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Reminiscence (Calum imagine)

Summary: You spend Valentine’s Day reminiscing

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This has to be one of my favourite things that I’ve ever written :) Please pay attention to the dates and times! It begins in the present, and then there are a series of flashbacks. They’re all in chronological order for ease of reading, but please pay attention to the timings if you’re unsure!

This is for @calumsbicth and @calsdream‘s Valentines!5sos blurb night!

Originally posted by hemmoxhood96

Present day, Valentine’s Day

With a cream envelope held between your fingers, you can’t prevent the smile from spreading across your lips. A greying memory slips into your mind, your eyes fluttering to a close as you let yourself get taken away to the land of fantasies.

Valentine’s day, two years ago, 1pm

“Y/N!”

At the sound of your name, you looked up.  You were in a park, sitting on a picnic blanket. Surrounding you were hundreds of tiny daisies, scattered amongst the green grass like a sprinkling of icing sugar.

“Hmm?” You looked across the blanket to see Calum, your boyfriend, with a wide smile spread across his face.

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Tired Of Being Alone

Part Two

Masterlist

You didn’t notice anything at first. Initially, you had just thought that he was stressed or tired due to all of his hard work and long days at the studio. You didn’t want to think too much into it. It took you a while, but finally saw how different he had become. He wasn’t the same person you fell for a few short months ago. He was colder, more distant than ever. You’d hoped that it was just a phase he was going through and that he would be back to normal in no time. However as the weeks came and went and those weeks turned into months, you realized that you were wrong, that Harry had become a completely different person.

It was hard to pinpoint the exact moment where everything had changed. It wasn’t that one day he woke up and a switch was flipped, making him turn into someone who was closed off and acted bitter towards you when he was usually so kindhearted and loving. No, it was nothing like that. Rather, it was the build up- the subtle changes that were exactly that, differences that were too small to notice. And when you finally realized he wasn’t the same, all you could do was make excuses for him, for the sake of your relationship.

He slowly stopped writing sweet notes to you before he left for the studio in the early hours of the morning. Which you concluded to be him being excited to get back to work, rushing out of your house as quickly as possible to get back to writing. Then, the usual texts and calls throughout the day became less frequent until they stopped altogether. This you put down as him being busy. You two began to bicker and fight a lot more than you used to, which you put down as you going through the “bumpy stage” of the relationship. Despite this, after a while, you had a hard time coming with reasons as to why your relationship with Harry was going down the drain, and it was even more difficult to try to salvage it.

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swanofstorie  asked:

Hi! I've been thinking about how if stiles went to college and didn't visit for a long while and Derek and stiles would text and Skype but like when stiles comes home for a holiday and Derek smelling stiles for the first time in so long and how his scent has shifted a little but it's still stiles and like he just can't resist hugging and scenting the crap out of stiles which stiles is very ok with and just leading to happiness or idk. I just wanted to share. If ya want to add more go for it :3

just wanna say sorry that it took me like, forever, to answer this prompt 

on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13009761

It was still weird, Stiles having a different scent. It was still him, just, shifted. It was a combination of living away in a different environment for months and also how Stiles changed and matured as a person. His scent changed with him.

Derek rolled over in bed, throwing his arm around Stiles, pulling him closer. Derek took a deep breath, breathing in the new scent of freshly washed laundry with an underlying scent of spiced apple cider. It smelled like home. Like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

“Hmmmm,” Stiles mumbled, turning over to face Derek.

Derek smiled.

“Morning babe.”

“Morning to you too. What’s with all the scenting though? Not that I don’t love it, but is it just because I was gone for so long or?”

“You smell different.”

“A good different or a bad different?”

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anonymous asked:

hey! I saw that you take requests right? could you do you and harry are together for a while now but you see how his life is "taking off" and yours is just.. stuck (that's how i've been feeling lately about my life lol) and idk you just feel like you dont fit in anymore and maybe you need to let him go? it ends however you want! sorry, im a bit down these days but if you dont wanna write this kind story is totally fine! :)

Hi, lovely. I’m sorry to hear you’re feeling this way. I hope this helps some, and check at the bottom for some sites I looked up for advice. x.

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Ease - Part 18

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 6.2k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

A/N: only one part left!! hope you like this 💛

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“We’ll drop you off here,” said Yeona kindly, turning around from the front seat to give you a reassuring smile. “Go get him, tiger.”

Mijung sprung from her seat to give you a hug, the smell of chocolate clinging to her clothes. As you breathed it in, you let it comfort you and calm your nerves, as you knew that whatever was about to happen, they were there to support you afterwards.

“Good luck,” she whispered in your ear, before she grinned so widely you could’ve sworn the corners of her mouth disappeared into her hair.

They drove off to find somewhere to park, leaving you in your hometown by yourself. Everything was exactly how you remembered it: the markets, the streets, the people taking their dogs for a walk. It was nice to be surrounded by the comforts of home, but the worries of Taehyung were all you could think about. Was he going to snub you? Was he going to turn around and say he didn’t want to see you again? The way he’d ended it wasn’t exactly promising.

But first, you had to find him. You thought to check if he was at his house, but when you arrived, the place was locked up and it looked like no one was there. It seemed unlikely he would’ve been, but you would’ve kicked yourself if you didn’t make sure. Next, you went to check the market where they sold fresh fish, meats, fruits and vegetables and a variety of other bits and bobs. You and Taehyung always enjoyed going there after school, as you had made friends with the sellers and they gave you special discounts whenever you saw them.

“Y/N!” called Sungki, an old man who worked behind the meat counter. “Haven’t seen you for a while! Where’s Taehyung?”

“Was going to ask you the same thing,” you said gloomily. “I don’t know where to look.”

“Ah, that’s a shame. Try that new ice cream parlour. I’ve heard it’s pretty good. Do you want some pork?”

Shaking your head but thanking him, you ran in the direction of the parlour, becoming slightly frantic. If you didn’t find him quickly, you wouldn’t have much time to talk. And you needed as much time as you could get.

It was an extremely hot day, and after running for only a couple of minutes, you were too warm and sweaty to continue. Walking to the ice cream shop, your heart sunk lower when Taehyung was nowhere to be seen.

“Think, Y/N,” you told yourself firmly, wiping the sweat from your brow. “Where would Taehyung go if he wanted to get away from everyone?”

Nothing came to mind. Infuriated with yourself, you sat down heavily on a bench, almost on the verge of giving up. Maybe you really didn’t know Taehyung after all.

A couple of middle-aged women strode past in gym gear, with fluorescent headbands holding back their hair. You caught a snatch of their conversation as they hurried past, along with the sound of new trainers squeaking.

“… and I said I wouldn’t take him to the park again if he was going to misbehave. Honestly, it’d be much easier taking him to an empty field so he wouldn’t mess about with the other kids…”

Sitting up straight, you had one last thought as to where Taehyung might’ve been.


The field was exactly how you’d remembered it. The grass hadn’t been cut, so the green was smattered with yellow and white from the buttercups and daisies. Everything looked fresh and vibrant, despite the muggy feel to the air. Your t-shirt clung to your back and the grass tickled your feet as you walked, but the familiarity of home gave you a new sense of hope, blossoming in your chest under the perfect, periwinkle blue sky that you saw every summer. And there, in the near distance, was a boy wearing a mustard coloured shirt with his back to you.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you didn’t have the same doubts that your mother had as to who it was. There was something about the way Taehyung held himself as he stood there, his hands in his pockets and the breeze toying with his hair that you could recognise from a mile off. As you got closer, you noticed that he’d dyed his hair a soft brown colour to combat the pale orange that came before it. Your flipflops stuck to your feet as you ambled towards him, and you could feel your heart rate increasing as you were sure that Taehyung was aware of the sound of your footwear.

When you were a few metres away, you stopped, too unsure to move any closer. Now that you’d slowed down and the frenzied panic of his whereabouts had gone, you felt almost giddy with anticipation. Taehyung turned his head before anything else, letting his eyes wander up and down your frozen frame before rotating his full body around.

Neither of you said a word. Instead, you let the sound of the birds fill the silence as you stared into his brown eyes, letting the memories of the past few months flood back. There was so much to say, so much to discuss and sort out, but you didn’t know how to begin.

Wringing your clammy hands together, you licked your dry lips and opened your mouth to speak, but Taehyung beat you to it.

“You’re missing the dance,” he stated, the slight lift in his eyebrows widening his eyes. Normally, you would’ve taken that body language as surprised, but instead, his words sounded as if he was mocking you for making the wrong decision. You shouldn’t have come here, his eyes seemed to say.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer. “I’m sorry, Taehyung. I’m so, so sorry.”

Taehyung didn’t react, his mouth still slightly open from his last comment and his eyebrows raised. There was no acceptance, no inclination that he listened to your apologies. He just stared.

This was a Taehyung you hadn’t seen before, and it scared you witless. Your mind going into overdrive, you continued talking, not quite knowing what to do. “You have every right not to forgive me,” you mumbled, slightly slurring your words as your mouth moved before your brain could catch up. “I know that you’re mad at me, I understand. I was so stupid to think that keeping it from you would be the best thing, even though at the time, I was certain that I shouldn’t get involved. It wasn’t my business, but you’re my friend, and I should’ve said something, even though it would’ve broke you.”

Immediately, the front Taehyung had been putting up had completely crashed. The hardened glaze over his eyes had melted, and the emotion swelled on his face. The change was almost heart breaking to watch, but Taehyung turned away as he blinked heavily, trying not to let it show. Slowly, he began walking further into the field, but stopped after only a few steps. Tentatively, he held out his hand behind him for you to take.

Your body didn’t seem to function properly. One part of you was screaming at you to not give in that easily, but the other part of you wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his hand around yours. Ignoring your better judgement, you let your fingers slide between his, his soft skin sending chills down your neck despite the warm weather. With gentle tugging, he led you further into the field, occasionally looking back to see if you were struggling to keep up where the grass grew longer. With the sun highlighting the slight orange undertones to his hair and the tan of his skin, you were almost in awe of the older boy, but you forced yourself to push those thoughts away. It wasn’t the right time, because everything wasn’t right. And you needed to fix it.

Holding hands like that was an old habit of Taehyung’s; he was so full of energy that he’d grab your hand to pull you along while he bounded in front of you like an excited puppy. However, now he strode calmly in front, as if he knew what was going to happen wasn’t something to look forward to.

Eventually, Taehyung found the spot he’d been looking for, and he sat down on the slightly worn out grass that overlooked the buildings of the city. Cautiously, you sat cross-legged next to him, watching him out of the corner of your eye for any change in reaction. However, Taehyung continued to stare through the trees, a strange sort of pained look on his face hiding underneath the peaceful exterior.

“Do you regret going to Seoul?” asked Taehyung suddenly, seemingly in deep thought.

You knew what he meant. He might’ve well have said, ‘Did you regret going to a place where you were supposed to branch out and become your own person, but were unable to because you were clinging onto the past?’

You had many regrets. You regretted eating so many sweets in the car journey because, mixed with nerves, you felt sick for hours afterwards. You regretted not putting on sunscreen when Taehyung told you you’d get burnt one time, and you ended up with a strange red tan that didn’t go away for weeks. You regretted hurting people. You regretted keeping secrets.

“If I didn’t go to Seoul, I would’ve never admitted to you my feelings,” you said truthfully, pulling at stalks of grass as Namjoon’s wise words flooded back to you. “I wouldn’t have made all the mistakes, true, but I wouldn’t have learnt anything, either. Seeing you every day without ever being more than friends proved to me so many things, so I’m glad that I didn’t let you go so easily. That’s why I’m here now, because I know you’re mad at me and you hate me for it-”

“I’m not mad at you,” he mumbled. You did a double take, but Taehyung continued avoiding eye contact by looking at the scenery ahead. “Even if I was angry, it wouldn’t make me hate you. You don’t stop loving someone when you’re mad.”

There was that word again: love. Hearing it from Taehyung’s mouth while he was describing you made your stomach do backflips. “Then… why did you come home if you’re not mad at me?”

He smiled gently, as if remembering something funny. “I was mad, to begin with, which made me feel homesick. But when I came home, I knew that I wasn’t really. More… upset. And that’s when I knew for certain that I was stupidly in love with you, because I couldn’t even be properly angry. I just forgave you.”

They were words you’d always wanted to hear, but you’d never imagined you’d hear them after a fight, and you never thought they’d make you feel worse. How could you have missed the signs when they seemed so blatant now?

“You don’t have to forgive me,” you argued, a pebble lodged in your throat again. “I should’ve told you sooner about Yeji. Maybe if I had, you wouldn’t have been so upset and then none of this would’ve happened.”

The impassive expression that Taehyung wore switched to confusion as he finally turned to look at you. It was only a small change in emotion, but it was enough to make you feel idiotic.

“You… haven’t figured it out yet?” he asked slowly, his deep voice dragging out each word.

“What do you mean?” you frowned.

“I wasn’t upset because I split with Yeji. Well,” he shrugged, “I was upset, but there was another reason behind the split that I was more upset about. It was more mutual than you think.”

You wanted to split up with her?”

“No, no, let me explain.” Taking a shuddering breath, he looked down at your hands, which were still fiddling with the grass. “The night we broke up, I was going out to see Yeji, because she said she had something to tell me. When I left the house, I saw you and Jungkook talking just outside the gate, and I was about to make myself known but then I saw him kiss you. It was the biggest awakening I’ve had, because when I realised you weren’t fighting him away, I realised that I’d pushed you away too much. I ran past, and I don’t think you noticed, but I ran all the way to Yeji’s house. I cried because I’d messed everything up, and that the person I loved wasn’t the person I was dating. When Yeji knew that I didn’t love her, she told me that she didn’t love me either, and proceeded to break up with me. I didn’t want to come home and see you with Jungkook, so I headed to that café. So, really,” he concluded, his eyes shining, “I was upset because I knew I’d missed my chance.”

You were speechless. Taehyung shifted around on the ground, looking uncomfortable and shamefaced, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Thinking back on it, you could faintly remember someone brushing by you as Jungkook kissed you, but you’d been so engrossed in the situation that you didn’t think anything of it.  You could barely comprehend all the new information.

“That’s when you realised you loved me?” you breathed, becoming slightly lightheaded.

Taehyung grinned, showing off his boxy smile before his face fell again, although his eyes remained bright as he reminisced. “Oh no,” he shook his head, “I knew I was falling for you back in middle school. There was that time that I took you to that music room and I sang for you. I was so nervous because I hadn’t sung in front of anyone before, but you looked even more scared than I was. During the chorus, you began to join in, and I remember you belting out the lyrics with your head thrown back. When I saw you like that, just the raw Y/N with all your pretences stripped away, something good hit me right in the chest. You clapped so hard afterwards, and I never felt the same after that. It was as if you’d managed to get rid of something bad in me, and from then on, I loved watching you smile at anything you did. When you danced, when you talked about space, when you talked about your home country. I became completely infatuated. Looking for ways to hold your hand, to get you to talk about what boys you were into, that sort of thing. I hated myself for it, because I knew that in your eyes, I was your best friend and nothing more. So, I forced myself to like Yeji, but it was never the same.”

“All this time, and you never told me,” you whispered, your words almost getting lost in the wind.

“I was a coward.”

Slowly, piece by piece, the hole in your chest began to fill. Here was the boy who’d extended an arm of friendship and had brought you indescribable happiness, but he too had been keeping secrets. You’d always thought that love was desire. It made you crazy, it made you want to shout it out to the world, but that wasn’t always the case. Taehyung wanted to be there for you, to comfort you, to make you smile when you thought you wouldn’t smile again. Love wasn’t always obvious.

Immediately, the atmosphere had changed. You became aware of the birds singing in the trees, and it felt like you were kids again. You noticed a tree that stood in the middle of the field, with old, twisted branches and a cracked truck. If you squinted, you could just about make out white engravings of your initials that you did when you first came to the field together all those years ago.

“Why did you come?” he asked, giving you a piercing stare. “You’re giving up the dance for this.”

“I was hoping I could convince you to come back. We’ve still got time before it starts.”

Taehyung shook his head and stood up, his demeanour switching from calm to irritated in a split second. Without talking, he began pacing backwards and forwards, his shoes trampling the grass further as he screwed up his face in frustration.

“Why are you so against it?” you questioned loudly, the sudden anger from Taehyung sparking your temper. “If you loved me that much, why did you go home?”

“I went home because I felt like it was the right thing to do,” he muttered through gritted teeth, still pacing. “I needed to get my head together without distractions.”

“What distractions?”

“You, Y/N!” he cried, pausing in his tracks. “I can’t think straight. I tell myself that I should think it through, but then all plans go out the window when you’re there. It’s pathetic.”

A bubbling anger crept into your lungs, and you found yourself shouting at Taehyung with tears flooding your eyes. “You could’ve just told me this! The whole reason we’re in this mess is because we haven’t bothered to communicate properly, and instead we lost each other. Our lives took different twists and turns and we’re different people now compared to who we were in middle school. I hate it, but we can’t change that now. I feel like I’m still lost half the time, and I don’t know what to do with myself, all because of our silly arguments.”

Properly crying, you brought your knees up to your chin and hugged them to your chest as a way to comfort yourself. As if he was aware the situation was getting out of hand, Taehyung sat back down next to you with a thump, looking utterly defeated. As he shuffled closer to you, you didn’t move as you wallowed in self-pity. Taehyung’s anger had completely fizzled out as soon as he saw you upset, and instead he looked at you worriedly, biting his lip in concern.

“Perhaps being friends first wasn’t such a good idea,” you said as you felt a tender arm drape over your shoulders.

“If I told you I fancied you in middle school, do you think you would’ve gone out with me? Did you see my haircut?”

You snorted, which almost ended in a snotty disaster from all the crying. Taehyung hated seeing you upset and that was his way of making the situation better, so when you shoved him in the side, you made sure it wasn’t that hard. Sort of.

“High school would’ve been the same,” he laughed. “Relationships never last, so I thought I’d wait until we were more mature and when it would be more serious. I forgot about other people getting in the way.”

“Me too,” you admitted. “Didn’t expect Yeji to turn up, that’s for sure.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, in which you took the time to admire Taehyung’s features for the hundredth time. The sun shone harshly down and your skin was hot, but Taehyung seemed completely cool as he lounged back, using one arm as a support and letting the rays warm his cheeks, and keeping the other arm around you. As he swallowed, you watched his Adam’s apple bob before he sighed through his nose. Despite everything, it still gave you a fluttering feeling in your stomach.

You hated getting angry at Taehyung, but you’d both been holding in your emotions for so long that it only took a slight jog for it all to come pouring out. You weren’t annoyed that Taehyung decided to go home without telling you, but it upset you that he no longer felt comfortable telling you.

It was strange to be home after everything had changed. After a whirlwind few months of new friends, new classes, and a new city to explore, coming back to Daegu where nothing had changed was a foreign feeling. Both you and Taehyung had grown and learnt so much, but overlooking the familiar buildings of home made it seem as if neither of you were different. But you were. You saw Taehyung in a different light: he was the kind, funny boy that you’d always known, but he was also scared to show his feelings and he had a temper hidden away. Your friendship wasn’t the same any more, either. Gone was the picture-perfect friendship that everyone envied, as cracks and flaws had crept up on you without you even realising. Neither of you were faultless, but it worked, and you were determined for it to work again.

“Remember last time we were here,” he smiled, admiring the view. “It was a day like this, but at the start of winter, and we were talking about what university would be like.”

“I remember,” you nodded, the memory as clear as day. “I didn’t want you forgetting about me.”

“I also said that I’d be an idiot if I stopped being friends with you. I guess I was a bit of an idiot.” He hung his head ruefully, but you nudged him with your elbow.

“We’ve both done some stupid things, I think we can agree on that,” you said softly, lifting his chin with your finger. His face was close to yours, and you could see the mole near his eye and the small details on his skin, but you made no attempts to try anything. There were still heavy boundaries between you.

“I’m sorry for hurting you when I was with Yeji,” he muttered, his brown eyes filling with gold as they caught the sun, sweeping away the mystery that you always found intriguing. “I really am. We were both a bit selfish. But, do you think we could do this?” he asked quietly. “You and me? We’ve gone through so much, I think we deserve a chance together.”

Looking into your best friend’s eyes, you understood where he was coming from. But gut instinct was telling you to take a step back. The heartache was still strong, and although you’d discovered that Taehyung was all you’d ever wanted, it didn’t feel right to jump in when you hadn’t properly rekindled your friendship. Trust was lost, and that would take more time. But what would happen if you left it any longer? Would it all just happen again?

“You know what I don’t regret? I don’t regret loving you,” you said heavily, trying not to let the pain of your next words show. “But loving you… I got hurt. You got hurt. Too many times I cried to my friends, cried while on the subway, cried myself to sleep, and I probably did exactly the same thing to you. We had good times, but we also made each other suffer, and with heartaches like that, it’s hard to come out the other side ready for something that’s supposed to be painless.”

Surprise was written all over Taehyung’s face, but he didn’t argue against you. Instead, he watched as you began tearing up again, letting you get it off your chest.

“I think we need a bit more time,” you said eventually, tears running down your face in a constant stream. “We can heal ourselves.”

Before long, Taehyung was crying too, his nostrils flaring and his lips pulling up at the edges. He buried his face in his hands to compose himself, rubbing his eyebrows like he was ridding himself of a headache. Looking back up with wet cheeks, he mumbled, “I don’t think time is going to make this pain go away. No matter how long I wait for you. Don’t let this go now. It may be difficult, but I need you, Y/N. It’s sounds lame, but no one else makes me feel at ease like you do.”

His words dug deep into your soul, making you want to pull your hair out with the pain and frustration. “You make it sound so easy,” you gulped, your throat restricting your voice, “but our plans never actually happen. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.”

As soon as he saw you on the verge of sobbing, Taehyung swept you into a hug, holding your shaking body tightly. He held you for a while, letting his soft brown hair tickle your neck as the breeze swirled around you. It was one of those love-filled hugs that instinctively made you cling to his shirt, his familiar honey scent calming your heartbeat down to its normal rate.

“You have me,” he whispered, barely louder than a breath. “No matter what Seoul does to us, we’ll always be those two kids from Daegu who ate too much ice cream. No one can take that title from us.”

You giggled, but at the same time tickled Taehyung’s sides so that he leapt back with indignation. It ruined the moment slightly, but that summed Taehyung up completely.

“Ahh,” you sighed, brushing away any remaining tears. “I’m glad I came back, even though it feels like we’ve gotten ourselves in a bigger mess than before. But to Daegu? Really, Tae, you could’ve gone to Incheon or somewhere slightly easier to get to.”

He laughed heartily, a sound that you sorely missed. “This is where it all began, right? There was this little foreign girl in my class one day who didn’t say a word, but seemed far more interesting than anyone else in the room. I needed the reminder of what came before to be able to move forward.”

“What, a reminder of that horrible haircut?”

It was an odd conversation. One minute you were deeply chatting about love, then you were angry, then blubbering in each other’s arms, then howling with laughter. All the pain and bitterness and happiness and joy from the last few months caught up with you, and you found yourself extremely overemotional and slightly dazed. Plus, you couldn’t figure out whether you were back on good terms again. It was simple to laugh and joke around, but was it just masking a bigger problem?

“We’re friends, right?” you asked anxiously, bringing the mood back down again.

Taehyung’s laughter faded, understanding why you asked the question immediately. He thought for a second, before grabbing your hand tightly in his and squeezing it, as if he was making a pact. “Yes,” he said firmly, looking you straight in the eye. “For good this time. I mean it.”

“That’s good,” you mumbled softly.

It was good. Although things might not have been the same as they were back in high school, you were making the essential steps to regain what you once had.

“Also, I’m sorry for getting mad at you for the dance-” Taehyung began, but you cut him off with a shriek.

“The dance!” you yelped, leaping to your feet. “We’re going to miss it!”

“Yah, I haven’t agreed to it yet!” Taehyung objected, stubbornly staying put on the ground. “You’re the one saying we need more time.”

“Taehyung, do this for Jungkook,” you pleaded, pulling on his arm uselessly, the panic returning to your body. “Please! Imagine how disappointed he’ll be!”

You didn’t want to emotionally blackmail him, but you didn’t want to let Jungkook down. Nor did you want to go back to your housemates and tell them the trip was for nothing.

“This means a lot to you, doesn’t it?” he asked gingerly, his question catching you by surprise.

“E-erm…” you stuttered, “I guess so?” Taehyung continued to stare, waiting for you to expand on your answer. Unprepared, you felt your face growing red as you avoided looking directly at him. “I mean, I’m tired of upsetting people, and although you’ve been a pain to teach sometimes, I really enjoy dancing with you.” It felt embarrassing to say it out loud, but you hoped it was enough to convince your obstinate friend. “Will you come, Tae?”

A soft smile settled on his face, finally satisfied, and you sighed inwardly in relief. “Only if you buy me coffee for the next two weeks, and bring it to me every morning.”

You mouth hung open in disbelief. “That means I’ve got to spend every morning with you!”

“Don’t make it sound too traumatic,” he grumbled, slowly standing up. “It’ll be a good chance to start afresh. You’re supposed to be in love with me, remember?”

“Fine,” you muttered, spinning away and striding back towards the buildings. “But if you’re crabby because I’ve woken you up, I’ll give you hell.”

“Y/N’s back,” he grinned cheekily. “Was starting to wonder why my best friend was being nice to me. Come on then, slowcoach, let’s go back to Seoul.”

Although you swatted his arm, you couldn’t help feeling on top of the world as you walked towards Yeona’s car, arms linked and ready to try again.


“Why?” you asked, letting Taehyung lead you to a separate classroom in the building, dragging you along as he clutched your hand. He led the way excitedly, and he kept on looking back to give you reassuring grins.

Unable to form a sentence any more complicated than ‘why’, you hoped that Taehyung understood what you were trying to say, and luckily, he did. It was a shame you couldn’t understand his response, so you simply nodded and hoped he wasn’t kidnapping you.

You hadn’t been in Korea for that long, and you were still trying to pick up the language. However, it being so different from English and the fact that everyone in your school spoke way too quickly for your liking, you’d struggled to make conversation with anyone at all. Apart from Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung didn’t seem to mind that you could only say basic sentences after ten seconds of thinking time, and he always let you follow him and his friend Jimin around during lunch. You were having another bad day that day, as you’d tried and failed to talk to one of the students in your class, and instead you left them in hysterics at something you’d said wrongly. Taehyung noticed your bad mood and decided to lead you off somewhere unknown.

When you arrived, you realised he’d taken you to a music room. It was quite basic, but Taehyung ignored the instruments and sat down on top of a desk, searching through his phone. You perched on a chair quietly, wondering what he was planning. Before long, he’d begun playing the instrumental to a song that you swore you recognised. Then, he sang. His voice was deep for his age, and there was a soulful quality to it that gave you goosebumps. But what really chilled you was what he was singing: the lyrics were in English.

Taehyung had realised you’d been feeling disconnected from everyone else, and he figured that the only way he could reach out to you was through music. Once he hit the chorus, you joined in, letting your harmonies fill the quiet room as you threw your head back and belted out the lyrics. It was the happiest you’d been since moving countries, and after that you couldn’t stop smiling. For three and a half minutes, the language barrier wasn’t a problem, and that’s when you knew Taehyung was going to be different.


“Run!” Yeona yelled, Jiwon pulling up at the theatre where the dance competition was being held.

“Thank you!” you shouted back, and your housemates waved cheerily from the car.

The ride back was far less relaxing than on the way there, despite knowing that you and Taehyung had sorted through most of your problems. Having very little time until the start of the show, Jiwon was forced to push the speed limits as Yeona laid on the pressure even more. Mijung was being her usual, friendly self, asking Taehyung a lot of very personal questions that you hadn’t found out the answers to until you’d been friends for years. Taehyung seemed fine with it, although you were certain he was avoiding the questions by going off on some strange tangents.

Sprinting into the theatre, you both stopped as you suddenly realised that you had no idea where to go.

“In here,” you called, spotting an area which was being monitored by several staff members.

However, as you approached, your heart sunk as they stepped in front of your path, blocking you from getting through.

“Names, please,” they asked, checking a clipboard.

“Y/N and Tae- uhh, Jungkook,” you faltered, almost slipping up. The staff member scanned down the list of names, and looked up at you with a questioning glance.

“Y/N and Jungkook have already signed in,” one of them said. “I’m sorry, but access only to the performers. If you’d like to buy a ticket, the stand’s over there.”

Looking over at Taehyung, his confused expression mirrored your own. However, neither of you argued as you went over to the ticket booth, not knowing what else to do. Wordlessly, you entered the theatre, and although he didn’t say anything, you could tell Taehyung was thinking the exact same thing: who had signed in in your place?

The theatre was dark, and it seemed the competition had already been going for quite a while. Up on stage were a group of all girls doing some sort of cheerleading routine. You and Taehyung slipped into seats at the back just as the girls finished, and everyone clapped loudly.

“Do we just wait?” Taehyung said under his breath, leaning closely to your ear.

“I don’t think we have any other choice,” you replied, feeling crushed. Was everything you’d done all for nothing?

A male voice crackled through the tannoy, announcing the next group to come on stage. “Dancing next are Y/N and Jungkook. Interval will be in 10 minutes.”

You shared a nervous look with Taehyung, your heart in your mouth. Was it a joke? Was anyone going to show up at all? Questions swirled around your brain as two men walked out on stage, wearing ridiculously tight jeans and matching tank tops. There were a few titters from the crowd, as they too wondered if it was a joke act.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” muttered Taehyung, his mouth agape in disbelief.

Because there, standing in the middle of the stage, was Namjoon and Jin.

The music began, the all too well-known song that you’d listened to over a hundred times playing from the speakers. You wanted to shut your eyes, but you were too curious as to what was going to happen. Too curious as to how they could completely butcher Jungkook’s well designed choreography.

They started slowly, sliding around each other in repetitive circles with serious faces, their movements completely out of time with the music. The audience grew louder and Taehyung’s housemates danced like they had too much to drink, leaping and prancing around the stage with no regards to the beat of the song. It was almost unbearable.

People were starting to laugh, and some were beginning to clap to the rhythm as Namjoon did a small ballet routine on one side of the stage and Jin did his version of breakdancing on the other, the hilariously conflicting styles making it look even more ridiculous. You could just about make out the judges at the front giving each other questioning looks, as if they were wondering how such a pair made it to the judging round.

“Y/N!” someone hissed from behind you, making you jump out of your skin in fright. Wheeling round, you saw Hoseok and Yoongi grinning in the seats behind you.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed back, gladly using them as an excuse to not watch what was happening down front.

“We’re performing after the interval,” Hoseok explained. “That was your friend’s idea by the way. He realised that you weren’t going to make it back in time, so he said that Jin and Namjoon should go instead. Add a comedy factor.”

“Our friend?” asked Taehyung, slightly baffled by the whole situation.

“Well,” butted in Yoongi. “Jungkook’s friend. I think his name’s Jimin?”

He pointed to the right side of the crowd, and at first you couldn’t see anything, but eventually you could make out Jimin’s silver hair bobbing along to the music. Next to him was Jungkook, and you were startled to see how close they were sitting to each other, shoulder to shoulder in their chairs. Jimin had one arm laid over the back of Jungkook’s seat as they laughed at the two boys on stage, not caring that the actual routine had been completely ignored.

“Jungkook is literally taking my friend away,” he huffed, shaking his head.

“You took his,” you laughed, and Taehyung smiled bashfully.

It was a bizarre day. You couldn’t even be annoyed that you’d missed your chance at performing, as everything else seemed to have fallen into place. At the end of their routine, there was a standing ovation for Jin and Namjoon, and they bowed deeply in return. The judges were dumbfounded, but you and Taehyung made sure you clapped the hardest and the longest.

Things never turned out the way you planned them, and sometimes you lost the path. But so long as you get back on and try again, eventually, it will all be okay.

exy-king  asked:

I have no idea what kind of stuff you're into writing, but i've been super curious about this idea for a while and how differently it can be written, so, if you're up for it, consider: Andrew's stint in juvie, and coming to terms with liking men, or even being attracted to/'crushing' on a boy for the first time. It can be angsty or dark or smutty or literally whatever, do what you like with it!

Hi! So sorry this took so long! I toyed around with what I wanted to do with this and where I wanted it to go for a long time. I have decided that I’m going to make this a chapter fic that will go through each of andrew’ s big moments with his sexuality in juvie! So here is chapter one!

tw: remembered abuse, panic attack


Andrew didn’t know his brother but he hated him. If he would’ve just fucked off when Andrew told him to Andrew wouldn’t be stuck in this place.

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anonymous asked:

I've finally finished my video project! It's only taken me three days with 4 hours sleep but it's done so all I have left to finish is my essay then I'm free!! I don't want to be annoying but can I request another bts reaction... I'd love their reaction to you working late at the library so they come and surprise you ❤️❤️ Thank you for writing these for us 🌸

Yay! Finally!I hope that by the time I post this you’re already done with your essay, and I hope that you get good grades on both :) Best of luck! And it’s my pleasure to be writing these for you guys <3

BTS’ reaction to you working late in the library

Jin: Seokjin frowned worriedly. He knew that you were studying hard in the library, and he missed you so much. He smiled and took out the ingredients to prepare your favorite soup. He emptied the pot into a thermos and took it with him to the library. As he pushed open the door he smiled sadly at the sight in front of him. You slept soundly on top of all your papers, pencil still in hand. He set the thermos on the table, and took the pencil out of your hand while gently rubbing your back to wake you up. You looked up at him through your blurry vision and he knew how tired you must have been as you both ate in silence.

“Jagiya, I love you, and I will always support you in anything you do. I will always be behind you, so don’t be afraid to let yourself fall and let me handle things okay?”

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

Suga: Almost everyone you knew thought of Yoongi as a workaholic and a bad boyfriend because he never had any time to spend with you. But you knew the truth. All Yoongi wanted was to become a successful musician, and he was so passionate about his career, it stunned you. That was one of reasons you feel in love with him, his passion. He inspired you to be just like him, hard working and dedicated. You rubbed the bleariness out of our eyes and resumed reading your textbook. You were so concentrated that you didn’t hear Yoongi enter the library until he placed his pale hands on your warm shoulders. You jumped in surprise, “Yoongi? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be working right now?” He pouted at how ridiculous you were being.

“You really are my girlfriend huh? You would rather be studying than be with me. Don’t worry jagiya, from now on I’ll make sure to have more time to be with you.”

Originally posted by kookie-monstah

J-Hope: Hoseok sighed as he threw himself onto the couch. He hadn’t seen you in three days, and he could already feel his mood deteriorating with every passing second that he wasn’t with you. A clear droplet slipped out of his eye and traced a shiny path down his cheek. He shakily wiped it away with his thumb and his breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t realized how much he loved you until now, and how much of an effect your absence had on him. He pushed himself off of the couch and decided to drive to the library where you had told him you would be studying. He doubted whether you would still be there or not, but his desperation won out in the end. He was willing to do anything just to see you. He haphazardly parked in front of the library and ran to the entrance. His tears returned when he saw your beautiful figure reaching up for a book on a high shelf. A broken sob slipped past his lips and he ran toward you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. “Hoseok? what’s wrong?” you whispered. Hoseok sniffled and buried his head into your shoulder, enjoying the feeling of your warmth.

“Please, don’t leave me. I just want to hold you for a little while longer. Please don’t ever leave me jagiya…”

Originally posted by jiminsjamsjams

Rap Monster: Namjoon felt so lonely lately without you to keep him company. You hadn’t seen each other for a week, and he felt a terrible ache in his heart every time he thought of holding you. He knew that education was important, but right now he loathed it for taking you away from him. He had had enough of waiting for you, he couldn’t wait any longer. He drove quickly to the library and ran up the steps to see you. He shyly peeked in through the large display window and immediately saw that you were the only person left in the library. He pushed the heavy glass door open with his fingertips and walked to the table where you sat. He gently grasped your wrist in his hand and pulled you from your seat. “Namjoon wait! My stuff!”

“Come on jagiya, I haven’t seen you in a whole week, I think we deserve at least one night together.”

Originally posted by jookyunhoe

Jimin: Jimin smiled at the vendor and tipped the young boy five dollars as he grabbed the styrofoam cups. He couldn’t wait to surprise you at the library. He placed them in his car’s cup holders, and drove carefully to the library. He knew that hot cocoa was one of your favorite things to drink on a cold night like this. He walked slowly up the smooth, cold, stone steps, careful not to spill a drop. He pushed the door open with his back and walked to the lone table where you sat. He set down the cups on the table and you smiled tiredly up at him. “Jimin! You have no idea how much I needed this! Thank you.” You sipped the soothing drink and when you pulled the cup away, foam was covering your entire upper lip. He smiled at you and kissed you softly while reaching up to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. 

“You have no idea how much I needed you.”

Originally posted by prkjimi

V: Taehyung and you went directly to the library after classes had ended and he watched as you busied yourself with your school projects. He eventually drifted into unconsciousness, as you ran to and fro busily. Taehyung opened one eye slowly and yawned. Surely you had to be done by now, it was so late, that even the librarian had gone home for the night! He scrunched up his nose in confusion when he saw you heading towards the table with another pile of books in your hand. “Oh good. you’re awake!” You smiled and set the stack of books on the table. He shook his head no as he realized that you were planning on staying longer. 

“No jagiya, you’re coming home and you’re going to sleep with me.”

Originally posted by aestaetically

Jungkook: Kookie pouted sadly as he looked at you from afar, wishing he could talk to you. He gulped nervously just thinking about it. He stayed in the corner of the library, losing track of time as he stared at your perfect self. He glanced at his watch and his eyes widened in shock. His mother was going to kill him! What were you still doing in the library at two in the morning?! He shoved his things into his book bag and pulled his sleeves down over his hands. He stepped in front of your table and you glanced up at him in surprise. “What are you still doing here Kookie?”

“Eh? You know my name? I mean, you should probably go home now, um, I’ll walk you if you want?”

Originally posted by soojoongi

I’m sorry this took so long guys, I didn’t have time to type anything so here I am typing this before I go to bed haha. Thank you guys so much for being patient! I love you all! Also, I was listening to Run’s piano version while I was typing, and that’s why J-Hope’s is so emotional. Hehe, sorry music just brings out my best writing moods.

For Flower Anon~

part 1 of an oc (Theo) fic with a little bit of fluff, a little bit of torture, a little bit of me not knowing wtf I’m doing.
ft. BUNNY ALLERGIES LET’S GOOO

EDIT: oops, I should probably also mention that my ocs have abilities & you can read about them here. c:

💢 PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG TO NON-KINK BLOGS 💢

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The Black Envelope: Forget Me Not

PART SIX of The Black Envelope series

OTHER PARTS: Sehun | Jongin | Joonmyeon | Kyungsoo | Chanyeol | | Baekhyun | Jongdae | Yixing

Originally posted by dayafterdae

Kim Minseok (Xiumin of EXO) x Reader (ft BFF!Baekhyun and Jongdae)

Genre: Angst; Arranged Marriage/Soulmate!AU

Summary: If he was the only one to remember, were they your shared memories, to begin with?

Word Count: 1,6K


Minseok always smiled the brightest when he was with you. Some of his roommates thought you were magical for having such power over him and his emotions. But you didn’t. You were in no way magical or mystical – you were just the plain (Y/n) that he loved with his whole heart.

If you asked, he would have done anything for you. Anything in the world. Nothing was too much, but everything was too little still. He wanted to give you nothing less than the world and the stars and the sun and more. Perhaps the universe would have sufficed.

Your mutual love was what kept him going even in his darkest of days.

The memories you made together made it worth being apart when you were busy with something other than being with him.

But what was he supposed to do now? Because of just a little accident, your mutual memories had become those of just one person. If he was the only one to remember, were they your shared memories, to begin with? The thought broke the tiny parts of his wounded heart into even smaller pieces.

Baekhyun and Jongdae shared a worried look, sitting on either side of their heartbroken roommate, not daring to make a single sound in fear of upsetting him more. Between them Minseok was sobbing his heart out, murmuring wholehearted prayers.

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Rebelcaptain Appreciation Week day two writing prompt: Comfort

Right. Okay. So people seemed to enjoy the drabble from yesterday, so here’s a much requested follow-up, based on the prompt “comfort” even though it sorta took on a life of it’s own. Turned out more than twice as long as the previous one, but I’m pretty sure it still counts as a drabble. And I’m still sorry.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I read your fanfic of The Price of Salt. My god you're a terribly good writer. And you're only 19. My god. I'm gonna check out the rest of your writing on Downton Abbey and Mad Max, et al :). I was thinking if may be you could ever write a scene with Abby. I adore her character, in the books, in the film. Suppose a scene where she is trying to befriend Terese. She features so significantly in Carol's life, and now when Carol's living with Terese they'd want to be one big happy family.

(Really sorry that it’s taken me so abominably long to get back to you! Thank you very much for your kind words. I’ve done as you asked and added on a bit more, too. (: If you want to read from the start, you can find all the ‘Scenes from Seasons’ fics on AO3 and ff.net or under the tag on my blog.)


To New Jersey (Early June)

To New Jersey, that was where Carol insisted they would go to spend a sunny Sunday of their first June. ‘Do we have to?’ Therese groaned from her prime spot on an armchair Carol had recently brought in, her legs flung over one side, her head over the other, a book in her hands and the cat named Holiday purring against her chest. She had not seen Abby since those winter days at Carol’s house, gone now, and she had only spoken to her once or twice over the phone. She had no particular desire to see Abby again or to meet her ‘friend’ named Jean. The more she thought about it, the more the not-so-distant memories began to catch up with her.

But Carol was in a good mood, and when Therese’s bag landed on her face, it scared away the cat. ‘Come on, slowpoke. No one says no to free steak.’

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jemmasimmonsy  asked:

Hey Verby! I know you suggested this prompt in your post, but if you have time I would love for a "fix-it spaceship UST" drabble! (p.s. 800k words on FitzSimmons?! My gosh. Thank you for all the amazing fics over the years - I've said this 100 times before, but your writing is just wonderful to read!)

ahh thank you so much!! I’ve been so happy to share this fandom space with you. <3
@fitzsimmonsavengers also requested “anything with FS in space.” this fills both! although it is perhaps a bit low-angstier and less UST-y than originally intended. 
Anniversary Ficlet 4/8.
Rated T, for vague mentions of canon noncon. Post-s4 FitzSimmons in space.

At first, peace for Fitz only came in breathing. He could not change the past, he could not control the feeling of violation or the future that might have been stolen from him – but he could breathe. So whenever he felt overwhelmed, whenever the screams in his head became too loud or the memory of touches he never wanted were too potent, he would put his head between his knees and he would breathe.

Months passed. The team became used to living on the Peak, adjusted to this strange new reality of existing separate from planet. This innate difference, that feeling of being unmoored, had shocked even Jemma, who had whispered to him early on about how Maveth had sometimes felt just like their own Earth, especially when she closed her eyes or dug her fingers into the sand. Agent Brand told them they would all adjust, and, of course, they did. Daisy spent weeks distracted by the otherness to outer space-bound vibrations, which was accompanied by a lot of Beach Boys jokes and even more eye-rolling.

It took a long time for Fitz to unlearn wanting to touch Jemma, but he tried all the same. Not necessarily sexually, not with any strings attached, just the brush of his fingers against her lower back, or resting one hand on her shoulder, or letting his side lean slightly against hers as they worked – all of those things had become as natural as breathing to him. As he learned to rely on breathing to ground him, so he had to remember to give her back the space she surely wanted. About two weeks after he had managed to learn to keep his hands to himself, Jemma confronted him. She wasn’t going to let him withdraw from her completely, she said, not when she suspected he didn’t actually want to. Fitz didn’t argue.

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ladymayhem505  asked:

I've really gotten into bnha! it's such a good manga, I stopped at chapter 117 and I have to say I'm a bit confused about Bakugou (tbh I can't really say I like him that much, he's kinda annoying) did he know about one for all the whole time? Is he jealous of Izuku?

That’s totally awesome dude! you have fallen into bnha hell and now you’re like the rest of us ouo

Please do not hate Bakugou, he might be a little hard to understand, but he’s a real sweetheart. As for your question, no he didn’t know about OFA when Izuku indirectly told him about it the first time. When Izuku first told Bakugou about his quirk, Bakugou thought he was just talking nonsense,

he shrugged it off and he didn’t bother to think about it because he was still pissed off about losing the hero vs villain training stuff. What I think is that Bakugou continued to watch  Izuku grow and get stronger, more confident, and brave. Then, he probably thought “maybe what Deku said about being entrusted with a quirk wasn’t just a load of bull” of course he didn’t think about All Might entrusting Izuku with his power because All Might doesn’t break his bones after he uses his power…. at least until Izuku stopped breaking his body and learned how to control his quirk better in less than one week.

I think this was where he was totally convinced that Izuku was telling the truth about being entrusted with a quirk, he didn’t say it but I feel like this is what he was  thinking. He probably put some more thought into it afterwards but he still couldn’t put his finger on it.

AFO said All Might had gotten weaker… and that obviously means that they knew each other before.

Bakugou found out that they probably had some kind of connection in the past from listening to their conversation, but he couldn’t exactly trace it back to Izuku just yet. While he was worried about All Might, he was probably thinking about Izuku at the same time. All Might getting weaker… Izuku suddenly getting a quirk… of course Bakugou knew that giving your quirk to someone else was physically impossible. But then, Ragdoll lost her quirk, and AFO had the ability to literally take away people’s quirk at the snap of a finger, plus the Noumu had multiple quirks, so the odds of passing on a quirk to someone else were pretty high.

This is where Bakugou was finally able to connect the dots together, All Might sent a message that everyone interpreted as a victory, but only Izuku was able to interpret it differently from everyone else. At first, I used to think that maybe Bakugou was feeling sympathetic for Izuku here, since All Might would probably never be the same and Izuku loves All Might so much. But no. He was like  “oh. He really did give his power to Deku” so the next question on his mind was “WHY?”

Bakugou knew about All Might and Izuku since the Kamino arc, but he just wanted to hear it from one of them. I mean look at his face here.

He even asked All Might but of course All Might didn’t tell him directly (I also think that All Might had a feeling that Bakugou was finally able to put the pieces together) so going to Izuku was the next best option, because Izuku, being the timid boy he is, would definitely tell him what he wanted to hear.

I don’t want to say anything that’ll be a spoiler for you (you are at one of the best arcs in bnha right now)… it’s not that Bakugou felt jealous or anything… he was just like questioning his goals, and his choices because he was like:

They both looked up to All Might, they both aspired to be a hero, but Bakugou was always stronger, he was always better, but All Might saw Izuku, he chose Izuku instead even though Bakugou admired him just as much as Izuku did. I do think that he felt a little pang of jealousy at a point… but he was mostly pissed off at himself above all. If OFA was passed onto Kirishima, and Bakugou found out about it, he wouldn’t really be bothered by it. But the fact that it was someone he’d known for a long time, and the fact that that person who just happened to be a weak good for nothing was chosen…. irritated him.

It’s not Bakugou’s fault that he’s like this, he’s just used to always being the best, he grew up constantly surrounded by praise, he was never scolded for being an asshole… and all of this just led to him getting an inflated ego. That is, until he got into U.A. It was U.A that made him realize that there are people stronger than him, it made him realize that he wasn’t the best anymore and he couldn’t get away with doing anything that he wanted.

Bakugou attacked Izuku in middle school, in front of the teacher but the teacher just shrugged it off as a bunch of kids messing around, because he didn’t even think that there was a way for Izuku to get into U.A either. Bakugou literally ran out to attack Izuku in front of the whole class again at U.A, but Aizawa stopped him unlike his middle school teacher. After this, his world continued to crumble around him, first he lost to the boy who he NEVER EVEN IMAGINED HE’D EVER LOSE TO IN HIS LIFE.

The poor boy almost had a mental breakdown here, this was the second time he was being humiliated, with the first time being with the sludge villain. Things just went south for Bakugou throughout his first months in U.A.

Then, in the sports festival, all he wanted was a simple victory, he just wanted to win so he could showcase his power to the world. He wanted to earn it. But Shouto just stood there, he didn’t take him seriously (even though it wasn’t actually his fault because he had a lot of things on his mind), but he took Izuku seriously, Izuku of all people, when he was clearly stronger than him, but Izuku somehow managed to get Shouto to use his fire. It’s as if Shouto didn’t even care about winning anymore, because he literally just stood there and allowed Bakugou to push him out of the ring.

It’s like Shouto just let him win, and a false victory is not what Bakugou wanted. 

Then there was the hosu arc, Bakugou chose Best Jeanist for his field training because he was one of the top 5 heroes in the world, and that seemed like a great way to gain popularity, but what did he get?

A freaking make over and tight jeans?! He didn’t even do anything worthwhile with Best Jeanist, and then Izuku suddenly got stronger out of the blue. Then of course there was the Kamino arc, and All Might losing OFA. Bakugou felt responsible for that 

The hero world changed in one night, and All Might probably would’ve still had his power if he didn’t get kidnapped. Right here, he’s in shock, and he’s just feeling extremely guilty.

Even his mom said he was the reason for everything that happened. Although this was portrayed as a humorous scene, it still must have hurt him a lot.

The hero license exam arc was a good way for him to get his mind off of the whole incident in Kamino, but even during that arc he was constantly being reminded of everything that happened. Like here:

I don’t think that he was mainly angry at Izuku for saving All Might here, sure he was pissed off at the fact that Izuku saved the day again, but I think he was just feeling bad because he literally just caused All Might to lose his power and now he was responsible for All Might almost getting crushed by a boulder. He was angry at himself.

Even after he failed, they still reminded him of the fact that All Might can no longer be All Might because he “fell”, and he felt that it was his fault. The whole reason why the exam was conducted was because, the heroes needed all the help they could get from people with quirks suitable for acting as heroes (since you can’t use a quirk without a license or qualification) because All Might was no longer round to help. 

The poor boy had to carry this guilt throughout the exam, and after that he just had a bunch of emotions that he desperately wanted to get off his chest. Bakugou is a good guy, he’s an awesome character who’s been through so much, he’s gone from saying that he’s better than everyone else to encouraging his friends. 

This is just me babbling about how awesome Bakugou is because I really, really want you to like him… anyway chapter 118 will most likely change your opinion about Bakugou though.

The Magnus Effect

Alec felt a little nervous. It was his first time flying on a plane. His whole childhood he’d never flown anywhere. He’d grown up in the Bronx, and his parents weren’t rich enough for expensive flights to foreign places.

Alec had worked the whole summer and throughout his first semester of college to save enough money to visit his best friend, Jace, during Spring Break. Jace had gone off to study at Caltech, a university at the other side of the country after graduation, while Alec stayed in New York. He studied literature at Columbia. He was a baseball player and he’d gotten into the Ivy League university on a sports scholarship. Measuring in at six feet, his long legs and cat-like swiftness were further augmented by his skills as a pitcher. Spinning the ball, causing it to curve into any direction he’d want it to.

It’s called the Magnus Effect. The Magnus Effect causes a spinning ball to curve away from its principal flight path. Alec had perfected his pitches, using this technique, making it almost impossible for the batter to hit any ball he pitched. He’d gotten the scholarship because of it.

His sport of preference was archery, though. But there was no scholarship for that. Jace and he had done archery together. He outshone Jace on it. It was practically the only thing he was better at than Jace . Jace was smarter, faster, better at getting girls, and beautiful besides.

Alec didn’t care about the getting girls part. He’d known for a long time now that girls didn’t interest him. He was sixteen when he realized it was Jace who got his heart beating faster every time he entered the room. To have a crush on your best friend who’s straight. That was a tough break. On top of it, no one knew he was gay, except for his sister Isabelle. He was raised a good Catholic and in the Bronx being gay wasn’t accepted. Not even in 2017. At least not around the block where his parents lived.

He’d lived in the dorms now, and Columbia was different than the Bronx. But still, a gay baseball player, it didn’t earn him any points. He knew that. So he lived a closeted life. It was okay, really. He’d only ever felt attracted to Jace, and, with him living at the other side of the country, it was easier for Alec somehow.

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*arrives a month later with Sherlolly  fanfiction that takes place - of course - in the aftermath of ~that episode~*

“Molly”

“Go away, Sherlock”

“Mrs. Hudson sends biscuits.” He blurted out, ashamed of the way his tongue rushed to bribe her with sweets. He noticed, as he noticed (almost) everything else, the fact that she loved sweets. Always during her visits to Baker Street she took her tea with not one but two of Mrs. Hudson’s treats.

“You go down there and you talk to her.” John had said. “Fix it, Sherlock, as you fix everything else. Look, Mrs. H brought biscuits. That’ll get you inside. The rest is up to you.”

Her icy command came through the closed door.

“You can leave them at the door on your way out.”

“No, Molly. You have to let me in”.

He immediately regretted his poor choice of words.

“You know, I really do not have to do anything, just because you ask”.

“N-no, of course not.”

In a manner very un-Sherlock like, he faltered. Against her good sense, she was drawn to the door at this sign of vulnerability in his voice. It was as if her presence could make it better, which was, of course, a ridiculous thought.

“I just-I really need to explain-”

The door suddenly burst open. Molly Hooper stood before him, looking at him directly in the eye. His towering form wasn’t so intimidating now, she noticed, and, in turn, he didn’t feel very powerful standing before her.

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prima et ultima

@bizarrebird​ said: Fluff Week Prompt: Some one trying to explain what a hug feels like to an AI (any pair, York and Delta, Epsilon and Carolina, Epsilon and Tucker, all are good!) 

Rating: T

Characters: Agent York, Delta, Agent North

Relationships: Agent York/Delta

Warnings: None

Words: 1918

On AO3

all things must come to an end. this york and delta understand.


Agent York, says Delta, late at night. York is laying in his bunk, staring up at the ceiling, still getting used to this new person in his brain. May I ask a question?

Uh, yeah, sure. Delta’s been inquisitive lately, poking at York for different things but still hesitant to really integrate like the Counselor keeps hinting he might. York’s not complaining at the moment. What is it?

What does a hug feel like?

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let him be afraid of me

[a tribute to northern mothers; forgotten, unnamed, or maligned]

Part 1 of the series gentle mother, strength of women

i. Lyarra Stark

Lyarra Stark was a sister, a daughter, and a woman of the North. She was a Flint and a Stark; the daughter of Arya Fleetfoot and the Wandering Wolf. When her sister went south to marry and never once sent a raven, Lyarra didn’t accept it quietly.

Thirty years before Rickard Stark died in the Red Keep, he met a girl named Lyarra.

Or: Rickard’s southron ambitions were never solely his.

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norealbusinessbeinghere  asked:

Was Sen. Franken's book worth paying retail? I've gotten some Barnes & Noble gift cards and I am considering the purchase.

Yes, definitely. Politicians – especially incumbent politicians – usually release cautious, paint-by-numbers books with watered-down biographical information and an explanation of their personal political vision that is broad enough to touch upon a little bit of everything that they’re hoping might connect with members of their base while avoiding specifics or controversies that might come back and haunt them when opponents use them in the next campaign. In Al Franken, Giant of the Senate (BOOK | KINDLE), Senator Franken spends quite a bit of time talking about his background in comedy and how it helped him and hurt him when seeking political office, so that was refreshing. But he also writes in-depth about how his political ideology was forged and how he much he was inspired by Senator Paul Wellstone, who held the U.S. Senate seat from Minnesota that Franken now holds, prior to Wellstone’s tragic death in a plane crash less than two weeks before the 2002 election. That’s a really, really interesting aspect of the book because politicians don’t usually get as specifically personal when it comes to exactly what inspired them to run for office.

What I really found interesting in the book was when Franken talks about how hard he had to actively work at NOT being funny when he ran for the Senate in 2008 and how he went out of his way to prove that he understood the importance of his work and how he didn’t want to be perceived as the “class clown” once he actually entered the Senate. Franken purposefully avoided making jokes or funny comments that came naturally to him after nearly four decades as a professional comedian because of his respect for the institution he was now a member of, his devotion to representing his constituents in a respectful and dignified manner, and because the work was and is so important to him. It’s only been recently – now that’s he’s nearly halfway through his second term in the Senate – that Franken has been willing or felt comfortable with letting that side of him shine through in his work for the people of Minnesota. I mean, I never expected him to get elected to the Senate and start showing up to the Capitol as Stuart Smalley, but it’s fascinating how hard he worked to avoid any indication that he saw what he was doing as a joke.

That’s why the timing of Senator Franken’s new book has been so perfect. He’s comfortable with his role in the Senate, has proven his worth and work ethic, and is taking a bigger, more prominent leadership role as a respected progressive voice in the Senate. He’s one of the few politicians who understands celebrity, as well, and that could come in handy while working to defend progressive values against a President who is all show and no go, and against a Republican Congress that is just allowing President Trump to devalue the Presidency and the entire American political system.

Al Franken wouldn’t have written a book like this five years ago when he was still finding his way in the Senate and electoral politics. But now that he can write the type of book that Al Franken wanted to write without censoring his own humor or aggressive opinions, it’s definitely well worth a purchase. Because Franken is a really funny person his viewpoint on his Congressional colleagues and his experiences during his second career as a politician are very different than what we normally get from politicians. But Franken isn’t just a celebrity who got lucky and won an election on name recognition; he’s also a Harvard graduate with a lifelong passion for progressive politics who always had an activist streak within him and felt the urge and ambition to make the leap into public service as an elected official.

As I’m sure most of you have noticed, over the past year I have found myself taking up a prominent position on the Al Franken Bandwagon. I frequently expressed my belief that Franken would have been one of the best running mates, in almost every way, for Hillary Clinton in 2016. I was consistently impressed by his work during confirmation hearings for the Cabinet members nominated by President Trump. And I’ve been very happy to see Senator Franken taking a more significant and more public role as a leading progressive voice in the wake of the 2016 election. I’m definitely Team Franken right now, so I definitely suggest picking up his new book which is hilariously titled Al Franken, Giant of the Senate (BOOK | KINDLE), and which features a perfectly pompous Senatorial portrait of Franken on the cover.

(Oh, and I’d also recommend following this link and checking out Senator Franken’s recent appearance on Marc Maron’s WTF podcast!)

Title: wanna lock in your love

Prompt: Novelty

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.

Rating: very very light M.

Word count: 988.

A/N: It’s sasusaku smut week ya’ll. I’m fucking dying. :’) I’ve been so excited. Sadly I wasn’t able to write this longer oneshot about all the little times their make out sessions got more sexual and they got more daring, which was my original plan, but at least I managed to write a small thing. I hope it doesn’t seem too sudden or rushed though? Eh–w/e, have a slice of life fic of cute, young, traveling sasusaku breaching into sexual territory for the first time! :)


It happens on a rainy night during their travels, in the shelter of their tent—the first time Sasuke touches her beyond the lines of innocence. The first time he lets himself feel the warmth of her bared skin.

Sakura cannot help but to gasp.

(the moment was finally here.)

Ever since that day all those weeks ago where he’d first pushed her up against a tree to kiss the living hell out of her, her thoughts have too often been consumed with fantasies of his hand hungrily exploring her naked flesh, touching and squeezing in ways that would only make her moan. But now as she feels his calloused fingers pressing and brushing against her quivering belly, Sakura cannot help but to think that it feels so much better than everything she’s imagined all this time.

It wasn’t to say that his hand hadn’t wandered when they got caught up in their heated kisses—it had often roamed over her subtle curves, caressing in ways that never failed to make her shudder—but he’d constantly evaded her more intimate spots, never daring to slip past the material of her clothes, as if afraid of moving too fast. He always appeared careful despite his transparent state of burning desire, every stroke a precise, thought-out calculation, impulses seemingly contained with the help of a very fine, practiced control.

But tonight, her lover has allowed himself a little more freedom, a little more boldness, and Sakura is nothing if forever thankful; she has waited too long for this. Sighing and reveling in his touch, she draws him in for a long, deep kiss, languidly twining her fingers in his hair.

He ignites fire everywhere he strokes, she finds, and in that heat she feels something even greater: a profound reverence, a quiet worship, an endless, muted love. Her heart swells at this, cheeks flushing warmly, affection and desire washing over in sharp, powerful waves that seem to overwhelm her senses. He runs his hand over her back, her side, her abdomen, touching his tongue to hers as she cradles his body between her thighs, and Sakura feels both emotional and feverish somehow.

They have never been so close, but somehow they are still not close enough; the thought causes her to reach out and run her hands along the span of his own form, pushing and tugging to try and drag him against her.

But then his hand slides along her side, pauses to the place just shy of her bound breast, and toys with the bindings there, prompting her to break from their kiss with a hitched breath, eyes slipping open to look at him. Her half-lidded gaze meets the sight of him, panting and looking down at her so very hesitantly, cheeks lightly flushed. He is silently asking if he is stepping over a line, if he has been too daring or eager, if he is even doing this right, and Sakura knows that he will not move before she gives him some sort of answer.

So she smiles gently, and blushes a little, reaching to cup his cheek with all the love that she holds for him, while her free hand moves to guide his own over her mound, pressing softly. The red of his cheek darkens, and she sees his throat bob with a swallow, but he doesn’t look away from her as he squeezes her, so tentatively, testing her reaction. Sakura makes a sound to encourage him, timidly arching into his touch.

His jaw clenches at this. Molding her flesh a little more firmly, he leans down to kiss her again.

He begins an eager exploration then, and Sakura closes her eyes, wrapping her arms around him as he moves to test out different pressures and sensations, trying to learn what she likes. She helps him down the right path by sighing and moaning softly every time he does something that feels good, whispering breathy consents as he silently requests to touch her more boldly. She knows Sasuke appreciates it by the way he kisses her, long and sweet, hand stroking more confidently.

Eventually, the bindings come undone, and the roughened pad of his thumb finds her pebbled nipple, prompting a shiver down her spine. He flicks against it, brushes it, and lightly strokes around, causing rushes of such soft, delightful friction that send her biting down her lip, fingers clenching his shirt tightly. But when he does it again, she can’t help herself from gasping out his name against his mouth.

Sasuke seems to take it the wrong way; pulling away quickly, he mumbles a soft apology and looks away from her, moving to hide his face in the crook of her neck. Sakura tries not to shiver at the sensation his shirt creates as it lightly brushes her hard nubs. “Sorry,” he says again, full of embarrassment. “I don’t—I don’t know what I’m doing.”

He sounds so worried she cannot help but to smile. She pulls him close again, weaving a hand into his hair carefully. “You didn’t hurt me, Sasuke-kun,” she murmurs, closing her eyes. “Just the opposite, really—when you touched me like that, it felt really good… I guess it just surprised me how sensitive I was.”

She feels him swallow, and kisses his hair. And when he doesn’t move to touch her again, clearly too hesitant, she cannot help her amusement. Gently pulling him back to look at him again, she smiles tenderly, and urges him to meet her gaze with a stroke to his cheek. When he finally does, she takes a quiet breath and shyly leads his hand back to her breast.

“It felt good, Sasuke-kun,” she says again. She presses his hand there more insistently. “I promise.”

She sees his eyes soften. It is apparently all it takes to make him lean down again, kissing her once more as he pursues his tentative exploration.