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Originally posted by riverdalebish


Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “3 - Zach Dempsey”

Prompt:

3. “Home is whenever I’m with you.”

Word count: 1.196

Posted: 12th of May 2017

A/N: It is finally Friday and it means that I am posting many imagines tonight! Here’s a Zach imagine to start, requested by my lovely Aja. I am trying to complete her long list of imagines and I am enjoying it!
Anyway, I hope that you enjoy it and please don’t be afraid to send me some feedbacks, my ask is always open for them, even when you need someone to talk to.
I am so overwhelmed for the requests and I hope to finish them before I start my training period, but I doubt it. I am trying my best to write as many imagines as I can in these days though. I just hope that you love my imagines and you enjoy them. Thank you so much.

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests as I have more than a hundred prompt requests in my ask box. There’s a little bit of chaos in my head right now and I would appreciate if you ask for something else, than staying on the same story lines. Thank you.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: a little bit of angst.


“Zach, I’ve made myself clear earlier today,” Your recently ex-boyfriend was revealed by your front door as you decided to open it after several loud deafening and annoying knocks. “I don’t want to see you anymore.” You emotionlessly stated, you still had fresh tear stains on your cheeks as you spent your whole day crying on the couch.

“(Y/N), please let me explain.” Zach worriedly insisted as he knew how much he hurt you, although he didn’t want to and he never meant to do it. “You know that I’ve never wanted to hurt you, right?”

“Zach, you’ve already hurt me.” You shook your head as you bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from crying. You were sure that you were vulnerable, but you wanted to put some barriers between Zach and your heart, he hurt you and you couldn’t just let him in like that again. “I heard you and Marcus, talking about some sort of bet.” You explained and a tight knot was being formed in your stomach by the thought of it. It hurt you and you couldn’t not point it out.

“(Y/N), I am here to explain you what that bet really meant.” You heard in his voice that he was trying to convince you. You were hurt and he knew that you wouldn’t let yourself in that easily.

“Zach, everything’s clear to me now.” Your lips suddenly shook as you tried your best to mask yourself, to be strong. You spent happy days with Zach before and then you would find yourself crying over some stupid issues, that was stressing.

The thing really hurt you: you heard him talking to Marcus about some bet and Marcus mentioned your name, as if they were betting on you. You didn’t expect it, mostly from your boyfriend, because you believed that Zach couldn’t do such thing and he would never do anything to hurt you.

You believed it, until he proved that you were wrong. You were having a very healthy relationship, but then you would realize that he was being a gentleman just because of a stupid and useless bet. What a shame, wasn’t it?

Zach surely cared for you, he showed his love and his interest in you. He would listen to your problems, to your thoughts, to your bland jokes. He would cheer you up, when you needed someone by your side. He would sing you to sleep whenever you felt alone or terrified of your talkative and noisy thoughts at night.

He would do anything for you and he was the perfect one because of those factors, but he just broke your trust, he played with your feelings and, most of all, he made fun of you, together with his friends.

Disappointing, right? How did he have a peaceful mind after all these months? How? You didn’t know and you didn’t even want to know.

“(Y/N), you heard Marcus’ version of things. You never heard mine!” He held your hand, but you quickly pushed him away. You noticed that he looked disappointed and unwanted. He felt rejected, because he thought that you would understand him, that you would show a little bit of your compassion, even after he hurt you.

Zach loved you because you were understanding and you never judged him when he did something wrong. You would always listen to his version of things and you were happy that you were able to talk to him of his mistakes, but in that instance? It was hard for you to listen to him, it was hard because your ears and brain were already stuffed with your negative thoughts of him, with his little white lies.

Maybe you were just jumping into conclusions, maybe Zach wasn’t really betting on you, maybe you were wrong and you felt guilty for eavesdropping, but everything hurt you. You had a heavy weight in your chest and you couldn’t swallow your pride that fast. Unluckily.

“Go home, Zach!” Little tears started running down your face, wetting your still-red and burning cheeks once again. You pushed him away, because you couldn’t stand to hear more lies from him.

“No, I am already home!” Zach protested as he took some steps forward, diminishing the distance between your bodies.

“What are you talking about?” You slightly pushed him away, but he was surely stronger and taller than you. The push didn’t even affect him and you hated him even more for that.

“(Y/N), I am already home because,” He cut himself from speaking when he grabbed your forearm and he insisted on touching your soft and warm hands. “home is whenever I am with you.

By hearing those pleasant and sweet words, you cried him a river as the weight in your chest became lighter and it was easier to deal with it. You were flattered and you felt lucky and loved, because he wasn’t giving up on you. In fact, he was fighting even more, fighting to win you back.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you and I know that I never did anything bad to hurt you.” He pulled you into a tight and warm hug as he noticed how broken and sad you were, letting you to pour your heart out.

You let his muscular arms wrap around your fragile body and you leant your head on his chest, letting him to mend your broken heart, to gather all the broken fragments of your heart.

“I’m sorry for what you’ve heard, but I think that you should listen to my version too.” He caressed your hair and played with it as he rubbed your back. You bit your lip as your tears slowly stained his varsity jacket. “Marcus’ truths aren’t my truths. Are you letting me to explain?”

“No excuses and no sugarcoated lies?” You asked him as you tried to assure yourself that talking to him would worth something.

“No excuses, no sugarcoated lies, just the truth, my truth.” Zach assured you as he pressed his lips on your forehead. “I really love you and I will never hurt you.”

Zach has always been sincere and true to you. He was a gentleman, right? Maybe he was saying the truth or maybe not, but you knew from the bottom of your heart that you loved Zach. No one and nothing could stop you from doing it, because he was your life, the love of your life.

People messes up, but there would always be a second chance for the people that we loved.

“I love you too, Zach,” You finally said after a long and peaceful silence. You realized how important Zach was for you and you couldn’t lose him just like that. “so much.” You added with a smiled and you wrapped your arms around him as he hugged you tighter. You adored the warmth that his body emanated, while he felt lucky and relieved that you gave him a second chance. You were finally thankful to get back home, after a long and tiring day of crying.

After all, Zach was your home too and he would always be the one you would come home to, no matter what happened.

Having a baby with Remus Lupin would include
  • Telling him you were pregnant for his birthday
  • Him thinking you were joking at first but finally understanding you were not
  • Not so manly tears, lots and lots of hugs and kisses
  • Him being the happiest man on Earth but still terrified your baby would end up having a « furry little problem » too
  • You telling him to stop worrying and that if it happened, you would handle it like bosses because that’s what you were, a team
  • The boys and Lily being so excited when you both told them, immediatly starting to fight to know who the baby would be named after
  • « You stole my man so you could at least name the baby after me Y/N ! » Sirius would tell you
  • Remus and you agreeing on making Sirius the godfather so he would stop whining

Originally posted by couplenotes

  • Remus watching your belly grow day by day, whispering sweet things to your future baby while you would play with his hair
  • Him being overprotective during all your pregnancy and insisting on doing all the chores
  • « I hope he will have his mother’s smile, because I love it. » he would say, « What if it’s a she ? » you would laugh « … it can be a she ?! »
  • Preparing the future baby’s room together, and Remus being very clumsy would surely hurt himself trying to build the bed and the rest on his own
  • Laughing so hard at his overdramatic reaction « I think I broke my nose with that stupid shelf, that’s not funny Y/N »

Originally posted by alevay

  • Finally, you would give birth to a healthy and beautiful little girl
  • Remus wanting her middle name to be Hope, like his mother
  • Remus first being petrified, overwhelmed by too much happiness to think straight
  • Him not knowing how to touch her because he would be scared to do something wrong and hurt her
  • Your babygirl crying whenever he would leave the room and touching the scars on his face with her tiny fingers, making the both of you smile
  • Lily and James giving you a dreamcatcher as a present, Peter offering a small pair of shoes and Sirius shyly handing you a stuffed animal that looked more like a potato than anything else
  • « I made it myself, it’s me as Padfoot. I know it looks a bit weird but I did my best… »
  • It would be the only toy your daughter wanted, and she wouldn’t be able to sleep without it
  • Remus singing her to sleep, making you fall in love with him a little more everytime

Originally posted by loversareeverywhere

  • Living in a small and cozy house in the middle of nowhere, but not that far from Sirius and James and Lily’s place
  • Remus changing her diapers for the first time
  • He would pass out
  • Sleeping together, your daughter between the two of you on the bed
  • Remus watching you both sleep peacefully, finally feeling home and truly loved
  • During his first Full Moon since you became parents, he would go as far from your home as possible, the boys coming with him as animagi like when you were at Hogwarts
  • You being relieved when he would come back safe, helping him healing his wounds before going to bed and cuddling
  • You would still have your little moments, just the two of you while Sirius would play the role of the babysitter (he loved it)
  • « Who’s gonna have the best time of her life with uncle Sirius while mommy and daddy make you a little bro ? Yes baby that’s you. »

Originally posted by in-da-tardis

  • Your first Christmas as a family, wearing horrible Christmas pullovers and secretly liking it
  • Decorating the Christmas tree together, your daughter on Remus’ shoulders putting a little star on top of it
  • Spending wintery nights by the fireplace
  • Taking a lot of pictures and filling many albums with them
  • Sirius secretely trying to make her say his name as her first word, and he would succeed
  • Remus being in shock when she would say « Sirius » before « daddy » or anything else
  • Having a snowball fight with him as a revenge, while you watched the two young men from the inside of your house with your little girl in your arms
  • Just being happy
  • Being home
  • Being a family

I’m sorry I had to delete it and post it again ! 

Because Remus as a dad is just too good, thanks for requesting anon, I hope you like it.xx

I just hit 70 followers, you guys are amazing. Credits to the gifs owners/makers.

Link to my last Remus would include.

Exo-M as a pop punk band

Lay

  • Guitar
  • Tries to be tough, but isn’t
  • A little oblivous but has a heart of gold
  • Is never 100% sure of what’s going on
  • Has no idea why girls refer to him as their father figure

Chen

  • Bass, backing vocals
  • Doesn’t really even know what “punk” means
  • Least concerned with looks
  • Everyone’s second choice
  • Is honestly only there because his friends are into it

Tao

  • Drums
  • Is NOT a good drummer
  • Always trying to switch places with Chen or Lay
  • Luhan and Kris won’t let him wear gucci on stage because it doesn’t “fit the look”
  • Takes everything personally

Kris

  • Lead singer
  • Using the band to avoid getting a job
  • Seems tough until he opens his mouth
  • Moves around too much on stage
  • Likes to tell people the band was all his idea

Luhan

  • Guitar, vocals
  • The most into the “punk” look, thinks it makes him look manly
  • Always last to get the joke
  • Isn’t allowed to write songs
  • More than a little bit gay for Xiumin

Xiumin

  • Keyboard/piano
  • Only stays because Luhan will cry if he leaves
  • No one believes he’s the oldest
  • Is secretly the most dirty minded
  • Doesn’t have the heart to tell Lay what “daddy” means

Exo K version here

Losing My Mind

Lance feels like he is losing his mind.  Everywhere he looks there are reminders of what once was and he can’t seem to get him out of his mind.

I really hurt myself when I wrote this story, the pain and suffering that I felt when I was listening to Jeremy Jordan’s version of Losing my mind from Follies inspired me to write this.  I just let the lyrics talk to me and help guide my hand as I wrote. 

On a bit of a sadistic note, I do hope I at least made one person cry as honestly I am trying to improve my writing style to make my readers really feel the emotions that the characters are feeling.  Hit me up with a comment with what you thought!

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I also wanted to say, I finished Jack’s lp of A Normal Lost Phone and holy shit. I guessed from the beginning that Sam was trans based on the way everyone was talking about her and how standoffish she seemed about it. Like all the ‘handsome man’ and ‘big boy’ things? How she had to get her hair cut? yadda yadda, the clues were there.

However, like Jack said about relating, I did relate to her a little bit. I don’t come from a super homophobic/transphobic family, but I do live in an area that’s somewhat iffy. Her coming to terms with it made me think of myself, all the times where I was faced with masculinity and it got me overly fucking excited. Like it just seemed right. When people at restaurants would call me sir and I would love it. When I wondered when my beard was gonna come in at a young age, despite the fact that it would never come naturally…. I was crying, 3 in the morning, while watching him play that game. Happy tears, for her mostly lol. That game was pretty good… hell..

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Courage

Originally posted by purrfectaylor

Hogwarts!AU, Tzuyu x Reader

Fluff & Angst

Word Count: 2466

Written by Admin LJ 

Author’s Note: I went a little overboard with the length of this one, but it’s because I LOVE Harry Potter, and Soft Slytherin!Tzuyu is a concept I’ll take to my grave. Enjoy!)

For the longest time, you were never sure how Tzuyu wound up in Slytherin so easily.

You remember her being sorted on your very first day at Hogwarts- the Sorting Hat had barely touched her head before it shouted “Slytherin!”, leaving the Great Hall echoing with the cheers of Slytherin house as their newest housemate joined their table, all while the other houses groaned in annoyance.

It didn’t take you very long to start to wonder why the Sorting Hat didn’t hesitate the slightest bit- you had learned early on that Tzuyu didn’t have many qualities of a Slytherin- she was incredibly intelligent and creative, much like a Ravenclaw, as seen on multiple occasions in the Charms class you two had together (you always watched in admiration as Tzuyu excelled at every spell your professor taught, giggling with her friends as she turned her owl into a goblet with a flawless flick of her wand). She aced all of her OWL’s with flying colors as the years progressed, and sometimes you had to admit you were a bit envious of her intelligence.

Tzuyu also held the same level of courage and recklessness as her Gryffindor peers, which was evident on your sixth day of school, when you witnessed Tzuyu tackle a third years rogue Monster Book of Monsters that had been tearing down the hall after a professor (Slytherin house earned twenty points for her act of bravery). Not three weeks later, she had joined the Slytherin Quidditch team as their youngest seeker. She had become well known for her daring leaps at the Golden Snitch, quite literally throwing herself off her broom in an effort to catch the tricky game winner (lucky for her, her teammates were always there to catch her).

It wasn’t a secret that Tzuyu was also the most Hufflepuff-like Slytherin to exist- while her entire house was loyal to each other, she was also fiercely loyal to her friends of other houses (she had grown to be exceptionally close with Dahyun and Jihyo, two older Gryffindor students who swore they were practically raising Tzuyu as their child, despite the mere two year difference between her and Jihyo). She was also incredibly humble, and patient, and even started tutoring in her third year.

Tzuyu was intelligent, unwaveringly brave, and selfless.

What traits of a Slytherin did she possess to land her in the most stereotypically unpopular House at Hogwarts?

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[Why I Love] - Chpt. 9

Unforgiven

Negan x Addison 

A/N: If you guys ever have any suggestions don’t hesitate to let me know! I could always use inspiration. xxx

Chapter 8 || Masterlist 

Originally posted by londoncapsule

Catherine watched Annie aggressively beat the raw dough with her hands. She knew kneading relieved stress, but Annie was using it as her punching bag. “What’s with you?” 

“Nothing” She grumbled. 

“Come on, talk to me to me. You’ve been in a foul mood all day” 

Annie slammed the dough onto the table, placing her floured hands on her hips. “Something happened last night” She said. Annie considered Catherine her best, if not her only friend at the sanctuary. She knew that most of the other women couldn’t stand her, but Catherine always had her back. 

“What happened?” 

What started off as an incredibly satisfying punishment by Negan, turned into a night Annie wanted to forget. “So you know how Negan came to my room last night?” 

Catherine rolled her eyes, “I think we all heard you two, but yes continue…” 

“He called me by someone else’s name” Annie replied, folding her arms over her chest . Everyone knew she was Negan’s favorite, and Annie was stupid enough to allow herself to fall for this man. She enjoyed fucking Negan, especially on the nights where the two of them would lay naked together afterwards and just talk for hours. 

“Whose name?” Catherine asked, placing her arm over her friend’s shoulder to comfort her. 

Annie turned to her, “He called me Addison”, she could taste the bitterness in her mouth. “He actually said that bitch’s fucking name while he was inside me” 

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Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 40

As the door slammed closed, I leaned my back against it before crumpling down to the floor in a heap. I felt like my world just toppled in on me.

When people disagree, there seems to be one of two ways they tend handle it. One way is to talk through everything, no matter how heated. They don’t stop until the problem is resolved then they let it go and move on.

The other is to take a break, give each other some space to let emotions cool down then talk it out. Waiting gives you time to pull your thoughts together and think before you speak so that you don’t do or say something you’ll regret later.

Based on his behavior, Jared and I are clearly opposites in the way we deal with arguments.

He wanted to talk right this minute and I needed space. I understood what he wanted, I just couldn’t give it to him. It was my instinct to run, he has never reacted like that towards me ever before. When he wouldn’t let my arm go, I knew he was pushing me beyond my boundaries and I didn’t know how to convey that other than to safe word. It was the hardest little word I ever had to say.

The bathroom door had barely closed before I heard him on the other side. Closing my eyes, I could still see his shocked and hurt expression behind my lids and that crushed me.

“Vivie, open the door, please.” He said softly.

Tears flowed freely as I pulled my knees up to wrap my arms around them, trying to calm myself. I was torn. I needed space to think but I also felt like I needed his comfort at the same time. Jared had become my rock.

His voice was devoid of any anger when he spoke but I still wasn’t ready to talk to him. It was hard enough having to deal with being face to face with one of his model fuckbuddies but then to have him upset at me for how I handled it was more than I could deal with.

“We need to talk about this and not through a door.” He asked again, “Baby, please talk to me. Open the door.”

I didn’t answer him because I really didn’t know what to say. I was still trying to organize my thoughts.

What I did know is that we were both upset and the last thing I wanted to do was let this blow up any bigger than it already was. I needed to think and calm down so I didn’t get even more defensive and say something I’d regret.

“Please give me a minute.” I finally responded, sniffling.

I heard either his forehead or his hand lightly hit the door. He didn’t say another word but I could hear his frustrated huff.

Jared did what I hoped and prayed for. I wanted him to throw Ana out as rudely as she waltzed in. How he handled her, with no holds barred, I knew he chose me and I felt my heart swell. But then a split second later it all fell apart and it didn’t have to be that way.

Knowing this was clearly an uncomfortable situation for me, all I wanted, all I needed was for him to hold me and quell my insecurity. What I needed was for him to pull me in his arms and tell me he was sorry I had to deal with this. Had he done that, I’d feel totally different.

Instead, he did almost the exact opposite.

As I thought about it, I realized where his misplaced anger was coming from. It was like a lightbulb moment.

Since the day I met him, Jared did everything in his power to be as perfect as he possibly could in all things. He WANTED me to see him as the flawless man he truly wants to be and I did. No one is perfect but I felt like he was perfect for me.

Ana put a chink in that perfection. By showing up like she did, she put a spotlight on a very cliche part of his life I think he hoped to keep safely hidden from me. He was worried I would think less of him. That’s why he lashed out.

Jared has always said he does whatever he wants, whenever he wants but that doesn’t mean he wants people to know about it. There is a very public side of him, a persona he’s created and that side I really haven’t seen since that first concert in Chicago. Being the man he is, always needing to control all situations, without a doubt he knows exactly what’s being said about him. What rumors are going around. And, he’s very careful about what he puts out there.

His private side, however, is so much more relaxed. So much easier to connect with. That’s the side I see now. It’s this side that doesn’t really seem to fit with the friends with benefits, casual fuck cliche.

Unfortunately for him, his public life is well documented online. I already knew about his reputation with women thanks to my google search after those girls ridiculed me at the show in Chicago. Not that I ever told him I did that because really, at the end of the day, I didn’t care. I only cared about the man he was to me. We all have a past. Some are just more embarrassed about it than others and based on today, he was clearly embarrassed.

I understood it though, I really did. He already told me it had been years and years since he had any sort of relationship with anyone. I knew he wasn’t a monk, why would he be? He had needs too and if those girls were okay being his no strings attached, one of many, dirty little secrets, who was he to complain?

Although we never talked about the status of our relationship, I hoped now that we were together, that part of his life was in the past. Being one of many is not something I’d be okay with, even for him. I had no desire to be with anyone else and I could only hope he felt the same way.

No matter where we stood though, dealing with his past hook-up wasn’t something I expected, at least not in this way. Did I think at some point I’d meet someone he’d been with? Of course. We’re all adults. But, the way this situation with Ana went down was way beyond that.

Ana’s behavior and attitude made it seem like they were in a very current relationship, or whatever you want to call it and that made my insecurities flare up. Maybe I wasn’t enough. If the roles were reversed, I would think even a secure man like him would be a bit thrown. I think I had a right to be upset.

Now the big question was, where do we go from here?

Taking a deep breath, I knew I couldn’t stay locked in here all day. Emma would be calling any minute to let us know the van was here which made the shitty timing of all this even worse. The last thing I wanted to do was for anyone to know something was wrong or to think I was crying.

I knew it was time to face him but I also needed to pull myself together before I opened that door. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my chaotic emotions. I didn’t want him to see the mess I was on the inside.

“Vivie?” He asked softly, “Baby girl…”

I had to answer him, I couldn’t put it off any longer.

“I’ll be right out.”

Getting up off the floor, I walked to the counter and turned on the faucet. Dampening a washcloth in ice cold water, I wiped the smudged mascara from under my eyes. Touching up my make-up made me feel a little better since at least now I didn’t look as terrible as I felt.

With a sigh, I took one more look in the mirror before zipping up my make-up bag. My eyes were still a bit red and glassy but there was nothing I could do about it. This was the best I could offer and worse case, there were always sunglasses.

Reaching for the handle on the door, I pulled it open not expecting to see Jared standing in the doorway. As our eyes connected, I saw both sorrow and relief in them. Wrapping his fingers around both of my arms, he gently pulled me into his embrace.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered as his arms held me closely to his body, “I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you.”

Laying my head on his chest, I could hear his heart racing. I needed him to hold me, to apologize and in doing so my own anger began to slightly fade.

Slipping my arms around his waist, I held onto him as tightly as he held onto me. I could feel the tension still held in his muscles under my hands but slowly, the longer we stood there together, comforting each other, the more settled we both became.

I was worried that if I spoke, the floodgates would open again and I’d be a mess so instead, I nodded my head, accepting his apology.

“You did nothing wrong…” he said but before he could continue, the door buzzed and his phone rang at the same time. “Shit.” he huffed.

Whatever we needed to say to each other would have to wait until later.

Ballerina

So I just saw the new animated film Ballerina and I’m shook.

It’s a rated U, animated film for little kids so the only reason I went to see it was because of the dance aspect and for Maddie Ziegler and Dane DaHaan but I actually left the cinema quite emotional…

  • I cried
  • It made me cry 
  • Multiple times
  • wtf
  • the story and plot was actually really inspiring
  • as a ballerina myself i related a bit 
  • i think one reason i cried is cuz it made me realise why I’ve been dancing for the past 12 years and why I’m currently studying dance at college
  • it made me remember my love for dance
  • also kinda made me feel a bit shit cuz after 12 years of ballet i can’t lift my leg higher than 90 degrees and I’ve only recently started pointe
  • whilst Félicie could do all that stuff after like a week of training
  • some of it was inaccurate: 
  • Félicie wouldn’t go en pointe when she first learns to train that would be incredibly risky and harmful
  • plus she went en pointe in shoes other than pointe shoes
  • thats impressive 
  • but i ship her victor so much
  • i also loved the character development for maddie’s character
  • like you think she’s a horrible brat but it turns out her mother has raised her like it and Camille just wants some love very much like Draco Malfoy my poor lil slytherin
  • I really want to find out about Odette and the stage fire
  • was kinda hoping for a flashback 
  • the plot was very clearly inspired by Annie
  • there were a lot of parallels:
  • Félicie being an orphan
  • leaving the orphanage finding someone to live with who becomes parental figure
  • evil lady chasing her trying to kill her
  • even Félicie climbing up the ladder just like in Annie 
  • but the message of the film was beautiful
  • I really hope it inspires children to take up ballet 
  • and i hope it helps inspire ballerinas who lack motivation just like it did with me
  • overall an amazing film
(William Magnusson x Reader): Honesty is the best policy

Summary: Reader gets pulled into the conflict between The Penetrators and Yakuza boys and gets hurt.

A/N: apologies for any and all spelling/grammar mistakes (some of the phrasing is a bit awkward still, I was having a really hard time characterizing Will so this isn’t great but I wanted to post it anyway)


You knew it was a bad idea to come with the guys to confront the Yakuzas. Unfortunately, Will was on a date which left you as the only voice of reason left in the group. You didn’t like feeling like you had to babysit your friends and act like their moms, but someone had to stop them from doing something they were going to regret.

“Do you really need to do this?” You asked Chris, your next closest friend behind Will, from the backseat of his car, lamely attempting to persuade him to just give it up.

Chris didn’t turn around but he glanced at you in his rearview mirror, “(Y/N), they jumped that first year guy for no reason, we need to put them back in their place.”

You sighed and slumped back in your seat, praying that the Yakuzas wouldn’t actually show up.

When you got out of the car your heart sank when you realized they were already waiting for you. You knew Will wouldn’t want to cut his date short but you had a bad feeling so you pulled out your phone and called Will, telling him where you were and to get here as soon as possible.

You got out of the car with the others, quietly mumbling to Chris, telling him that you should just go home as you walked up the the other group.

“Listen to your girlfriend, you know you’re going to lose.” One of the Yakuza guys said as you walked up.

You rolled your eyes, “First of all, not his girlfriend, second of all, I’m trying to stop them from murdering you because they’ll get arrested, but if that’s what you want…” You trailed off, cocking your head slightly.

“Who the hell do you think you are, bitch?” He asked angrily, stepping up to you.

Chris was about to step in front of you and defend your honor or whatever it is he is supposed to do as your best friend but you nudged him out of the way and stepped up to meet the guy face to face.

“I’m the girl who’s about to beat your ass.” You say before throwing your punch, hitting the guy who was mouthing off square in the nose with a satisfying crunch, silently thanking your dad for enrolling you in all those self-defense classes.

By the time the fight is finally broken up you have a bloody nose and what feels like a long scrape on the side of your face. No one else looked much better than you.

As the Yakuzas guys walk away you see William walking over from his car, his expression a mixture of anger and tiredness.

“Shit,” you mutter as you trying to wipe the blood flowing out of your nose on your sleeve.

“What the hell happened?” Will asks loudly as he walks over.

Chris opened his mouth to explain, “The Yakuza guys-”

“I thought we agreed that we wouldn’t try and start shit.” He replies, shooting Chris a look before turning to you, “I thought you were going to try and stop them.”

“I tried!” You protest, “But then they were trying to say shit and I just couldn’t…”

“She threw the first punch,” Theo offers, causing you to whip your head around and glare at him, “Hey! It was a really good hit,” He adds defensively

“(Y/N)…Why would you get involved?” Will mutters, shaking his head as he gently grabs your chin and turns your face so that he can get a better look at the scape along the side of it.

“Oh please, if you’d heard what they were saying you would have hit them too, they were being really fucking annoying.” You reply defensively as you jerk your face out of his grip and stalked away, trying to ignore the fact that you can still feel where he touched you.


You spent Saturday and Sunday sulking in your room. You’d lied and told your parents you slipped and fell while skateboarding (you were pretty sure they could tell you were lying but they didn’t say anything, which was nice of them). You briefly Skyped with Chris to compare battle wounds (his black eye was a lot larger and more serious looking than your cut and you both had scars across the bridges of your nose so you let Chris have this one) and did some homework.

Sunday night you couldn’t bear ignoring Will anymore and called Will to apologize.

“I’m really sorry Will,” You apologized when he picked up, “I don’t know why I did all of that stuff, I should have tried harder to stop it.”

“It’s okay,” Will replies, his voice gentle, more gentle than it usually is when you talk to him, “I was just freaked out by how hurt you guys all got, it’s not your job to babysit them, I shouldn’t expect that.”

You nodded before realizing that he couldn’t see you, “Yeah, but you do it, you deserved to have a night off and I ruined it, I’m really sorry.”

“That’s okay, the date didn’t go very well anyway, I was a little relieved that you called, you’re a true best friend.” He admitted.

“I thought you really liked her?” You asked, confused, “Didn’t you spend ages convincing her to go on this date?”

“I do-I did- but she was just really aggressive and rude the whole time, I don’t know what I expected from a girl I had to coerce into a date, but I don’t think it was worth it.” He said.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure you’ll have better luck with the next one.” You reply with a grin, ignoring your own personal emotions.

“Yeah…” He trailed off.

“Well I better go, I’ve been avoiding my parents all weekend and they want to talk to me at dinner.” You say, sensing that the conversation was ending

“Good luck, and thanks for calling.” Will says.

“Thank you for being a good friend.” You reply, “Love you,” You add before hanging up despite the fact that it means a bit more to you than it does to him. 


Monday morning Will picked you and a few of the others up for school. You knew that there was gossip going around that you guys got into a fight and we’re hoping that if you all showed up together you wouldn’t have to worry too much about the story continuing.

When you got to school during lunch break you all got out of Will’s car you could feel everyone’s eyes on you as you walked through the school yard. You were no stranger to getting stares as you walked past (first year girls loved to watch the boys walk past them) but it was at a new level today, you all stared straight ahead as you walked through, and once you got into the building you walked straight to your locker, briefly waving goodbye to the others.

When you were grabbing some of your textbooks out of your locker a chipper voice behind you said, “Hi!”

You turned around to see a bubbly, blonde first year looking back at you.

“Hello,” You replied, turning back to your locker. Any time a first year tried to talk to you it was to ask about one of the boys and since you knew Will slept with her earlier this year you had a feeling you knew what was happening.

“Will is fine, if you’re worried about his face getting damaged.” Your you add as you close your locker and turn back to her.

“Oh…that’s good to hear,” she replied, somewhat nervously, “I was just curious what happened, we all heard what happened on Friday.”

“Um…it was a fight, Will came in and saved the day as usual,” you reply, feeling weird and wishing the girl would just talk to Will instead of you.

“He really is brave. isn’t he?” She asks.

“Yeah,” you reply, glancing at her, hoping the conversation will end.

“Well, I’ve got to be in the C building, see you later,” she says before giving you a small wave and walking away. Leaving you to stand in the hallway, mildly annoyed before heading to class.


Friday night you’re at William’s party.

You were talking with some of the guys and feeling pleasantly buzzed when you saw the blonde girl from Monday trying to talk to William. He must have said something to her because you see her quickly walk away and it looks like she’s crying. You know you should feel bad, Will can be pretty heartless when it comes to turning girls down but there’s always a little part of you that enjoys it, it’s like there’s a sliver of hope that he’s interested in someone, someone who could be you.

You walked over to Will, “What was that all about?”

“Fruition of a bad deal that I made, I think I made myself pretty clear though, someone else can clean up that mess.”

“Why are you such a dick to girls?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest, you tried never wanted to get into these kinds of things with Will but you were kind of pissed off that he’d made that girl cry.

“Because those girls don’t mean anything to me, they’re don’t matter to me and I don’t want them to think that I do - it would get messy.” He replies with a shrug.

“Wow…I’m going to go dance, see you later,” You reply before walking away, it just seemed a bit too awkward to hear him say those things when he probably felt the same way about you.

“Do you know why I never commit to any serious relationship?” Will asked suddenly. You were sitting with him on the couch after the police came and shut it down. Neither of you had said much, you were both a little uncomfortable after you’d confronted him about the first year girl, Vilde and didn’t know what to do about it.

“Because I’m in love with someone.” He admits and your heart sinks, “No matter which girls I fuck I can’t get her out of my head and it kills me because I can never have her.”

You nod, inspecting the hem of your shirt because you can’t bring yourself to make eye contact, you can tell he’s talking about Noora, the first girl he’s been obsessed recently, she’s playing hard to get so it would make sense.

“Even when I tried to date someone else, I just can’t do it because I love someone else.”
You look up, your brow furrowed, the only girl he’s gone on a date with recently would be Noora, so if that’s not who he’s in love with, who could it be?

“Who are you-”

“You, (Y/N), I’ve been in love with you for ages and I know that I’m not good enough for you but jesus christ, I can’t just pretend I don’t have feeling for you, not anymore.”

You stare at him a moment, awestruck and he shakes his head and moves to get up, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything, that was stupid, you’ve made it pretty clear that we’re just friends.” He apologizes.

“What?” You blurt out, “No, Will, I’ve spent the last few weeks trying to pretend I’m okay with you chasing after Noora, do you know how painful that was to watch while I was pining after you? Will, I’m hopelessly in love with you, couldn’t you tell?”

“Seriously?” He asks, staring at you

You laugh, “Yes, God, we’re oblivious aren’t we?”

“Does this mean I can kiss you now?” he asks as he moves towards you on the couch.

You nod and he holds your cheek in his hand as he pressed his lips against yours. After first the kiss was soft and slow, you were both savoring something that you’d been dreaming about for as long as you could remember. Once you got over the fact that this wasn’t a dream the kiss got deeper and hungrier, as you both moved your arms, trying to touch every inch of each other and just soak each other up.

As The Ocean Tells Me So

I’ll start with the ending. Black revisits his childhood friend Kevin, in his now distant home town Miami at a diner where Kevin is now working. Of course he is anxious, as I would be too. Seeing a past someone who conjured liberating feelings I’ve never felt before that affirm that being me is right and I am not alone in those feelings, can be overwhelming and that alone can make a human become overwhelmed with nervousness and uncertainty. Black talks to Kevin, they get reacquainted, they flirt, and they question, but the moment that made me feel like poetry was not the moment in the diner, or the post diner travel to Kevin’s apartment, or the exchange they had in Kevin’s apartment, it was at the very end that made me gag into a soft blue as I vicariously catapult myself into Black’s expression, as he is held and comforted by the hands, the love of Kevin.

An adaptation of the play “In Moonlight Black Boys Look Blue" by Tarell Alvin McCraney, Moonlight, is an independent film directed by Barry Jenkins. In a sequence of three, the film is a journey that serves as a lens into the stages of a person from the streets of Miami, Chiron, who is other and through each of these stages we see them grow from a child into an adult, as they endure universal feelings; pain, joy, sadness, love and some indescribable. The familiarities of this film and my life was a bit overwhelming to take. It’s been a long time since a film made me cry. I think the last film to do that or to ever do that, was The Color Purple. You don’t understand the anxiety I had before and during watching this film, as I didn’t want it to trigger any trauma I received in this world due to the fact that I am other. From “Little” Chiron to grown up “Black” Chiron I saw moments of myself. As I see Chiron lay in bed in each phase of his life, the morning after another day and night, living as the other, I saw my life. I saw my friends lives as they too often travel miles and miles just to be reaffirm themselves through a rare love to be found in our lives. I saw everything, honestly, truly, as I feel like him every damn day of my life, an enigma enduring the navigation of living in blurred spaces that seem to belong to me but they don’t. If they did belong to me, I would feel safe when traveling within these spaces but I don’t. I live in violence. I live in a micro war. I live unprotected and never have the privilege to let go because I feel secure. No, it doesn’t happen ever.

But I became more and more relieved as Moonlight played out. Sadly when we are placed in film, as the audience we expect to experience, something that is explicitly violent and traumatizing but this was a different. Affliction did occur within the film but Jenkins, delicately manipulated the trauma through silence, slow motion movement, love expressing characters, and tightly framing body expressions as passionate black soul music play in the background throughout the movie, to humanize the characters as we develop empathy as the audience (no matter what kind of person who are) and we thus humanizing ourselves. Just in case if  you didn’t understand why, Jenkins showed compassionately why we, the other, sometimes go against our inner god which is usually is induced by constructed forces created by powers outside of ourselves. Jenkins did not exploit me, instead he me let breathe. Every scene that went by I took a breathe and then released without shame, without fear, and without spectators. I was thankful to see that he revealed to everyone what is black love and gave it a platform to be protected from the chance of it being spoiled as it is so often. After the film ended I felt armoured, for once. Isn’t that what is art?

The characters that were in the film are typically demonized or their (our) pain becomes lust for foreign views in the usual movies we grew up seeing. Jenkins carefully did the other with Mcraney’s poetry, we witnessed suffrage turned into sacred moments for healing. I felt like someone just gave me a kiss on the forehead after lovingly placing a bandaid on a fresh wound. For me Moonlight was an ocean. It was a clear sky as I see the world within it under me.

Torn – Part 1

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A/N: OKay hey! This is my first long fic with several parts, but I have a loooong idea and I’m kinda satisfied with the base I have so far. I hope you enjoy! NOTE! When I first wrote this, I tried to make it gender neutral, but it restrained a lot of the story line, so I’m just stating now that it is from a female perspective! (Hope that’s okay for most)

Summary: After your breakup with Seokwoo, you get the help of Taeyang to forget about him. The feelings are still there though, making you torn between a sweet ex and a passionate boyfriend.

Word count: 1,2k

Y/N = Your Name

Y/F/N = Your (best) friend’s name

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Where one door closes, another one opens – Prologue

“I’m done, I’m fucking done! I can’t take this anymore!” You yelled as you fled the room. You were almost out the front door when you heard his voice one last time on this long day:

“Great, cause I’m fucking done with you too!” This was the last one of three executive fights in only a week. The week before that there had been two, then one the week even earlier. None of you managed to handle the stress you were under at the same time, and now it ended in a breakup. Six months, it had been six months of a great relationship – October to April. Now it had all fallen apart in three weeks.

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Stranger {E.D Imagine}


I pull open the heavy Starbucks door, the smell of coffee and hum of the chit chat fill my senses. I wait in the line, staring at my feet like they are the most interesting things in the entire world. My body involuntarily moving with the line until I look up to face the cashier.

“Y/N my goodness, no offence but babe, you look terrible!” Gabby was right, I had locked myself away for a week after Jason had left me for the girl he had been cheating on me with. I had puffy, red eyes from crying and the bags under my eyes made me look twice my age. I was a total wreck.

“Do you want your usual?” She asks me softly, like I could break at any moment, like I haven’t already been broken to bits. “Yes please, but could you give me extra sprinkles please Gab?” I wince at how weak I sound. “Of course sweetheart!” She punches in my order and I pay, shoving the change in my hoodie pocket. I go sit down at the bar placed beside the baristas, the last thing I want is to be beside the huge windows that just display how horrible I feel and look.

As I’m waiting for my order my fingers make their way to scroll through pictures of Jason and I, tears well up in my eyes but I hold them back, I will NOT be that girl who cries in public. “You better not be looking at pictures of him Y/N!” Gabby scolded, she knew me too well.

“Hey, um, are you okay?” I hear a deep voice speak from behind me. I look towards it and find two gorgeous boys, they had jawlines that could cut, beautiful hazel eyes, they were tall, basically gods. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine” I nod while looking down, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear as a pink blush hits my cheeks. “Really because from what your friend behind the counter says, you’re not ‘fine’.” He motions air quotes when he says the word fine. I sigh “Ya know, he won’t let up until he sees you happy.” The guy behind him pipes up, someone who I’m assuming is his twin. “I guess since you want to know, I recently got dumped for someone who he was fucking behind my back.” I respond back, my voice dripping with sadness. Tears start to well up, he must have notice as he instinctively wraps me in a hug. At first, I was caught off guard, I blinked a few times, trying to understand the situation, after a few seconds I hugged back, rest my face against his chest. He released me and I wiped the tears from my eyes.

As I do this my attention catches something come through the door. It was them. Jason and that bitch he cheated on me with. Apparently the boys saw my state and looked over to them. “Is that them?” He turns to me, eyes locking with mine. I nod and he steps closer. “Trust me, okay?” He gently grips my hand and steps even closer to my body.

“Oh, hey Y/N, uh, who’s this?” His wretched, yet calmingly familiar voice rings through my ears. “I’m Ethan, her boyfriend. You’re her ex I assume?” The boy who’s name I know know is Ethan, spits his words at Jason. Before Jason could answer, his new plaything speaks up. “Wait, wait, wait, you’re tell me that a girl like you-” she points to me with a look of disgust “got a guy like him?” She points to Ethan. “She did. Problem?” Ethan raised his eyebrow in annoyance, just as Jason was about to speak, the 3 of our orders got called. I smile at the smiley face and heart Gabby drew on my cup, I sip my drink and look at Jason, he had his jaw clenched. “Babe let’s go, I don’t feel like coffee anymore.”

With that Jason and his bimbo bitch left. Ethan slowly let go of my hand as his twin spoke up “Well that was eventful, I’m Grayson by the way!” I smile and greet Grayson with a hello and my name. “Hey um, can I see you’re phone for a minute?” I look over at Ethan who was still, quite close to me. “Sure, what for?” I hand my phone to the boy. “Well, we gotta keep up the act if we want it to be believable, don’t we?” He winked and typed away on my phone, the grabbed his drink and motioned for Grayson to follow him. A minute later I received a text from him ‘I think you have a beautiful name btw’.

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My friend hippogriff (Remus Lupin x reader) -3

A/N: I think reader’s friendship with Sirius is v important and has been understated up until this point, but now is the time. Who knows how to cheer you up when that boy acting a fool? His best friend who’s also kind of your best friend. Duh.

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I wanted to cut, to calm me down. But I couldn’t do it with the driver there. So I started pinching my arm so many times instead. It calmed me down a bit. I wanted to die. I wanted the car to crash and to just die. I purposely didn’t wear my seatbelt. I wanted to die. I want to die.

August 4, 2015 | 10:51 am

I’ve had my psychology test. It was okay. It was a written test where you continue the end of unfinished sentences, a drawing test where she made me copy patterns and all, and she made me draw a girl and a boy. The psychologist and my mom had a talk privately, the psychologist said it was obvious in my drawings that I was angry. I was. I always am. Then after the test, my mom and I went for a latte at Starbucks so it was pretty relaxing. 

The next thing I remembered this past week was when I had an attack inside the car. Me, my mom and our driver moved my stuff in my condo and after, we went to the mall to meet my uncle and my older cousins. My cousin told me stories about her childhood and how more depressing it was than what I’m experiencing right now and that she got through it herself without seeing a psychiatrist. She said that what I’m experiencing is nothing compared to hers.

Inside the car on the way home, I kept on thinking about it. I remembered overhearing my dad saying to my mom the she shouldn’t believe me because he experienced more struggles in his childhood. Also my cousin saying that my depression is nothing. That I have everything, more than I deserve, yet I’m still depressed. It made me feel so weak. So weak compared to them. That I can’t handle “simple” sadness or emotions. That I need a professional to help me. They made me feel like I was acting like this for attention. Then I started thinking about it. What if I was really doing this for attention? But no. I wasn’t. I wanted to keep my emotions from everybody, so it probably wasn’t for attention.

I couldn’t breathe properly that night on the way home. I started crying quietly. I thought our driver caught a glimpse of me because I made a little crying sound. I wanted to cut, to calm me down. But I couldn’t do it with the driver there. I was riding shotgun btw. So I started pinching my arm so many times instead. It calmed me down a bit. I wanted to die. I wanted the car to crash and to just die. I purposely didn’t wear my seatbelt. I wanted to die. I want to die. I’m just keeping myself alive for my parents, my sisters. But if I had a choice, I’d kill myself. Probably already did.

Anyway, I’ve been helping a lot of people lately, through my blog in Tumblr. Talking them out of their suicidal thoughts, self harm. Distracting them from their depressive thoughts. It feels great to help them, even if I can’t help myself. 

au where james and lily lived and harry comes home for christmas all upset because snape keeps saying how arrogant james was and he tells everyone this over christmas dinner and lily, remus, and sirius just burst out laughing and james gets kind of embarrassed like, “i may have been a bit, well, cocky when I was younger…”

and lily’s just like, “a bit?”

and sirius starts doing impressions of teenage james, ruffling his hair and asking lily out.

and this leads to the three of them recounting all of the ridiculous things james ever said or did at school, while he just leans his head against the table, hiding his face and muttering about how much he hates them, but really he’s laughing too.

and lily reaches over and messes up his hair and the way she smiles at him, harry never has to doubt for a second that his parents love each other.

Catch You - Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader

A/N: Jacob comforting reader about certain insecurities she has. I decided to write this since I’ve been feeling a little insecure lately and it turns out I actually did have a request for this as well so it worked out perfectly. I hope you all enjoy it.

Words: 1,472
Warnings: A little self-loathing

The grey, rainy day fit your mood perfectly.

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Prompt: Ooo I really hope that anon makes a Snape imagine blog! Could you perhaps do a story involving Snape”s girlfriend (reader, Ravenclaw graduate) receiving his wand after hus death please?? Have a good day!!

Okay, so I added a little bit more to this.  I couldn’t bring myself to leave it as it was and it really broke my heart (curse you for making me cry) so…. this may have turned into something else entirely at the end.  Maybe a part 2 could be made.  I don’t know yet.  Anyways, hope you like!  Enjoy!

Word Count: 2482

Trigger Warning: Character Death/Dealing with death.

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It was over.  The battle had taken a toll on everyone as you wiped dirt from your cheek, casting the finally spell toward a Death Eater than refused to give up.  As he fell, you looked around, seeing all the tired and excited faces.  Harry Potter finally did it.  He finally defeated the Dark Lord once and for all.  Even with all the death surrounding you, the school in a destroyed state, you couldn’t help the smile.  

Your arms dropped to your sides, exhausted but you couldn’t stop.  You had arrived at Hogwarts to help defend your old school against the Death Eaters even though your boyfriend asked you not too.  He tried to tell you to run, to get somewhere safe, but you couldn’t do it.  He had his tasks to complete and you had yours.  You arrived right as the battle picked up so you didn’t have time to really talk to anyone.

“Professor!” you called out, waving your arm above the heads of the others. 

Professor McGonagall was there, speaking to someone you didn’t quite recognize at first until you got closer.  You still kept your eyes opened though, searching the gathering crowd.  You felt your chest constrict as people hugged each other, crying tears of joy at realizing they survived.  Other cried in anguish, finding loved ones lying dead on the ground.  You couldn’t help but feel tears prick your eyes at the scene, taking a shuttering breathe.

“Y/N!” McGonagall hugged you, patting your cheeks in relief.  “I haven’t seen you since you graduated all those years ago.  But it doesn’t matter now.  I am so grateful that you arrived when you did.”

“I couldn’t allow my school to come to danger.  Especially filled with students,” you answered.  

“No wonder you were placed in Ravenclaw.  Such a bright and caring girl,” she placed her arms around your shoulders, keeping you close.  You didn’t understand why but you left it at that, feeling your heart slowly sink with each passing moment.  He had promised to meet you here, when it was all over.  Both of you were going to move away, leave this place.  He would stop teaching and you would leave the shop you worked for in Diagon Alley to find a quiet place out in the countryside.

“Y/N, dear, what is it?”

“He isn’t here yet,” you murmured, grabbing her hand in fear.  You looked at her, tears beginning to form.  He never broke his promises to you.  He never left you waiting too long.  He always arrived on time.

“Who?” came the unfamiliar voice and you found yourself locking eyes with Harry Potter.  He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his head slowly lowering to the ground.  He seemed lost in thought but you understood.  He was Harry Potter.  The Chosen One who defeated the Dark Lord.  And he was so young, being thrust into such a position.  But at least he succeeded.  

“My boyfriend,” you swallowed, “Snape.  Severus Snape.”

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ryeregular  asked:

Prompt; Sportacus is claustrophobic?

(I know this is super late, but here ya go! I hope you don’t mind; people wanted me to try writing a sportaglanni thing a while back, so lemme just…kill two birds with one stone here

This is a LONG one, and I hope you boobs enjoy) 

“…So-” Robbie set down the can of soda he was drinking. “Let me get this straight- after I fixed your airship for you a week ago, you’ve managed to screw something else up-” 

“Uh, not exactly.” Sportacus rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s…the same problem as last time-” 

“What?! Already?” Robbie groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose before he shot the elf a look. “Again?!” 

The hero blushed slightly, a bit embarrassed about inconveniencing the villain with the same problem twice. He nodded. “…I’m… sorry?” he tried sheepishly. 

But Robbie only groaned louder at him, rolling his eyes as he stood up from his fuzzy orange chair. “Alright, fine. I’ll help you fix the airship up again- just- be more careful next time so you won’t have to ask me about this again. You know, Sportacareless, you’re really lucky that I’m put my job as an engineer before my job as a villain- I could easily destroy the airship if I want, but I choose not to because I take my job seriously-” 

“I know, I know I’m lucky- I’m really sorry if I’m inconveniencing you with this, Robbie.” 

“Yeah yeah, sure.” Robbie waved him off. “But I’ll only be able to help just a little bit today; my cousin Glanni  from Iceland is supposed to be coming to visit today at any time now. It’s been a  really long time since I’ve last seen him, and I sort of plan to you know, spend some time with him while he’s here.” 

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yesonepieceismylife  asked:

Hello :) Can I have modern au hcs for Luffy, Law, Ace, usopp, zoro and Sanji? :D Wishing you lots of luck and happiness for your new blog! ;) X

I live for modern AU’s! 
Also, it somehow means that there are no devil fruit powers for me ^^

Luffy - Modern AU:

  • He lives together with Ace and Sabo.
  • Has a very untidy room with lots of posters and fan-stuff.
  • He’s a student (not a very good one though) and wants to travel the world afterwards.
  • He’s extreme sportsman. Rafting, skating, balancing over the Grand Canyon on a Slackline, Biking through the dessert… He wants to do it all!
  • Often forgets to turn on his camera while doing so.
  • “Ace! Wait! The camera didn’t record it” - “Aw come on!” - “Let’s do it again.” “WHAT?!”
  • Has bruises and black and blue marks all over his body.
  • Is a comic fanboy.

Law - Modern AU:

  • Studies medicine. (DUH)
  • Has a very clean and nice one room apartment.
  • Hates to go out and only does so to go to his lectures or shopping.
  • He still has a lot of tatoos, but not the ones on his hands. Due to him wanting to be a doctor later.
  • His book shelf is bigger than his closet.
  • Is very skilled with high tech, but not as skilled as can be.
  • He wears dark jeans and bandshirts all of the time. 
  • Fluent in English, Spanish and Arabic.

Ace - Modern AU:

  • As stated, he lives with Luffy and Sabo.
  • Is a very relaxed person, had a average graduation mark and now works as a barista undtil he finds something more fitting.
  • Loves fast food.
  • He loves skating and running. Also freeclimbing.
  • His room looks tidy, but he never finds anything.
  • Pro at flirting, but never get’s very far with it. *lol*
  • Movie freak. He has seen every action and horror movie ever made!
  • He’s very good at street dancing!

Usopp - Modern AU:

  • He lives in the little hous that used to belong to his parents. (Luffy comes over every day.)
  • He works as a carpenter with amazing results.
  • He’s also a very talented photographer and artist.
  • He doesn’t have a drivers licence, so he goes by bike.
  • Hates living on his own and is very happy to have his friends come over.
  • Helps the nice old lady living next to him in the garden.
  • His grades were above average, but he didn’t want to go to university.
  • He spends his freetime either with his friends or in the nature. He loves to go camping (only if there is somebody with him though).

Zoro - Modern AU:

  • (I do like theidea of him being a dancer, but let me tell you…)
    SABER FENCING! 
  • His grades were a bit below average, but alas…
  • He trains to compete in the Olympics. (Mihawk is the current number one, ya know…)
  • He lives together with Johnny (my hudband!) and Yosaku!
  • His room is simple and doesn’t have a lot of personal stuff around, only a big frame with lots of pictures he got fromhis friends for his birthday. (There’s a pic of Kuina stuck into the frame. Now I made myself cry.)
  • He trains four time a week: Monday, Tuesday, Friday and Saturday. 
  • Except for that he works as a removalist. Just don’t let him drive the car.
  • He also lives to drive his motorbike. (With a navi)

Sanji - Modern AU:

  • He still is a cook. He travels a lot and visits different countries to get to know their culture and kitchen.
  • His grades were alright, above average, but not that much.
  • Always stays in contact with the others via skype, twitter etc.
  • He therefore lives wherever he can. He tries to keep his belongings in one suitcase.
  • As soon as he gets home he wants to learn in a high ranked restaurant. (aka the baratie)
  • He wouldn’t smoke as much, it’d be too expensive for his lifestyle.
  • He speaks Englisch and French fluently, but is able to chat in Spanish and Italian as well.
  • He loves to dance and is very good at it. (It’s also nice to get to know ladies~ *wink*)