i think i will write an actual longer text post about this tomorrow

Talks Machina Highlights (Episodes 92 & 93)
  • Denise message: “With every breath the world takes my power increases.”
  • Asked which of her episodes was the most intense, Noelle: “Well, the first one, I was on the edge of my seat a lot wondering when they were gonna stop shopping…”
  • Everyone admits that episode 93 should’ve been the most intense episode yet, but they were all so ignorant of the potential consequences that it didn’t really sink in until afterwards.
  • Noelle talks about a really fun D&D campaign she had where everybody played teenagers in high school (she was a tiefling warlock). She wanted something different than the high-charisma, low-strength build she’d had there, so when Matt suggested the blood hunter class, she was 100% on board. “I like my D&D characters extra.”
  • Sam agrees with a question-asker that Taryon is mostly just emulating what he thinks brave people ought to do; it remains to be seen whether or not he’s actually brave.
  • Liam as a player was freaking out over how close the campaign came to ending, but in-character, Vax is pretty convinced they’re all destined to get to the end of the road at this point and that there’s a bigger plan in play.
  • Travis and Sam both expected the Nine Hells to be worse than they were. Sam: “I think you build up hell in your mind…”
  • Tova would totally have turned Grog into a werebear if he’d asked.
  • A question-asker points out that Trinket wound up lasting years longer than Doty. Sam: “…yes, there’s something inherently wrong with that. […] You know what? Matt’s game is broken.” Brian: “Doty vs. Trinket: The end of Critical Role.” (Laura immediately tweets in outrage.)
  • Someone asks if Vax was disappointed that he didn’t get the killing blow on Hotis, and Liam points out that the only kill that had any emotional meaning for Vax personally was Thordak–other than that, it’s all about the team.
  • At one point, Tova was down to 15 HP. Travis: “We’re not very good at tracking how low everybody gets.” Noelle: “…no. No, you’re not.”
  • Sam, summing up an extended D&D legal discussion: “I’m not sure that contract would’ve been legal in the state of California.”
  • Losing Doty hasn’t sunk in yet for Taryon. “Doty is a big brother, a mom, a little brother…”
  • New episode of All Work No Play (Sam and Liam’s podcast) is going up tomorrow! Sam: “It’s really not our best episode.” Liam: “That’s ludicrous, it’s the best.”
  • Tova’s friends all had names and a bit of connection pre-built with Tova’s backstory.
  • Vax thinks Tary has potential but lacks confidence. Grog, in the middle of the fight, kept seeing him huddled in a ball casting Sanctuary and thinking “…fucking Tary.” 
  • Travis: “Especially now that you don’t have a nanny anymore, Grog’s gonna have to step in and take that role.” Sam: “Honestly, I’m not even sure Taryon can put on his own armor.”
  • Noelle felt like it was a necessary character choice for Tova to stay behind, and also thinks that she’s so driven that a lot of hell’s torture wouldn’t really sink in as long as she still had a sense of duty and purpose. The biggest thing that would be an impediment to her survival would be finding out that her friends had been killed. Wanting to return Vax’s ring would also be a driving force that could keep her going.
  • Vax worked for the Clasp for a while and got into the attitude of doing jobs without fully understanding why, so he’s not too worried about tracking down the anonymous person who requested the rakshasa parts at the Slayer’s Take–as far as he’s concerned, it’s over.
  • Everyone talks about how right up-his-alley the contract is for Percy. Brian: “If Taliesin summoned an army of the damned in real life, that would be the least surprising thing Taliesin has ever done.”
  • Liam: “The lawyer on the other side might argue that [Doty] is less of a party member and more of a Zune.” Sam: “Shut your mouth! He is not a Zune. He’s a Palm Pilot or better.”
  • Noelle: “I think things went pretty well. I killed a pit fiend, I turned into an invisible bear, I airplaned Vax around.” Brian: “You pushed Keyleth out a window.” Noelle: “I did do that.”
  • ASHLEY JOHNSON RETURNS ON THURSDAY
  • Sam on Doty: “I’m unreasonably attached to that robot, he’s pretty great. He’s a cutie.”
  • Travis suggests that Grog could take over writing Tary’s exploits, since he knows two letters now.
  • Liam has no expectations for what’s going to happen in the next episode. No idea what’s gonna happen. Sam points out that there aren’t a lot of loose ends anymore.
  • Travis: “I kept asking how my stomach was feeling, to Matt, as one does in a D&D game. If I shit an imp, we’ll know.”

Talks Machine in the Dark:

  • Travis mentions the K’varn fight as the first time he really felt like things were getting terribly out-of-hand. Liam and Sam both mention getting stuck inside the dragon.
  • Noelle, as a writer, likes the narrative ambiguity of Schrodinger’s Tova and thought that, either way, it was a cool way to go out.
  • My new favorite question: “Does Grog know Minxie is Keyleth?” Travis has to answer that, unfortunately, Grog is fully aware that they’re the same because he was the one who named her back in the home game.
  • Liam thinks the only option if Keyleth had failed that roll would be for Percy to invoke the contract. Travis also brings up the Deck.
  • Noelle tells amazing stories about the graphic novel bible she had growing up. “I’m pretty sure Jezebel isn’t supposed to be your favorite character in the bible, but she had amazing eyeshadow…”
  • Liam tells Travis that next campaign, they’re gonna have to be the note-takers to pay Marisha back for this one. Travis: “I’m gonna have to learn how to write.”
  • Vax will finally stop wearing the armor all the time now that Hotis is out of the picture. “Don’t need to worry about Mercer shanking me in my most intimate moments.”
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Exmate Messenger (Part 5)

Taehyung X Reader

In a world where Soulmate Messenger —A text messaging service that connects you to your soulmate — dominates the dating industry, you find yourself receiving an interesting text from a very familiar number.

A/N Okay so I literally couldn’t end this with texts, I tried and tried but it just wasn’t coming out the way I wanted it to, so I wrote a lil ending to it (I’m not a writer so sry if it’s terrible lol) but this brings us to the end of all the soulmate series, wowza. Idk what I’m going to write about now lmao. I really hope you all have enjoyed them though, they were a pleasure to make 🤗

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“Sure thing, ready when you are!” You typed. The elevator dings and the doors open, making your heartbeat skyrocket into your throat. Why were you doing this? It was so unlike you to fly over seas for something so ridiculous, but here you are anyway. Your phone rings right as you step into the elevator and you cross your fingers, hoping that he doesn’t catch onto your plan.

“Hey baby!” He sounds so tired, his voice low and rough, granted he had just been on stage not even two hours earlier. A pang of guilt strikes you, he’s probably exhausted, you should let him rest not bother him.

“Hi Taehyung.”

“Ugh, I’ve missed your voice so much this past month. I can’t wait to come home and hear that voice every day.” He was sitting on the bed in his hotel room, a pillow in his lap and his computer placed at the foot of the bed. “Are you in an elevator right now? Is this a bad time?”

“No no not at all!” you jump at his question, almost too quick to answer it. “I’m just on my way to see some friends who are visiting from out of town.”  God you were such a terrible bluffer, internally cringing at your unconvincing lie. “But it’s not like they’re waiting on me, I have time to talk for a minute.”

The elevator stops abruptly as the doors slide open, bringing the 12th floor into full visibility. You step out slowly, almost as if you’re trying to stall the inevitable just a little bit longer. “Oh, well I just wanted to see your face is all. And to tell you I miss you.” he smiles, that big, boxy smile making you weak at the knees every time. “I miss you too, Tae. I hope the tour is going well for you and the boys.” He sighs, though it’s hard to tell wether it’s good or bad. Hugging the pillow into his chest tightly, he speaks. “It’s been really great so far, we’re all having a really good time and meeting so many of our fans, like I couldn’t ask for more. But I can’t help but feel super guilty for leaving you so soon.”

“Tae no, it’s okay. I’m fine and happy knowing that you’re doing what you love, plus it’s not like you’re going to be gone forever.” you try to assure him, though it seems like it’s not doing much. I find yourself walking down the expansive hallway as you check each room number. Room 1243, 1244, and so on and so forth till you find it. Room 1248. You shift nervously in front of the door as your pulse rises, this is it and there’s no turning back now. “Hey, Tae I have to go, I think I’m at their room. But I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?” he face sinks and the guilt rises in your stomach. Why were you playing with him like this? It was Jungkooks idea in the first place which explains some of it but still, your heart can’t help but sink a little bit as you watch the disappointment on his face.

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N.” he smiles softly, trying not to show his sadness and utterly failing at it.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Tae.” And just like that the call ends. You look up at the door in front of you, still processing that fact that you’re actually here. You stall for just a moment longer, trying to think of what you’ll say. “Deep breaths Y/N, you don’t have to say anything.” you tell yourself as the building adrenaline pushes you closer to the entrance. “Just do it already.” and with one finally push from the voice in the back of your mind, you knock on the door.

You’ve forgotten how tall he’s is, his sweats ridding low on his hips and his hair in his eyes. He is literally a piece of art standing in the door way and you can’t help but freeze at the sight of him. His eyes grow wide as he begins to register the situation at hand, it clearly being just as much of a dream for him as it is for you. Not a word leaves his mouth, nor a movement from him body, he just stares.

“Hey Tae.” And that was all he needed, burying his face into your neck as he pulls you in and shuts the door behind you both.

Surprise! - Connor McDavid

Requested by Anon:  Hi! Your JVR one was amazing!!! Can you do a Connor McDavid one where the reader plays for the Canadian women’s Olympic team (hockey) and Connor doesn’t know but finds out. Can the reader also be best friends with Dylan and Mitch? Hope this is okay and makes sense. If it doesn’t, no pressure. Thanks so much!

Word Count: 1273
Team: Edmonton Oilers
Warnings: Cussing

Hope you enjoy Anon! I skipped Dylan because I didn’t want too much going on but I hope this is still up to your standards!

“Who are you snapchatting?” Connor asked as Mitch interrupted their conversation to send a Snapchat. The two were chatting outside of the Edmonton locker room after the game before Mitch had to head back to his hotel and then the airport.

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What you did. || Veronica Lodge

Originally posted by twelvevo

Requested : Hi! Could you please write something with “Tell me what they did to you, please.” and Veronica? Maybe with a bullied reader but it’s up to you. Oh and could we use other prompts, too?

[A/N] : hey there! thanks for the ask anon! well not so anonymous hehe.. don’t worry i won’t tell anyone your identity and i won’t post the ask. I’m sorry i made cheryl an asshole, but i couldn’t find anyone else… oh, and yes, you can request anything but im not very comfortable in doing smut, thanks!

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Love Letters (Jumin x MC)

Jumin begins writing love letters to figure out how to confess to you. 

Word Count: 1694

Honestly, I don’t feel very good. I don’t feel sad or anything don’t worry, but I think I’m getting sick. That probably won’t affect uploads but if I’m unable to post, that’s more than likely why. Also, this is an alternate version to Letter by Letter in a way. I saw that some people thought it was going to be sweet love letters so, here it is! I hope you enjoy and have a marvelous day!

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Jumin sat at his desk in his home, tapping his pen against the desk.

In front of him lay a blank sheet of paper, his thoughts running rampant through his head.

The words he was about to write were for you. 

He just didn’t quite know how.

He wanted to say so much.

There was so much to say about your after all. 

Your utterly beautiful heart that was drenched with tenderness.

Your smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. 

Your small stories that you make you break into small bits of laughter between your words. 

The glimmers that hovered in your eyes, always expressing your emotions.

How you always seemed to know what he was thinking somehow. 

You knew him so well. 

You understood him.

That hadn’t happened before with anyone. 

Yet he couldn’t be happier that it was you.

The thought of saying those words, however, left worry welling inside of his chest.

What if you didn’t feel the same? 

What if you no longer wanted to be around him?

Perhaps that was the point of the letters.

To express something he’d never be able to truly do.

   “My Dearest MC,

                               I often struggle with revealing my feelings due to the reactions I fear from the rest of the world. But I’ve never had that with you.

                              You’ve always accepted me, even knowing of the knots and tangles in my mind.

                              I dare even say you’ve untied some.

                             I’ve felt more human with you than I ever have in my entire life.

                           You’re absolutely extraordinary. 

                           I don’t quite understand what I did to deserve someone as fantastic as you in my life. 

                         However, I couldn’ t be more grateful.

                                                                                    Sincerely,                                                                                                                             Jumin Han”

That night, you had called him, with him immediately picking up. 

“Hello!” You exclaimed, your bubbly tone drifting through his phone. “How was your day?” 

He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your voice.

“Would it be odd to say much better now that I’m talking to you…?” He hummed, lowering his book.

He looked towards his desk, pink beginning to dust his cheeks. 

And possibly yours.

You didn’t respond for a moment, before letting out a few faint, flustered snickers. 

“I um…would it be odd to say that I feel the same way?” You replied. “I’ve been looking forward to calling you!” 

“Am I really that great of a conversationalist?” 

“Well, it’s hard to resist your puns.” 

“You mean…like right meow?” 

You erupted into muffled laughter as you clamped a hand over your mouth.

It was still more beautiful than any symphony, though.

“You know, maybe you should’ve considered becoming a comedian?” 

“I’ll inform my father I’ll be stepping down in the morning to pursue my dream.” He stated. “I’ll be dedicating every show to you, so you’ll have to show up I’m afraid. I wouldn’t have realized what real dream if it weren’t for you.” 

He truly wouldn’t have.

But in actuality, you were his dream.

“I’d be happy to come.” You chimed. “Will Elizabeth 3rd be there as well?” 

“Of course.” He said. “I’d want her to attend such an important event after all.” 

“Well, we’ll both be surely cheering you on!”  

“Perhaps you should drop by soon to help me review jokes?”

“I’d love to. When would it be best?” 

“Day after tomorrow. I have an extended meeting tomorrow and I’d hate to accidentally ruin this due to my carelessness.” 

 “Alright, it’s a date then!”   

Jumin stopped breathing for a moment, the air getting caught in his throat before he erupted into embarrassed coughs. 

“I-I mean-” You scrambled to reorganize your thoughts, constantly stumbling. “I-It’s not a date! W-well if you want it to be I-I’d l-like that a lot b-but…” You continued on before letting out an exasperated breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re fine.” He stated, regaining his composure.

His heart couldn’t help but keep feeling as though his heart may burst.

Even if not legitimately.

It was a date of sorts.

“M-Maybe I’m just tired or something I-I don’t know.” 

 “Perhaps you should take a cat nap then.” 

You paused before sniggering. “Another pun?” 

“Yes, but if you are tired, please get some rest. Your health is very important.” 

 “Right, right. Thank you Jumin, you’re the best.” You murmured, yawning. “Get some rest too! Okay?” 

“I’ll be sure to. Sweet dreams.” 

You ended the call.

And the last thing on Jumin’s mind was sleep.


The next day you filled his mind like sand on a shore. 

He had paced his room before he left for work, thinking of how to make tomorrow perfect for you.

The main question in his head: what would make you happy?

After all, all he wanted was for you to be happy.

     “My Dearest MC,

                               I often think of what I define my world as.

                              But I now think after all of these years I’ve figured it out.

                             You are my world.

                             The world is meant to be an astounding, and beloved thing, opening opportunities to all, opening doors many would’ve assumed were locked.

                            I can think of no other epitome for such a thing, other than you.

                          Although, in another way, someone being your world, relates to them being your everything. Cherishing them with all your heart and soul.

                         You fit that definition as well for me.

                                                                              Sincerely,                                                                                                                             Jumin Han”

The meeting had been uneventful but somehow feeling to have gone on for an eternity. 

Jahee had noticed the dragging of his steps as they made their way back to his office.

“You still have quite a day ahead of you, should I request some espresso shots?” 

“Yes Please.” 

“Right away Mr. Han.” 

As he entered his office and she went off, he felt a buzzing in his phone. 

Texts. 

From you.

“Hope you survived the meeting!” 

“Fortunately I did.” 

“I’m proud of mew!” 

He chuckled softly at your response.

“That was very clever.” 

“I learn from the best!” 

“I’m honored.” 

That kept him going until he got home, giving him a boost he found the espresso shots couldn’t quite do. 

And when he arrived at the penthouse, the first thing he did; was write.

      “My Dearest, MC,

                                  I never truly knew what love was before recently. 

                                 I knew most people felt it for someone else, but I never had. It was as though there was a missing puzzle piece in my scattered brain.

                               And then you entered my life.

                              And I have fallen utterly in love with you.

                             You did something I thought previously was impossible.

                            You taught me what love was.

                            And perhaps in a perfect world, you fell for me in the process.

                                                                       Sincerely,                                                                                                                             Jumin Han”

The next day seemed to fast forward, only coming to an abrupt halt as he began preparing for your arrival.

He had felt his heart nearly jump from his chest as he heard the door knock.

He made his way to the door, opening it happily to find you. 

You rushed towards him, hugging him excitedly. 

“Hi!” You cried, a grin stretching from ear to ear.

“Hello, how are you?” 

You stepped back, folding your arms awkwardly across your chest. “Uh…a bit hungry actually.” 

“You are? Did you eat lunch?” 

“I didn’t have time.” 

He nodding as he set his hand on your shoulder, giving a soft squeeze. “I’ll go inform the chef. Just sit tight.” 

Your face darkened at the gesture.

How come?

“N-No that’s fine you don’t have to do anything-” 

“I’ll just ask for something simple. How about…pasta? You like that don’t you?”

You nodded. “I do. That sounds…great. Thank you Jumin.” 

“My pleasure.” 

He shut the door behind him, making his way to the chef and informing him.

He was told it’d be done shortly, just to sit tight and wait in the penthouse. 

Maybe that would help you.

He could only hope.

He returned to the home, opening the door and finding you in the office. 

He forgot to put away the letters.

You were reading the letters.

Your eyes were wider than dinner plates, your jaw dropping. 

Yet still the hint of a smile. 

“MC I-” He stepped forward, his face roughly the same shade of a strawberry. “Y-You don’t have to feel the same b-but please don’t be upset-” 

“I guess this is a perfect world.” You raised your head, locking gazes with him.

“W-What?” 

“In your letters, you say, that in a perfect world I’d have fallen for you too.” You explained, heat radiating off you. “Well, it must be a perfect world then. Becuase…I love you too.” 

He processed your words, shock rippling through him like a tidal wave. 

“Y-You do…?” 

You nodded rapidly, without any hesitation. “I do.” 

Jumin reached out to you, taking your hand. 

He pulled you to him, holding you as though you may fly away at the slightest breeze. 

You sank into his touch, burying your head into his neck. 

And for a moment, time stopped.

It was simply the two of you, enveloped in the other’s arms and adoration.

And a brand new, beloved path full of joy unfolding for both of you.

56 things I learned in my first year of highschool

Guys, tomorrow I start school, and in honor of that, I decided to post 56 things I learned as a freshman. And for anyone that’s going to start school soon, some of these will be helpful. So here ya go- I really hope this helps! Let me know if it does!! Also sorry for such a lengthy post, I know it’s unlike me to put up long posts.

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- always carry extras. Whether it be pens, tampons, paper, anything. Carry extras. (Guys- don’t be afraid to carry tampons or pads either! There is a boy I go to school with that only asked for tampons for his birthday. Whenever a girl needs one and her friends don’t have any, they can always go to this kid. He always has one in his bag. It’s very helpful)

- take pictures, take a LOT of pictures.

- even if you don’t like sports, go to the homecoming game.

- get close to at least one teacher a year.

- if you don’t buy a yearbook, you can get your friends to sign a notebook

- Do NOT skip pages in your notebooks. Do not. If you just flip to s random page, you’ll run out quicker. Go page by page, and don’t be afraid to have multiple subjects in your notebook

- if you don’t have a planner you can text the homework to yourself.

- the guidance counselor is there to help

- be close with your friends. Make sure you all know you love each other.

- care for your friends. Become their second family. Make sure they can depend on you, and make sure they’re eating and sleeping.

- you are never too busy to make sure your friends are okay.

- genuinely ask people how their day is going. Tell them to have a good day.

- be kind to everyone and never have prejudice.

- you don’t need to write every word on the slide.

- color code your notes. Make the headings and the actual notes different colors.

- mechanical pencils last longer

- flash cards work wonders.

- study and do your homework. Read the assigned reading. Re-read through your notes at home. Quiz yourself. Quiz your friends. Make sure you know. Your. Shit.

- always carry mints and/or gum

- you get three to five mental health days Lee semester; make them count.

- if you’re feeling too stressed to study or you can’t focus, don’t study. Wait a bit. Watch a YouTube video, grab a bottle of water, eat something, then get back to work.

- peppermints stimulate the brain, so have a peppermint mint before a test.

- do not underestimate then power of sleep. While all nighters are fantastic ideas, sleeping will help you do well on your test as well.

- don’t lie to people

- try to not get on your phone during class

- respect substitute teachers, and don’t be a dick.

- smile at people, and smile at your teachers.

- Great first impressions can last a lifetime! Always, always try to make good first impressions on people; you kilt need them for a job reference later in life, and it’s good to be nice to people anyway.

- you’ll probably make friends in other grades.

- make at least one friend in every class.

- don’t be bashful when bringing in your morning coffee or tea. Drink it proudly.

- if you feel good wearing it, fuck what everyone else thinks.

- lots of girls do their makeup in the bathroom before school.

- if you’re close enough, your friends will go to the bathroom. (My best friend is a cis male, and I still have to use the female bathrooms. We are close enough that he waits outside he bathroom for me, and vice versa)

- laugh at people’s jokes

- the secret to writing thesis statements in an argumentative essay:
“Despite the fact that some people* (historians, scientists, etc.) believe X* (counterclaim), Y* (topic sentence/stance on topic.)” DO NOT STATE YOUR SPECIFIC REASONS. DO NOT SAY YOU. DO NOT SAY VERY.

- PLEASE try to go out with your friends as often as you can. As much fun as binging Netflix is, going out with your friends is much more fun than watching Friends for six hours, okay? Make memories.

- take your notes in pen, not pencil. If you make a mistake, just scribble it out and keep writing. Also, your writing won’t rub off. (I like flair pens the best. Absolute favorite.)

- use college ruled paper. Seriously.

-stay organized. Seriously.

-it’s better to regret doing something than not doing it.

-always attempt at something. Getting a 50% is better than getting a 0%

-failing a class is not the end of the world, but that isn’t an excuse to do it. Always put your best effort into it.

-you will never feel more motivated than you do in the first few days in school. Try to call back that feeling around the middle and end of the year.

-keep study guides, old worksheets, and tests. You can use these to study for MidTerm Exams, Finals, or even Standardized Testing.

-reorganize your backpack during Christmas break and spring break. Throw out any old papers you don’t need.

-you don’t actually have to read the syllabus.

-if your friend offers you lunch, even if it’s off campus, you should say yes. It’s really fun.

-try to keep up with those healthy habits. Drink water, exercise, etc. Do what you have to do.

-don’t overwhelm yourself. If your workload is feeling too heavy, take a break. And your friends and he guidance counselor are there to make your life easier; you can depend on them.

-it’s never too early to start thinking about colleges and careers.

-colleges often consider freshman year the most important year of all of highschool. You have a better chance of getting into colleges with a good freshman year.

-take advantage of opportunities to study, especially with the teacher.

-buy the books you need for English class. You can mark in the text this way, and you can take it home to re-read. Or, if you don’t want to write in the book itself, you can use sticky notes.

-SparkNotes are fucking great and super fucking helpful

-SparkNotes actually self physical books! If you’re doing Shakespeare, go to Amazon and order one of these SparkNotes books. Not only does it have the ordinal text and lots of room to make the text, it had a translation to modernized English and explanations on what Shakespeare was saying! It’s very helpful.

-you’ve got this. Whether it be a test, a class you think is hard, making new friends, whatever it is. You’ve got this shit d o w n. You can do it! I believe in you. Go out there and kick ass.

Forever | 6: Pain

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 1549

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: (Throughout) Language

Characters (in order of appearance): Sebastian Stan, Reader

A/N: I started writing this in 2015, and it was v popular on wattpad so I thought, why not make it accessible to my pals on tumblr? pls bare with me as I post the next 7 chapters, and please, as always, let me know what you think!! I love hearing from y’all :)

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What Do YOU Want? Pt. 6

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 3,500+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 … Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 

(A/N: Yowza, the next part won’t be this long, I promise!! I just really loved writing this one, though this part probably contains the least amount of Jiyong thus far. As always, I hope you all enjoy it!!!)

Originally posted by magikasa

“For the fifth time, yes, we’ll make sure you get a wig with short black hair.”

You were nearing the end of what turned out to be a surprisingly difficult rehearsal with iKon and were responding to all questions in between your panting. All along it had been extremely entertaining and your difficulty breathing mainly came from how often you’d burst out laughing at the way the 7 men attempted to be feminine. You should have accounted for the amount of effort it would take to get these boys to dance the way girl groups do.

“Short black hair will just work the best with my face. It’s my concept.” Junhoe was insistent, as per usual, that his good looks be maintained throughout the performance and the rest of you had a good laugh whenever it was brought back up.

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Alright, this is how wonderpegs starts off: Diana is ya know, a pretty famous but largely anonymous figure in ww1, and not many people actually know her identity and stuff. Like. Some of the villagers and soldiers remember her, but they wouldn’t be able to tell you her name. But Peggy- oh Peggy, our sweet little secret agent spy- she’s privy to all the govt secrets that the british govt had gathered during ww1. And sweet Steve was part of British intelligence, so you can fucking fight me on how and why Etta def would have made a report on that whole mission she ran.

So. Peggy is just like, “holy shit this woman is hot an amazing asset and i would totally tap that if she were still alive she would be an amazing person to have around if she were still alive and/or able bodied.”

And then: she is.

The god killer Princess Diana of Themyscira is still alive and is ready to kick some nazi ass, and since the british govt is the one that is largely familiar with her, she signs up with them to be officially part of the army and stuff. I don’t know anything about the military, please don’t look at me for factual correctness. Steve Rogers is off doing his business, getting kicked to shit in alleyways, and I’m sure there is some other british gal or lifelong friend that he falls for while he becomes Captain Beefcake.

But! Back to wonderpegs.

So.

Peggy says something along the lines of, “I’m better than all these shit heads in the room, Diana, wanna go on a mission together?” And they do! And it’s the start of a beautiful friendship.

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I’ll Always Be Here - Jeffmads

Author’s Note: Mon ami! This will get you in the feels if you are a hardcore Jeffmads fan, this took and hour or so to write because I cannot spell for the life of me haha but prepare yourself for a part two tomorrow ill be posting other stories later today. Don’t forget to send suggestions!! Here is my prompt list ill be glad to satisfy your needs! <3

Word Count: 1168 (get used to it bbys I will always write 1000 or more words <3)

Warning: Some swearing and depressing thoughts

Prompt: None, all from my little mind :)


After a hard long day in class, Thomas felt like his legs were about to give up on him and he would collapse, he wasn’t feeling all that well either. He wasn’t even that excited to debate with Alexander today. He just wanted to go home. So, he did. He told his debate teacher, Mr. Benshon that he wasn’t feeling well and went home immediately. James finished his classes already so he was already in their dorm room, attempting to make the perfect mac and cheese meal just like Thomas’s. The door sung open sometime after he gave up and grabbed some cereal.

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a-le-lone-wolf  asked:

hi there! i'm so sorry to bother you but i'm kind of going through an episode right now and i love your imagines so much that i thought you could help me out. i had an emotionally and mentally abusive ex and recently them and their friend contacted me and are harassing me but i blocked them but i still can't help but feel shit. i was wondering if you could write a prompto x reader imagine where his s/o is dealing with the same thing and he comforts her and leads to smut too? xo.

Heey A-le-lone-wolf! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! And I’m so sorry you have to go through this. If you ever need an ear to listen to you can always shoot me a message. And I also hope that things will get better for you! And you’re not bothering me at all!!! :o
Last but not least, thank you for your kind words and for sending that request. 

It took quite long to finish because I didn’t want to make mistakes. The actual NSFW scene will be uploaded in a different post - but I promise you’ll get your smut! I’ll have to re-touch that part again but it should be up tomorrow. But I wanted you to know that I’m not ignoring your request and didn’t want to keep you waiting much longer! ^^

Anyway, I hope you like it <3

(P.S: I’m not ignoring any requests, I’m working on all of them).


Part: 1 out of 2

Words: 3000+

Genre: Eeeh, fluff but kind of angst too?

TW: Mentions & depictions of harassment, abuse, bullying and smut begins at the end - the actual scene is in a separate post.



They’re doing it again!” Prompto’s S/O shouted, messages of her abusive ex and the army of “friends” they had spamming the notifications on her phone. 

Over the past few days, they had been sending numerous messages over all kinds of social media harassing her, sending mean messages or even photos and video snippets. Prompto knew. He was there when it all began, when his S/O’s ex first tried to sneak his way back into her life. His first reaction was to take her phone - of course, after asking - and blocking them and deleting all messages for her. That didn’t stop them, though. Only hours later they created new accounts.
More hurtful words were sent. Unfortunately, Prompto wasn’t there to stop them. She read through all of the messages, tried to come up with smart remarks but simply couldn’t. 

Pick up the phone, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.
You dare to be with that stupid blonde guy again?!
Why waste your time. Just come back already.
No one will ever love you as much as I did.
We both know you need me. You’d be nothing without me. You should be grateful I’m willing to take you back after such a ridiculous attempt at breaking up.
I’m the best thing that ever happened to you. 
Okay you know what, fuck you and your sorry ass.
All my friends hate your worthless ass as well.
I’m sure your boy is cheating on you. Think I’ve seen him with some blonde, busty mechanic.
You should be thankful I’m trying to help you.
This is all your fault! 
Such an ugly mess, probably crying like a baby. Get yourself together.

Those were just some of the texts she received. With each message, she heard their ex’ voice, saw their face scrunching up before they yelled at her. She could practically hear their voice in her head, haunting her all over again.
They broke up over a year ago, yet they still tried to get her back. Before their final break up, she came back - multiple times. They always managed to guilt trip and manipulate her into believing she had to go back. Right after they put her down, slowly tore her self-esteem off, they comforted her, whispered sweet nothings into her ear. 

It was a never-ending cycle of abuse. But eventually, she found the strength within herself to break it off. For good. Back then, they harassed her for a few months, made sure she knew about all their new relationships and how much better they were. They were obsessed with her, still trying to control her even from afar. She moved, bought a new phone and deleted all memories associated with them - including her old social media accounts. 

And it helped. For some time at least.

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That album part 4

Hey guys! I told you it would be up today :) Okay I said tomorrow yesterday, and the clock is 11.45pm in Sweden. Maybe it’s the July 12th for some of you, but the time difference will always be a problem. Anyway, this one is longer and I really hope you like it!

If you haven’t read the story, you can find the other parts here:

Part 1: https://jackieswift.tumblr.com/post/162440799402/that-album

Part 2: https://jackieswift.tumblr.com/post/162483320922/that-album-part-2?is_related_post=1

Part 3: https://jackieswift.tumblr.com/post/162839150932/that-album-part-3

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*Adam’s pov*

I woke up late that morning, because my party went on for a long time. I thought and hoped I would wake up to a text from the girl I missed more than anything in this world and I had. Or I had probably gotten the text at the party, just that I didn’t check my phone all the time, because I wanted to remember that evening.

“Never ever in my wildest dreams” I would have said if someone told me I would write this much lyrics to an album. But I had gotten my heart broken for real this time. The women I loved had walked away from me. At first I was mad, and that’s why I gave out My Way and why the whole twitter thing happened. Today, well let’s just say I miss her. And that’s why I gave out Faking It. Other songs and parts of songs on the album is also about her, us and our relationship, but Faking It is probably the song that mean the most to me, because I’m actually telling the world about my feelings and love for her.

I clicked up the text and read “Why didn’t you tell me?” That was all. No more, nothing less. I have to admit, I was a bit disappointed. But maybe this meant she still loved me and wished I would have told her.

“Mates, guess who texted me” I wrote to my closest group of friends. I layed there in bed and just smiled. Maybe, just maybe I had a chance. Wow, you sound like a little boy who just got laid, I thought to myself. But this was so much more. This could change my life!

“I would have said Taylor, but I don’t think she said she loves you when she just landed in Rhode Island with her new boyfriend. And yeah, sorry ‘bout that bro…”

WHAT? WITH HER NEW BOYFRIEND? I knew about the rumors, I was so jealous when I found out, but I guess I didn’t believed it. I guess I couldn’t believe that Taylor dated a guy like that. A guy that lived with his fu*king parents at the age of 26 or however old he was. He looked like a kid, but I knew Taylor liked boys like that, just look at her exes. I only thought she might had gone over to the more mature looking guys at this age, after Tom and I. Well, maybe it was for the best. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be, but I wanted her. I knew it sounded childish, but I wanted her all to myself. So I searched on the internet for “Taylor Swift and Joe Alwyn Rhode Island” and it seemed like they had landed there together. Or at least they both were there.

I got mad, I wanted her. And I couldn’t lose her to someone like that. I had a hard time dealing with her fame, but how in the world could he handle it. He’s probably a nice person, but let’s face it, right now he’s a nobody. Wait, he’s a nobody, so he’s probably only using her, and she will go in 100% for that damn relationship, like she always does. But I just know he can’t handle it! He will break her heart and she will give up on true love, adopt a baby and just let it all go. She will love that child more than anything in the world, but she will be alone forever, and so will I.


A tear fell down from my face. I couldn’t think about Taylor and I not having babies. We had talked about that so many times. How our kids would be really tall and the cutest kids that ever walked on this planet. But maybe she would have kids with him, Joe. Or maybe she would adopt. She talked about having kids all the time when we were together and how she wanted a big family. She’s 30 in a few years, so she will probably feel more pressure now. Because she always told me she wanted to wait, just a little bit longer. I wish she had forgotten a pill or something like that, because then we would have gone in for saving our relationship more than we did. We both just gave up. But today, I can’t help wondering why.

I took up my phone to text Ellie and ask about Joe and the 4th. I wanted to do it, but in a way I didn’t. I was scared. Scared to find out that Taylor is with another guy and that it might be something serious between them. Also scared of Ellie annoying me over it, because I just know she wouldn’t shut up if I tell her.

“Hey! Are you going to Tay’s 4th of July party and do you know if Joe is going?” I wrote and then pressed send. I wanted to know, but I knew it would hurt me. I’m usually the strong man who doesn’t cry and sh*t like that, but after losing Taylor, I cried like a baby.

“Someone is jealous, huh? She’s just having a small thing this year, because pretty much everyone has plans. I don’t know if I’m going or not, but to the important question, yes, he is!”

I couldn’t believe it. Or I knew it was possible, that she actually moved on, don’t care about my songs, but the whole internet….wait, I have to check what they had to say about it! Because of the fact that it was really late and not morning at all when I woke up it was a lot of things said. People loved the album, which made me happy. And on tumblr, well let’s just say everyone understood Faking It was about her, so they understood that I still love her. I clicked on her profile and saw that she hadn’t posted or liked anything in a long time. And tumblr used to be her favorite place to spend time on, well I guess it wasn’t anymore. Maybe she didn’t care, but maybe it would actually hurt her to go on Tumblr again and maybe that’s the reason to why she stays away.

Anyway, I have to get her back. I have to do whatever it takes to get her back. Not just because of the great sex or that she’s really beautiful, but also because she inspired me, gave me hope, made me happy, was my best friend and really did make me a better person, a better man. But apparently I wasn’t good enough. But my whole world had fallen in pieces when she left me and I had to get my life back.

I got another text from Ellie, it said “But I don’t know if they are a thing or not. I can ask if you’re wondering….”

What could I possible answer? I went on social medias a bit longer and then I found something that broke my heart a bit. Me standing and talking with Aarika and looking at her boobs. WHY DID YOU LOOK AT HER BOOBS ADAM? WHY? I asked myself. People on the internet thought we were back together and some said that we probably were friends with benefits. Maybe this was my chance. If I make Taylor jealous, maybe she would feel like she have to fight for me. Well that’s a great idea.

“Okey thanks, but no I have Aarika now.” I texted back to Ellie. I wanted her to ask, but if Taylor actually was together with Joe, she would understand that I still love her and would probably just think it was sad, that I couldn’t get over her, so my plan have to work.

I decided to call Aarika and some of my boys, to ask if they wanted to come over and if Aarika and I were snapped in a picture together, or if she just were seen in my house, I knew Taylor would be jealous, or that will say if she still have feelings for me.

*Taylor’s pov*

I took one plane and Joe another, but we met up on the airport in Rhode Island. I hugged him and said “Thanks for coming”. He smiled and then answered “well, the pleasure is mine”. We walked over to my driver. On the drive to my RI house we talked about everything between heaven and earth. Including Adam’s new album, and especially Faking It. Joe thought it was as clear as I, the song was about me.

I just needed to hear it from people, to don’t feel crazy. He said he loved me, but then stared at another girls boobs. Other people would probably just say “yeah, he’s a dj. That’s why!” But Adam was nothing like that when we were together, and that’s what make me so unsure about it all. I mean, I recorded some beautiful love songs about me and Adam and our relationship, I wrote the songs when we were together, so of course they are happy. Maybe this was just one of those songs. But would he really write it from a watching back perspective and answer some of the things from my songs I’ve given out about him?

When we got to my house I gave Joe a house tour and showed him his room. It was pretty close to mine, just in case he would get lost or something like that (It’s a big house 😂).

I gave him some time to pack up, and when he did that I decided to make us some tea and looked after the cookies I baked yesterday that I had in my suitcase. The best thing with having a lot of houses is probably that you don’t have to bring too much. Because I have clothes, games and my typical 4th of July things there already. So I only had to bring the most important things and of course something nice to eat on the flight and after landing, that will say, before I have time to cook or bake something.

Joe came down just when the tea was ready. So we walked outside and sat behind my house, not to make it too obvious and not showing too much. Maybe some fans would see us and take a picture, but we didn’t mind. It would just be wonderful for my plan.

After we had drinking the tea and when the cookies were in our stomachs instead of the plate we decided to watch a movie and then he decided to go to bed, he was really tired because of the time difference.

When I had some time over I went up to my bedroom, and took up my phone from the suitcase. I had a new text from Abi, also a new picture. I opened it up. It was a picture that one of Adam’s friends had posted on his private Snapchat of Adam, Aarika and two other guys playing billiard. He stood behind her, holding his arms around her body to show her how to do it “the right way”. He used to do that with me too. I was usually the one who won our games, but I liked it because I felt so close to him. Our friends always said something like “ohh you two, get a room” when he did it in front of people. Because it was just so much chemistry and maybe some sexual attention too. I missed that. But now she was the one who stood in front of him and not me. It made me sad, but at the same time angry. Why did he do this? He didn’t even look into the camera, so he probably didn’t even knew the picture was taken. He was probably just in love with her, but he can’t be. Because he should be in love with me!

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop - Thursday Evening

Read parts 1-4 here.

Gemma was embarrassed. Cheeks red, skin flushed; luckily there was no around to witness it. After arriving for her 5:00PM shift after a long day of summer courses at uni, she was not in the mood to be teased. After setting her personal belongings in the staff room, her focus found a message intended for her on the bulletin board: GEMMA! Lover boy left this. I think you should go ahead and suck his dick babe. 

The foul language didn’t bother her. What bothered her was that she was sure every single co-worker had seen it, possibly her boss. She cringed and grabbed the envelope tacked to the board. Inside possessed a post-it note. The envelope was intended for privacy. Can’t make it today. Text me when you get this, the note read. Gemma smiled and her skin flushed more but this time for a different reason.

Gemma was borderline obsessed with Niall, not in a creepy way though. She desired his attention and longed for his presence. She rationalized her feelings on the basis that millions of girls feel this way towards the pop-star. The only difference was that she developed these feelings at a coffee shop.

She wasn’t afraid to text a lad first, so she did immediately–not caring if she got in trouble for being on her phone. There were hardly ever any customers during the evening shift, and the other barista was probably bored. If she was needed, then she would ditch the phone, but for now, she typed a text: Hi, Niall. I got your note :) -Gemma. It only took three minutes for the Irish lad to respond, causing Gemma to practically squeal. “How pathetic”, she muttered after.

I think u got the wrong number.. I left a message for Emma.

Oh sorry I thought this was Neil

:)

Did you have something that you needed to ask? about saturday?

Nope. I’m rly excited. I was just disappointed i couldn’t see you today. I’ll be there tomorrow morning for sure though. 7:00AM 

I thought you hated mornings

but I don’t hate you

:)

quite the opposite actually x





A/N: Only Friday AM, Friday PM Saturday AM, Saturday PM chapters left of this mini-series. The most challenging part about writing this is that I want it to be quite literally falling in love at a coffee shop. I want almost all the scenes to take place at the shop. Thats why some parts are significantly longer than other. Each part is a scene in time. Thx for reading

PS: SEND NIALL FICS IM DESPERATE 

Where The Heart Is

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Where The Heart Is

You giggled going through your usual morning routine with Jay. You were in the middle of washing off your face mask while he shaved. He grinned looking over at you, before playfully wiping some of his shaving cream on your cheek.

“Jay!”

He laughed wrapping his arm around you and pecking your cheek, getting even more of the cream on your face.

Your mornings were always liked that. Filled with lots of laughs and smiles and you wouldn’t change a thing.

You made your way around his apartment, grabbing your clothes and putting them in your bag. Every time you put something in he took it out, watching you with a pout. You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Will you stop that. I gotta go soon.”

“Why do you have to go home anyways?” he pulled you on to his lap.

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Behind the Scenes 2 (13/16)

Author’s note: Again, because of school, I wont be post the next part till Wednesday. But wow! BTS 2 is almost over!!! I cant believe it! I am still working on BTS 3, so I have no idea how soon I can get it out after this one ends. (Yes, there is still more! How could I not write about a tour?!? C’mon!) I hope you guys like this part and sorry for any errors.

Genre: Fluff/angst? (Suga)

Summary: All you wanted was someone to talk to.

Word count: 1760

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.


Jimin really did keep by his word. He completely stopped telling you mean things or saying mean things about you. Over the past few days he hadn’t even spoken to you, he just gave you your space. However, after about a week or so, he would try to make small talk with you, but you always shot him down.

You wished you had been able to talk to Suga or Jhope about what happened, but they were always busy doing something else. They were either staying behind at the studio to practice or record or they were drunk or high. In the rare moments that you did have time to talk to them, their attention was on their phones because they were texting Aiko or Mei-hui, so they didn’t pay too much attention to you. It been a while since they last snuck into your room to talk to you, so you eventually gave up your hopes of them visiting you.

You felt really alone not talking to them as much. You really just wanted someone to talk to. You tried talking to V and it was fun to converse with him, but you never felt comfortable enough as you did with Suga or Jhope. Not to mention that he too was sometimes busy texting his girl, Lailani. Jungkook was another option, but the two of you weren’t really close in general. The only time you interacted with him was when you both were pretending.

It was a rather bad day for the members. It was partially due to what happened the night before. The last night, Rap monster came back extra late from one of his deals. This morning, he woke up late and made everyone late for practice. He and the manager were arguing in the van as he drove you all to the practice room because he made the manager late for the deals.

For reasons not dealing with Rap monster, Jimin and Jhope were on edge with each other because they were disagreeing on the choreo. Suga was too hungover to pay attention and kept messing up and was just dancing horribly most of the time, even hurting his ankle at one point. Overall, everyone got pissed over something and practice was cut short.

Back at the dorm, the guys left their mess after eating, making things take longer to clean. After a few hours, you finally finished, but once again, you didn’t feel like going to your room. You were still trying to avoid Jimin. He was still in the process of making up for being an asshole to you and hadn’t given up on trying to talk to you. Whenever you were in the room with him you couldn’t help but feel weird, because you could sense his apprehension when he was trying to think of a topic to bring up.

You made sure the coast was clear and you quietly ran into Suga’s room. You didn’t even knock; you didn’t want to risk anyone hearing you.

“Hey! You’re here!” he smiled. From the mess of bottles in his room he was obviously drunk already. He was laying in the edge of his bed still in his clothes from practice. Unlike his usual drunk state, he was very happy at the moment.

“How are you feeling?” you asked. “Does your ankle feel better?”

“Ha! You sound *hiccup* different!”

You were a bit taken aback by his current personality, but you let it go and took a seat at his desk chair.

“Why are-  you over there? Come- come over here!” He patted the on the space between him and the wall.

“I’m good.”

“Pleeeeeeease! *hiccup*”

You got up and made your way to the side of his bed. “Move your leg so I can get on.”

“But my leg still hurts.” He pouted. “Just climb over.”

“Fine.” You laughed. You had successfully swung one leg over him and you were in the middle of pulling yourself to the other side when you felt his hands grab you and pull you down, making you straddle him. “Yoongi, what are you doing? Let me move.” You tried to swing your dangling leg over him to lay down, but he pulled you down again.

He giggled at you. “You’re better here.” He smiled.

It had been a while since you had seen his gummy smile and you couldn’t help but smile yourself. “Yoongi, seriously, let me move.” You tried again.

“No- seriously!” He slurred. “Stay here… How- how are you?” he asked. He giggled a bit for no reason.

“I am freaked out by the way you are acting right now!” you laughed. You were still straddling him and it was weird, you felt like you were crossing some type of line or something. You didn’t actually feel uncomfortable, but the idea of what you were doing was weird.

“How are you?” he repeated.

“I should be asking you that!” He was so giggly, it just wasn’t like him, especially with the type of day he had. “Why do you keep laughing?” you asked

He didn’t answer, he just kept giggling.

With no way to get off of him, you just stayed put. “Anyway… I need to tell you what happened! Wait, are you going to remember this tomorrow? You’re really drunk.”

“How- how could I *hiccup* not remember you!” he smiled, patting your thigh.

For some reason, you couldn’t help but blush at his drunk comment. You hadn’t even spoken yet and he started giggling again. His vibe was infectious and you giggled at his cuteness.

“Like I was saying! Something happened the other day. Why didn’t you ever tell me that Jimin-“. You stopped talking when you noticed that his hands were moving up and down your thighs. “Yoongi, what are you doing?” you didn’t stop him though.

The look on his face changed as his hands ran up your hips and to your waist. “I’ve missed you.” he smiled. “We don’t talk… maybe cuz I’m like… so busy and shit.” His hands slowly ran up your arms. His fingers gripped around then and he pulled you down so that your chest was on top of his.

The alcohol on his breath was distinctive. “Yoongi… what are you doing?”

He smiled at you again “Ha! Something I’ve- I have- been wanting to do for, like… a loooong time…” He pulled you more so that your lips finally touched his.

His lips were soft and inviting and you didn’t want to pull away. You didn’t mind the layer of alcohol surrounding him or the sloppiness of his drunken kisses. You could feel yourself melt in his arms. You gripped on to him and tried to stay as close to him as possible. The whole experience of it all was a bit of an awakening. You got hit by a tide of feelings you forgot you could have.

The comforting kisses almost ended with Suga’s reoccurring giggles, but he continued to kiss you anyway. His hands slipped back to your waist and gripped around you. He seemed to have no intentions of letting you go.

You wished the kiss could have lasted forever, but it was his second round of drunken giggles that made him pull away from you.

You pulled away to give yourself a chance to breathe. You couldn’t believe what just happened. You looked down as him and his gummy smile was as big as ever. His hands pulled you down once again, you hid your face in the pillow under his head, but you couldn’t stop smiling either.

“Finally.” He said with his smile still on his face.

You moved to take a look at him. “Yoongi-“

“Sssshhhhh…” He tried to place a finger on your lips, but missed and bopped your nose instead. “Just don’t tell y/n or the rest of the guys…” he said pulling you back to his lips.

At his words, you pulled away immediately. “What do you mean don’t tell y/n?!?” You felt your insides being torn apart. “Who do you think I am?”

“You’re Aiko silly!” he tried to pull you down for another kiss, but you pulled away and jumped off of him.

You ran out of his room and straight to yours. You slammed the door behind you and dove into your mattress. “I can’t believe he thought I was Aiko!… I thought that kiss was real…” you thought. You slowly ran your fingers over your lips, remembering how his felt.

“Y/n are you okay?” Jimin asked from his bed, a bit in shock over your sudden entrance.

You weren’t even paying attention to him. Instead you thought about your feelings for Suga. “It doesn’t make sense. It was just a kiss… So why does it hurt so bad?” you thought.

You stared at the stuffed panda that was next to your pillow. Since the day he gave it to you, you slept with it every night. You didn’t realize how much you loved that panda until now. You didn’t realize why you felt so comfortable with him until now. With all the shit you’ve been through you never bothered to deal with feelings about him.

“Y/n?” Jimin asked again getting off his bed.

You thought back through all your moments with Suga and it all made sense. You liked Suga, you really, really, really liked him. Just as quickly as you came to that realization, rejection hit you like a truck. He didn’t kiss you because he had the same feelings, he did it because he thought you were Aiko.

“Are you okay?” Jimin was already crouching by your mattress. “Were you with Yoongi or Hoseok? What happened?” he looked at you with concern.

“Why the fuck do you care?!?” you shouted. All you wanted to do was process your emotions and Jimin wouldn’t stop being such a pest.  “Why don’t you ever just leave me alone?!? You always try to talk to me, but I don’t want to fucking talk to you! Can’t you get that through your head? If you want to talk so bad, why don’t you talk to the manager? He seems to really enjoy your company!”

Jimin’s face fell. “Don’t worry… I’ll leave you alone…” he said softly.

“Shit.” You knew you crossed the line. What you said was a low blow and you couldn’t help but feel instantly regretful.  “Jimin… I’m-“

“No, I get it.” He made his way to his bed and hid under his covers.

“Jimin, I didn’t mean-“

“Just stop talking.” He said softly.

About my recovery, 6 years later, and the significance of Gerard’s birthday

(If anyone happens to click on this read more link expecting a list of reasons why Gerard Way is awesome, or to find out that the rumors are true and I really am a lizard, I’m sorry. no. We all know he is awesome. sorry, I’m also not a lizard. but seriously, if you’re not interested, or you’re triggered by reading about mental illness, it’s probably best if you don’t click)

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Heartbreak Girl :: BLOG - Luke Hemmings [fluff]

Requested - yes

A/N: I see this loads but thought I could maybe put my own spin on it, idk man, this could be shit

LUKE’S POV

Word Count - 711

I sit down at my computer and allow my hands to hover above the keys. I’ve always heard that writing about feelings can clear your head and really I’m hoping that it’s help me get rid of them entirely. The idea of keeping a diary made me feel slightly sick for some reason and the word journal makes me feel like a wanna-be hipster so naturally a blog is where my mind goes next, and it’s all because of her, so I start typing~

September 18th

This… is the Heartbreak Girl Blog.
And that.. was the cheesiest line I’ve ever written.
The basic principal of this is to get over a girl, I’ve loved her for longer than I can remember, and when I think about her my heart does backflips and then punches itself repeatedly. She’s had this affect on me since I was at least 13 and I’ve watched her go through heartache after heartache, guy after guy, and I don’t feel like anyone knows how that feels for me, she is my heartbreak girl, and I don’t know what to do about it.

So simple, and so to the point, also so cheesy, but it works, for a few moments I feel at ease and then she calls.

“Luke,” I answer the phone and instantly I know what’s wrong from the tone of her voice.

“Is it Jay?” I ask and she sniffles a yes. “I know you don’t like it when I say stuff like this and you’re yet to take me up on this offer but can I kill him, or at the very least punch him in the face?”

“No,” she chuckles which makes my heart flutter.

She pours her heart out over the phone for so long that her words blur into just one stream of her voice that makes me so happy.

“Alright well I gotta go,” I finally hear her say. “I’ll call you tomorrow at 10″

“Alright, goodbye,” I smile and she hangs up.

Maybe this’ll be the time that we actually end up together, maybe I’ll finally get up the guts. But later that night I get a text, they’re back together.

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Months pass and I make no progress with her, she goes through 5 boys in that time, each as much of a dick as the last. I’m constantly repeating the same reassurance to her and I’m surprised she’s not noticed. I have to hold my tongue to refrain from screaming out every time a guy hurts her. She’s got some attraction to complete jerks and I can’t help it.

I do however post a blog entry a week and grow a community on the Heartbreak girl blog that are always there for me but that doesn’t help in every day life. She has her heart broken once more; I write a post

January 30th

I son’t know whether to be happy or concerned about this milestone but the Heartbreak Girl blog has just reached 100,000 followers, and after only 4 months. The fact that I still continue to have emotion crippling love for her is sad but the fact that I now have a near constant network of support is reassuring.

She recently broke up with another guy and I don’t even know who it was, at this point I’ve stopped caring, as much as I love her she’s like a broken record some days, it’s just guy after guy after guy and you know the rest. At any moment I could get a phonecall with her either in tears or overjoyed that she’s found a guy to inevitably fall in love with and be heartbroken by.

I do have to keep in mind that someday she might find a genuinely nice guy that won’t break her heart and they’ll end up actually in love, I may also have to accept that that guy will probably not be me.

As soon as I post it I get the usual comments, the sympathy, the ‘we love yous’ and recently the marriage proposals, but then I get one that catches my eye for some reason;

unbelievablyanon commented;

Get over her, she’s clearly not worth your time, she’s just as much your heartbreak girl as you are a heartbreak boy.

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A/N: That took a weird turn and that is also not the plotline the request was going for but I just loved the idea of blogger Luke

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D: I need to stop doing this to myself. I get ready for bed and then I’m hit with inspiration. I need to get back up and write it or lose it. And I’d rather drag myself out of bed than let a good idea slip away. OTL But still, I had just gotten comfy ; 3; *laugh* So I was listening to the preview to a certain album and ended up buying this track ; 3; So good. And a bit of the song was my Anthem of sorts for this scenario. I’m sticking the lyrics in the starting bit right below this. This scenario is kind of long at almost 8MSWord pages but I figure better to post it all at once. *laugh* A lot of my longer pieces tend to get passed up so I figure it’s less chance for me to embarrass myself with my wild imagination. Still, if you read this and enjoy it that would make me happy~<3 So with all of that said: Enjoy? And now that it’s 12AM I’ll go to sleep = U =)b Hahaha!

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If you could be me,
If I could be you
For just one day, if you could feel it
Your heart, My heart…

If I could love you,
And if you could love me
For just one day, if we could be together
Then without regrets,
I could let you go

You could see them from your vantage point. She reached out a hand to his face and let them run down his cheek. It made your blood run cold.

How many times had you longed to be in her shoes?

Too many.

Many too many times. Over and over.

It was easy to imagine you were her though. You could see you going on dates with him, holding his hand, pressing your lips to his. Sometimes the images were too much. Even for you.

You watched them part; he had a grin on his face, she wore a smile.

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