i already got the best freak

I’ve been re-reading the HP books and I got to Prisoner of Azkaban (be still my beating heart, it is still the best one) and, at Christmas there’s only 12 people around the dinner table. Trelawny comes along and Dumbledore stands up to draw her a chair.

She freaks out, I must not! When 13 people dine together, the first to rise is the first to die!!!!!


Ron had Scabbers in his pocket.

Which means that there wasn’t 12 people when Trelawny arrived. There was already 13.

And Dumbledore stood up.

I Don’t Love Him, I Love You- Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

A/n this got a lot of request for this one so that is why I decided to do this. 

Request/Prompt:Hey💗 Could you pls do a Harry Hook x Reader with number 1 of your conversation prompts? Like they are already best friends & Harry keeps flirting with her bc he has a crush on her but she thinks he just does it for fun? The end is up to you!! Thank you💗Could you do prompt 1 with Harry Hook? Thanks babe!I seriously need #1 with Harry Hook x Female reader, if requests r still open ^^

A: I’M FREAKING OUT! I have literally nothing to wear I’m seriously considering turning up naked.
B: I’m not opposed to the idea
A: I can’t see you, but I swear if you’re smirking I’ll slap the stupid look off that pretty face of yours

Warnings: Dirty flirting 

“You must be a banana because I find you a peeling,” I heard whispered in my ear.

“Harry that is the worst pickup line I have ever heard,” I laughed out as I kept working on my homework. This caused him to pout.

“I don’t see you coming up with any better ones lass,” He mumbled crossing his arms over his chest and plopped down on my bed.

“Trust me darling I could come up with a better one,”I said mocking his accent.

“Then do it,” He told me with a smirk. I smiled and walked over to my bed and sat in front of him.

“On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a 9 because I’m the 1 you need,” I slyly told him. Harry rolled his eyes but started laughing.

“Mine was way better,” He exclaimed.

“Sure whatever helps you sleep at night,”I said as I kissed his cheek and went back over to my homework.

“So how is being boring going for you,” I heard his ask me as he walked over to where I was.

“I don’t know, HEY, give that back,” I yelled at him as he took my textbook.

“No, I need attention,”He whined back.

“Go bug Uma or Gil,” I said back. He shook his head and raised the book above his head.

“Whatever, what do you want to do,” I asked him, not even trying to get the book back.

“I could think of a few things,” He trailed off with an evil smirk.

“You have a left hand, use it. Seriously what do you want to do,” I asked him with an amused smile.

“I don’t know, didn’t think I would get this far,” He said as he walked back over to my bed. I got up and walked over to the other side on the bed and sat down.

“Well we could, wait a minute, what is today,” I asked feeling panicked.

“Monday why,”He asked taking my a piece of my hair and started playing with it.

“I have to go, sorry Harry I promised Jay I would do this one thing for him,” I told him getting up quickly which caused him to pout again. I grabbed my phone and headed towards the door. When I almost left the room I looked down at what I was wearing.

“I can’t wear this,” I mumbled to myself as I threw open my closet and went through every outfit.

“Love what are ye doing,” Harry asked me.

“Looking for an outfit, what does it look like I am doing,” I snapped back annoyed. I let out a frustrated sigh as I ran a hand through my hair.

“I’M FREAKING OUT! I have literally nothing to wear I’m seriously considering turning up naked,” I groaned out.

“I’m not opposed to the idea,” I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“I can’t see you, but I swear if you’re smirking I’ll slap the stupid look off that pretty face of yours,” I told him as I turned around to see him smirking. I gave him a death glare as I turned back around to try and decided on an outfit.

“Y/n, I don’t understand why you are freaking out. You look great in everything you put on,” He told me as I heard his footsteps coming towards me.

“Harry stop lying, how about this one,” I asked him holding up the outfit.

“It’s perfect, just like you,” He said with a wink. I rolled my eyes and slapped his arm playfully.

“I was being serious though, you look great in everything,” He said stroking my face. I blushed and looked away but Harry pulled my head back up.He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Jay. 

“Y/n, we have to go. Oh hey Harry,” Jay yelled out.

“I have to change so,” I hinted for him to get out.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later princess,”He said as he left.

“Bye,” I called out as he walked out the door. I changed quickly and walked out to meet Jay.

“Let’s do this,”I told him taking his hand. Jay had asked me to be his pretend girlfriend so that he could spy on someone. We were going on a “date” at this pizza place so I of course said yes because I was getting free food. Who in the world would say no? Throughout the whole thing with Jay, all I could think about was Harry. He confused me so much, one day I think he likes me as a girlfriend the next as a sister or friend. I just wish that I knew how he felt. Jay must have sensed my trouble because he spoke up.

“What’s wrong,” He asked. I gave him a soft smile and shook my head.

“Nothing I’m fine,” I told him but he didn’t buy it.

“You know what, this isn’t that important. Why don’t we get out of here,” He asked me. We walked out of the restaurants and he wrapped an arm around me.

“Look y/n, Harry loves you. I know he flirts with everyone but with you it is different. I may not know a lot about love but I know that is what you and Harry have,” He finished with a smile.

“Thanks Jay, that means more to me then you know. How did you know I was thinking about him,” I questioned him.

“Y/n. Come on, I wasn’t born yesterday,” He told me. I laughed and pulled him into a hug.

“Thanks Jay,” I yawned out.

“It’s not even that late y/n and you’re welcome,” He laughed out. I playfully smacked him but stopped when someone cleared their throat. I looked over to where the sounded came from and there stood a very angry Harry. Jay excused himself and left the two of us alone.

“I didn’t know you and Jay were a thing,” He said coldly. 

“Were not, why would you ever think that,” I asked him as I opened my door.

“I don’t know, other than the fact he had his arm around you and then you hugged him,” He shot back.

“Harry me and him aren’t dating, I like someone else,” I informed him.

“Who,” He practically yelled out which made me smile.

“You really don’t know do you,” I asked which he shook his head at.

“Do you want to know his name,” I questioned, trying to suppress my laughter.

“Yes,” He told me aggravated.

“His name is Harry hot-stuff Hook. I don’t love Jay, I love you,” I said as I walked over to where he was. He laughed at the name I gave him and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Shouldn’t that be your middle name princess,” He joked as his eyes trailed down to my lips. I opened my mouth to say something smart back but was cut off by Harry’s lips on mine. The kiss started out heated but soon faded into a sweet, soft kiss. We pulled away from each other and smiled like lovesick puppies.

“Y/n, I planned on asking you this before we kissed but I guessed plans changed so will you be my girlfriend,” He asked me barely above a whisper. I gave him a wide smile and pulled him into a short kiss.

“Yes, of course I will,” I told him as he pulled me into his embrace.

Of course! I hope you feel better soon anon! and to everyone who feels sick, or even if you’re not please make sure you take care of yourselves this season. 


  • That stupid serape he always wears? Turns out it is the absolute best thing in the world to cocoon in. 
  • He will wrap his S/O up and bring them whatever they need
  • Medicine? he already got it, Tea? Coffee? The pots already brewing 
  • He is just such a doter, to the point it’s ridiculous honestly. His S/o has to tell him to stop freaking out before he makes himself sick. 
  • Which he usually does when taking care of his S/o because he refuses to leave their side (and stop kissing them) 


  • Tea. Lots and lots of tea. The man literally has a tea remedy for any aliment. He learned them from Hanzo whether he wants to admit it or not (he won’t)
  • Will constantly check on his S/o to make sure that their getting better, but doesn’t hover over them 
  • If his S/o wants to sleep he’ll put on some meditation music and if they want to watch something he sets everything up for them. 
  • He’s also constantly going to Angela to make sure he’s doing everything right. 


  • There’s a reason he’s called the audio medic. Whenever his S/O is sick he plays songs that he made just for them. He has songs to help them relax, sleep, stay up, you name it he’s got it. 
  • But he’s also always bringing in hot beverages for his S/O, or really anything they want
  • He is constantly cracking jokes, or dancing, anything to get his S/o’s mind off of how they’re feeling. 

Soldier 76

  • Oh boy, the amount of times that Soldier has tried to make his S/O go to the med bay for simple colds is astounding. It took Angela to finally get him to stop and realize they weren’t that serious. 
  • But he still goes about it military style. Medicine and meals are on a clock, after all nutrients are essential to restoring the body. 
  • S/O sleep schedule is maintained as well. Basically you don’t want to be sick with Soldier in charge, because he goes into commander mode. 
  • But whenever S/o is asleep and cant tell, he’ll wrap them in more blankets, or leave a drink on their bed side table. He also leaves small kisses on his S/O’s forehead before he leaves the room and tells them to get better soon

merrywhimsy  asked:

What is your head cannon re: Jon's internal monologue during the cave scene? I have been obsessing over it more than a little. I imagine that he feels hope for the first time since Mel brought him back and as he looks at her, he not only begins to believe she can help him win the War for the Dawn, but also that he feels a sense of belonging and wholeness in her presence. I get all romantic thinking about it and I would love to know what you think is going through his head!

I love this question!!! I agree that it is an overtly romantic scene and I am excited to talk about it haha. 

Before they go into the cave, I think Jon is nervous to show it to Dany. Their meeting on the terrace in the prior episode already planted the seeds of attraction and before he left he wanted her to believe him. I think he’s invested not only in the fight but in Dany’s high opinion of him as a fellow ruler, so I think Jon places a lot of stock in this little trip to the caves and what it can accomplish between them.

I love how he is standing down on the beach waiting for Dany, just kind of watching her talk to Missandei and looking for the right moment to interject, like he’s anxious. It’s cute.

When he brings Dany inside the cave he says he wants to show it to her before it gets damaged by the mining. He wants to show her something pretty, and I just find that absolutely adorable :’) AND in the process, he ends up seeing something even prettier, Dany herself. 

When she is sort of looking up at the ceiling, gazing at the dragonglass in the firelight, I am obsessed with Jon’s expression. Again he is hesitating to interrupt her, and I imagine that in that moment he’s thinking about how gorgeous she looks and how he is NOT prepared to spend all this time with her in close quarters haha. He has more important things to worry about. But that isn’t stopping him from staring.

When he shows Dany the drawings, her reaction is probably different than what he was expecting. Instead of doubting him or dismissing it, she is really interested. It occurs to her how old they must be, and that the COTF once stood where she and Jon are standing. She is awed by this. I like to think Jon finds that really endearing. He’s seeing a deeper side to Dany’s personality that he didn’t know about. Remember that book!Dany likes reading and history, and we are seeing a glimpse of that here. Jon is watching her while she’s saying all of this. He isn’t looking at the drawings too. He’s looking at her

Originally posted by mhysaofdragons

She remarks that what they are looking at existed long before Starks or Targaryens or Lannisters, which implies that those designations don’t really matter. It takes him by surprise that she’s starting to see that, to see that it doesn’t matter what house you hail from–that they need to stand together. So I agree with you, my friend. My head canon is that Jon is starting to feel hope here. Hope that he has found someone like him who can help him … and maybe something more.

To me this means Jon is thinking more about her than he is about the greater issues they’ve come down here to discuss.  In the shot I gifed above, Jon is the one in focus, even though he’s in the background. Dany is slightly blurry because the camera is focusing on Jon and his reactions to her in this moment. It’s because he’s starting to see her differently. He realizes that she has perspective and isn’t just some queen demanding fealty. She cares, just like he does, and she can be rational and understanding when it matters. 

Then when she asks if the COTF and the First Men fought one another, Jon sees an opportunity to show Dany how their situation is not unlike that of the First Men. I agree with you–he feels a sense of togetherness with her already. He senses a kindred spirit, a fellow leader who has the same worries and problems, the same pain-filled past. And so he’s using the COTF and First Men as a precedent to show Dany that two supposedly different factions can and should be together. And by extension I think he’s already saying he wants to be together with her, too. He just won’t admit it. Probably not even to himself haha.

This is pretty much confirmed when he touches her. He absolutely didn’t need to do that. I think that the tension of being so close to her alone with freaking torch light just got the best of him and Jon did it on impulse. Instead of beckoning her over, pointing, or just walking in front of her, he literally grabs her, guides her along, and stands alarmingly close behind her to show her the drawings he wants to focus on. 

Because my headcanon is that even though he’s too honorable to say it and has much more pressing matters to deal with, Jon was seriously lusting after her in this scene. So he did the next best thing to acting on that and grabbed her arm on impulse.

He is probably freaking out. Jon hasn’t been with a woman since Ygritte. Hasn’t been around women really outside Winterfell. Dany is the first attraction he has felt in years, and I imagine he doesn’t know what to do with himself haha. So when she starts getting cozy with him right back, in that already iconic moment when she takes those two steps toward him, Jon is flustered

I agree with the anon who said he is just taking a deep breath and standing up straighter, not stepping backward. I think he was somewhere between hyped and terrified when she came close but I fully believe that if Dany just abandoned all formality and kissed him in that moment Jon would not have pulled away haha. Boy was preparing himself for what was coming, not shying away from it. 

Anyway, when she asks that he bend the knee again, Jon isn’t angry. He doesn’t point out that what he wants is more important, and he doesn’t try to press his claim to the North. He expresses a concern for his people and how they would not want Dany as a queen. Her response here comes as a shock to him. One of the reasons is probably because she IS acknowledging him as a KING here. Not a lord.

And when she says, “They will if their king does,” to me Jon is already thinking, “Well, maybe I do.” I think he does accept Dany. He calls her “Your Grace” twice in the episode and he calls her “The Queen” to Theon. I think Jon already has faith in and Dany and already wants to get close to her. And that’s why he isn’t remotely upset when she asks him to bend the knee again. Because the more he’s gotten to know her, the more he understands why she wants that from him. He knows that she’s been hurt and betrayed and is now wary of others. He knows that she has thousands of people who believe in and depend on her, too. 

So just like he can’t swear to her without thinking it through, he realizes that she can’t take all of her people into danger in the North without thinking it through herself, and he admires her resolve and leadership. 

I think the final nail in the coffin is when Dany uses a line that Jon has used before, word for word. “Isn’t their survival more important than your pride?” No, Jon isn’t “proud,” and I think Dany is beginning to realize this. But Jon doesn’t lash out. He doesn’t insist that he is actually humble. He hears this line and thinks back to when he said it to Mance and realizes that he and Dany are even more alike than he ever thought possible. That’s the moment that I think he goes from being mildly intrigued to fully interested in her.

They leave the cave nearly hand-in-hand because Jon leaves this scene with a much higher opinion of Dany and Dany likewise leaves it with the realization that Jon isn’t just stubborn, he’s principled and brave. 

All of this is building up to the moment when she asks Jon for help on the beach and he is astounded by her interest in his opinion. It’s a gesture of trust from Dany, that she wants his advice over that of her own council. It’s a signal to Jon that Dany doesn’t think he’s a “Northern fool.”

And his response to this is huge as well. Because here he tells Dany that he doesn’t think she is just a “foreign invader.” He realizes that she has done the impossible and that she inspires people. He’s inspired by her too. 

So overall I think your use of the word “hope” is perfect here. Meeting Dany does give Jon hope. It gives him hope that this alliance can and will actually take place. 

But more than that, even though he tells Davos there’s “no time,” I think Jon also secretly feels hope that maybe he can love again. Because he’s found a woman who shares his ideals, who is just as brave as he is, ready to run into battle for her people. A woman who is beautiful and complex and passionate. AND a woman who apparently trusts him (she takes his advice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and believes in him (”Your people chose you to lead them. They chose you to protect them.”) just like he believes in her. 

So overall … Jon is hopeful about his future for probably the first time since his resurrection. This scene has Dany calling him a king and him calling her a queen and both of them making huge leaps forward. Jonerys is happening and episode 4 made damned sure we know it :’)

Thank you so much for sending this. 

Two of them

Originally posted by leahlahote

Request: Can you write a Paul imagine where you’re his imprint but you don’t know and you start getting close to Jacob and he gets all jealous and blurts out that you’re his imprint and it ends with fluff and stuff or whatever you want?
For: @emmersdagreat
Words: 1,620
Paul Lahote x Reader

“Don’t say it.” Paul snapped as Jared dropped down on the sand next to him. Jared sighed and leaned back on his hands as he watched Paul, who watched you and Jacob giggling on the other side of the bonfire.
“You know that you’re an idiot right?” Jared asked.
Paul tore his gaze away from you helping Jacob flatten his hair to glare at his best friend, “Excuse you?”

Jared leaned forwards, “You’re the only one out of all of us who got it easy with an imprint. I mean, she already knows all about the pack, she knows that imprints exist and she’s taken all of that information without freaking out. I mean it does suck that she’s close enough to Sam to be his sister so he’s down your neck about it but think about what the rest of us got; Kim wouldn’t talk to me for months, Sam attacked Emily by accident and Quil’s imprint still needs a babysitter.”

“Is this supposed to be a newsflash? Like I didn’t know all of this?” Paul snapped.

Jared punched him in the arm, “I just thought you needed reminding since you’re happy to let her and Jake get so close. Y/N doesn’t know that she’s hurting you and you keep lying to Jake and telling him that you’re rejecting the imprint. Why don’t you let him in your mind? Then he’d see how you really feel about her.”

Paul groaned and rolled his shoulders as close as he was to his pack brothers, Jared especially, he didn’t really like to talk about feelings, not because he liked to pretend that he didn’t have them but because it might spark him into phasing. He especially didn’t like to talk about you because as soon as Sam had felt safe enough to introduce you to the pack he’d imprinted on you. He’d decided instantly that he wasn’t going to do that to you, that he could ignore the imprint, no matter how much it physically hurt him, so that you could stand a chance with someone better.

Sam and Jared knew, he couldn’t keep them out of his mind when he phased, but Sam had tried to respect his choice and kept everyone else off of Paul’s patrols so that he could have his mind to himself for a while.
Sam approached Jared and Paul and Jared took it as his cue to leave, he clasped Paul on the shoulder and told him, “There’s nothing like an imprint bud.” Then he left to go attach himself to Kim.
Sam took his place in the sand, “You know, he’s right, there’s nothing like an imprint.”

Paul shook his head, “We’ve already had this conversation Sam, Y/N doesn’t need someone with my temper.”
Sam nodded, “That’s true but since you’ve been trying to ignore the imprint your temper has gotten worse not better. Trying to ignore the bond isn’t good for either of you.”
Paul said nothing.

Sam sighed and sensing that he wasn’t getting anywhere, rose before asking, “Before the pack, Y/N was my closest friend, even still she is and I want her to be happy and my pack to be happy. I’ll stop pestering you about it if you’re happy knowing that even if she falls in love with Jacob, that to him she’ll always just be someone to distract him until Bella comes back.”

With that Sam left and Paul sat stewing in the new rush of emotions that the question had brought on.

Jacob’s big grin distracted you for a moment but when your laughed faded you found your eyes flitting over to where Paul was sat with Sam, he looked awful, his eyes had dark circles and his hair was a mess. He’d been avoiding you since you’d met him, you’d even asked Sam if you’d done something but he assured you that you hadn’t, in all honesty you didn’t even know why you were so bothered about someone you barely knew.

Well you did know, you’d had a massive thing for Paul almost instantly after meeting him but you told Sam it was because you didn’t like to see his friends upset.
He didn’t look like he believed you.

“You’re starring again.” Jacob warned you and you looked back to him with your cheeks burning at being caught.
“Ugh, I’m such a creep aren’t I?” You asked with a groan.
Jacobs laughed loudly, “No, you and Paul are more alike than you think. Why don’t you go talk to him?”
Just go and talk to him.” You mocked his voice and he gave you a bored look before you continued, “Every time I get close to him he practically runs away. Do you think he’s mad that I’m not part of the pack?”

Jacob scowled and shook his head, “You’re practically Sam’s sister. You’re part of the pack, that’s not in question.”
His certainty and honesty made you smile and you were still smiling when the sand beside you shifted and you looked up to see Paul stood in front of you.
“Black.” He greeted.
Jacob looked between you and Paul, “Good to see you Paul, over here.”

You raised your brow at his weird phrasing but Paul caught your attention, “Y/N, do you fancy a walk down the beach?”
“Of course.” You answered without thinking and he gave you a small smile in response and held his hand out to help you up.

You thanked him and when he dropped your hand he extended his arm for you to take, which you did and were taken back by his warmth.  You walked like that for a ten minutes until the bonfire was barely visible.
“Sorry, I just – well here we’re out of range of wolf hearing.” Paul explained.
You gave him a nervous laugh, “Well that’s not ominous at all.”
Paul shook his head, “I just don’t want those idiots interrupting, I’m sorry that I’ve been ignoring you.”
You let go of his arm and stood back so that you could face him, “I’m sure you had your reasons.”
He nodded, “I did but unfortunately they were all stupid.”

“Doesn’t sound like you at all.” You teased.
He laughed at your joke but worry still ruled his expression, his large hands caught your hands and held them.
You grinned at the heat they generated.

He held your gaze, “Y/N I was ignoring you because I wanted to try to keep you safe and let you find someone better, but I want to be that person because you make me better. I know this is coming out of nowhere but you’re my imprint, I thought I could ignore it for your sake but I can’t and I don’t want too. If you’ll let me, I want to be the one to make you feel safe and make you laugh because you do all of that for me.”


When Sam heard that Paul had asked you to go for a walk to discuss the imprint he was thrilled, as much as he was unhappy at first he knew that an imprint was a powerful thing and that Paul was one of the strongest wolves in the pack.

Given the fact that you’d spent the past few weeks staring at him like a love sick puppy, he didn’t expect you to come storming down the beach with Paul behind you. You pointed at Sam, “You! We’re supposed to be friends, why didn’t you warn me about this mutt!”

“Mutt!” Paul barked, “This mutt is way too good for you, you stuck up prude.”

The pack stopped to watch you and Paul shouting at them all. Sam stood, held his hands up and asked, “Woah, woah, what’s happening?”
“Imprint!” You snapped, “As if I’d be tethered to that for the rest of my life.”
“Yeah well you’re no prize!” Paul snapped back.

Sam and the rest of the pack looked between the pair of you, horrified by the turn of the events. Emily, who had been watching from the back, took pity on her wolf and stepped beside Sam, “To say you’re so angry Paul, you’re not shaking.” She pointed out.

Paul sent you a side eyed glance; you were the first to break from your angry façade. A grin spread across your features and Paul followed suit as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his head on you shoulder and laughed, “Okay so we’re busted.”
“What just happened?” Sam asked Emily.
Emily brushed his hair to one side, “I think their chat went well, they were pretending to be angry at each other.”
“Is this true?” Sam asked you both.
“Yep.” You grinned.
“Why?” He asked incredulously.
“Not much else in the way of entertainment around here.” Paul explained for you before kissing your cheek.

“So you just decided to mess with all Paul?” Quil asked.
“Hey, it wasn’t my idea.” Paul laughed and moved one arm from your waist so that he could point at you. You swatted his hand and giggled.
“Great, now there are two of them.” Jared groaned and the rest of the pack joined him.

Paul whispered in your ear, “So, how else do you want to mess with these guys?”
You leaned back so that you could kiss his cheek and answer, “Oh I have a few ideas.”

When We Collide (Part 17)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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“Are you gonna eat that?”

“No, actually garlic has made me kind of nausea lately-,” Your eyes widened in surprise when the bread on your plate was gone like a light, you didn’t even get the chance to finish your sentence. 

“So you can just have it…” You nodded your head in confirm and leaned back on your chair wishing that this ‘blind date’ could be finished as soon as possible. 

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Helloooo~ It’s been awhile since I’ve post anything due to me being busy, BUT! I wanted to post this reaction that I wrote awhile ago but never got to post on here! It is quite a bit long, I was wondering if I should just put it under each individual member but then I thought, fuck it! Lmao, I hope you all enjoy! 

P.S. Congrats to our boys for their BBMA win! Truly inspiring and a big step for K-pop! I’m so proud of them for chasing their dreams and not giving a fuck about what those haters got to say



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She’s gone… She’s really gone…” Jin thought as he laid in his bed. The faint smell of your perfume lingered on his pillow and he couldn’t help but bury his head deep inside the pillow, as if the more he smelled it, you would come back. Jin closed his eyes as he remembered;

“Oppa! Aish~ I bet you don’t even miss me when I’m not here with you because you have Namjoon-oppa to keep you warm! I bet when I’m not here snuggling with you, Namjoon-oppa keeps you good company,” you had pouted.

“Thats right. Namjin is better than Y/N & Jin,” Jin had chuckled while pulling you into his arms and snuggling you closer to his chest. Kissing you lightly on the forehead and whispering love words only for you.

Jin opened his eyes, tears welling up. He missed you so much. He missed the way you mimicked his windshield wiper laugh and the way you cooked for him, even though most of the time they weren’t even edible. He missed the way you took care of him, looking after him. He was the eldest in the group and was used to taking care of the other members, he’d forgotten how it felt to be taken care of. The tears fell down as he closed his eyes, holding in the scream he wanted to let out. “How could you do this to me Y/N? I loved you so much, I thought we had forever….” Jin wondered thoughtlessly.


Originally posted by berry852

The living room was dark, the only light source was from the lamp lit besides the bed. The Daesang trophy sat on the dresser across from Suga who was on the bed,  the trophy sat staring at him, as if taunting him. “We won an award today Y/N…. We got Daesang….” Suga thought staring at the gleaming trophy. The other members were out celebrating with Bang PD-Nim and the other staff while he had opt to come home, saying that he was too tired to party. Everyone knew it was lie, they knew he was hurting, but what could they say? Jimin had offered to come home with him but Suga had told him to go celebrate. He didn’t want anyone to suffer with him.“Why… did you leave me like this?!” Suga thought angrily as he stared at the trophy. “Why…” he thought as he closed his eyes tightly, suppressing the anger. 

~Flash to the past~ 

“Oppa! Let’s go out to eat! We haven’t gone out in so long! Just one dinner and you can come back and work on your song,” you had pleaded going full-on aegyo mode. “Maybe another night, I’m busy Jagi, I really like the way this song is coming together,” Suga had replied not even turning to look at you from his computer screen. “Just one night, I swearrr,” you pleaded. Giving in, Suga turned to look at you, sighing and telling you, “okay fine, just let me save these lyrics and this beat and transfer it to my phone.” You had shot up from your spot on the sofa in the Bangtan Room and started dancing for successfully making him cave in. Suga smiled at your silly dancing, grabbed you by the waist and lightly resting his forehead on yours.Later at the dinner, Suga had ignored you, his eyes only on his phone, his lips wordlessly murmuring lyrics. The whole time, you stared at him, willing him to look up and smile his gummy smile at you and at least start a decent conversation with you. He never did. The only time he looked up was to order and to eat. When you arrived home, you had let him have it, complaining about him working all the time.“You didn’t even talk to me! We just ate- in silence! Because you were too busy writing down lyrics. Dammit Yoongi! You’re making me go crazy, I just wanted a nice evening out with you to catch up and eat and you couldn’t even do that. Am I not important? I understand your music and career is important but could you at least make a little time for me? Is 5 minutes too much to ask for?” you looked at him, holding back tears.

Suga had looked at you with annoyance in his eyes and shot back “Jesus Y/N, you are important, but you know I live for music and I was… I don’t know, I just had to write it down before I forgot it.

Yeah, I guess so, I guess I’m always the last thing on your list of things to-do,” you had said before turning away from him.

~Flashback to the present~

Suga opened his eyes, gasping for air. Yeah, he was a piece of shit. He should’ve showed you he loved you when you were still around. Now you were gone. You were dead. 6 feet under the ground, laying in a coffin that had been nailed shut. He had always pushed you behind, focusing on his music, forgetting about dates and text messages. Forgetting about you while you were at home anxiously waiting for him to come home or at least shoot you a text. “I’m a piece of shit,” Suga thought glumly. Looking at the trophy, Suga thought to himself in the stilled darkness. “All I wanted was a Daesang… All my life, I just wanted to be a successful artist, producer, and rapper. I was so focused on making music and winning that Daesang that I forgot I already had the best trophy with me. That trophy was Y/N. Now I lost her, I can never hear her voice nor listen to her snoring besides me. I got a Daesang. But I lost my one true love…” tears streamed down Suga’s eyes as he realized what a fool he was to lose you.


Originally posted by fngertipmv

Just smile. Smile, you can do that. You can do it,” J-Hope recited in his head as he smiled to the cameras. “C'mon, you do it better than that!!! I’m J freaking Hope!” he screamed internally. As the whole BTS moved on from the cameras, a reporter screamed loudly “J-Hope! J-Hope! How are you feeling?! How is life like after Y/N?” He froze dead in his track. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…. My precious Y/N…” J-Hope held down the urge to attack the stupid reporter. “No comment,” said Suga, as he glared daggers at the reporter making the reporter shrink back. Suga grabbed onto J-Hope’s arms and dragged him to the van, taking them to their photoshoot.

Arriving at the location of the photoshoot, every member had their individual shots for their upcoming album, as the photographer was taking pictures of J-Hope, the photographer suddenly stop, looked at J-Hope and said loudly, “Sir, your expression looks too dull, please, be brighter.” J-Hope smiled, well, grimaced actually. After a couple of shots, the photographer told him that it would do for now. J-Hope walked away from the set, too tired to even look at the photos. Once in the break/waiting room, he plopped himself down in the nearest seat and closed his eyes. “You know, holding it in isn’t going to do you any good, talk to us Hyung.” J-Hope heard Rap Monster say. J-Hope shook his head no. He wasn’t going to talk about it. He didn’t want to. “Leave it, don’t bother him,” Suga said somewhere from the room. J-Hope opened his eyes to see every member looking at him. He made eye contact with each individual one and lastly saw their manager walk into the room. He stood up and walked over to the manager. “Manager, am I done for the day? May I head back to the hotel?” J-Hope asked. The manager stared at J-Hope’s face before finally giving him the okay to leave.

Once alone in the hotel, J-Hope took a long hot shower and sat done on the armchair staring out into the night view of Hong Kong. Ah, Hong Kong, he loved visiting Hong Kong. The way the skyscrapers stood tall, as if they grew from underneath the ground and were reaching towards the skies. Reaching into his pant pocket, he took out his phone and opened up his iPhone. Your photo appeared and his heart did a double take. “I miss you Y/N. I miss you so much, why didn’t you wait for me, at least wait for me to see you one last time…” J-Hope cried. He glanced through all the photos you had once took on his phone, silly ones, laughing, sticking out your tongue. He clicked on a video he had taken of you, turning up the volume.“Look, look, look, I said look!!!” you screamed joyfully. You were dressed up as a horse for Halloween and were dancing to Dope. “I’m J-Horse, J-Dope!” you laughed maniacally as you did  messed up the tricky footwork and tripped over the ridiculously long tail of the horse costume. “Aishhh~ My Jagi is so adorable!” J-Hope heard himself say as you continued to dance pretending to be J-Hope.The tears were coming out too fast now, his vision blurry, the video ended and he started crying, bawling his eyes out.

“I miss you so much Y/N. You were my happiness, with you, I didn’t have to pretend about being happy. With you, I was truly happy. I could be my true self with you, tell you my deepest secrets and you didn’t judge me, you helped me through my depression, even with antis attacking me and sending me hate through the internet, you had always been supporting me, loving me even when I couldn’t love myself. You accepted me the way I was when others couldn’t, and now you’re gone. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you,” J-Hope lamented as he cried into the night, your photo smiling back at him on his phone screen.


Originally posted by joonjuly

***The song mentioned is Leona Lewis’s song “Yesterday” please go listened to it if you haven’t heard it, its a beautiful song!

~I just can’t believe you’re gone,

~Still waiting for morning to come,

~Want to see if the sun will rise,

~Here without you by my side,

Leona Lewis crooned in the background as Rap Monster sat in the kitchen eating cold leftovers. All the members were out doing there own things, with the exception of Suga who was sleeping as usual in his room. Rap Monster rarely listened to love songs. He was often listening to the latest rap song by his favorite artists and getting inspired by daily life to write his own beautiful lyrics. But on the occasions that he did happened to come across a meaningful love song, such as this particular song, he listened to it on repeat.

~When we had so much in store,

~Tell me what is it I’m reaching for,

~When we’re through building memories

~I’ll hold yesterday in my heart

Rap Monster slammed his chopsticks to the table, breaking them. He pushed the plate of tasteless food away from him. He didn’t have any more appetite. Not after everything that’s happened. He ran his hands through his hair, finally resting his head in his hands, covering his eyes. He let the music wash over him.

“I’m so tired Y/N… I’m so tired of fronting… Tired of acting like I’m fine.. I’m not fine. I miss you,” the unspoken words rung in his head. He gritted his teeth together as he reminisce about you-


“You know… To be completely honest with you, I don’t even see you as RAP MONSTER or Namjoon… I see you as… you. I don’t know if that makes sense,” you said catching him off guard.

“What?” Rap Monster had chuckled at you. “What do you mean you don’t see me as Rap Monster or Namjoon? My name is Namjoon, silly girl.”

“No.. I mean like, I know we are all given names from our parents, dumbass. But like, you know, when you’re RAP MONSTER, you’re tough and manly, not that you’re not manly now, but like you have this vibe around you. When you’re RAP MONSTER, you’re the leader of BTS, you’re the fierce don’t-mess-with-me-or-i’ll-cypher-you-up guy. When you’re NAMJOON, you’re the you that everyone in your close private life knows. The one your parents know, you’re childhood friends know. When you’re Brain Monster, haha, IQ148. Your members get to know both RAP MONSTER & NAMJOON. But for me… What I mean by being you, I mean that I know you. Well I think I know you. You let your guards down and you’re just being you… silly, full of aegyo, dorky, and kind of a sarcastic asshole at time, but caring and lovable. You’re a different Namjoon. I think that this side of Namjoon isn’t seen by everyone. Sorry, if this doesn’t make that much sense, i’m all over the place,” you had laughed at the end.

Rap Monster had sat there looking at you, processing what you had said. Sure, you didn’t make sense a little, but thats what he loved about you. You said what was on your mind even if it didn’t make any sense. What you said though, was right. He was a different person with you. With you, you made him feel exposed. Naked even. Although you were a little quirky, you made him feel so comfortable and loved that he soon let down his walls for you. You got to see the side of him that nobody else had seen. The one where he could be his true form, without having any worries. He could confide in you. Talk to you about anything, even if it was touchy subjects, he knew you would listen him out. You didn’t see him as Brain Monster with IQ of 148. You didn’t see him as Rap Monster. You saw him as a human being. As a delicate fragile person.

~Flashback to the Present~

~You always used to say I should be thankful for every day

~Heaven knows what the future holds or at least how the story goes

~But I never believed them till now

~I know I’ll see you again I’m sure no it’s not selfish to ask for more

~One more night one more day

~One more smile on your face but they can’t take yesterday

~I thought our days would last forever

~But it wasn’t our destiny

~‘Cause in my mind we had so much time

~But I was so wrong

~Now I can believe that I can still find the strength in the moments we made

~I’m looking back on yesterday

The tears he held inside for so long slowly made their way out. Snaking down his cheeks, dropping onto the wooden table. He laughed. Laughed out the pain. The laughing only lasted for about a couple seconds before he was gasping, clutching his side, shaking with sadness, crying in despair.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he whispered your name over and over again as he continued to cry softly.


Originally posted by the-rap-man

“Jimin! It’s kick, kick, spin, arms out, left foot, turn and jump!” the choreographer exclaimed as he ran his hand through hair.“I’m sorry,” Jimin replied. He hated when the members couldn’t get the choreography right and when it was him who was the problem, he hated it even more. He despised making mistakes. “It’s getting too late,” the choreographer said looking down at his watch. “Let’s all just call it a night and go home, get a good nights rest and we’ll do this again tomorrow.“ The rest of the BTS members nodded their head in unison and the choreographer left the room, leaving the members alone to gather their things and go.

"Jimin-ah, let’s go,” V said as he came up to Jimin. Jimin shrugged V off.“You guys go first, I’ll come home soon,” said Jimin.“It’s almost 3 in the morning Jimin-hyung. Let’s just go home,” Jungkook persist. “No. Just go, leave me alone,” Jimin said turning his back on them. “Whatever then,” Suga said shooting Jimin a worried glance but since he was so exhausted, he exited the room going home. “You better be home by 4,” Jin said sternly. Jimin nodded curtly as the other members stared at him for his reaction. “I know you’re upset, but don’t overwork yourself, you’ll just end up fried from it and it won’t be good for your health. Y/N wouldn’t want that for you. Just so you know,” Rap Monster said resting a hand on Jimin’s shoulder before heading out. Jimin locked his jaws. He so wanted to hit Rap Monster for mentioning your name. That caught him by surprised. He wasn’t a violent person. But with your passing, it had taken such a toll on him, his mood swings were out of control. Jungkook and V gave you a glance and without a word left.

“Want me to stay and help you?” J-Hope asked. He was also the Choreographer leader and the ever helpful hyung. “No Hyung, you go home and rest, I promise I’ll get it down by tonight and I’ll be back at 4am,” Jimin said hoping to persuade J-Hope. “Well, if you insist…” J-hope said as he gathered his stuff, giving Jimin a quick one arm hug and leaving the room. Finally alone, Jimin turned up the music and started dancing to full capacity. As he danced the new moves, your past comments about his dancing made their way into his mind. 


“Oppa, don’t try so hard! You look good enough as it is!” you had said.FLASH!“Jiminie~ look at that jibootayyyy~” you had playfully teased.


“Omo, look at that little tummy! I like what I see! I like those cinnamon rolls better than those chocolate abs,” you had said smiling making Jimin laugh out loud.

Ugh! Jimin collapsed to the bare empty floor of the practice room, the music cascading over him. He laid on the floor, covering his eyes with his arms. He could feel the sweat rolling off of his body and he could hear his heart thumping loudly, as if it was trying to break out of his rib cage. “I hate this. I hate that you left me, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!!!” he screamed. “I hate you Y/N! Do you hear me? I hate you so much! I hope you can hear me wherever you are?!” he continued to scream.Jimin crawled to the music player, turning it off and laid back down on his back. He had so many questions for you, why you left him in this world by himself. He thought he would get to be with his first love, he thought he would get to marry you and you would have his kids. He wanted you to be the mother of his kids. But now you were gone. You left without a word, and he never got to see you. He had been overseas promoting his new album with group when word got to him that you had gone back to the heavenly. Just thinking about it got him angry. “Why God, why?! Why did you have to take her back so soon…” he thought as he laid drenched in his own tears and sweat.


Originally posted by vminv

5 months. 5 months since you had left him without any warning. 5 months since you had died. Wasn’t it suppose to get better? Wasn’t the pain suppose to subside? Each day seemed harder than the last to V.

V took a swig of beer as some stupid love song played from Jungkook’s room. “Kookie-ah! TURN IT DOWN!!!” V yelled angrily. The music continued to play as V took another impatient gulp of the bitter beer.

~Flashback to the past~

“Oppa, do you know that drinking 2 or more alcoholic drinks each day can shorten your life at about 23 years? Please don’t drink! I want you to live with me forever!” you had exclaimed.

“Okay, okay, Y/N, I promise I will only drink on special occasions, other than that, I will try not to do it so much,” V had promised you.

“Pinky promise oppa?” you had said.

“Pinky promise,” V said as his pinky finger entwined with yours.

~Flashback to the present~

“Pinky promise my ass. Pssh. Yeah, live with forever, what a lie,” V thought angrily, downing the beer bottle, throwing it away and reaching for another one. “Liar, liar, pants on fire,” the accusations continued in his clouded mind. As he was about to open the new bottle of fresh liquor, Jungkook snatched it out of his hand, throwing it across the room.

“HYUNG! YOU CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS!” Jungkook screamed at him. “I know you’re hurt, but that doesn’t mean that you have to waste your life away. I understand Y/N is gone, but what?! You drinking is and getting drunk is going to bring her back?!”

“Go away you pest, sheesh, always in my way of things,” V slurred. Yeah, he wasn’t in his right mind. But the thing that was as clear as day in his mind? You. You were. He would try to sleep and you would invade his dreams. He would be drunk out of his mind, and all he could see were you scolding him, laying out drinking facts to him. “I know what I’m doing kid, just leave me be,” V said as he reached down again to grab a new bottle.

“This can’t go on any longer,” the harsh sound of the leader cut through the air like a knife. V looked up to see Rap Monster glaring down at him. V smirked and said “Wah? Wahcha gunn do?” Rap Monster glared at him and was about to say something when J-Hope stepped in. “V-ssi, go take a shower and go to sleep, go sober up. You look like shit.” With a last glance at Rap Monster, J-Hope, and Jungkook, V got up and slowly made his way to the restroom, knocking over things and laughing all the way.


A little sobered up, V walked the lonely cold streets of Seoul, drowning in his thoughts. “Maybe a shot of whiskey would make me feel better,” he thought. He looked up to the moon and swore. “Y/N… I just can’t believe it. I thought you said you wanted to live with me forever, but you were the one to leave me first. How can you say things and not mean them. What are words if you don’t mean them when you say them? Y/N…”

He walked the lonely streets, lost in his thoughts before walking into the park that he had taken you on your first date together. He walked until he saw the bench that you both had sat on, where he first had asked you out, then had proposed to… He sat down on the bench. Looking to his right, was your spot. Memories invaded him as he sat there motionless. You laughing there, you smiling and cracking stupid jokes. You feeding him strawberries, you just holding his hands and resting your head on his shoulder. God he missed you. He missed you so much.

“Y/N…..” V whispered your name as he sat on the cold wired bench letting the tears flow freely.


Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

Jungkook sat against the walls, looking at the only picture he had left of you. A single polaroid of you sleeping peacefully with his jacket covering you, your hair splaying out in different directions. This polaroid, the only memory he had left. This picture, he took everywhere with him, stuffing it in his wallet, and looking at it whenever he missed you.

“I’m so sorry Y/N… If only I had made it in time…” he weeped silently. Some people say that he didn’t know what love was. Being the maknae that he was and his young age, people often assumed that he didn’t know anything. “You don’t know what love is- you don’t know this, you don’t know that-” the comments from strangers.

But god, did he know. He looked at your picture once again hearing your last words ring in his head; “Kookie-oppa… I… I love you so much. And I miss you. Please tell me you love and miss me too,” you had said.

“I love you and miss you so much baby, when I get back from tour, I promise to take you to eat at your favorite restaurant and we can come back and play Overwatch!” Jungkook had said excitedly not knowing you were on your deathbed.

you had chuckled faintly and told him, “I’d love to… Promise me to always be happy okay? And work hard, and love deeply.”

Jungkook had been confused at the time, not knowing why you were saying what you were saying but he had agreed. Then, you told him you loved him one last time and before he knew it, all he could hear were the sounds of muffled cries. “Whats going on?!” he had thought. “Jungkook, my daughter has passed away. She just wanted one last phone call with you and not let you know that it was her time. I’m so sorry son.” your father had told Jungkook chilling him to the bones.

With the news of you dying, Jungkook had frozed. You? Dying? When were you ever sick?! He was your boyfriend and he never once knew of anything, any diseases, illness that you had had. What kind of boyfriend was he?!

Jungkook continued to weep as he remembered your funeral, you had laid peacefully in the coffin, not one trace of worry on your delicate face. He had ran home, cried his heart out and yelled at himself for being a terrible person. His hyungs had tried to comfort him but it just made him feel worse.

I’ve failed you Y/N… I’ve failed you. I loved you, I still love you. I love you, I love you, please just come back,” Jungkook cried as he stared at your photo.


((previous: sent.))


Anxiety: logan fck i rcewed up its alle my fauly

mr serious: Anxiety? Are you alright?

Anxiety: i dint fuxkinf know crap logic prinde hayes me i sctewed up

mr serious: Where are you? It’s five in morning, you’re obviously not okay. I’m coming to get you, and then you can explain.

Anxiety: ni just let mf fucking rot here okat i dony deserve yoi

mr serious: You’re worrying me. Tell me where you are or I’ll get the others to help me look.

Anxiety: im fune altight?? perfwctky fien. i jusy need you to use your dimb logic or whatevet to talk me out ot this dumh attack

mr serious: You’re having an attack?! If you don’t want to tell me where you are, can you call me?

Anxiety: ni too harf to breathe lrt alone tslk

mr serious: Alright. Then tell me how this happened. I think you mentioned Prince? Did Roman say something?

Anxiety: princet didnt ssy anything. i messed uo and didnt help him hwen he needed me and i dont even deserve your help right now

mr serious: What do you mean?

Anxiety: i got upsetbbevause he didnt want me as a friend and thsys stupud i know but then i was already freaking out and then he tells me hes been having nightmared and nust wanted to talk to me and logann i messed up

mr serious: Would it help you if I checked up on Roman, since you won’t tell me where you are? Also, I know I’m not the best with understanding and interpreting emotions but it’s easy to tell that Roman is fond of you.

Anxiety: yes please and why would he like me

Anxiety: i mesn im literally the worst person alive so like ??

mr serious: We talked about this, Anxiety. You need to learn that your negative thoughts aren’t based on fact.

Anxiety: im sorry.

mr serious: If it would make you feel better and ease your mind, we can check on him together?

Anxiety: what if he doesnt want to see me

mr serious: Then we’ll find out together.


logan!!: Anxiety and most likely Roman are in distress. I know it’s early but when you wake up, can you please make them breakfast? There are things they need to sort out.

Pat: of course!! I’ll get on it right away. what’s up with them?

logan!!: Anx texted me earlier saying that he screwed up, and I finally managed to get a little bit of the story out of him. He’s a bit incomprehensible right now. I’ll keep you updated.

Pat: thank you!!


Tie Guy: Anxiety and I are outside your door. I know I’m probably not the one you’d want knowing about your nightmares but Anxiety’s a mess. He needs you, Roman.

You know, I’m 22 years old. By some standards that’s still really young (maybe not to tumblr users cause most of y'all are 14). But I have lived a really interesting life that I’m becoming really proud of. I have stories for just about anything. I’ve experienced a lot because of my natural curiosity and not being afraid of doing new things. Looking back it’s kind of crazy I’m even still alive because of some of the things I’ve done lol. But I’m alive and well and full of so many incredible memories that make me so happy and get me through anything. Feeling sad? Maybe I’ll think back to the time I got lost in the mountains of Mallorca, Spain and decided to just meditate on a cliff that overlooked the Mediterranean Sea surrounded by nothing but natural beauty. The sun shining on my face and the sound of waves crashing hundreds of feet below. I lost track of time. By the time I got back to the small town of port de soller the last bus had already left and my phone died, forcing me to hitch hike back to Palma…on the other side of the island. Met some really nice people that were more than happy to help. It was the best worst luck I’ve had and made me feel so at peace with everything. Never a happier moment…and a moment that would probably freak the average person out. Feeling unattractive and shitty? Yep you have a memory that will fix that thought right up. Feeling lonely? Nope. Memories.
The point is. Don’t be afraid of what life has to offer. Make some memories.

anira8884  asked:

Look i love you and shance is my jam so im telling you i am willing to die for aranged marriage shance or fake dating shance because those are my most favorite tropes in the entire universe. I hope you are not bored anymore i love you okay bye

I know you’ve sent this my way before, and before I was super hesitant to do this because of my writing ability, but you’ve been so kind in waiting for me to finally do something like this, so I’ll try my best todo is justice.


Lance may or may not be on the brink of an anxiety attack. Ok, he might be having it right now because finals were over. Which was great! No school, no tests, no homework. What isn’t good news is that he has to go home. And home is where his mother is. Expecting him. And his boyfriend that he’s been telling her about for months. A boyfriend that he does not actually have. That is why he is passing back and forth in his dorm, rambling on and on about how much of a dead man he is when he gets home.

“Why don’t you just tell your mom that you two broke up? That happens all the time.” Hunk suggests. Pidge doesn’t miss a beat, adding on “especially with you.” Lance stops pacing for a moment and gives Pidge an unamused glare. “This is serious guys! I told my mom that things were getting serious, I can’t just call her up and say we broke up. She’s going to ask what happens, and then my entire summer is going to be filled with her trying to pair me off with someone. Which is the exact reason I told her I had a boyfriend in the first place!”

Lance falls back onto his bed with a groan, just trying to figure out how to keep his mother from setting him up on ‘accidental’ dates with pretty much every gay, bi, or curious guy in their town. He’s glad that his mother is supportive of him, and is always trying to be helpful. But sometimes, it’s just too much. That’s why he told her that he already had a boyfriend, so hat he doesn’t have to go through another summer being set up at any possible moment. He wasn’t expecting his mother demanding he bring his ‘great boyfriend’ with him for the first week of summer. He tried to make an excuse as to why his 'boyfriend’ couldn’t come, but his mother had already made up her mind and even started setting up the guest room for 'him’.

This the freak out. Since there wasn’t any body to take home with him. Lance groans again even louder. Ready to just call his mother and tell her that he and his 'boyfriend’ broke up, or something. That is, until he got the best idea ever. Lance shoots up and opens up his contacts in his phone. He kept scrolling through his contacts, and even gains Pidge’s attention away from her computer.

“What are you doing Lance?”

“I think I figured out a solution to my problem! Aha!” Lance found the contact he was looking for and hits the call button. He holds the phone to his ear, hearing the ringing on the other line. The 3rd ring stops midway, interrupted by a disgruntled “yeah?”

“Hey Keith! Is your brother there?”


“Great! Can you put him on?”

“Ugh, fine, just make it quick.” Yup. The ever grumpy emo of their group.

“Lance you aren’t seriously asking Keith to pretend to be your boyfriend are you?” Pidge asks, getting Hunk to look away from his own packing looking at Lance like he just ate a ghost pepper. Again.

“No way. Like if ever ask mullet to be my boyfriend. Pretend or not.” He hears a some grumbles on the line, and then another voice is speaking through the speaker.

“hey Lance. Keith said you wanted to talk?”

Lance returns his attention back to his phone, crossing his fingers as he talks.

“Yeah. Do you still have nothing to do for the summer?”

“Yeah, with Keith going on his cross country hiking trip, I’ve got pretty much nothing going on. Why?”

Lance takes in a dead breath, hoping to any gods that are looking down on him.

“I have a proposal for you…”


Lance drives into he driveway, making sure he doesn’t hit any of the other parked cars. He parks the car and looks over to his 'boyfriend’ Shiro. Trying to figure out how lucky he got when Shiro agreed to pretend to be his boyfriend for a week at his parents place. It might have been the promise of home cooked food and being able to get out of his and Keith’s apartment, but lance isn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“So do you remember what we talked about on the way here? Do you want to go over anything before we do this?”

Shiro lets out a laugh, which surprising helps some of Lance’s nerves. “Yeah, I think I got it all. And if I forget anything, I’ll just look to you. But don’t you think this is going a bit far?”

“Once you meet my family, especially my mom, you’ll understand.” Lance retorts, watching Shiro laugh again as he steps out of the jeep onto the gravel drive way. Lance lets out a little chuckle himself and follows suit, walking towards the trunk to help get their bags out. He leads Shiro, who took most of the bags, up the porch yo the door, and doesn’t even get to knock on the door before it’s flung open and large man wraps Lance up into a hug that could rival Hunk’s (not that Lance would ever tell him) and with a booming voice calls out “LANCE IS HOME!!!” And lance can’t help but laugh at his uncle Philippe, hugging back as best as he can.

As soon as his uncle puts him back down, he’s overrun with little children, all clamping to either hug him or look at Shiro like he’s some sort of wild animal. Lance finally is able to untangle himself from tiny arms, he takes hold of Shiro’s hand, well more like his finger, and lead him inside the house. Navigating around all the aunts, uncles, brothers and sisters, Lance is able to get Shiro into the guest room with as minimal questions and prodding from his family as possible, but he can tell that Shiro has caught on as to why Lance quizzes him on heir 'history’ the entire way there.

“Your family is definitely…”

“A lot?”

“I was going to say lively, but that works too.” Shiro huffs out with a chuckle, dropping the bags at his feet.

“Yeah, sorry about that, they just REALLY like meeting new people. Especially if it’s someone like a boyfriend or girlfriend. But if any of hem get super weird or intrusive, just let them know and they’ll back off. Usually.” Lance reassures Shiro, knowing that he’s still a little uneasy about his prosthetic arm. Shiro gives him an appreciated smile and sits next to him on the bed. “Thanks Lance.” Lance looks up at Shiro, unable to keep his smile and his own appreciation out of his voice. “I should be thanking you Shiro, you are helping me dodge a huge bullet by being here.” Shiro looks to Lance and pats his hand on his knee. “Well I hope the good is as good as you proclaimed all the way here.” Shiro smiles and offers his hand to Lance, who takes it and leads them out of the room, back into the fray of noisy relatives and overexcited nieces and nephews.


Lance wasn’t lying about the food, it was truly out of this world. Shiro scoops another spoonful of the homemade stir fry into his mouth, trying to pick out one voice from the other as everyone around the table chatters away with each other.

Lance wasn’t kidding about his family wanting to ask any question they want, they asked about pretty much everything about their make believe relationship; how they met, what their first date was, their first kiss, pretty much anything about their relationship. Shiro was very glad Lance drilled all of it into him during the ride there. A few of the kids had asked about his arm, but Lance would immediately redirects them to a game or something else, and helping Shiro if he ever needed to just take a break from answering so many questions. Lance just always seemed to know when to be there. God, Shiro does not regret pretending being Lance’s boyfriend. If only it wasn’t really pretending.

Ok. So Shiro had a pretty big crush on Lance. No big deal. It’s not like Shiro would ever tell Lance his feelings, or if Lance would ever accept his feelings. But if he could do this for Lance, than he would happily do it again.


Shiro snaps out of his thoughts and looks over to Mrs. McClain who was sitting next to him.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh. Well, ask away.” Shiro gives her his best impressive smile, prepared to answer something about his and Lance’s relationship.

“How did you know you wanted to date my boy? What about him swept you off your feet?” Shiro could feel the blush grow rapidly across his face.

“Mom!” Lance almost screeches, gaining the attention of everyone else at the table. It grows increasingly quite as all eyes are on Shiro. “Shiro you don’t have to-”

“I guess, it was his jokes at first. I mean, yeah they were pretty cheesy, but they always helped lighten the mood. And then it was the smaller things that no one really notices. How he will always put his friends first; how he’ll take care of his friends whenever their sick or upset. He’ll make sure everyone is comfortable and happy, even if it means he isn’t all the time. And then when we shared a class, I saw how focused and passionate he about his classes and his interests. How he’s so protective of his friends and doesn’t let anyone stop him when he gets an idea in his head, even if they aren’t the best. He sorta worked his way into my heart with each moment that I got to know him more. ” everyone is speechless with Shiro’s answer, Lance looking at him with such surprise and it was stunning, seeing Lance be caught off guard like that. His mother seems to be satisfied with his answer and goes about asking one of Lance’s sisters about her work, snapping everyone out of whatever stupor they were caught in and resuming their conversations, gladly taking the spotlight off of Shiro. Who went back to eating, trying to ignore the red blush that still decorate his scarred nose and cheeks.


It was late at night, everyone else was pretty much asleep or heading off to bed themselves. Shiro was able to head back it to the front porch, taking in the clear night sky and all of the stars that was usually so hard to see in the city. The front door squeaks open, and Shiro turns in his spot, expecting to see Lance. Instead, it was his mother, who happily takes a seat on the stair above Shiro, looking up into the night sky in a oddly comforting silence.

Hey both continue to enjoy the view in their mutual silence, until lance’s mother speaks.
“When you do ask out my boy, I’m sure he won’t hesitate saying yes.” It was said so calm and so matter-of-fact, that it left Shiro staring at her, gaping at her. How did she find out?
“I-I don’t know what you mean. I’m already dating Lance.” That came out much more shaky then Shiro would like it to be. Mrs. McClain chuckles to herself and looks down to Shiro.
“Honey, do you really think my boy can lie to me? I knew from the moment you got here. But I also saw how much you actually like him.”
Shiro tries to stammer out some sort of response, his blush growing more and more. It was probably already taking over his neck.
“So just know that when you two do start dating, for real, I’ll be very happy he found someone like you.” And with that, she got up and left Shiro to his stuttering thoughts and the stars in the sky.
Well, so much for fooling his family. But Shiro can’t exactly say that he’s not happy he had that chat with his mother.

Shiro looks back up to the stars, and whispers to himself “when we start dating, huh? That’s a nice idea.”


Tada! Finally did it! I added I some pining Shiro because why not, and don’t try and fool mama McClain, she can tell when any of her children are lying.

I really hope you enjoy this! I know I had some fun writing this!

anonymous asked:

from the prompt game. kuroken. "we need to talk". pretty please?

Tetsurou paces in his room, one hand mussing up his hair. He received the simple text message two hours ago, and after only three minutes of intense panicking, replied with a come over whenever. Kenma’s seen the text, Tetsurou knows, but has sent no reply. He does that all the time, but this one time in particular is quite a nerve-wracking one.

There’s a small knock on his door. Tetsurou whirls around to find his best friend standing in the open doorway, eyes trained on the floor. For a moment, he just stands there, staring. Kenma looks the same as always, dressed in sweats and hair messy from lying in bed all day like he does when there’s no practice. The word ‘soft’ comes to Tetsurou’s mind. He tells his mind to shut up.

“Kenma,” he says. “You—you said you wanted to talk.”

He receives a nod. Kenma steps into his room, footsteps light as he picks his way through the mess of clothes and textbooks. He doesn’t come very far, leaving at least three feet between them. 

“So, uh. What… What is it?” Tetsurou winces at how hesitant he sounds. Usually, he can read Kenma like an open book, a rare skill he’s had years of friendship to develop. But sometimes, and more often now, as he’s approaching the end of his high school career, sometimes Kenma seems to be somewhere far away, even as he physically stands close enough to touch.

Kenma doesn’t answer right away. His eyes are on the open notebooks on Tetsurou’s desk. “You were studying?”

“Uh, yeah. Entrance exams coming up soon.”

Silence falls between them again, but it’s not their usual comfortable one. It’s too charged, too nervous. Tetsurou doesn’t know where to look. 

“Kuro,” Kenma says, finally. His fingers are picking at the hem of his sweater, but he lifts his wide eyes to meet Tetsurou’s. There’s a storm in them, and Tetsurou can’t look away. “I have to tell you something. Before—before you graduate. And leave.”

“I’m not leaving forever,” he replies automatically. I’m not leaving you, he doesn’t say. “But uh. Okay. Go—go ahead.”

“I like you.”

Tetsurou doesn’t think he heard right. “Wh—”

“I like you,” Kenma repeats, a definite blush on his cheeks now, but he holds his gaze. “Like, like like you. I don’t know why, because you’re a huge nerd, and your bedhead is ridiculous, and you don’t know when to stop, and you laugh like a hyena—”

“What—” Tetsurou feels slightly attacked, though most of him is kind of sort of really highkey freaking out, with Kenma’s quiet little I like you ringing in his head like a mantra. 

“—but I do. I like you.” Kenma releases a breath, letting his eyes drop back onto the floor. “That’s it. That’s all I got. So. Bye.”

Before Tetsurou can come up with a proper response, Kenma is already gone, leaving behind a shell-shocked Tetsurou, who stares at the after-image of his best friend, open-mouthed and something peculiarly warm starting to swell up in his chest.

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Camera Shy Part 10

Summary: AU. Jughead is an aspiring photographer. His final project requires him to shoot nude photos of someone who inspires him. With no one else to ask Jughead asks Betty. Insecure of her body Betty is quick to shoot the idea down, until Jughead reminds her that she owes him.

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A/N:  thank you to everyone who’s kept up with this story and badgered me into continuing it. It’s been rough but this story is my baby, and I’m relieved I was finally able to update. The next two chapters will be much longer, but with school in full force I don’t know when I’ll be able to update, but I’ll try my best. Much love to you all <3 (PS Riverdale season two starts back up in 24 days!)

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Meeting Taylor

SO everyone’s been asking me for my story of how this amazing picture came into my life:

and so I thought I’d finally get round to sharing my story!! Sorry that it’s taken so long (almost a week - oops!) it’s just been totally crazy with me and I just want to take this chance to first of all thank you for all the reblogs, likes and support you guys gave me, and for being so kind and lovely after it finally happened!!

My 1989 tour story starts at the Glasgow date on 23rd June 2015 (although my story with @taylorswift starts way back). At the Glasgow date, I camped out with some lovely gals from @thescotlandsquad - @forever-dreaming-0f-you, @we-found-wonderland-in-1989, @taylorfreakinswiftt and @tayloralis0nswift! I was actually in Paris the weekend before at a convention, and was due to come home on the 23rd, but wouldn’t have made the concert so I swapped my flights over just so I could go. I wore my big white prom dress and camped all night (literally) with some of the best people - and something wonderful happened!! @taylorswift followed @forever-dreaming-0f-you and @tayloralis0nswift while we were on tumblr trying to let her know that we were already camping out for her!! We freaked out and it was the best. During the day of the concert we met up with a bunch of other fab people from @thescotlandsquad AND I FINALLY GOT TO MEET @panicatthetaylorswiftconcert!! This was all seriously cool and she brought Taylor’s coat that she got given in her valentines day package and she let me try it on and then Gaby said she was meeting Taylor and she took my scrapbook that I made for her in for me (which I will forver be grateful for and you are the best and I miss you) - side note THANK YOU TAYLOR FOR MAKING GABY SO HAPPY BECAUSE SHE IS THE SWEETEST - and then it was time for the show. I was in block 11, and it was the closest I had ever gotten to Taylor during a show (more on that later). I had the time of my life, although my dress was a bit too hot and it was hard to move but I really loved wearing it and people kept coming up to me to say how beautiful I looked and some people even asked for pictures with me, which was lovely. I got to speak to Sierra at the Taylor Nation booth and she was so so lovely. I bumped into @goodgirlwhoshopeful at the TN booth and we talked and then we had a picture of us taken (which would later end up on Taylor’s website!!) I then went to my seat and not long after, I see @nowthat-imclean and her mum being upgraded to pit!! Just after, I see @goodgirlwhoshopeful get upgraded too which is super cool. About halfway through the show, there was a message on the Scotland Squad facebook chat and it said that @oohiremember, @screaminggcolourr and @oohmymymyy had GOTTEN LOFT ‘89! Everyone really really wanted them to get it so we were all really really happy. And then I started to wonder if it was going to happen to me, since Taylor had been following me since May and had noticed my posts before. When it didn’t happen to me, I got so sad (I don’t even want to talk about how sad I was but if anyone saw me at the date after the concert was over you’ll know what I’m talking about.) But now I understand that it wasn’t meant to happen then, and that’s totally totally okay. 

Flash forward to 26th June 2015. Initially, I was only planning on attending the Glasgow date of the 1989 tour, but this was the day it all changed. I was just browsing tumblr when I saw that @xomol  was giving away a free ticket to the london show!! I quickly messaged to see if it was still available, and when she told me it was, I booked my train down without question. I had nowhere to stay or anything, I just hoped I would be able to stay in the train station overnight or something. I didn’t really care, all that mattered to me was seeing Taylor again. I narrowly missed my train the next day, and had to cry my way out of a £60 fine for getting on a later train (as technically my tickets weren’t valid). I got there eventually around 2pm and waited for Molly to arrive with my ticket. Around this time is when I bumped into @showyouincrediblethings who was an absolute darling and we queued for ages together! I got to meet up with my best friend @partyinhannahsroom and her sister while I was there too which was so great! I managed to find the (well hidden) Taylor Nation booth and Sierra was there again, and she recognised me from Glasgow! I said hi and I told her that it was a split decision and that I was just here because I kind of threw caution to the wind and emptied my bank account for the train down. She said she hoped I enjoyed the show and then I wandered off and managed to find @partyinhannahsroom by chance (since it was such a big place and it was all standing!) and then the concert started and Ellie Goulding was incredible and then Taylor came on and I stopped being able to cope with my life when she brought out the squad during Style - seriously Taylor OH MY GOD!! and then I wasn’t fussed about not being noticed by Andrea or anyone that night because I knew chances were really slim anyway and I just wanted to see Taylor again. I was so grateful to see the show a second time because this is the first tour where I’ve been able to go to multiple dates.

A week or so after that, I began to miss Taylor and the 1989 concert terribly, and I wondered about the idea of travelling to Asia to see the tour - since one of my ultimate goals is to see Taylor on every continent that she tours in. I put it out of my head and decided I couldn’t afford it, but when I started making money from my redbubble account I knew that seeing Taylor again was what I wanted to do with the money. I booked my hotel and invited @southwesteros to come to Singapore with me, since she studied it for her graded unit at college and she’d always wanted to visit there. I hadn’t bought my ticket by this point and the show was actually sold out, so I had to buy my ticket from viagogo. I was really worried about it being fake, but it wasn’t so that was good 

As everyone who follows me knows, I made this post about me attending 1989 Singapore this year after I found out where I would be sitting, and I reblogged it from August right through to just days before the concert. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to make any other dates this tour, so this was my last chance. I queued the post to post when I was sleeping, I constantly reblogged it whenever @taylorswift was online and started tweeting it to Taylor Nation on twitter and tagging them in posts about it on instagram. We flew out on November 6th and I didn’t hear anything for ages and ages and I was convinced it wasn’t going to happen, so I just got on my flight to Singapore. We were two hours delayed and then we finally got there on November 7th. When we got there, I logged on to the airport wifi (the first time I’d had wifi in around 24 hours) and I HAD AN EMAIL SAYING THAT TAYLOR NATION HAD DM’d ME ON TWITTER. I started to cry and I couldn’t deal with it and Gail had to calm me down,Then I replied and the next day I got a phonecall from Kevin to say that Taylor had seen my tumblr post that she loved it and everyone at Taylor Nation loved it and that she’d asked to meet me. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening! I thanked Kevin over and over again, and then he was like “we’ll see you tonight then!” and I said my goodbyes. We went around a shopping centre in Singapore and I was FREAKING OUT when I got another phone call - this time it was from Erica! She explained that it wasn’t an official meet and greet, and that it was going to happen backstage before Welcome To New York. She also said she was UPGRADING MY SEAT which meant that Gail could go to the concert which was super cool!! So I got upgraded to front row:

We then went to the venue and queued, here’s a picture of me queueing with my sign (which the venue took from me before I was allowed to get in and they threw it out so I couldn’t have it back but I didn’t really care at this point:

so they took the sign off me and then I went into the venue and sat in my (UPGRADED) seat and waited for Erica to come get me. She came and got me around quarter to 8, and Taylor was due to come on stage around 8. We went backstage and there was also two other girls, but I was the only one from tumblr. We were led to a door and told to wait there, and Taylor’s dancers were warming up right in front of us! A few of them introduced themselves and asked how we were holding up, and then suddenly they were gone and Taylor and Andrea appeared. 

The first thing Taylor did when she arrived was say “Hey Guys!” and came straight to hug me (TAYLOR HUGGED ME WHAT IS MY LIFE) and said “thank you for coming all this way, that’s crazy!” she then spoke to the two other girls who’d been asked to come backstage and I spoke to Mama Swift and she was so so lovely to me and we got this selfie: 

And then it was time for Taylor to talk to me. She came right up to me (I didn’t even have to introduce myself!) and she said: “ You’re so fun to follow on tumblr, you’re so fun!” and she said she’d seen my post that I’d reblogged “like 100 times” so basically she knew everything about me,  then she said my cat was cute and she love cats like that and that she loved that his name was Dusty because “he’s, like, Dusty.” (like the colour) and then I was like “I brought you a cat!!” because I’d brought her a cat toy thing thats hand moves when there’s a battery in it and she said she loved it and that she used to have one but she lost it, so this was really cool. I then said hi from @thescotlandsquad, and gave her Izzy’s (@iknowyouveheardaboutme) URL and she sent Izzy her love and then I told her that she’d saved my life and I thanked her for everything and she took my hands and said thank you too and she was holding my hand the entire time and we got a picture (Erica kept trying to get Taylor to hurry up I think, but she kept on talking to me) and we got a picture and then she had to go and we were led out by one of her team to the B-Stage and given B-Stage wristbands. The guy who was in charge of the B-Stage seemed confused that I was there and the member of Taylor’s team who led us out was like “oh she’s good, she’s Taylor’s.” SHE’S. TAYLOR’S. Taylor I’m yours now okay? Okay. And when the people around me saw that I met Taylor (because I’d already made the picture my lock screen, obviously) they let me straight through to the front and I was literally at the bottom of the B Stage and she looked at me all night and I genuinely have photos of her directly looking into my camera and basically the whole night was perfect and unbelieveable and I can’t believe this is my life. Thank you to everyone who’s been a part of my Taylor journey, eras past and present, and thank you to Taylor Nation for making this happen. Thank you to all my followers who stuck with me during my mass reblog of that post, it all paid off!! 

The biggest thank you goes to you, @taylorswift. Thank you for wanting to meet me and for making me feel just like we were best friends who just hadn’t met up in a while. Thank you for surprising me, and thank you for going to all that effort, because you really didn’t have to. I’ll never forget you as long as I live, Love you forever. <3 <3 <3

(photo creds to @southwesteros and Erica Worden)

cherstal  asked:

Dude, you should totally try out for the nearest Wizard of Oz play! You'd be perfect for the role of one of those singing trees (and while ur at it, pls take jared w/u, i would k i l l to see him dressed up in a cool*cough*imeancute*cough* costume too)

((I’m sorry that this took 3 days!))

J: Okay, so we made Ev take off the tree costume for his audition. Which, by the way freaked him out, and I had to calm him down.

E: I-It was terrifying..

J: But you did it! Anyway, he was happy that he didn’t have any lines that he had to say by himself, and the costume people were happy he already had something to wear. 

I got a lead! And it was awesome! I got to play the tin man, and it was the best thing!

E: We both had a lot of fun, a-and I mean, if Jared wanted to I-I’d do it again..


anonymous asked:

Why do you think Albus and Scorpius are so hesitant when they first meet on the train?

There’s so many reasons why. It’s such a precious little scene and those boys are juggling a mixture of emotions. There’s nerves, excitement, insecurities… It’s such an overwhelming situation and a big moment in their lives and they are both aware of it.

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Message For You - Part Two

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Stiles x Reader


A/N: I’m gonna do a part 3. Not gonna I struggled writing this and I don’t really like it. So, please be nice.

This is not really edited and English surprisingly is still not my first language.

As always, thanks to Lele for kicking my ass and helping me with this. I love you more than skittles. ❤️ @golddaggers


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In what is probably a comment no one cares about or that has already been made,

I’m coming back from this little summer hiatus I hadn’t planned on doing but in which I find myself really stuck into for a moment to remind you all that Eragon and Brom got freaking drunk when they were hunting down the freaking Ra'zacs in a village I can’t remember and then they both had hangovers the next morning and that Brom advised Eragon about what to do for breakfast for the headache to ease and that Brom must have been feeling ill but also so happy that he was having the chance to share a drink and such a common experience as it’s a hangover with his son and it makes me come so close to tears because Brom endured so much and he deserved better but at least he had some borrowed time with his son.
I just didn’t want anyone to forget how much I miss him and that if we ever get to read the story of Brom from his point of view I will have to read the book with swimming glasses or otherwise I’ll mess all the pages with my tears.

Ash part 4 (Just checking)

Story based on and inspired by @charminglyantiquated‘s fantastic Elsewhere University

the tutorial was awful. Nobody would so much as glance in Ash’s direction, none of them acknowledged her at all. Ash sat at the back of the computer lab, the small basket of cakes sitting next to her, a little beacon of shame. There were no whispers, no glances her way, no token greetings, not even the bare minimum she had become accustomed to, even the Lecturer avoided her. She thought maybe the lecturer would object to her bringing food in the lab, but he had merely let his gaze slide over her and the basket as he greeted the room.

The two hours of data entry dragged on and on. They were supposed to be working in groups to analyse a subjects nutrient intake, but Ash sat entirely alone, completely ignored. It almost would have been better if they had laughed, if they had pointed at her eyes, gasped, or gossiped, something… anything, then at least she might have been allowed some answers. Instead she sat alone, in her small space of silence and embarrassment, cheeks burning fiercely.  

It wasn’t until class ended Ash realised she’d been crying, She saved her work, dabbing at her eyes with her sleeves, gathered up her bag and basket, and left without looking up, not that anyone was looking anyway, she thought bitterly. 

Kat was no where to be seen, he’d walked with her all the way to the lab, and had been accompanying her everywhere since the other day. She’d expected him to be lounging round near the bushes, mewling at the crows. “fine” she huffed “not like I could have used the company now anyway”, and started off down the path toward I9.

half way home, she noticed footsteps trailing a little behind her, she clenched her teeth and bawled her hands to fists. her skin crawled as the familiar panic and disgust flooded her body. If someone was going to bully her, they could damn well confront her face to face. She was not going to stand for someone sneaking up on her, better to know if they were going to hurt her, better to face them than let them stab her in the back. Ash took a shaky breath and whirled around suddenly, the boy now in front of her stopped dead in his tracks, obviously a little shocked, Ash didn’t care. “What do you want” she hissed “as if everyone in class wasn’t horrible enough, What the hell do you want”.

the boy looked uneasy, visually weighing up his options. Ash seethed with the frustration and humiliation that had been building, she wanted answers, wanted to understand, wanted a friend to talk to, wanted to not be the outcast for once, wanted let out her anger, she wanted to fight. “what, now we’re face to face you’ve got nothing? do you just sneak up on people and play pranks on them then? been there done that! if you wanted to humiliate me you’re too fucking late, I already did that myself! These stupid eyes, everyone’s superstitions about I9. I didn’t choose it you know! I was already the freak before I even set foot on this stupid fucking campus, so what do you want? you think you can make it worse? do your fucking best!” tears were rolling freely down her cheeks now, she was shaking all over, the anger and frustration flooding her in waves, adding venom to her words. She knew once the anger faded the panic would set in. She knew it was stupid to confront him, knew if he was there to mess with her it would only make things worse, and knew if he wasn’t she’d just solidified her place as the campus crazy.

Doubt crept in as the boy stared, mouth open. Fuck, maybe he was just walking the same way as her, maybe he had nothing to do with her at all, great, this is just great, freaking fantastic. she barely felt the basket slip from her trembling fingers and flinched back as the boy stepped forward, snatching the basket up before it hit the ground. “I um, I just wanted to ah, to see how you were getting along?” the boy offered holding the basket out. He waited as Ash hesitated “peace?” he asked.

Ash took the basket back, gripping it like a life line as her anxiety screamed in her head. “sorry” she muttered, wiping her eyes again. “I just… I… sorry” she stammered out.

“Fine” said the boy “that’s fine, I mean, I’d try not to make a habit of screaming at strangers round here but, yeah, cool, to each their own. I was just um…. checking”

“checking?” Ash asked, taking a deep breath and trying not to have a complete breakdown

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

By Meagan A. Dwyer (NutMegThings)

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