Can I request The Boys goofing off on the ice? Just some typical college boy rough housing and laughing cuz they have no worries? Thank you!
Chowder stares at the net. Four corners. Four targets. He leans back and forth on his skates, digging himself into a groove he feels comfortable with. He brings his stick up and wipes the ice chips off it from where Holster snow showered him.
“Ready when you are,” he says.
Nursey and Dex both nod, each handling a puck. Ransom holds up the stop watch and takes a breath.
“Go,” he says.
Nursey passes him the first puck and the second it hits his stick, Chowder knows he’s got this. He hits the two lower corners first, and then the two upper corners. Four perfect passes from his fellow frogs, four perfect shots.
As soon as he hits the fourth target, Chowder’s head snaps up to look at Ransom. So do Nursey’s and Dex’s and everyone else, still gathered around to watch.
Ransom’s face doesn’t give anything away, though.
“So?” Dex asks. “Did he break it?”
Ransom skates slowly over to Chowder and holds out the stopwatch for him to look for himself.
“12.6 seconds,” he reads, eyes wide.
His teammates go wild around him, flying in to hug him and slap him on the back. But Chowder’s still blinking. It’s not only a new goalie record, it’s a new school record entirely. Four targets on four shots, all under 13 seconds. This can’t be real. Even Jack had a slower time than him. And Jack is… Jack.
“Really?” he squeaks, currently getting his ribs crushed by Holster’s bear hug.
“The stopwatch doesn’t lie, bro,” Ransom says.
Chowder can’t help the grin that starts to spread across his face. The stopwatch doesn’t lie. He just shattered the school accuracy shooting record.
Writing Flashbacks, Examples From the Survivor POV
This time, rather than talk about the barebones of how someone experiences a flashback, we’re going to give example scenes from different POVs covering a few different things.
It was innocent.
A brochure on his friend’s desk, talking about all the wonderful things that Shatley Springs had to offer. Like the myth of the healing water. How it washed over that man’s hands and made him whole again.
Eric breathed in through his nose, exhaled slowly. Tried not to think about how it never did the same for him. How he’d felt like a myth of himself since that visit. How no matter how much water he ran over his body he never felt clean much less healed.
“So I was thinking–” Alana’s voice broke through the memory– “Lunch and then grocery shopping? Since you’re not supposed to go on an empty stomach and all.”
Eric stretched as he nodded, trying to get rid of some of the tension in his shoulders. “Yeah. Sounds great.”
What we have in this <200 word snippet: A trigger. A place the trauma happened. Knowledge that the trauma made him feel unclean. Physical tension in the body. We also have the little things people naturally do to try and.. lessen the blow. Breathing in a specific way and stretching. What we don’t know: What type of trauma occured (though, it can be … assumed to be interpersonal) We also show that the person he’s with? Likely has -no- idea where his brain just went. Which is pretty common.
Sarah didn’t have time for this.
Didn’t have time to be feeling like this. Like her heart wanted to come out of her chest, like there were bugs crawling under her skin. Her fingers clenched and unclenched, resisting the urge to pull out her phone to google ‘symptoms of a heart attack.’
WebMD would tell her she had cancer and she didn’t have time for that either. Needed this to stop so that she could finish getting dressed and be on her way.
Stupid. She was being stupid. Her boss inviting her out to dinner was a good thing. A sign that a promotion was coming or a nice project, or maybe they were meeting with clients. All good things. No reason for her to be acting like this.
But the hands- the bugs- they wouldn’t stop.
What we have in this small snippet: A possible trigger/stressor, the fact that this character does not realize she’s having a flashback/panic attack (it’s written purposely ambigious except for one detail), we know her heart is racing. Later on, if you wanted to reify her as a trauma survivor rather than just having panic attacks- you would touch back on the hands aspect. Or bring it up in another way.
“Where’d you go?”
Michael blinked, looked up at the woman in her pin-stripe suit. “What?”
Dr. Adams smoothed the front of her jacket down, whether because she’d noticed him looking or a nervous tick of her own, he didn’t know. “What were you thinking about just now? That had you looking so sad. Did something I say remind you of the shooting?”
Fuck that. Fuck her. Fuck his boss for making him come here. “Nothing, I wasn’t thinking ‘bout nothing. Can you just sign the damn slip so that I can go back to work?”
What we have in this snippet: Is the aftermath. We don’t see Michael experience the flashback, but we do see a professional noticing something is off and the defensiveness Michael has going on. Some characters are going to be more like Eric. Poetic-ish thought process, connecting things. Other characters are not. Some characters might know they’re having a flashback and use that word, others might say things like ‘going back there.’ Don’t try and force one style or another on a character it doesn’t work for.
A lot of the times it is going to be ambiguous. A flashback and a panic attack don’t always look different on the outside. Rumination and flashbacks are even harder to break apart. What’s important is that -you- know which symptom your character is going through, and build the little details throughout the entire piece of writing. Don’t get stressed out on making sure the reader will know ‘this one was a flashback rather than _________.’ So long as they know something isn’t quite right, you’re setting the tone.
I know it is tempting to info dump. I think a lot of writers see flashbacks as a convenient way to bring in the trauma and explain things- but when they do, it comes off forced and unrealistic.
Flashbacks tend to focus on short snippets of the memory. Whether it be a sensation, an action, the feeling of being helpless. They don’t start at a convenient narrative point and end later. Sometimes they just repeat, the same terrible thing happening over and over and over again like a scratching record until something is able to break through.
i randomly got the idea of making up a brother for harry and gemma and decided i should write it and post it now since it’s harry’s birthday, i hope you enjoy x
“You ready?” Harry asked, loading the last suitcase into the back of his range rover.
“Yeah,” I nodded as I watched him close the trunk.
“Alright, let’s go.” He smiled, gesturing to the car.
Harry’s birthday was tomorrow and he and I were going to spend it with his family. It had been a while since we both had seen them, and we were all excited. Gemma even picked on Harry and said she was looking forward to seeing me more than she was to see him. Harry put his stuff in the car and then came to pick me up, and now we embarked on our about three and a half hour journey. We stopped to get some lunch, then went on our way.
After jamming to music and playing eye spy for a bit, which was Harry’s idea, we finally arrived at Anne and Robin’s house. We got out of the car and got our stuff, but before we could walk to the front door, Gemma bolted out if the house and hugged me tightly.
“I’ve missed you so much, (y/n). I’m so happy you’re here!” Gemma squealed.
Harry crossed his arms. “Glad to know you really do prefer my friends over me.”
Gemma rolled her eyes as she let go of me and hugged her brother. “I missed you too Harry, you know that.”
Gemma helped us bring in our stuff, Anne grinning at us as we walked in.
“Oh my goodness, (y/n), you just get more gorgeous by the day.” Anne said as she hugged me.
“I could say the same to you,” I complimented her as I hugged her back.
“Even Mum likes her more than me.” Harry all but whined.
Anne chuckled, walking over to Harry and hugging him. “Now, Harry, you know I love my children more than anything. (Y/n)’s just a really close second.”
Robin walked into the living room, looking nervous but trying to hide it. “Hello!”
“What’s going on Robin?” Harry questioned.
Robin sighed. “I know you expected it to just be the five of us, but your brother is coming as well.”
Harry’s confused look turned in to an angry one. “Since when was this planned?”
“Harry, don’t be like that,” Anne said almost sadly. “It was last minute, but Robert wants see you on your birthday just like we do.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”
“Wait, you guys have a brother?” I asked.
Gemma nodded. “Yeah, he’s the middle child and we haven’t really seen much of him lately. He didn’t even come here for Christmas, though he was supposed to.”
“He was in Ireland and couldn’t get a flight out here as they cancelled most of them because of the weather.” Anne explained.
“Likely story,” Harry mumbled.
Anne tapped his shoulder lightly with the back of her hand. “Enough, let’s be nice, yeah?”
Harry sighed. “Yes, Mum.”
A while after that, Anne and Gemma made lunch for everyone, insisting that Harry and I not help because we were guests. Though, she was a guest too, but I just did as she asked instead if bringing that up. Anne said we had about fifteen minutes until it would be ready, so Harry, Robin, and I sat in the living room watching tv. There was a knock at the door, and I could tell Harry was definitely not looking forward to seeing who was on the other side.
“Hello, Robert!” Robin said when he opened the door. “Come on in.”
When he came in I was in shock. He was really handsome. He had short brown hair, similar to Harry’s but a bit shorter as Harry’s had grown out some, and he had a bit of gel in it unlike Harry. Harry didn’t even look in his direction, but Robert looked over at us and smiled wide.
“Hello, baby brother!” Robert all but sang, causing Harry to cringe. Robert took off the sunglasses he had on,which were definitely unnecessary, and looked at me. “Who is this beautiful woman you have sitting next to you?”
Harry looked like he was getting more irritated by the second. “This is (y/n).”
“Ah, it is so nice to meet you,” Robert said as we shook hands. “How long have you known Harry? A couple months?”
“More like four years,” I corrected him.
Robert looked at Harry and I in shock. “Is that so? How is this the first time we’ve met?”
“Maybe because you’re never around, you–”
“Dinner is ready!” Gemma interrupted Harry. I laughed at her timing.
“Gemma! How are you, my gorgeous big sister?” Robert said as he hugged her.
“I’ve been great, and yourself?” She said politely.
“I’ve been well,” He nodded.
We all got some dinner and sat in the living room as we ate, making small talk.
“So, what have you been doing?” Gemma asked Robert.
“I’ve actually just finished up filming my second movie.” Robert said proudly.
“Of fucking course he has,” Harry muttered as he scowled.
“Really? In only a year? That’s lovely!” Anne said, hugging her son. “I’m so proud of you, Robby.”
“Thanks, Mum.” Robert smiled. “So, what have my siblings been up to, hm?”
“Well, I write articles for a site called The Debrief and I also write for Mtv and other websites too.” Gemma told him.
“That’s awesome, Gem! You’ve always been such a talented writer, I knew you’d go on to do great things.” Robert complimented. “And you, Harry?”
Harry completely ignored him, eating his food and acting as if his brother wasn’t even here.
“Uh, he’s finished up filming Dunkirk, and he did a cover and spread for Another Man Magazine, and he’s working on his solo music and stuff now.” I spoke for him.
“Ah, that’s nice.” Robert said. “And what are you? Are you his publicist?”
“Oh, no,” I laughed. “I’m just with him a lot. Plus, he helps me write songs because I’m a singer too.”
“Well isn’t he lucky? He gets to work with you.” Robert grinned at me.
“I’m not feeling well, I’m going to go lie down.” Harry told everyone as he got up from beside me, taking his plate to the kitchen then going upstairs.
When everyone was finished eating, Gemma and I decided to do the dishes, telling Anne to take a well deserved break.
“So, Gem, what’s up with Harry and Robert?” I asked her, taking the plate she just washed and drying it. “Harry seems like he despises him.”
“They’ve had this sibling rivalry ever since they were young. Whenever Harry did something, Robert had to one up him. And he do whatever it took to do it. As you could probably tell, he likes to charm his way around, and Harry hates how fake he sounds.” Gemma explained.
“Wow,” I sighed. “I literally had no clue about that. Or him, for that matter.”
Gemma nodded. “I’m not surprised, Harry never brings Robert up because of how much he dislikes him. That’s why he’s upset he’s here and keeping to himself. He’s probably afraid Robert’s going to take his spotlight on his birthday.”
“We won’t let that happen, right?” I wondered. “I mean, I wouldn’t want Harry’s day to be anything but amazing.”
“I feel the same way,” She agreed. “We’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t happen.”
Soon after, Gemma and I were finished and the dishes were put away. She made tea for us both, offering some to Anne and Robin, but they said they said they were going to bed. We sat and talked in the kitchen for a while, then right when Gemma said she was going to bed as well, Robert came in.
“You going to bed, Gem?” Robert asked her.
“Yeah, I’m tired from traveling and everything.” She told him.
“Alright, well goodnight,” He said as he hugged her.
“Goodnight,” She said back, going upstairs.
“So, what is a stunning girl like you doing hanging around with a guy like my brother?” He asked me, making me raise my eyebrows.
“Um, I’m not sure what you mean by that.” I lied.
He chuckled. “What I meant is, what do you see in him exactly?”
I gave him a look. “Excuse me?”
He sighed. “Look, all I’m trying to say is, if you’re trying to be with Harry then don’t bother. There are guys out there than can treat you much better than he can. Like me, for example.” I just stood there in shock. “Go out with me, and I’ll prove it to you.”
“Why the hell am I not surprised?”
I sighed in relief as Harry walked into the kitchen, a smug but angry look on his face.
“You know, (y/n) and I are actually together, but if we weren’t, there’s no chance in hell she’s do anything with you.” Harry slighted.
Robert laughed. “Really? Because she was about to agree to go on a date with me before you rudely interrupted us.”
“Cut the shit,” Harry spat. “I heard the whole thing, and she didn’t seem the least bit interested in you. And why would she be? You’re nothing but a dickhead that kisses ass to get what you want, and the only reason you try your damnedest to beat me at everything is because of how jealous you are of me.”
Robert scoffed. “Me? Jealous of you? Please, it’s you that’s jealous, Harry. You’ve always wanted what I had, ever since we were kids.”
“Really? Is that why you’re trying to flirt with my girlfriend? Because I want what you have?” Harry crossed his arms, waiting for Robert to reply.
“Look,” I spoke up. “Think we should all just go to bed, arguing isn’t going to solve anything.”
“No, actually, Robert was about to leave.” Harry countered.
Robert gave Harry a look. “And what makes you think I’m going to do that?”
“Because if you don’t we’ll have a big problem.” Robin said as he, Gemma, and Anne all came in. Robert looked at everyone in shock.
“I cannot believe you,” Anne said disappointingly. “How dare you treat Harry and (y/n) this way. You should be ashamed.”
Robert started to look sad, but then a slightly angry look appeared on his face. “And everyone wonders why I never come around anymore.”
“That’s your own damn fault and no one else’s,” Harry glared at him. “Now, get your things and go.”
The next morning, I came downstairs and saw Harry helping Anne with breakfast, Gemma and Robin drinking coffee and talking. I quietly walked up behind Harry and hugged him.
“Happy birthday!” I cheered.
He laughed, turning around and hugging me properly. “Thanks, lovely.”
“So, um, I have a question.” I said.
“Shoot,” He grinned.
“Why did you say I was your girlfriend last night?” I watched as he started to blush.
“Oh, I just said that so he’d, uh, leave you alone.” He shrugged.
“Sure.” I drawled out.
“Why else would I have done it?” He messed with his hair.
“I don’t know,” I said putting my finger on my chin. “Maybe, because you like me?” Robin, Gemma, and Anne tried to hold in their laughter.
Harry hesitated. “Well what if I do?”
“Then, maybe we should do something about it. Like go on a date?” I proposed.
“Maybe I’d like that,” Harry beamed.
“Quit saying ‘maybe’, and just go out tonight.” Gemma insisted, earning laughs from everyone.
“I think we should listen to your sister.” I said as I put my arms around Harry, and him doing the same to me.
“I think so, too.” He winked.
if you want to request something feel free to do so, requests are always open x
Duuuude, hit me with Sterek and 18 or 19? Or 18 AND 19??
18. things you said when you were scared and 19. things you said when we were the happiest we ever were
“I want to get married,” Stiles says, petulantly.
Derek’s heart races at first, speeds with the excitement and exhilaration of the idea of it, before he realizes Stiles is holding Isaac’s wedding invitation, heavy cardstock with the pretentious french parfum wafting through the air.
“You just want presents,” he says, holding the door open and stepping back, so that Stiles can come in.
“No,” Stiles says. “I mean, yes, obviously I would have the world’s coolest registry and wouldn’t waste my time with crystal stemware, but that’s not my point.” He throws himself backwards onto Derek’s couch in a huff.
“You want to get married,” Derek repeats dryly.
“Exactly, my friend,” Stiles says, pointing at him. “Exactly.”
Fandom: Endless Summer Pairing: Jake x F/MC Word Count: 1202 Summary: After a not-so-quiet night in, Jake decides to generously do MC a favour and do the small amount of laundry she has. Little does he know, MC is broke and can’t afford anything else besides that crusty musty red tank top. can somebody please buy her more clothes aka diamonds
Previously on Sweet Treats, Now Gimme the Deets…Part 1
The memory of last night, and Jake
sweetly mumbling those three words to you, swim in your mind. Giddiness tingles you all over as you wake,
familiarizing yourself with the beating hot sun rays that pour into your hotel room
early in the morning. You can’t help but
bite on your bottom lip and curl up into a ball of happiness; overwhelmed by
the sea of events which occurred last night, and led you crashing to where you
are in this very moment.
slept with Jake McKenzie.
hell. You SLEPT with Jacob Lucas
and Michelle would DIE if they ever find out.
Although it had felt like an eternity, in reality y/n had only been with Jerome for a few weeks. She didn’t want to stay with him, she simply didn’t have a choice. At least, those were the words she kept telling herself.
Every morning when she woke up next to him, she told herself that this isn’t what she wanted, that she wanted to be back with her family. But something in her said he wasn’t that bad of a person, at least not to her. Jerome never made her do anything y/n wasn’t comfortable yet, he tip-toed around her, slowly pushing her boundaries, waiting for her to ask him to stop before he stopped. Jerome definitely put on a show in front of Jim, just to taunt him. But in the safety of Theo’s Penthouse, he was caring, attentive and respectful.
She sighs, rolling over in the soft bed. The silken sheets feel extra cold against her skin. Although she’s cold, practically shaking, she stays where she is, even though she can feel the heat radiating from Jerome. He’s on his side of the bed-it was a compromise they’d made, she’d sleep in the same bed as him as long as he kept his distance. She stares at his face, wondering if he’s asleep or awake, wondering if it would be so bad if she would just curl up next to him. In the dark she can just barely make out his closed eyes, his relaxed expression. “Jerome?” She whispers. When he doesn’t make a sound, she moves closer to him slowly, testing the waters. Even as y/n is directly by him, just barely not touching him, he doesn’t move. The warmth spreading from his body comforts y/n as she nestles close to him, burying her face in his chest.
After her body has warmed a bit, she begins to move away, back to the empty cold side of the bed. Y/n’s body already begins to chill the second she moves from him, causing a shiver to travel down her spine. The motion forces Jerome from his sleep and he reaches out, eyes still closed, pulling y/n back to him. He sighs softly, nuzzling her neck.
“You’ve been awake for the past three hours,” he murmurs. “You’re freezing cold, just stay over here.” Jerome holds her to him, but his arms are wrapped around her loosely, giving her the choice. Even with how much y/n wants to leave, wants to show that she doesn’t have a soft spot for the ginger, she can’t. The warmth of his body is slowly lulling her asleep and it doesn’t help any when he begins to trace circles on her back with his index finger, whispering soft nonsense to her. Something about the way he holds her and the way he whispers sweet nothings into her ear makes y/n feel safer than she has ever felt in her life. When y/n has finally fallen asleep, Jerome’s hand stops and presses against her back, pulling her closer to him. His other arm lays over her neck, curling at her head. He leans his head down, his nose brushing against her forehead. Jerome closes his eyes and lets out a small, content sigh.
“Well, look what we have here.” The sound of Barbara’s voice pulls y/n out of her sleep roughly and her eyes pop open. “I guess your plan worked, Jerome. She’s warming up to you.” Jerome mumbles something under his breath, having just been woken up by Barbara too. He nuzzles y/n’s neck, snuggling closer to her as he tries to fall back asleep. “Aw, isn’t that so cute, Tabitha? Look. Their like a-” Barbara doesn’t get a chance to finish her sentence before y/n pushes herself away from Jerome quickly, moving to the other side of the bed and standing up. A small whining noise leaves Jerome’s throat and he peers up at her, his expression somewhat blank. He rolls off the bed, standing on his feet, his head down. “O-oh.” Barbara says, her eyebrows shooting up. “Did I say something?” Y/n’s cheeks turn crimson red and she wraps her arms around herself.
“We aren’t like a couple and I’m not warming up to him; he kidnapped me.” She says, attempting to make her voice sound as serious as possibly. This causes Jerome to laugh loudly. “What? What’s so funny?” Y/n snaps, turning her attention to the now fully awake ginger. He’s bright eyes meet hers as he tilts his head.
“You.” He says. “This,” he motions around at the room.
“What do you mean?” Y/n asks.
“You pretending like there isn’t something,” he hisses, beginning to move around the bed. “Pretending like you don’t care about me,” Y/n backs up a bit as he reaches her. Jerome stares down at her, his gaze so intense that she shivers slightly. “This act that you put up in front of everyone else,” he mutters, reaching up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “When it’s so very clear,” he leans in, not stopping even as she backs up against the wall. Jerome reaches out, cupping one side of her face with his hand. “That you’re as into me as I am into you.” Y/n’s brain seems to freeze as he leans forward. “And I’m going to prove it, sweet-cakes.” Y/n reluctantly meets his gaze, and her heart calms a bit. Jerome has no darkness in his eyes, not right now. His eyes sparkle with a playful glint, his lips tilt up in an amused grin. Suddenly y/n is hit with a wave of light-heartedness and she grins at him.
“If you can catch me,” she says, launching herself past him before he has time to react. Jerome’s grin widens as he chases after her.
Barbara stands watching, one eyebrow raised as they run around the room, slamming into walls, sometimes tripping and crashing to the ground. Overall, they were making a huge ruckus. Barbara turns to Tabitha. “She doesn’t know what she’s in for, poor girl.” Tabitha mutters, shaking her head. Barbara rolls her eyes.
“She seems to like him, whether she’s realized it or not. I’ve never seen Jerome happier than when he’s around her; I don’t see the problem.” Barbara whispers.
Tabitha opens her mouth to respond, to tell Barbara about Theo’s plans he’d discussed with her, but y/n bolts over to them, not giving herself enough time to stop as she slams into the dresser beside the door. It thuds against the wall, everything on its shelves teetering around, a statue tipping off and barreling down towards her. Jerome launches out, throwing himself over her and pulling her head to his chest, trying to protect as much of her as possible. Luckily, the statue crashes to the floor about a foot away from Jerome. Theo runs to the door, staring at them with wide eyes.
“What is- Jerome,” he sighs, pressing his palm to his forehead. “Jerome, try not to break anything else, okay?” Theo scolds. When he turns his gaze to you, slight confusion flickers in his eyes before he raises his eyebrows. “You two seem to be getting along better,” he comments. Jerome rests his forehead on y/n’s, wiggling his eyebrows intensely.
“See? I told ya, sweet-cakes. You’re warming up to me. I’d even dare say that you like me.” He says. Y/n rolls her eyes as she giggles and steps away from him.
“You didn’t really make the best first impression but you’re definitely making up for it.” She says. Jerome sighs and moves his hand in a circular motion and he tilts his head, raising his eyebrows.
“But I’m making up for it, and that’s what counts, isn’t it doll?” Y/n’s heart flutters and she blinks, casting her gaze away from him. Something about Jerome is begging to pull her in, his sweet personality with a side so dark that it scared her, something about the way he was to her while no one but the Maniax were around. She wasn’t sure what that meant about her, but she didn’t want to think about it too much. Y/n smiles, meeting Jerome’s gaze once again.
“Tag!” She shouts as she leaps forward, the childish joy rising in her once again as she taps his arm, bolting past him and out into the kitchen. Jerome smiles, turning lazily.
“You’re really going to play tag?” Theo asks, raising his eyebrows.
“Any reason to be near her, yeah.” He murmurs softly before hoping out into the kitchen.
anonymous said: hi can I send a KJ/Archie request? I have an interview for a university tomorrow and I’m anxious af so I was wondering if you could do a reader insert/imagine where he’s comforting the reader about the interview and such? Omg, thank you!
chapter song: wonderwall // oasis
pacing, today i was pacing. back and forth in my room, nervous as anything.
college has always been a major priority in my life. my parents are both professors so I’ve always been pressured in that area.
tomorrow is my official entrance interview and i’m riddled with nerves. being a hot mess has always been a major part of my personality too.
i get easily flustered. anxiety: also a major key, it’s what’s making everything much more emotional than expected.
“okay so let’s go over the key points again.” my dad encourages as he adjusted his glasses. We have been sitting at this damn table for 3 hours now.
“come on dad, I need a break.” I sigh slumping further down into my chair.
“well you’re going to be having a nice long break when you’re unemployed if you don’t ace this interview sweet cheeks.” He said shooting me a very unapologetic smile.
“i don’t need college to get a good job.” I say under my breath, hoping and praying to god that he didn’t hear what I just said.
“im sorrywhat did you just say?” he spat, shooting me a look.
oh well isn’t this just fucking great.
“DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT?” my mom yelled from hallway.
of course, she can hear me mumble under my breath when she’s a mile away but she can’t hear me say ‘yes mom’ when she calls me from my room.
“you’re about to send me into cardiac arrest. i had to put my ass on the line to get you this damn interview y/n so you can bet your ass you’re going to be there front and centre!” my father lectured.
i can feel this familiar build up in my chest. almost like a chemical reaction, burning a whole through my chest causing me to hyperventilate.
“i need some fresh air.” i say as i stand up from my seat and hastily exit my front door.
the only person who can make me feel better at a time like this is my boyfriend archie.
he has always been front and center, unapologetically listening to my problems and making me feel like everything will be okay. I made my way to his house.
the walk calmed down my initial dose of anxiety but as I approached the andrews house I saw arch sitting on the porch with a pen behind his ear and his guitar in hand.
as I come closer he notices me and smirks to himself.
“hey you.” he greets placing his guitar down and walking over to me, wrapping his strong arms around me as i melt into his chest.
i let out a long sigh, feeling his lips on my head.
“the interview huh?” he said taking a step back to study my face.
“i don’t know what to do arch. i’m so lost, the idea of being on show for these people tomorrow is freaking me out and the fact that they’re my parent’s co-workers too makes it worse, they already have high expectations.” i ramble on.
“woah take it easy.” he chuckles, his small laugh makes me blush.
“these people are pretentious arch. they’re all highly intellectual and they use words like brobdingnagian.” i let out a breath.
“i’m sorry what?” he says as he cocks his eyebrow.
“it means gigantic. brobdingnagian is another word for gigantic.” I say.
"look babe, if you can go into that interview with words like barbiecardigan than you’ll be fine, i promise.” he replies in attempt to comfort me.
“barbiecardigan?” i said with a giggle.
“look my slaughtering of that word is not the point here.” he retorts rolling his eyes.
“i have faith in you and I know you can do this. you need to break the wall down that’s preventing you from doing your best.” he pauses taking your hands in his.
“i know that it’s a big deal, but the best thing you can do is go there with a fresh and positive outlook on things and be yourself. make them laugh, show them how smart you are and be refreshing.”
you let out a shaky breathe as he chuckles, continuing his speech.
“there is only one you, go into that interview poised and composed and use your time wisely.”
“yeah you’re right” you mumble.
“every time i’m nervous for a big game i just remember that im only human, i’m not a machine and i can only do my best. promise me that you’ll go there and be yourself.” he asks softly taking a stray piece of my hair and pulling it behind my ear.
“and knowing you’re in the crowd cheering me on always eases my nerves” he adds cheekily causing you to blush.
“i promise i’ll go there and do my best.” i say, smiling softly as he pulls me into his warm embrace.
“thank you” you mumble as he pulls you out to arms length.
“a kiss for good luck?” he asks with a cheeky wink.
and with that i rock up on my tippy toes and join my lips with his in one long sweet kiss. he tucked me under his arm as he walked me over his truck offering to give me a ride home.
we pull up in front of the house and i sigh turning to the boy giving him one last kiss before shutting the truck down behind me and entering the house.
“mom, dad?” i say as i made my way into the dining room.
“y/n.” my dad mutters looking seriously annoyed.
“look im sorry for storming off, you didn’t raise me to run from my problems.“ i pause mustering up some courage.
"i’m going to go to that interview tomorrow and i’m going to be myself.” my parents glance at each other before they look back to me.
“i’m not putting on a show for these people, just because they’re your colleagues. i hope you guys understand.” you state, beaming with confidence.
“we raised you to be proud and self-confident baby.” my mom said smiling.
“i think they’ll be lucky to spend 20 minutes conversing with such a wonderful young lady.” my dad said trading in his stone-cold expression for a much softer and warmer one.
i smile to myself, my anxiety melting away as i feel nothing but confidence. i was beyond proud to be me, my own authentic self. there’s only one me.
Anon asked: Heey, can you do an imagine of Suga where you’re a pop singer and he wants to do a featuring with you and he notices during the process of the song that he likes you in a romantic way? Thaanks!
Description: Yoongi wants to work on a song with you, but shortly realizes that he has deep feelings for you.
“I’d love to work with you.” You smiled at the boy who stood in front of you.
You couldn’t believe that he, Min Yoongi, writer, composer, rapper, 1/7 of BTS wanted to collaborate with you.
You’d be lying if you said that this didn’t excite you. You were psyched to be working with him!
“Meet me in my studio tomorrow? I’ll text you the address. What’s your number?” Yoongi asks you, holding out his phone.
You took is his phone and put your number in it. As you gave his phone back to him, he looked at it before looking at you and smiling.
You sat in your bedroom, your cousin had locked in you from trying to escape. You walked over pounding on the door, as you heard the lock turn and Baekhyun stand in the doorway.
“What’s the problem?” He asked, his eyes glancing towards Jongin who was also put on door guard duty.
“I didn’t know you were going to bring me back to this hell.”
“Sorry, you don’t go against the boss, not unless your an idiot, and Baekhyun’s not an idiot.” He shrugged his shoulders as he heard Jongin chuckle. “I’m not.” he said sternly glaring at him.
“Your an idiot to me.” You hissed as you walked away from the door. Baekhyun shook his head as he turned around shutting the door behind him. You heard the lock turn as he resumed his position in front of the door.
“Maybe next time, don’t mess with the bosses cousin?” Jongin whispered as Baekhyun glared at him.
“I do still have my gun.” Jongin chuckled as he sat back down on his chair.
“I’m not scared, you’re a terrible shot.”
“Ya!” baekhyun yelled at him.
Chanyeol walked into your apartment Jongdae stayed next to the door as he looked around. Your heart raced as he took in the child toys on the floor and a photos on the top of the front dresser. His gaze first landed on a picture of him and you, one of the first ones he had taken of you two, both smiling and happy. The next one was of you and a two young children, both couldn’t be more than 3. His eyes widen as he felt his heart race.
“It’s been about 3 years since you left.” He whispered, he picked up the photo of you and the child. His hand was shaking as he traced the babies face. He would recognize those ears anywhere, both of them had it. They had his ears.
“I found out when I was about five months. You thought I just gained some weight. At the time you were being hunted and I couldn’t risk it.”
“I would have protected you.”
“Chanyeol, you couldn’t even protect yourself. You hadn’t yet merged with Kyungsoo, and by the time I found out, I was already on the run and scared to emerge. I had two mouths to feed, and I thought you were better off gone without me.”
“I’ve been looking for you since you left. I’m never okay without __.” Her eyes held his own tears as yours began to fall as you heard giggles coming down the hall. You quickly whipped them away.
“Excuse me who are you?” You heard the grandmother from down the hall ask.
“Mrs. Capella? You can come in.” You call as she comes in with two young waddling toddlers on each hand.
“Eomma!” the called in unison as they waddled over to you, wrapping their arms around you as you bent down to greet them.
“Do I need to get my cane?” Mrs. Capella asked as she glared at the young man. She recognized him from the pictures.
“No, Mrs. Capella, we’re okay. He won’t hurt us.”
“I’ll be down the hall if you need me.” Mrs. Capella excited not without a sharp glare at Chanyeol who tried to suppress the shudder of fear he suddenly got.
“Shes ex-Italian mob. She scares a lot of people.”
“Eomma? Is that Appa?” You look at Chanyeol as he sets the photo down. He walked over and bent down to their height as he smiled.
“Appa’s here, did you miss me?” Both nodded as you gave a small smile. He pat their heads as he leaned in kissing you on the top of your head. Both of you feeling complete.
“Now do you two want to tell me what that was about?” Jongin asked you and Jong-dae sat in the back of his car.
“You have some blood on your chin.” You point out as Jongin slams on the breaks. He reaches out and grabs turns his gun pointing it at Jong-dae. In turn Jong-dae smiled at him, knowing he actually wouldn’t shoot him.
“What did I say?”
“I got her out, we were just about to get out when you came in.”
“Jongin, please Jong-dae wasn’t at fault, I left the club because I got angry, I just wanted some time to myself.” You reasoned as Jongin put the gun down beside him.
“When we get back to the compound, you’re being locked in your room.” Your jaw dropped as Jong-dae laughed at you as you hit him. “Your being barred from seeing her until I say otherwise.” Jong-dae’s smile dropped as he gripped your hand.
“You can’t do that.”
“Higher on the chain then you.” he mumbled as Jong-dae pulled you closer wrapping his arm around you. “Not going to change my mind….Not at all.” He mumbled as Jong-dae kissed your head.
Going off on a tinfoil idea and assuming that EMP is real (real believer in it), we go back to the scene of Sherlock getting shot by Mary. We had left John downstairs, but what if John is not the victim as we see portrayed in season 4, as we’d assumed, what if he actually makes it to save Sherlock and shoots Mary from behind. I mean he did say “today we are soldiers” it would totally ft the scenario! Mary holding 2 people against gun point and one being a dear *cough* friend of his. But he nearly gets there with only seconds late causing the whole Sherlock in Mind Palace to go into effect. Now we’d have Mary gone, Sherlock in recovering, and CAM at the scene. Also, what if John is the one in “prison” (like Euros), since he would also needed an alibi!