know where it came from or why I wanted to write it. I just knew that I had to write it. It had to be done. I had to read it to her. Let me tell you, if your first poem was a love poem, it was probably the most cringe thing you’ve ever created. Ever. Period. But still, I loved it. It was bad, but it had feelings. You always miss the feeling more than you do the person and that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever had to realize. It really shouldn’t be, but it is. You never really understand your mistakes until it’s just you. You only want them back when you’re alone. It’s been so long, I don’t keep track of the days anymore. Hell, she’s married now. I shouldn’t be writing this. She’s going to read it anyway. It doesn’t matter at this point. I guess she left poetry inside of these palms for good measure, she loved attention. A lot of it. The more, the better. Maybe I stopped paying attention. Maybe I got too comfortable. Maybe that’s why I love writing poetry, in a way it just means that I still love her. Lost kids who didn’t know how to love, another foil. You know, I never really liked to read books until I met her. She had a smile made from your doggy eared books, you know, your favorite line you always had to reread or quote during a conversation. She had the kind of laugh that made you want to get in on the joke even though you were the one telling it. I loved that laugh almost as much as I loved Kevin’s. I don’t talk to these two anymore, I don’t remember much about the memories, only the feelings that they left. You can’t find loyalty amongst pill users, they always use. Trust me, I know. I’ve been swearing off painkillers for months. You won’t find a love like that again because every relationship is unique in its own way. You can’t recreate the old flames with your new ones. You need to move on. I haven’t really lived life. Maybe you’re just like me. Maybe you’re stuck at a job that you don’t like and maybe life just doesn’t make much sense. So you blackhole more drugs to ease the disaster that is you. Nothing hurts, you just don’t want to remember anything that might hurt– right? It really shouldn’t be, but it is. I listen to music more often than I converse with people. Music influences my soul in a way that people cannot. I just turned 24, but I’m still a little confused about who I am. Does any 24 year old have their shit figured out? Do you ever feel like your dreams and aspirations are slowly dying? I’ve always felt like an old man. I’m boring and I don’t dance too much, the only thing good about me is my writing. It’s the only thing I’m half decent at, but I hate that too. I don’t answer anonymous questions anymore because I feel like my thoughts aren’t good enough. How can I help you if I can’t even help myself? Red rose petal poetry pressed onto the stove kind of writing– it really shouldn’t hurt, but it does. I’ll always miss the days when things were simpler. I didn’t care as much. I didn’t smoke as much. I didn’t think as much. It was just simple. No hard facts, just some stupid kids getting high behind a dark house and running into ghosts in every room. No broken hearts, just some teenagers who wanted to figure love out with a knife in hand waiting to hug each other. I’ll pry the knife real slow and we’ll call it love kind of love, ain’t it love? I love you doesn’t even sound right anymore, so I’ll say nothing. I miss my old friends, but we’ve changed so much– I wonder if they’ll even recognize me. My life is insignificant and minuscule, but we must all seek to find our purpose, to bring meaning to the clutter, and to add more fire to the chaos that is life. I don’t want to die angry, I want to die with a smile. You don’t get to do anything twice, you don’t get to correct your mistakes– so make enough for your self-reflection drunk nights. You don’t get to unlove people, so pick the right ones to fall in love with– don’t worry, you won’t need to remember all of their names, just the feelings. You don’t get to unfriend people, they’ll always be a part of you. A part of who you are. A part of who you will come to be. I keep slipping into the darkest parts of my mind and call it a life. I’ve been reading this book and it told me to dig deep. Why do I write? Why do I enjoy the burn of love? Over a few thousand poems, but 99.9 percent are indeed about love. Why do you want this kind of life? Well, darling– These words are as much yours as they are mine.
—  zero point one
“Forget Me.” Pt. 13.5 (END)

Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

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Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

“…So I never got to tell you why I disappeared. Do you remember how my dad passed away? Yeah… well turns out what he had can be inherited and lucky me, I inherited it. 

I found out a few months ago, and even then it was already too late. There was nothing I could do that would have prolonged my life, and telling you then wasn’t an option because I never wanted your last memories of me to be something like that, I didn’t want you to remember me as someone you’ll miss or someone you know that is going to leave you soon. So I couldn’t tell you. For those reasons, I couldn’t say and now I’m telling you through a damn letter. You deserve better than this you don’t deserve any of this and I’m sorry.

There are so many things that I want to say, to write down and tell you. But with so many thoughts clouding my mind, I don’t know where to start and where to end. I hate myself for losing you this way, I really hate myself for all of this. Why me? Why did it have to be me? Why did the world want to take me away from you? When I love you so much? It’s not fair. Life isn’t fair. I have my dreams too, I want to live my life to the fullest too. I want to walk down the aisle and meet you at the end of it. I want to have that future we’ve always looked so forward to. I wanted to have kids and grow old with you, but I can’t. I don’t want to be taken away Jimin. I want more time. I need more time. More time to tell you how much I appreciate you. More time to remind you how important you are, how much you matter to so many people and you should never feel otherwise. But time isn’t on my side because it seems to want to get rid of me as soon as it can. 

Because I can’t Jimin please live your life to the fullest, don’t blame yourself for anything that has happened to me because it’s not what I want and life is too short for you to blame yourself for something that isn’t your fault. I hope you find someone better, I hope you find someone that you can live the rest of your life with, grow old and have children with. I know we promised, but I’m sorry I can’t keep those promises. Jimin, I love you so so much I wish I could have told you that more but I was selfish and only thought of myself. But let me be selfish one last time, forget me Jimin. Don’t think of me anymore, please just forget me because by the time you’re back and have read this I’m already gone. Don’t try to find me because you won’t be able to.

I love you and I miss you so much.

With all the remaining love that I can give, goodbye.

Y/N.”

That’s it, maybe now it really is time for me to finally…forget.


END!! 

I’m so sad this series is over ~ Thank you to everyone who read this series!! I really appreciate it with all my heart 💜

Baiiii!

~K.

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sentparagraphsofnonsense  asked:

Sooo.... What's the time you stole your middle school all about? You did say to ask.

+_+ I’ve only been dropping hints for months for someone to ask

ok ok so first of all i need to clarify this is going to be exactly and nothing like and episode of leverage. where in i did not, in fact, go “i need to steal the middle school” but did go “i gotta do something against the authoritarian regime i refuse to bow down to in this hell pit of a society called private school.” but first let me tell you a little bit about my middle school. it was fuckn tiny. there were 15 middle schoolers max. and middle school consisted of 7th and 8th grade. the poor 6th graders were still considered elementary level at this school and managed to escape open warfare that year mostly unscathed. 

after my ice cream trade fiasco my parents sent me off to private school to avoid the bad influences. but i brought all the bad influences with me and honestly i think the next 5 years were hell on earth for my teachers. who mostly just let me get away with murder because tiny me was a terrifying monster who wasnt afraid of the consequences anymore and my mother was the devil and even more frightening than little me who might shank you with a paperclip. now i went to a montessori school which are good in theory and very rarely successful in execution. the entire theory is that the school mostly operates on “students learn at their own rate and need to be responsible enough to decide what and when they learn things.” and mostly i decided that i never wanted to learn anything ever and i wanted to spend the entirety of 7th grade reading books not on the reading list. which created conflict with my teachers who didnt know how to handle a smart kid that could talk circles around them to the point that when they came to my mother completely frazzled and out of their minds with dread they said things like “she’s so smart if she wasnt so stupid” and “i just want to shake some sense into her” which usually resulted in the devil peering down at them from her throne of hellfire and stealing their souls and damning them to hell on earth and the riot act and a general “just go to school and do what you want” blessing to me. which i, tiny hell spawn who just got my period for the first time that year and had a bone to pick with everyone, took entirely to heart.

now the middle school peerage was open combat from week one everyone hated one another and there was no escape when you’re all stuffed together in one room and the teachers prefer group projects to individual work. and i was queen bee last year in 6th grade ruling the roost of elementary and then all of the sudden they wanted me to be small man on the totem pole to the 8th graders??? that wasnt about to fly. id been running a long con scheme out of the snack bar for years and nothing could stop me at that point. so i was fighting everyone, and a few times literally fighting a classmate or two (did i get suspended even though i started at least one of those? i did not. did i get about two black eyes that year and a broken nose? yes i did.) this is all very important to my amazing episode of leverage which happened about half way through the year. 

my school was in a small developing community and the houses were being constructed at an alarmingly slow rate around the building and my class had a door to the outside. so one day when i got so sick of life and my teachers telling me, yet again, “no you cant read comics you need to learn the history of the us government” and the stupid fucking 8th graders egging the teachers on about how we all needed to learn these things, i got up and left. walked right out the door and down the access ramp and over to the playground. i got yelled at pretty good but i realized something very very important that day. I could leave. Nothing could stop me. sure i had to go back in eventually but that wasnt nearly as important as the fact i could walk out those doors and take off whenever i wanted. 

remember how i said a key point of the montessori education program was responsibility? well part of that responsibility was at lunch we self-monitored and the teachers usually pissed off to eat in the office away from the evil brats they had to teach. and like always, away they went at lunch and there we were all of us. eating without the careful adult eye lurking over our shoulders. and i dont remember why or what happened that day but i decided to use my new power of leaving (only used once so far, you can never be too careful with things like this) and said something along the lines of “bye guys I’m outa here” and probably one of my friends said something like “can i come with you?” and i definitely said something stupid like “yeah sure i cant stop you” and out we went. followed by the rest of the the 7th and 8th graders. 

and this i do remember happening very clearly: the one bitch ass shithead i had problems with all year goes “guys you cant leave we have class” and i absolutely responded with the ever mature “you a fucking chicken? lets go already” and under the pervasive power of dropping the f bomb and the infuriating questioning of her honor she also came along. and now that i wasnt by myself i finally gave into temptation that the very slow construction sites circling the school had been offering all year. so i took my class adventuring.

meanwhile, all of which we later found out, my rebellion sent everyone into a tailspin back at school because 15 students were missing. the cops got called and kept very hush hush because no one actually wanted to admit to a hoard of what would be angry parents that their children were missing. 

i of course set off to the largest house in the neighborhood and opened the unlocked door (unlocked because no one had installed the door handles yet) mostly because i heard a rumor that there was an indoor pool in the house and i wanted to see what kind of other bullshit a house with an indoor pool had. turned out it was mostly a lot of stairs and dust since it was, ya know, a construction site. the pool was very cool and we all mostly sat around the edge of a empty pool for a few hours before we all decided that going back to school so we could get picked up to go home was probably the most important thing to do. and of course before we left i swore everyone to secrecy about who left first since all of us went. and used the dirt i managed to compile on the fucking 8th grader who i hated to blackmail her into silence. and back we went ready to go home after a day of thievery for the greater good. 

and since none of us where talking when we got questioned about what happened, where did we go, who went first– none of us got in real trouble. the school got in trouble for losing 15 students of course. and the teachers all knew it was me generally because i couldnt help the smirk of satisfaction™ anytime we made eye contact. but they couldnt do anything about it. 

this also led to my fellow comrade and enemies alike realizing that the teachers couldnt really do shit to us since our parents mostly owned the place by way of a paycheck and that meant the spring semester devolved rapidly into hell once we all went back to the status quo of hating each other. 

at the end of the year my mother was politely told that i wasnt invited back for 8th grade. and off i went back to public school with my bad influences leaving behind a legacy of greatness no other 7th grader has ever lived up to. 


the time i fucked with the 5th graders

Love Inversion Theory II

First!

Originally posted by dayaholics

A/N: I hope you all like! Next one will be more eventful :) this chapter consists mostly of Peter realizing things on his own


“So, are you going to talk to me or am I going to be victim to your ‘method acting’ all day?” You suddenly asked.

“Of course not,” he said around a thoughtful chew of breakfast food. His voice wavered and he was just barely able to catch the American accent in time. “You can tell me what’s up, you know,” you say comfortingly. Your hand moved up his thigh in a loving way rather than a sexy way. “Just nervous,” Peter managed to say after swallowing his food. “I’d be more surprised if you weren’t,” you laughed, smoothing out a napkin on the table. “After all, this movie-it’s just still a giant ‘wow, what?’ in my brain. I guess for you it’s like that times a billion.”

Peter nodded slowly. “Yes, of course.” What the hell is she talking about? 

You stood up a few moments later. “I have a present for you,” you randomly declared. “But it might take around fifteen minutes to get a hold of. Will you be alright here while I step out for a bit?”

The clothes which you bore didn’t fall under typical [Y/n] standards. These were more revealing. The top dipped down your neckline and showed more cleavage than you usually did. You looked gorgeous-of course, because when do you not?-but different. 

“No, yeah, yeah, of course,” Peter assured you, raising his arms over his head. Every move he made was an attempted relaxed and natural looking one. You gave him a double glance before shrugging. “Okay,” you smiled. “I will be back as soon as possible so don’t freak out. Oh! And your mom texted me. One, she’s a bit too pleased to see any pictures of us out together and a bit not too pleased with the ‘Tomdaya’ rumors. She makes a lot of marriage comments about us…”

You looked at him for a lingering couple of seconds, almost as if you were waiting for him to say something.

“Oh. I’ll-I’ll tell her right away to stop that. You know my moooooum.” He inwardly cringed at the slip up.

You tilted your head back in surprise. “What?”

“My mum. Gotta love ‘er,” Peter chuckled, pointing his fingers at you like guns. You popped your lips. “Okay. Well like I said I’ll just be out for a little bit…be careful.”

“You too,” he called after your retreating figure. 

Click. The door shut and Peter stared at it for a minute to ensure you wouldn’t come back. When he deemed it safe, he stood up abruptly. “What the hell?! Where’s the suit, where is my suit?!” He clamored over open suitcases and random assortments of furniture and flung a closet door open. Empty. 

Well, empty except for a gray hoodie. Peter pulled that on without really thinking about it then began to pace. 

[Y/n]. Tom. British? Someone’s mom. Waffles. 

Those were the only words that flew around his brain. He had to calm down, and soon. There wasn’t time to panic!

You telling him his mother texted threw him off guard since his parents had been dead for over half his life. He hardly remembered what it was like to have a mom. There had only ever been May and up until a few years ago, Ben. 

There was a laptop positioned neatly on the nightstand. Peter sighed in deep relief before opening it. 

The prompt for a password appeared on the screen and on impulse, he typed in the first dessert he shared with you. It opened. How convenient, he thought bitterly. Okay, Apple, time to not fail me with your pitiful excuse for a default browser.

(Safari was for losers. He firmly believe that, being an avid Google user and all.)

“Okay…uhm. Peter Parker,” Peter said his search out loud. You said something about the name, but not in the way he would have liked. You said it almost as if Peter wasn’t an actual person. 

“Wha…?”

‘Peter Parker (Earth-616), Marvel Database-Fandom Powered. Peter Benjamin Parker was born in Queens to Richard and Mary Par-’

He leaned away from the screen, half expecting it to blow up in his face. It wouldn’t surprise him. 

He scrolled down. 

There was a youtube link to some video titled ‘Peter Parker vs Flash basketball scene.’ Uhm. Yeah. Okay. 

Watching the video was a total waste of two minutes. Sort of. The school was, unnervingly, called Midtown. But its layout was definitely not his Midtown high. 

And that ‘Parker’ kid-not Peter. What the hell was up with that Flash person? Is this some elaborate joke? 

If so, Peter wasn’t understanding the punchline. If someone were to go to such lengths, why would they have someone who looked nothing like Flash Thompson be ‘Flash.’

The ‘up next’ logo was flashing to yet another video titled ‘Peter Parker vs. Flash.’ 

“These guys look nothing like me-!” Peter suddenly exclaimed mid way through the video. Some red headed girl was asking someone named Harry to help ‘Peter’ and Peter-the actual, real one-was not amused. 

“That guy looks nothing like Flash!” And Flash and I have never even fought like that. What is this, some cheesy high school movie? Maybe the names are a coincidence. He angrily paused the video, not wishing to hear it or watch it anymore. There was a few more movie clips-some media footage of Captain America and Tony Stark (that wasn’t new) but there was a thumbnail that caught Peter’s attention. 

It was a picture of him, sitting in his old room at the old complex and May used to live in. 

The video’s title read “Tony Stark Recruits Peter Parker | “Responsibility” Civil War Scene Full HD | Tom Holland.”

Okay, what the fuck. 

Tom-isn’t that what you were insisting Peter’s name was ever since he woke up? Tom Holland.

He warily watched the video. It all consisted of that one day Tony Stark decided to waltz in and recruit him. 

Only this video, it wasn’t from the point of view of Peter or Tony. It was a third person view, as if the camera person was filming it like a movie. Peter somehow thought he would remember another person recording from all different angles. 

With a knot in his stomach, he read through the comments:

Usernames like  “Parker Peter” or “Spider-Dork” just existed, and they all commented on this one video. 

“Tom Holland,” one comment read, “is the best Spider-Man!”

Another read: “Tom is the best” 

“Peter is such a daddy”

“Tom is so hot ugh”

“Tom Holland…the love of my life, more like”

“Tobey Maguire did better”

“Am I the only one who misses Andrew Garfield?” followed by a long string of replies:

“Yes”

“Yes”

“Nope”

“Wow what about Bucky no one ever gives him any love”

“YEp! I LOVE TOM HOLLAND I DON’T NEED ANDREW ANYMORE”

Peter stared at the comments with his mouth dropped open. The suggested videos to the side were all of “Captain America: Civil War” or “Spider-Man: Homecoming OFFICIAL trailer.”

It made him nauseous, so that with shaking hands, he opened up a new tab and typed in the name “Tom Holland.”

“Oh, no,” he groaned when new articles popped up. “What the fu-is that MICHELLE?! Am I dating Michelle?!” Indeed, there were articles headlined with things like ‘Tom Holland and Zendaya are dating!’  He scrolled away from that, not enjoying to feeling that one headline called Tom Holland a ‘cheater’ and accusing him of ‘dumping famed young adult author and girlfriend of three years, [Y/n] [L/n] for Spidey co-star, Zendaya.’ Another was labeled ‘Spider-Man: Homecoming opens for the first time tonight! We’re all excited-find out why!’

Peter finally found a wiki page and reluctantly clicked. The profile photo was of him, but not a photo he remembered taking.

He swallowed a thick lump in his throat and read aloud to himself “Thomas Stanley Holland, born the first of June in 1996, is an English actor and dancer. Holland is known for playing Spider-Man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe-”

Oh fuck. 


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Sources

Vid One-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcGHKrh8J8I

Vid Two-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWCi9Bxu1pk

Vid Three-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DESwBLlniCg

Tom Holland Wiki-https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Holland_(actor)

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Throw It All Away [Part 2]

Originally posted by juptern

There have been more than a few people who have wanted a part 2 (including my best friend who threatened to beat me with a stick if I didn’t write one so here it is). Make sure you read [Part 1] before you read this one!

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader
Warnings: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Fandom: Riverdale

You decided that hiding in the library during lunch would be for the best. Just because you and Jughead weren’t… friends anymore didn’t mean you weren’t friends with Betty and Veronica but you figured things would be less awkward if you’d just stay away from them while Jughead was around.

You took a history book off the shelf and examined it. This seemed like a good read. You were about to walk back over to your little corner in the library so you could start reading but all of a sudden Betty popped out of no where and scared you. You dropped your book with a yelp.

“Sorry [Y/N] didn’t mean to scare you” Betty apologized as you picked up your book.

“It’s okay Betty” you sighed “just didn’t expect to see you here”.

“About that. Why have you been staying in the library during lunch lately?”.

“Er just wanted to get some reading done is all…”.

“[Y/N] we both know that not the reason” she said giving you a look of pity. You looked away.
“Trust me I made the same mistake with Archie [Y/N]. I know you’re mad at Jughead but having him as a friend is better than not having him at all”.

“I’m not mad at him” you argued. It came out louder and angrier than you had intended so you had to take a deep breath to calm yourself down before you continued.
“Betty I miss him, I really do but I can’t just ignore these feelings”.

“Like I said I understand” Betty said gently “but a wise woman once said to me most of the time our crushes don’t like us back and that’s true. Life doesn’t always turn out how we’d like it to but life still goes on and we have to make the most of it. Trust me friends like Jughead are rare. He cares about you a lot and I just hope you can forgive him”.

Yet again you looked away from Betty feeling as if you couldn’t face her anymore. Not to mention there were tears threatening to escape your eyes and you’d rather not have people asking you why your eyes were red.

“I’m Jughead’s friend but I’m also your friend too” Betty assured placing a hand on your shoulder “no matter what you decide I’ll be here if you need me but please just consider what I said”.

You nodded weakly and with that Betty walked away, leaving you alone to think. It took you the entire rest of the day to make a decision. You knew in your heart it was the right one in the end.

“Jughead!” You found him walking to Pop’s on his own. Strange, last time you and Jughead had spoken to each other you were in a similar situation. Except it was he who had cornered you before and not the other way around. When he turned to face you he seemed rather shocked to see you.

“I thought you said…” he began.

“I know what I said” you interrupted, you paused and looked down, kicking a nearby stone with your foot.
“I’ve been doing some thinking and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I just abandoned you Jug. I was just being stupid. Sometimes things just don’t work out but we have to move on… thankfully someone reminded me about that” you gave him a weak smile “I’d rather be friends with you Jug than not have you around at all. I mean I can’t force feelings on to you right?”.

Jughead didn’t respond to any of this. He was almost frozen except for his eyes. They wondered all over your face, taking it in like it was the first time he laid eyes upon you.

“Hey ah” you continued nervously “you’re on your way to Pop’s right? Let’s go get that burger huh?”. Still he didn’t respond.
“If you’re mad at me I don’t blame you…”.

“No” Jughead replied shaking himself out of the trance he seemed to be in “I just ah… what if you don’t need to force feelings on to me?”.
You didn’t know how to respond to this. What was he trying to say?
“[Y/N] I was scared before. I’ve never been good when it comes to this sort of thing. I was scared I’d screw up and lose you. I thought keeping my feelings from you and just being friends would make things better” he let out a half heart laugh as he looked down sheepishly “turns out not telling you how I felt made me lose you anyway. I guess what I’m trying to say is…”.

He took a step toward you making it so your faces were only inches apart. You immediately felt your heart start to beat rapidly and it was as if you couldn’t suck in any air. Time almost stopped.

“I love you [Y/N]” Jughead said in a low voice. It only took him seconds to smash his lips into yours. You let out a small gasp but soon you felt yourself kissing him back. Your lips fit together perfectly as if they were made to be connected. Jughead wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him so there was no longer space between the two of you.

“I love you so much Jughead” you whispered into the kiss making Jughead smirk.

“I know. I promise you I’ll never hurt you again”.

Dream

Originally posted by nnochu

Word Count: 3.8k
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Description: You had picture the exciting reactions that you would get from him when you tell him that you’re pregnant. But you soon realize that you shouldn’t have get your expectations high because you would only have it crashed down in front of you. It is related to Mirage.


The noise of a metal rattling and clicking suddenly feels too loud for your ears. And the greater amount number of the clock ticking the greater your anxiety level increases. You take a glance on your wall where your vintage clock attached and another deep of sigh falling out of your lips. 

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cop partners stiles and derek? ((smutt is optional))

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Summary: Two years after graduating from the Police Academy, Stiles decides to transfer to the Beacon Hills Police Department, where his father is Chief. But when he gets assigned his new partner, Stiles isn’t so sure if the transfer was a good idea. Derek ‘Officer Grumpy Cat’ Hale isn’t exactly his first choice of partner. Then again, Stiles really isn’t Derek’s first choice either.

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#8 - “I mean, there’s no way you could be Spider-Man, right?” PART TWO (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: You make an attempt to guilt-trip your boyfriend into telling you the truth about his superhero identity after he lied to you about it last week. What happens next is meta.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Requested: Yep!

Warnings: Guilt-tripping, mentions to guilt.

A/N: I am so glad you guys liked the first part to this imagine. I had so much fun writing it, as I did with this second part, so I hope you love this one just as much!

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PART ONE

Peter flicks through his chemistry textbook as you lie watching the television in front of you. You feel as though he’s only here to say that he’s seen you, and perhaps that’s your fault. Ever since you were discharged from hospital, things have just been difficult for you. You’ve been told you can’t go back to school until the doctor tells you it’s okay to do so, and your parents have pretty much put you under house arrest. It makes seeing Peter and your friends a little more difficult, and it gives you way too much time to think; time to think about all of the little white lies Peter has told you in the past; time to think about how you knew there was something fishy was going on but you were too much of a push-over to call him out for it; time to think about how your boyfriend used your injury and fear to manipulate you into believing you “imagined” things.

You’re struggling to forgive him for lying to you, but the problem is, he doesn’t know that you know he’s lying to you. And even if you told him you know, he would yet again tell you you’re just confused, shooting you down once again. You don’t know much about relationships and how they’re supposed to work, but you’re sure this isn’t it.

“…do you think Spider-Man has a girlfriend?” You suddenly question, deciding that after a week of asking him if he was Spider-Man is long enough before you can mention him again.

Peter takes his attention away from his book for a moment and looks at you, before narrowing his eyes in response. “How am I supposed to know?”

You shrug, “I wasn’t asking if you knew, I was asking if you thought he had a girlfriend. There is a difference.”

“Well, do you?” He responds, throwing the question over to you to answer.

You sigh, “I don’t know. I hope so, but I hope she’s nice. He doesn’t deserve someone who…well, who wasn’t nice?”

“I’m sure his girlfriend is lovely, if he has one.” Peter replies without taking his eyes away from his textbook.

You bite your lip, hoping to get a little more out of him. Whilst a large part of you knows he is lying to you, there is still that small part of you that wants to believe what he told you is true – that you were just hallucinating. It wouldn’t be so unbelievable…but, him being Spider-Man would make so much more sense to you, and that’s something you can’t ignore.

“I hope he isn’t lying to her though.” You continue, watching Peter’s reaction.

His eyes lift from the page he is reading and focus on the floor in front of him, indicating that he’s trying to think really carefully about what he says next.

“I’m sure whatever decisions he makes in his life, he is making them because he thinks they’re the right ones.” He reassures.

“But what if they’re not the right decisions?” You push.

He still refuses to look at you, but you can tell by the way he’s biting his lip that he’s growing slightly irritated.

“I mean, having a boyfriend that lies about anything is bad enough…but finding out he’s lying about being a superhero? That’s even worse, don’t you think? I mean, it’s HUGE.” You deliberately pressure him, “…it’s definitely means for a break up.”

His body suddenly jolts as he places his text book on his lap and gazes at the wall ahead of him, “You think so?”

“Yeah!” You say enthusiastically, trying to sound as subtle as possible. “I mean, say, you were Spider-Man like I thought you were in my confused state. I would want to know something like that.”

“You would?” He enquires, curiously, obviously playing with the idea of me knowing his secret.

You nod, “Totally. For a lot of reasons.”

You sit up carefully and face him, alerting him to pay attention to you.

“I mean, I would understand your hesitation to tell me would be because he would want to protect me. You know what they say, the more you know the more likely you’ll get hurt? I guess that would be the angle you’d be coming from, so I wouldn’t begrudge you of that.” You begin to explain, wanting him to know that if he does come clean to you, you will be more understanding than he might think. However, you don’t want him thinking that you’d just roll-over and accept his betrayal.

“But all it would really prove to me, is that you don’t really trust me as much as I thought, or that you don’t respect me or this relationship enough to share everything with me, you know? I am completely open and honest with you about everything because I feel totally comfortable and safe with you knowing everything there is to know about me, so it would be a massive slap in the face if you couldn’t do the same with me.”

You notice the expression on his face has gone from consideration to sadness, as if the thought of me thinking that he thinks that of me has hurt him. For all you feel bad, you need him to know this, because you also need him to know how you feel for him.

“But, I’d also want to know because I think Spider-Man’s awesome and he’s fought with the Avengers which makes him even more awesome!” You smile, deciding to put a light-hearted spin on the conversation. “Plus, I once saw this movie with Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone where Andrew’s character needed a cut on his chest bandaged so he went to Emma’s character to do it, and I just thought that was super cute and now I kinda want to do it in real-life!”

A small smile on his face appears. “But seeing as you’re not him and I would hate for you to get hurt like that – speaking from experience – I guess I’ll just have to give that one a miss, huh?”

He nods ever so slightly, as you give him a small peck on the lips, before flopping back down onto the sofa bed to watch some more television.

Peter goes back to reading through his textbook, but you can tell he’s feeling agitated as he can’t seem to sit still as he reads. Perhaps you went the wrong way about it, but you couldn’t think of another way. You’re pretty much confined to your house and your garden so you can’t go out looking for the answer, and you have no way of contacting Spider-Man himself, which is the only other way you could think of doing it.

A few moments pass, and you hear an unfamiliar ringtone go off. It’s a weird tune to a song you remember hearing in a film once, not that you can remember the name of the film or anything. Peter immediately jolts from his position and checks his phone, stopping the ringtone and shoving the phone back into his bag. He leaps up and begins scrambling his notes together, throwing them into his textbook and putting them in his backpack. You watch him, knowing why he is getting so flustered.

“Urgh…I…um…I gotta go.” He stutters.

You furrow your eyebrows, “So soon? You only just got here.”

“I know, babe, I know.” He coos, kissing my forehead. “But Aunt May’s been bugging me to do my chores since I got out of bed this morning. If I don’t go now she’s messaged me, she’ll skin me alive.”

“Slight exaggeration there, Peetie?” You grin.

He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, look, I gotta go. See ya, love ya, bye!”

And with a slam of the door, he’s gone.

                                                        ***

“Are you just sleeping down here tonight?” Your Dad asks you before he leaves the room.

You nod, “If that’s okay?”

He smiles, “Of course, sweetie. Whatever makes my little angel happy.”

You smile back to him as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and leaves the room. You turn the volume down on the television knowing that your parents are on their way to bed, as you flick onto the news station to see today’s events.

“Spider-Man has stopped a bank robbery in Manhattan. The event unfolded late in the evening and took over an hour for the webbed wonder to get all of the hostages out of the building before chasing the suspects throughout the city. The suspects are now in police custody. Here’s Eddie with more.” You listen to the newsreader.

You sigh. You promised yourself you wouldn’t let this bring you down too much. You were sure that the conversation you had with Peter today would have been enough to encourage him to tell the truth, but seeing as he hasn’t done so, the relationship seems pretty much doomed. How are you meant to be with a guy who will lie to your face about something as big as this? You just don’t know if it’s possible anymore.

You switch the television off, and decide to read a book your mother got you from the store in the hospital. You normally do this when you’re beginning to wind down as reading before bed often tires you out more, but tonight you’re doing it because it’s easier for you to pretend to exist in the fictional world of the book than be slapped with the reality of existing in the real world.

You’re just about dropping off, when you’re startled by a knock on the door. You look at your phone and check the time: 11:56pm. Who the hell is knocking on the door at this time of night?

You climb out of the sofa bed, and you hear one of your parent’s moving around upstairs. “It’s okay, I’ll get it!!” You shout up, letting them know you’ll take care of it.

You turn the key in the lock and open the door. You stare back at the person looking back at you for a moment and convince yourself you must be dreaming. You’re still living in that fictional world. You close the door in their face.

It’s not until you take a few steps away from the door that you realise you aren’t dreaming. This is real, and that was Spider-Man at your front door. Your eyes widen for a moment, before you leap back to the door and re-open it. He’s still stood there, proudly in his suit, bunch of roses in-hand and backpack slung over his shoulders. You can’t help the smile that forms on your face as you stare back at him in awe.

“Who is it, sweetheart?” Your mom shouts downstairs.

Your instincts immediately kick in as you drag “Spider-Man” inside and push him into the living room, closing the door behind him. Your mom appears at the top of the stairs, “Who was it, sweetheart?”

You gulp, “Erm…no-one, it must have just been a kid thinking he was being funny. It’s okay, you can go back to bed. I’m fine.”

She looks at you suspiciously for a moment, before nodding. “Okay lovie, good night.”

“You too.”

The second you can no longer hear her footsteps on the floorboards above you, you return to your exciting visitor in the living room. His suit remains on and the roses are still in his hands, but his backpack is sitting on the floor at his feet. You look at him hopefully, wanting him to be the one to come out with what you’ve known since last week.

“I can explain.” He speaks sheepishly.

You shake your head, “Not yet.”

You approach him slowly, and stop when your faces are within just centimetres of each other. You reach your arms up to his shoulders and take hold of his mask. You gulp, taking a deep breath before lifting it ever so carefully. Your heart beats faster and faster the further you lift the mask off his head, and when those dreamy brown eyes stare back into yours, you can’t help but get a little teary-eyed. It takes just seconds after that to fully remove the mask from his head, and you hold it down by your side. His hair is messy from being trapped under there for so long.

You smile to him, warmly, as he looks back at you nervously. “I brought these to soften the blow.” Peter whispers, holding the roses out to you. You look down at them, and take them from his hands. “They’re…beautiful, but…what changed?”

He gulps and looks down to the ground for a moment. “I should have told you when you asked me about it in the hospital. I just…I panicked. I blamed myself for not getting to you in time, and tried to push the grief off of me and onto Spider-Man. I thought that would make it easier for the both of us. When you asked me if I was Spider-Man, I thought it was because you were going to blame him for you being stabbed.”

You look at him in a whole new light. You had never thought to think about it like that. This boy – your boyfriend- carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. He saves people’s lives day-in-day-out. He does whatever he can to prevent this city from being under threat. But that always comes with pressure and responsibility, and not everyone he goes to save can be saved. He’ll have seen dozens of people be rushed to hospital because of a crime he could have prevented. He’ll probably have even seen people die. That’s hard enough for adults to deal with, let alone people our age. Whilst you’ve sat here and complained that he’s lied to you again, he’s been witnessing some of the most horrific things life could throw at you. You feel selfish. That’s all there is to it. At least you’re alive.

You place the roses and his mask on the sofa bed next to you and pull him into a hug. He hesitates before hugging you back. “I never did get to thank Spider-Man for saving my life, did I? Thank you.”

“You mean, you’re not mad at me?” He questions, with a confused tone to his voice, as he pulls away from the hug slightly.

You sigh, “I thought I would be, but I guess when I think in the grand scheme of things, there could be way worse things you could have been lying about.”

He shakes his head, “You have every right to be mad at me…like you were saying this morning…this is means for a break-up.”

You look at him sadly, swallowing as you do. “Peter, I said those things this morning to guilt trip you into telling me the truth. A lot of what I said I only said because I knew it would make you feel bad. If anyone should be mad, it should be you.”

He furrows his eyebrows, “So, you weren’t going to break up with me?”

You roll your eyes, “I mean…I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind…”

“…but none of that matters anymore. What matters is that you’ve told me the truth. You carry enough pressure as it is. You don’t need me complicating things even more.”

“I can’t believe you’re being so cool about this.” He replies, holding your face in his hands and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You smile to him sweetly, “Well, you know what I can’t believe?”

“What?” He asks.

“I’m dating Spider-Man!” You exclaim as quietly as you can, not wanting to wake your parents up or having them find out Peter’s secret too. You don’t think they would react as cool as you. For all they like Spider-Man for saving your life and they feel safe knowing he’s looking out for the city, to find out you’re dating him would be a step too far for them.

The two of you laugh, and he glances down to his mask and up at the ceiling. You look back at him confused.

“You know you were telling me about a movie you’d seen with Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone that you kinda wanted to re-enact with Spider-Man in real life?” He begins, biting his lip. You nod your head. “Well, I haven’t seen that one, but I have seen this other one with Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst and they do the most awesome kiss you’ve ever seen. He’s basically hanging upside down and they kiss…upside down!”

You giggle, “Yeah, I…don’t think I’ve seen that one.”

“Well, I don’t have a cut on my chest that you can bandage up, so that won’t work this time around.” He elaborates, before shooting you a mischievous look. “But, we could always give the upside down kiss a try?”

You throw your head back in laughter, “Okay, Spidey. Let’s give Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst a run for their money!”

He picks up his mask and puts it back on. You watch as he climbs up the living room wall and onto the ceiling, before dropping down slowly on his web. He stops when your faces are on equal level. You reach out your hands and pull his mask down to reveal his lips, before connecting your lips with his.

Today will go down as a lot of things. Not only have you successfully manipulated your boyfriend into revealing his biggest secret and had the chance to thank him for saving your life last week, you also achieved the hottest and most perfect lip-lock you have ever had the pleasure of achieving. Here’s to plenty more!


Just Keep Breathing - Seth Rollins

A/N: Hi, yes. I was bored. Like totally bored and I figured I should give the imagine writing life a try. So here is my first ever imagine and i hope that it doesn’t suck. I honestly wrote this in the middle of the night because Rollins got me all bothered and he’s 100% yummy.  I recommend him to everyone. If enough people like it, I’ll probably continue it because…. Why not? I’m honestly sorry for any errors and rambles….Oh, and for how fucking long this is….

WORDS: 2.4K

WARNINGS: angst, cheating, and maybe swearing?


I was happy in NXT. Honestly, I could have retired there and I would have been perfectly fine. After two years of seeing my friends come and go, and moving onto bigger and not so bigger things on the main shows- anyone would think that I would be ready to move on.

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College!AU Seungkwan
  • major: journalism 
  • minor: vocal performance 
  • sports: was on the table tennis team until their funding was cut 
  • clubs: campus journal - he critics music albums and reports on student activities (sports, musicians, events)
  • seungkwan is pretty well known on campus because he’s interviewed just about e v e r y o n e
  • anyone who heads a team or a club or organized a fundraiser/bake sale whatever like seungkwan has emailed them to talk about their activities 
  • and like his enthusiasm isn’t matched by anyone else in the major, like seungkwan will do the most to get a story and he’s never shy of approaching people or getting them to share what they know and like he’s a complete PERFECTIONIST when it comes to reporting because not a single thing can be a lie, he has to report exactly what he knows
  • and sometimes this can get on people’s nerves and people always whisper behind his back about his over-the-top nature but seungkwan could literally care less
  • sometimes seungcheol or hoshi will hear someone say something and they’ll be like “cheer up seungkwan, they’re just being assholes!” and seungkwan, whose eating with one hand and taking notes from one of his interviews with the other is just like “hmm? they said something? i didn’t even have time to hear them.”
  • and like his true passion is writing musical critique because aside from being a journalist, he’s also a practiced singer and even minors in vocal performance 
  • and every time the journal comes out the music section is the longest because seungkwan is passionate and yes he totally reviewed vernon’s secret mixtape and that one cover song jeonghan put up on his soundcloud and when both people found out their names were in the journal they were like sEUNGKWA N and he was just like 
  • “listen i gave you pretty decent scores, you should have seen how i tore about this other album-” and they’re like oh my god
  • and seungkwan has sent in a couple formal pieces to local magazines and things like that and he’s really hoping for an internship soon because just writing for the campus journal isn’t too big of a deal
  • especially considering the fact that almost every time someone joins the journal - they like drop it a semester in because the work that you actually have to put in is a L O T
  • the editor in chief also is like seungkwan maybe you shouldn’t,,,,be so hard on the newcomers you kinda scare them away
  • and seungkwan is like “just because i told ken his fiction piece about flying squirrels wasn’t that good doesn’t mean im being hard on people. it was a story about flying squirrels you guys.”
  • and the thing is seungkwan really does love his major and he really loves the act of reporting, of hearing people talk about things they love or things they hate, and being able to share that small snippet with the rest of the campus through his words - like that impact is the reason he’s so obsessed with putting out only perfect work
  • and so when the campus directors send the journal a letter about how if it doesn’t find new members it’s sure to lose its funding, seungkwan is beyond devastated 
  • buT MAN DOES IT RILE HIM UP AND He’s LIKE GUYS WE GOTTA MAKE FLYERS 
  • and everyone’s like “seungkwan that’s not gonna even wo-” and seungkwan’s already opening up photoshop and being like “comic sans would be a good font, but let’s be real helvetica is more classy.”
  • and that is actually how you meet intense journalist seungkwan, through some flyers and im not saying he hands you a flyer and politely introduces you to the student journal
  • im talking you’re running down the hall to the printing room and seungkwan is holding a wobbly pile of 100 flyers that all say PLEASE SAVE OUR SCHOOL JOURNAL on them
  • and once you two collide all those flyers come down like rain around you
  • and you’re hfowskdf oh my god im SORRY and seungkwan doesn’t even answer you he’s like “the flyers, pick up the flyers, the flyers, we’re ruined, the flyers, flyers, flyers, fLYeRS” and you’re like 
  • watching him try to gather everything with panicky hands
  • and you know you were running because you had to print something super fast because you were in class but you can’t leave him like this so you start helping him pick up the flyers and he doesn’t even notice
  • until you two are both out of breath, sweaty, each holding a crooked pile of papers and you’re like “here!!! sorry again, i hope none are ruined!!”
  • and he’s like “oh-” because he didn’t notice you were helping him he got too caught up
  • and then,,,like you two thought it was over riGHt but all at once it’s the end of classes and before you know it there’s a stampede of like students coming from this way and that and you and seungkwan are caught in the middle and their are elbows being pushed into you and peoples backpacks swinging at you
  • and seungkwan wobbles and once again….the papers going flying
  • except this time you guys cant hurry to pick them up, instead they’re stepped on and tore apart by people trying to get the hell out of the building
  • and when you look up at seungkwan you can see the Utter Defeat in his eyes and like you feel so bad that that just happened and you’re like
  • “,,,,,,,,im so sorry.” and he just sighs and as the crowd disperses he walks over to the wall and slides down against it and is like “it’s fine, it was a stupid idea anyway. who on campus even looks at flyers anymore?” and you’re like ): because like you’re not friends with seungkwan, but you know who he is and you’re like 
  • “i assume the flyers are about the journal?? is it closing??” and seungkwan explains that they’re gonna lose their funding if they don’t get more members and you’re like oh,,,,,im sorry
  • and he just shrugs and he’s like “it’s not like anyone reads that journal anyway.” and you’re like “i read it!! i especially like the music page, all your stuff is so in-depth and not half assed.” and seungkwan suddenly gets a hint of happiness on his face
  • and he’s like “really??” and you’re like “yeah!!! i even checked out that cover your friend did…..jeonghan? you wrote about it and when i listened to it, it was so relaxing!!”
  • and suddenly seungkwan perks up and he’s like “if you think jeonghan hyung sings well, you should listen to-”
  • and long story short you don’t ever print your thing and instead you end up talking for some time with seungkwan until once again he’s like “i really don’t know what to do about the journal.” and you’re like “i could try to join??;” and seungkwan thanks you for the sentiment but one new member probably won’t appease the school
  • and so you’re both standing there with frowns on your faces and seungkwan is like 
  • “it’s funny but i used to wish that someone in the journal would finally ask to write an article about me,,,,don’t you think that’s kind of selfish?” and he’s trying to laugh it off but you see that he’s faking and you’re like
  • “wait? are you also a musician?” and seungkwan bites back his lip and shakes his head
  • and he’s like “my sister and i both sang a lot when we were younger so i took up vocal performance as my minor because i like it a lot. i wouldn’t say im a musician, but ……it’d be nice to have someone acknowledge it once in awhile.”
  • and he like starts to get up and you’re like “wait.” and he’s like ??
  • and you  scramble to your feet as well and you’re like “let me do it. let me write something on you as a singer, at least for this last issue.”
  • seungkwan kind of looks at you flabbergasted and he’s like ????? do?????do you know what you’re signing up for???
  • and you’re like “hEY look midterms are over for the most part and aside from stuff i have to do for myself, i could devote some time to this. especially if it means a lot to you.”
  • and seungkwan for a second stares at you as if he still can’t believe you’re offering to do this
  • but then he takes your hand in his and is like “well, finally we’ll have another persons opinion in the music section!”
  • and you’re like giggling but you’re also like “just tell me a time when you’re free so i can hear you sing.” and seungkwan’s like here give me your number so i can contact you
  • it’s cute seungkwan’s background is the famous singer junsu and you’re like “oh” and seungkwan’s like LISTEN he’s my idol,,,,,,,, and his eyes get all sparkly it’s adorable
  • but yeah you give him your number and you’re like “ill look forward to it and ill do my best!!”
  • and then you figure out holy shit your class is over, you never printed your  thing time to run and see if the teacher still hung around for office hours
  • and like as you make your way down the hall, seungkwan holds his phone and he can’t help but finally feel a little better about everything 
  • and as he watches you disappear around the corner he reminds himself that he owes you a thank you when this is all over
  • and so a week passes and seungkwan texts you finally to meet him in the performance center on campus and he’s like “i booked one of the recording rooms!!” and you’re like cool let’s go
  • and like to be honest you’re sitting on the other side of the glass with your notebook out to maybe take notes like ??? really you don’t know what you’re doing here you’ve never written a review but you’re not like worried
  • but then, seungkwan who seems so shy putting on the headphones and adjusting the mic
  • like when he starts to sing the pen you’re holding literally drops from your hand because his voice???????
  • it’s the voice of a real Angel 
  • and from the moment he starts to the last second of the lyrics, you can’t help but just be completely wrapped up in his voice
  • and when he asks you what you thought of it you can only try to snap yourself out of it and ask him
  • “did you play a recording into the microphone? was that really you?”
  • and seungkwan puts a hand over his mouth to laugh and he’s like WHAT is up with your facial expression you look so confused
  • and you’re like “seungkwan, seriously why aren’t you a singer? why are you in college? why aren’t you selling albums with your face on the cover holy hell you sing better than anyone ive ever heard before???”
  • and seungkwan shrugs and he’s like “nahh, it’s just a hobby.” and you’re like if i had a hobby that i was THAT good at. i wouldn’t be here. i’d be trying to get jyp or sm to notice me hoyl HELL
  • and seungkwan comes out and he asks if you took any notes or have any criticisms and you’re like
  • “criticisms? this review im going to write is literally going to be like : BOO SEUNGKWAN OF THE JOURNALIST MAJORS HAS THE VOICE OF GOD”
  • and again seungkwan is just laughing because wow you’re so silly he’s not that good but like a sense of pride swells in him because no one’s really ever praised him so much like this before
  • and like he asks if you’d like to listen to him some more and you’re like yes please!!!
  • and it’s amazing he has such a good range and he even says he’s written his own original lyrics
  • and you two spend a good 6 hours in their together until one of the professors needs the recording room to teach and as you’re walking back onto campus you’re like
  • “seungkwan, what if……..you busk?” and he’s like “on campus?” and you’re like “sure, or even better like in the city? like whats a day you don’t have classes or club we could go out and set up in a park or somewhere and you could sing and maybe if we do it a couple of times we could scrap up some many for the journal???”
  • and seungkwan brightens up instantly and he’s like !!! that’d be so cool and you’re like right??
  • and you two start basically jumping up and down in excitement just talking about it and seungkwans like “maybe i could ask my friend joshua to come out and play guitar too??” and you’re clapping your hands like yes!!!! that’d be amazing
  • and seungkwan is like “you’re a genius, we should have thought of this SOONER” and you’re like ok ok text joshua and see when he’s free and then tell me so we can plan more
  • and it’s like really adorable because you and seungkwan, who met literally a week ago are talking like you’ve been friends for ages
  • and you get so happy at the thought of being able to help him and he gets so excited being able to share what he loves with you
  • and maybe neither of you know it yet but listen, this is the beginning of CRUSHES
  • and when seungkwan asks if you’re free tomorrow after 4 because joshua can come out then you’re like yes!!
  • the next day you’re leaving your dorm and your roommates like woAH you look so cute - going on a date? and you’re like huh??? no?? why does it look like i put in effort? and your roommates just like (—–: yes it does. is it for a bo-
  • and you’re like BYE GOING NOW
  • and you meetup with seungkwan and joshua near the subway station off campus and joshua introduces himself and when he turns to seungkwan he’s like 
  • “your significant other is really sweet, why didn’t you introduce them to me before?”
  • and seungkwan is like “oh they’re not - we’re not -”
  • and you’re like YEAH we’re nOT 
  • and joshua is like oh?????? really???? it’s just the way seungkwan was talking about you made it seem-
  • and seungkwan like jumps up to cover joshua’s mouth like HAHAAH so funny hyung let’s get on the subway
  • and you don’t notice it but joshua nudges you closer to seungkwan while you guys are squished on the seats on your way to the city
  • and seungkwan holds you steady when you get up to get off and the train jerks
  • and the whole time joshua’s looking off to the side like he’s on the office with the mOST SMUG EXPRESSION 
  • because you two are all cute and innocent, just like a young couple in love and you don’t even KNOW IT
  • and like once you get to the park you help joshua and seungkwan set up and you guys use joshua’s guitar case as a way to collect money and you’re basically in charge of attracting peoples attention so you run around asking people to gather around seungkwan because !!! hey hEY the best vocalist is about to perform
  • and like you give seungkwan a thumbs up after you manage to get like 15-20 people to come around
  • and when he starts to sing along with joshua’s guitar you can see the shock on the faces of the audience
  • and people even start getting their phones out to record
  • and sooner or later that crowd of 20 turns to a crowd of even more
  • and seungkwan is such a natural people person like in between songs he asks the people if they’re resting well after work and if they’ve eaten
  • and it’s like watching a soloists performance, he’s so professional and good
  • and people even ask if he has albums or a site where they could listen to him sing like a youtube or something
  • and seungkwan is like !! im not that great- but seriously everyone is complimenting him
  • and seeing him light up with happiness and bow in thankfulness it makes your heart beat with joy,,,but also
  • the smile on seungkwan’s face,,,,,,,it gets you so,,,,,,,soft
  • like you want to protect that smile forever
  • on your way back you count all the loose change and bills and you’re like it’s over a hundred dollars and seungkwan is like WHAT NO WAY and joshua’s like “im not surprised, you sounded really good seungkwan”
  • and you’re like “i told you!!! you’re so talented and lovely - people are bound to like you!!”
  • and seungkwan looks at you and he’s like,,,,, “lovely?”
  • and you kind of turn pink and stutter and you’re like “yEAH you know like idols,,,,,,,,,,very lovely your look,,,,,,you look approachable and nice and,,,,,”
  • and seungkwan is like “oh! you just mean im nice!” and you’re like mHMM!!! and joshua is like PFFT UHUH OK 
  • and so you accompany seungkwan a couple of more times when he goes out to busk
  • and by the end of the semester you’re sure you’ve raised enough for the journal to fund itself just a bit longer without having to get new members
  • and seungkwan is like “it’s time for our next issue to come out!!” and you’re like “can you wait to see what i wrote on you?” and he’s like HONESTLY NO
  • and so when the copies get made, seungkwan rushes to see and he’s like 
  • “why isn’t your piece in the review section, it’s just my review of vernon’s mixtape - where is -”
  • and you’re like “silly, look at the cover!!”
  • and seungkwan flips it back over and he sees that on the cover it’s a photo of him singing in the park, a photo you took and he’s like “wh-”
  • and he sees that the main story that was printed is about how his performances helped save the journal
  • and it’s written by you (with help from the journals members who all love seungkwan too) and it’s literally just you praising his hardwork and humbleness 
  • and ask seungkwan reads it you see him stop at the last line 
  • “….and somehow, this all made me fall in love with him.”
  • and he looks up at you and he’s like 
  • “is it true?”
  • and you can only looks to the side sheepishly like,,,,,,, “reporters shouldn’t lie? right?”
  • and seungkwan literally just puts the journal down and takes you by the waist and kisses you and you’re like oH!!
  • but it doesn’t stop there he’s just kissing you on your temple and your cheeks and your nose
  • and you’re like seungkwAN THE other MEMBERs of the JOURNAl Are WATHCING 
  • and he’s like OOPS but it’s cute they’re like “we’ll leave you two to it ^^”
  • and seungkwan is just like,,,,,, “i don’t know how or why i got lucky enough to meet someone like you who wanted to help me right from the get go, but god im so so so thankful”
  • and you’re like “im thankful too, to have meet someone so talented and passionate. you have the capacity to do anything seungkwan. really.”
  • and you two are looking into each others eyes and he leans in and he’s like
  • “right now, i want to use all that capacity to kiss you again.”
  • AND LIKE you two are the cutest thing ever seungkwan is so proud of dating you and he shows it off all the time
  • like literally a minute after he sends his mom an excited message about how he thinks he’s found the person of his dreams
  • he also mails her a copy of the journal as always and he’s like “here, do you wanna talk to my mom when i call her???” and you’re like isNT IT TOO early to talk to her like this,,, and seungkwan is like “no no she’ll love you i know it because i love you.”
  • and the journal is up and running ok and tbh seungkwan’s busking on campus has kind of made it pretty popular like more people are coming to meetings and submitting writing or songs 
  • and you even join but not really as a reporter but more as like an editor every now and then
  • and you’re the only person seungkwan trusts to show drafts too 
  • and like you’re his number one hype squad like you’re always like seungkwan your writing is so good, your singing is so good, your face is SO GOOD
  • and seungkwan’s like ‘i know my face is good because you keep kissing it’ and you’re like YOU’RE RIGHT
  • that background photo of junsu on his phone is replaced with a photo of you when you fell asleep on his shoulder after you two were coming in from the city after he busked
  • and one day he actually writes a song for you 
  • and performs it for the first time outside on the campus quad
  • and when he sings your name you literally fall to your knees with your face in your hands and like seungcheol and joshua and vernon and jeonghan are all elbowing you like AYEEE and it’s cute 
  • seungkwan serenades you when you’re a little pouty with him and you’re like STOP we’re in the cafeteria and he’s just in his sing-song voice like “i don’t care~~~ i love you~~~~”
  • sarcastically told jun off that one time he tried to ask you to get coffee with him since seungkwan was busy writing for the journal and literally it was like this;
  • seungkwan: if i had to do a review on your hair jun, i’d give it a bacon sticker because it’s so greasy.”
  • it hurt jun and he held a grudge for quite a while
  • as he is with reporting and singing, seungkwan is a perfectionist in dating 
  • and sometimes it’s a bit too much because if he takes you on a date and something goes wrong he blames himself and you’re like “baby, we don’t have to go see that movie. we can just go to the arcade.” and seungkwan’s like bUT i know you wanted to see that movie and you just pinch his cheeks and tell him that yes, but you also wanna kick his butt at dance dance revolution and that gets him fired up
  • you didn’t believe he was good at table tennis until you guys finally had a match and he won even though you guys played like 12 matches and you’re like seungkwan is their anything you’re not good at
  • seungkwan; hmmm im not good at resisting you?
  • depending on if you like to sing or not you and seungkwan do a duet during his busking one time and an elderly couple is just like “you two should hurry up and get married!!”
  • and you’re like blushing but seungkwan is like “my ideal wedding would be getting married on the beach at jeju, are you cool with that?”
  • you: seUNGKWAN we’re IN COLLEGE PL E A S e

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A letter to Terry Pratchett

alright, how to do this. Since i was 12 my favorite author has always been Terry Pratchett. His Tiffany Aching series shaped who i am today, and i hold his writing above all other writing. i always fantasized about meeting him and telling him how much his writing meant to me and how grateful i was. And then he died the day before my 17th birthday. and god, i wept. i completely broke down. it took me a while to recover, and even longer to find the words, but i wrote him this letter, and i thought i’d put it by the terry pratchett memorial next time i came to london (i live in denmark), but by the time i came the memorial had been painted over. and so this letter has been sitting in my documents folder for a long time, and i feel like that iis wrong. i need to put it out there somewhere in the world - even if its just for closure. i watched the BBC documentary ‘back in black’ recently and i got the idea to publish the letter here, so i may live to regret this but here it comes; my badly written, far too long letter to a man who will never read it:


Dear Sir Terry Pratchett,

I don’t really know why I’m writing this letter. As things are, you’ll never read it, and even if you could, I don’t know if I’d dare give it to you. Or if I’d even dare approach you. You see (and you’ll probably disagree/dislike me for this/get miffed about this), you rank frighteningly high on my list of natural forces, my hierarchy of deities. You probably wouldn’t like that, rather a rising ape than a fallen angel, but that is how it is. I believe in a god, but you are closer to him in my accounts than you will ever be to me. Maybe that’s wrong, don’t put your heroes on pedestals and whatnot, but I don’t think I can stop it now. It’s just how it is. So I don’t really know why I’m writing this letter, or if anyone will ever read it, but I think I needed to do it. Get out all the things I will never get a chance to tell you. Very human, isn’t it?

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