even though they disappear

So, there’s this relatively new member of our team who’s a gossip fanatic, she’s always around chatting everyone up and then reporting the juicest news and hot details she’s given, which is a demeanour our main client is pretty bothered by, therefore she always makes sure to shut up and behave around them.

Two coworkers of mine, me, the Big Boss and our client were arranging and planning a few things, when she burst into the room, not noticing the BB and the Client, who were at that moment having coffe behind the door and she went “ooooh, you know what they say about Louis Tomlinson not actually being the father of his child? Looks like it’s true after all, even though it’s been ages!”

We didn’t have time to gesture to her, that my client appeared from behind the door all frowny and straight faced “yeah, the same ages it took you to dig this oh-so-shocking information up, with that quick, sharp rate of yours you’ll have to start working on the next campaign tomorrow morning if I want it out before 2036″.

So here is a full analysis of the “Shiro Clone theory”

 So here we have Shiro on some sort of operating table on a Galra ship. This looks a lot like a table that any artificial creation or CLONE is created on) Also, let’s not forget his hair. Shiro hasn’t been gone too long. It’s not likely his hair could’ve grown this much.

Look at the way he is having trouble walking and then falls. It’s like how someone who has never walked before would walk. They’re not used to their legs yet. 

Shiro then sees Ulaz. But Ulaz is dead. So this must be a memory. Why would a memory of Ulaz be popping into Shiro’s mind at this moment?

It’s because “Shiro” got injected with the real Shiro’s memories, as seen here:

Flashback to this from season 2:

This would also explain why “Shiro” is having a weird headache. His head was injected with memories, which would put a lot of strain on one’s mind.

He also reacts to light and sound like someone who has never seen or heard anything before. Yes, he could’ve just been asleep; however, someone who has just been “asleep” wouldn’t react in such an extreme way like Shiro did.

Here’s where Shiro sees himself on a different operation table. This confused me at first. At first I thought it was a flashback, but once I watched it again, I realized that there was no way that this was a flashback. It was not set up like one. You can tell this is what Shiro really sees because of his shocked expression and gasp when he sees himself on the table.

Look at how deadpan Shiro’s eyes are. He’s unconscious. He also has the same haircut that he did before he disappeared. The two Shiro’s look completely different, even though not much time has passed.

Look at this. It looks as if they’re PRESERVING the REAL Shiro’s body.

Also, look at what one of the Galras says. This is part of a PLAN

They’re letting “Shiro” escape.

Which according to this commander, is all part of the plan. It seems as if they have planned a fake Shiro to go back to Voltron for some sort of plan. Maybe to get information, or to sabotage Voltron’s plans. 

“Shiro” then lands on an ice planet and is rescued by these rebel fighters. “Shiro” tells them his name and explains that he is part of Voltron.

These are REBEL FIGHTERS. It’s impossible that they don’t know who Voltron is. They also have probably heard of or even seen Shiro. But for SOME REASON, they don’t believe him.

After Keith finds “Shiro”, he has a conversation with him in his room and tells him this:

However, “Shiro’s” reply is “Yeah, I’ll try.” I’ll TRY. That is not like Shiro at all. Yes, he’s hurt, but we all know he wouldn’t hesitate to see the rest of the team, especially in this scenario where he has been gone and the team had no idea what happened to him and were extremely worried. This response is also very uncaring sounding, which is again, not like Shiro, who cares a lot about his team.

And what the heck is THIS? And I’m not just talking about the haircut and pose. What he says sounds very robotic in a way. This is not what Shiro would say after disappearing and then finally seeing his team, his FAMILY, again. There’s no love. We all know he would be very emotional and possibly even console them. But what he says is cheerful, as if he had never been gone. And it sounds extremely planned or PROGRAMMED. 

And last,  but possibly one of the biggest hints that this is a clone of Shiro, is what happens when Shiro tries to pilot the black lion.

It doesn’t respond to him. Yes, Keith has been the black lion recently and bonded with it, but like I said, it hasn’t been that long. Plus, Shiro was the black paladin before Keith and had a stronger bond with her. There’s no way that she wouldn’t let Shiro pilot her. That’s HIS lion. Unless…that’s not Shiro…

And that is all of the proof that I caught for this theory that I, and so many others are believing. I just hope that they realize it’s not really Shiro soon…


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Yoongi had been your brother’s supplier for years, you were familiar with his name and reputation but never cared enough to meet the man who was indirectly tearing your family apart. That was until your brother got himself into trouble, real trouble, and you found yourself on Yoongi’s doorstep with a very tempting offer. If he cleared your brother’s debts he would get the one thing he never even knew he wanted.


warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!yoongi + sub!reader, spanking, substance abuse, physical violence, family issues, threatened non-con & strong language

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

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Why the Disney guys are great

ERIC: He loves his dog. He plays the flute really well and that’s hard to do. Really gentle and sweet. When he found Ariel on the beach he took her home and took care of her. Great smile. Is a chill guy but will also not hesitate to stab and kill an evil sea witch with his boat.

PHILIP: Hears a pretty sound and follows it. Great singing voice. Never realizes that the girl he fell in love with is the princess he’s supposed to marry. Falls so in love that the first thing he does is go to his father and tell him. Has that goofy little hat with a feather. Fought a motherfucking dragon on a cliff.

NAVEEN: Immediately takes off his royal suit into a civilians outfit and disappears playing ukulele. Even though he’s turned into a frog he’s still oozing confidence. Can only mince food, doesn’t know how to do anything else. Made a ring out of scrap even though they’re frogs. Is willing to give everything up as long as Tiana gets her restaurant. Has that nice curl that falls onto his forehead. Unplaceable yet charming accent.

HERCULES: His strength too big for his goddamn body. Goes from zero to a hundred real quick. Even though he can deck a monster in a minute flat he has no idea how to talk to girls. Socially awkward. Good with kids. Can do a push-up on one finger. When told to use his head he took it literally. Punched his uncle, the god of the underworld, in the face.

FLYNN RIDER: Sarcasm galore. The Smolder. Drop dead gorgeous looks. Doesn’t mind that he’s on a wanted poster but does mind that they can’t get his nose right. Is the only one who sees it’s weird to randomly start singing. Can’t fight for shit, barley manages to make do with a frying pan. Has the most ridiculous birth name in Disney history. Got stabbed in the gut but cut Rapunzel’s hair to save her, not at all caring about himself. First words after not dying aren’t “I love you” but “I have a thing for brunettes” because of corse they are.

ADAM: Swooshes his cape around in the shadows like some kind of wannabe batman. Is extra as fuck. Still acts like a child sometimes. Has had no social interaction for years but is trying his best. Gets easily confused. Doesn’t know what to do when he realizes he has feelings for people. Is too shy to tell Belle he loves her. Feels bad the second after he scares Belle away. Would literally rather die then live without the girl he loves. Has the most extra transformation back into a human while everyone else doesn’t.

MAUI: Gets scared easily. Amazing hair. That little face he makes when he can’t use his hook right. Was building a statue of himself in his cave like a dork. Magic tattoos. Can’t fish to save his life. Gave humans fire and wind and coconuts. That smirk he does, you know the one. Great sense of humor. Did everything he could think of to make humans happy so they would like him. Was a total puppy when he got his hook back and fixed.

FERDINAND: So fucking sweet and gentle. Has a name that tells us he doesn’t even need Snow White for animals to follow him around. Sings to Snow White when she’s on her balcony like a modern day Romeo. Knows when Snow White went missing because he kept visiting and goes to look for her right away. Is literally heartbroken when he finds her, thinking she’s dead and is overjoyed when she wakes up. A good boy, a soft boy. Literally has done zero things wrong in his entire life.

ALADDIN: Tricked the genie right off the bat. Jumped right in to help Jasmine with the guards. Steals food but ends up giving it to orphan children living in the street. Is the most selfless person in Agrabah. Quick thinker and can outsmart anyone. Is one of the only Disney princes who actually know how to sword fight. Has matching hats with his pet monkey.

LI SHANG: Sexuality crisis. “You fight good”. Turns a bunch of losers into warriors. Rarely ever wears a shirt for some reason. Tries out his new title of captain alone in his tent all exited like a little kid. Doesn’t give up, not once, on anything. Would literally die for Mulan. Fine as hell.

CHARMING: Gets bored at his own ball. Is a hopeless romantic. Doesn’t care for people who gush over him because he’s the prince, and in fact took interest in Cinderella because she was the only one not doing that. Jumped out a window for Cinderella. Is a super supportive husband. Went door to door looking for Cinderella, determined to find her no matter what. Good dancer.

FELIX: Doesn’t know how to be mean. Considers totally harmless words bad language. Ridiculously short. That video game sound when he jumps. Thinks that by saying Ralph’s catchphrase it will give him Ralph’s power to wreck stuff as well. Can speak qbertese. Dripping with southern farm boy charm. Is a shit dancer but that’s what makes it fun to watch. After accidentally triggering Calhoun he respects her making him leave and never uses the phrase again. Pulls Vanellope back from danger on the rainbow bridge and then makes sure she stays behind him. “Do you think they’ll stop there?” “YES!”

(( If I missed any that you want to see, just let me know & I’ll make a part 2! ))


Roy/Ed AU where everyone is colourblind until they make physical contact with their soulmate

I’m slightly bitter and going to make a slightly bitter post: anybody who wants to come specifically onto my blog/posts and tell me why Keith/Lance/Allura should be Black Paladin needs to first explain to me in detail:

  • Why Shiro is a bad Black Paladin that needs to be replaced in the first place (and no, “he’s somehow totally never going to come back even though him disappearing under mysterious circumstances is the cheapest and most anticlimatic way to kill off a main character and all these other dang reasons they wouldn’t” is not an answer)

  • Why bolstering your fave is important enough that you want a traumatized guy to get the message that he was right, he really isn’t worthy of leading, Sendak was right saying he’s unworthy of being a paladin, and that the people he cares about don’t need him

  • Why bolstering your fave is more important than the Black Lion, as a traumatized entity, being able to connect and relate to another party who has experiences the closest to her trauma

cause like. everything about the other paladins aside I see so many theories of Black Paladin whoever and I understand if it’s just a temp thing until they find Shiro but people act like it’s a permanent arrangement, golly, who possibly could be worthy of the Black Lion

and it’s like- what is Shiro? Chopped liver?

Music Man

Bucky x Reader

Surprise, surprise! You open your big mouth to Tony Stark, and it gets around about your crush on a certain metal armed soldier. What happens when he finds out about it, and what will he do to get your attention?


Word Count: ~2200

A/N: Holy shit a writing?! YES. For @avengerofyourheart ‘s birthday! Happy birthday love, I’m sorry it’s late but I hope you love it nonetheless!!

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   You sat in the kitchen, idly spinning your spoon with your finger in your coffee cup; your eyes focused on something else besides your breakfast in front of you. It was while he wasn’t looking (as always), but you just simply couldn’t help yourself.

   Bucky Barnes, in general, was a gorgeous man. Taunt muscle just teasing outlines underneath a tight t-shirt, a new black vibranium arm that had your mind wandering on how he would know how to use the damn thing; his hair pulled back in a bun to keep it off his neck from his run with Steve. Those eyes? Ugh, the blue killed you every time, making you weak in the knees. Of course, as soon as the man turned around from what he was doing, you’d quickly look down at your food like it was the most interesting thing in the world; only praying he hadn’t caught you ogling his assets.

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Even though he experienced suffering that would break anyone’s spirit, he couldn’t disappear. That is why he gave birth, in order to overcome the endless suffering… to countless versions of himself. And by the time the prison itself rotted away, they began to act… To bestow countless deaths upon people.

Always and forever [c.m x reader]

Connor Murphy x Reader

warnings: anxious reader, big ol’ fight with Con, weed use on his part.

word count: 7,335

requested? kinda lmao


hope you enjoy it, 

it doesn’t really sound like Connor in the beginning but let a girl dream about a soft Murphy boy for a little while! Anyways I needed to vent a little bit so if the negative stuff gets too real ™ I’m sorry! HOLY BDHSUBJHJN this took a long time! idk if this is OOC but i tried my best to make it feel convincing. Now I’m going to sleep for a week lmao.

xoxo, cass

Monday 8:45 am

School wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but you felt so strange for some unknown reason. Not really strange but more of a feeling of displacement. You knew it wasn’t going to be a good week, you hadn’t even questioned it, you just knew. 

You were zoning out and trying to be as small as possible in this massive black hole of papers and stressed out kids with hormones out of the roof.

Connor came up to you and gently tapped your shoulder, shaking you out of your own head. You turned around and softly nodded at him as if to say ’hi, I don’t feel like talking’. 

He nodded and slowly interlocked your fingers with his. 

“You know you can talk to me?” He said quietly into your hair. 

You nodded and sighed leaning onto his shoulder and closing your eyes.

“Always and forever.” You mumbled tiredly as he looked back down at you. 

 He was surprisingly gentle with you when you were like this. Usually, he would say something funny or stupid to cheer you up a little when you needed it or playfully say something like ’stop being a pussy’.

You would hit him in the shoulder but you would feel better because he’s such an idiot but he tries his best and you love him. 

“Always and forever.” He confirmed and continued to walk, matching his pace to your slower one. 

You must just be tired, or maybe someone got on your nerves. You were okay, you had to be. You always were. You were his rock. Every time something bad happened you were right there, even if he didn’t talk about it. It was like you could sense it and you probably could. He tried his best to sense when something was wrong and was usually successful… that is, unless he’s too busy with his own problems he doesn’t pay as much attention to you. 

“Okay, since you don’t want to talk here like a fucking weirdo,” he said, going back to a humorous tone and gaining back his masculinity by erasing any signs of him being vulnerable. 

“How about the park on Wednesday? At like 6 because my parents are weird and won’t let me leave till Wednesdays for ‘academic’ reasons and it sucks but whatever.” He looked at you while he said it, making sure he wasn’t being too inconsiderate of how deeply you were being affected by whatever was causing oh trouble. 

“Yeah.” You said softly, shifting your head slightly on his shoulder and looking up at him. 

“Yeah, I would like that very much, Con. Thank you.” You said slightly louder, to show him that you really did want to see him later and that he shouldn’t start worrying you don’t like him anymore like he usually does. 

There you guys were, just like when you were kids; walking side by side holding hands and enjoying the others company while you walked to class. 

It was the moments like this that reminded you how much you trusted Connor, and you couldn’t be happier with him by your side. 

All was well. No, not well, but manageable. manageable at least until Wednesday night.

Tuesday wasn’t very busy. School was normal and so was home. The feeling still lingered, of course, but you tried to push it down further until tomorrow night when you could talk to Connor about it. Only he would really understand what you’re going through and you knew he would never tell a soul. 

He was also seeming to get worse and you could tell he was trying to hide it. You didn’t know if it was out of consideration for you, or that he didn’t want to deal with it himself. You knew it wasn’t selfish of you for asking him to talk with you tomorrow But you felt guilty regardless. He had always had problems more frequently and he had his fathers temper. He needed to talk more than you did.

Sighing and pushing your hair from your face, you sent him a quick text to see if you were still on for tomorrow. Then maybe, you could talk about him as well.

To: Con

Still on 4 tom. night?

From: Con


To: Con

Ok, goodnight. I love you

From: Con

love you too babe

Your heart swelled a bit at the four tiny black words on your phone screen. You couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow morning.

Wednesday 6:00 am

You adjusted your backpack on your shoulder and stepped out into the cold morning air. You took a deep breath and relished in the sting your lungs felt when the new temperature of air hit them.

You met him at his house, as per usual, but paused before knocking when you heard something. you listened closer and recognized the voices to be Zoe and Connor.

“Shut up, Connor! I’m tired of waking up to the stench of weed every other morning! Would it kill you to open a fucking window?”

“Maybe if you didn’t drive me insane with all your friends over constantly giggling i wouldn’t want to get high! Honestly, you had to ruin my morning so that mommy and daddy will blame me and you’ll still be the fucking favorite, okay? Now move, I need to give Y/N a ride.”

“Connor! Why can’t you ju-”

“Just stop, Zoe.”

You rang the doorbell in panic when you heard loud footsteps come closer. You were greeted with a disheveled Connor with messy hair covering his cheeks and framing his sharp face. He grabbed your arm and dragged you to the car, still huffing and obviously trying to calm himself down. Once you were both in the car and heading down the street, you spoke up.

“I love you. Please, if you need to calm down, let me drive.” you talked gently and leaned closer to his ear so he could hear you clearly.

He tensed before slowly relaxing and reaching to hold your hand, squeezing it tightly and relaxing again. He didn’t have to say anything. Knowing someone for 12 years, you know what they mean by certain gestures. This one meant three things depending on the situation.

1.) I love you

2.) thank you

3.) if I could, I would kiss the hell out of you right now.

You knew he meant all three.

He was angry at lunch. Probably because he had just gotten out of the one class he had with Zoe. You could only imagine that their fight from this morning had continued. You reached for his hand but he pulled away and bounced his legs furiously under the table.

When he saw the hurt look on your face his stern exterior softened. Did he not like you anymore? Did he not want to be touched? Was he okay?

“ Shit, sorry I just… fucking Zoe is always on my ass lately and I don’t know how much more I can take.” He scoffed as he ran his hand through his messy curls.

“It’s okay, babe. How about we talk about it tonight? at the park, remember?” you suggested.

You knew Connor wouldn’t talk about his feelings unless you suggested it. Then he would eventually open up about what had been bothering him that week. It was your own little system, but it worked.

“Yeah… we’ll see. Listen, i gotta go before Evan pisses himself because I didn’t show up to help with his chemistry homework.” He grumbled, his eyes looking towards the doors as if he was planning an escape.

“uh, okay. Later Con.” you smiled and shooed him off.

“Later.” He said, but not before lazily kissing your cheek.

You watched as he stalked away, hoping he was okay. Hoping that you would be okay until tonight because, let’s face it, who wants to talk about their problems after hearing the fight he had with Zoe? You just wanted to both be happy at  the same time, was that too much to ask?

You hoped he didn’t notice the fact that you were almost on the brink of tears, just by him pulling away. Something so small almost set you off… Wednesday night couldn’t come soon enough.

Wednesday night: 6:10 pm

He wasn’t here. He wasn’t where he said he would meet you 10 minutes ago. All you wanted was a nice little date in the park. You knew he was going through some stuff lately but you really needed this. You did your best to seem fine for his sake after you heard the fight but you could only handle so much.

Usually, it was you planning out little dates for him whenever his family got on his case or the assholes at school got into his head.

 Key word: usually. 

You had bad days too. Everyone did, but usually your bad day would be like a broken dam. It would break and begin flooding out a hundred bad days emotions that were pent up. You could deal with a normal persons’ bad days, but your classification of a ‘bad day’ was your own personal Armageddon. 

Connor knew. He knew how your emotions would be put in a special file in your brain labeled ‘unimportant’. Like every file cabinet, however, when it got full you would have to clear it out. 

He also knew that when this happened there was almost nothing he could do but stick it out with you and try to get your mind off of it. That’s why your tradition of small 'get-your-mind-off-your-feelings’ dates started. You both would rather be distracted with each other outside opposed to staying confined in your bedrooms waiting for the other to climb through the window to the rescue. 

 You checked the time on your phone and walked over to the bench across from the park. 


You were sadly used to this. He was probably at home reading or getting high in the quiet of his bathroom, forgetting about you even though he planned the times for your date. You wished you just disappear. 

He was 20 minutes late now and you were alone on a bench at a kids park at 6 in the afternoon. You were going to give him 5 more minutes and then head back to your house to quietly mourn your sudden and complete loneliness and disassociate yourself from the world around you for a while by, hopefully, sleeping. But then again, you didn’t get much sleep on a good night so… you really didn’t know what to do after you left. 

 3 minutes. 

You were angry now. This was one of the few times you really needed to talk to him, to let him hold you and let your emotions run free while you felt safe. You had basically broken down in tears two mornings ago when you told him about the oncoming flood of anxiety and negative emotions. 

You shouldn’t be mad, really he probably just forgot and you were used to being forgotten. No one deserves to be forgotten, though! Did you have a right to be mad? 

1 minute. 

You were mad and you were sad and you were lonely. Your mind swirled a mile a minute with all the worst case scenarios of why he wasn’t here. Maybe he was sleeping or maybe he was high as a kite in his bathroom, completely unaware of you and your ever-present breakdown. 

He probably forgot about you. Or he just doesn’t care about you anymore. He probably saw you how you saw yourself and got out while he could. 

Well fuck. Thanks brain! 


Getting up from the bench and straightening out your shirt, you began to speed walk back you’re tiny neighborhood. You weren’t going to cry. Your stomach was sinking and you wanted to pop the balloon of dread that was inflating in your lungs. 

You walked slower when you reached Connors house, just a few houses down from yours. Smoke seeping almost invisibly through his bathroom window, slowly descending in tiny clouds before the wind blew them away. 

Of course, he was fucking getting stoned right now. Instead of the balloon being popped in your lungs, it seemed to swell while you looked up at his window. You shook your head to yourself slowly and quickened your pace as you watched the swirls of smoke above you.

You rushed back to your house. You entered, trying desperately not to drop your key from your shaky hands. Once you were in, you read the small note your sister had left you on the counter. Your sister always wrote in swirly cursive, like her job was making ordinary things pretty. 

Parents are gone for the weekend on a buisness trip. I’m out for dinner with a friend and crashing there so I’ll be home tomorrow morning.

 Great. House to yourself. 

Usually, you would text Connor to keep you company but seeing as he was preoccupied, you texted your best friend Alana instead.

To: Alana B.

 house to ourselves tonight I’m down for a movie hbu 

From: Alana B.

Lucky you I just finished my homework! I’ll bring snacks? Also I have to be home by 10:00. 

To: Alana B.

 Sounds like a plan, Stan 

From: Alana B.

 It’s Alana….? 

To: Alana B.


 Alana it’s a phrase. 

Just hurry up and get over here.

As you threw on some sweatpants and plugged your phone to charge, you heard the doorbell followed by Alana’s signature ’Tap tap taptap tap’ knock. 

You opened the door and welcomed her in, helping her carry the blanket and microwave popcorn she had brought into the living room. 

After you set everything down she pulled you into a bone crushing hug. When she pulled away she readjusted her glasses and smiled. 

 "Okay, so what’s wrong?“ 


 "I’m in a profiling class for crime and justice, I know when something is wrong especially with my best friend.” She said maintaining eye contact.

“How do you…?” you began, clearly confused.

“Your fidgeting with your hands like you do when you’re anxious. Your hair is kinda messy, no offense, but it seems like you’ve been running your hand through it. Not to mention when I was driving by Connors house I could see smoke from his window… and didn’t you have a date tonight?” She dusted nothing off of her hands on her pants and placed them on her hips.

“So. whats wrong?” She interrogated you.


 you sighed, you could never hide anything from her. 

“Connor planned a little date like we usually do when one of us has a bad day and he didn’t show up. I sat at the park for half an hour waiting just to walk home and find smoke coming out of his bathroom window.”

She gave you an understanding look and held her posture as she motioned for you to continue. 

“I want to be mad. You know? Like this is the one time I needed a break and he even planned it! But he just forgets and gets high? It’s like he doesn’t care, and let’s face it why would he?“ You laughed at the end as if to pretend you were joking and looked sheepishly down at your socks. 

"I’m sorry you had a bad day but Y/n, and you have every right to be mad at him. And if he doesn’t see how freaking amazing you are then he can eat a brick for heck’s sake.” She said as she gripped your upper arms and looked at your slightly cloudy eyes. That was the worst language she’s ever said to you.

You softened and smiled at her, she always knew how to make you feel better. She looked up at you apologetically and motioned towards the couch as she picked up the movie. 

She knew your limits. She wouldn’t push you to talk about the things you didn’t want to, especially since she knew she couldn’t understand it herself. That’s why she was so relieved when you started dating Connor! You seemed happier with him, but these moments made her want to smash a history textbook over his head.

Wednesday 10:00 pm

10:00 came much too soon. She said goodbye as you set her blankets into her small blue Jeep. You waved as she backed up out of your driveway. You were so lucky she was so understanding. But now you were alone again. 

You hugged your arms around yourself and turned back around to your door. It was late and you should probably try and sleep, maybe just for a little while. Try to forget about this whole thing for a few minutes. 

 Staring at your dark room only lit by the street lamps and moon through your window only one thought was repeating through your skull: Anger. 

You’ve never truly been angry for a while, and maybe it was just everything coming back at once, but you were livid. 

“You have every right to be mad at him.” Alana had said.

 Maybe she was right, I mean, he did forget about you and got stoned instead. Yeah, he forgot you!

 You got even more livid when you saw his house across from yours through your window. Great. 

 Now you were pacing across your room deep in thought. Pacing had always been your nervous habit, you only did it when you were angry or confused. Now you were both. You couldn’t believe he’d do this to you. 

Letting your mind wander, it chose the memory of you and Connors first date. 

 “So… what are ya thinking about?” You asked him slowly swinging your newly-entwined hands. 

 His hands were so cold, against the contrast of the warm hoodies you were both in, he could’ve been mistaken as touching an icicle. Then there was his hair, dark and blowing softly behind his ears and behind him. You watched his eyebrows scrunch together as he processed your question, and quickly turned away when he noticed you’re staring. 

 "I don’t really know, I mean I’m not very good at anything. Especially thinking, so I guess I’m just thinking about… well, I don’t know. Fucking whatever I think about.“ He looked sad. 

Well, maybe not sad but disappointed. But at who? Himself? The world? You couldn’t tell. You knew about his rough exterior and why it’s there’s in the first place. He opened up that to you years ago when you first met in the park. 

"Well, maybe I can help you with that. Or maybe I can just help by being there for you, like always. But if this is going to last, and believe me I want it to, then we gotta stick together, ya know? You gotta come to me with these things." 

The soft grin on your face was infectious and as much as he tried he could resist the small smile creeping into his features. He slung his arm around you and sighed. 

 "Always?” You linked your pinky with his and looked at him. 

 "And forever.“ You replied and leaned your head onto his shoulder.

"Always and forever my ass, Murphy. Asshole.” You mumbled as you blinked away the fond memories. 

You were staring at the moon, you realized as you blinked away the green blotches under your eyelids from staring too long. 

You were always drawn to the moon. Maybe it was because you wondered if the moon could hear your thoughts, and if so, if it understood you. You were both trapped in the dark, with only the stars to comfort you both. You sat down at your desk in front of the window, dimly turning on your lamp. 

“Always and forever seems to be shorter to you than me, huh Murphy?” You scowled under your breath. 

Another memory came to you as you continued to stare.

 It wasn’t a rare sight, two 2nd graders walking around a park. The only rare thing about it was that the two kids pinkies were locked together in between them while they were walking, gently swinging them in sync with their steps.

 Connor looked slightly down at you, he was taller but only by an inch or two. You were looking up towards the big trees with orange and red leaves, as if wondering ‘how did they change like that?’ 

He could tell by your face, a mixture of awe and confusion that you were infatuated with them. He smiled and you met his eyes.

“Watcha looking at Connor?” You said through your goofy smile, missing a few teeth, but perfect nonetheless. 

 "I’m looking at you looking at the big twees.“ He said simply, turning his head back towards the the swing set in the distance. 


 "Huh.” He replied smugly, as if he was beating you in an imaginary game of copycat. 



 "Y/N is the coolest kid ever." 

"Y/N is the UN-coolest kid ever.” He shot back. 

 "Hey! Meanie.“ You pouted. 

 "I win!” He shouted, pumping a small fist into the air in triumph. 

 "Beat this! I love you.“ You said raising your tone. 

You were as stubborn as you were small. 

 "Well, I love you too you nerd.” He said sticking his tongue out at you.

He hoped his blush wasn’t too evident, even if he was only 8, he knew that love was an important thing. At least, that’s what his momma and daddy said when he asked them about it. 

“Fine. You win, big deal.” You muttered in defeat, looking down at your shoes while pouting. 

 You never thought he would actually say that to a girl! Didn’t girls have cooties just like boys do? 

 "Hey, what’s wrong?“ 

 "Nothing.” You huffed as you sat down on a swing, dragging your feet across the gravel. 

 "Hey, promise me something will ya? Like pinky promise.“ 

 "Ok. I promise” you said looking up toward his lanky frame beside you.

“Promise we’ll be friends for a long time. Like always.” He said softly. 

 "Like forever?“ You questioned. 

 "Always and forever.” He whispered while nodding his head. 

 "Always and forever.“ You whispered back.

The moon was luminating your face under the soft yellow glow of your lamp. Those were the golden days, free of pain, anger, and destruction.


You looked down confusedly at your desk. Eyes focusing onto a tiny drop of water next to your laptop. Oh. You thought as you brought a hand up towards your cheek. It was wet, you must’ve been crying, not to your surprise. It had to come out sooner or later. You were about to let the waterworks flow when you heard a slight 'tink’ on the glass in front of you. what the hell?

A flash of gray and another 'tink’ hit your window, startling you out of your moping. 

You walked towards your window to see, speak of the devil, Connor Murphy standing under your bedroom window with a handful of pebbles. You crossed your arms and tried to convey no emotion on your paler-than-usual, blotchy face. He gave a slight wave and motioned for you to come down. 

You shook your head no and turned away from your window. Strange. He thought, I guess I’ll have to go to her.

He scaled your house for the usual bricks he could climb onto to get to your room. Once balanced with his feet on a ledge and his hands gripping your windowsill, he knocked again. 

 You turned to see him and rolled your eyes. You flicked your eyes towards the bottom of your window, challenging him to push it open if he wanted to talk to you so badly. He gave you an exasperated look but slowly pried your window open. You sat in your bed and watched him struggle into your room, falling in with a quiet 'thump’. Once he scrambled back to his feet he turned and closed your window before turning towards you.

 "What the fuck? What was that for?” He whisper-yelled at you, motioning his arms so as if to say 'explain?' 

“Why are you here, Murphy?” You deadpanned, motioning towards his disgruntled figure.

One part of you wanted to slap him for breaking your promise, the other half want to breakdown and let him hold you. 

“What do you mean? I always come here when my parents get in my case! Am I not welcome anymore or something?”

He raised his voice slightly, seemingly unbothered that your parents could’ve been in the house. 

They weren’t, obviously, so you didn’t try to shush him, but that wasn’t the point.

“My parents aren’t home, and neither is my sister. Yell all you want!” You smiled sweetly toward him, sarcasm dripping from your voice while trying desperately to keep up an I’m-totally-okay facade.

Key word trying. 

You were failing desperately and you already had a rogue tear slowly falling down your cheek.

Connor was confused and that made him angry. What kind of game were you trying to play with him right now? What kind of sick practical joke were you trying to play, making him think you were mad at him? He was on the brink of blowing up at you when you spoke up again.

 "Answer the question. Why. Are. you. Here?“ You hissed. 

 All the anger you had been previously holding in was seeping out into your brain and through your eyes. Connor froze, he’s never seen your eyes so cold before. He opened his mouth and closed it again. He didn’t know what to say so he just went with whatever came to him first. 

 "My fucking parents? Y/N what the hell is wrong with you right now?”

 "What’s fucking wrong with me?“ You whispered, your stare pierced his soul. 

"You want to know what’s wrong with me tonight Connor? How about you think for a minute on why I could 'possibly’ be mad right now.” You spat, voice raising with every word. 

 If you weren’t mad before, you definitely were now. Every emotion you had held in and every thought you had kept to yourself tonight was rushing back to you like a lightning bolt.

"What the fu-“ his eyes widened and he immediately softened his defensive stance.


You nodded at him, tears welling in your eyes as you watched him realize what he’d done.

"Yeah. Thanks for leaving me to sit at a park bench for thirty minutes alone! It’s not like you 'planned’ the date or anything!” You stood up and raised your voice, tears flowing full steam now from your cold stare.

“It’s not like I want to breakdown and scream and tell you how I can’t fucking feel anything anymore! But no.” You stuck your finger in his chest, poking him harshly backwards as you said 'no’ dramatically. 

“You chose to get stoned in your bathroom instead of remembering how your girlfriend is also having trouble. You forgot how your best friend since second grade needed you!” You became eerily calm despite the tears flowing down your cheeks. 

Connor knew he fucked up, but he got angrier at you every second you spent yelling at him. 

"Well- well maybe if you just considered that I’ve been fucking depressed as shit lately you wouldn’t be so mad about a tiny missed date! Honestly, you make it sound like I killed someone!“ He said, getting immediately defensive. 

"Connor, that doesn’t make you any less guilty for wh-”

"Maybe if you weren’t so fucking dramatic all the time I wouldn’t have to worry about remembering the fucking dates! Stop being so desperate for attention, Y/N! It’s not my fault you’re clinging to me constantly!“ He yelled into your face, cutting you off with his raised tone. 

 The smell of mint and marijuana being huffed onto you as the words slowly sank in. Your problems didn’t matter to him. You didn’t matter to him anymore. He is just tolerating you for a place to go when his parents annoy him.

 He watched as your face slowly broke down with each insult he threw at you. The tough demeanor you previously had melting away and revealing a broken girl who was having all her worst fears confirmed. 

 "Get the fuck out of my house Connor." 

You whispered. You crossed your arms back around your body trying to hide yourself and vulnerability from him. You shrank away, slowly taking a step back from him.

 "As if I’d want to stay here anyways!” He huffed. 

 "Fuck you, Connor! Always and forever? How could I be so blind that someone could tolerate me for so long!“ You laughed as you finished your sentence, which was interrupted by sniffles and hurriedly wiping tears from your cheeks.

 His face immediately softened when you mentioned your oaths to each other from what seemed like an eternity ago. 

 "Fuck you too!” He yelled back.

 He was just now realizing what he had done and what he had said to you. He didn’t mean it! He wanted to scream at you that he didn’t mean anything he had said but you were already shoving him towards your window. 

After you ensured he had a good grip, you slammed your window shut window behind him. You turned off your light and sat on your bed. For once tonight, you didn’t have any tears to cry out. Now you were completely numb to every emotion you had previously felt. 

 You didn’t know which was worse. 

 Meanwhile Connor was in his room as well, in the same position in his bed. His head was spinning and he wanted to punch something. He wished he didn’t smoke the rest of his tiny weed stash a few hours ago, now he had to face his feelings head on. Only this time, he couldn’t sleep it away with you cuddled towards him to relax. He didn’t have sweet kisses on his cheek to help him fall asleep. This time, he was utterly powerless to his mind. This time, he truly fucked up. 

You woke up the next morning with a sore throat, puffy eyes and a blotchy face. You were confused, at first, while looking at your disheveled features until everything that had happened yesterday slowly replayed in your head.

“It’s not my fault you’re clinging to me constantly!”

 "Maybe if you weren’t so fucking dramatic…“ 

 Oh yeah. That happened.

You ran your hand down your face and groaned at the mess of mascara under your eyes, making it seem as though your dark circles were even worse. You looked around your desk and grabbed your hair brush next to your charging phone.

There was no way in hell you were going to check that right now.

You began to brush your hair and tried your best to look normal given the circumstances. You even tried to put on makeup after you took a shower and washed your face. You slipped on some jeans and your favorite gray hoodie paired with your white converse.

Normal. Good job Y/N! Now people won’t pay attention to you any more than they usually do!

Maybe it was because it was 5:30 in the morning, or maybe it was because you had gotten into a huge fight with Connor. Your boyfriend. Your best friend. You couldn’t shake the feeling you were forgetting something, even though last night kept replaying in your head in perfectly painful detail… And then it hit you.

Connor was your ride to school.
Connor was your ride back home.
Oh, come on. Give me a break.

You would have to take your families own small gray car which is surprisingly still working despite it being 15 years old.

You walked back towards your desk and slung your backpack around your shoulder as you looked for your keys. You slipped the lanyard around your neck after double checking you had the right key and unplugged your phone. the screen lit up but there was nothing there.


What did you expect? Even if Connor was sorry, he’d never admit it so soon  if at all.

Thursday 6:00 am

With your fingers crossed that the beat up car won’t break down, you drove to hell   school.

Maybe Connor won’t show up. Maybe you won’t have to deal with it. Maybe he’ll apologize. Maybe he hates you because you’re “clingy and dramatic.”

Whatever the case, you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach of fear and anxiety as you parked in the schools parking lot. If not for your dread of failure you might’ve skipped today, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. you opened the door and tried your best to calm yourself down. you counted as you fiddled with your fingers.

one - calm down

two - there is no point in worrying

three - just find Alana and Evan

four - focus on school not on last night

“Hey Y/N!” Alana chirped when she saw you walk past the cafeteria, Evan right behind her.

Evan gave a small wave before looking back down and biting his nails while he paid attention to whatever Alana was saying. You smiled back and made your way towards them.

“Just don’t mention Connor today, okay? She was mad at him last nigh- How are you Y/N/N?” you heard Alana and rolled your eyes.

 Bless her soul, but she was terrible at pretending things didn’t happen, you let it slide. You gave an apologetic look to Evan and turned your attention back towards Alana, trying to think of a response you didn’t think you had.

“I’m fine. and you?” You did your best to sound convincing, not that your facial expression was helping much.

“Oh, I was just telling Evan how my homeroom teacher approved of the extra-curricular double course I requested to take. This should look great on my college applications, right? Wait, and then maybe I can convince him to write a letter of recommendation!” She almost squealed in joy, talking with her hands (like always) she almost hit poor Evan.

“Nice!” you tried your best to fake the expression of excitement, but your eyes must not have been as convincing as your tone.

“uh, Y/N, are you, uh well, are you okay?” Evan asked hesitantly, not wanting to offend you. when you didn’t respond immediately, he started to panic.

“You don’t have to answer! I mean obviously I would never pressure you because that’s super uncool and you’re like my best friend but you just seem kinda off today and-” Evan trailed off.

His mind was like a snowball rolling down a cliff, slowly building up and getting bigger until someone stops it. That someone was you as you swiftly cut off his anxious rambling.

“Ev, I’ll live! But thanks for worrying.” You said as you gently touched his shoulder to catch his attention.

You gave him a small smile and he just sighed in response and let it go. Alana however, was wickedly confused and upset with herself that she hadn’t noticed anything wrong with you as quickly as Evan did.

“Did you talk to him?” She muttered quietly and sent a nervous sideways glance towards Evan before flicking her eyes back towards you.

“I… I don’t know if I can re-live that to be completely honest with you guys.” You said as you focused intently on your shoelaces, not wanting to see their faces as you gave them the (slightly worrying) news.

You were tough. You could usually tell Alana and Evan anything in hopes that they could help you through it, but you just couldn’t tell them about last night. A lot of insecurities you had about how you act and why Connor even liked you in the first place were confirmed in the worst possible way you could think of.

“Y/N, you can talk to-”

“Just forget it? It’s not important and class starts soon anyway so let’s just go. Walk me to first period?” You cut Evan off and turned on your heels waiting for them to follow you. They did, luckily, and you weren’t completely alone. At least for today.

Thursday 11:50

Oh god you usually ate lunch with Connor.

Connor didn’t sit with you. You didn’t expect him to, to be honest, but it still felt like a needle was poking at your heart and when you met eyes and he quickly looked away scowling to himself, the needle punctured through. You didn’t know where to go, so you decided to sit under a tree near the park at the back of the school. The park that they used for elementary schools in the summertime. Maybe you could clear your head there for a while.

You watched the clouds pass by overhead and hoped that maybe you could become one and float away from all of your problems. You closed your eyes and sat there for a while before heading back towards the school and accepting your doom of boring classes and repressing feelings.

You didn’t know what you thought about Connor anymore, you only knew you missed him. As you walked back home from school that was all that was repeating on your mind, like a broken record or an infinite loop.


But what could you do? Apologize to him for forgetting about you? You might miss him, but you wouldn’t go as far as to apologize for getting hurt. maybe you could text him or something, anything to see if he was okay. Maybe another day.

Friday 11:55

“Okay, so are you and Connor okay?” Zoe asked as she sat beside, setting down her lunch tray.

Despite your 12 years of friendship with Connor, you and Zoe were never really close. She hung out with a different crowd and you definitely weren’t part of it. You looked up at her confused but answered nonetheless.

“We, uh, got into a fight on Wednesday? He hasn’t talked to me since.” You sighed.

“Oh, well he’s acting super strange, which isn’t new, but he’s been different. You should talk to him. Or don’t, he’s an asshole anyway.”

you raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘if you keep talking about him I would tread carefully.’ She raised her arms in defense and laughed a little.

“No offense, just- I don’t know. He’s more bearable when he had you.” She picked up her tray and scurried back toward her group of friends, leaving you to fight the war in your head by yourself.

Was Connor really different without me? Why can’t he just start talking to me? Fine. I’ll take matters into my own hands.

You threw your backpack over your shoulder and left for the old park where you two had made the promise all those years ago. Thank God for half days!

The park was almost the same as when you were kids. Same trees framing a small path to a hiking trail, situated right next to where the long column of swings were placed crookedly facing the rest of the playground. The one thing that’s stayed the same in this tiny town other than you and Connors friendship. Ex-friendship? You honestly didn’t know anymore, but you knew that this was where he went when he needed to escape and shoot the breeze for a little while.

You walked towards the empty playground and sat on your swing. You had claimed it as your swing when you beat Connor in a game of ‘soccer’, which was just running around wildly and saying you scored a point if it came close to the tiny nets you had set up.

As you swung, you heard a muffled yell from in the hiking trail. Then another angry grunt. You knew it was Connor by the third thing you heard, which was:

“Fucking idiot! Stupid stupid stupid…”

You jumped out of your swing and ran towards the angry voice, forgetting about all of what had happened previously this week. He was okay, and that’s all that was going through your mind. He must’ve heard the rustling of you crunching leaves while jogging towards him, because he turned around lightning fast and gaped at you.

When you reached him you could see his red face and rigid stance. He was mad, you knew that, but he also looked so unsure of what to do. As if anything he did would hurt you even more than he already had.

You stared back at him before slowly walking closer towards him, looking at where he was previously facing. A tree, crooked and twisted and missing some bark where he had, presumably, been punching it in anger. Above the patches of missing bark was a small, scratchy engraving punctuated by a sloppy square, trying to look like a plaque, that read: “always? And forever.”

You gasped as the memory came flooding back to you. You and Connor in fifth grade, no more missing teeth but still young enough to think the world was yours, using a stolen exacto-knife from his dad’s tool collection to carve out your little promise. You reached up and gingerly ran your fingers through the sharp grooves you two had once made.

“I knew from an early age promises always got broken, but I always knew we were the exception. If you still think so, that is.” You muttered as you stared at the fake plaque in front of you.

“How the fuck are you talking to me after what I said?” he grumbled back quietly playing with his freshly bruised knuckles. “How can you even look me in the eye and not want to punch me in the dick? Hell, I’d punch me in the dick if I were you.”

You snorted a little and turned towards him.

“It hurt. I won’t lie, it hurt that you had forgotten about me. I was really struggling a couple days ago, ya know? But I said stuff I’m sorry about… and I missed you too much to not try and work it out with you.” You looked at him and walked even closer, bumping into his shoulder with yours.

“I just hate myself for being so stupid. I thought you finally came to your senses and where done with me. I freaked out and got defensive and I just- to be honest, I went home and almost punched a hole in the wall…again.” He said, mimicking you and staring at the old carving.

You looked up at him from where you were standing, shoulder to shoulder and rested your head on top of his bony arm. He tensed slightly at the sudden contact and you were about to pull back, but he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you close.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled into your hair,

“I’m sorry too.” You sighed out, letting yourself be engulfed in his warmth and bony frame.

he held out his pinky finger and smiled nervously, flicking his eyes between you and his hand. You smiled slightly and he continued.

“Like always.”

You giggled and linked your pinky finger with his long, skinny one.

“Like forever?” You replied, grinning like you were in second grade again and showing off your missing teeth.

“Always and forever.” He gave a small smile back down in your direction, waiting for you to finish.

“always and fore-oof!” You couldn’t finish it, though, because the one and only Connor Murphy himself whirled you around and kissed you before you could even realize what was happening.

He cupped your face in his cold, dainty hands and smiled. He smiled the real, genuine, second grader Connor Murphy smile that you hadn’t seen in ages. After you admired his smile for the couple seconds it was there, you cut it off by leaning back in and peppering his face with little “mwah” sounds before you began giggling so hard you could barely breathe. He kissed you again. You still couldn’t breathe, but maybe that was because of the giggling, or maybe it was because he took your breath away, and let’s face it.

He took your breath away, and always will.

Always and forever.

I keep thinking about that post I saw where people were like “Harry had a fortune why didn’t he give some to the Weasleys?!??!?” and I mean barring the fact that Molly and Arthur Weasley would never accept money from AN ACTUAL CHILD did no one–no one AT ALL–remember the scene in The Goblet of Fire where Harry buys Ron and Hermione as well as himself omnioculars (where it was mentioned that Ron wanted them but couldn’t afford them and he literally didn’t ask for them) and Ron scooped up the Leprechaun money and gave it to Harry to pay him back immediately, even though he didn’t know the money would disappear in an hour??? He wanted to repay that debt he saw, even if Harry didn’t mind shelling out ten galleons for a friend that had invited both he and Hermione on what was probably an expensive trip for them. THAT WAS A THING THAT HAPPENED.

Not to mention: To my recollection, Harry had to insist that Fred and George take the money he won for their shop. George even says “You gave us our start up loan, we haven’t forgotten.” They consider it a loan. And they insist that Harry never has to pay because of that.

And I mean, not only are you people saying that A CHILD should give his money away, but you’re also slapping Molly and Arthur in the face (which, how FUCKING dare you?!). Molly and Arthur may have complained and worried about lack of money, but they never asked for anything. They made it work. And seeing how their children react to money (”this is a loan” and “I’ve paid you back for a gift because the gift is expensive”), it’s obvious that they got their pride from their parents.

Harry could offer to pay Molly room and board, and I have no doubt in my mind that she would say “Oh, absolutely not, dear. You’re family. :)” Harry could buy a muggle trinket for Arthur, and I have no doubt in my mind that Arthur would say, “Splendid! How curious! Oh, how much do I owe you, Harry?” before it even occurred to him that it was a gift. Harry could offer to help Ron and Hermione out of a financial jam, and I have no doubt that Ron would say, “No, we’ll figure something out,” and Hermione would let Ron shift their finances around like he saw his parents do to make it through because she knows how important it is for him to stand on his own two feet.

People say “Harry could have given the Weasleys some of his fortune!” without remembering that Fred and George didn’t want to accept Harry’s tournament earnings, that Ron felt uncomfortable getting an expensive gift from his friend and paid him back for it, that the entire family was fine with hand-me-downs from clothes to actual wands, and they complained but they never expected and actually disliked hand-outs from wealthier friends. It is actually possible to complain for the sake of getting your negative thoughts out and not because you want something.

The Weasleys probably only accept Harry’s money once he marries Ginny, and only because he says “Please, this is something I need to do.” And they only accept it for things they deem necessary. “Well, I suppose we could do with new wallpaper,” Molly says begrudgingly, but she makes Harry help her pick it out so it feels more like family helping family than her son-in-law paying for something. “Well, I guess we did need a new car,” Arthur says begrudgingly, because Harry has always remembered how he and Ron crashed the old family car and the replacement they’d gotten was puffing its last, and he’d made sure to get an older model in case Arthur tried to say it was too expensive. “Well, I guess I did need a new cauldron,” Ron says begrudgingly because he had accidentally melted a hole through his old one, and it was a hand-me-down from Charlie to boot.

3. Tipsy

“Like it when you’re this close,” He mumbles, lips pressed carefully against your ear “like everyone to see what a beautiful girl I’ve got. So lucky you love me.” Harry’s words are sincere and warm and make you feel as though you’re flying. He’s a bit tipsy, shirt half unbuttoned with his black tie hanging loosely around his neck but he’s got his arms wrapped around your waist and a crooked grin on his lips and he just looks so good.

Or H’s had one too many drinks after a wedding and can’t stop touching you.

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anonymous asked:

do it kat. write that narukono time travel fix-it. drag us farther into hell.

*dumps this in front of you as a distraction/tribute*

Naruto is pretty sure he has a crush.

It is absolutely, definitely not on any of the many assorted women Jiraiya has dragged him to meet in the name of information gathering, even though he’s sure they’re perfectly nice ladies. But he’s seen Jiraiya disappear into their brothels a few too many times for comfort, and even when the pervert tries to hint that he should take one of them up on their offers to make him a man Naruto just plays dumb.

It’s kind of insulting that Jiraiya always buys it. Naruto might think at things differently, but that doesn’t make him stupid.

He’s also not a perv like Jiraiya, so there’s that, too.

But, the last few times Jiraiya has been otherwise occupied for the night—which usually means Naruto will actually be left to his own devices for the next week or so, until Jiraiya has burned through all of his cash and whatever he can bum off of Naruto—he’s ended up talking to the same stranger. Never at the same place twice, but—randomly. By the river washing clothes, or in the market buying dinner, or at a ramen stand that’s almost as good as old man Teuchi’s, or at the best camping spot along the road.

After the third time, Naruto thinks about being suspicious. He and Jiraiya are hardly falling a set path, after all, and to keep bumping into the same stranger—that probably means something. But—

But he’s nice.

It probably says a lot, that Naruto is still so unused to people showing him any sort of kindness at all.

“You must have been training pretty hard,” the man says, the first time they talk. He’s eyeing Naruto’s scorched, battered clothes with something that might even be respect, and he meets Naruto’s startled look with a smile as he tugs the blue scarf from around his neck.

“Uh, I try my best!” Naruto says, offering him a smile in return even as he rubs the back of his head a bit sheepishly. His clothes are in a pretty horrible state; Naruto isn’t sure he’s going to be able to patch them enough to wear, though Jiraiya probably won’t notice either way. He might even start campaigning for Naruto to switch to being a girl again so they can travel that way. It’s not that Naruto minds being a girl, but he doesn’t want to play eye-candy for his perv of a godfather. That’s just creepy.

“I could use some practice, if you want to spar,” the man offers. He grins, and adds, “I’m Kono—uh. I’m Konomaru!”

Well, that was…suspicious. Naruto eyes him for a second, but when he doesn’t sprout tentacles and fangs or start monologuing, he figures the guy is probably okay. He’s not getting any weird vibes off of him, at least, and Naruto even gets those off Jiraiya, as fond as he is of the pervert.

“Nice to meet you!” he answers cheerfully. “I’m Naruto!” Jiraiya’s drilled him on not offering a last name—or his status as a jinchuuriki, but Naruto would hardly tell anyone that willingly under pain of death—while they’re nominally laying low, so he doesn’t immediately announce his dream, either. No need to connect all the pieces for him if this guy is an enemy.

But, when he glances up, there’s no sign of villainous posturing about to start. Instead Konomaru is smiling, gentle and almost fond as he looks at Naruto, and—

It’s really not a way anyone has ever looked at Naruto before. Not even Iruka looks at him quite like that.

A little flustered, he ducks his head, pulling his black t-shirt off and dumping it with the rest of his things to be washed.

Konomaru promptly makes a noise like he’s choking on his tongue.

“You okay?” Naruto asks cautiously, watching him cough and turn red.

“Yep!” the man squeaks, in a pitch way higher than any Naruto has heard since Kiba hit puberty. He fans his red face with one hand, still coughing. “Sorry, uh, water. Went down the wrong way.”

Naruto’s fairly certain he wasn’t drinking, but he just shrugs and goes back to his clothes, debating whether to get his needle and thread first or just wash them. Probably better to see if they can be salvaged at all first.

“Are you a ninja too, then?” he asks, digging through his pack. He’s getting low on thread, but given how ripped his jacket is from the last time he experimented with the Rasengan, it’s not going to matter.

“I am!” Konomaru sounds a lot cheerier. “I even made jounin at seventeen!”

He’s probably a bit over that now, Naruto thinks. Nineteen, maybe? “That’s awesome,” he agrees, grinning up at the man. “I’m going to make jounin soon too, believe it!”

“I’m absolutely sure you will,” Konomaru says, giving him that smile again.

They never get that spar, since Jiraiya ends up getting kicked out of town for propositioning the headman’s wife while drunk, but they talk the next few times they run into each other. Each meeting is a few weeks apart, in different villages, but it’s clear they’re both traveling and Konomaru is delighted to see him every time.

It makes something warm twist in Naruto’s stomach, and…it’s not the loud-bright pay attention to me that Naruto felt about Sakura. It’s a little quieter, a little sharper, and sometimes when it’s dark he lies awake in his bedroll and just…thinks about Konomaru.

It’s probably definitely a crush.

“You know,” Konomaru says one night as they’re setting up camp together, Jiraiya back in the town and water for ramen waiting to be boiled. (It’s Konomaru’s favorite food too, and Naruto thinks that just makes him even more awesome.) “You said you’re training with a master, but…I haven’t seen him around.”

“He’s busy,” Naruto says, and keeps it cheerful through long practice lying about things like that. It’s not precisely a lie, because Jiraiya is busy, and he’s definitely doing important work, but—

Naruto just wishes that sometimes their training was more than just being told what to do before Jiraiya disappears again.

When he glances up, Konomaru is looking away, scratching at his cheek with a slightly uncertain expression. He swallows nervously, glancing at Naruto and then away again, and says abruptly, “My—my name’s actually Konohamaru. Sarutobi Konohamaru.”

Naruto blinks. He takes in the familiar blue scarf, the faint flush, the face stripped of its baby fat, and—

“Like—like my Konohamaru?” Naruto asks disbelievingly.

Konohamaru flushes further, ducking down to hide the bottom of his face in his scarf. “I time-traveled to save you,” he blurts. “And—and I’m going to help you save the world and then I’m going to save you because—because you’re Boss and you’re my rival and definitely have to make it to Hokage again so I can beat you…” He trails off, his face as red as the Hokage’s robes, and makes a noise of despair. “Oh gods, I screwed it up, that was supposed to sound cool and I totally failed, Boss, I’m so sorry but you’re so cute like this!”

Naruto is still kind of stuck on the time-travel and save the world parts.

And the cute part. Definitely that.


But that’s definitely Konohamaru, loudly berating himself for being so uncool, and Naruto can’t help but laugh. Konohamaru glances up at him warily, like he’s just waiting for Naruto to take off running, but Naruto just offers him a smile.

“So where do we start?” he asks cheerfully.

Konohamaru’s face screws up like he’s about to cry, jounin or not, and he throws himself across the space between them to slam into Naruto’s chest, wrapping his arms around his waist and wailing, “Boss is still definitely the coolest!”

There’s heat creeping up Naruto’s cheeks, but he just swallows and ignores it, patting Konohamaru on the head. “Saving the world?” he prompts.

Konohamaru brightens. “I have a list!” he says proudly.

He does indeed have a list. And it starts with tracking down another jinchuuriki and learning how to make friends with the Kyuubi.

Naruto definitely gets the feeling that he’s not going to be bored again for a very long time.

(They leave Jiraiya a note. Naruto almost feels bad for that. But definitely not enough to change his mind.)

Cassian x Reader, Part 1

Title: Whatever It Takes / AO3 
Part 2: tumblr
Part 3: tumblr
Length: 7.5k
Series rating: M for language and sexual content (contains some torture)
Summary: Reader and Cassian have kept their relationship a secret but when Reader is captured and tortured by the Empire, it’s obvious to all of Yavin 4 that Cassian will stop at nothing to get her back.
Author’s Note: A lovely anon requested this incredible idea and I immediately fell head over heels in love with it. Starts out pretty angsty but there will be fluff to make everything better, promise. :) Happy reading!! XOXO
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Spring Breeze (Afterdeath) ~Vampire!Geno~


Alright, first of all, I’m sorry I took freakin’ forever X’D And I know what all ya’ll are thinking: “TRASHY- WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG??”

Tbh have no excuse pfft 

But seriously, thank you guys so much for putting up with my bullshit and waiting for me :’) I hope this long-ass fanfic is enough to make it up to ya’ll, and if it isn’t, I’m sorry for being a failure-

Ever since school ended, I’ve been staying up till 3 AM writing because I wanted to get this done, but it took longer than I thought it would because originally, it wasn’t even supposed to be as long as it is right now. This is by far, my longest fanfic and it probably sucks.

Anywho, enough of my rambling. I’ll most likely die after posting this here and on Wattpad, but you guys deserve to read whatever I have created :^)

Also, please excuse if you spot any mistakes. It’s hard to spot every one of them, especially with one this long. Plus, I’m so tried X’D

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Word Count: 17,299

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warning: more of that smut i know y’all love
A/N: continuation of ‘insatiable’, but can stand alone

He doesn’t miss the way you almost drop the keycard to your shared hotel room. He doesn’t miss the way you suck in a breath as his lips ghost along the shell of your ear. He knows you’re just as ready to be fucked as he is to fuck you, so he’s not shy about pressing his hard length against your ass, even if it’s the reason you’re struggling so much with unlocking the door.

His hands are relentless on your body - they don’t stay in one place for long, and every touch is charged, desperate. Finally, they find purchase; one grips your hip to keep you in place against him, while the other tangles in your hair. He sweeps your locks away from your neck to mouth at your skin, hoping to add to the marks that were already starting to bloom from earlier.

The light of the card reader finally flickers green and you push the door open with a huff, ignoring the way Shawn chuckles against your skin. He’ll make fun of you for taking so long with the door later, but you can’t bring yourself to care at the moment.

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Originally posted by monsta-x-cuties

(A/N I’m so sorry I’m posting ANOTHER Wonho fanfic on my supposedly SHINee blog but I just can’t help it he’s everything and all I can think about HAHAHA it’s driving me crazy. Btw this is kinda angsty but mostly fluffy.

Wonho had been practising at the studio late at night for what seemed like forever. Sometimes he’d be laying in bed with you, holding you tight to his bare chest, talking to you and joking with you then suddenly say that work had text him and he had to go in to the studio late to dance all night. Normally, he wouldn’t come home until 4am at the least; your suspicions were starting to drive you insane all day and all night. In your past relationships, a lot of the guys had cheated on you which shattered your ability to trust. Although Wonho was a brilliant boyfriend who appeared to worship the ground you walked on, with him being gone a lot, you wondered if he was telling the whole truth. 

You watched Wonho leave in a hurry, grabbing his gym bag from the floor. It was 10pm; it was dark outside and you didn’t understand why he needed to leave so urgently. Vaguely, you heard the front door shut, telling you he’d left. You felt sick to your stomach, not being able to fight the thought that he was seeing another girl, or worse, sleeping with her. Suddenly, making you jump, his phone buzzed loudly on his bedside table. Then, the horrible idea crossed your mind. Would it hurt to check his phone? You didn’t want to be *that* girl; you didn’t want to be the stereotypical insane girlfriend who didn’t trust her boyfriend. You knew it was an invasion of his privacy and that it was wrong but oh god, you just needed to know if he was fucking another girl. If not, your brain would pop with the anxiety. Taking his phone, you tapped on to his messages. There were messages from his mother, his friends and the guys in the group but mostly work. Scrolling down, your eyes just wanted to search for something suspicious like a girls name or a naughty text to someone who wasn’t you but there was nothing odd looking on there. You mustn’t have heard the door open and close because Wonho had returned after telling his managers at Starship that he wanted the night off. Excitedly, he ran up the stairs to surprise you, only to see you checking his phone with a distressed look on your face. 

“Jagi, are you checking my phone?” 

Wonho asked curiously ,his voice made you drop the phone out of your hand. 


You cried in shock, not expecting for him to be home, never mind catching you snooping on him. Instantly, you felt deathly guilty for going through his private messages. 

“I’m so sorry Wonho…I didn’t mean to disrespect…” 

Wonho cut you off. 

“What exactly were you expecting to find (Y/N)?” 

You could tell from his cold tone of voice that he was insulted. His jaw was tight like he was feeling betrayed and you didn’t blame him. For a moment, you were silent, trying to gather your thoughts while tears burned your eyes. The whole time you were with him, you hadn’t realised how crazily paranoid you were about Wonho’s loyalty even though it was silly.

“It’s just that you’ve been disappearing almost every night and you’d never tell me why you’ve been working extra hours and I was just starting to think maybe…”

“What?! That I was cheating on you?!” 

Wonho snapped, incredibly hurt that you thought he was like the others even though he’d proven so many times that he wasn’t. 

“I don’t know?! Yes! Yes I thought you were cheating on me!  I’m so sorry I checked your phone I know it was wrong!” 

Tears ran from your tired, grief filled eyes, worried Wonho was going to get tired of your anxiety and leave you. Running a hand through his blond hair, Wonho slumped against the wall frustratedly and slowly slid down it, resting on the floor. 

“Haven’t I proven I love you?” 

He asked quietly, defeated. 

“Of course you have.” 

You replied. You wished so much that you could trust him the way he deserved to be trusted. Wonho sighed dramatically. He was still for a while, biting his plump lip the way he did when he was stressed. 

“Starship promised me they’d pay me more money if I practised and worked out for more hours.” 

He got up from the floor and walked over to his bedside table, opening the middle drawer. 

“I needed more money so I could pay off what I owe for this.” 

He brought out a small turquoise box and you gasped, clutching your heart. It was confusing as Wonho didn’t believe in the concept of marriage. Like he read your mind, he said: 

“It’s a promise ring (Y/N). Yes, I don’t believe in marriage but I wanted to get you something to show you that I have every intention of being with you for the rest of my life. I promise I have no intention of being with anyone else. I don’t want anyone else baby. I just want you to trust me. If I give you this, will you trust me?” 

He watched you nervously with his deep brown eyes as he opened the sweet box with his fingers. Wonho revealed a stunning white gold ring with two diamond hearts next to each other, sparkling magically as the light hit them. On the inside of the ring, it was engraved with:

‘I promise you will always have my heart.’ 

“Oh Wonho!” 

You couldn’t stop staring at it and the way the gems twinkled. It was hard to believe the ring was all for you. 

“I promise I’ll try my best to trust you.” 

You replied as he sat down on the bed. The tears changed from panicked tears to happy tears as the realisation kicked in that he’d been working so hard to show you how dedicated he was to you. 

“Hey, no more crying now baby.” 

Wonho soothed you, lifting you on to his lap and cuddling you affectionately with his strong arms and warm body. 

“It was a misunderstanding baby. Let’s not be sad or angry anymore, I came home because I couldn’t bare to leave you tonight. I hoped we could hang out. Maybe we can order something to eat and cuddle and then we could do something more than cuddle.” 

Wonho smirked boyishly, making you giggle and playfully hit his arm. Wonho took this as an opportunity to tackle you and pin you on to the bed seductively; something that hadn’t happened in a long time. You missed it.  Adorably, he took your hand in his and placed the promise ring on your finger before kissing your hand like Prince Charming. From then on, you’d both keep your promises.