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I'm On My Knee

Hi babes! This is a marshmallow-soft story about the reader and Tom having a special inside joke. That inside joke being Tom dramatically falling down onto one knee to tease her after she accidentally tells him that it’s always been how she wants to get proposed to. The inside joke makes the both of them think a lot about their future and cuteness ensues! I hope that you like it!

Side note: The film was everything I wanted it to be and more? It owns my entire heart? The cast did so well and I’m so happy for all of them and my heart is just overflowing with love and I’m going to see the film again tomorrow!

I’m On My Knee

“He makes me want to wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.” She murmured to her boyfriend, utterly and completely inebriated. “I want to learn how to cook so he can always come home to a hot meal. He makes me want to learn more so that I’ll always have new things to talk to him about, and he makes me want to take care of myself so that I can look good for him. I wanna read every book on the planet earth and watch every film, just so I have stories to tell him before we go to sleep. But, mostly, he makes me wanna wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.”

    Tom smiled, securing a strong arm around her waist before she had the opportunity to slip from the barstool she was trying to twirl on. Holding her still, he questioned, “anything else you want, darling?”

    Lurching forward, she twined her arms around his neck and moved to perch on his knee. She shoved her face into Tom’s neck and breathed in deeply, dragging her hands across the expanse of her boyfriend’s chest. He smelled of french cologne, the fabric of his shirt felt soft beneath her cheek, and she was so close to him that she could count the beats of his heart. “I love you.”

    Supporting her frame, Tom kissed the top of her head, “I love you more.” She sighed into his chest and Tom helped her to her feet, making sure that he still had her locked in his arms. “Let’s get you home now, drunky.”

“I want him on his knee like in the old films,” she added before she allowed Tom to guide her to their parked car.

    Truly, Tom felt the same way about her, but there was no way that he wouldn’t tease her about her intoxicated confession every chance he got. He’d been dreaming about how beautiful she’d look walking down the aisle to meet him since their third date and it comforted him that she seemed to feel the same way.

    She knew that she had majorly screwed up the next morning when Tom dropped down onto one knee, offering her a bottle of advil and a glass of water to soothe the pounding in her head that refused to be ignored.

    “On my knee, baby, just how you wanted!” Tom smiled, his curls flopping down in his eyes in the most endearing of ways. She hated that he looked so cute while he was so successfully embarrassing her.

    Groaning, she brought her hands up to cover her face, “Tom, stop! I told you that I was just drunk. Let it go!” She pleaded, blush spreading as far as the tips of her ears.

    Her boyfriend feigned hurt feelings, “well, if you were truly joking, guess I’m out of here. Gotta go get me a girl who’s in it for the long haul.” Tom joked as he moved to walk out the door.

    “Tom,” she whined before rushing forward to keep him in place with a hug. “Stop being so dumb and help me make pancakes. You flip them better than I do.”

    Smiling down at her, Tom took of her hands within his own and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, “One day, I’ll be way more than just your boyfriend who flips pancakes better than you do. One day, I’ll be your husband who flips pancakes better than you do.” Tom laughed, picking her up to spin her around the kitchen.

    She was happy that Tom was focused on not dropping her or running into anything because she was even pinker than she’d thought previously possible and she was positive that the smile on her face was so huge that her face would crack into halves. It didn’t matter that she didn’t have the greatest job, it didn’t matter that she was absolute shit at math, in fact, she couldn’t think of anything that mattered to her more than what Tom had just said. He was planning on a future with her and she was so elated that she spent the entire rest of her week floating from place to place on a bed made of cotton candy clouds.

    The next time Tom dropped to one knee for her, it was in the flower shop while she was sifting through bins of tulip bouquets for their friend’s dinner party. “Because I love you,” Tom said, holding out a bundle of daisies.

    Rolling her eyes, she took the flowers and bent forward to kiss Tom tenderly on the mouth. “Because I love you,” she repeated back to him before taking both bouquets to the register while Tom struggled to free his wallet before she could pay for her daisies.

    The time after that, Tom fell to one knee when she had come home with smudged mascara and tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. Hurrying off the couch, he dropped to one knee in front of her, pulling her to perch softly onto his popped knee. “What’s the matter darling?”

    Shrugging her shoulders, her lower lip trembled and she merely hid her face in Tom’s neck.  Stroking her hair and mumbling the words to ‘Moon River’ into her ears, Tom waited for her to tell him what was upsetting her. He did his best to search his mind for anything he could’ve done, anything her friend’s could’ve done, anything at home that could have upset her and came back with nothing. Tom briefly had a fleeting feeling that he was failing as her husband until it clicked in his brain that he hadn’t ever gotten down on one knee before her to present her with an actual ring.

    That night, while she snuggled into the crook of his arm, her face hidden so close to his neck that Tom could feel her lips press into his skin, he looked up some photos of rings. Each time Tom found a particularly nice ring, he’d zoom in and envision it on her lovely hands. Looking down at her hand that was loosely curled around his waist, he murmured to her sleeping form, “nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands.” His girl had been on an E.E. Cummings kick and clearly the poetry she read aloud to him had rubbed off on Tom.

    Placing his phone back into it’s charging station on their nightable, Tom laid down and  made sure to lace his fingers through her own before he shut eyes to sleep, agreeing with E. E. Cummings  that nobody had such small hands. Such small hands that a glittering ring would only compliment.

    The next weekend, as she and Tom strolled through the supermarket to grab some fresh vegetables and fruit, and maybe a loaf of bread to go along with dinner, Tom spotted the baked goods aisle. Getting completely sidetracked, Tom stood staring at the pastries while she carried on in search of the produce section. Glancing at her retreating figure and then back at the deserts, Tom grabbed an armful of cookies, cinnamon rolls and cupcakes before hurrying after her.

    Her eyes widened when she saw her boyfriend nearly skipping towards her, arms overflowing with pastries. “Tom,” she started, cocking her hip and raising her brows, “that is ridiculous. Pick one thing, we already have too many snacks as it is!”

    “No, no, darling, you don’t get it. We’d leave the cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and we could eat the cookies as a snack, and then the cupcakes could be after dinner.” Tom tried to ration.

    “Tom, I’ll eat them all and then get bigger and you know I’m trying to look good this summer!” She whined, shaking her head and silently pleading for Tom to at least put one of the items he was holding back.

    Shuffling the food around in his arms, Tom attempted to clutch all the food with only one hand. Gently moving her hair away from her eyes, Tom kissed her temple. “Darling, you know that you’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with how you look, and nothing would be wrong with how you look even if you decided to inhale the entire pastry department on your own. I love the way you think, how kind you are to others, and you’re one of the smartest and least arrogant people that I know! I love you for your heart, and your brain. I thank the universe every night for your lungs and your kidneys, because they make you. You’re sweet-ass body just happens a perk of loving you.”

    Tom kissed her one last time before dropping down onto one knee before her, “c’mon angel, please?” He asked one last time.

    Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend’s cheesiness, she placed the cupcakes and the cinnamon rolls in her basket before leading Tom over to the fruit and asking him to pick out the crunchiest apples for their salad.

    When Tom fell to one knee again, it was after she had gone shopping with her friends and was currently modeling her new purchases at his request. She had exited the bathroom in which she was changing in, wearing an extremely short, white dress that left very little, if anything to Tom’s imagination. The dress was littered with small, red roses and had straps that were tied into a bow. As she twirled for him, Tom could see that the straps were the only thing holding her new dress together and by the time that she’d stopped her spinning, Tom was on one knee.

    “Should I take this off myself or do you wanna get up off the floor and help me?” She giggled, toying with the bow sitting atop her shoulder blade.

    As Tom carefully untied her dress and watched it fall to the ground, he muttered, “pretty ring would go nice with the roses.”

    She could barely hear what Tom had said, let alone comprehend it, as he began to pepper her exposed body with warm kisses. Stuttering out an barely audible, “uh-huh,” as Tom mouthed over the sensitive spot she had just beneath her ear.

    As time went on, “I’m on my knee,” became a phrase that she would hear from Tom almost as frequently as he said “I love you.” He’d drop to his knee in public, private, essentially everywhere they went. She was nearly convinced that Tom on his knee wouldn’t ever mean anything other than their inside joke, but little did she know how Tom feeling.

    Each time he dropped down onto one knee before her, it always made him long to obtain a ring to present her with. Considering that he was on his knee for her essentially everyday now, so much so that even the press was completely desensitized to photos of Tom on his knee before his girl, he was legitimately out and about looking for rings.

    He’d recruited his mother to assist with the search, begged Harrison, Jacob, his brothers, his father, and even her mother to help him with the search, but none of them could find a ring that Tom felt was worthy of her hands. Each time someone would send him a photo of a ring that left Tom dissatisfied, which was often, he’d simply send back the verse from ‘Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond,’ regarding the smallest of hands. At this point, nobody was sure what he meant. Once Harrison had tried to clarify what exactly the rain having tiny hands had to do with the ring search, but he came back describing a look of genuine craziness in his best mate’s eyes and decided to drop it.

    It was only after Tom had wandering into an antique shop with his mother that he found something perfect for her. The wedding ring was vintage and even came with an engagement ring, and after Tom had spent countless hours on the weekend thrifting and wandering in an out of hidden gem shops with his girl, he knew that she’d love it.

    Tom could only hide the ring for about a week. He was utter and complete shit at hiding things, especially from her, and the ring felt as if it was burning a hole through his pocket. He couldn’t wait to let the whole world know that she was going to his forever and he’d be hers for just as long. Tom just needed to create the perfect moment.

    Luckily for him, the perfect moment came the very next morning. Tom trailed behind her, kissing the back of her neck softly as she laughed and threaded her fingers up through his curls. They were deep within the poetry section of the most massive library Tom had ever seen and when she reached up to grab a novel, Tom felt as if the wind got knocked out of him. In her hands sat a copy of E. E. Cummings collected poems and while she sifted through the pages, Tom prayed inwardly to the universe for her to read the poem that he knew was destined to be hers.

    Not allowing her time to chose a poem, Tom dropped down to one knee while her back was still turned on him. Digging the ring out from the confines of his pocket, he could only get the last few lines of the poem out. “I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice in your eyes is deeper than all roses.”

    As Tom neared the end of the poem, she turned and opened her mouth to say the last verse with him. “Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.” She smiled, completely prepared to meet Tom’s eyes as she finally faced him.

    At first, the only thing her mind could register was that her boyfriend was on his knee, as always. It took her a second to take in the ring that glittered off of the library’s bright ceiling chandelier. Pressing a hand over her lips, she struggled to breath, her small hands gripping the open poetry book in her hands. “Do you mean it, Tom?” She questioned, her eyes flicking down to the ring he was presenting her with.

    His eyes were glassy in the light, and Tom smiled, “course I do, darling. I’m on my knee after all.”


Jin and Time Travelling?

(Here is my theory based on the posters from Love Yourself linked in with WINGS, HYYH, INU, RUN and the Prologue)

So in both of Jin’s Love Yourself Posters, he talks about turning back time.

The first one:

“If I could turn back time, I want to be the greatest guy in the world.”

The second one:

“If I could turn back time, I want to go back to that summer sea.”

He he wants to go back to the ‘summer sea’ and become the greatest man in the world. So where is this summer sea and how will it make him the greatest man?

Think of it this way, The I NEED U MV (Original) came out in May 2015 and the prologue came out in October 2015. In between that is summer. In both of the videos, the boys can be seen beside the sea, at the end of I NEED U and in the prologue video.

They have a lot of fun by the sea. If you take the time between the release of the MVs, I think you could arguably say that this sea that they visit is the ‘summer sea.’

Anyway, back to the rest of the Love_Yourself posters. Before talking about the individual posters, I want to talk about the pairing ones first. These are the same pairings from Run/Prologue but mostly their WINGS Short Films (all theories on that are in my theory masterlist btw)

All of the members that came in pairs (Suga and Jungkook, Jimin and J-Hope, Rap Monster and V) had the same comment on their poster. “When we came back from that sea, we were all alone.”

As I’ve mentioned in my previous theories, I believe that the scene at the sea/beach in the prologue occurred before INU (and RUN). At the sea, they were all happy and good friends, no one seemed injured or hurt.

So they were at the sea, perfectly fine, but when they came back they sort of separated and became lonely and I think it’s to do with their individual posters.

(I’ll talk about Jungkook later) Suga’s poster the translation was “Don’t come near me, I’ll only bring you misfortune.” What if after they came back, the scene in Run happened. When Suga was ‘drunk’ and he and Jungkook got into a fight. Which then lead to the INU hotel scene, when he was alone, and Jungkook was out and got beaten up by those ‘thugs’ ultimately getting hit by a car.

If Suga and Kookie got into a fight, then in the end, it’s likely that he blames himself for Jungkook’s accident. He thinks he’s bought Jungkook misfortune by putting him into a wheelchair (from Jungkook’s poster). That’s why, in their pairing poster, the say that they were alone after coming back from the sea.

At the sea they were together, but after, they became lonely because of the fight

Next is Jimin and J-Hope. 

Theirs isn’t as obvious, but I think a lot of it links in with Hobi’s Short Film (theory here). He has Munchhausen’s syndrome where he basically fakes illness to keep himself in care. Like I said, Jimin took care of him the most as we can see in this scene in Run.

Now this is where I think it might have links to my Maknaes Drove the Hyungs Out Theory (please give it a read)

but that’s another story…

I guess this does come in to Jimin’s Love Yourself poster where is says, “I lied because there is no reason to love someone like me.” Jimin may have lied to keep J-Hope away from him, because he thinks he’s undeserving of love.

We know that Hoseok’s love is selfless as from his poster he says that “As long you can shine, I’m okay,” meaning that he’ll do anything to make someone else happy, even at his own expense. Jimin probably thought he didn’t deserve it and lied to J-Hope to push him away.

Now J Hope is ‘okay’ because he isn’t being so self-destructive in his love, and Jimin is just falling deeper into his lie and feelings of low self-worth.

In their pair photo, we can see that J-Hope is the one that’s in the bright room with the big window seemingly smiling, and Jimin is in a parallel room but it’s not well lit and the windows have bars on them

Jimin’s solo song Lie even said that he felt caught and trapped in his lie, so the room could be a personification of that. There could also be the fact that, because J-Hope is so sacrificing, he always wants to make others happy, even though he says he’s fine, maybe he isn’t? That’s why he fakes illnesses, to make it seem like maybe one person at least (hospital staff) care about him? Hmm…

Next is Rap Monster and V.

Extract from my theory as mentioned above ^

Another thing I want to bring in is both of their short films. V’s posters says “If I had made a different choice, would you not have left?“ Maybe he’s asking Namjoon this question. To which his reply, in his poster, is “I only watch you from behind, because now is not the time.” Notice how Rap Monster is on the bus and how Tae is crouched on the road? It could indicate RM leaving V.

Back to the short film, in V’s, he’s taken to be arrested after being caught vandalising graffiti. I’ve talked before about how I think that Rap /monster ran away from all the members, maybe he got sick of all of the graffitiing, the running in tunnels, the general bad behaviour, and tried to find ‘himself’ (reflection).

From my Reflection Short Film breakdown

V is saying that is he had made a different choice, maybe they wouldn’t be alone. Maybe they’d still be together.

And of course there’s this:

Again, V is asking for help, maybe he’s asking Namjoon for help, but Namjoon is just lying there saying “I’m fine” - maybe he found his peace, and broke the circle where he was always running to V and helping him.

They have the same caption as everyone else, we were alone when we came back from sea. They were really close friends at sea but after V’s attempted(?) suicide in the prologue, maybe Rap Monster realised that he needed to leave? Did he think he was a bad influence on Taehyung? He known know isn’t the time to get involved again, and just watched Tae from afar.

Coming to Jungkook, we all noticed that he was the only one that was happy in his poster with a ‘positive’ message on it. He got hit by that car in INU but seems to be at peace with the accident. What he is sad about, probably, is losing Suga (I already explained most of my thoughts on that poster here btw).

But where does Jin’s time travelling come into this? Well it’s clear that pretty much all of the members have their regrets. At least, they all know that they’ve become distant ever since they came back from their trip to the sea.

Suga bringing others misfortune, Jungkook’s in a wheelchair (but doesn’t seem to mind), Jimin had to tell a lie, J-Hope sacrificing himself to make others happy, V wishing he made a different choice, Rap Mons can only watch from behind. Jin wants to take it all back. All the bad things happened when they came back from the sea.

Remember at the end of the prologue, there was that scene where Jin’s looking at the picture that Rap Monster took of him and Suga at the petrol station?

But when he pulls is out later, it turns out that it’s just empty???

ANDDDDD then, Big Hit re-uploaded the video, but this time, the scene was missing!! What if that’s when Jin time travelled?! He wet back in time, so that scene where he was alone never happened.

I believe this happened in the Japanese Ver. of Blood, Sweat and Tears.

He travelled back to make it so that nothing in Run and INU happened? Made it so that no one would have their regrets, and everyone would be happy, taking them back to that summer sea. Would that make him the greatest guy in the world? To take away all of his members’ problems? Those six petals he holds so dear, he could really protect them?

What about right at the end of Jap BS&T?

When Jin rolls up to Namjoon’s petrol station where he works? Don’t you think that could be the point at which he travelled back in time. He’s alone in the car.

Jin even says, “it’s been a while” here. It’s been a while since they say each other. A while after the prologue, but just before INU. Rap Mon seems fairly happy here, not like how he was when he got mistreated in INU

Also, when Jin sees him, he doesn’t have his cigarette lollipop either, so he travels back to just before it all starts to go wrong, to go and save them.

Apparently Doctor Who is really popular is South Korea as well. Outside of Britain (where my UK ARMYs at?!) apparently South Korea holds the most views for the time travelling Doctor, so who knows?

What do you think? Did I miss something out? Let me know :D

- Widzz

a lapis terraforms

I remember seeing posts about this theory by a few people, this was long before we even knew Lapis’ role on Homeworld was terraforming, so a big kudos to them! The evidence has gradually been stacking up and now it holds up like a lot,

Firstly, we know the real-world location of the Beta Kindergarten, we’ve seen it on one of the maps Peridot showed us at the moon base, Peridot said it just so happens to be the insertion point of the Cluster (probably because the shoddy kindergarten gathered the most gem shards). If we compare the location of Beta on the real world map we can see that it’s real world location is the Antelope Canyon, which seems to be what Jasper’s Kindergarten is based on:

Yep. It’s a little obvious.

Anyways. The Antelope canyon/Beta Kindergarten is an example of a slot canyon. They are most commonly made from sandstone/limestone, we have confirmation from Peridot that Beta is made from red sandstone so there’s that. Anyways a slot canyon is a narrow canyon, formed by the wear of water rushing through rock. 

Lapis did not go into full detail about her reasons for being on Earth. Probably because she thought Steven being a CG, would be ashamed in her. We know Lapis’ role is terraforming and that Beta was formed by the wear of water rushing through rock so it’s quite easy to connect the dots. 

We know the bottom image takes place at Beta since the soldiers in the flashback are Jasper’s (beta gems) and as pointed out in this post by @faelapis​ there is an injector in the bottom right of the image. If the below is actually a before and after picture, I could see why Lapis would be ashamed to tell Steven the full backstory, since she probably flooded the whole area to make the kindergarten.

I was only meant to visit for a short time - Lapis

It was obviously a total rush job. - Peridot

Beta was supposed to be rushed, Homeworld was desperate for soldiers and they didn’t care how they looked at this point, they just wanted gems on the battlefield. Lapis thought she was assigned to a short and simple task, she didn’t have to carefully carve out the walls, pick out the greatest material for these gems, she just had to make a kindergarten and fast before the CG’s found out about it.

The above is an image of Rebecca’s very own SU timeline from the SU artbook. The orange text (Jasper) and blue text (Lapis) are right by each other. It’s a little hard to make out but other people have done so and this is what Lapis’ whole paragraph says:

Lapis poofed, seperated in mirror. 

Lapis brought in to assist terraforming when conflict resumes, conflict does not resolve. 

Lapis was brought in to assist terraforming when conflict resumed, she was assigned to her task after HW realised that the war wasn’t ending anytime soon. The conflict that did not resolve is talking about the CG’s attacking Beta itself which is where Bismuth poofed Lapis. There is a chance that the battalion of Quartzes Bismuth said she took out with Garnet were also newborn Beta gems, those would be easier to take out, after all. 

The battle where Lapis was poofed and battalions of Quartzes were taken out is most likely the same one where Jasper emerged and had to fight off the CG’s as a newborn. This is again confirmed by Eyeball, her fan, who says Jasper was literally born while a battle was taking place.

The Crewniverse have generally kept this a well-kept secret other than that timeline photo in the SU artbook (I wonder if we were supposed to be able to make all that stuff out? Lol). 

Rebecca Sugar said she designed Lapis and Jasper (and Peridot) at the same time together in the SU artbook, it doesn’t surprise me that Lapis and Jasper’s pasts and characters are so intertwined with each other.

There is this halloween art by Katie Mitroff, a su storyboarder. Lapis as victor frankenstein, the scientist who gains an interest in the creation of life and Jasper as…frankensteins monster - It’s just fun art and probably just a subtle hint if anything, I definitely don’t think the show will have Lapis think she made a monster, Jasper called her a monster in Alone at Sea, so I guess the show is diverting that. Katie did also draw Jasper and Lapis as Juri and Shiori, which have many parallels to them, so keep that in mind…

All of this brings up three questions that I’m most interested in:

Does Lapis know she played a role in Jasper’s creation?

Whenever Peridot spoke of Jasper’s origins, Lapis was coincidentally off screen even though she was there for the rest of Amethyst and Steven’s visit, and in each trip to Beta, the main CG’s + Peridot are always there but never Lapis. So they do seem to be saving this stuff for a grand reveal for whatever reason but I still think she knows Jasper’s a Beta. Her colour scheme and stripes give it away and if Peridot knew all of Jasper’s history, Lapis probably would too. Unless she legitimately doesn’t know and will feel even more guilty for what she did to Jasper. 

Also Peridot does not know that Lapis terraformed Beta so that’s something. She ridicules it to the max, I don’t think she would do that if she knew. She’d probably have made fun of Lapis’ meep morp skill if it was the case, lol.

Does Jasper know Lapis terraformed her kindergarten?

I’m unsure on this one. But if they both know, then I don’t think there’d be a big point in this whole shared history, this kinda stuff seems setup for some big reveal, and I don’t think the CG’s would be as shocked by it, Steven and Amethyst were both surprised that Jasper’s an Earthling but Lapis terraforming shouldn’t be a shock to the CG’s, since it’s her gem role. So I think the reveal is for either Lapis, Jasper or both. 

What does it all mean?

The relationship between Jasper and Lapis is a sensitive topic for many and I never thought the crew would expand on it or even have the guts to do so after Alone at Sea, but then this theory came up and evidence kept stacking up and now in my eyes, it’s practically almost canon at this point. I’m just waiting for Jasper’s inevitable, long-awaited return so we can see how they deal with all this information in-show. I can potentially see this as a way for Jasper and Lapis to have their reconciliation, their trauma both started at the exact same place and time, and they can bond over that.

La Douleur Exquise Pt 1 | Incubus!Yoongi AU

summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.

warnings: demon summonings, lots of swearing, and a grumpy min yoongi (what’s new?)

genre: fluff, angst, humor, eventual smut (none in this chapter!)

words: 6.2K (FUCK!)

a/n: the preview got such good responses that I had to finish this right away! hope it stands up to your expectations! enjoy~ (pls ignore some grammatical mistakes; i still need to edit it a bit)

➵  part 1 (you’re here!) // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 (coming soon!)


In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea trying to recreate an ancient demon-summoning circle in the middle of your living room. If anyone asked you what had possessed you to do so regardless, you’d point fingers at your history professor for assigning the task in the first place. Although, you might concede that he didn’t technically ask you to assemble the summoning circle; all you were assigned to do was do some research about ancient summoning techniques with five to ten sources maximum. The problem with the assignment lied with the latter part of the requirements: the motherfucking references.

No matter how hard you tried to search for reliable photographs of professionally reenacted summoning circles, none of significant quality had popped up anywhere. You were seriously starting to consider attaching some DeviantArt fanart by the time you had reached page 67 on the Google search page.

In short, you were desperate—and desperation meant that you didn’t really think things through.

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(theres like 200+ on here lol. got it from another tumbler, credz to them 💜)

1: My name?
2: Do I have any nicknames?
3: Zodiac sign?
4: Video game I play to chill, not to win?
5: Book/series I reread?
6: Aliens or ghosts?
7: Writer I trust enough to read whatever they write?
8: Favourite radio station?
9: Favourite flavour of anything?
10: The word that I use all the time to describe something great?
11: Favourite song?
12: The question you ask new friends to get to know them better?
13: Favourite word?
14: The last person who hurt me, did I forgive them?
15: Last song I listened to?
16: TV show I always recommend?
17: Pirates or ninjas?
18: Movie I watch when I’m feeling down?
19: Song that I always start my shuffle with/wake-up song/always-on-a-loop song?
20: Favourite video games?
21: What am I most afraid of?
22: A good quality of mine?
23: A bad quality of mine?
24: Cats or dogs?
25: Actor/actress you trust enough to watch whatever they’re in?
26: Favourite season?
27: Am I in a relationship?
28: Something I miss?
29: My best friend?
30: Eye colour?
31: Hair colour?
32: Someone I love?
33: Someone I trust?
34: Someone I always think about?
35: Am I excited about anything?
36: My current obsession?
37: Favourite TV shows as a child?
38: Do I have someone of the opposite sex that I can tell everything to?
39: Am I superstitious?
40: What do I think about most?
41: Do I have any strange phobias?
42: Do I prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?
43: Favourite hobbies?
44: Last book I read?
45: Last film I watched?
46: Do I play any instruments?
47: Favourite animal?
48: Top 5 blog on Tumblr that I follow?
49: Superpower I wish I could have?
50: How do I destress?
51: Do I like confrontation?
52: When do I feel most at peace?
53: What makes me smile?
54: Do I sleep with the lights on or off?
55: Play any sports?
56: What is my song of the week?
57: Favourite drink?
58: When did I last send a handwritten letter to somebody?
59: Afraid of heights?
60: Pet peeve?
61: What was the last concert I went to see?
62: Am I vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian?
63: What occupation did I want to do when I was younger?
64: Have I ever had a friend turn enemy?
65: What fictional universe would I like to be a part of?
66: Something I worry about?
67: Scared of the dark?
68: Who are my best friends?
69: What do I admire most about others?
70: Can I sing?
71: Something I wish I could do?
72: If I won the lottery, what would I do?
73: Have I ever skipped school?
74: Favourite place on the planet?
75: Where do I want to live?
76: Do I have any pets?
77: What is my current desktop picture?
78: Early bird or night owl?
79: Sunsets or sunrise?
80: Can I drive?
81: Story behind my last kiss?
82: Earphones or headphones?
83: Have I ever had braces?
84: Story behind one of my scars?
85: Favourite genre of music?
86: Who is my hero?
87: Favourite comic book character?
88: What makes me really angry?
89: Kindle or real book?
90: Favourite sporty activity?
91: What is one thing that isn’t tight in schools that should be?
92: What was my favourite subject at school?
93: Siblings?
94: What was the last thing I bought?
95: How tall am I?
96: Can I cook?
97: Can I bake?
98: 3 things I love?
99: 3 things I hate?
100: Do I have more girl friends or boy friends?
101: Who do I get on with better, girls or boys?
102: Where was I born?
103: Sexual orientation?
104: Where do I currently live?
105: Last person I texted?
106: Last time I cried?
107: Guilty pleasure?
108: Favourite Youtuber?
109: A photo of myself.
110: Do I like selfies?
111: Favourite game app?
112: My relationship with my parents?
113: Favourite accents?
114: A place I have not been but wish to visit?
115: Favourite number?
116: Can I juggle?
117: Am I religious?
118: Do I like space?
119: Do I like the deep ocean?
120: Am I much of a daredevil?
121: Am I allergic to anything?
122: Can I curl my tongue?
123: Can I wiggle my ears?
124: Do I like clowns?
125: The Beatles or Elvis?
126: My current project?
127: Am I a bad loser?
128: Do I admit when I wrong?
129: Forest or beach?
130: Favourite piece of advice?
131: Am I a good liar?
132: Hogwarts house / Divergent faction / Hunger Games district?
133: Do I talk to myself?
134: Am I very social?
135: Do I like gossip?
136: Do I keep a journal/diary?
137: Have I ever hopelessly failed a test?
138: Do I believe in second chances?
139: If I found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would I do?
140: Do I believe people are capable of change?
141: Have I ever been underweight?
142: Am I ticklish?
143: Have I ever been in a submarine?
144: Have I ever been on a plane?
145: In a film about my life, who would I cast as myself, friends and family?
146: Have I ever been overweight?
147: Do I have any piercings?
148: Which fictional character do I wish was real?
149: Do I have any tattoos?
150: What is the best decision I have made in life so far?
151: Do I believe in Karma?
152: Do I wear glasses or contacts?
153: What was my first car?
154: Do I want children?
155: Who is the most intelligent person I know?
156: My most embarrassing memory?
157: What makes me nostalgic?
158: Have I ever pulled an all-nighter?
159: Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty?
160: What colour mostly dominates my wardrobe?
161: Have I ever had a paranormal experience?
162: What do I hate most about myself?
163: What do I love most about myself?
164: Do I like adventure?
165: Do I believe in fate?
166: Favourite animal?
167: Have I ever been on radio?
168: Have I ever been on TV?
169: How old am I?
170: One of my favourite quotes?
171: Do I hold grudges?
172: Do I trust easily?
173: Have I learnt from my mistakes?
174: Best gift I’ve ever received?
175: Do I dream?
176: Have I ever had a night terror?
177: Do I remember my dreams, and what is one that comes to mind?
178: An experience that has made me stronger?
179: If I were immortal, what would I do?
180: Do I like shopping?
181: If I could get away with a crime, what would I choose to do?
182: What does “family” mean to me?
183: What is my spirit animal?
184: How do I want to be remembered?
185: If I could master one skill, what would I choose?
186: What is my greatest failure?
187: What is my greatest achievement?
188: Love or money?
189: Love or career?
190: If I could time travel, where and when would I want to go?
191: What makes me the happiest?
192: What is “home” to me?
193: What motivates me?
194: If I could choose my last words, what would they be?
195: Would I ever want to encounter aliens?
196: A movie that scared me as a child?
197: Something I hated as a child that I like now?
198: Zombies or vampires?
199: Live in the city or suburbs?
200: Dragons or wizards?
201: A nightmare that has stayed with me?
202: How do I define love?
203: Do I judge a book by its cover?
204: Have I ever had my heart broken?
205: Do I like my handwriting?
206: Sweet or savoury?
207: Worst job I’ve had?
208: Do I collect anything?
209: Item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without?
210: What is on my bucket list?
211: How do I handle anger?
212: Was I named after anyone?
213: Do I use sarcasm a lot?
214: What TV character am I most like?
215: What is the weirdest talent I have?
216: Favourite fictional character?

Finding Closure (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,366

Warnings: angst, language, introspection, fluff. I’m a chump.

A/N: Happy 4th, America and Happy Birthday Steven G. Rogers! I hope everyone likes this ending. I’m a chump. The gif only sorta fits. He’s so cute.  This is the final part for my submission for @sgtbxckybxrnes’s AU Challenge. My prompt was innocent enough: 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Originally posted by coporolight

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Rumors || Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by kookie-monstah

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Fluff


The sound of the television was all that could be heard around your apartment, resonating off the walls and back into your ears. Your breath came in steady as you watched the show that was playing, and your eyes scanned as it cut to commercial. A smile came over your face as you recognized the commercial to a new drama that was going to be released, the one your boyfriend had been filming for the past couple of months.

You hadn’t seen any commercials before this, so you were excited to see what it was finally about. Despite dating Taehyung, and knowing he was doing the show, he never told you a single thing about it. He had said he wanted to keep it a surprise so that you could see it for yourself. The first thing you noticed about the advertisement was the girl on screen, and how close she and Taehyung were.

The two looked like they were happy to see each other, and then the scene flipped to Taehyung walking down the street alone, the words of somebody’s name being said in his deep voice. You couldn’t tell what the show was about yet but you had an implication of what you were going to be seeing. The commercial ended with the name of the drama, and you blinked slowly.

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We Are Family

Lance Week Day One: Family

So I know I’m cutting it extremely close, but I was at work today. Anyways, here’s my first entry for Lance Week. Enjoy!!


Lance was a middle child, so he was used to being the one who kept the peace between everyone. He was also used to being left out of things a lot. Too young to hang with his older sibling, and too old to play with his younger ones. This is how he often found himself among the adults in his family. They found it cute how he’d like to sit with them and join their conversations about politics, sports, and religion. It was this reasons his parents placed a lot of responsibilities on him. Watch your younger siblings while we’re at work, keep your older ones from fighting, make sure everyone eats if we’re late, clean up the place before bed. It was a lot of work placed on his small little shoulders, but one of his greatest fears was disappointing his parents. So, he’d just grin and bear it.

When he joined the Galaxy Garrison, he didn’t really have to look out for anyone but himself, and his best friend Hunk of course. It was so liberating not having so many responsibilities and worries like he did back home. No one expected too much from him, and since the groups were separated by age he was just right to hang out with everyone. Not too young and not too old. It was perfect. Well not to perfect, the one thing that remained the same was him always being compared to someone. Back home it was his older brother. Then at the Garrison, it was Keith. Got shot up into space and he’s still being compared to Keith. Still, things weren’t so bad, or at least that’s what he had convinced himself the for the first few months.

After a while, the quietness of the castle started to get to him. If he wasn’t making the noise himself, it had a far too eerie feel to the place. Though as time passed he started to quiet down, not wanting to annoy everyone just so he can keep himself sane. When he talked to Blue about it, she decided to fill his head with the sound of the ocean to comfort him, especially on restless nights. It still wasn’t the same. Who would’ve known that Lance would miss the constant bickering that his home provided?  

One thing that apparently remained, however, was the separation between everyone that had Lance feeling alone. He wasn’t smart enough to talk tech stuff with Hunk and Pidge, he wasn’t strong enough to train with Shiro and Keith, and he was too human to relate to anything to Allura and Coran talked about. Heck, even the mice had each other to converse with. And while Lance of course still had Blue, it just wasn’t the same as having an abled bodied person to interact with. Once again, he was alone.

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Jealousy Pt2

Word Count: 1960

    A/N: ahhh so much angst. I’m so sorry! But I will have part 3 up soon if you all are interested! also if you guys want to send me requests for fics i would be happy to write some of them! anyways, enjoy!


    “Just tell her how you feel, she obviously is confused on what to do because she’s in love with you.” Archie reasoned.

    “Maybe you’re right.”

                           ______

    “Y/N wait up!” Betty called, chasing down her friend in the lot of the diner. “Please talk to me!” Y/N turned around, and Betty could see tears stinging in her y/e/c eyes.

    “What if I don’t want to talk?” Y/N said sternly, trying not to let her real emotions come through in her voice. She crossed her arms across her chest, and stood straight.

    “Well you’re going to have to talk to me, something is wrong and I want to know.” Betty said, crossing her arms as well. “I know I’m not your bestest friend, but I’d like to think we’re quite close.” Y/N shifted on her feet, and stared down at the ground.

    “I think we’re close friends too, even best.” she said, barely a whisper. Her voice caught in her throat again, and Betty gave a sweet smile. She walked towards Y/N and put her hand on her shoulder.

    “Well I don’t know about that, I think that title is Jugheads, you know when he’s not being an ass.” Betty teased but Y/N didn’t laugh. Instead a choked back cry came out, and Betty wrapped her arms around Y/N.

    “I don’t understand.” Y/N cried in Betty’s shoulder. “I thought he maybe liked me back, I thought if I told him about Reggie he’d-” Y/N shut her mouth, not quite sure if she was ready to tell Betty everything, especially not in a parking lot. Betty pulled back and brushed Y/Ns y/h/c hair out of her face.

    “You like Jughead?” she asked, smiling. Y/N rolled her eyes and gave a breathy laugh, wiping tears from under her eyes.

    “Well, more like I think I’ve fallen head over heels for him, not that it matters, he obviously doesn’t feel the same way.” Y/N said, forcing a smile. Betty opened her mouth to argue, but before she could Jughead flew out of the diners front door, and he frantically looked around for Y/N. Archie came through the door next, and immediately spotted Betty and Y/N. Y/N straightened herself out and walked towards Archie.

    “Hey, you alright?” Archie asked, and Jughead turned to them. He ran over to Y/N, but she refused to look at him.

    “Y/N, can we talk?” Jughead asked, but she ignored him.

    “Hey Archie, can you give me a ride? My phone died and I need to text Reggie back before it’s too late.” she said. Archie and Betty looked at Y/N shocked, and then turned their attention to Jughead. He looked heartbroken, but quickly his face shifted so it looked hard, neutral. Archie gave a small smile.

    “Yeah, sure it will give us some time to talk about a few things.” he said. Archie started for his car, and Y/N turned to wave goodbye to Betty, and then she turned her attention to Jughead.

    “Goodnight Juggie.” she said. He ignored her and stared at the ground. Y/N decided to pull one last thing, hoping to get some reaction out of Jughead. Something to prove to her that her feelings for him weren’t just a waste of time. She stood on her tip toes, and planted a kiss to his cheek. She pulled back and watched him, but he showed no reaction. Y/N felt her heart break, and she slowly made her way to Archie’s car. Once she was in Archie’s car, Betty walked over to Jughead and punched him on the arm.

    “What the hell Jughead!” Betty yelled. Jughead turned to Betty, and she watched as he touched his cheek. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Betty asked.

    “What’s the point? She doesn’t love me back, she’s going to go out with Reggie!” he yelled. “And you know what? Good for her! I don’t deserve her anyways! She’s got the whole football team placing bets on her, I walk through the halls with her and every guy and even girls just stare. How can I compete with all of them? I’m just weird, loner Jughead Jones! I don’t even deserve to be her best friend, let alone boyfriend!” Jughead gave a frustrated sigh, and Betty watched as he reached up to touch his cheek again, and a tear rolled down his face.

    “You know your wrong, right?” Betty said, stepping towards Jughead. He quickly wiped tears off his face and looked up at Betty.

    “I’m never wrong.” He said, and Betty rolled her eyes.

    “Well you were this time. Right before you came out here, Y/N told me she was in fact in love with you. She is just so convinced that you don’t feel the same that I think she’s trying to get over it.”

    “Maybe she should.” Jughead whispered.

    “Jughead, she’s trying so hard to find a reason not to. Why do you think she kissed your cheek, it was her giving one last attempt at getting a flirtatious or loving reaction. Something to tell her you care for her like that.” Betty said, grabbing his shoulders. Jugheads heart sank at the realization that Betty was right. He really messed up this time, and he didn’t know if he could fix it.

                            ______

    “I’m such an idiot.” Y/N mumbled, leaning her head in her hands. Archie started the car and looked over to Y/N. Her y/h/c hair hung over to one side, and he could see the pain on her face. It hurt him that she felt like this, and that it was all Jugheads fault. Archie never admitted it to anyone, but he had been crushing on Y/N for awhile. But she was so head over heels for Jughead he never made any moves. It hurt him too that Reggie had gone after her before he did, and he wanted to respect the deal him and his football buddies made, and he didn’t want to screw over Jughead because he knew he was in love with her too. But maybe he could help her, make her less heartbroken. He had to at least give it a shot.

    “You alright?” he asked tenderly. Y/N turned her head, and looked over to Archie. He could see the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, and he felt his chest tighten. Y/N shook her head slowly, and he watched as a tear fell down her face. He quickly pulled out of the parking lot, trying to distance Y/N from Jughead. She started to full on cry, and he let her, occasionally mumbling things like “I know, it sucks and I’m sorry.” And “it’s going to be okay, I promise.” It only took a few minutes to get to Y/Ns apartment. Y/N lived alone, emancipated from her parents, and somehow made enough money to afford a small one bedroom one bathroom apartment for herself.

    “I’ll walk you upstairs.” he said, jumping out of his car and rushing over to open Y/Ns door. She slowly dragged herself out of the car, and made her way up the stairs to her door. She unlocked the door, and let her and Archie in. Archie closed the door behind him, and Y/N sat herself down on a small couch. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in your apartment.” Archie said looking around.

    “Well, welcome to my home.” she gave a sarcastic laugh, but Archie could hear the sadness in her voice. “I think the only one who has been here is Jughead, he lives with me from time to time.” she said, and sighed. Archie nodded his head. It was a pretty nice apartment for being so small.

    She had a small couch, facing a tv that was old but not too old. It was functional at least. She had Christmas lights up around the entire small apartment, with small Polaroid pictures she had taken of her, and her friends, and the outdoors. He walked over to the pictures, and looked at them. There were a lot of her and Jughead, and when he looked further he found some of him, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin.

    “I didn’t know you had these hanging up.” Archie said, admiring them. He found one of Y/N and him, his team had just won the first football game she had ever been too, and she begged him to take a picture with her. He had taken her phone out of her hands and opened the camera, but she quickly stole it back and pulled a small Polaroid out of her bag.

    “Nope, we’re gonna use this!” she beamed. She took the picture, and another, and soon enough, Betty, Jughead, Veronica and Kevin joined in. Even Cheryl at some point, which was weird, but she was going through her brothers death so no one opposed. He looked around the wall and found all the pictures from that night. Everyone looked happy to be in each other’s presence, even Cheryl. It looked as if they had all known eachother for years.

    “These are some of my favourites.” Y/N said, and Archie quickly turned to face her. He hadn’t even noticed she had gotten off the couch and was by him. Her face was plastered with a smile, and her eyes glowed with joy. She took a picture of her and Archie off the wall and handed it to him.

    “What are you doing?” he asked, turning the photo in his hand.

    “You seemed to like that one, so you can have it.” she smiled up at him.

    “I can’t take this from you. It’s yours, they mean something special to you.” he tried handing the photo back, but she refused to take it.

    “You’re right, they are very special to me. I try to forget life before Riverdale, I act as if it doesnt exist. I wasn’t in the greatest of situations and these remind me how far I’ve come. They’re the memories I want to remember. But as you can see, we took a lot of pictures that night, in fact, I see 4 others that are just of me and you. So you can take that one, I promise it will be alright.” Archie smiled at her and looked down at the picture.

    “You sure?” he asked.

    “100%.” Archie looked up at Y/N again, and they locked eyes. “Thank you for being there for me Archie. I appreciate you so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she whispered.

    “Always.” he said, grabbing her hand. Archie couldn’t stop himself when he started leaning in, and he glanced to Y/Ns lips back to her eyes. Y/N started leaning too, and she closed her eyes. Before their lips met though, Archie’s phone went off. The two of them jumped and quickly separated. Archie pulled out his phone, and saw a text from Jughead.

    “Someone text you?” Y/N asked.

    “Yeah, Jughead.” he said, and he watched as her face fell. He opened the text, and sighed.

    “What does it say?” she asked quietly.

    “Please tell me Y/N is okay. I really messed up with her and I can’t stand the thought that I hurt her. I love her Archie, and I think I’m ready to admit it.” Archie read the text out loud, and Y/N backed up to the couch slowly.

    “He…he what?” she whispered. Archie’s heart fell, how could he give her up after tonight. She obviously felt something, why else would she almost kiss him. Or was it out of desperation? Only time would tell.

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Tomdaya Timeline

April 2016

Tomdaya Fate Intervenes

According to a longtime Zendaya fan, Z broke up with long-term boyfriend, Trevor during April 2016. 

Based on Elle’s tweets, it appears she and Tom broke off their long-term relationship sometime in April 2016.

May 29, 2016

Tom leaves London to begin filming Spider-man Homecoming

June 2016

Spider-man Homecoming cast begin bonding and filming.  Bonding activities include, a “romantic” picnic, pool parties, sleepovers, watching movies, singing, dancing, outings to the aquarium, etc.

July 4, 2016

Z and cast at Tom’s house for Haz’s birthday/July 4th celebration.

July 23, 2016

Tom, Z, and other Spider-man Homecoming cast members attend the San Diego Comic Con.  Z calls Tom the bomb during one of the interviews there.  Z and Tom pose for a couple cute photographs during the interviews at Comic Con.  Z snaps what appears to be the cast at a Comic Con after party.  

August 14, 2016

Tom and Z, along with Deja Carter, Z’s friend, dance (Typo Challenge, etc.) at Tom’s house in Atlanta.  

Tom and Z, along with Deja, are video recorded at Starbucks together.

August 16, 2016

Z wraps filming Spider-man Homecoming.  Z flies back to LA with Deja.

September 2, 2016

After over a three-month hiatus, Tom returns to Twitter, and simply tweets “tweet”.  Fans noticed he immediately followed Z.  Doesn’t tweet again until October 6, 2016, about his return to London.  He then apparently forgets his password and with Sony’s help is back on Twitter January 5, 2017.

Analysis:  On 9/2/2016, Tom accessed “Twittah” (Twitter) only to follow Z.

September 19, 2016

Z in NY to film The Greatest Showman.

September 23, 2016

Spider-man Homecoming wraps principal filming in Atlanta.  

Tom resumes filming in New York.

September 28, 2016

Spider-man cast, including Tom and Z, reunite at restaurant in NY.

September 29, 2016

Tom and Z attend opening night, Cirque Du Soleil, Kurios, in New York, along with Spider-man cast and members of Tom’s family.  Tom is wearing a Kizzmet necklace from Z’s Mom’s jewelry line

October 3, 2016

Spider-man Homecoming filming wraps in Berlin.

October 4, 2016

Tom in NY.

October 6, 2016

Tom returns to London

October 14, 2017

Tom returns to NY for Lost City of Z, New York Film Festival.

October 17, 2016

Tom, Z, and Jacob together attended Z’s co-star, Veronica Dunne’s Broadway premiere in the play Chicago.

October 18, 2016

Fan tweeted Tom Holland and Zendaya are in my work hallway.

November 9, 2016

Tom and Z grace the cover of The Hollywood Reporter.  Z’s stylist, Law Roach, styled both Z and Tom for this photo shoot.  Z also filmed the shoot for her App. 

@tomholland2013, IG:  Over the moon with my first cover. So grateful that I got to share it with the one and only @zendaya. Thanks mate for helping me out 👊🏻

@zendaya, IG:  Amidst all the chaos and sadness…this one good thing did happen to me today. Honored to share it with the very best…Spider-Man himself @tomholland2013🙏🏽 Thank you for this beautiful cover @THR

November 22, 2016

Tom, Z, and Jacob visit hospital in NY, and then all three go to the circus.  Tom is wearing the red and black Tomdaya shoes.  

Z tweeted:  I think we have worlds best real life Spider-Man… today @nyphospital with my favs @tomholland2013 @lifeisaloha

November 23, 2016

Tom and Z spotted coming out of her apartment building and arriving at Bang Bang Tattoo in NY.  Z is seen talking to tattoo artist who also does Z’s mom’s tattoos.  We later learn Tom got a spider tattoo on the bottom of his foot.  Z snaps paparazzi who followed and photographed them at Bang Bang.

Note:  Z doing her thing (damage control) with the paps.

November 24, 2016

It appears Tom was inside the private jet Z took home to LA for Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving

Tom in at least three videos at Z’s Thanksgiving bash, including a video on her App.  

November 28, 2016

Tom posted on IG that he was landing in the San Francisco airport for the first time (Bay area – Z’s from Oakland).  

November 29, 2016

Z spotted with her mom at basketball game in NY.  Tom’s not present, but Odell is.  Z snaps meeting Odell at the game was not planned.

December 4, 2016

Z attends premiere of Dear Evan Hansen.  She appears to be there with The Greatest Showman co-stars.  On January 18, 2017, Z posts (IG) she is attending Dear Evan Hansen for the third time.

On July 6, 2017, right before Spider-man Homecoming opened in U.S. theaters, Bruce Glikas, of Dear Evan Hansen, posts a photo with Tom Holland thanking Zendaya for the nice surprise and stating he’s looking forward to watching the Spider-man movie.

Analysis:  Z took Tom to one of the Dear Evan Hansen performances she attended.

December 6, 2016

Fan tweeted she saw Tom and Z together in a room on Broadway in NY.

January 28-31, 2017

Tom, Haz, and Jacob post photographs in Z’s apartment in NY.  Z snaps the boys playing cards in her apartment.  On 1/29 Tom visits Z on her Covergirl shoot.  When asked on 1/29 why he is in NY, Tom tells a fan he is visiting his girlfriend.  On 1/31, Tom is photographed leaving Z’s apartment building with his luggage.  Tom tweets paparazzi photo of himself exiting Z’s apartment building.  Tom posts a video of himself and Haz at the airport and their departure.  Haz tweets Z thanking her for putting them up and putting up with them over the weekend.  Tom posts another paparazzi photo of himself leaving Z’s apartment as his profile photo on his Twitter account.

Note:  Posting paparazzi photos on social media is what Z calls “damage control”.    

February 12, 2017

Tom in London for the BAFTAs.  Z congratulates Tom on social media for his BAFTA award.

March 3, 2017

Tom in LA filming a Dell commercial.

March 4-5, 2017

Z snapped herself with Tom and company at the cinema watching the Spider-man Homecoming trailer, and also at the Cheesecake Factory.  Theater employee said Tom paid for Z’s movie snacks and that the two were playing around while she rang up their purchases.

March 7, 2017

Tom in LA staying at the London Hotel.

Note:  Z did a photo shoot for CHI hair care products at the London Hotel during July 2016.  Did Z recommend this hotel to Tom?

March 15, 2017

Haz tweeted the boys are back in Town with a photo of Tom and Jacob.  Haz also posted a photo of Tom driving in the LA area.  Z snapped, your sick girlfriend really loves you, and immediately deleted the snap. 

March 19, 2017

Z and Tom spotted together in LA at a restaurant. 

March 28, 2017

Fan photographed with Tom on the set of KC Undercover.  

March 29, 2017

Z liked Tom’s tweet:  Favourite question of the day.  “Is spider-man a sex symbol?  ABSOLUTELY HAHAHA

March 30,  2017

Tom with Z at Choreo Carnival

April 1, 2017

Tom and Z filmed promos.  Tom plays with Noon on Z’s snap.

April 2, 2017

Tom and Z filmed Lip Sync Battle (LSB) (aired May 7, 2017).  Z appeared jealous when Chrissy said she wanted to live out her upside-down Spidey kiss fantasy, until John Legend appeared to fulfill Chrissy’s fantasy, and then Z was all smiles.  Z filmed LSB behind the scenes for her app which included lots of adorable interaction between Z and Tom.  

April 3, 2017

Haz tweeted leaving LA.

April 22, 2017

Haz tweeted in LA

April 23, 2017

Spider-man interview in LA.  Both Tom and Z are interviewed.  

Z hates on Tom’s DJ imitation with Haz at the London Hotel video that he posted on IG.

April 25, 2017

Zendaya fan tweeted that she had seen Z several times that week at Tom’s hotel in LA.

May 5, 2017

During the press tour in Brazil, an interviewer asks Tom if he has found his Liz Allan.  Tom’s response was, “Have I found my own Liz Allan?  Uh yeah, I guess so, kind of, I may have, yeah, maybe, sort of.”

May 7, 2017

Z and Tom attend the MTV Movie and TV Awards.  They debuted a new Spider-man trailer, sat together, and appeared to be in their own little world.  

May 9, 2017

Tom and Z spotted at The Grove in LA where they watched Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2.  They were also seen eating at a restaurant together.

May 14, 2017

Z takes private jet to Oakland for Mother’s Day.  Tom appears to be in a Snapchat video taken at Z’s grandmother’s house.  

May 28, 2017

Tom back in LA  and appears on Jimmy Kimmel.  

Note:  Tom attended a Knicks/Warriors game on January 31, 2016 – before it was announced Z landed a role in Spider-man Homecoming.  He also attended a Lakers game on March 17, 2017.  While on Jimmy Kimmel, it wasn’t the most recent basketball game that Tom attended, but the Warriors (Z’s favorite team) game that he had attended over a year before he went to the Lakers game that he talked about.  

May 29, 2017

Haz tweets photo of himself in the California hills.  It appears to be the area where Z likes to hike.

May 30, 2017

Tom in LA for Facebook Live and Yahoo Movies interviews.

June 1, 2017

Tom still in LA.  Posts on IG it’s his birthday and thanks his fans.  He also posts about watching the Baby Driver screening.  Haz tweets a photo of this screening as well.  When asked by interviewers what he did for his birthday, Tom said he was in bed by 9:00 p.m.  

Z wishes Tom a happy birthday on IG and Twitter.

June 2, 2017

Haz tweets he has a free day in LA.  Where is Tom?

Note:  Both Tom and Z were curiously silent on social media on Friday, June 2.   

June 4, 2017

Z’s niece’s birthday.  There is some speculation as to whether or not Tom can be heard in Deja’s snaps during the party.

June 5, 2017

Tom departs LA for Singapore.  Article published in which Z interviews Tom.

June 10, 2017

Tom departs for Singapore for Paris.




Tomdaya Press Tour Highlights 

Paris, Madrid, London, and Barcelona

June 12-13, 2015

Z and Tom in Paris for press tour.  Rumored to have been spotted holding hands during an interview.  It appears Haz was spending time alone running/sightseeing during the Paris press tour.  

While in Paris, doing separate interviews, Z was lurking on a Tom Holland fan account on Instagram.

Tom, Haz, Z, and Darnell attend a show together while in Paris.

June 14, 2017

Z and Tom in Madrid.  Our favorite duo have a “Stealing hearts since…” Twitter war based on photos taken during the press tour in Madrid.  Tom and Z share some loving glances and tender moments while being photographed together in Madrid.

June 15, 2017

Tom Will Smith’s Z during the press tour in London.  Several tender moments and adoring glances are exchanged.  

June 16, 2017

Tom records himself and Z stopping in a store in London to check out Spider-man merchandise.  Both attend private screening of Spider-man Homecoming in London for Tom’s friends and family.

June 17-19, 2017

Tom and Z in Barcelona.  Z snaps Tom singing along with Mario and Z’s duet of Let Me Love You while Z and Tom are sitting in a hotel room together.  Tom catches Z snapping him, jumps down from his perch on the windowsill, and it appears he may have tackled her.  

Tom takes Z’s YSL leather jacket.  Z snaps Tom wearing the jacket, and calls him a “theif”.  She also snaps Tom several times while singing and dancing in a vehicle they’re both in.

More tender moments and loving glances are shared during press tour photos.   

June 24-25, 2017

Spider-man Homecoming cast press tour in NY including Tom and Z.  Several adorable interviews come out during this press tour.  Z and Tom exchange teasing remarks and adoring glances.   




June 28, 2017

Z and Tom attend the Los Angeles premiere of Spider-man Homecoming and the after party.  

June 30, 2017

It appears Z dropped off Tom and company at LAX.

July 4, 2017

Z is in Paris and Tom is in LA.  Tom posts a photo of himself, Z, Haz, Jacob and Harry at the Escape Hotel in Los Angeles.

July 6, 7, 8, 2017

On 7/7, Z, Tom, and Haz watch Spider-man Homecoming at a theater in LA.  Z and Tom are photographed by fans wearing matching Spider-man hoodies near a theater on 7/8.

Tom goes hot spinning with Z’s mom, Claire, on 7/7 at 6 a.m.  Z is there but did not participate.  Z snaps Tom as he’s coming out of the spin class and beams when she sees him.  Tom is spent, but is all smiles for Z.

July 13, 2017

People.com reported Tom and Z are dating.

Z addresses on Twitter People’s claim that the two are dating but neither she nor Tom deny it.  

July 16, 2017

Tom in LA for the D23 Expo.  Z photographed by fans at a hotel where she is staying in LA.

July 17, 2017

Paparazzi catches Z and Tom together in Tom’s car in LA.  No friends, family, or personal assistants are in the car with them.  Z immediately Snapchats the story.

Note:  Damage control.

August 8, 2017

During an interview with Variety, Z denies dating Tom.

August 18 - 20 (Weekend)

Tom MIA.  Haz spotted and photographed without Tom.  

Z flew on a private jet to what appears to be Montreal to see Tom for the weekend.

September 1, 2017

Z’s birthday.  Tom posts pics from the same Spider-man photo shoot Z used for his birthday post.  Tom states:  “Miss you” and Z replies with “Shawty” and a heart symbol.

September 21, 2017

Z snaps a hilariously scary pic stating, I just tried to call you a billion times.  Tom posts a photo of himself on IG with the caption:  Yours

Analysis:  Are these two posts related?  You be the judge.

September 29 - October 1, 2017

Tom was MIA over the weekend and Z was quiet most of the day on Saturday. 

Saturday evening Z snapped two catered courses and the chef and his assistant who were present in her kitchen.  The snap showed five plates in total on Z’s kitchen island counter.  Darnell had two friends over at Z’s house earlier that day.  They were in Z’s pool and were playing with Noon, but Z wasn’t with them.  When Z snapped the catered food, it appears she is alone with the chef and his assistant.  The chef posted on his IG account both courses that Z snapped plus a dessert, but the second course was slightly different from the one Z posted in that it had meat while the one Z snapped was vegetarian, but otherwise it was the same in presentation and appearance.  Z is a vegetarian, but Tom eats meat. 

Tom wasn’t seen or photographed in Las Vegas this weekend (Haz was in Vegas all weekend for his step-brother’s bachelor party).  

Harry appeared to be alone in Montreal on Friday night, and to have gone fishing with a Chaos Walking crew member over the weekend.  

On 10/1, Tom posts an IG story on an airplane.  The flight is Air Canada 798 non-stop LA to Montreal scheduled departure 11:40 a.m.   

Tom photographed arriving in Montreal on the night of 10/1, approximately five hours after posting his IG story on a plane (the flight from LA to Montreal takes approximately 5 hours).  

Analysis:  Tom spent the weekend in LA with Z.   

October 2-11, 2017

10/2 – Z arrived in NY

10/3-10/11 – Z appears on Good Morning America and later attends the Without a Net premiere on 10/3, attends Bruno Mars concert on 10/4, is spotted by fans and paps in NY on 10/5, and snaps what appears to be a photo shoot with her stylist, Law Roach on 10/6.  Z photographed by paps in NY on 10/7 and then disappears until 10/11 when she is photographed at an event in NY.  

Note:  NY to Montreal is only 1.5 hours by plane.

10/7 – Tom in Atlanta for MCU 10th anniversary photo shoot.  It appears he returns to Canada later that night.  Z rumored to be in Atlanta but there is no visual evidence. 

10/8 – Haz stories himself and Harry shopping without Tom.

10/9 – Monday, Canadian Thanksgiving.  Tom may have had the day off.

10/11 – Jetlux, the private jet company Z uses, reposted a photo of Z.  Z is later photographed at an event in NY.  Did she fly Jetlux from Montreal to NY on 10/11?  It would appear so.

Haz IG stories the boys (Haz, Harry, and Tom) watching Mean Girls at their house in the Saint-Paulin area in Canada.   

10/12 – Z returns to LA and resumes snapping 

Analysis:  Z, the queen of Snapchat, did not snap Saturday, 10/7 through Wednesday, 10/11.  Then snap, snap snap, she was back in LA as of Thursday, October 12.  She was in NY on October 2 through 7, and then again on October 11.  But where was she during October 8 through 10?  Frolicking in Canada with her freind? 

October 14 and 15

Tom in London for his mum’s birthday celebration. 

Imagine meeting Chris at an airport.

A/N: My loves, I may have another series on my hands. (Chapter One: Unexpected Reader) A series involving the first series, which will make much more sense later. I don’t know if this will be a hit or a total miss, but a girl’s gotta try it out. (I feel like us fan fic writers will appreciate this love story.) Anyhoo, enjoy! ❤️

Your fingers absentmindedly thrummed the tabletop as you murmured the last line you just wrote to yourself. “Across the room, Chris watched you intently with a small smile on his lips. He thought of approaching you, but wondered if you were the kind of girl that would appreciate or reject his boldness.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, your finger hovering over the backspace key on your MacBook. It seemed like yet another cliché, and though clichés were what you and your hopeless romantics readers loved- you wanted to expand yourself. You huffed and pressed the delete key, allowing your words to get chewed up by the blinking bar.

“Now what was wrong with that?” You flinched and tensed when you heard an oddly familiar male voice come from over your shoulder; he was so close to you that you would feel the warmth of his minty breath on your cheek. “Clichés are great.” He winced as he pulled back, knowing he’d gotten a little too close. “I mean- there’s a reason they’re overused, right?”

Now usually, you weren’t the kind of person who would snap at a stranger in an airport; you were too worried about the repercussions to do that. Usually, you’d just send a death defying glare their way and let your eyes do the talking; you’d been told you had a very intimidating face, which you no doubt got from your mom. But this was different, this was a stranger reading your writing without permission. You’d always been incredibly protective and defensive when it came to your writing and people peering at your screens- be it laptop, iPad, or iPhone. It was your biggest pet peeve; you hated having people stand behind you while you were on any of those said devices. It wasn’t like you had something to hide, you just didn’t like your privacy being invaded.

“Thanks for the input I didn’t ask for.” You bit as you abruptly closed the screen of your MacBook; you heard him chuckle softly. “Do you want to know what I think?” You quizzed rhetorically as you turned to shoot the nosy stranger your famous glare. “I think you should mind-” You cut yourself off when you saw who it was. “Oh my God,” you breathed, “you’re Chris Evans.”

Yes, Chris Evans. Christopher Robert Evans as in the talented actor and director; Captain America himself; the brown haired, blue eyed, Bostonian angel; the man you could only dream of marrying one day; and the one who accompanied your protagonist in all her life endeavors. Chris Evans was actually in front of you, and talking to you, and breathing the same air as you, and all you’d said to him so far was “thanks for the input I didn’t ask for” as well as “I think you should mind your own damn business.” Even though you didn’t get to finish your latter, it was still not the way you’d imagined your first meeting with your celebrity crush to go.

“Yes I am,” he walked to sit in the chair opposite you, “but don’t let that stop you.”

Chris was trying not to show too much amusement, but he couldn’t help his smile. You were exactly the kind of girl he liked- sassy, but clearly sweeter than honey. He’d seen you earlier, when you were both checking in. You were talking to the little boy in front of you; he was wearing glasses too big for his face, but between you and young Jasper- Chris found you cuter. He then spotted you again in the departure hall, talking to an airport security dog while its officer was searching someone else’s bag. He was about to approach you when the officer took the dog away and you’d walked off, pouting. He thought that was it, that he wouldn’t have the chance to talk to you again- you may have been on the same flight but you were sitting in different classes- but then, he came across you sitting in Starbucks. He spotted you in the window and decided it was time he got to actually meeting you, rather than admiring you from afar. So far, his decision to approach you had been one of his best.

“You think I should mind…” He trailed off, his beautiful blue eyes urging you to continue.

“Your own damn business,” you mumbled sheepishly as you cussed yourself out. It wasn’t until he laughed that you felt a little better, guessed he was as nice as everyone said he was. “I am so sorry. I’m not usually that rude, I just-” you swallowed when you saw his intent gaze on you. “I don’t like it when people look at my screen. I’m very protective of my writing and I don’t-”

“Don’t even worry about it,” he cut you off with one of his typical, heart thumping Chris Evans smile. “I’m not usually that nosy. It’s just that I heard you mumble my name and you were watching your screen so intently that I got curious as to what had your attention. Fan fiction is an interesting thing,” he commented with a soft chuckle.

“Oh God,” you blushed deeply. “It’s not- um- I don’t- you see-” you rambled and he laughed, placing a comforting hand over yours to soothe you. “I’m Y/N and I’m studying to be a screenwriter. I write fan fiction on Tumblr to put my work out there and get real people reviews,” you explained in a frazzled tone. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean any disrespect.”

“Oh, I know. You don’t have to apologize,” he smiled again and your heart fluttered again. “I think writing about someone is the greatest form of flattery. So relax,” he gave your hand a quick pat then pulled away, “I’m very flattered.”

“No you’re not,” you breathed in disbelief.

“Yes I am,” he chuckled. “It’s interesting to see how others see me, even if my fans may be a little biased.” He winked at you with a click of his tongue and you thought you’d swoon right there and then. “It’s nice to know people think I’d make a good boyfriend, and husband, and father. It’s actually very reassuring,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “I was starting to think I was the problem in my failed relationships.”

“You’re not serious,” you laughed and he smiled, appreciating how lovely you and your laughter was. “You’re like the perfect man. There is no way you were the problem in any of your failed relationships,” you said and suffered immediate regret, realizing you’d offended his exes. “Of course- I don’t mean any disrespect to anyone you’ve dated.” He laughed again, noting how cute you were when you panicked. “Jenny’s awesome, I loved her in Parks and Rec-”

“Hey,” he said and you stopped, holding your breath for some reason. “Breathe, Y/N.” He instructed and you did as he said. “I’m not going to bite your head off for speaking your piece. I know you don’t mean any harm with anything you say, so just- calm down, okay?” You nodded and he smiled. “I like hearing what you have to say, it’s very refreshing.”

“That’s very sweet of you to say,” you blushed again. “You know- I’ve only ever been called refreshing in my own stories.” You joked then laughed when he did. “Looks like someone is living up to that level of perfection us fan girls have created.”

“Oh, stop it.” He chuckled and waved his hand, feeling heat rise to his own cheeks. “Fan fic Chris might be perfect, but I don’t think I am.” He joked and you chuckled. “I mean- Fan fic Chris wouldn’t have read over your shoulder like that, he’d buy you a coffee first then politely ask what you were working on.”

“Hey, no one’s stopping you from doing that now.” You heard yourself flirt and you wanted to slap yourself in the face. What were you doing? This was Chris freaking Evans! He’d dated huge names, names that you couldn’t beat even in your best day. You needed to quit while you were ahead, you needed to just ask for a photo then leave him alone. You knew all that, yet the next words left your lips anyway, “I’m all for do-overs.”

“Aren’t I lucky?” He grinned which made you smile. “I’ll be right back then. You’re a…” He pointed at you as he rose to his feet, his tone and facials showed that he was trying to guess your drink so you didn’t offer any help. “Vanilla latte, kinda girl?” He quizzed and you felt your lips part in awe; how he guessed that was beyond both of you.

“Not bad, Mr. Evans.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, doing a small bow. “And call me Chris, ‘cause Mr. Evans is my dad and I’m not that old.” He joked and you nodded, chuckling. “Okay then, I’ll be right back. Oh-” he stopped and turned back, “just to make sure you don’t run off. Hold my phone, will you?”

“You want me to hold your phone for you?” You frowned when he nodded, smiling. “You do realize we just met, right?” He nodded. “And I’m a fan, like- a huge fan?” He nodded again. “Aren’t you worried I’ll go through your photos, or steal Sebastian Stan’s phone number?”

“Not really,” he shook his head. “I mean- I’ve got nothing to hide, and you don’t look like the kind of girl who would do that kind of thing anyway.” You bit back your smile; that was true. “As for stealing Seb’s number, well- I think he’d be lucky to have you in his life.”

“Okay, now that sounds like a line Fan fic Chris would say,” you teased him and he laughed. “Exactly how much fan fic do you read, Chris Evans?” You asked with a smug smirk, which turned into more of a shy smile when he winked. “Do you have a secret Tumblr account to keep track on all the writing we do about you?”

“I’m going to plead the fifth to that question.” He started towards the counter, glancing back at a giggling you as he did. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?” You nodded and he smiled as he told you, “I want to hear more about you and your writing.”

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Part 2

anonymous asked:

I love seeing your fics pop up in the Jumin tag, I always take the time of my day to read them! Do you think you could do a ficlet where MC gets amnesia and forgets about Jumin? (I guess you could say like a reverse situation of the fic Jumin getting amnesia, hhaha) Please and thank you!

Okay, so since I still really think that there is a lot that could come from amnesia fics I’m going to try something different that is probably not really thought of when it comes to these sort of fics.

I will be going with an idea brought up with the film Before I Go to Sleep, minus the whole horror aspect. I highly recommend the movie although it does deal with subjects involving traumatic experiences so please take caution!!! 

With that being said, I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day! Thank you <3

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Morning drifted into your gaze as your lids flickered open, worry seeping as a sudden thought poured into your head.

This wasn’t your home. 

Unfamiliar decorations scattered the room, photos of you and a man you didn’t recognize flowers you’d never chosen, and a window you’d never looked out of in your whole life.

But what horrified you more was the unknown arm blanketed around you, holding you close to whoever was next to you.

And as you turned your head, you came to meet him.

He was fast asleep, his breathing light and content, curly, messy strands of sooty hair sweeping about his features.

You gingerly lifted his arm from your own, swinging your legs over the bed and rising to your feet, staggering into what you thought was the bathroom, eyes widening as you saw what waited.

Spread across the wall was a mural. 

A mural of photos of you and the mysterious man.

Pictures of you in a wedding gown, him embracing you as if you were his greatest treasure, both of you smiling and laughing.

Pictures of you and him cradled together on the sofa, out and about in a city you hadn’t recognized, the two of you at dinner, or simply just a photo of the both of you beside one another, never truly wanting to part.

And yet the only answer were the notes scattered beside them.

‘Jumin Han’

‘Your husband’ 

‘Elizabeth 3rd’ 

‘RFA’ 

You gawked at them confusedly, feeling as if you should be connecting some sort of puzzle but utterly dumbfounded as to how exactly do so. 

You backed away slowly, gasping as you heard shifting from the bed, a light yawn escaping him.

“You’re up then…?” He murmured, glancing at you. 

You didn’t answer, staring at him.

“You saw the photos, didn’t you? You know who I am?” 

“I…I um…i-It says you’re my husband.” 

He picked up two wedding rings from the nightstand, slipping one on and setting the other in your palm, revealing the inscription.

‘My heart will always travel with you’

“We’ve been married for little over eight years now.” He muttered. “This has been going on for three years of that.” 

“What has?” 

“Your memory loss.” 

“W-Why?”

“There was an accident,” He replied. “It was our anniversary and I was taking you somewhere to surprise you, an eighteen wheeler ran a red light as we were turning and well…”

His voice drifted off, strained with the idea of having to bring it back up. 

“I managed to shield you from most of the physical damage when the truck rammed into the side that’s how my injuries came to be.” 

He lifted his right pant leg, revealing a prosthetic, slick and crisp metal modeling that of his other limb.

“It crushed my leg…” He confessed softly. “Aside from dying of blood loss, amputation was the only decision that was available…but it wasn’t even enough.” 

“For what?”

“To save you.” 

He reached out, wrapping his fingers on the side of your head, cringing for just a moment, as though remembering the blood and torn flesh that once peeled from it. 

“Our car was slammed into others, and your head crashed through the glass…” He whispered, tears seemingly threatening to spill.”You were dead for almost thirty seconds at the hospital love…I thought you were gone…” 

How many times had he been forced to retell this horrid tale to you?

How many times did he nearly cry?

How many times did he cry?

It hurt to think of that.

“Your brain can’t handle the trauma they told me…they said each day you’d revert to before it all…before you met me…the RFA…before you almost lost your life because of some silly surprise I had planned. A form of coping is what they call it.” 

“You couldn’t have predicted that…i-it’s not your fault.” 

He laughed weakly, ignoring the single tear that broke out.  

“Still the same beautiful heart…” He hummed, smiling weakly. “What made me so lucky to have you I’ll never know.” 

“How did we meet…?” 

“I suppose I should tell you something happy after all this shouldn’t I?” 

He stepped into the bathroom, beginning to change.

“It was accidental, to be honest. You were lead by a strange, anonymous number to the RFA chat room, and you took over planning for the Foundation’s party,” He answered. “As you were planning my father entered a catastrophe with his scandals, and I was dragged into it. When it started to take a toll on me I found comfort in you. You understood me, better than anyone ever had. I felt human with you, I still do.”

He came out, a polyester suit messily set up upon him, trying to compose himself as best as he could. 

“You untangled the knots in my head, and the moment I met you I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you,” He simpered. “All of my lives, if that sort of thing is true.” 

“Even now?” 

He nodded, certain.

“Even now.” 

“Do I ever…do I ever remember anything?” 

“You see a therapist that was recommended by our friend, V. He’ll call you in a bit when I’m gone for work and take you there.” 

“Why don’t you take me?”

“I-I…I don’t drive anywhere anymore…I-I can’t be in cars anymore.” He trembled for a moment, snapping himself out of it as he tugged his collar. “I walk now. Typically V will too, but he simply enjoys the sun. You can ask for Driver Kim if you’d prefer.” 

“No um..that’s fine.” 

“I work at the C & R building, my father is the CEO, I’m sure regardless you at least remember the company?”

You nodded weakly, figments of the immense building in your thoughts.

“Yeah you guys are…wow really popular…” You sighed. “My mom loves-” 

You paused, racing out into the hall, staring out at the grand penthouse before you. 

“Oh my god…” 

“You always did love the view,” He remarked, following after you. “Elizabeth 3rd should be around here somewhere if you’d like to say good morning to her as well.” 

“I saw her name on the notes.” 

“Yes she’s our cat, exceptionally stunning and amazing, only second to you,” He explained. “She did not like hearing that news.” 

You scoffed, amused. “Where is she?” 

“She likes to sleep in sun patches during the evenings but in the mornings she’ll be on the sofa usually. She used to sleep with us but the confusion in the mornings frightened her.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry!” 

“It’s not your fault, you can’t help it,” He assured you, setting a delicate palm on your shoulder. “we all understand that. We’re just grateful you’re here.” 

He led you to the couch, a television blank and reflecting, sets of tapes placed beneath it. 

“There are some videos we’ve recorded over the years that you sometimes play,” He pointed out. “I don’t know if it’d jog your memory in any way but if you’d like to go on.” 

“What’re they of?”

“One is our wedding, one is of our trips to…Greece I believe, and another is one of the RFA parties.” 

He checked his watch, huffing gently. “I need to leave, but I’ll be back tonight, I’ll call you when I’m able but don’t hesitate to if you need to, okay?”

“Okay.” 

He pressed a chaste kiss to your nose, waving goodbye before he left, the click of the knob being the last you heard of him.

And you were alone.

Until you heard a meow. 

You peered down the sofa, seeing the luscious white cat look up at you, droopy eyes and little yawn. 

You had enjoyed spending time with her, ensnared in the films that left you a mix of sorrow and butterflies erupting into your stomach as you held Elizabeth 3rd in your arms, only snatched away as your phone began to rapidly buzz in your pocket. 

And while you didn’t recognize the number, you recognized the name.

V.

You raised the phone timidly to your ear, waiting for him to speak first, unsure of what to say exactly.

“Hello? MC?”

“This is V…right?” 

“Yes that’s me, I’m outside waiting for you. Are you ready to see your therapist?” He asked, kindness painting his tone. “Jumin told you didn’t he?”

“Y-Yes.” 

“Do you want me to come up?”

“N-No, I’ll be down in a second!” 

“Don’t worry, take your time, I’ll be waiting.” 

He hung up promptly, soon seeing you rushing down confusedly down the stairs to meet him in the main hall.

“V-V?” You tapped his shoulder, shifting to you his gaze never quite meeting yours.

“MC?” 

“Oh thank goodness it’s you!” You let out a sigh of relief. “I’ve been wandering around asking so many people.” 

He chuckled. “You don’t change in the slightest do you?” 

“I…I guess not.” 

“It’s a good thing, you have a lovely personality.” 

You furrowed your brow confusedly.

“Why’re you wearing sunglasses? It’s cloudy.” 

He frowned for a second, suddenly realizing why you wouldn’t know.

“Oh, of course-I can’t see, I’m blind,” He grinned slightly. “I have been for awhile now, it’s gotten worse lately.” 

“How bad…?”

“When we originally met it was blurred but it was something I could live with but now, it’s blending in, the colors are fading, and it’s…it’s less distinctive.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“It’s not your fault,” He comforted. “Don’t worry about me, let’s take care of you.” 

“Well, shouldn’t we take care of you too?”

“You’ve tried.” 

“I don’t want it.” 

You didn’t know what to say. 

So you didn’t say anything. 

He hadn’t sounded upset, it was simply a matter of fact, the same compassion clear in his tone however dismissive. 

Eventually, though, he did speak up again as you came to the therapist’s office, standing outside. 

“I can go in with you, I don’t know whether or not you want the company.” 

“I’d like to try to do it on my own.” 

“Alright, I’ll wait for you out here, you mind if I get some coffee or something?” He questioned. “I can pick you up something too if you’d like, though, I’m sure Jumin will want to take you to lunch afterwards.” 

“Just some water would be fine.” 

“Of course.” 

And soon enough, you were in an office.

Your therapist had been an older woman, lines decorating her expression as blinking accompanied the eyes, her voice low and soothing.

She hadn’t said anything particularly surprising but she had shown you photos and videos of a time long since forgotten.

Videos of you excited and delighted surrounded by people you didn’t recognize. 

People such as Yoosung, 707, Zen, and Jahee. 

You were told they were your friends, also members of the RFA, having helped guide you along to bringing life to a party long since gone.

But you stared at them.

And felt nothing. 

That could’ve easily been the word to describe your day.

Nothing. 

You would forget it all in the end.

So did it even matter?

The only time you felt something was with Jumin.

Even at his mention you felt your heart bubble and threaten to burst, your stomach twisting into knots, a fuzzy delight inside of you.

First, it had been a call. 

He had checked up on you, softening the moment he heard you, even despite the hints of sadness as you mentioned your confusion, only a reminder to a pain you couldn’t truly understand. 

The second time had been lunch.

He had come with photos and video messages from Jahee and Mr. Han hoping you were safe and well, stories filling your head the whole time of the experiences you had with them.

And the whole time he held your hand. 

He enveloped his own with yours, holding on as if you were a dream he never wanted to wake from, almost heavy to let go as you were forced to leave.

But you did come back together.

When his work had finished and evening dotted the sky with oranges and pink amongst the clouds he came home.

And you had been waiting.

You had come to the wedding video.

And you were crying.

You hadn’t really even realized you were, only figuring as Jumin rushed to your side, worried and baffled.

“L-Love what’s the matter? What’s…” 

He couldn’t finish, glancing up at the screen to see the two of you exchanging vows, you yourself hardly able to finish before erupting into a nervous sort of laughter, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“I…I ruined everything.” You mumbled. “Didn’t I?”

“What?”

“I took all of this happiness from us.”

“You didn’t take anything from us, you couldn’t have helped what happened.” 

“Why do you even still love me?” You pointed at the version of you in the tape. “I’m not them…I’m not.” 

“Yes, you are.” 

“Then why am I waking up every day to a stranger?” You cried, swallowing hard. “Why am I unaware of the person beside me every morning? I don’t know you when the next day comes Jumin! I can’t be who you married!” 

“MC, look at me, please.” 

You did, reluctantly. 

He took your hands, running a gentle thumb over your knuckles.

And you felt the same feeling from him as you did at lunch.

A total and absolute desire to never let go.

“The first night, when you came home…after the…the accident…” He let out a shaky breath. “You saw me, and you started screaming. You jumped from the bed and started trying to run away. You tried to keep me away at all costs because you didn’t know me.” 

“You…You hit me.” 

You didn’t dare utter a word.

But your heart shattered. 

“But now, you’re not scared anymore…you don’t run away. You listen to me, you talk to me, and you even-” He stifled a sob. “you even smile at me.” 

“I don’t expect everything to go back to how it was, but I know that things are changing, they’re getting better.” 

“Jumin-” 

“I understand you may never wake up one day and remember everything from yesterday, and I will have to tell you the same story each time, and hope for the littlest of things. But I also understand that you’re still you. No matter what, each and every time I see you I see the person I am desperately in love with.” 

“I don’t deserve that.” 

“You do darling, you deserve that and the whole world.” 

He stood up, helping you to your feet. 

“You don’t have to remember everything right away, but until you do, even if it’s a second a day, I’m going to be here, with you. And I’m going to help you through it.” 

He wiped the tears emerging from your gaze, hiding his own as he embraced you.

“P-Promise?” 

“I promise.” 

And perhaps finally, you weren’t so afraid of tomorrow.

For you know, he would still be there.

And he always would be.

For one day, you would wake up to him in the morning.

And you would remember how much he truly adored you.

VOGUE HOMBRE JARED LETO INTERVIEW  TRANSLATION

Pictures taken from: @mars-avenue (found on twitter by @purplejellybean)

Translation by @dreaminginmars

          The actor, musician, director and producer, Oscar winner, and frontman/singer of the band Thirty Seconds to Mars is very clear in what he wants and what he doesn’t want. He has demonstrated this amongst his multifaceted career where he has made possible all that he has proposed, now that the word ‘impossible’ has never, and probably will never, exist for him. This is the second time I interview him. Our first encounter took place in London for the launch of the fragrance Gucci Guilty Absolute last year. This new interview takes place in his house in Los Angeles, in which Jared is found in absolute privacy. It’s a sunny morning full of expectations because he will star on the cover of Vogue Hombre, photographed by the lens of his inseparable and loyal friend, the celebrity photographer Terry Richardson. In an instance, Jared appears in one of the multiple rooms of his house wearing only a robe. It’s impossible not to be captivated by his gaze and the attractive color of his eyes, that to a certain point seem to be enchanting. In Hollywood, Leto is considered one of the biggest stars since he has the ability to be an actor with a chameleon complex, how he has demonstrated it in multiple films by grand directors such as Darren Aronofsky, Jean-Marc Valeé, and David Ayer. Jared says hello to us with a smile and he starts to take a look at the diverse wardrobe prepared for him through the works of Alessandro Michele, creative director of Gucci, who in diverse occasions has become known for revolving his aesthetics around irreverence and retro chic which sets apart the era for the Italian firm. Leto, in his part, has not been the only one captivated by Michele’s designs, but also by the entire world of this individual talent, now that there is no one better than him to interpret the right Gucci spirit needed for this cover shoot.

          The photo session started with a group by the name of Original Sin of INXS, who set out an schedule that allowed Jared to project energy and dynamics in every take. The pairing between Leto and Richardson is a fusion that happens in an inexplicable manner that only they can decipher and on top of that, these “wild men” (Garçon sauvage) add their favorite melodies to accompany the shoot. The clicking of the shutter stops and Jared appears minutes afterwards on the set, dazzling all of those in the studio with him. He has on a three piece tuxedo accompanied by socks and slippers and they confirm that only people like him like to mix styles with the end result of the look being less lavish. At the end, Jared goes to one of the adjacent rooms, where he was waiting for me, seated and surrounded by jewels that capture his impulse and essence. I congratulated him for how he did in the photoshoot and he casually comments that just this morning, right before we met with each other, he had an accident while rock climbing and that caused a lesion in his back. The sport is one of his greatest passions. “Go scale [a mountain], spend some time surrounded by nature because it soothes the soul and it makes you feel stronger in all ways: mentally, emotionally, and physically,” [he] asserts. After seeing him in the [photo] session, I would have never imagined what happened prior to that,  what testifies to his professionalism is that in no moment during the shoot did he mention he suffered through an accident. That attitude demonstrates more about his character than words can ever say and what I can confirm is that he is a man dedicated to his work and he is respectful to all those that surround him. I was curious as to what his favorite look was this session, and he replied: “The tuxedo, without a doubt.” It’s clear that it was the most captivating attire he wore in the pictures. “Other details that fascinated me was how Terry decided to use a grey background, and that tone resulted in the smooth mixing of all the colors.” 

          As if we had called for him, Terry Richardson came into the room in that moment and joined the conversation. All three of us found ourselves together and Jared joked about how I was lucky to be accompanied by two great talents in only one interview. We continued our conversation and Leto pointed out that each picture is special when you look at it from Richardson’s point of view. “I brought out people’s souls, without hiding their true selves, its all about the artist without manipulation, simply their energy shining through,” [he] expresses. Not taking life so seriously and without prejudice is his philosophy and they confirm that when they’re both together they share their experiences in a very natural way. “Terry and I spoke a few times before the session and we discussed ideas of what we wanted to project in this cover, it was a fusion of timeless elegance,” [he] reveals. “Without a doubt its one of the best shoots in which I have participated in. Every look demonstrates a part of my personality and it was really liberating to express myself one hundred percent,” [he] adds. Terry says goodbye and Jared and I start closing in little by little on the things that are most important to him and those that he doesn’t approve of. “I hate cruelty and when someone tries to degrade other people’s work,” [he] exclaims. Something that is clear when you speak to him face to face. “Being humble is part of my day to day since life has given me many lessons in different forms and stages that have led me to where I am today,” [he] states. One of the things that he was the most emotional to talk about was his new album and the tour he has prepared with Thirty Seconds to Mars, in which he has worked on for two years. “Mexico City is a key point for me, like Guadalajara and Monterrey,” [he] mentions. Destinations in Latin America are big protagonists in this comeback to performing on stage. The Mexican public transmits their energy and strength for life,” [he] assures. At the end of the interview, I am convinced that for Jared the big things are actually simplified to freeing your mind and being open to all possibilities.

Photographs (Pt. 2)

Harry still wasn’t sure if his decision to end your relationship was for the best or for the worst but through work and his busy schedule, he was only concentrated on his new interviews and promos. He wasn’t a workaholic. No. But he wanted a distraction. And his career was willing to offer him just that. He had almost persuaded himself that he was over you. That he only saw you as an old friend of his and not as his passionate lover who used to spoil him with her love and her support. But as soon as such thoughts made their appearance in his mind, he started working again in order to think of nothing but his new appointments.

But what happened when he was all alone in his home and you weren’t there to welcome him and relax him? What happened when work was no longer able to fill his mind and keep his thoughts away from you? What happened when he finally understood he shouldn’t have let you go? He started reminding himself why you were so important to him. That’s what happened.

He had fooled himself if he ever believed he could forget you. Even the simplest of things reminded him of you. When he was preparing his lunch, he couldn’t help but remember the times when you had cooked his favourite meal to help him get his mind of off his hectic day or when he would place his hands on your hips when you were doing the dishes; because leaving them dirty overnight is nasty, as you always said to Harry. Or when he was watching a movie, the thought of you snuggling closer to him and peppering each other with kisses and of course hugging him very tight throughout a horror movie would flood his damn mind; he had connected everything to you.

According to him though, the hardest time came by the night. When it was finally time to go upstairs and be met with the warmness of sleep. The thing was, he couldn’t sleep properly anymore. After some time of being asleep, he often found himself placing his arm near him, where your usual spot was, absentmindedly, but he was only met with coldness and emptiness instead of his lovely and welcoming girl who always slept with him. It was coming to a point where he felt, if not knew, that not being with you was an utter torture. Sometimes, he would be with his group of friends or with his family, but he would still feel like a part of him was absent. He couldn’t take it. It was slowly driving him insane. And what killed him more was not knowing if you felt the same. If he caused you so much pain as well, because he knew for sure how it felt being separated from you, or if you had found somebody new who would heal your wounds with the love he was only supposed to provide you with.

“What have I done to yeh and us, Y/N?”, were the words that were permanent on his lips. Sat on the bed he long ago shared with you, hands on his face and warm tears wetting his cheeks was his current position. He felt lost. He felt so numb that he was surprised he felt a jolt of pain when his foot kicked something under the bed he was sitting on. He hesitantly kneeled down to have a look and a simple box was staring right back at him. He didn’t remember having purchased a new pair of shoes recently so he just discarded the lid and the revelation of photographs picturing you two, came like a rushing wave. He had erased the box from his memory. He of course remembered all the photographs taken when you were a couple but he didn’t remember agreeing when you had suggested you both keep copies of the photographs. But now, he definitely remembered.

He placed his hand in the box and picked up a photograph. Not a particular one. Just one. And he wished he hadn’t.

“When was the last time I kissed you?”, you asked out of the blue and you were met with a smirking Harry.

“Hmm, I think ten minutes ago when we were cookin’ dinner”, he said before bringing the fork full of pasta to his lips.

“How did I manage to resist for so long?”, you acted being shocked and got up from your seat ready to share a kiss with your hungry boyfriend. Just as you were about to lean in, he filled his mouth with pasta and without thinking twice, you kissed him.

“Love, yeh have a bit of tomato sauce on yeh”, he said chuckling and you started laughing.

“Where? Where?”, you were feeling a little bit gross, but it was your decision to kiss him while he was chewing.

“Here baby”, he said before snapping the picture.

“Meh lovely tomato stained girl”, he said before grabbing your waist and kissing you while staining his mouth with tomato sauce as well.

All these memories made him curse under his breath. He started to wonder if you ever looked at the pictures as well. A part of him hoped you didn’t because if you did and you hadn’t called or sent a message, even accidentally, this meant you had moved on. And he couldn’t bring himself to handle this. His hand picked up another photograph and a smile made its way on his lips before more tears started blurring his vision. It was the last photo of you together.

Harry’s mom, Anne, had invited you over for a small gathering at her house. She knew the beautiful relationship between the two of you and she hoped it would last a lifetime.

“Harry, pass me the salt dear”, she said to her son and he happily obliged. He was so content you were getting along with his family that he couldn’t stop his smile from forming every now and then.

“I have an idea! Only if it is possible of course”, you said suddenly, getting everyone’s attention.

“Go on darling”, Anne encouraged you enthusiastically. You had the greatest ideas and Harry’s family was more than eager to participate.

“When we were coming with Harry, I couldn’t help but notice the perfectly decorated backyard. I was wondering if we could all go there after we finish dinner and have a few drinks along with some music!”.

“Like a small party yeah?”, Gemma completed and you nodded. Everyone agreed and after some time you were all outside.

“Yeh have brilliant ideas baby. Meh mom would never want to have a party unless she had it organized two weeks ago. Whereas your idea of a small gatherin’ just like a party was very smart”.

“Aw thank you Harry. It is nothing really. Anyone could have suggested it. But I wanted to cherish this backyard like crazy”, you said and just then Harry’s lips met your forehead. He was very proud and appreciative of you.

Just then, you heard it. A click. And this time, the photograph was not taken from either of you. It was taken from Anne. And she couldn’t choose a more perfect time to snap it.

“My two lovebirds”, she said and smiled while leaving you two be.

This was the last push. He knew it was time he got you back. He realized what a huge mistake he had made and honestly, he was okay, pleased even with the idea of making it up to you his whole life. The only thing he was wishing for was for you not to have moved on. But how could he ever think you had the strength to do that?

His feet carried him to your house. It wasn’t much of a distance and right now, he was thanking God. Before he was ready to knock on your door, he saw you. You were in your bedroom and you were doing what he had been doing some moments ago. You were looking at a photograph.

“I knew it. I’m comin’ baby”, he said and then, he knocked.

You were startled hearing the knocks on your door, because you were sure you weren’t expecting any visitors. Besides, it was late in the evening so no one would come at such an hour. When you opened your door, you choked on your own breath. He was the last person you expected to see on your doorstep. You took a good glimpse of him and knowing it would wreck you, you brought your eyes to his. His eyes were dull. They weren’t shining like before. They had lost their happiness; their life.

“What happened to your eyes Harry?”, was your only question. He was taken aback from your reaction but when he comprehended what you had just said, he smiled through his tear stained cheeks.

“They weren’t looking at you every day”, he said before showing you a piece of paper. You instantly started tearing up when you saw the picture he was holding out for you to see. It was the picture you were holding as well. The picture in which you two were kissing on your first date, right on your doorstep. How was this possible?

“Harry, h-how?”, you stuttered showing him the photograph you were holding as well. You felt a bit intimidated; it was like fate was playing tricks on you and it enjoyed it too.

“Whenever I wanted to sleep well in the night, I always held this picture close to meh. I guess I knew that this picture is as important to meh as it is to yeh. We are one Y/N. We make a whole. And I was a complete idiot fo’ lettin’ yeh slip through meh fingers. I wish we hadn’t let all this time pass us by. Is it too late now to make up fo’ it?”

You were distant. Yes, you were because the pain he had caused you was something unbearable. You only knew how strong you had to be not to witness yourself collapsing due to heartbreak. But as you were looking deep in his eyes, you suddenly knew you were the one for him and he was the one for you. He made a mistake but he looked determined to make it right. So you did the only thing you wanted to do all this time you had spent sitting alone and crying over your photographs; you kissed and hugged him like he was about to disappear once again and you would lose him for once and for all.

“I promise yeh Y/N. I am not leavin’ yeh again whether you like it or not”, he said before kissing you again, recreating the context of the photograph you were both holding that night.



Part two to Photographs was requested so here it is! I hope you guys liked reading it! Feedback is very much appreciated and don’t hesitate to express your feelings about my work! Requests are open and I will try to come back to you with the requests I have already received! Don’t worry loves! As I always say, more is yet to come! Stay tuned!

Regret - Part 3

Originally posted by fy-taeyong95

Genre: angst, fluff, slight smut

Pairing: Johnny x Reader, Taeyong x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find out that your boyfriend has been cheating on you and you leave him. Almost a year later, he realizes that he hasn’t quite gotten over you and he tries to get you back.

You ended up calling Taeyong a few weeks later. As soon as the line began to ring, you wanted to hang up. What if he forgot all about you? What if he didn’t even remember your name? More importantly, what if he was already seeing someone? Maybe you should’ve texted him first, you thought, as it continued to ring in your ear.

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The History of Us

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (I have a request for a prompt idea when you get the chance. If you could do 60. “Happy Birthday” and 37. “Can i kiss you?” where the reader’s birthday is today but the one person they thought would remember (peter) forgot because of avenger stuff. The reader ends up getting into a situation and Spider-Man saves them. You can reword or change anything you like. Also im requesting this cause my birthday is Sep. 23rd)
Genre: Neutral??
Warnings: Mentions of Food, Break-Ins, Kissing
A/N: This was requested by @frappichino23 a few days ago so I pushed it up on my request list to post it today!! Happy Birthday, my dude!!

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

You were always one of those kids who looked forward to their birthday– what kid wasn’t like that? You would prepare days in advance for the day, planning out your outfit and your plans for the day. You would give your parents a list of what gifts you wanted nearly months beforehand, and you even added the flavor cake you wanted onto it as well.

It stuck with you as you grew up. You turned ten, and you knew exactly what outfit you would be wearing a week before the day even came. You turned fourteen, and you began to plan your sixteenth birthday party. And when the day came two years later, it was perfect. All that planning had paid off. 

And still at eighteen, you were excited. It was your senior year of high school, and having to go to school on your birthday wasn’t the greatest option, but you stuck through it. You knew your friends would be waiting for you to wish you a ‘happy birthday’, and they would surely have a cupcake for you at lunch, just like they did every year. 

You were most excited to see Peter. He was always so enthusiastic about your birthday, possibly even more so than you were. On your sixteenth, he had made you dozens of cupcakes to spell out ‘Sweet Sixteen’ for you when you got home from school. Shortly after that day, he told you his secret. And on your seventeenth birthday, he let you wrap your arms tightly around him as he swung the two of you from skyscraper to skyscraper. He had landed on the top of one where you found a picnic already set up. 

It was by far the best birthday you had ever had. And you were looking forward to see how Peter would help you celebrate this year.

So when you walked into the cafeteria that day to your normal table to see your friends there without Peter, well, you could say you were a bit disappointed.

“Where’s Peter?” You asked as you sat down to a cupcakeless table in front of you. (You knew Peter was always the one to supply the cupcake.)

“Happy birthday!” Ned, Michelle, and Gwen all shouted at you, smiling. They ignored your question, but you smiled lightly in response.

“Thanks, guys,” you said, digging your phone from your bag to text Peter.

“He hasn’t answered any of our texts,” Ned said as you saw you do this, and you immediately frowned. You texted him nevertheless and waited for his response. The lunch bell rang for you to go back to class, and his response never came. Neither did the cupcake.

You pretended to be okay with it. It was fine; he was only one person. All your other friends had been there, had wished you a ‘happy birthday.’ It was fine, and you were fine. So why were you feeling so upset as you walked home later in the day?

You couldn’t help but hope to see Peter standing inside your house with something, like  tower of cupcakes, when you opened the door. But it wasn’t the image you were met with. You gasped as you saw your furniture flipped in every which way, glass shattered on the ground from vases and mirrors around the living room. You closed the door silently behind you, taking out your phone and dialing the police with one hand. You hovered your finger over the call button as you took another step into the house. 

You turned into the hallway towards the stairs where you saw picture frames knocked onto the ground, the frames broken in half. You bit your lip, looking at the photo of you and Peter on your sixteenth birthday. The two of you were kneeling in back of the cupcake-made words, smiling brightly with your arms around each other.

You would have to buy a new frame. 

A clattering upstairs made you jump. You weren’t sure if you should’ve just called the police right then and there, or if you should’ve gone to investigate the noise. But wanting to take the safer road, you quietly made your way back down the stairs and back outside as you pressed the call button.

The police arrived almost ten minutes later, and you had been watching your front door from across the street with wide eyes the entire time. You waited for someone to come out, or for something to happen, but nothing did. You called Peter as you stared, begging for him to pick up, but your heart dropped when you heard his voicemail begin.

“Hey, Pete,” you sighed into the phone shakily. “I called the police first because I figured that was the logical thing to do, and you haven’t picked up your phone today, so.”

You heard the sirens in the background and hurried your words. “I think someone’s in my house. The whole place is wrecked; everything is knocked over and shattered. I’m waiting across the street for someone to come. I’m okay, though, so don’t worry. Bye, Peter.”

The police cruisers parked in front of you, and the officers jumped out of their cars seconds after. “Which house is it, Miss?” One asked as they stared at you, leaning against the concrete sidewalk.

You pointed across the street to your home, and you wondered what they would find as they ran across the street and into the house. You saw a few of them pull out their guns, making you more worried. A few minutes later, you could hear yelling. You weren’t sure what they were saying. 

“(Y/N)!” You heard someone yell, and you jumped, turning your head in the direction of the voice. You felt the relief flood into you as you saw the red suit make its way towards you. 

“Hi,” you breathed out, looking up at him from where he stood in front of you. “The police are inside now.”

He nodded and looked towards the house, taking a step towards it. He looked at you once more before running to the house. “I’ll just be a minute.”

And he was right, when only a short minute later, the police were leading a mask-clad man out of your house. There were webs all over him. Spiderman followed behind them, walking nonchalantly with his arms crossed. You snorted when the police officers thanked him, and he nodded stiffly. 

You stood up from the sidewalk when the officers gave you the go-ahead, and you walked up to Peter across the street. “Wanna come inside with me?”

“Yeah,” he responded quickly, and you knew he was blushing under the mask when you rose an eyebrow at him. The two of you made it into your house again, and you sighed when you looked at the damage once more.

“Where were you today?” You asked, trying to distract yourself as you examined the now empty walls.

“Avenger stuff,” he mumbled, looking around, just as distraught as you. This was a second home to him; you knew he hated to see it torn up. “Some alien people, I don’t even know. Mr. Stark needed my help. It was a tough one, but we got them all in the end.”

“That’s good,” you nodded, and you looked over at him. “Did you get hurt?”

He shrugged, slipping the mask off of his face. He didn’t seem to have any bruises on his face, rendering you surprised. It was unordinary for him to have an injury-free face. “I got thrown around a bit, but I’m fine. I always am.”

You nodded once more as you walked up the stairs, keeping your eyes away from the damaged picture of you and Peter. You silently wondered when he would remember. You were almost afraid to walk into your bedroom as you opened the door slowly, holding your breath. You pushed the door open, peeking your head in slightly. You sighed in relief when you saw everything intact; the thief must have planned to go into your room last.

You moved to sit on your bed, slouching and putting your face into your hands. This wasn’t at all how you imagined your day going. You heard Peter take a seat next to you, and he softly rested a hand on your back, rubbing circles onto it. It barely calmed you.

“Today’s my birthday,” you finally said, voice cracking. You felt Peter’s hand stiffen on your back. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, so you looked up from your hands; his face crumpled.

“What?” He asked, although you knew he heard you. “That’s not- what’s today’s date? I swear-”

“It’s today, Peter,” you cut him off, and he bit his lip, shaking his head.

“(Y/N)-”

“Can you leave?” You asked, looking away from him. You heard the hitch in his breath, and worked harder to keep your gaze off of him. “I know I called you, but I just want to be alone right now.”

He stayed beside you for a few more moments before standing up. “Okay,” he whispered, and he moved towards the door. He stopped before he closed the door behind him.

Happy birthday, (Y/N),” he said. 

You curled into yourself when you heard the click of the lock.

It wasn’t a happy birthday at all.


You didn’t go to school the next day. You were too exhausted from the day before to talk to anyone, or to have to deal with seeing Peter’s face. You knew he didn’t mean to do anything wrong, but in your eyes, the person you were looking forward to seeing most on your birthday was the one who didn’t even remember.

Your phone rang with a text at five o’clock in the evening, and you hesitated on looking at it. You didn’t want it to be Peter, but in some odd way, you hoped he would be the one reaching out. You grabbed the phone from your nightstand before you could second-guess yourself.

Peter:
Meet me at the park in a half an hour. Please come.

You bit your lip. You weren’t sure if you wanted to see him. You wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the day. But your heart got the best of you, and you got up to change into more presentable clothes. 

As you walked out of your front door, you took your phone out of your pocket and dialed the police. You hovered your finger over the call button; you had gotten so much more paranoid than usual after yesterday’s events. Arriving at the park a few short minutes later, you were met with darkness.

“Peter?” You called out hesitantly, holding your finger closer over your phone. 

All of a sudden, the whole park lit up in front of you. The trees were covered in white lights, lanterns hanging from a few branches. There were arches of webs hanging from tree to tree, and you laughed lightly. They were glowing, and you wondered if Peter had made a new web concoction just for you. 

And standing under one of the arches, there he was. He wore a suit, a striking opposite to his usual one, with a dress shirt and a bowtie. You felt the smile light up your face just as much as the lights around you glimmered.

“Hi,” he spoke shyly, and both of you took a few steps towards each other.

“Hi,” you responded, just as shy. “What is all this?”

“I, um,” he looked around, cheeks growing red. “I owed you this.”

You shook your head, letting out a breath. “Peter-”

“Don’t talk yet,” he interrupted you, looking back into your eyes. “I had a plan, for your birthday,” he broke out into a bashful smile. “I would do this, hang all the lights around and some flowers that I had bought a few days ago. But the flowers are all wilted now, so I obviously had to improvise.”

He motioned to the webs above you, and you laughed softly again at the sight of them. They may have looked ridiculous, but they made your heart warm. It showed how much he cared about this, about you

“And then we’d sit under the gazebo in the middle of the park,” you looked towards it, but it was hard to see. It wasn’t lit up like the rest of your surroundings. “I didn’t have enough time to go get more lights for it, sorry.”

He looked bashful again, and you shook your head once more. “Don’t be. This is beautiful, Peter.”

“I’m not done,” he said, a smile to his lips, and an eyebrow raised on his forehead. 

“Okay, okay, go on,” you laughed. 

“Um,” he stopped smiling to look nervous, and you tilted your head slightly. “And then I’d take your hand in mine,” he took more steps towards you, stopping with only a small amount of space between you. 

You held your breath as he slowly, softly put his hand in yours. You let him slide his fingers between yours, and you felt the warmth in your chest grow. You wondered where he was going with this, and you tried not to let your hope get the best of you.

“And then I’d tell you,” he hesitated after he spoke, nervously looking at you. He took a deep breath before speaking again, and you felt your heart beat rapidly inside your chest. “And then I’d tell you that I love you.”

You breathed in deeply after he said the words, and for some reason, tears crowded in your eyes. You couldn’t believe he had just spoken the words, the words that you had been begging to hear from him for ages. 

“You love me,” you asked, although it didn’t sound like a question.

“I love you,” he breathed out, looking relieved to finally say it, but at the same time, he looked immensely nervous for your response. “And not like, as a friend, like in-”

“Can I kiss you?” You asked, laughing as you did so. And somehow, you didn’t feel nerves as you waited for his answer. You saw his nerves disappear as well as he smiled. 

“Yes,” he said eagerly, taking your other hand in his. And then you leaned forward as he did, and your lips touched. You felt the relief seep into you as you pressed yourself closer to him. 

And maybe your birthday wasn’t the greatest this year, but this day would forever go down in your history.

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I hope you like it, @frappichino23!! I was writing it quickly to get it done by today, so I’m sorry if it’s a bit messy!! Requests are open :)

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anonymous asked:

im not sure how i found your blog but it is now my favorite, all this jikook content is saving my life i feel so blessed 🙏 if you don't mind me asking, what are your favorite jikook moments?

Awww…your making me blush you cute anon, staph it!!

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

But nice to hear that you like my weird trashy blog, feel free to stay as long as you like fam ;)But back to your ask on my favourite Kookmin/Jikook moments?…dear god I’m having so many war flashbacks right now of all the Jikook moments that those dorks have blessed and also made us suffer with. Where do I even begin?!?! Guess I have to try so you can watch me go and fail to make an essay on the couple that reduced me into a mess of tears. But before I start I have to say to everyone else who might read this, that these are only my personal observations and opinions on the dynamics of these two so if you don’t like it or don’t agree with me then please do not read. :)

So anyway first I have to start with the legendary Jikook V-Live… they high key just flirted through the whole thing, the minute Jungkook came running in with his unfinished lunch at his hands. After that they just stared deeply into each others eyes,  forgot the meaning of personal space and said things like…


Yeah they said things like that, I kid you not and also did you hear the sounds of me suffering jungkook?! Because thats what I was legit doing while bearing witness to this V Live! And his voice lowered a couple of noches when he said it and then the tension dropped harder than my sanity after that. Dear god Jungkook has no chill. Please go watch it if you have not, it’s art. Now to the next thing the back hugs. Jikook being the legendary back hug couple I just have to share with you a couple of those moments. Like this when…

Originally posted by gayjikookadi

…they where taking a group photo and Jungkook? Well he seemed to just straight up ignore that, deciding to focus on hugging Jimin instead. He even closed his eyes while doing it!! I repeat he closed his eyes!! It felt like I was intriguing on something since Jungkook looked so at peace like as if Jimin was his safe haven in the middle of all that noice and flashing lights…And yes I cried when I saw it, how could I have not. And now onto this…

Originally posted by jungkookflirting

….Back hug which happened somewhere after Namjoon and Jimin had their little wedding moment during a fanmeet. Not saying that there is a connection, but also not saying that there isn’t one. So as on cue let us move on to the legendary topic of Jeonlous. It being one of my greatest aesthetics I just have to include it in this. I mean Nochu has so many notp’s these days that, I firmly believe them to be the sole reason why he probably lives in the gym like his life depends on it. Like the wise satellite-jeon once said Nochu is out there lifting to win.  

Here are some great examples of the struggles of Jeonlous…

Jungkook: *sees JoonMin standing close to each other* Gotta go and separate that shit. If I could have a dollar every time Jungkook went between these two I’d be swimming in money…aaand onto the next one.

Now this had me weak I mean Jungkook just straight up pushed J-Hope away from Jimin while trying to gain Jimins attention. He also did the same thing to Jin in one of the latest V live’s, when he tried to just look over Jimin shoulder and Jungkook was like nope. This boi is struggling to keep his chill.

I have so many many more Jeonlous moments like these but this will become way too long if I try to add them all in. But what I will have to add in is him doing that tongue thing he does when ever Jimin is concerned. Because he does it so often that it can’t be coincidental anymore. I mean once is accident, twice is coincidence but three times is pattern.

Originally posted by satellite-jeon

I have a whole folder full of him doing that, and if you ask why I have it…well its for science okay….*sweats nervously*. Let’s move onto the last and my most favourite moments…them trying their best to make each other laugh or smile. And I don’t think these moments even need an explanation on why they are so precious to me, because they pretty much explain themselves.

Now there are many more moments that I would like to talk about, but as i said before this will become way too long and also I need to go to sleep since it’s 04:46 am where I’m at. Meaning that this would start going downhill and fast from here if I continued and I want to keep this pg. level while my brain still allows it :D Hope that this very, very bad and messy answer in someways met your standards anon and thank you again for sending me that ask!

Btw since some of the gifs are from my save folder, because for the life of it Tumblr would not find me the ones I needed so please tell me if you know the names of the ones who made those gifs so I can credit them properly :)

Number 44

Request:  Can I have a cute Morgan Rielly one shot?

A/N: I think it’s cute? But like, what do I know lol

Word Count: 1171

Warnings: None (? I think)

Up Next: Tyler Seguin


You were by no means a puck slut. But you did enjoy hockey, a lot. You were fortunate enough to have not only season tickets but your seats were also right on the glass. You should probably disclose, you never want to see anyone seriously hurt. You do however love when they fight. It reminds you of old hockey.

So, three games ago, when number 44 got into a fight with the opposing teams’ defense right in front of you, it should have been the highlight of your night. Instead, you found yourself worried about him. Wishing he wouldn’t have gotten into the fight in the first place. The other guy got a couple good hit in and busted number 44’s lip. You knew there would be some bruising on his face too.

The refs broke the fight up. He skated over the side to go to the box and locked eyes with you. You were frozen. His bright blue eyes locked on your (Y/E/C) ones.  You didn’t even know him and you were already falling.

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