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BTS Reaction - Pulling away

Seokjin

Jin’s practically shaking with laughter as he tells you his anecdote, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, but really, you’re only half-listening.

“And then Kookie, he said-”  Jin cuts himself short when he looks at you from across the table, his eyebrows starting to pull downward into a frown as he realises how little you’re actually paying attention.  Usually you’d be laughing along with him - you’ve got the same lame sense of humour he does, and he loves you for it - but tonight you’re just staring at your plate, poking at your food, and it’s starting to unsettle him.  “Jagi, is everything ok?”  

“Hm?” you ask distractedly, only glancing up at him for a moment before your eyes drop once more.  

“Don’t you like it?”  

“It’s fine, Jin, I’m just… I’ve just gone off fish a little lately,” you tell him.  It’s a lame excuse, but you’d rather tell him that than tell him the truth - tell him that the reason you can’t eat is because you feel so nauseous with anxiety that you might throw up if you eat anymore.  

“Ah, it’s a good job I made your favourite dessert then!” he says enthusiastically, getting up from the table and whisking your still-full plate out from in front of you to take it to the kitchen.  “Can’t have you going hungry.”  

God, why does he have to be so sweet all the time?  So god damn perfect?  It’ll only make it feel so much worse when it eventually falls apart - and you know it will, because when you’re involved everything always does.  It’s inevitable.  

“You know what, I think I might just go home,” you say quickly, before he’s even managed to pull on his gloves to take out the apple pie you can smell cooking in the oven.  He falters, coming to a standstill between the kitchen counters, and when you finally bring yourself to look at him it makes your heart thud painfully.  “I don’t feel too good.”  

“Ok, let me drive you-”

“It’s fine, I’ll get a cab.”  If you say ‘it’s fine’ one more time this evening you think you might punch yourself in the face.  It’s not fine, nothing is, but you know it’s best you pull away a little now, before you both get in too deep. At least it might help to soften the blow.  

“Ok….” you hear him mumble as he turns off the oven and you pull on your coat.  He walks you to the door, and now it’s him that can’t look at you.  “Hope you feel better soon.”  

“Thanks.”

“See you soon?”

“See you soon,” you reply, and it feels like a goodbye.   

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Yoongi

“So I was thinking; there’s a new Mexican place that’s opened,” Yoongi tells you, his voice sounding even lower than usual over the phone after he’s clearly just woken up.  “You wanna go check it out sometime?”

“Hm… I dunno,” you mumble, rolling over in bed, your cell smushed between your ear and the pillow.  

“C’mon, their churros are supposed to be the shit.”  Despite yourself, you end up smiling at Yoongi’s words.  You wish you hadn’t though.  That momentary flicker of happiness now just makes you feel all the more miserable as you stare at the picture of Yoongi and you you’ve got pinned to your bedside cabinet.  

“I don’t really like Mexican food…”  You’re trying so hard to find an excuse not to make plans, to avoid seeing him for a little while.  It’s not that you don’t care about Yoongi.  Jesus, you most definitely do - but therein lies the problem.  It’s starting to feel scary now, how close you’re becoming.  You’re seeing each other too often, he’s texting you every day, and it feels wrong now if you go to sleep without hearing him say goodnight.  This growing dependency on him, this vulnerability; it’s terrifying.  

“Since when?” he scoffs, and all you can do in reply is sigh.  There’s a silence on the other end of the line, and in the end you have to roll away from that picture of the two of you that you love so much.  His eyes are too penetrating, too perceptive, even in a frozen image.  “What about chinese then?  You love chinese.”   He’s right, you do, and there’s no way you can deny that - not when the last time you went you ended up stuffing your face so much that he had to nurse you with a bad belly for the rest of the night.  

“Can I maybe just take a raincheck?  I’ve got so much work to do, Yoongi, and I’m sure you’re busy too.”  

There’s silence again but this time it feels uncomfortable, and it’s making you fidget even without being able to see the frosty expression you know he’ll be wearing right now.  

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing, Noona?  I’ve done it enough times myself to know when someone’s holding back.”  You swallow hard, staring at the wall and starting to chew your thumbnail nervously.  What are you supposed to say when he’s called you out like that; made you feel like the idiot you know you are?

He gives you an adequate amount of time to reply, to turn back from this road you’re travelling down, but when no response comes you hear him sigh, even his voice turning cold when his next words travel into your ears.  

“Either call me when you’re ready to get real, or don’t bother calling me at all.”  

Originally posted by minshoot

Hoseok

“Ah, babygirl, that was amazing.”  Hobi’s still panting from exertion as he lies next to you, staring at the ceiling with the goofiest of grins on his faces.  He’s always like this after you’ve had sex, always deliriously happy, like every time you do it is his first time, and you know what’s coming next.  

He rolls onto his side, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to cover your naked, sticky bodies and then snuggling closer, slinging his arm over his hip and pulling you close, sweat be damned.  He always gets so affectionate too, so tactile when he’s dosed up on oxytocin, and though at first you loved it, lately it’s become nothing but a source of anxiety to you.  It’d be fine if cuddling was all it was, but it’s not just that.  No, Hobi insists on lying there staring at you like you’re his everything, his entire world, his eyes taking in every little of your face until you end up laughing and batting him away, telling him to stop being such a freak.  

You don’t want him to look at you like that and nor do you want to be placed on his pedestal; not when you know it’ll make your inevitable fall from grace so much higher and more painful.   You don’t deserve all these loving looks and touches, not when you’re going to break his heart.  Though you don’t yet know how it’ll happen yet you know it will, because it’s just what you do.  

“I wish we could do this all day, every day,” he says wistfully, reaching up to thumb your cheek, staring back into your eyes.  You try to diffuse things with humour, rolling your eyes and pushing his hand away from your face, trying to ignore the way hurt flickers across his face.  

“That’s ‘cus you’re a horny bastard, Hobi.”  You sit up to put some distance between you, running your fingers through your hair to try and put it right.  Of course, he then sits up too, smoothing out the part of your hair at the back you can’t see to fix with his gentle hands.   

“Not just for that,” he persists, smiling cheekily, “I just like having you here, sex or no sex.  C’mon, wouldn’t you love to wake up to this face every morning?”   

“I guess,” you answer non-committedly, trying not to let your mind even hope to dream of your life ever being so wonderful.  You need to get out of here, before he starts dangling more perfect happy-ever-afters in front of your face, lies that you know will never come true.  Finding your underwear you start to get dressed, avoiding the questioning look in Hobi’s eyes.

“I thought you didn’t have to work today?”

“Yeah…” You pull your sweater on, glad that it hides your face, even for just a second.  “But I’ve got a lot I need to get done so…”  

“I’d kind of… I mean I’d planned on us having the whole day together…” he says quietly, unable to hide the disappointment and confusion on his face.  “If I’d known you were gonna go so soon I wouldn’t have-”

“Don’t worry, Hobi, it was fun.” You slip your feet into your shoes, practically running to his bedroom door as soon as they’re on, forcing a false smile on your face.  “I had fun.”  Fun, that’s all it is… it’s all it was ever supposed to be.  You weren’t supposed to end up liking him, needing him, lovin- “Let me know next time you wanna hook up.”  

“Hook up,” he repeats, his voice breaking.  Hobi looks like you’ve just plunged a knife straight into his heart, and though it breaks your own to see him in so much pain, you know it’s for the best.  Better now, rather than later.  “Right… sure.”  

Originally posted by jhopetal

Namjoon

“So… what do you think?”  

What do you think?  You think the song you just heard was amazing; one of the best Namjoon’s ever written, and that’s saying a lot when he’s so ridiculously talented to begin with.  You’re stunned, dumbstruck by the fact he’d write such beautiful lyrics about you, for you, and if you were a better person you’d probably start to cry with joy that your boyfriend wants to tell the world just how much you mean to him.  

But you’re not a good person, not like him, not even close, so instead of telling Namjoon how proud you are of him, how much you’ve come to love him, you say anything you can think of to drive a wedge between you.

“I don’t think you should put it on the album,” you say blankly, trying to keep your face impassive as you look back into his hopeful eyes.  “I don’t think the executives would be happy with it.”  His face falls, eyebrows knitting together as he tries to fathom you’re unexpected response.  You see his jaw clench, and you know he’s trying so hard to brace himself for whatever constructive criticism he thinks is coming.  It’s taken a long time for him to learn to do that so graciously; yet another skill he’s mastered.

“You don’t like it?  I know the bridge needs some work, but I can fix-”

“The song’s fine, Joonie,” you interrupt, making him pause mid-swivel in his chair to turn back to you rather than his desk.  “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.  ARMY won’t like you shoving your love-life in their faces - they want you guys permanently single so they can keep all their little fantasies about you.” Namjoon seems stunned into silence for a moment, and honestly, you’re a little impressed at just how reasonable your argument sounds too.  Cold, yes, but logical.  Surely with his big brain Namjoon should be happy enough accept your reasoning and let it lie?  

He’s quiet for a long while, face pensive until he finally get up out of his chair and comes to sit beside you, taking your hand.

“I don’t care.  We’ve always been able to write write the music we want… how we want it.  And the fans want us to be happy.”  Well… how do you argue with that?  He sits stroking the back of your hand with his thumb while he waits for you to say something, and now your mind has gone blank, unable to think of anything to say that won’t just sound harsh or cruel.  

“You might be happy to tell the world about us, Joonie but… I’m not.”  Harsh it is then.  You take your hand back, clamping both of them between your legs as you look to the floor, avoiding the hurt in his eyes.  “We never said this was going to be anything serious.”

“I see.”  His voice is tight, controlled as he speaks, suddenly sitting up straighter. He waits for a second, perhaps to see if you’ll sat any more, take it all back, but when you don’t he simply returns to his desk, facing the screen like you’re not even there.  “You may as well go home… I’m gonna be up all night trying to re-write this.”  

Originally posted by chimchams

Jimin

Your phone goes off for what feels like the hundredth time today, an unpleasantly harsh trill that shrieks through your otherwise quiet apartment, and once again you have to fight the urge to look, to read the text you know is waiting for you there.  If you look you’re more likely to reply, and you’re trying so, so hard to give yourself some space, to put some distance between you and the man you’re getting far too close to.  

You know what it’ll say anyway, more or less.  It’ll be Jimin being his usual sweet self, asking if you’re ok, asking you to please, please get back to him.  Why aren’t you replying?  Are you sure you’re ok?  Do you need him to come over?  Why are you so quiet?  It’s killing you. Every time your phone goes off it feels like a punch to the gut, because you do so desperately want to reply.  But you can’t, you mustn’t.  You’ve gotten too attached to him, too attached to this perfect boy whom all the girls want to touch.

You’re not stupid.  You’ve seen his fan-pages, you’ve seen the things they say about him.  And it’s not like you can blame them, but you’re too insecure to deal with having a boyfriend who’s wanted by so many.  You’ve been cheated on once before, and it’ll only be a matter of time before Jimin realises he’s too good for you and does the same; finds another girl who’s prettier and thinner and more interesting than you.  It’s better for you to protect yourself now, to pull away while you still can, before it’s too late.  

So you ignore his messages even as tears roll down your cheeks, lying on the sofa and holding yourself, just waiting for it to stop hurting so much.  Time passes, although you don’t keep track of how much; all you know is that eventually it goes dark outside, and your tired eyes are just starting to droop when all of a sudden your doorbell rings, jolting you awake again.  

You shuffle your way over to the door, half-asleep and wrapped in your blanket, pulling it open before you think to look through the spy-hole to check who it is.  Of course it would be Jimin standing there to see you looking like this, like the mess that you are, his eyes widening as he takes in your bloodshot eyes.

“Oh baby… baby, what’s wrong?” He steps inside before you can stop him, wrapping you up in his arms over the top of your blanket, pulling your head into the crook of his neck.  

You don’t want this, or at least for second you try to tell yourself that you don’t… but it’s just no use.  Relenting, you let yourself be held by him, inhaling the scent of his aftershave that’s become synonymous with happiness and giving yourself over to it all, at least for now.  You let him kiss you with your face in his hands, let him promise you that he’ll make it all ok, and you let yourself believe in this lie, just for a little while longer.  

“You know I love you… Whatever it is, baby, we’ll fix it… I love you,” he tells you over and over, his face pressed into your hair and all you can do is cry because you know you love him too, and you know it’ll never be enough.  

Originally posted by sosjimin

Taehyung

“Tae, Tae, stop it!” you giggle, trying your best to throw him off whilst ensuring you’re clenching your pelvic floor as hard as you possibly can; he’s be tickling you for what feels like forever now, and you’ll be damned if you give him the satisfaction of peeing yourself for him to tease you about that too.  

“Not until you call me Oppa!” he shouts back, sat on your stomach, his bony fingers digging into your ribs as he grins down at you.  He’s such a masochist - you know he’s getting off on this really, watching you squirm and struggle.

“You’re like one month older than me, weirdo!”

“Op-pa!” he persists, accentuating every syllable, his eyes narrowing when you shake your head.  His fingertips start to creep towards your armpits, your weakest spot, and no matter how hard you try to push his hands away he’s just too strong.  You barely make it ten seconds before you’re shouting ‘oppa’ over and over again, tears streaming from your eyes, just wanting it to end.  Finally, he relents, sitting up with a satisfied smirk on his face.

That’s when you chose your moment to strike.  You reach out to twist his nipples through his shirt, grinning wickedly, but before you can do anything Taehyung’s grabbed both your wrists and pinning them above your head, growling like an animal.  A beat passes where you just look at each other, both out of breath, and then you’re laughing again, in hysterics as you so often are when you’re together, only stopping when Taehyung eagerly crashes his lips against yours.

You expect the kiss to become more passionate, if anything, so you’re surprised when it gets softer, Tae letting go of your wrists to stroke his hands gently through your hair and down onto your face.  When he pulls away, still rubbing his thumbs along your cheeks, there’s something shining in his eyes that you’ve never seen from him before, some emotion that until now has been unknown.  You know exactly what it is though, you know because it’s exactly the same thing you can feel swelling in your own chest.  

He opens his mouth to speak, and that’s when you panic.  You’re not ready to hear those words again, and you’re certainly not ready to say them again.  Not after last time, not after what happened when-

You sit up abruptly, pushing him off you and hurrying to stand, grabbing your jacket from the sofa to leave before Taehyung snatches it back from your hand after having stood up almost as quickly as you.  He look so confused, his mouth hanging open, head tilted to the side as he tries to make sense of your sudden and unexpected change in behaviour.

“What’s-”

“Just don’t say it, Tae,” you snap, snatching your jacket back but just holding it there by your side, fist clenched, “I don’t want to hear it, ok?  Don’t say it, because you can’t take it back.”  

“Jagiya…” he whispers softly, his eyes starting to mist over with moisture, chin practically trembling as you flinch away from the touch of his hand.  

“Just… just leave it, please?”  You sound like you’re begging, on the verge of tears now too, and before he can try to reach out to you again you run from his apartment, leaving Taehyung to dissolve into tears, wondering how on earth it all suddenly went so wrong.  

Originally posted by jjks

Jungkook

He’s been getting possessive lately - it’s all too obvious for anyone who looks to see.  Every time you hang out with the rest of the group he keeps getting all… handsy.  Not in an inappropriate way or anything, but any time you’re talking to another guy he’ll just casually wrap his arm around your waist or lay it across your shoulder, like he’s subtly marking his territory.

You’re sure other girls wouldn’t mind.  They’d probably love to have someone like Jungkook lay his claim on them, thrilled to be considered such a prize worth protecting, but when he does it to you all you can think about is your ex-boyfriend and how he used to be exactly the same. Jealous, possessive, irrational, constantly accusing you of cheating even though he was the one that was fucking your best friend behind your back.  Ex-best friend, should you say.  

There’s a lot of ex’s in your past, for one reason or another, and that’s why after a few dates you’re still resisting Jungkook’s attempts to make the two of you into something more.  You can do without another ex to add to your list, thank you very much, no matter how much you can feel him getting under your skin with each and every day that passes.  That’s just another reason why you want to keep him at arm’s length - you can’t afford to let yourself be vulnerable.  Not again.  You’re not letting anyone hurt you like that ever again.  

Jungkook seems to be feeling particularly threatened today, though you’re not entirely sure why.  Perhaps it’s because of the skirt you’re wearing, or maybe it’s the way Yoongi keeps looking at you from across the room, but either way it’s starting to get your back up.  He doesn’t own you, and it’s the desire to show Jungkook exactly that that eventually drives you across to the other side of the studio to sit down next to Yoongi, smiling like a cheshire cat.  

You can feel his eyes on you the moment you strike up a conversation, eyes that you pointedly ignore, choosing instead to act like everything Yoongi says is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.  You lean your body into his, leaning your head on his shoulder as you laugh, placing your hand on his thigh and leaving it to linger there far longer than necessary.  Yoongi’s loving every second of it, lapping it up until Jungkook finally snaps and comes striding over, trying to look casual and failing miserably at doing so.

“Namjoon wants you,” he tells Yoongi, not even looking at his elder as he says it.  No, his eyes are fixed on you, full of both anger and hurt, and the moment Yoongi gets up with a groan Jungkook is taking his spot, flopping down at your side.  You see him tick his head to the side, clenching his jaw in the silence that follows, and find yourself smiling before you can help it at his adorable habit.  

God damn it, you really need to put a stop to this now, before you get even more attached than you already are.  

“Why were you acting like that?” he asks after a moment, once he’s sure the rest of his friends are sufficiently preoccupied.

“Acting like what?” you reply, sounding as innocent as possible, and you know it’s pissing him off because his jaw clenches again, his hands balling into fists and relaxing again where they hang over his knees.

“Flirting with Yoongi like that.  You were all over him.”  

“So?” you blurt out, only realising after you’ve already said it just how cold and callous you sound.  Jungkook actually looks taken aback when you turn your head to the side to look at him, his usually soft, doe eyes widened in confusion, no anger left to see.  

“So…?” he repeats quietly.  You stare him out, trying not to flinch at the sharp feeling of guilt that stabs through you when he falters first, turning his head with a shake and looking to the ground, swallowing against the lump you can guess that’s forming in his throat.  “I thought…”

“We’ve been on like… what… four dates, Jungkook?”  You sound condescending and cruel, and you hate yourself for it.  What a heartless bitch those exs have turned you into, huh?  “You can’t tell me you thought it was serious?”  

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

anonymous asked:

Hey so about regency au I was thinking, what if TONY gets hit with post pregnancy depression? (I don't know if this is the correct English term) but you Peter is married and is away and Harley is trying to find a mate and Maria is sick and yeah.... I don't know I just have a lot of feelings! Btw your blog seriously gives me life whenever I feel down I read something that you wrote and it literally always makes me feel better! Especially the angst fics with happy ending😍 love you!

(Aw, thanks, hon! I love you too!)

Part of the reason Tony struggles so much with Harley is actually because of his PPD. Part of his PPD is because of the normal hormone craziness after having a baby but part of it is also because he struggled so much more during his pregnancy with Harley and he feels kind of like a failure for it and it just makes the depression so much worse. The first week after he has Harley he can barely get out of bed, and the only reason he manages to feed Harley is because Bucky haltingly mentions that they can get a wet nurse for him. Tony would feel like even more of a failure if they had to do that so he drags himself out of bed to feed his baby.

Then Harley is a difficult baby and Tony feels even worse. Peter was so easy, such a quiet and gentle baby. Tony doesn’t know how Harley isn’t hoarse from all his screaming. He doesn’t sleep, he doesn’t settle–he only quiets when he’s attached to Tony’s tit and even then he fusses. Steve and Bucky try to help but Harley won’t settle for them but for a few minutes at a time. They find a reprieve with Peter but they feel guilty making their own young son make his baby brother settle.

For a moment Tony wishes he was back in the Stark kingdom under Obadiah if only he could get away from Harley and the thought makes him bawl because he loves his baby, he really does, and he would never actually want to be under Obadiah’s thumb again. But he’s just so miserable. He’s so tired but he can’t sleep, and his husbands keep trying to help him but they can’t, and Tony wishes he could just sleep and never wake up again.

After the incident where Tony misses his medicine and takes a header into a wooden chair arm, Bruce and Helen finally find a midwife with experience in this kind of thing, because they hadn’t realized how bad it was until a beta servant had burst into the infirmary bellowing for help, clutching Tony’s limp body to her chest. (Although to be fair, Tony had tried his hardest to soldier through.) She stays with Tony for a few weeks, helping him to find ways to take care of Harley that work, and only leaves once she feels Tony is ready. He’s still depressed but things are getting better; he’s out of the thick of it now.

(“I wish my mother were here,” Tony whispers tearfully, staring down at Harley in his lap. “Maybe she would have helped me.” The midwife doesn’t say anything that people would normally say to try to seem helpful, like he couldn’t know that Maria would help or that wishing wouldn’t make him feel better; she just reaches out and silently holds his hand, a quiet comfort. Tony grips back so tightly his knuckles turn white, and he’s certain he must be hurting her, but she never lets go, just lets him hold onto her and cry, and he thinks this may be the first time he’s truly gotten to mourn that his mother wasn’t there to see his children, to–to see him, as an adult.)

((Tony wakes up feeling fully rested for the first time since he got pregnant and he blurts out, “I’m a failure and Harley has died.” “He just slept through the night Tony oh my god,” Steve exclaims from changing Harley’s diaper. Harley finally becoming a good baby takes some… getting used to.))

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fandom: miraculous ladybug

summary: in the wake of a brush with death, it occurs to ladybug and chat noir that they should probably tell each other who they really are. and maybe confess their undying love. not necessarily in that order. one-shot.

genre: romance, fluff, and a pinch of angst

cross-posted: ao3

“I know I joke around a lot, Ladybug,” Chat said softly, and he lifted a hand to her cheek. “But I really care about you. You know that, right? I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Although the gesture was awfully intimate, even for Chat, they’d both just come within an inch of their lives from dying slow, painful deaths in front of each other and possibly losing all of Paris in the process. After that, it only felt right. Marinette leaned into the smooth leather of his glove, warmed by his hand. It struck her, not for the first time, that there was a human boy underneath that suit, flesh and bone and blood and heart, just like her. Knowing this, or perhaps more accurately, understanding this, made the realization that he could have died not twenty seconds ago that much more painful.

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anonymous asked:

I just read all your Nalu writing and loved it!!!! Do you have any recommended Nalu stories or nalu authors?

AWWW you’re making me blush <3 Thank you so much for letting me know ;)

I do indeed have favourite Authors. I’ve been busy recently so I haven’t had a chance to read some fanfics. I’ll do a rec list now (since I didn’t do one for fanfic appreciation day):

@mushi0131 - Mushi is mah girl when it comes to nalu goodness. She understands me, smutty/angst is where it’s at ;) *cough*read hurricane*cough

@not-just-any-fangirl  - her nalu fanfics are 🔥🔥🔥

@siriusly-random - She has refined the nalu humour, it’s just 👌

@rivendell101 - Beserk…Natsu is hot af in that fic. How can you not? 

@cinderellasflower - Her drabbles/one-shots put a smile on my face. 

@summylise - She’s good at angsty goodness <3

@zerooff - writes NaLu fluffy drabbles that is food for my shipper heart.

@soprana-snap - Great imagination, love her one-shots very muchly.

And a worthy mention, whose fics I haven’t managed to read but I’ve heard much praise ;)

@coleymari

Originally posted by desingyouruniverse

MWAH

A/N: GUYSSS WE’RE ALMOST UP TO 900 FOLLOWERS AND I’M BEYOND HAPPY THANK YOU SO MUCH !!! I KNOW I’VE BEEN TOTAL SHIT AT POSTING THE PAST FEW WEEKS JUST ASLDKASHRSER I’M HAPPY I LOVE YOU ALL SO FUCKING MUCH YOU ALL HAVE NO IDEA

I ALSO HAVEN’T HAD MANY IDEAS THAT’S WHY I NEED YOU ALL TO REQUEST!!!! I LITERALLY HAVE A PROMPT LIST GUYS USE IT!!!! 

this oneshot was based on dua lipa’s song blow your mind (mwah); dua slays me with her voice, you guys just KNOW i love this song bc i put it on my “favored songs 2017″ list, if you guys still haven’t checked it out please do!

  • PAIRING: Harry Potter x Slytherin!Reader
  • SUMMARY: In which Harry has an angsty relationship with Y/N, but somehow she always ends up blowing his mind.
  • WARNINGS: like what the description says, there will be angst
  • WORDS: 831

The Gryffindor and Slytherin hated each other. They envied one another, they resented each other. Their relationship was similar to what Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin had when they turned on each other, at first being mellow then turning into something that would possibly affect the people around them in a horrible way.

Harry and Y/N quarreled the moment they would catch sight of one another in the corridors of Hogwarts. So hard that their friends would hold them back, to not disturb the students around them that were scurrying to class. 

It would be a quiet morning or afternoon at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, students scampering around the magical castle. Harry would be walking to the direction of his class, his friends by his side, him laughing along to the joke that Ron would make, added by a slap in the head by Hermione. 

Y/N would also be walking to the direction of her class, her Slytherin friends beside her, their black and green ties tucked in, yet out for anyone to see with pride. They would be going opposite directions, yet to their misfortune, end up catching sight with the other. 

Harry would be the first to see the girl’s familiar Y/H/C hair, which would always be up in a ponytail. “Oh wow, you actually have friends Y/L/N?” Harry would yell quite obnoxiously that his friends aren’t even sure it’s their shy, and awkward friend. 

“Sod off, Potter!” The girl would yell, the same tone that the boy would use. She wouldn’t feel hurt, already being used to his taunting. 

They bickered so much that their friends thought that what they got was somewhat hot and something that money can’t buy. Or at least that’s what Harry’s friend, Ron, would say as he voiced out his thoughts by whispering it to Hermione only to be smacked with a book upside his red hair by her. 

To their disappointment, the Gryffindor’s and Slytherin’s would share classes. Such as potions, and that’s when she would blow his mind and she knew it.

It was the afternoon, it was the students’ last class before lunch started. Everyone was pumped and excited to go downstairs to the Grand Hall and eat, including Y/N. Yet, she felt a bit sassy that day and decided to take it out on Professor Snape. 

“What happens during the process of the Draught of Living Death potion as it is being made?” Snape asked, his voice droning on in the same monotone that the people in all of Hogwarts could recognize in a split second. “Would anyone care to answer the question?” Of course, out of all the students in the lifeless potions room, Hermione Granger would be the only person to have the energy to raise her hand up high. Snape didn’t even bother to look her way, “Anyone…?” Hermione still had her hand up, itching to answer the question. 

Harry rested his chin on the palm of his hand, looking at his friend beside him with disbelief of how one person can have the stamina to keep up with the tiresome class. That was until he heard Snape’s voice, saying the name that he hated, other than Voldemort. “Yes, Ms. Y/L/N?” 

The Potter boy turned his head to the girl that he had despised with all his being after hearing her name, needing to see how she’ll get out of this one as if it was a necessity. She cleared her throat, an amused look taking over her face, “Well, Professor Greaseball…” Snape didn’t even flinch at the offensive nickname that the students had given him, a bored look took over his face while the other students in the classroom stifled a laugh at their classmate’s comment. 

Harry couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged on his pink-stained lips, Hermione beside him still raising her hand back and forth like a maniac. Y/N continued, “This potion is described as changing in color during the process of being made, being that it has a texture and consistency similar to that of clear water. A process of examining the control of the potion is to drop a new or fresh leaf in it. Even then, the leaf is reduced to ashes.” She smiled a tight smile at the Professor. 

Snape turned sharply, mumbling a “five points to Slytherin” under his breath, but smirked nonetheless. Though the class didn’t look shocked, per se, at their witty classmate. However, Harry’s eyes widened, his eyes searching for the girl that he had once loathed. Their eyes met, Y/N shot a kiss at the boy along with a “mwah.” Which took him by surprise, making him almost fall out of his seat. 

Hermione luckily caught him though, scoffing, “No wonder why you hate her.”

He cleared his throat, readjusting himself. “Yeah…totally.” 

Harry would not get the girl out of his mind that whole day. Which made him think if you don’t like the way she talks, then why is she on your mind?

// In other news, I’ve reached 100 followers! I’m not gonna do a huge post naming every person, or a giveaway (I don’t even know how to make fancy stuff for my /own/ blog, friends; you wouldn’t /want/ graphics from me).

I’m just gonna say a simple “thank you” to those of you who follow me. I know I don’t have the best aesthetics, or the most popular faceclaims, and getting to even this milestone has been a long, slow, 2.5 year climb. But I love the people I interact with, and the people I follow and hope to one day write with, and you’ve all stuck with me, despite my semi-hiatus and my bursts of angst and just…

Tl;dr I appreciate each and every one of you, seriously. Thanks.

Allura Week Day 2

@allura-week

Day 2: Loss/Trauma

princess of nowhere

It’s not as though Allura could call out to him. She knows this. It’s not like he could ever answer but even so she finds herself calling anyway. Looking back at old holologs, searching through their messages, just for his voice, his face, his presence.

“Allura… I love you.”

“ Allura… I love you.”

“Allura… I love you.”

It’s all she has left really, just this fragment of a message, just the familiar sound, the warm crystal in her hand.

In these moments she is so profoundly alone. A princess without her kingdom. An orphan of the most piteous circumstances.

Sitting in the closet, trying to call out to a ghost. She has to call. Has to try. If she doesn’t she’ll forget his voice, forget the sound of his spirit. And if she forgets anything, even something so small, what kind of daughter would she be?

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thecxllective  asked:


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(I would just like to thank you and say bless your soul for sending me these 💕)

🍊 - What are your favourite genres of threads? Fluff? Angst? Etc

Honey you know that I’m always about angst. Doesn’t matter what time of the day, what year it is, what the weather’s like. I’m a slut for angst no matter what. But I do like fluff threads (especially for the muses THAT REALLY  NEED IT), and I love to do smut that has some sort of backstory to it (aka angst most of the time what a surprise).

🍓 - What’s your sweetest rp experience so far?

I think a tl;dr version is basically any time someone tells me that they even remotely like my muses. Like?? It’s so nice??? Some other honorable mentions include: that one time someone made a manip and a giffed my character that was in a ship with another one (and it wasn’t even their own character?? like WHAT?), any time I stay up way too late to just talk about my character and the other person’s like it’s one of my favorite past times, any sort of moodboard or graphic people have made for me?? I just.. I love you all, okay?

🍇 - Have you even encountered any partners that threw a tantrum at you?

LMAO ALRIGHT. BUCKLE UP AND PUT YOUR HELMETS ON BECAUSE I DO AND THAT’S WHY I CHANGE ALIAS A LOT. I usually stick to rpgs because it’s more consistent with activity and whatever, but I’ve definitely met a good amount of people that has thrown tantrums at me or at other members before. Most of the time they’re just flat out ugly with the way they go about things. I’ve seen people get anon hate and I’ve even had someone try to ‘get me on their side’ so they could turn on and basically kick another person out? Rpgs are surreal sometimes, guys. And I will say that there are some people out there that I refuse to write with because of what I’ve witnessed before.

🍒 - How many friends do you have on here?

WELL I HAVE @wolfgods (ilu bb), @hellboundhexthens (my og on and off bb because lmao I forget about this blog sometimes and I’m still sorry), @thecxllective (i am love you) @thedevilstole-yourbxys (😗😗). And while I’m on this subject I just want to give a shoutout the everyone that continued to follow me / interact with me even after I disappeared from here. Ilu all and I’m always happy to chat over IM!

🍍 - How many drafts are you stalling with this meme?

.. We don’t talk about this. Nah, I actually don’t have too many, and I’m sorry for the ones I’m sitting on right now.

🥝 - If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Oh god.. I’d say that I’d love to revisit South Korea and stay there for more than five days, but I also want to visit Italy, Scotland, and Taiwan.

🍅 - Have you ever had a case of mistaken identity for your muse or another?

I haven’t actually. I’ve forgotten a few of their names from time to time, but there are distinct things I associate each muse with (which, idk how since I have 85601353 characters).

🍆 - How much sin appears on your dash every day?

WITH ALL OF Y’ALL NASTIES THAT I FOLLOW? A good amount, but I personally think that it’s soothing to the soul to see the amount of smut / dick on my dash. 

🥒 - Are you thinking about reviving old muses? Who?

Not currently, but I have revived a few old muses already! I even started to, like, fuse a few of them together to make one character to make that muse extra spicy.

🌶 - Do you find your muse attractive?

LMAO WHICH ONE BECAUSE I LOVE ALL OF THEM WAY TOO ATTRACTIVE LBH.

🥔 - What’s the dumbest mistake you’ve made in rp?

Okay, real talk. I once found this rpg and I was into the plot of it so I applied. Yet after I was accepted I looked through the OOC list and A GOOD AMOUNT OF PEOPLE I DIDN’T LIKE WERE ALL IN IT. AND I WAS SCREAMING INTERNALLY FOR A DECADE.

🥜 - What’s the nuttiest thread you’ve ever had?

Already answered here!

anonymous asked:

hoooboy, I just read your loved and lost fic and you rekt me. you crushed my soul and I want more. I know it's meant to be short but a girl can dream tho

Ahhh I’m sorry but also really happy?? Thanks so much for sharing your reaction! The worst kind of angst is slow burn angst ughhh.

anonymous asked:

my thirsty ass wants another vkook poly text. Make it angsty. Significant other sees some articles that include one of them getting involved in a scandal (while they're on tour or vacation somewhere) and they gets upset and tells one of them but not the one involved in it and she acts all cold to that person and he knows whats up but tries to pry it out of them until they finally break and confess. I hope that was clear enough ^^" (if you wanna break it to two/three parts you can :3) -pia

this sounds like an angst party galore lmao I fckin l o v e this idea. I’d be glad to do this request especially for you pia ;) (also I’m not ignoring you’re other ask I just wanna send you a bunch of gifs filled with my love for you but I’m on mobile) 💗💗💗

—Admin Sav

Dear Heathers Hamilton, Be More Chill Inktober Prompts! (read under the cut for specifications)

i made these for myself but please feel free to use them and dont forget to tag your artwork so i can share it! :) 

1. Okay, so we’re doing this
The first musical you’ve heard from the ones listed (aka the one that started it all)
2. How lucky we are to eb alive right now
Different time period AU
3. …And Heather
Draw characters that are not heathers as a heather!
4. Its from Japaaaaan!
Draw a character who isnt from BMC with a SQUIP
5.-I am not the one who the story’s about…
Supporting characters appreciation day
6. It changed the meaning, did you intend this?
Swap the plots of two different musicals!
7. A place where the grass is greener..
Favorite AU
8. Have you read this?!
Favorite fanfic/fanfic scene
9. This way too good for a school play!
Favorite scene from one of the musicals
10. How they perceive you…
Headcanon day!
11. You are my favorite person <3
Fandom Artist appreciation day
12. Upgrade!
Redraw your favorite panel from an animatic!
13. Your words flooded my senses..
Draw something that represents your favorite lyric
14. Sept Huit Neuf..
Angst. Just. Angst.
15. You will be found
Mental Health awareness day
16. Our love is god
draw your OTP(s)
17. But not beacuse we’re gay!
draw your BROTP(s)
18. I know this can be beautiful
Fix THAT part from a musical, you know which one.
19. A million words apart
Draw your crackship (An unpopular/not famous in the fandom ship)
20. My name is Alexander Hamilton
Hamilton AU (Or just revolutionary/old era AU)
21. No one deserves to be forgotten
Understudy/not OBC appreciation day
22. Who- Who are you?
Crossover day
23. A guy i’d kinda be into
Draw your favorite actor
24. If i could tell her
Draw your favorite actress
25. You play who you need to play
OTP personality/clothes swap
26. …Sacrifice?
The character that has sacrificed the most (in your opinion)
27. Maybe prom night?
Characters at prom
28. Theres no other half there..
Unrequited/One-sided ship
29. Anyone as trusting or as kind
The cinnamon roll
30. Hate the sin, love the sinner
the SINnamon roll
31. I’m halloween partying tonight
Last day! Draw characters on a halloween party/with costumes/trick or treating :)

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Here it is! This is my first oneshot and longest piece yet – please be kind. As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Happy reading! xxh

Request? Yes! 

getting in a fight with harry and you almost break up and you have emotional sex where you’re both crying and stealing kisses and it’s raw and you’re both just so in love and i don’t know meaningful sex is so much better than just getting in each other’s pants when you feel like it – anon

Word count: 4.5k 

Genre: Angst/smut

Pairing: y/n & Harry

It was quite odd how you could feel so alone in a room so full of people.

Music jumping off of the walls, a steady bass thumping in your chest; laughter cutting through the air, cheers every so often as another round was poured out. The energy was addictive, yet you felt as if you were secluded in your own little bubble, away from everyone else and invisible to the party guests.

Harry stood beside you, happily buzzing with a glass of whiskey in hand. His laughs bellowed out from his chest and were much louder than normal – amplified by the alcohol pulsing through his body. He wasn’t drunk, but the extra confidence given to him by the glass he held was very obvious.

He’d turn to you, mouth parted and about to ask a question, but was swiftly pulled away by an eager acquaintance to congratulate him on ‘his big debut in Hollywood!’ or ‘his incredible new music!’. Harry was too kind to just brush off the compliment with a simple “thank you,” and was quickly taken up in another conversation, leaving you alone.

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“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”

“Drake.”

“How would that go?”

Drake.”

“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.

“Yes.”

“RAWR.”

“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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Angst Prompts

  • “…and when the clock struck 12 I was erased from their memory.”
  • “I didn’t want it to come to this.”
  • “Stop trying to save me!”
  • “I guess we just weren’t meant to be.”
  • “What do you mean they’re gone?”
  • “You know this wasn’t my choice.”
  • “I’m tired of pretending!”
  • “Just wait a little longer, we’re almost there.”
  • “There’s nothing here for me anymore.”
  • “I never cared in the first place.”
  • “You killed him!”
  • “I died when she did.”
  • “I told you I’d do anything for you.”
  • “Stop running from me.”
  • “Maybe we could’ve been, in another world.”
  • “I never stopped loving you.”
  • “None of this was real.”
  • “How foolish can you be?”
  • “I told you, you would never have them.”
  • I’ve always suspected it, I guess I just didn’t want it to be true.“
Skyline {VI}

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

Warnings: Language, blood mention, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: Oh my god you guys!!  I have so much to discuss but first and foremost I want to thank all of you for making this story into what it is.  I started this story two weeks ago and in those two weeks I’ve gained almost 2000 followers and have had success that I never even dreamed of.  Thank you so much for all that you’ve done for me, for this story, and hopefully for stories I write in the future!!! Skyline wouldn’t be what it is today without you guys.  Secondly, there will be a pt. 7!!!  I know I keep saying this, but I really did mean for this to be the last part.  It’s just that there are so many things I want to include and plot points I want to flesh out, and although I feel bad for writing angst chapter after angst chapter, I want to give you guys my all and I don’t want to short change you.  Finally, I would like to thank my friends Zoe and Jen for helping me brainstorm ideas and helping finalize details and plot points.  I love you guys so so much!!  Also, everyone, again, I DO NOT HAVE A TAGS LIST!!! I put this at the beginning of every chapter, it’s in my bio, and I’ve made multiple posts but people keep spamming me about it.  I am truly not trying to be mean, but I do my best to respond to every ask and message I get, and having to sort through a million people asking the same question is hard guys!!!.  Before, I go, one last thing: because everyone has sent me in songs that they listen to that remind them of Skyline, I compiled them into a playlist along with ones I listen to!!  Please give it a listen and try to listen in order, as the songs follow the storyline.  Link is below.  Enjoy everyone!!

skyline: a mixtape

{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v} 

Waking up the next morning was hard.  Sleep was like temporary amnesia, and when you awoke alone in bed, your hand automatically reached out for the note that Spider-Man always left before he disappeared every night.  Instead of feeling the usual smooth sheet of paper, however, you felt empty sheets that seemed colder than ever before.  It was then that the events of the previous night tumbled into your head, from your request to know Spider-Man’s identity, to him saying I love you for the first time, to you giving him up.

You groaned and rubbed your hand across your face, fatigue taking over.  More than anything, you wanted to fake an illness, stay in bed all day, and wallow in your thoughts, but you knew you had to get up. Although the breakup hurt you (did it count as a breakup if you were never really together in the first place?), you knew you made the right choice.  There was no way a relationship with a superhero would work out if the significant other didn’t know who they were; if you were to fall in love, you would need to be able to fall completely.

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Songs Currently in the works: Angst Katsudeku song titled “Worth It” and Fluff Katsudeku song with no title just yet. I have been nothing but Katsudeku trash for the past two weeks and these songs are fueled from my analysis and obsession with this angsty pair. 

STAY TUNED IN!!!!!!! and thank you for all the love :)

PS: If anyone knows the artists of these two lovely works of fanart can you please let me know so I can tag them appropriately? Thank you :)

Having a Preference Sucks
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