i wanted to include the hand but i didn't know if it's him

Note: this is a continuation of a post // extremely long

101 reasons why Jikook/Kookmin is my ultimate OTP
or 101 times Jikook made my heart flutter (Part 2)


51) A jikook compilation wouldn’t be a compilation without THE back hugs.

Hands on waist…

Chin on shoulder…

52) Not long after Jimin tweeted a pic of ramen, Jungkook indirectly replied to him by posting FOUR selcas of him along with a message telling him his ramen looked bland. idk about you but i found this interaction cute.

53) The artistic couple.The muscle pig and manggaetteok drawings that were featured in Snow App. They even drew the chicken drawings on the menu at Isac. I can imagine them sitting and drawing random things together. ㅠㅠ 

54) Jimin posted not one but three videos on Jungkook’s birthday, which means he wished Jungkook three times on SNS and made my head spin thrice.

55) Jimin and Jungkook took photos of each other sleeping.

56) When Jungkook thought there was no camera around when they were rounding the corner so he went up to Jimin and slid his hand around his waist. Little did he know they got caught on camera. I’d like to thank Yoongi’s vj for this awesome footage.

57) The many times Jimin has summoned Jungkook for Armys. In simpler words, Jungkook always tweets something after Jimin, and we all know how seldom he appears on Twitter.

58) “hyung has cute toes” Okay but like who lingers around his friend’s photo shoot and randomly blurts out that he has cute..toes????

59) The look! Jungkook’s expression when he’s feeding Jimin earns him a spot on this list haha. Tbh They’re kinda like eyefucking eo when jimin’s being fed. look at Jimin’s eyes. Apart from that I like how Jungkook fed him.

60) Their interactions the whole ISAC. Masterlist 👣

61)  How can I miss this? Jikook in Japan..this one has a special place in my heart. Back in 2016, it had been just a casual discussion between me and my friends on kakao. Never thought jikook would continue displaying PDA every single time they go to Japan. What’s more when they have very strict no-camera policy during concerts.

62) The amount of heart eyes they shoot at each other.

63) When they had a dinner date in the dorm to promote Mala Hot Chicken. What baffled me was that Jungkook mentioned beforehand he wanted to sleep but he still accompanied Jimin. I’m soft.

64) Jimin has made it very apparent, truly obvious that he likes jungkook. Whether it’s liking him as a dongsaeng, or just someone he’s extremely comfortable with, Jimin always, without failing, reminds us who he dotes on. “Why do I like you so much?” Lately, I’ve been crazy because I like Jungkook so much. I think of this as a start of something beautiful, and I am so glad Jimin didn’t even hesitate in expressing his feelings towards the maknae. I think this might have helped jungkook unwind. Look at jungkook now. That’s some character development right there :)

65) Massage. Quoted line from AHL mentor, Tony Jones “They are very touchy feely and to them, it’s nothing. I’d walk into the room and Suga’s massaging V’s neck or Jimin’s giving Jungkook an intimate back massage..”

66) When Jungkook bent down so he would get closer to Jimin and put the rein-kook headband on Jimin’s head. They’re separated a lot of times during fansigns but somehow they managed to get tgt at the end.

67) When Jungkook blows a kiss, then turns to Jimin whose lips are puckered and does the same to him, using the same fingers he used earlier. Okay I’ve been meaning to say this. Realistically speaking, if you pucker your lips and you put your fingers on them, wouldn’t your saliva stick to your fingers? I’m not trying to imply anything here, just genuinely asking haha.
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68) When a webtoon artist gave Jimin two dolls, but Jimin decided to give one to Jungkook. She even posted a webtoon of them. To be honest who wouldn’t?

69) *screams to the people in the back* ALL-NIGHTER FRIENDS!!! As written by the man himself, “ALL the time, it’s just the two of us doing something at night. I don’t know what we do”

70) Jungkook scribbling hearts all over Jimin’s birthday drawing. He’s one whipped man.

71) Just other instances Jungkook and Jimin flirting on stage. 

//gif above isn’t mine//

72) When Jimin and Jungkook chose each other when asked “if you were a girl, who would you date?”

73) The shocking fact that Jungkook demanded an apartment from Jimin as a graduation gift. Like, apartment? of all things? What kind of domesticity is this?

74) The way Jungkook takes care of Jimin even though he’s the younger one, and how Jimin is there when he’s the one seeking comfort.

75) I will never forget the Gayo Back hug, ever. I’ve mentioned back hug somewhere above, but this is different.This deserves a point of its own.

76) When Jimin took off one of his rings at the airport and gave it to jungkook.

77) When Jungkook stopped in front of Jimin during his part in For You at Osaka concert, and kind of directed the lyrics for Jimin. Jimin just couldn’t stop smiling afterward :(((
The lyrics are:
It smells like you
The road that I walk on
I plug my earphone to my status
My true feelings lie beyond there

78) When Jimin and Jungkook steered away from the bunch and instead opted for some alone on the cruise. people say you smile the brightest when you’re with someone you love, yes?

79) The fact that Jimin wanted to become napa cabbage after seeing Kook dressed up as a bunny, so he could eat him, albeit choosing to be cheese initially. What even is that statement lol 👣 

80) The morph of their dynamic. I kind of miss their old moments, when Jimin was bolder, more carefree, and Jungkook seemed to be too shy to reciprocate. (on camera). Now they have matured. They have grown up well. A wave of nostalgia sweeps over me. The transition of their relationship is extremely beautiful.

81) When Jimin became Jungkook’s makeup artist for a day, hovering around the set, even drawing a pic of a bird that’s used as a prop later.

82) their size difference might be exaggerated at times, but you really can’t deny that it is cute, even if it’s not much.

83) When Jungkook changed the lyrics in Spring Day to Jimin.                      
Like a small piece // Of Jimin // That floats in the air 

84) When Jungkook showed to the world what a sweet boyfriend he is,making jimin laugh, sitting him on his lap, hugging him on his birthday. Sweet sweet jungkookie.

85) Let’s state the obvious- 21CG choreos!!! i love how they evolved, just like their remarkable, legendary nmd lift.

86) Their sensual dance covers.

87) When Jungkook guides and encourages Jimin during games/missions.

88) The many times Jimin has been spotted wearing Jungkook’s clothes, despite the well-known fact that Jungkook doesn’t share clothes. Newsflash: Jungkook wears Jimin’s too!

89) We know Jungkook knows Jimin like the back of his hand, but that doesn’t mean that Jimin knows any less. I think they spend time together way too much.👣

90) How often the word “JIMIN” trips off Jungkook’s tongue- this what fascinates me the most. At one time he even mistook Jin for Jimin.

91) Jimin’s eagerness to kiss Jungkook for his Coming of Age, being the first one to hold out a hand for a game of Rock Paper Scissors. Bon Voyage season 1

92) When Jimin waited over an hour for Kook to finish filming BTS Flower Boy mini drama, even though he’d finished his part. Jimin couldn’t even stay mad at him for not telling, like how fond is he?

93) The fact that Jungkook is more than comfortable speaking in banmal with Jimin.He once said in Idol Party that he prefers talking in jeondaetmal (polite language) with his hyungs but look at the amount of times he’s dropped the honorific and called Jimin by his name. uhm, let’s talk about treating the other as equals?

94) Jimin and Jungkook, the human embodiment of Piske Usagi.

95) When Jungkook’s bro drew Jungkook as Muzi and Jimin as Con, the inseparable duo on Kakao. Bro knows. 👣

96) In Kkul FM 2016, When Jungkook and Jimin nearly intertwined their fingers . Scoffs bh seemed to think it’s okay to abruptly cut off their scene. What intrigues me most is that they weren’t even looking but their hands still somehow managed to find their way around. Also other instances they hold hands. I love how Jungkook’s slightly bigger hands envelop Jimin’s smaller ones. *Jimin’s pinky tho!*

97) How they’re destined to meet. The fact that they’re both from Busan, have matching moles, Jungkook’s bro named Junghyun and Jimin’s bro named Jihyun..imagine what would’ve happened had Jimin not been the last one to enter Bangtan.

98) When Jimin said he’d be looking at the ocean with Jungkook but Jungkook straight up rejected him and chose to go on a trip with his bro instead. It was quite a strong statement but a moment later Jungkook proved it wrong by reaching out and squeezing Jimin’s hand underneath the table, kinda like a reassurance that it’s all part of a joke. He cares. He truly does.

99) During Jin’s birthday prank at MAMA, these two couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The moment they entered the bathroom, they almost shut everything out-talking to themselves, picking on the cake- until the members gave them the signal to stop w/e they’re doing. Months later Mama kindly revealed another footage, this time consisting of just them, in the bathroom, jungkook right in the middle of buttoning up his jacket, wearing nothing underneath. How was I supposed to sit still?

100) When Jungkook and Jimin take skinship to a whole new level, or simply put, the times Jikook makes us question the real intention behind their acts and excessive skinship.

101) Last but not least, Perhaps my all time favorite moment- When Jungkook was caught observing Jimin’s every move, literally had his eyes only on him.

(Mark 1:17 onward)

I super love this video bc the song chosen matched so well with the situation- like they wanted to reach out but couldn’t so they stayed put, could only observe the other from far…

and that’s it!
thank you, you made it to the bottom of this post! In short, everything about jikook makes me feel content. I had thought of doing more  but despite my brain literally screaming at me “Include this! You forgot this!”, I had to stick to 101. Anyway, I hope this mends your longing hearts. Have a lovely day! Thank you for reading!

Bonus because I have to:

when the members revealed on BTS KKul FM 2017 that Jungkook bought a birthday present only for Jimin. Am I your favorite hyung?

When Jungkook, the youngest in the group, called Jimin who is 2 years older than him a baby. 애기야가자 !

there have been so many amazing fics posted this year, i couldn’t possibly include them all (or read them all), but these are 25 of my personal favorites that i have read! i’m really looking forward to reading the ones i have yet to get to from this year and all the wonderful fics that will be posted in 2018! :) happy reading everyone!

Go Nowhere Tonight by objectlesson (12k)

As always, the easy nonchalance with which he treats the rumors hurts, stabs Harry in the gut, twists the knife. Because it is hard for Harry; it’s hard to know people think they should be or are together because he wants that. Wants it so fucking badly, and it would be one thing if he could just silently quarantine that part of himself and pine secretly, but instead he’s faced with fictionalized accounts of his and Louis’s nonexistent love life and photoshopped pictures of them being coupley every time he’s on the internet. It is hard, and the fact that it supposedly isn’t for Louis functions as proof that it’s unrequited. “It’s gonna be a rude awakening for them,” he starts, gazing into his empty glass, “when we eventually come out but are dating other people. No one likes being half-right.”

Or, the aftermath of a very tense dinner party.

That’s How I Know by allwaswell16 (17k)

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

we’ve got to get away from here by suspendrs (23k)

“It is my understanding that you are the most comprehensive member of this agency in the field of extraterrestrial life, is that right?” the agent asks. He’s trying to sound calm, but Louis can tell he’s shaken as well.

“Um, I guess so,” Louis says, glancing over at the man in the blanket again.

Suddenly, Louis’s blood runs cold. There’s something off about the man, something in his gaze, something Louis can’t put his finger on. It’s terribly unsettling, but excitement bubbles in his gut.

Or, Louis is an FBI agent who likes to think himself a paranormal expert, and Harry is the alien that somehow ended up in his office.

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by sincewewereeighteen (26k)

“Another car has stopped at the beginning of the carpet. People are going to collapse any time soon, and Louis knows why.

Harry Styles has just arrived. And Louis. Well. Louis is a grown man. He curses himself a hundred times for even letting his heart race in his chest. He knew they were bound to meet tonight.
What the hell is wrong with him?”

Or: the one in which Harry’s having his big movie debut and Louis sings on its soundtrack.

rivers ‘til i reach you by embodied (29k)

Louis can’t begin to understand how he’s always this close and still can’t manage to make Harry his. He stands up and gets another beer.

AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn’t be complicated (spoiler: it is).

Swallow My Words by YesIsAWorld (32k)

Senior year is stressful. On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry’s lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he’s not sure where he’s going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.

Love is the Right Place by chelseafrew (33k)

They met when they were seven and five. Louis was a new kid in a new town and Harry was a blind kid in need of a friend. They hit it off immediately, each of them exactly what the other needed. Over the years, friendship turns to more. Just as their romance blossoms, however, Louis gets an offer which promises fame and fortune far from home. Will they be pulled apart or will their love survive?

Life Was a Song, You Came Along by rainbowninja167 (37k)

It’s embarrassing how long it takes Louis to recognize his own song. Niall had sung it as a bright, hopeful love song, and that’s honestly how Louis had always assumed it should sound. But this new voice, slow and rough, stripped of any backing instrument, has infused the lyrics with just the tumultuous mix of fear and defiance that Louis can remember so clearly from the night he wrote them.

It’s not a comfortable thing, to feel like someone is singing all your secrets back to you.

Louis is a songwriter trapped in a lie that could ruin his best friend’s career. Harry owns a record store, distrusts everyone in the music industry on principle, but loves Niall Horan’s newest album. A modern retelling of Singin’ in the Rain.

Looking Through You by allwaswell16 (41k)

Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.

Be with me so happily by BriaMaria (42k)

Harry Styles may have had his doubts at first, but by the time the gates to the elephant sanctuary came into view he was one hundred percent positive. Louis Tomlinson hated his guts. Like hated, hated. Like loathed-him-on-sight hated.

From what Harry could tell, he hadn’t even done anything close to insulting enough to warrant the disdain that was Louis Tomlinson’s default expression whenever he looked at Harry. It really wasn’t fair. Especially since he’d been lusting after the man from the second he’d laid eyes on that pretty, pretty face with those pretty, pretty eyes.

Or … the one where Harry Styles has a bad reputation and a heart of gold, and Louis Tomlinson wishes he wasn’t so enchanted by boys who looked like Disney characters and wore shirts with bumble bees on them.

[aka Louis is the director of the Styles Elephant Sanctuary and really doesn’t want to babysit his funder’s spoiled lay-about son for two months]

tangled up in you by missandrogyny (45k)

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn’t want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”


Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

The Little Things That Keep Us Going by panda_bear21 (46k)

Harry wakes up in the hospital, unable to remember his children’s first steps, their hugs, their stories. Or the soft way their babysitter always used to smile and laugh with him.He knows he’s not recalling something important, a lot of things that are important. But he wants to know what they are so incredibly badly… wants to know why his heart is set ablaze, warm and fluttering, every time Louis looks at him.

Love’s Truest Language by summerwine (48k)

The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.

“Where’s your order forms, then?”

“I don’t want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.

Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”

We’ll Be Seamless by dinosaursmate (52k)

Green reblogged an old photo of himself. It was from back in October, a Halloween special. A pulse shot all the way through Louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it.

Green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. He was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. His back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, Green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks.

Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.

Here, There, and Everywhere by harioandlouigi (54k)

Louis was in a rut. He was still living in the same small Texas town he’d hated all his life, he was about to graduate with a degree he’d never been interested in, and he was hooking up with a guy he didn’t even like just because it was probably his only chance to be with another man.

And then someone else’s overindulgences triggered a series of events that lead to where Louis is now, touring the world as a roadie for Harry Styles.

I Walk the Line by Awriterwrites (55k)

Professor Louis Tomlinson is the leading researcher in his field. Harry Styles is Louis’ recently hired grad assistant. Sparks fly between them but something doesn’t add up when it comes to Harry, and Louis is determined to find out what.

What happens when everything Louis thought he knew comes crashing down around him? Is he doomed to repeat his past mistakes? Or will he learn to follow his heart and find a way to forge his own path, alongside someone he’s not sure he can trust, but who might just be the best thing to ever happen to him.

Never Let Me Go by loveisalaserquest17 (55k)

“Harry! I’ll tell you what,” Louis exclaims, clapping his hands together. There’s a big grin on his face. “If both of us are still single by your thirtieth birthday, we’ll marry each other.”

Harry’s head snaps up, eyes widening. “What?”

Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn’t be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they’re both still single. Now, one month before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? | Loosely inspired by The 10 Year Plan

Falling For Me Won’t Be A Mistake by Rearviewdreamer (58k)

Harry is married to his job and so overworked that he doesn’t know how to stop. All it takes is a forced Hawaiian get-a-away, the warm tropical breeze of the island, and the most beautiful, elusive man he’s ever seen to make him remember what living is like outside of work. Well, that, and the little souvenir he accidentally takes home with him.

Don’t Want Shelter by FullOnLarrie (76k)

Louis and Harry have known each other all their lives. Friends as children, they danced around each other as teenagers, and have spent the last twenty-five years either screaming at each other or not speaking at all. Except for that one time ten years ago…When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families’ old vacation home that they begrudgingly co-own.During the storm, and in the months after, they’re both forced to reevaluate their history and what they mean to each other.

Perfect Storm by cherrystreet (80k)

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

through struggles, to the stars by thedeathchamber (80k)

Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what’s right.

A Star Trek-inspired AU.

Pour Your Heart Out by hrrytomlinson (92k)

Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to.

Resist Everything Except Temptation by domesticharry (100k)

The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis’ palms as the rhythmic sound halted in front of him.

“Captain,” Malik greeted.

Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik’s boots shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis’ neck as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting his gut as the silence became tangible.

There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis’ distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The sword lifted and took Louis’ chin with it.

Standing in front of Louis was Captain Styles.

Or the one where Louis is the commodore’s son who is forced to become a part of Harry’s crew when he is captured.

got the sunshine on my shoulders by hattalove (124k)

five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.

now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

Your Mess Is Mine by amory (176k)

Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.

They fall in love.

terribledactyl  asked:

Uncle ben was trans too but peter didn't find out until after he died

when peter was a kid he would ask ben what the scars under his pectorals were from, and ben would always laugh and say “i just had to get something off my chest” while may rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder. and when he saw ben injecting some medicine into his thigh one night, ben just said it was to keep him nice and healthy, while may told peter to never play with ben’s syringes now that he knew where they were stored. ben still hid them anyway, even though he trusted peter not to play with them.

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Scott McCall Imagine- Alpha Affliction

“I could have killed you” you heard from across the school. “But you didn’t- not like you could anyway” you scoffed. “For once, could you just admit that you screwed up?” he sighed. “For once, could you just except that you’ve been beaten?” you returned. “Who the hell are you talking to Y/L/N?” coach asked, breaking you out of your werewolf hearing. “Christ, no need to shout” you whined, holding your head due to how loud he sounded. “Language! Don’t make me give you detention on a Monday morning” he yelled, already walking off to go and scold Greenburg, for something petty most likely. You opened your locker door and grabbed your books, you smirked into it after sensing someone familiar. You slammed it shut and the person standing behind it barely waited a second before beginning to grill you. “What on earth were you thinking? I’ll tell you what, you wasn't” he lectured. “Stiles, I’ve literally just gone through this with McCall” you rolled your eyes. “We both know he has a soft spot for you, but I’m telling you, stop messing with his head!” he warned, using unneeded hand gestures. “No one got hurt!” you stated. “But they could have” he issued. “But they didn't” you growled, letting your eyes flicker red for a brief second. There may have been a slight run in with yours and Scott’s pack, that turned a bit sour last night, but it turned out alright in the end. “Someone’s going to get hurt if you carry on the way you are with Scott” he told. “Are you threatening me Stilinski?” you asked, smirking with amusement. “No, but I am warning you, the worst thing you could do is break his heart. You know what happened to him in the past, if you’re looking for a weak spot, pick anything but that” he said, before walking off down the hallway. You stood there for a second and dropped your head, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

But things weren’t always like this. You didn’t ask to be an alpha and by no means did you intentionally kill someone for it. You used to be happy, you belonged to your older sister’s pack- a peaceful pack. When the Darach showered up, she needed to get your pack out of the way,  because your sister was too close to revealing Jennifer Blake for what she was. Most of you died, but you managed to survive. You had to stand and watch as the members of the pack you grew up in, screamed in agony at the wolfs bane, that made its way around their bloodstreams. You knelt beside your sister, it was the only time you had seen her cry. You took as much of her pain as you could, but there was no hope. You closed your eyes and allowed your sobs to be muffled by your hand that covered your mouth. “Please- It hurts” she begged. “I cant” you said, shaking your head as tears fell from your cheeks. “Please” she begged once more. You couldn’t watch her struggle for breath, when she had been so powerful in life. The one person you didn’t want to lose- was now begging for you to end her life. You cradled her motionless body in your arms, feeling the pain she felt. “I’m sorry” you whispered, before taking her life in one brisk movement. You screamed and sobbed for hours afterwards, until the remaining pack members had to pry you off of her body. You hated your red eyes, but hated the blue that hid under them even more. You lost you sister- your best friend that day. But you couldn’t grieve forever, with your remaining strength you held the pack together until it grew in size and power. However, what happened that day changed you. Your personality included, you could tell people missed the old you, in fact you did too but some things are unavoidable in life, and this was one of them.

“I’ll see you later” you said to one of your pack members, before you went your separate ways. You checked the time on your phone, it was half nine and you had only just left school. Long story short, you had been on alpha duty all day, trying to prevent your pack from killing Scott’s. You even had to stay and wait for Lacrosse practice to finish, because of a few of them being on the same team as the others. You put your phone in your back pocket and crossed your arms to try and preserve a little more heat because you had a long walk home and only a thin leather jacket on, wolf heat or not it was absolutely freezing out. You walked for about ten minutes until you let out a loud sigh in frustration. “Are you still not done following me Scott?” you shouted, proceeding to walk. All of a sudden you felt someone next to you. “How did you know?” he asked, in both curiously and embarrassment. You simply glowed your eyes red at him, surely he knew you’d be able to smell his scent and hear his heartbeat, considering you’re a werewolf and all. “Oh right” he mumbled as your eyes faded back to their usual colour. “So are you going to tell me why you’re stalking me?” you asked, tilting your head. “I wouldn’t call it stalking” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m pretty sure that’s what the Sheriffs Department would call it, oh wait it doesn’t actually matter, I’m sure your father in law will let you off with it” you said incredibly sarcastically. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stiles is not my overprotective boyfriend!” he raised his voice, meaning it echoed through the empty streets. You stared at him, trying to keep a straight face after hearing him sound like a seven year old boy. It didn’t last long until you both burst out laughing at the same time. “Woah, has the ice queen melted?” he asked, referring to how he’d only ever seen you scoff and smirk bitchily after becoming an alpha. “Not quite” you said shortly, as both of your laughs came to a stop. “No seriously though, why are you following me?” you questioned, killing the somewhat friendly mood in seconds. “And there she is” he mumbled. You simply raised your eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “Stiles thinks you’re up to something and I came to find out what” he accidently told. “Figures it would be him, he hates me” you whined. “Why would you think that?” he asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. You just gave him a blank expression, followed by an eye roll, Stiles made his dislike pretty obvious. “I’m sure if he got to know you more, he’d change his mind” he tried to convince. “I’ve known you all for most of my life; you, Stiles, Lydia and I’ve met you all across the years, Kira, Malia, Liam - Allison” your voice cracked on the final name. “ I mean the new you, you’ve changed and it’s something that needs to be accepted, rather than ignored” he tried to sympathise. “Don’t try to understand Scott, you have no idea what it’s like” you claimed, stopping still. “My first love died in my arms, because I dragged everyone into the supernatural world. I did that, me!” he also stopped and raised his voice, in built up emotion rather than anger. “I had to kill my own sister Scott, it isn’t a competition of who’s life is the shittest!” you matched his volume. “But look at yourself, you’re too busy hating the world for what its done to you, that you didn’t realise, and still don’t realise that all we’ve ever tried to do is help you” he ranted. “I have no one Scott. All I had was her and when she died, she took a part of me, a part I’ll never get back- and no one was truly there for me when I was hurting, I still am hurting.  So forgive me, for not being the optimistic idiot I used to be” you retort. “You pushed us away, we tried to help you but you wouldn’t let us. Look, I’m sorry about your sister and I wished we could of helped you- but you cant carry on like this”  he said, a lot softer. “Carry on like what?” your volume remained loud and aggressive. “You cant carry on being a temperamental physco- like a ticking time-bomb” he regretted saying it, the second he finished speaking. “Watch me” you replied laconically. You proceeded to walk off, before Scott saw the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“I’m going to kill him” you growled, eyes glowing red. “Who?” one of your pack members asked, slightly amused. You weren’t the only one to change that day, your peaceful pack became one of challenge, confrontation and one to be feared. You weren’t psychotic murderers, but by no means were you all innocent. You paced back and forth, In the apartment building that you shared with most of your pack. “Scott McCall” you claimed, through gritted teeth. “Do it” another spoke, biting into an apple. “No one is killing anyone” another stated rationally. “What did he even do?” someone asked. You stopped still for a second and actually thought about it, putting your anger aside. You thought about the past, you remembered everything that had faded from your memory, due to your hatred and hurt clouding your vision. Scott watched one of his closest friends change into a dark and manipulative Alpha. He knew you were just trying to protect and build a pack, but he knew that you were losing yourself along the way. You remember ignoring Stiles’ calls, skipping lunches with Lydia, pretending not to see Allison in the street and you remembered telling Scott that you never wanted to speak to him again. Telling Stiles that you weren’t interested in his dumb plans anymore, telling Lydia that you didn’t care about her pointless guy stories, telling Allison that you needed time for yourself. You did push them away. You were hurting, but you were also hurting them. It was too late to apologise to Allison, to tell her that you needed her, to say goodbye- but it wasn’t too late for the others. “Omg” you mumbled, at your sudden realisation. “What?” one of your member’s asked. “Excuse me” you simply replied, pushing past them and through the front door.

You stretched out your knuckles, as though you were going to knock on the door but then quickly moved your hand away again. You had been pacing back and forth, outside of Scott’s house for about ten minutes. You just didn’t quite know what you were going to say, or why you were even there. You then decided to live by the 5 second life rule, so you quickly knocked on the door and waited nervously for what was next. When you didn’t receive a response, you figured it was late and he may have been asleep or with his Pack. You placed your weight on the door, to focus your hearing on his house, just to check if he was ignoring you. That was when the door swung open and you fell into his house. “Ouch” you mumbled, not expecting it. You looked, expecting to see Scott with a confused expression on his face, when you were met with nothing. Why would Scott, a true alpha leave his door unlocked? You stood up and brushed yourself off, before slowly walking around his house. You figured you might as well wait for him, considering you were already there and all. You reminisced, looking at the house that was once familiar to you. You stood in the doorframe of his kitchen, when you heard a heartbeat approach the front door. They stopped, before hesitantly pushing the door open. You were met by Scott, his eyes glowing red and his fangs retracted. You simply switched the light switch beside you on, and smirked to yourself. “What the hell Y/n?” he asked in surprise, his face returning to normal. “Hey Scotty” you smiled, it was what you used to call him when you were younger. He looked at you hesitantly, not sure if you were plotting your revenge from your altercation earlier. “God Scott, don’t look so on edge” you sighed. He threw his motorbike key on the side of the couch and took his jacket off. “What can I help you with?” he asked, uncertain. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry” you said reluctantly, but honestly. Scott flashed a non-intentional smile- he was smug. Who would have thought that you would have been the one to back down from your stupid feud. “I accept your apology” he simply returned. “What? Just like that?” you asked, not sure as to what the catch was. “Y/n, I’ve always been here for you and I always will. I was just waiting for you to finally realise that” he spoke softly, taking a step closer to you. You stood up, no longer leaning your weight against the doorframe. “I shouldn’t have treated you all like shit, especially not you” you dropped your head. Scott delicately brought your head back up. “It’s okay to be hurt Y/n, but you need your friends. Lydia, Stiles-” he began to list off. “And you” you finished for him, staring into his kind brown eyes. “Yeah-” he simply whispered, and with that he leant down and pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him tightly against you. You were now leaning the back on the doorframe, as he deepened the kiss. You were that lost in the moment, that neither of you heard the front door open. “Finally” Lydia accidently praised out loud, immediately covering her mouth afterwards. You and Scott slowly broke away, smiling at one another. You then both proceeded to turn to look at the full living room, both giving a small laugh of embarrassment. “That was hot” Malia approved. You looked at them all awkwardly, it was the first time you had been together with everyone like this. Malia and Kira were smiling, you didn’t know them that well but you knew you would instantly get along with them. As much as you neglected Lydia, she still stood there with pride and a beaming smile at the thought of her two best friends together. Liam looked more awkward than you, but you could already tell that he was sweet and someone you wanted to protect at all costs. You then glanced to the back of them, seeing Stiles with a straight look on his face. Your smile dropped as he approached the two of you slowly. “We’re having our weekly Pack Pizza Party, would you be interested in joining us?” he asked excitedly, with a genuine smile on his face. You relaxed and returned it, pulling him into a long awaited hug. “Ill take that as a yes” he laughed brightly, issuing to Lydia who was about to call and order them. She didn’t even have to ask for your order, it was as if you had never left them. Your friends then continued to start setting up the movie, drinks, blankets and snacks for you all. You walked over to Scott, with a sweet smile formed on your lips. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him. “I missed this” you breathed. “We missed you” he replied, kissing you on your forehead. Although some of the members had changed, the friendship and love that kept you all together was still the same. You wanted to protect your pack, but it was time to put yourself first for once too. No more fighting, no more rivalry. It was time to focus on the new chapter in your life, which had a much brighter outcome.

anonymous asked:

i love your writing so much i don't think i trust anyone but you and i didn't want to ask and burden you but no one can do minhyun like you so pls-please, if u can could i request a fantasy imagine for minhyun i'll be fine with anything you write as long as you do thank u

here’s an elf!minhyun!! thanks for trusting me to write it ^^

  • you remember meeting minhyun for the first time at the market,,,,,people were selling fresh fruits, homemade jam, carved statues, and other hand crafted pretty trinkets
  • but the most people were gathered around minhyun,,,,,,who was selling the prettiest glass wind chimes you’d ever seen
  • it was the middle of summer, but pulled over his head was a cap - and even with his bangs in his face it was still obvious
  • when he looked up to smile at customers,,,,,,,that he was handsome
  • and not just ‘handsome’ but the kind of handsome you’d assume fairy tale princes were
  • with kind, dark eyes and a perfectly smooth complexion
  • all the people around him where only there to admire his face, people offered to buy his wind chimes - but only if he’d include his number or meet up for dates
  • minhyun,,,,would just smile and tell them he was flattered, but he lived far and so he couldn’t comply
  • you waited, till the crowd dwindled down to go look at the wind chimes
  • they were all pretty, obviously worked on meticulously, and one caught your eye immediately
  • the top was shaped like a butterfly and strings of pretty flower shaped glass beads hung down from it
  • “that one is my favorite too.”
  • you looked up, seeing minhyun standing across from you
  • up close you could make out the faint speckling of freckles over his nose and even though his eyes were a dark, beautiful brown
  • every now and then you could have sworn you could see a flicker of green under the sun
  • “how much?”
  • you asked, admiring the wind chime again. minhyun told you a price and you couldn’t believe it
  • “yo-you’re selling it for that cheap?”
  • with a wink, he went “there might be a discount, just for you.”
  • wrapping it up carefully, minhyun waved as you left the market. for a moment you wondered,,,it might have been your imagination but it had looked for a moment like minhyun’s fingers had been dusted with something,,,,,,shimmery,,,,,,
  • a couple of weeks later you’d found that your wind  chime would ring, even when there was no wind
  • like someone had brushed past it ,,,,,,, which was impossible it was at the top of your window
  • either way, you loved it. it looked so pretty, the glass reflecting the sun
  • and the chimes gave you such a calming feeling
  • one afternoon, you’d heard the chimes and looked out of the window to see if it was getting windy or rainy
  • to your surprise you noticed a fawn, staring at the chime in your backyard
  • quietly, to not scare it, you opened the backdoor and watched as the fawn stood there
  • taking a couple of steps toward it, you noticed that the fawn wasn’t even frightened
  • it just kept looking at the chime till slowly turning around and trotting into the woods
  • out of pure curiosity, you followed along across the moss path in the forest
  • you don’t know how long you followed the fawn for, but at some point you’d come across a clearing
  • in the middle of it, was a circle of white stones and a figure seated in the middle
  • the fawn, coming over to it, nuzzled into the person’s outstretched hand
  • you couldn’t help yourself but try to get closer,,,,,,,who was this person out in the middle of the forest?
  • until they turned around, eyes locking on yours and you saw him - minhyun
  • this time, the cap he’d been wearing was off and you could see his entire profile
  • the same pretty eyes, shy small smile,,,,,,,but his ears
  • pointed at the edge with flowers tucked neatly behind them
  • standing up, you could see a couple of woodland creatures surrounding him
  • frozen,,,,,,you try to think of something to say but all you can do is lift your hand up in a tiny wave
  • “minhyun!”
  • a voice calls out his name and minhyun looks over his shoulder, before rushing toward you
  • “quick, hide!”
  • you teeter backwards, minhyun’s arms coming around you to pull you behind a nearby tree
  • “it’s the other elves, i don’t want them to know you’re here.”
  • “elves??”
  • minhyun pulls you down, arm still holding you close as you hear other voices back from the center of the clearing
  • when it seems silent enough, minhyun lets his hold on you go,,,,,,
  • you can see a hint of red in his cheeks as he apologizes for grabbing you but you just ask again, “elves?”
  • minhyun turns and you see the ears up close, the speckled freckles, the tints of green in his eyes, his hands,,,,,,coated in silvery dust
  • you can’t believe it,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • “human’s aren’t supposed to know, but the cat’s out of the bag”
  • he laughs slightly at his own joke and you point to his hand
  • “is that -”
  • “fairy dust.”
  • you look at it closely and minhyun grins 
  • “i put it on all the wind chimes i make, it’s supposed to bring good luck.”
  • you look up at him,,,,,,,minhyun’s eyelashes are so long and his voice has the same calming effect like the chimes that he makes
  • he looks back at you, tilting his head a bit
  • “is everything ok?”
  • “sometimes,,,,,,,,,the wind chime i bought,,,,,,,,,sounds on its own.”
  • minhyun gives a knowing nod
  • “it means elves are nearby.”
  • you go “oh” fascinated and minhyun gives an embarrassed little chuckle
  • “i do admit though, sometimes i walk by your home to see the wind chime. it’s one of my favorites, but also,,,,,,,,,”
  • you blink and wait, but minhyun suddenly seems shyer than ever
  • “,,,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,,,,,i quite like seeing you too,,,,,,,”

skater110599  asked:

ooooh could you do "I'm sorry I scared you, I didn't mean to" please?

I sure can! Thank you! <33

(send me a prompt)

Isak is sitting at the table, laptop open, books spread around him as he tries to write an essay for his Norwegian class. He’s trying to focus and read the sources Eva had send over earlier, but his eyes keep wandering from the door to his phone and back.

He chews his lip as he thumbs his phone, willing for it to light up with a text. Even isn’t home yet when he had promised he would be.

Isak debates sending Elias a text to ask him if he’s seen Even, opens up their text history to start typing, when his phone pings with a message from Even himself.

“I’m sorry”

That’s all it says, Isak reads it once, twice, opens and closes the message as if that would magically make the message longer but it remains the same. “I’m sorry”

Isak feels his fear rising up in his throat like bile, and tries to swallow it down. His mind flashes back to the message he got so many months ago, the message that made him run across town to see Even. However, this time Even wasn’t depressed, in fact, Isak thought they were doing really well. Even was enjoying himself at university, they found a good rhythm at home, Isak felt like things were going extremely well between them.

But maybe… Maybe he had been blind, and only saw what he wanted to see. Maybe this was Even breaking up with him, maybe tomorrow Isak would come home from school and all of Even’s stuff would be gone.

Suddenly, Isak grew angry, furious at the thought that Even would just throw away their love over a text. He tried calling Even, but when the call went straight to voicemail, Isak felt his throat closing and he uttered a broken “Even” before hanging up.

He dragged himself to bed, crawling under the covers and hugging Even’s pillow close to his chest, burying his nose in Even’s smell. He doesn’t know how much time passes when he hears the door to the apartment open, and he raises himself up, staring at Even who walks into the room, smile on his face.

When Even sees the tears on Isak’s face, he immediately rushes to his side, cradling his face into his big hands. Isak whimpers when Even kisses his forehead.

“Baby, what happened?” Even asks, pulling Isak close to him.

Isak pushes his phone against Even’s chest and Even looks wide-eyed as he reads the message, “Shit,” he says, “I’m sorry I scared you, I didn’t mean to! My phone died.”

Isak just looks at him, and Even kisses him softly, “I’m so sorry. I pressed send too soon, and my phone must’ve died before I was able to send the next message,” Even pulls Isak close to him, “What did you think I meant?”

Isak shakes his head, buries his face into Even’s neck, “I thought you broke up with me,” he whispers and Even gasps, puling Isak’s face out of the crook of his neck so he can kiss him again and again, pushing him down onto the bed so he can drape his long body over Isak’s.

“Silly boy,” he whispers inbetween kisses, “My full text was: ‘I’m sorry I’m late, lost track of time. Miss you so much. Love you.” Because I do, I love you so much. I’m never ever leaving you.”

Isak nods, pulls Even’s head down for more kisses.

They don’t leave the bed except to heat up some leftovers to eat under the covers, a movie playing in the background. Isak asks for kisses every couple of minutes, seemingly not able to get enough of Even’s reassurance. Even doesn’t mind, he presses his love into Isak’s skin with every kiss, every touch.

The next morning, after Even has plugged in his phone and it starts up again, Isak receives the rest of the text, including the slew of dirty emoticons Even added to them. Isak sends him a simple heart, and Even smiles at him.

exo shitpost #2: exo at the carnival
  • junmyeon: alright assholes go wild
  • chanyeol: hoo boy i'm going to win me some prizes
  • baekhyun: you suck ass at everything what could you possibly win
  • chanyeol: that thing with the hammer
  • sehun: your arms are two limp noodles lmao
  • chanyeol: fuck you
  • luhan: your weak ass can't even get it past the halfway mark
  • chanyeol: i don't deserve this verbal abuse you try it
  • luhan: what. the fuck.
  • luhan: it doesn't work
  • sehun: excuses are for the cheap
  • luhan: this is bullshit, this game is rigged, and we are going home
  • -
  • yifan: ok junmyeon let us get wild
  • junmyeon: would you fuck off i will not ride a roller coaster
  • yifan: why
  • junmyeon: because i may shit myself
  • junmyeon: but also because i don't want to be seen next to your crusty ass
  • yifan: why did i ever love you
  • -
  • jongdae: fuck yes corndogs
  • kai: holy shit kyungsoo take it slow
  • kyungsoo: i am a hungry bitch today don't speak to me
  • jongdae: did you really just inhale that entire corndog
  • kyungsoo: it's not that big
  • kai: i can personally assure you he's seen bigger
  • jongdae: wow kyungsoo, king of the dick
  • kyungsoo: if you don't shut up right now i might eat you
  • -
  • zitao: fuck i lost my watch, i must have left it on the ferris wheel
  • minseok: you irresponsible fuck what did i tell you about leaving your goddamn shit everywhere
  • zitao: here, take my ice cream and put it on your tits because you need to chill
  • minseok: /rubbing nosebridge/ how much did that stupid thing cost
  • zitao: it was gucci
  • minseok: i just pissed my pants
  • zitao: relax jethro i have like ten more at home
  • minseok: what
  • zitao: eleven including the one i gave to candy
  • minseok: you have eleven gucci watches, one of which is for your dog, and you still gave me a fucking slurpee for my birthday
  • zitao: at least it was a jumbo size
  • minseok: you're dead to me
  • -
  • yixing: life is fantastic
  • kyungsoo: you're a cheery mf today aren't you
  • yixing: why are you so pessimistic, go inhale another corndog
  • kyungsoo: i can't eat too many, i'm corn intolerant
  • yixing: that's not a thing
  • kyungsoo: i'm also mildly allergic to dogs
  • yixing: that's,,,, not how it works
  • luhan: don't bother this is from the same guy who didn't know how dna works
  • kyungsoo: no more kimchi spaghetti for you
  • -
  • sehun: cotton candy BITCH
  • chanyeol: this is your fifth one, stop it
  • sehun: i am in love with this shit
  • chanyeol: diabetes says hello
  • sehun: i might dye vivi this colour
  • chanyeol: what the fuck she's not an easter egg
  • sehun: doggosthetic
  • chanyeol: s e h u n that's abuse pLEASE DON’T DO THAT
  • -
  • yifan: aw fuck
  • junmyeon: what now you overgrown baby
  • yifan: i'm too tall for the bumpercars
  • junmyeon: too bad
  • yifan: this is no fair
  • junmyeon: go ride something else you ingrate
  • yifan: that's it i'm putting you on the death drop
  • junmyeon: you better freaking not
  • yifan: hi yes one ticket for the death drop
  • junmyeon: nonononono im sure i don't meet your height requirement eheheh
  • yifan: don't worry dear, they have seats for shrimps like you!
  • junmyeon: WU YI FAN YoU fUckeR
  • yifan: enjoy bitchy!!
  • junmyeon: YoU haVe a laWSUiT oN YoUR handS
  • -
  • jongin: i love the fact that i still look hot in all of these
  • jongdae: hey baekhyun this mirror's got me looking just like you
  • baekhyun: how so?
  • jongdae: makes me look ugly as shit
  • jongin: im piSSing
  • baekyun: this kind of commentary is the reason no one loves you
  • -
  • luhan: haunted house, leggo
  • zitao: fuck this shit i'm out
  • minseok: nah i'm in let's do it
  • yixing: zitao i'll protect you
  • zitao: too late i'm already crying
  • minseok: oh ShiT i am Spooked
  • luhan: his soul has left him
  • yixing: you made it taozi, i’m proud of you
  • zitao: thanks yixing, the only thing that helped me through it was the fact that those goblins back there kinda resembled you and it was really funny
  • yixing: wow, this is basically bullying!
  • -
  • junmyeon: well boys, it's been fun
  • kyungsoo: no it has not
  • junmyeon: but we must head back to hell
  • yifan: he means home
  • junmyeon: trust me, i mean hell
‘Jaw-Dropper’ Draco x Reader Fluff.

Request?: “MORE FLUFFY IMAGINES!!!! please…”& “ If u know the Dodie Clark songs daydreamer and human… could i have an imagine based on the lines of ‘i want the secrets your secrets havent found’ and ‘jaw-dropper,looks good when he walks, hes the subject of the talk’ . i dont know if you still take requests but u know… “
Rating: Fluffy
Inspired by: Daydreamer/ Human -Dodie Clark

The beautiful night started to rise over and consume the buzzing atmosphere of Hogwarts. Everywhere you look there would be small huddles of students and teachers preparing for the most magnificent moment of the school year that excited all, including the more malicious and angry students; like Slytherins. It was finally the night of the Yule Ball and the entirety of the dorm was preparing for what Pansy called “our big night”. I sat on my bed and played with the green and black ombre lace on my dress that my mother had sent me. I sighed greatly as Millicent Bulstrode droned on about how romantic it was when Baise Zabini had asked her to the ball. Her large hand fell down onto my bare shoulder “Don’t worry y/n I’m sure someone will at least ask you to dance or something…” I cocked my eyebrow at her and scrunched up my face.
“Hmm yeah, thanks a lot, Millie” I hummed in response, “I thought we were going together that’s all…” I trailed off and Millicent’s hand ran down my arm to grab my hand.

“uh y/n you’re my best friend and I said I would go with you because I thought there was no hope in someone asking me out, besides I thought you had a date” I sighed wriggling free from her hand so I could place my forehead in my palms. 
“No, I didn't Millie” Two sets of feet planted themselves in front of me and my best friend. I looked up to see the Slytherin equivalent of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. “Yes Crabbe, Goyle..” the two boys exchanged glances, shrugging and nudging each other until the round-faced boy spoke up.

“Draco needs you in the common room” he stumbled over his words like the large clumsy oath he is.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, what does he want now, Merlin’s sake” They both shrugged so I pushed passed them and trudged down to the common room.

“Right Malfoy I’m really not in the mood today so can we get this over and done wi-” I looked up to see hundreds floating candles just like there was in the great hall. And in the midst of it all was Draco Malfoy. The orange flames beautifully illuminated his face, he wore a pure black suit with a classic green tie, and along with that a sheepish grin. He let out a breathy laugh once I realised my Jaw was hanging down low gawking at the beautiful sight in front of me, his blond hair was slightly ruffled but it still looked perfect.

“y/n… you look beautiful” he smiled very delicately as I let my gaze take its own route around the common room; almost focusing on every flickering flame it came across. A bright blush coloured in our faces like colouring pencils.

Draco started to slowly step towards me, his grey eyes bright and wide. He clutched my wrists gently but hard enough to fully capture my attention.

“I know I should’ve asked you sooner but, would you go to the ball with me?” I smiled at him and opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. My throat had gone dry, like it was closing up. My face dropped and all I could do was stare straight ahead of me. All the colours drained slowly from Draco’s face as he gripped my arms, the lace sleeves rubbers against my arms snapping me back to reality, “y/n are you okay. You completely froze” I stared back into his eyes deeply. “Sorry, it’s nothing. I’m just so fucking happy” “Y/n I can’t believe you didn’t see this coming, I’ve been dropping hints all year.” “What?!” “Questions later Princess, you look stunning. Now let’s get to the ball, everyone will be dying to see you. I can’t wait to se the look on everyone’s face when they see me with you” He grabbed my hand and tugged me all the way to the great hall where I would later dance the night away with Draco Malfoy. We walked into the hall and just like Draco had said; everyone’s eyes were glued to us, the unknown couple and what would’ve been the most unlikely couple. Me and Draco sat at a table as Cedric walked over to us. “Fuck” Draco mumbled “what do you want Diggory” Cedric raised one eyebrow and leaned closer to us “Just congratulating you on getting y/l/n to go to the ball with you, she’s a stubborn one she is” He laughed and smirked at me and Draco as Draco’s face became redder by the second. “Fucking hell Diggory that’s enough move on” Cedric snorted and returned to Cho Chang who was probably waiting to dance with Cedric as ever since we got here all he has done was stare at me and Draco. “That’s it I’ve had enough of sitting around, come on Prince lets go dance” Draco laughed and slightly blushed at the nickname and got up taking my hand. We confidently strutted up to the dance floor, I knew That Draco and I have had a sufficient amount of of practice to be the best couple in the room. Draco wrapped his hands round my waist and gently hoisted me up, I quickly latched onto his shoulders as he bought me back down to the floor. I looked around all the other couples had cleared the floor and the only other pair was Viktor Krum and Hermonie Granger. Draco snorted and leant down to my ear sending an amazing shiver down my spine he pressed a light kiss to the shell of my ear and whispered. “Lets show that Mudblood and her toy boy who the best couple in this school is” I smiled wickedly as we dance all through the night. Even on the way back to our dorm we held each other tightly and dance our way back to the common room. It was perfect.

How Anatole Fucked Shit up for every War and Peace character who shows up in Great Comet
  • Natasha: Manipulated her and used her and tricked her into ruining her life and nearly ending it. Destroyed her life. Seriously.
  • Hélène: Alright, take a second and think about Hélène. Why do you think she married Pierre? Love? Nah. She married him for his cash and neither of them were happy. I don't hold this against Pierre, who at least at first, truly tried to be a good husband. In the book, it's made evident that the whole reason Hélène needs to marry a man as rich as Pierre is because her father is broke. Why is his father broke? Cuz Anatole has spent all his money gambling and seducing women. So yeah. Anatole's fault.
  • Andrey Bolkonsky: Okay this one is easy. It's pretty straightforward but it's even sadder if you look at War and Peace, where it's abundantly clear that Andrey is a profoundly unhappy man and some of the only happiness he has in the book is with Natasha. And Anatole was at least partially responsible for taking that away from him.
  • Balaga: Never pays him? Like I know Balaga doesn't ask for pay but I still feel like paying him would be good. Also he gets him really drunk while he's driving. Honestly he doesn't do much to be responsible for Balaga's problems because Balaga is not important enough to have problems.
  • Fedya Dolokhov: Well in the book he never really gets his shit fucked up by Anatole but I'll say two things, one of which is that, Anatole doesn't listen to him when he is like the only person who tries to help him and keep him from being a bag of shit, and secondly, in the musical, since the duel was moved from Volume II Part I to Part V, it creates the implication that Natasha's love letter from Anatole was written by Dolokhov while he lay ill at his mother's recovering from a gunshot wound which is not, I'm sure, the ideal time to write a love letter.
  • Marya "Mary" Bolkonsky: Um alright this wasn't totally his fault just cuz it would have been a terrible situation for everyone but Anatole was supposed to be married to Mary but within like ten minutes of meeting with her already started hitting on her friend which was generally just a really mean move, and really hurt her already poor self image.
  • Marya Dmitrieva Akhrosimova: Marya is really a strong protective figure and she tries really hard to be good to Natasha and it's really sad that she has to feel like a failure because Anatole is a lying manipulative ass.
  • Old Prince Nikolai Bolkonsky: (I put in his name cuz I just like to note @ tolstoy fight me for including three separate Nikolais two of whom are named Nikolai Andreevich Bolkonsy. Fuck you.) Doesn't really have a lot of problems but I'll say even though he's batshit and not the best father that is really the only job he has at this point is being a father? And just like. Look what Anatole did to his kids.
  • Pierre Bezukhov: Okay, I know I've already said Helene was unhappy in the marriage, but Helene was a terrible wife who cheated on him a lot and wasted his life away and make no excuses was the main cause of his alcoholism and depression. But she never would have married him if Anatole didn't make Prince Vassily (his father) broke. Also the first person in the book to put a drink in his hand is Anatole, who says "finish it" even though Pierre says he does not want to.
  • Sonya Rostova: Endangered her closest friendship, with Natasha who I say again, though she still shared responsibility for her infidelity, was manipulated.
Say You Won’t Let Go - Jughead Jones

Request: I just read your Happier imagine and I thought it was great! Can you do a Jughead imagine based on the song Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur thank you 

Thank you! I had fun brainstorming this one, i feel like it turned out kind of shit tho. I’m just not confident in myself at all recently, i’m sorry if it’s not what you were looking for :) Hope you enjoy it though <3


Words: 3,014

Warnings: Swear or two :3 ALSO NOT PROOFREAD, DON’T HATE ME.

Jughead watched from the sidelines, behind a wired fence as the constructions workers flooded the grounds. He had tried hard to save the Twilight Drive In but at the end of the day, it hadn’t paid off and he had pretty much lost everything. With his bag slung carelessly around his shoulder, he walked away from the feeling of comfort and safety, his home.

He found himself sitting in a lonesome booth at Pop’s, trying to pull through the lowest moment he had suffered in a long time. He was pretty much having a existential crisis. Where would he go? Could he tell anybody? Would Jellybean ever be able to come home?

“You look even more depressed than you usually do,” Veronica Lodge slid into the opposite side of the booth out of nowhere, sundae in hand. “Is it about the Drive In?”

A part of Jughead wanted to get up and leave, but he knew she would keep persisting and he was tired of closing himself off, so he decided to open up… slightly.

“It just… it meant a lot to me Ronnie. I’m trying to carry a lot of cooped up stress on my shoulders and this on top just hasn’t exactly helped,” He sighed, rubbing his face. Veronica slid her sundae across the table, over to him, knowing that if she were to cheer him up, food would be the place to start.

“You sound like you need a break, something refreshing, something new,” She tapped the table, her sharp nails creating a loud drum beat. Suddenly she squealed, clasping her hands together with delight, which caused Jughead to look at her warily.

“What do you have in mind?” He groaned, anticipating the worst as she shuffled around excitedly.

“Clubbing!” She proposed and the groaning intensified. “Hear me out, you can just sit at the side, with a drink and your phone doing whatever the hell you want to do. Fresh environment, fresh faces, who knows what could happen? It’s exciting, live a little!” Veronica was already texting Josie and co, spreading the word.

“I wouldn’t exactly call a club, surrounded by sweaty, tight bodies ‘fresh’, would you?” Jughead retorted, but Veronica wasn’t listening.

“Josie, Kevin, Joaquin, Reg- actually maybe not Reggie, you two aren’t exactly the best of friends,” This caused Jughead to scoff, as Veronica continued to scroll through her contacts list. There was no way in hell, Jughead Jones was going clubbing.

“So how the hell did you get Jughead Jones to go clubbing?” Kevin whispered to Veronica, as they stood in the queue outside Riverdale’s most infamous new club, “Flash”. Jughead stood in front of them, wearing a grey hoodie with some black jeans, his usual beanie still in place.

“Let’s just say, that boy is Scooby Doo. Pop’s burgers are his scooby snacks,” Veronica smirked smugly, ignoring the fact that Jughead looked more uncomfortable then he’d been when he first met Nana Blossom.

There was no way he was going to enjoy this evening.

Believe it or not, he found a way to enjoy his evening. Veronica and her entourage immediately headed for the dance floor, but Jughead had decided to go straight for the bar. He watched the TV in the corner, showcasing sports highlights from the day and general news, whilst absentmindedly ordering more and more drinks as the night went on. Jughead was one of those drinkers where he seemed more emotional, more open but at the same time more confident. He decided he would try and find his friends on the dance floor.

The club was dimly lit, and he was already stumbling down the stairs. He ended up tripping on the last step, flying forward until someone caught his arms, steadying him.

“Hey watch it, who do you th-” You paused.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the boy in front of you. He grinned at your laughter and you pulled him out of the middle of the crowd of grinding bodies, to the side, where the two of you sat down in an empty booth. Neither of you knew why, but you were just going with the flow for once.

“You have a really nice laugh,” Jughead smiled once your laughing fit had died down. You were glad the club was dark, as the blush on your face wasn’t as evident.

“Thanks, you too I guess,” You reached into your purse for a bottle of water, chugging half of it down before sliding it across the table to him and gesturing for him to drink. He nodded, as a silent way of saying thanks. “My name’s (Y/N),” You giggled again, sticking your hand out for him to shake. He did so, smiling brightly.

“Jughead,” He responded. You looked at him, puzzled.

“I may be drunk but did you just say Jughead?” You raised an eyebrow skeptically, and Jughead laughed once more, nodding his head erratically which caused you to burst into another fit of giggles. Your laughter sent butterflies swarming through his stomach, and it seemed so cliche but your smile seemed to light up the darkness of your surroundings. 

“Hey, Drughead,” You paused, waiting for his reaction to his new nickname and his laughter stopped as he gave you a playful glare. “Wanna dance?” You bit your lip, nodding your head towards the dance floor, as the speakers blasted out an upbeat song. 

“I can’t really dance,” Jughead scratched his neck awkwardly and you rolled your eyes, climbing out of the booth. His heart felt heavy all of the sudden with the thought of you leaving him, but suddenly, you grabbed his hands and pulled him along with you.

“Nonsense my amigo, just let loose and move around, it’s not rocket science. We’ll go for a round of drinks after, on me, I promise,” You pouted with the puppy dog eyes, which weren’t that effective considering Jughead couldn’t really see them, but he reluctantly gave in, shaking his head at you as you excitedly dragged him towards the centre of the club.

“Who’s idea was this?” You moaned, as another load of vomit blurted from your mouth and into the toilet. You were currently in one of the club’s empty bathroom cubicles, throwing up the contents of whatever you had drunk into a dirty toilet. Jughead, being a gentleman, had come with you and helped you hold your hair back as you continued to puke.

“Yours,” Jughead sighed, cringing at the odour that the sick-filled toilet was now giving off. 

“Oh yeah,” You chuckled before another round of sick came, causing Jughead to shield his eyes. This went on for another 10 minutes or so.

“Geez, I’m sorry Jughead, this probably wasn’t how you were planning to spend your evening,” You looked down at the floor, embarrassed and almost ashamed. You wiped your mouth with some baby wipes that you had stored in advance in your purse, feeling guilty and selfish.

Jughead shook his head with a laugh and smiled at you. “It’s been a lot more eventful and… interesting than I planned. But that’s not a bad thing.”

A rosy blush crept its way onto your cheeks, and you timidly smiled at the floor. When you looked back up, he was staring at you intensely, which caused your blush to deepen. You were about to ask him if anything was wrong, before he interrupted you.

“I’m homeless,” He suddenly confessed, still staring at you. There was a pause.

“Pardon?” You mumbled in return, not sure if you had heard him clearly.

“I’m homeless. I don’t want to live with my Dad because he has an alcohol addiction and drove my family away from home. That included my little sister, who was pretty much my partner in crime. We spent every day together, playing spies and detectives, reading comics, playing video games or doing whatever we could to pass the time. Sometimes we would just sit and talk in my room, with music playing in the background and she would parade around in my beanie, doing impressions of me. She was only 7, she’s 10 though now. We would hide in the trunk of our car so that we didn’t have to pay as much to get into the Drive In, and we would spend so much time just watching movies together. When they left, I went to live in the Drive In, it reminded me of her. But now they’re tearing it down to build God knows what. They’re taking away the last piece I have of my sister that’s here in Riverdale and now I have nowhere to go and I don’t know what to do an-” Jughead suddenly realised he was releasing the secrets that had been weighing him down for so long, to a total stranger… in a toilet cubicle.

He’d only known you for a few hours and he’d just given you the short version of his life story. How could he trust someone so foreign like this? Was it just the drink talking? Jughead wasn’t sure.

You sat there, mouth agape, trying to comprehend his rushed words. You opened your mouth several times to speak, but you couldn’t seem to form proper words. Jughead’s intense stare remained, as he awaited your reaction. You shuffled along the floor, closer to him before smiling up at him, reassuringly. 

“Your sister, she sounds like a lovely girl,” You watched as his eyes suddenly sparkled. A wave of sobriety hit him like a brick, as he stared at you in this moment. He felt an odd desire to spend every day with you, to talk to you, to get to know you, to understand you. To hold your hand and spontaneously kiss you. To promise he would always be there for you… to marry you. But that’s what love is… right? The feeling of wanting to be with someone forever. These days, love didn’t always last long. But that first feeling, that first, powerful touch. You wanted to spend the rest of your days at the side of that person.

But this wasn’t love… right? He’d only known you for a few hours. No, it couldn’t be love… yet. 

“She is,” He whispered, before reaching forward and pulling you closer to his chest, into a tight embrace. He’d never been like this with anyone before, let alone a practical stranger. You willingly fell into his arms. resting your head on his shoulder. Suddenly, you began laughing again, pulling back to stare at him.

“Hey, hey. Your life is shit, you should stay at mine considering you’re homeless and shit. Man that sucks,” You gave an exaggerated pout and Jughead rolled his eyes with a sad chuckle.

“I think that’s the drink talking (Y/N), I’ll walk you home okay?” He stood up, holding out his hands to pull you off of the floor. 

“But where will you go?” You crossed your arms, eyes laced with true concern.

“I’ve got some friends that won’t mind me couch surfing for the night,” He assured you but your eyebrow raise was clearly skeptical. “Trust me.”

He wouldn’t let you object, despite your stubborn nature, as he pulled you of the club. He held your hand, almost protectively, as he walked you home. Little did he realise that when you left the club, Veronica Lodge was busy trying to figure out the name of the ‘mysterious girl’ that Jughead had left with, so she could come up with a ship name.

You directed Jughead towards your house and as you walked up the drive, you planted a soft but lingering kiss on his cheek, before slipping something in his pocket. You quickly rushed to your front door, turning around to wave him goodbye before rushing inside.

Jughead stayed there for a while, embracing the ghost of your lips on his cheek. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he left, before pausing. He took out a crumpled napkin, that had been at the bar of the club. On the napkin, scribbled messily in black sharpie, was a phone number along with the message; Seeya around Drughead.

He looked up to the window of your bedroom, only to see you giddily smiling at him. He smirked up at you, before confidently strutting down the street.

It just seemed to keep going forward from there. Jughead had texted you the second he got home, and you weren’t going to make him wait for a reply. Who cares if you came off as eager, this was the first guy that you had met whilst you were out for the night who hadn’t come off as a complete douchebag.

Jughead however, was new to this. He didn’t know what he was doing and was afraid you only liked him because you were in the heat of the moment or drunk. So he was less frequent with the texts, attempting to play it cool. He didn’t exactly want to pour his soul out over text, on how he felt that you were beautiful and funny and made him feel confident and worth something. Slowly though, over time his dorky attitude let loose and it honestly made you love him more.

You too, had felt something that night at the club. You too, believed it was in the heat of the moment. But you didn’t want to let that moment go. You had spent the past 8 months building up your relationship with Jughead, and now you truly begun to feel the extent of what you felt that night. You spent hours on end in Pop’s. Talking about Jellybean, school, his Dad. He finally had someone to act as his own diary, someone who he could just tell everything about. It felt so nice to let the secrets, that had been acting as weights on his shoulders, go.

There was one day in Pop’s where you were talking about your own family. Describing your younger brother’s hobbies and annoying habits as if they were the most interesting things in the world. He loved the way that your hands would make big gestures, and your facial expressions would deliver a variety of emotions to go along with your story. This made sense, as you had told him before about how badly you wanted to be an actress. Sometimes, he would run lines with you or listen to you deliver a monologue. You loved doing something that you loved with him, and would even sometimes print a script off of the internet and lie it was for an audition, when you really just wanted to read and act with him.

Jughead’s attention was not focused currently on your story though. He was thinking about the two of you, your future. He wanted to ask you out, make it romantic, something special that the two of you would never forget. From there you would never stop loving each other, you’d have children, live together in a modern apartment. He would work as a novelist whilst you worked as an actress. He contemplated marriage, but he was scared of the idea. He had always wanted to avoid something like marriage. His parents were living proof that marriage wasn’t a happy ever after written in stone. But the two of you weren’t your parents. You were different.

He took in your features. You were so beautiful to him. Every part. Your flaws were no different to your redeeming qualities, in that they made Jughead just love you more. Even as you got older, you would age gracefully, never losing that beauty that you possessed. Those passionate eyes that sparkled whenever you told your stories or took on a character. Your eyes said a million words with just one blink. Your kids would have those eyes, your nose too. Jughead’s moles. They would all look beautiful, just like you did. Jughead would wake up before you, so he could make you breakfast in bed. You would be awake by this point though because the kids would be jumping on your bed, like they did in the movies, chanting your name. He would tell the kids to go get dressed for school, breakfast tray in hand, delivered fresh along with a sweet kiss on your head. It would all come back to that night.

Jughead never thought he’d say this but, thank god for the stubborn Veronica Lodge. Speaking of Veronica, she was the most hardcore shipper of your relationship ever, and was practically the paparazzi whenever you two were seen in public at school or at Pop’s. 

When you finally became a couple, it’s not like the two of you would never have arguments. You did of course. Who would you be if you didn’t have arguments? They were mostly over stupid, careless little things though or momentary disagreements. Sometimes he wouldn’t feel like he was good enough for you, sometimes it would be the other way round. Any arguments, big or small, would always end in a cuddle and movie session. When they passed though, your relationship came back, stronger and tougher than it had been before and that’s what mattered. You weren’t going to let something small escalate and hurt the two of you. Nothing was worth that.

You did get married one day. You defied standards and stayed together for as long as you could, sticking to your marriage vows, living your lives to the fullest as mature adults.

Or at least you would of. If only…

“Hey watch it, who do you thi-” You paused.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the boy in front of you. He stiffened. You looked so beautiful, somehow lighting up the dimly lit club with your smile. He awkwardly broke apart. Nope, this isn’t what he wanted. He was already mildly drunk and he hated it. It reminded him of his Dad. He didn’t want to be here anymore. He stepped back abruptly, bumping into another couple. He looked to the floor, shoving past you as he made his way out of the club, leaving you standing by the stairs, bewildered.

If only…

Whoops I decided to be a bitch ahahaha sorry not sorry, if you want to blame someone, blame @kingpendleton and @betty-coopers-number-one-stan with their surprise plot twisty angsty ending thingies, I had them in mind whilst making this. 

The ending was also an excuse as to why the middle part made no sense I guess, and how they were ‘in love’ so quick.


Wedding Bells

 Today was the day.

The day that Y/N would be getting married.The day that she’d walk down the aisle and make vows to her future husband.The day that she’d be legally binded to her partner - as husband and wife.

And Harry didn’t like that she was going to get married. Not at all. But he had a perfect reason (according to him) as to why he didn’t want the wedding to happen; he was still in love with her. 

The two of them had dated for several months and despite the fact that it’d been just about 2 years since the break up, the feelings Harry had towards her didn’t go away.Everyone thought he was over her,including his friends, and he should have been because it had been 2 years and they were friends now. 

Friends who acted like nothing happened between them.Like they hadn’t spent several months together.Like they never spend nights lying in bed with stolen kisses.Like he’d never touched her in the most intimate way.Like they never used to wake up with her in his shirt as he gazed at her adoringly….Like they were never in love.

It was hard enough for the love of his life to be with another man, but to be married was what tore Harry apart.That is why he couldn’t stand to watch the wedding ceremony take place.It would break his heart…Smash it into pieces as if it were glass. 

 He couldn’t watch her marry someone that wasn’t him.He really couldn’t. He tried fiddling with the envelope he was planning on giving her to distract himself; however that only made matters worse because all he could think about was their time together.So Harry stood up and abandoned his chair while clutching the envelope in his hand.

 “ ’M gonna go now mum.Just realised I have a meeting with Jeff online,” Harry uttered out,a tired sad smile placed on his face. He was so desperate to go home that he lied to his mother yet she never noticed the lie as she stood up to give him a small hug. “Don’t have too much fun,“ Anne spoke aloud with a smile on her face.He was working too hard.

He exited the chapel and had planned to leave straightaway but first things first, he needed to say ‘goodbye’ to the woman he loved and make an excuse as to why he was leaving.He couldn’t tell her the real reason….That is what the letter was for.

Harry walked towards her dressing room, the room in which she was supposed to be getting ready in.He stopped at the door and knelt down to drop the envelope that he had held in his hand from the moment that he had left his car. 

Standing back up, he steadied his hand before raising it into a fist.He hit the door once, staying silent as a voice spoke up from the inside of the room.”Can you please wait?I’ll just be a couple of minutes.” 

Harry didn’t wait any longer; it was officially time to leave.So as fast as he could run in a suit, he ran to his car.

Once reaching the vehicle,he placed his hands on it, breathing in and out.He opened the car door, igniting the engine as he placed the keys in its place and sat in his seat before shutting the door.Harry moved the handbrake , feet pressing against the pedal while he looked at the rear view mirror. He drove off as tears threatened to leave his eyes.He sniffled  to keep the tears at bay and bit the inside of his cheek but there was no way that he regret leaving.

The girl opened the door of her dressing room to find no-one there. Didn’t she just hear a knock?Maybe her wedding nerves were getting the best of her.She was about to shut the door when her eyes hit the floor where an envelope lay.

Grabbing it off the floor, she read the name…It was addressed to her. As she read the letter, she bit her lip, eyes reading each and every line.



I should have started this letter with a ‘dear,darling’ or another term of endearment but didn't because our friendship hasn't come that far; we’re just a couple of people hanging out in the same group.

I shouldn't be doing this, writing this letter but I have to because maybe then that burning feeling in my chest will go away. Maybe it won’t but I’ll feel better.

Remember when the both of us broke up a couple of years back?I was a bloody mess, crying my eyes out until my heart hurt and I fell asleep, just to start again the next day. I didn't do anything for days, just lied in bed wanting you back but I couldn't get you back,could I? Because I was the one that let you go.

You know as humans, we want others to be happy and I wanted the same for you.And as stupid as it may sound, that’s why I broke up with you.I loved you but you deserved better; you still do.

A week after we broke up, I flew to LA.I stayed there for a few months then came back for a bit before flying off again. Everyone thought I had work to do, that the writing for the album had to be done so I played along.Realistically I left because the weather was getting to me; it’s just so dreary and cold.I needed a bit of warmth.

Another reason why I left was so I could escape the places that reminded me of you. The coffee shop we used to drink in, the park we used to walk in.Everything.Especially our my bedroom.

I nearly did forget the way your nose scrunches when you’re disgusted by something.The way your eyes crinkle when you smile.The way we kissed, the way your body felt against mine; until I came to London ,December that year.

I remember everything so clearly.Nick wanted to hold a party.A party where the music is supposed to blur out the conversations. But that party was more like a get-together because all we did was joke around and drink some beer.It might have been due to the alcohol consumed but that night I felt relaxed; til you walked in.

When you walked in, I’m surprised that I didn’t stop breathing.You looked stunning,absolutely stunning.I should have been used to the fact that you’re naturally gorgeous  but it had been a year since we last saw each other.

You looked breathtaking,however that wasn’t the only reason I felt like losing my breath….You were with another man. Couldn’t believe that you moved on because I was pretty much still single.For a few seconds, I thought he was a friend of yours until he pressed a kiss on your cheek like I used to.He was your boyfriend, the guy you’re marrying today.

You stood at the door, smiling at everybody but then you did something unexpected.You started to walk towards me. I thought that maybe you were walking to someone else…There was no-one beside me. You kept walking so I stood up to greet you.

You uttered out a ‘hi’.All you got in response was a tight smile etched on my face before you turned away.His arm was around your waist,like mine used to be.And I think that’s when I knew, knew that even after a year without you, you still had my heart.

Like I once said; forever and always shall my love to you be.

All the love.


The soon to be bride, after reading the letter, dropped it to the floor.Tears were now pooled at her eyes.The letter had left her shaken;so shaken that she was now unsure of everything.

Unsure of if the letter was legitimate.Unsure if she was ready to get married to the man waiting outside for her.Unsure if he was really the man she wanted to spend her life time with,unsure if he was the right man for her.

She had to leave the wedding, just as Harry had done.She couldn’t marry her soon to be husband, not when she was so unsure of everything.The tears that were pooled in her eyes, were now trailing down her face.Her make up was smudged but did she care?No.

Because in the hidden depths of her heart, she knew that she still loved Harry.

peter parker x reader drabble // dating

IDKIDKIDKIDKIDK I HOPE PEOPLE READ THIS. THESE ARE SUPER CUTE AND FLUFF AND I’M HELL PROUD OF THEM. Make sure you message me for a request if you want! I wanna continue to make these.



• the first time was so awkward. you wanted to cuddle him you had no idea how to ask Peter. he didn’t know where to put his hands or anything..

•"w-where do i put my hands Y/N…“

• “do I move closer or like do you move closer pete…?”

“just come here.”


• “Yeah, okay, pete. ‘Accidently’.”

• “iM serioUs i-I-”

“Just hold me, Peter. I’m just messing with you.”

• you’d cuddle ALL THE TiME. sometimes you’d fall asleep and he’d have to wake you up.

“You were snoring…sorry”

• lots and LOTS of hugs.

•you’d hug more than kiss. he’d hold you for like 20 minutes straight.

• “let’s stay like this forever.”

• “perfectly fine with me.”

•he’d be moody sometimes because hed have lack of sleep due to being, well, spiderman. he wouldn’t be that rude, but he’d be a bit grumpy and would just want to cuddle you and sleep.

• “ugH”

• “what now, Pete?”

• “im.so.tired. I literally hate EVERYTHING

• “That explains your mood, come cuddle then.”

•he’d try and get into everything you are. movies, books, and every TV show you’re into.

• yet he’d be so confused????

•he finally tells you that he’s spiderman, and you freak out a little more than he expected..

• “wHA- you’re…hOW..all this time.wHY DIDNT U TELL ME PET-..”

•” bABE pLEASE relax I’m okay. May is in the other room!“

•"p..Peter this is im…your literally..holy shi-”

• he just shuts you up by kissing you lmao

•aunt may LOVING you.

•every time you’d come over she’d give you such a big hug

•lmao when she accidentally caught you and Peter making out

• “guys, do you wait Thai? I burnt the lasagna ag- wHAT THE FU?”

• “wE weRe jUs- noThI- iTS noT whAT yOu tHi-”

•"this is why I like the door OPEN!“

•Peter highkey being nervous around you half the time

•you guys were just a shy and awkward couple

• you’d catch each other staring half the time and both would get red af

• stuttering was VERY VERY common

• sometimes he’d be way to nervous to hold your hand but he’d end up doing it while avoiding eye contact with you (sO CUTRIEIFIF)

• someone would be like, “you guys are so cute.” And both of you would blush madly.

• he’d ALWAYS rub your back. especially if you were sad or had a stressful day. you wouldn’t even have to ask, he’s just do it.

• playing with his hair. he LOVES IT

• he’d play with your hair too and say how much he loves your hair even tho u hate it

• basically he sees no flaws like he’s so pure

•PDA was not your thing, Peter wish he would have known before

•"hey cutie" he’d try to kiss you at school and you’d turn away, blushing.

•"oh.“ he’d get all sad and you’d instantly rEGRET IT bc he’s so cute and innocent

•"o..shit, no no no nO, Pete I just don’t like PDA.”

•"aww. my precious little bean.“

• nicknames for you include: bean, babe, baby, cutie, love, angel, bEAUTIFUL, sunshine, (any kind of nickname u have???), and “my gIRL”

• nicknames for him include: pete, penis parker (it was only okay if YOU called him that. everyone else can fuk oFF), spidey, hot stuff, bug boy, web boy, babe, and cutie.

• when he knew you were embarrassed he’d lightly tease you but proceed to hug you while you hide your pink face in his chest.

• “your laugh is so cute!”

•"peter, sTOPPP. I’m embarrassed now..“

• “aww! oh, my god you’re literally the cutest thing ever especially when you blush. i-i lobe you so so much..just like, wow..come here, Y/N.”

• “you teasing me makes it so much worse.”

•the pUNS

• "hey pete..are u a fruit?”

• “…Y/N.”

• “cuz u would be a fINE APPLE”

• “ur a keeper…”

• he’d compliment you every chance he got

• “you’re literally so beautiful.”

• “i-i don’t know why you like me but holy fuck you do you’re so gorgeous and -”

•  “you’re beautiful too, Pete.”

• “shi- i meant you’re um…handsome i dunno”

• the first i love you happened accidentally, but you both meant it.

• “Peter, you know I love you but I just want you to be safe out ther…FUCK”

• “did you just…oh my gOD”

• “o fUCK, I’m sorry pete I-i didn’t I mean I don-”

• “it’s okay. i love you too, dork .”

• "i think it’s safe to say that i larb you…?” • “don’t make me regret saying it at all, pete.” •.“wAIT WAIT NO I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU”


anonymous asked:

Okay so I know there are a lot of fics in which Peter is on the spectrum (and sometimes I've seen Gwen as also being autistic in fics but details) but I'm not sure if that's a canon thing or if it's just been widely assumed based on his manerisms and etc but I was curious as to whether or not you have any headcanons for an autistic Peter Parker/how that ties in to his actions as Spidey?? {This is all prob really silly but idk I was just wondering and yeah idk haha ignore me I'm awkward}

I can totally see why people think Peter is autistic because he does have a lot of the traits/habits. 

(I just want to say, (in case I don’t portray it accurately) I am not autistic but my brother is, and I do stimm and have a lot of sensory problems, so this is purely just from my (and my brother’s) experiences. I am by no means an expert) So please don’t crawl through your computer and hurt me. 

  • Getting the Spidey powers and enhanced senses was really hard on Peter. He already had a hard time blocking out noises and smells, but all of a sudden it seemed impossible
  • And his Spider-Sense was a horror because whenever he is more stressed or anxious it seems to act up. And before he knew what the sixth sense was, it tended just to freak him out more. 
  • To help with his problem Peter had his headphones in most of the time and even wore sunglasses while inside on worse days, always wrapped up in his softest hoodie. 
  • His Aunt May seemed to pick up on the fact that he wasn’t doing too well, so random stimm toys (fidget spinner, those random toys from the Dollar Tree) started showing up in his room, and they ate a lot of Peter’s favorite dishes for dinner for a couple weeks.
  • (Now because he wasn’t allowed to wear sunglasses or headphones in school Peter made small wireless headphones and he took his regular glasses and made them light deflecting) That helped while he had to be in public during a bad brain day.
  • Becoming Spiderman actually helped. His mask blocks out a good amount of the input he gets and being able to listen to his Spider-Sense instead of ignoring it helped melt some of the stress off. 
  • Being Spiderman is the best part of Peter’s day, he is allowed to be hyper and make all the jokes and quips he wants and no one can say ‘boo’ because it is just part of his charming personality. 
  • Of course, there are bad days while out on patrol too. Days when Peter gets thrown into the smelly and grimy sewer and can’t seem to get the smell off of himself. 
  • Other days when he has to run through a burning building and make sure he grabs everyone, only to feel itchy and raw from the adrenaline high and touching so many different people. 
  • Those are the days that Peter goes home shoves himself into some fleece pajamas and end up eating whole bags of Cheetos while he watches dumb anime in the dark safety of his room. 
  • I think getting his powers is what really helped Peter to express himself. Before the spider bite, he was just some dorky science nerd (and yes that is still who he is) but putting on the mask gave him the freedom of anonymity, freedom to be his whole self. 
  • And I like to imagine that the superhero community just accepts Peter’s behavior without question. “Because that’s just how the kid is.”
  • Spider-Man flapping his hands in excitement,
    Spider-Man screaming like a little girl as he gets thrown around,
    Spider-Man singing as he web-slings,
    Spider-Man having to stop mid fight to pet a puppy,
    Spider-Man stealing everyone’s food and then judging said food,
    Spider-Man wearing a too big hoodie over his suit,
    Spider-Man spouting off all the elements of the periodic table,
    Spider-Man finding random wreckage and playing with it, 
    Spider-Man nonstop talking, Spider-Man not talking,
    Spider-Man cackling for no reason,
    Spider-Man having a no touch day,
    Spider-Man having a clingy day,
  • Yeah…yeah that’s all normal and the other Supers don’t really even notice it anymore.

I would include Daredevil helping Peter to control and learn his new limits when it comes to his senses, but I’ve already done that so I’ll just leave now…

geritas-love-child  asked:

Mabey you could wright a Dusttale sans and genocide sans fight? I feel Like it's be interesting to see how sans feels about himself being the one who went genocide.

(*Did you guys know that I reallyreallyreally love Dusttale? )

“It’s a beautiful day outside.
Birds are singing…
Flowers are blooming.

…but you already knew that.”

Sans opens his eyesockets, staring at the hooded figure before him.  His opponent has a creepy grin permanently plastered on his face, despite the fact that he had just left a trail of dust and despair in his wake.  

Of everyone he’s judged, of all the various outcomes he’s experienced, he never in a million timelines saw this coming.

It’s unsettling seeing his own expression mirrored back to him.  The only difference is the red eyelights and thick layer of dust clinging to the other’s clothes.  

“you know what i’m about to say, dont'cha buddy?  you’ve been here before, standing on this side of the judgement hall.”

His Dust Mirror shrugs, seeming so nonplussed by the confrontation. He finally spoke up, “yeah, yeah, burning in hell, broken promises, blah blah.  i know the spiel.”

Sans’s fingers clench in his pockets, but he tries to maintain his composure.  There’s no mistaking who this skeleton is, and it’s left him rattled.

“ok, so how about something off-script?  why did you do it?”

Dust cocks his head slightly to the side, a bony brow quirking.  "why’d i go genocide?“  Sans nods, confirming the query.  "heh. you already know the answer to that, pal.  i got stuck in the loop, same as you… only eventually, my attacks stopped working.  i couldn’t kill the kid anymore.”  He pauses, his grin widening.  "so i knew i just needed some LOVE in my heart to win.“

Sans furrows his brow a little.  "what are you talking about?  you started killing to beat frisk?”

Dust twitches a little at the name.  "no–chara.  to beat chara… to save frisk.  are you telling me you don’t know?“  He chuckles, shaking his head.  Before he continues, however, he looks off to the side, his attention drawn elsewhere.  Sans doesn’t see anyone else in the Hall, yet with the way Dust’s head is tilted, it seems as if he’s… listening to someone.

“ok, but even if you beat them, don’t they just RESET?”

Dust nods slightly, but Sans doesn’t think it’s directed at him.  "you’re right.  he’s so dense.  it’s hard to believe i was ever like this.“

Dread began to pit in Sans’s gut.  ”…who are you talking to?“

Dust scoffs.  "who else?  paps.”

Sans’s gaze hardens, the recent loss of his brother biting into his SOUL.  "enough talking.  you’re nuts, so let’s just get straight to the point.“

With that, Sans opens with a quick attack.  A row of bones jutted toward his mirror, followed by several Gaster Blasters, each larger than the last. There was a whirl of magic, building into a whine, before each of their maws opened up to unleash raw energy toward Dust.  

Each bone sent Dust’s way was countered with a purple-tinted bone, and when the Gaster Blasters fired, he narrowly teleported directly behind Sans.  Anticipating this, Sans teleported to the other side, reversing their positions.  

Dust chuckles. "not bad.  i mean, you are me, but… heh, i’m stronger than you.”

Sans narrows his gaze, focusing on the other.  Instantly, the Check is performed.

* sans  250 ATK  1 DEF
* wanna have a mad time?
* LV 37

Sans is so stunned by the other monster’s LOVE that he barely dodges the purple-tinged bone that abruptly juts from the ground.

Dust’s grin widens as Sans barely dodges being skewered.  He had felt the Check, and he knew what the other would see, knew how it would quite literally rattle his bones.  


Dust glances toward the floating form of Papyrus, his bust slightly opaque, but highlighted by the bright, wafting scarf cinched around his neck.  

“you’re right, paps.  he’s only got 1 hp still… and we all know he can’t dodge forever.”

Sans shudders, his smile tighter than it’s ever been.  “yeah?  and you have more than 1 hp?”

Dust’s left eyesocket wisps purple, and he raises his hand.  “yep.  ya’see, i used to feel like you… so hopeless.  but then, i realized what i had to do.”

Sans stares, shaking his skull.  Dust unleashes another barrage of bones, and Sans nimbly dodges each with flare, sometimes leaning back, sometimes ducking, sometimes hopping up and doing the splits.  




“you had to kill everyone, huh?  kill papyrus, too?”

Dust shrugs.  “better me killing him than the human.  besides… paps is still here.”  He tilts his skull toward the side, and while Sans doesn’t see anything there, Dust sees his brother’s phantom bust floating around him, coming over to speak close to the side of his face. 


“paps is happier this way.  paps understands that i did what’s right.”

Sans rolls his shoulders, chuckling humorlessly.  “you’ve become everything you wanted to stop, and you don’t even see it.  buddy, i know you’re not that blind.  or maybe you really can’t see with your freaky eyes.”

Dust grinned wider.  Integrity…. Justice…. who needed those traits when he had Determination?  That red tinge to his gaze was just that, shining through.  “i can see clearer than i have in hundreds of timelines, pal.  besides… don’t act like you’re LOVEless.  i’m you, remember?”

Sans gritted his teeth together and snapped his fingers.  In an instant, Dust’s SOUL turned blue.  “ y o u ‘ r e  w r o n g .“  And with hollow, empty sockets, Sans sent Dust flying across the Judgement Hall, into a nearby pillar.  Dust chuckled, shaking his head.  The attack would have been easy enough to counter, but he wasn’t worried.  He hadn’t been lying when he told Sans that he had more than 1 HP, so why not prove it?  Why not let him see how much HoPe there was to be gained from his way of handling their mutual problem?  

A bone jutted from Dust’s shoulder, jagged and broken.  He crushed it in his palm.  “still only 1 ATK.  you’re pitiful.”


“heh, hurts a lot, coming from you.”  Sans shrugs, his hands still casually in his pockets.  “i would never kill paps.  i don’t care how many times all of us die.  i’ll never stop trying to get through to frisk, and i would never hurt my brother.”

His gaze is hard; his sockets dark.  Dust’s shoulders shake briefly, before he starts all-out laughing, holding his sides as he loses his composure.  “ah ha… haha… AHAHAHAHAHA!  that’s hilarious!”  Dust wipes a purple-tinged tear from the rim of an orbit.  “never?  never ever?  sans, buddy, pal–look at me.”  He stops laughing to lock gazes with Sans directly.  

“y o u   a l r e a d y  h a v e . ”

Another bone goes through Dust.  And then another.  And another.  Sans rapidly fires them through the other skeleton, while Dust starts cackling again.  

“you must really hate yourself, huh?  too bad it’ll take you hundreds of…. of….”

Dust trails off, suddenly wobbling.  He tries to catch himself on a bone, but ends up landing on his knees on the Judgement Hall.  


Dust’s vision starts to blur as Sans steps forward, his slippers slapping against the polished floor.  

“welp, you know what they say…”  He stops right in front of Dust, his grin wide and humorless.  “karma’s a bitch.”

Karmic Retribution.  Of course.  He should have realized what was going on.  After all, the the purple tint to his eye was born from that brand of magic.
But he was used to using it against Chara, against their LOVE.  

He forgot entirely that his special attack as Judge could be used against him as well.  

Dust drops his skull, his reflection staring back at him in the shiny, golden tile.  He can see Papyrus, floating beside him with worry weighing heavily on his features.  “heh, don’t worry, paps.  i’ll see you again soon.”

Dust raises his gaze to Sans, listening to the sound of a Gaster Blaster whirling to life from somewhere off to his right.  

“get the hell out of my timeline, and don’t come back.”

A smirk crosses Dust’s face.  “don’t worry.  we’ll meet again soon.”

He chuckles.

“only next time, it’ll be when you’re looking in a mirror.”

And then the Gaster Blaster turns him into nothing but dust, while Sans grimly watches.

(* Mobile Imagine Masterlist
I’m going to start including that at the bottom of all my imagines, if I can.  )

Letters from the Barricade [2/10]

Paris, 5th June 1832

Combeferre counts six letters, his own included, and the familiar sigils stare up at him as if to mock their cause with the eloborated crests stamped onto them.
It almost hurts to look and to think of those who have abandoned aristocracy in favour of a cause they do not fully understand, and in the interval between two heartbeats, Combeferre senses the fear in the pit of his stomach again and he wants to burn the letters and tell his friends to run.

“You lost this.”

Combeferre looks up at Enjolras who has come out of the post office and he looks like Combeferre feels. There are dark circles under his eyes, his hair is dishevelled and to protect himself from the chilly morning breeze, he pulls Bahorel’s too wide red waist coat tightly around his shoulders which he still holds up with determination, passion and fire.

The letter in Enjolras’ hand is plain without even a wax seal, instead the writer has bound it together with a rough thread that is fraying at its edges and Combeferre takes it carefully.

“It will be a long day,” says Enjolras, “Rest until the time comes.” Then he turns and leaves the place.

Combeferre shakes his head and he looks down at the letters in his hands. There are seven now and the plain letter is Feuilly’s.

This letter doesn’t fit in, Combeferre thinks and frowns.

Then he thinks of Feuilly.

Feuilly who doesn’t have a family crest to stamp onto his letters, who never used sealing wax, and who still writes like a child because writing was a skill he only developed in the last years.

Combeferre looks at this plain letter that was tied with the rough wool addressed to an orphanage in shaky handwriting. He turns it and looks again and suddenly he is laughing.

Yes, he thinks, I fight for people less fortunate than Feuilly, for the children and for the women, for equality.

When he opens the door to the post office with the bells chiming softly in the morning breeze, he wonders why he even started doubting.

anonymous asked:

Can i ask ur thoughts on the scene between len and flash at argus? Where barry was holding onto len as king shark was trying to pull him back into the cell? I loved that scene. They've come so far from 1x04. I loved how len invited himself to the westallen wedding too.

Originally posted by coldsflash

I thought the entire scene at ARGUS was really fascinating, to be honest. I think there’s a lot that we can clean from it, including how fascinating it is that once they made it past the main guards, Len was so good at getting them to the basement that the show didn’t even see fit to actually, well, show the process of getting down there.

It’s possible they used the facial transmorgrifying to get past any guards, because no one internally is gonna question Lyla once she’s past clearance, I imagine, and they can use her retinal and bio scans to get through most parts or turn off half of their issues, and we’ve seen the cold gun take out lasers.

But still, the whole damn thing goes so smooth until they’re down there. And then there’s King Shark, and Barry being ready to kill him, and Len being unimpressed with that. And it’s not like Len’s unwilling to kill, we know he’s more than willing to, but he clearly holds other people to different standards. 

I’ve talked about that before, a bit, why he would maybe hold Barry to a different standard, with the upshot being that the guy who inspired him not to kill and to find better methods isn’t allowed to toss that dedicated out the window now, especially not when he’s asking Len for help.

But anyway, things are going relatively well until the alarm goes off, and then Len gets stuck inside. And it’s neat, he half-expects Barry to ditch him, I think, based on the way he calls Barry’s name as soon as the door closes, separating them.

Originally posted by coldsflash

He switches quick into egging Barry on, reminding him he has to leave in under two minutes, but it’s some reverse-psychology. “This is your chance to show how ruthless you really are” because of course, Barry doesn’t want to be ruthless. Not the Barry that Len knew, at least. Is capable of it? Sure. But doesn’t want it. Doesn’t want to have to be.

And of course, Barry doesn’t disappoint. It’s Barry. No matter the consequences, he has honor, and he’s not about to throw someone under the bus and leave them behind when he’s responsible for them. 

It’s interesting too though. Think back to the first trip to E2, with Jay stuck in another cage. Barry could’ve phased through the glass to get Jay out, but didn’t have the energy left, and Zoom was coming, so he left. There were other lives to protect, his friends, but he left Jay behind with the promise that he’d return. 

Originally posted by minettedylan

He had reason to believe Jay’s life wasn’t in immediate danger, and he didn’t know Jay yet, but still, it bears comparing.

Because if the guards arrive in the next minute, Len’s probably not going to turn into shark food. Him dying here would seriously screw up time considering he’s supposed to die a hero with the Legends, but Barry also has other lives he has to think about here, and getting caught up in ARGUS stuff and losing the power source would devastate his chances for saving Iris.

But even now, at the “ruthless” end of his rope, Barry doesn’t seem to even consider bolting. Maybe he considers it, but dismisses it immediately. He’s not leaving Leonard behind. 

And then the un-hackable door magically becomes hackable (likely because of Len’s tampering with it) and Barry urges Len to get out of there, only for him to get caught by King Shark at the last second. And then we get this.   

(he keeps saying “I got you” it kills me, just the reassurance that he’s not letting Len go no matter what)

Barry doesn’t hesitate to dive for him. In the space of a second, he goes from urging Len on under the door to launching himself forward, grabbing Len’s hand and pulling, definitely not letting him go. 

And you know something neat about this? Other than implied off-screen speed-running-carrying (since Barry had to get Len to 2017 somehow), the last time we saw them physically touch on screen was when Barry had Len pressed up to the mantle in 2x09? Barry has gone from physically pushing Len as a threat to physically pulling him to save him in the space of a single interaction, really.

I’m not sure what more you want me to say, except that it seems that every time these two work together, one of them gets the other into a pinch but ends up saving them (happens in 1x22, 2x03, and now here in 3x22). Their tally sheet must look like a messy with all the “you helped me, I saved your life, you saved my life, I helped you” back and forth they do. No wonder they seem to have simply thrown out their attempts to keep score.

maychorian  asked:

Gosh, I didn't even get twenty-five percent down list. Anyway, here are two prompts. 15. “I made your favorite.” for Hunk and Lance, gen, please. Or 16. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” for Shiro and Lance, also gen. Obviously you don't have to do either if you don't want to. Thank you for considering!

It’s the 1000 Followers Special!  Based on these prompts.  Prompts are now closed.  Don’t want to see all 35 of these?  Block ‘1000 Followers Special’.  Can’t read on mobile?  These will slowly be posted to AO3 starting in a few days as ‘Hold Up Half the Sky’.  A huge thank you to Xagrok for the beta’ing!

(Shockingly, I picked the Shiro one)

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Lance jolted, nearly losing his balance and falling over.  Impressive, given that he was sitting, but he’d been resting all of his weight on his braced arms.  Turning, Lance saw Shiro in the doorway, one hand resting on the frame.

Shit.  Caught.

Lance shrugged elaborately, going for casual.  “I’m restless still,” he replied airily.  “Figured I’d mess around with something until I was ready for bed.  Get around all that energy from our awesome fight.”

Stepping over, Shiro nodded, not looking down at where Lance sat.  “I see.”  He glanced over the projected star map in front of Lance, depicting a very specific solar system, then looked back down.

Lance tried not to squirm.  He didn’t really manage.

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just friends...right?  -  seokmin (M)

Originally posted by fatenumberfor

summary; you two were friends…..just friends….no fucking going on here…..or at least….you thought so…..

genre: hello smut writing my old friend so yeah there’s mature themes and stuff 

a/n: to the anon who requested this i hope you like it as much as i liked writing this one! it was very fun to write ღ

he needs to not be rude lee seokmin please leave me al o N E 

“Oh, Seokmin? He’s just a friend.”

“Y/n? Yeah, she’s a great friend…just a friend.”

That was it, right? Just friends. Getting into college meant that a new beginning for you. Saying goodbye to your old, younger self, and grabbing a new image. This also meant a whole new variety of friends and new ways of thinking. And also……new experiences that came with those friends and those new ways of thinking. For example, there was one friend called Mingyu who taught you how to cook….and how not to burn the whole house down. There was also Seungkwan, who kept you company on rainy days while storms hit the shore, and while the sky was unsettled due to mother nature flipping her shit on everything. But honestly, the best friend you ever made was Seokmin. Tall, smile like an angel mixed with the sun’s energy, a master comedian who also has a great voice, and just….an awesome friend. But…being this close…kind of had it’s….pros and cons- the pros are, that you have an amazing friend who’s always just a hop, skip and jump away, whenever you needed cheering up! You also had an amazing friend who could make you smile loads. The cons….were the fact that people thought…under all that smiling…..you two were fucking. People thought that there was an underlying message.

“Hey Y/n…are you and Seokmin….you know…banging?”

“Hm? No, he’s just a really good friend. Where did that assumption come from?”

“Well….a couple kids thought that you two were…you know like friends with benefits…fuckbuddies….and I just came up to check if it was actually happening. There’s no problem if you guys are…it’s just that it’s gotten a lot of attention recently.”

“Huh…ok…well, me and Seokmin aren’t fucking. Nope, this is a strictly platonic thing we have going on. Nothing is being pounded, nothing is being screwed, nothing is being inserted into anything. Just friends.”

“Oh, ok, thanks for clearing that up, Y/n. See you on monday, and don’t forget to do the homework!”

“No problem, and I won’t, I’ll see you on monday.”

You mentioned to the class rep, waving to her as you exited the class. So wait, it wasn’t just her who thought you and Seokmin were getting at it….it was the whole class? A slight blush appeared on your cheeks, glancing over to all the other students coming out of their classes. You finished a little earlier than Seokmin, so you decided to head on back to the dorm. You and Seokmin didn’t share a dorm, but you gave him a spare key for whenever he wants to come visit you and stuff.A silent sigh left your lips, as you piled the scarf around your neck, keeping you warm in the winter day. It was the middle of January, and the city was expecting snow any time soon, so the temperature was bound to be below 0° celsius. Or below 32° fahrenheit. You shuffled your way to the dorm buildings, keeping yourself warm with the hot pack you had from the day before. Having hot packs are a god sent in winter, and you definitely needed this. You were able to get in before anyone else decided to stop and ask you if you were boning Seokmin in your dorm. That question really hit home for you….as you started to really question your friendship with Seokmin. Was it just a rumor that you heard, or was it something else? Yes, you had to admit, you two are quite skinshippy-huggy with each other, but that’s one of the reasons why you’re such good friends. Maybe the skinship is the reason why…? Shaking your head, you decided to text Seokmin, asking him to come over after his lesson finished.

[4:15 PM] From Y/n 🍯 💎™️ ©️ ®️: Hey Seokmin, can you come over after class?? we need to talk……😕

[4:17 PM] From SunSeok 🌞: yeah sure my lesson just finished and i was planning on coming anyways….everything alright??

[4:18 PM] From Y/n 🍯 💎™️ ©️ ®️: it’s…uh…

“…So wait…let me get this straight…”

Seokmin queried, completely perplexed about what you just told him. Lying next to him, you glanced up at Seokmin, then back to the bunk bed above. His arm being the only thing holding him up, he lied sideways, so that his gaze was always fixed on you and you only.


“Some people in your class…”


“Probably saw us hug..”

“You’re on the right track…”

“And they kind of just though…are we fucking?”

“Thats right.”

“And it’s been spread around your class…?”

“Bingo…but the class rep came up to me and asked about it, so that should be cleared up by now.”


You leered up to him again; oh no. He had that sort of mischievous…but guilty look on his face. You knew exactly what he was up to. You sighed, grabbing his attention again. Glancing down at you, he took one minute to scan you up and down, his thoughts going downtown, seeing you in just shorts and a t-shirt. A lower lip bite was the only thing to tell you that he had an idea, but it was kind of a bad idea too. 

Oh no, spill it Lee.”

You sat up on your bed, folding your arms, a peeved off glare slowly making its way over to him. You sighed, seeing him roll over, his hands holding up his head. He somehow managed to get your legs apart slightly, lying in between them. His arms bent, but over your hips, like a barricade of some sort. He glared up to you, then looked back down, his finger now tracing the outline of the running shorts you had on. Your face turned red again, just like it did when you were out in the cold, and when you were in the hallway.

“You’re thinking of something that will probably cause some trouble, so spill it. Now.”

“Alright, alright, hold your horses. I was thinking…one time wouldn’t hurt…right?”

One time, huh?

“One time? Of course it would…we both said that we’re not interested in each other in that way, so what’s with the change of plan?”

“A lot of people say that…if you bang with a friend….it’s either one of two things…experimental or it’s a friends with benefits thing…”

You remember the class rep bringing that up when she was talking to you in the classroom, but you thought you wouldn’t hear that word for a while, not until you got back to class on monday morning.

“Won’t it be awkward after though?”

Wait, you’re actually considering it? After that change, from being the -slightest- fuck girl, to actually staying on track with work, you were actually considering it again?

“Shouldn’t be. They say it helps grow the friendship. A lot of people have fuck buddies because they don’t have time for a boyfriend or girlfriend or partner. I even heard little miss class rep has one.”

“Wait, she does?”

“Of course, I saw her leaving Mingyu’s dorm one day as I was going to class. Her hair looked messy, just like she was fucked, real good.”

“One Seokmin I know you’re joking, and two, is this all true?”

“I’m not joking….maybe we should do this…maybe we should eb fuck buddies…and this is what I’ve heard from other people, including Seungkwan.”

As bad as it sounded…you kind of lived by Seungkwan’s word. You couldn’t pin-point what was going on in that moment, but you felt your heart beating faster, his fingers now touching bare skin, above the shorts. The blush was coming back, but worse than before, Your ears started to turn a pink-ish colour too. It was getting bad, and you were thinking…hey…maybe it’s not too bad.

“Really? I’m still not sure…”

You lied. You actually did. You didn’t want to seem too interested in doing this, just incase you didn’t want to do this. But…you had to show some interest in doing this…you saw the pros and cons of this, like you did before. The pros of it being that you were…going to find out what Seokmin is really like, his true character underneath that light hearted surface. You were also getting dick, which is an alright thing in your books. The cons….being that you weren’t sure if you two were ever going to be the same…just like what you two were doing, sitting like that, and like before. You kind of just thought to yourself…wait….what if it goes well…? then my friendship with Seokmin might be stronger. Whatever the outcome was, you were sure glad about your dorm mate being on that skiing trip, and she wouldn’t be back until this time next week. 

“Listen….let’s just try it once…you never know until you try…and if it doesn’t work out, then we know that it won’t get to this stage again…ok Y/n?”

You thought about it for a while, longer than you would like, but…in the end…the pros did outweigh the cons. And besides, you were just a couple metres away from saying fuck it and making him take you right there. A small but sultry smile appeared on your lips as you observed him, getting up. 

“Is this happening?”

He asked, his hand rubbing his neck, the other being up against the top bunk bed. Staring down to you, the look in his eyes turned from a look of a sweet nature, to a hot, inviting, but rather sensual look. You never found out if he had ever had sex before, but you kind of knew that he knew exactly what he was doing, just from that glare.

“I…guess so. Yeah, it is happening.”

You announced, seeing him nod, and watching his smile turn from, again, sweet-natured to provocative and titillating. He went to close the door, and the curtains too, the room suddenly becoming dimmer than before. Coming back over, halfway, you saw him slowly take his shirt off. This was more a lust rather than love thing, but you did exactly the same. The temptations ran high in you, keeping you and your heart on the edge. Seokmin didn’t show, but his mind was going wild at the sight of your chest, covered by a simple bra. You definitely saw that his…little friend was going wild, the bulge in his trousers growing slightly.  

“Come on, bra off too.”

He demanded, you knew who was in charge this time. A simple nod, followed by you pulling down the straps, unclasping it and slipping it off. Now his dick was getting excited.  Moving back down so you could lie down, you didn’t realise how….nice Seokmin’s body was. Lightly shaking your head and closing your eyes, you felt Seokmin’s body heat as he clambered over you, being right above you. 

“You taking charge? Or should I?”

“You try..”

You mumbled, opening your eyes. You also didn’t realise how close he had gotten to you, with every breath making your bodies collide and come together. Your arms already found a placement; shoulders. His shoulders were…more broader than you thought, your arms comfortably resting around them. Then, your eyes locked, and somehow…there were fireworks going off in your head. When someone says this, they normally think it has something to do with love, like pink fireworks. Nope, the fireworks in your mind were red, lust. His legs adjusted themselves, one leg being placed in between yours, sitting right in between. There wasn’t a gap, just right, in between. Just with his leg between yours, you already felt that similar and unforgiving feeling you feel when you get excited. Yeah, you could feel your panties just getting drenched already, just by him being above you.


“As I’ll ever be, Seokmin.”

You replied, the gap between you two getting smaller and smaller by the second, until you felt his lips graze yours, just ever so slightly. It was the first time you’d ever kissed Seokmin, and to tell you the truth, you were…kind of missing out. His lips were soft like cotton candy, pressing up against yours. Sooner or later, the kiss was about to deepen, and so it did. His tongue barely stroked your bottom lip, but you opened your mouth little by little, inviting his tongue into your mouth. As soon as it was in your mouth, his tongue explored your mouth a little, with your tongue caressing his. It also wasn’t long until he started to explore your body with his hand, the other holding himself up above you. That hand soon became attached to your chest, grabbing a handful of your breast while he was at it. Steadily, as you felt your underwear get that tiny bit more damp, your grip on his shoulders tightened. You know what else started to tighten? His grip on you. The hand that was just casually grabbing your chest, moved down your body, lining the outside of your shorts with his fingers. Of course, this made you tense up a little, your hips bucking against his leg. He noticed. Oh, he definitely noticed what you just did. 

“You gonna do that again?”

“If you do that again, then sure.”

Seokmin teased, parting away from your lips. You teased back and gave a little childish scowl, your words being interrupted by the hand that was invading your shorts. Slipping lower and lower, his nimble fingers found your weak spot; your clit. That’s the first time for you, that someone had ever found it so quickly. Rubbing it gently through the material of your underwear, you felt those little spark you would normally get when you got excited, pulsating through you. Leaning back in, this time, his prime target was your neck. He didn’t even go slow and steady, like he did with your lips; oh no, full frontal biting and sucking. There was no stopping him now. His excitement increased, just by the sound of your small but heavy moans and your hitched breathing too. He found out there was more fun inside your underwear, so his hand came up, then back down again. You felt those surges of pleasure run through you again, but this time, they were 10x better, since it was skin on skin contact. Rubbing,,,wasn’t clearly wasn’t enough for Seokmin, he needed a little bit more fun from you. His hand then passed your clit, and went straight in for the kill. But, there wasn’t enough room to move; time to call upon the multitasker. While making more love bites on your skin, he pulled both your shorts and underwear down to your thighs with only one hand, the other still exploring your body to the fullest. The other hand then stopped exploring, holding himself above you again. Feeling his fingers going back under you sent shivers down your spine, keeping you in check. You were surely going to moan his name out any minute, but that wasn’t the point. He was…making you feel good. For a while, yeah, you had to admit his fingers felt really, really good. But you needed him, and you needed him now. 


“You want it now?”



He teased again. You were so close to just saying “Seokmin you utter prick just put your dick in me” but…that would be a total mood killer. Shit. You didn’t say anything, just a solid nod, trying to get your breathing back to normal. After all, he was making your heart race x3 more than it normally would. Your gaze was fixed on his crotch, watching him unbuckle his trousers and taking them down, along with his boxers. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, you were….shocked. How? Why? You kind of….imagines before…how big he was. It was a secret that you would take to your grave, and….a truthful one at that. He was bigger than you imagined. His hands gripped your legs, giving them a little grope, too. His dirty secret was that he loved your thighs to death. they were his favourite thing about you, thinking in terms of fucking you.Seokmin aligned himself with you, sliding in almost immediately. Then, the prolonged moan that you had to let out was freed almost immediately, your mind going to mush. Thrusting in and out, the small breaths that came out of Seokmin, turned into grunts. He leaned back over to you, his lips finding yours. Muffled moans from both of you, your tongues started to swirl around again. Your hands immediately found themselves hooked up on his shoulders, with one hand having your fingers run through his hair. A little tugging too. WIth every pump and thrust, you let your brain go wild, your breathing became unsettled again. Parting away from your lips, he lodged his head in between you neck, but this time, he was giving no mercy to the other side of your neck, covering it in hundreds of little bites. Your head started to tilt back, you had to admit….he was good. So good. With his hands still fixated on your thighs, you could feel his grip getting tighter and tighter with every thrust, his nails digging into you. He was close to climaxing, and so were you. A couple deep breaths and moans were enough to send you packing, you hitting the point of pleasure almost immediately. Your signal to him that you climaxed, was one of the loudest moans you had ever let out, with a couple more trailing out after. He was close too, taking himself out from you. His hand left your thigh, starting to jerk himself off at the sight of your body. Then, he reached his climax too, fluids slowly spilling out. He managed to jizz on your stomach…your chest…and your face too. Miraculously, he got none on the sheets. Good going, Seokmin, gold star for you. You both had the same glare in your eyes, that said ‘that was great…can we do it again’. This went on for a good 30 seconds, while your gazes softened. You, still lying on the bed….still covered in his fluid, with a childish and tired smile approaching your lips. His lips were curved upwards, the same smile on his face too. 

“How was that?”

He asked, pulling his boxers up again, buckling his belt up. He was able to go out the room quickly to grab you a towel, just to clean yourself. And there you were. Just lying down naked on your bed, looking up to the top of the bunk bed again. Giving you the towel, you wiped yourself, placing your underwear back on after. 

“That wasn’t…so bad…fuckbuddy.”

You said, still regaining your breath. His eyes widened a little, as he laid down next to you, sitting up quickly. He seemed….really excited about it. You couldn’t help but to smile at his childish nature, even after he gave you the best nailing you’ve ever experienced. 

“Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah. It was pretty good, and I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

“That’s great…so we can do it any time…?”

“As long as my roommate isn’t in, or if we do it in your dorm. Or the bathroom. Yeah, the bathroom’s soundproof for some reason.”


“Yeah….it’s weird…”

You said, glancing back over to Seokmin, who was just nodding. Another smile appeared on your face, you rhead just..finding it’s way to his shoulder, just lying there. It was…a cute bonding moment. You didn’t feel awkward with him after that, and you felt that your friendship with Seokmin has gotten stronger through this. Most friends would turn to dating after this, but everything was the same. Friends with benefits. 

“Hey Y/n.”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“My dog used to chase people on bikes. It was getting really bad.”

“Hm? I didn’t–”

“It got so bad that we had to take his bike away.”

“Oh…poor do– wait….”

You said, turning to him, a confused and slightly annoyed face starting to show, while Seokmin was just cracking up beside you. You let out a little laugh too, seeing that it was a good and bad joke at the same time. You realised…that your friendship was just more than this, it was special. You really did appreciate Seokmin being your friend, and now, since you two shared this experience, you guys are now closer than ever before.

hello-tarpon  asked:

So in the two padawan verse, the first one obi said he doesn't want to be kicked out. As much as qui seems like a better master, so was bandomeer still a problem? With qui and anakin is his self esteem better than in canon? Does anakin know about how obi almost didn't make it? Lots of questions... thank you, I love all of the new works!

Tapping his fingers against the others rib cage, Anakin smiled in contentment. They were all alone, resting in the sun, no one around to judge them and nothing stressing to do since their masters were handling the main negotiation since they were considered ‘too young’ by the standards of the planet to join in.

So they did katas together, sparred, made sure the apartment and meals were ready for when their masters came back and enjoined their time together.

Like this picnic on the grassy hill Obi-Wan had suggested, the other padawan face glowing with contentment at the idea of a private date away from prying eyes.

Which lead to the empty containers in the basket and the blanket they were currently spooning on, Anakin as the big spoon with his fingers gently tracing patterns on Obi-Wan’s ribs.

He hummed and pressed a soft kiss behind Obi-Wan’s ear, feeling no rush but only enjoyment.

“…Qui-Gon almost didn’t take me as his padawan you know.” Obi-Wan murmured and Anakin’s hand curled possessively over the others ribcage, frowning into his neck.  


“When I was an Initiate. I almost aged out.” Obi-Wan rested a hand over Anakin’s, stroking slowly with his fingertips. “Scratch that, I did age out really. He was…damaged by his second apprentice and didn’t want another despite Yoda trying to make him take me on.” He mused down at their hands, smiling a bit at how Anakin was digging in the tips of his fingers.

“…That’s why you’re always working so hard.” He whispered. “You already know what its like to be left behind…” Anakin slid his arm more tightly around Obi-Wan, pulling him firmly back against his chest.

“Qui-Gon…got better. I honestly think after Melida/Daan, Mace interfered, around the time he took you as a padawan actually, made him see the healers.” Obi-Wan hummed, tilting his head when Anakin pressed a gentle kiss to his neck.

“Well good, you deserve to be treated well.” The taller padawan murmured, unable to understand why no one…

How could they have let him age out?

Why did no one…

Obi-Wan must have caught onto his trail of thought. “A lot of master’s considered me too…unstable. Too emotional. Weird perhaps now but that’s what they saw back then.” He sighed a bit before curling more back against Anakin. “It used to make me worry though, that I’d get thrown out if I didn’t…”

“Mesure up?” Anakin whispered, understanding the insecurity. “…I heard about the Melida/Daan incident. How you…”

“Depending on who you ask, I was either abandoned for doing the thing a Jedi was suppose to do or left the Order to help a lost cause.” Obi-Wan sighed then shifted, turning around until he was facing the other.

Anakin instantly shifted his hand up around Obi-Wan’s body, holding around the others shoulder and cupping the back of his head, resting forehead against forehead. Obi-Wan responded by wrapping his arms around Anakin’s lower back, fingers rubbing the small of his back with a small smile on his lips.

“But…that’s the past. I see a future now that…makes me happy.”

“I hope that future includes me.” Anakin pressed a soft kiss to the others lips.

“I does if you continue to feed me.” Obi-Wan laughed quietly, giving a happy little sigh when Anakin laughed.

“I’d do anything you’d ask, you only need to voice it. My soul belongs to you.” He pulled Obi-Wan bit more firmly to him, possessiveness, worry and greed curling his stomach as much as love.

“Well then…I saw a cream pie in the basket. I’d love to have a slice.” Obi-Wan grinned, trying to ease the mood that had descended with the quietly whispered words.

It worked, Anakin laughed for him and shifted, sitting up to pull the basket closer to them.

On one memorable Valentines day Ryan gives the whole crew hearts. Not chocolate hearts or candy hearts or even heart-shaped balloons, oh no. Fresh, hand-picked, unequivocally human hearts. More thoughtful than any store-bought gift if he does say so himself.

They’re carefully thought out, each presented differently; If Ryan’s going to do something then he’s going to do it right, wasn’t about to just throw slabs of bleeding meat down on the table and call it a day - he’s not an animal.

While it took the longest to obtain, Geoff’s is the  most simple. Sitting in a basic cooler, nothing fancy, easy to identify and not meant to last. For Geoff the gift is not the organ itself but the inevitable demise of the man it came from, the involuntary donor who’s crew will no longer be trying to push their way into Los Santos.

For Jack there is a necklace, long and elegantly simple, the tapered rose-gold vial engraved with a small heart that makes her smile. Its unassuming, decorative and fashionable, perfectly belying the way the lid is sealed shut to preserve the ash within.

Ryan has never stuffed a heart with explosives before, hadn’t quite anticipated the difficulty of it, but his efforts are instantly rewarded by the involuntary way Michael snorts into laughter at the sight of the fuse snaking out of an artery. Its impossible not to join in when it goes off, humour infectious as Michael’s eyes light up, bellowing his amusement as gore rains down around them.

Ray receives what another might consider a serial killer’s love letter. A dismembered hand left in his favourite spot points him in the direction of a warehouse containing carefully arranged entrails which in turn lead to a breadcrumb trail of teeth. Thoroughly entertained Ray follows blood and gore all around the city before finding himself on the roof of an open-air parking garage, a giant blood red heart painted across the floor with the real deal placed carefully at its centre.

Gavin’s heart is in a ornamental jar, carefully preserved, bloodless and somewhat alien in appearance. It’s an almost shocking display of thoughtfulness, concession to the fact that Gavin, of all of them, would be the most disgusted, yet also somehow the one most likely to want to keep his gift. When he doesn’t have to smell it, feel the muscle gone cold in his hands, deal with the red stain of someone else’s life, Gavin is really quite delighted with the whole deal. Absolutely horrified, sure, but in that squirmy gleeful kind of way he gets, amused by his own revulsion, calling Ryan disturbing and lovely in the same breath.

Jeremy, who knows he definitely hasn’t been with them long enough to warrant a heart of his own (thank god?) watches it all play out with a bizarre mixture of amusement, horror and the tiniest pang of longing that comes along with feeling left out. At least until Ryan appears before him, as silent and terrifying as always, and thrusts a black plastic bag into his hands before ghosting away. The moment of shocked dread (whereupon Jeremy instantly realises that yeah nope warm-fuzzies of being included aside he did not need a human heart in his life actually thanks) is instantly washed away by helpless laughter when he opens the bag and catches sight of the anatomically-correct toy heart smiling cheerfully back at him.