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

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.


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
Wedding Bells

 Today was the day.

The day that she’d 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.However, 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.

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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so i’ve read a LOT of matsuhana recently in preparation for this, but @youkaihime asked for matsuhana fic recs! 

here is my first list list of good mastuhanas, as this is my second.

(in order of when i read them… mostly)

Wet Your Whistle by darkmagicalgirl

Hanamaki gets a job as a bartender. Matsukawa likes his uniform. (Alternatively: Matsukawa tries to ignore his huge crush on his friend-with-benefits. He fails.)

the whole friends with benefits thing.. you know how this goes *wiggles eyebrows* plus makki’s vulnerability just fuck me up

stranger things by laubear/ @pizzawitch

In 2012, the men’s national volleyball team took home the bronze at the Asian Cup. Tokyo Skytree opened to the public. Also, the dashing Hanamaki Takahiro and painfully cool Matsukawa Issei started a radio show out of Aoba Johsai’s abandoned A/V room and accidentally became the two most popular guys in school.

they got a radio show and its cool as Heck. that mutual pining tho. this fic feeds my soul, and it’s got that feeling of nostalgia hanging over it

yeah, this is Long

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anonymous asked:

I've never seen this discussed, but I was thinking about how the Winter Soldier is a legend and a ghost, always concealed. Yet they sent him after the Starks unmasked. I guess they knew Howard would recognize him and they wanted that, but it still seems a weird thing to do. With Steve it's obvious, they knew it gave WS the advantage because Cap didn't want to kill him, but the Starks hardly seemed a threat. Sure it was psychological, but what was the point if they die fast? Got meta?

Okay, so, I really need to organize my meta. Because I swear I’ve read at least one meta post that talks about the mask and the inconsistency of its use throughout the movies. But I have almost forty pages of meta on my blog and I can’t seem to find it. I may not have reblogged it, in which case I fear it’s lost to the depths of Tumblr. (Can anyone help with this?)

For lack of resources to point you to, anon, let me ramble a bit and see if anything comes out of it.

From a storytelling standpoint, the mask is primarily for us, the viewers, so that we can have a dramatic identity reveal in Winter Soldier.

Or, really, I should say the mask is primarily for Steve because I think pretty much everyone in the audience knew the Winter Soldier was Bucky all along. Losing the mask simply confirmed it. However, the audience wants to see Steve have the revelation for himself, the moment of recognition. (And to this day that moment remains one of my favorite scenes in the entirety of the MCU. It was beautifully staged, and perfectly acted. Chris Evans emoted so much fear/hope/disbelief in one whispered, “Bucky?” and then Sebastian Stan contrasted that painfully with his flat reply, “Who the hell is Bucky?” I could go on about that exchange for ages.)

After that, the mask isn’t really needed. It served its purpose for the dramatic reveal and the story kind of… forgets it. 

Wouldn’t it have been great to have Steve in Civil War realize, “Oh! That guy who bombed the UN? He isn’t wearing a mask and Bucky definitely knew to wear a mask to hide his identity when he was dismantling governments and destroying world order, so that’s probably not him.” 

Give your old pal some credit, Steve. Sheesh. He was a professional sniper and knew how to be sneaky even before Hydra caught him. There’s a reason you haven’t been able to find him for the last two years. 

But I digress. 

Ostensibly the reason Bucky doesn’t have the mask for Civil War is again for the sake of storytelling. We need Howard to recognize him and say his name and for the Winter Soldier to look straight into the security feed so there’s no doubt whatsoever that James Buchanan Barnes, Steve Rogers’ best friend, killed Tony’s parents. That makes it possible for Tony to react immediately, without having to pause to question whether or not it’s actually Bucky (it thus prevents Tony from thinking things through and reacting with a clearer head). It serves the heat of the storytelling more than it serves a common sense, fully developed backstory for the use of the mask. 

I mean, we could say that Howard’s death is the inciting incident that makes the mask necessary. The Winter Soldier was both recognized and caught on camera on the night of December 16, 1991. It was apparently a big enough deal that detailed Hydra records led Zemo to seek out that specific tape, sight unseen, knowing without a doubt the rift it would cause between Steve and Tony. 

I wonder how much trouble the Winter Soldier’s handlers had to go through to get that security tape into their hands? (Because please imagine them freaking out about Peggy Carter finding out Bucky was still alive and a brainwashed captive of Hydra. She may have been getting on in years, but I have no doubt Hydra operatives were still actively terrified of her. She was there when Steve vowed revenge for Bucky. Steve died to avenge Bucky. There’s no way she wouldn’t take it personally if she found out Bucky was still alive. Same goes for the rest of the Howling Commandos.)

That being said, it seems kind of silly for Hydra to make that realization so late into the game. Even petty thieves know well enough to obscure their identities. 

So, we could say Howard’s death is the inciting incident, but it doesn’t make much sense if it was. Because that leaves about forty-odd years where the Winter Soldier was operating without a mask. And the chance he’d be recognized by former friends and family was a lot higher earlier on in his “career.”

At one point in the past—there’s no way to know if it was before or after Howard’s death—the Winter Soldier was photographed with his mask on. In Winter Solider, computer-incarnated Zola shuffles through a series of historical images, including this one. 

It’s hard to tell for sure, but the Winter Soldier seems to be wearing the mask here. Of course, the irony is that the arm and the star make him 100% identifiable. The difference being the arm identifies him as a weapon and an agent of Hydra, not as a person with a name and a history of his own. It doesn’t particularly matter if anyone sees the arm and, in fact, adds to the chilling mythos of the ghost story. Regular men don’t have metal arms. Monsters without faces have metal arms.

The mask obscures Bucky’s identity and it dehumanizes him. (It’s also an inverse of Captain America’s helmet, which I think is simply brilliant costuming.) Not only does it serve a practical purpose in keeping anyone from knowing who he is, it furthers Hydra’s subtle fear tactics by making the arm the Winter Solider’s identifying mark. Hydra had every reason to want to use the mask from the very beginning. 

If we try to make sense of the use of the mask in the context of the marvel universe, without breaking the fourth wall, and setting aside its presence (or lack thereof) as an obvious function of targeted storytelling goals, I think we’re only left with two options: Either Hydra deliberately sent the Winter Soldier after the Starks without a mask, or Bucky took the mask off himself. 

Bucky’s not really giving us any clues here, so…

Reasons Hydra might want to unmask the Winter Soldier, knowing he’d be recognized: 1.) To throw Howard off, just in case he was armed. The man built weapons for a living. It’s not unreasonable to assume he might be armed with something that could kill a super soldier. But if that super soldier was a former friend and ally? He might be less likely to defend himself and less likely to attack, thus giving the Winter Soldier room to maneuver. 2.) Sheer pettiness. Wanting to gloat. Letting Howard know with his dying breath that Hydra was still alive and well and that his obsessive work on duplicating the super soldier serum wasn’t going to create another Captain America, but something much worse. 

Reasons Bucky might have taken the mask off: Depending on how long he was out of cryo, his memories could have been coming back. Some part of him could have remembered the name of his target and he might have wanted to be identified—either to be saved or punished. But the programming was still enough in control that he couldn’t stop himself from completing the mission. 

Those are my best guesses, at least. I doubt Marvel’s creative team has given it much thought (though I would be delighted to be proven wrong in subsequent films). Does anyone out there remember any other meta posts about Bucky’s mask? Or have anything more to contribute for this anon? Please reply or reblog with your own thoughts/theories/headcanons! :)

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. 

lightreyofthestars  asked:

Sciles prompt as requested: I'm a sucker for pining so pls tell me about some of the times they almost kissed but didn't

They’re thirteen, and Scott’s sure his crush on Stiles is unrequited, but sometimes Stiles looks at him like he’s the last slice of pie, the ticking of the minute hand a second before home time, or his favorite destination, and Scott wonders: maybe?

So he asks Stiles over for the night, with mostly innocent intentions. More because he wants to spend time with him. Not because he has designs. (But. He has designs. He just doesn’t have the words to articulate them yet.) 

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No Place Like Home

The future is a different country. Sometimes it’s hard to find home. 

A What If Peggy (with the Serum) was in the ice with Steve AU (Steggy Secret Santa gift for @bisexualhayesmorrisons)

Note: This is… slightly more melancholy in tone than I’d really intended, especially at the beginning, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Also, this is not compliant with Peggy’s backstory in S2.

“I’ve gotta put her in the water,” Steve said, looking at her as she fiddled with the radio, trying to get someone on the line.

She didn’t acknowledge the words. She focused on the panel in front of her, but her shoulders were tense and the red nails of her empty hand bit into her palm. They had both looked at the instruments panel. It didn’t take fluency to know that whatever Schmidt had pressed earlier had locked them on course to New York. There wasn’t any choice, and they both knew it. The plane had to go down, and the only way to accomplish that now was to do it manually.


She looked over at him, her hair mussed and falling in her eyes after the fighting with Schmidt. She watched him with resignation for a moment. She’d always known there was the possibility that they might not live to see the end of the war, but right now it was overwhelming. She sighed and went still, when Steve reached out to take her hand, gently pressing his gloved fingers against her clenched ones, prompting her fingers uncurling to wrap tightly around his. Some of the tension ebbed away from her frame, but there was a fear there that wouldn’t be assuaged with a mere touch.

“If I could just find the bloody frequency-” Peggy grumbled, adjusting the radio panel with her free hand. There was a pop and crackle before static.

“I’m sorry, Peggy.”

She sighed. “I know.”

Ice stretched across the horizon, a white blanket. There was a moment of regret and pain for all the things neither of them would get to see now. All those plans and promises they’d both acknowledged but never quite made were going to end here in the cold. When Steve let go of her hand to take hold of the stick, Peggy laid her hand on top of his and nodded.

Together, they pushed, sending the plane careening down toward the ice below.

“I guess we won’t make that dance after all,” Steve said, looking at her. He laughed, a sad chuckle that sent a lance through her heart. “Probably for the best, I would have hated to step on your toes.”

Peggy was tempted to laugh. Of all the things for him to worry about- even if it was for nothing. “Far worse things have happened to me than you stepping on my toes, Steve.”

He smiled sadly. “We could have had the band play something slow.”

Peggy woke gasping, a sharp prickle running across her skin like needles. It was a feeling of ice in her veins. She had dreamed of the crash before, the feeling of the wind and the cold and the searing pain that followed. It was never the same twice, sometimes she dreamed of other horrors: of the Schmidt’s red skull laughing as the plane went down in flames and the feel of blood pooling at her feet and covering her hands.

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heartbreakerslove  asked:

Heya Heya ~ I really love your blog ! 💕💕 SO I had this idea .. could you do some headcanons about the RFA (+ V and Unknown pretty please ) about learning that MC didn't got her first kiss yet and them giving it to her ? Thank you so much if you do it 🌻🌻💗- HAVE AN AMAZING DAY/NIGHT-

Waaooow thank you so much!! This is a cute ask I love it! Also friendly reminder I already include V in all of my RFA asks bc 1) he’s part of RFA hello and 2) he must be included and protected QAQ 

  • Zen: BITCH HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH YOU and the fact that he’s your first with everything literally makes his heart soar! Canonically he kisses you that night at his apartment after he saves ur ass, but once he realizes that was your first kiss he almost melts. He takes you out on romantic date and sweeps you off your feet. Kisses you again “to make up for the first time” ;) Makes you feel special and loved 
  • Jaehee: !!!!!!! She can’t believe she gets the honor of taking your first kiss! She honestly tears up a bit and holds your hand really tight. Gets flustered at first but calms herself down. Tells you she really wants to kiss you now and gives you a gentle, soft kiss. Blushes a lot afterwards and smiles like crazy. “I’m so glad I’m your first, MC. Thank you for waiting for me.”
  • Yoosung: OHohOhoHO he’s deep crimson when you tell him. “M-me too!” he whispers shyly, staring directly at the floor but holding your hands tight. “That’s neat!!” Stiffens up around you 24/7 until you suggest they kiss, sputters at first but finally agrees. He smashes into ur nose the first time and falls apart, apologizing 100 times until you convince him ur not mad. Then he kisses you again, slower this time, and its rly nice and sweet and he buries his head in ur neck, totally embarrassed. “Thank you for letting me be your first MC!”
  • Jumin: The bitch smirks at you. The fuck- “Of course. I’m glad all of you belongs to me, even your first kiss.” Fuck you, but also fuck me, amirite? “As a big event in a young woman’s life, it must be special.” Proceeds to romance the shit out of you at a candle lit dinner, treats you like a queen. He takes you out underneath the stars (in another beautiful dress he bought you) and kisses you long, deep, and lovingly. “I’m yours, and you’re mine, forever.”
  • Seven: He doesn’t even give you time to finish your sentence before he grabs you by your face and starts making out with you. At first you’re overwhelmed but it becomes clear very quickly that he’s really good at kissing. When he finally pulls away, breathing heavily, a string of saliva connecting your lips, he grins mischievously and whispers, “Well, now that’s taken care of. Any other firsts you wanna knock outta the way?” He delights in how red you turn, and then he hugs you gently. “I’m kidding. We can go as slow as you need. I just need you to know that I’ve been wanting to do that for a while and I couldn’t contain myself anymore!” He chuckles and adds, “I’m so glad I’m your first, MC. Thank you.”
  • V: Oh wow Jesus this pure man just blushes slightly, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “…I see.” He reaches up to stroke your cheek, staring down at your lips for a moment. “Are you interested in changing that?” You can practically feel your heart jump into your throat as you barely manage a “Yes.” He leans forward and kisses you sweetly, gently, his other arm moving to your lower back and caressing you. He hums softly, murmuring, “You taste sweet.” A blush completely floods through your face, and he smiles, laughing. “You’re so cute. Thank you for telling me. I’m honored to be your first.” You make out some more, but softly, and it’s totally great
  • Uknown: He crosses his arms and looks away. “Well, why would you want to tell me that?” he snarks, scowling. But you know him well enough- you can see the slight blush on his cheeks. Later that evening, he silently plops down next to you on the couch, arms still folded. After a few moment’s pause, he clears his throat and says, “So, did you tell me about that kiss thing, because you wanted to kiss me? Or…?” When you look at him in surprise, he suddenly shouts, “NEVERMIND” and jumps up. You stand up, too, though, reassuring him you’re not angry or embarrassed. “I just mean, you know, if it’s bothering you or whatever, I can take care of it, for you,” he says quickly, averting his eyes from yours. When you give your consent, his face steels, and he comes in quickly for a kiss. Low key he sort of halfway misses and ends up kissing your upper lip. He gets so embarrassed that he leaves angrily and you realize it was his first too. Later, you find him sulking in his room. “Why don’t we try again?” you say, smiling. He looks up at you, surprised, and then frowns again. “…Is that what you want?” he mutters. “Yes.” “Fine,” he huffs, and you proceed to have a great time together. ;)

juszaawik  asked:

Hello, it's me again :* i saw u didn't have a punk tag, and my question is if u know any fics that include punk!derek and punk!stiles? Remember to smile because it's worth it, okey? :* i love u! <3

punk!derek | punk!stiles


And Also, I Love You by alisvolatpropiis (1/1 | 7,155 | NC17)

Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.

Cliche by adult_disneyprincess (orphan_account) (2/2 | 9,305 | PG13)

It’s cliché as shit, Stiles thinks. The nerd in love with the punk. He figures he wouldn’t want Derek Hale so much if he didn’t have those fucking tattoos everywhere, didn’t give a shit what people thought about him, and didn’t wear those stupid leather jackets. They’re not the same jacket either, Stiles has counted at least four different ones that the resident punk owns

If We’re Talking Body (You Got a Perfect One) by alisvolatpropiis (1/1 | 3,891 | NC17)

“What? Paint me?” At first, Stiles thinks that maybe Derek wants to paint a portrait of him, which is hella freaking weird, but then, judging by the heat he sees in his eyes, he knows that’s not exactly what Derek has in mind. Okay, so the guy is hot, talented, rude, and probably a little insane. Stiles is really regretting not running background checks on all of the building’s tenants before moving in. Laura Hale offered him such a good deal, he should have known there was a catch.

Like having to live underneath her obscenely hot brother who gets stoned and paints all night and says ridiculous things to the half-naked cop that barges into his apartment unannounced in the middle of the night.

You Are My Home by orphan_account (1/1 | 2,302 | G)

Loosely inspired by oakseer’s post on Tumblr: “what would happen if punk au combined with daddy derek i think it would result in my body shaking apart”.

We’ll Weather the Storm by hazelNuts (1/1 | 2,572 | PG13)

anonymous asked,“Punks can get scared of thunder storms too”

When Derek and Stiles get paired up for a school trip, Derek thinks it’s going to be disaster. Because Stiles is mouthy and smart and gorgeous, and that’s exactly Derek’s type.


Birds of a Feather Fuck Together by calrissian18, maichan808 (maichan) (1/1 | 26,144 | NC17)

Laura is a crusader without a cause, Stiles dances like the whole world’s betrayed him and Derek’s having trouble getting both feet outside his door.

cute little spawn from hell by wearing_tearing (2/2 | 2,169 | NC17)

Derek blinks, surprised. “Are you—”

“Leaving, yes,” Stiles nods vehemently.

“—afraid of babies?”

Enemy of My Enemy by calrissian18 (1/1 | 8,043 | NC17)

Stiles blinks hard. He can’t argue that he’s not quite all there, a little woozier than he would like, but he’s done more difficult things a lot worse off. The wolf didn’t know shit and Stiles sure as hell didn’t need him. He huffs out a little laugh into his own chest, leaning back against the armrest and chin dropped to his sternum, head lolling slightly. His eyelids are heavier than they were a minute ago. “What makes you think I wouldn’t use the opportunity to gut you? I hunt werewolves for sport, and so does everyone I have left.”

A careful claw tilts his chin up and it takes Stiles’ eyes a second to bring the face in front of him into stark relief. “You can barely keep your eyes open,” the wolf says softly, “I don’t think you have the upper hand now, human.”

The End As We Know It by PrinceKavi (12/? | 15,630 | NC17)

Stiles is kicked out of the pack. Well not intentionally but combined with being left behind by his bestfriend , Jacksons bullying and his Dads disappointed looks, Stiles is pretty ready for it. That doesn’t mean it hurts anyless. So he ditches the layers, makes friends with the punk rock feminists in Beacon Hills and even jumps into a mosh pit. But, for some reason Derek Hale is still on his mind, his hands keep sparking and theres this weird book in his moms closet that has some weird witch brews in it.

Why is junior year so complicated?

BORN VILLAIN by whokilledcodyosmond (15/15 | 110,823 | R)

Stiles is a troubled young hacker at odds with his father, the Chief of Police in Beacon City. After a chance meeting with a handsome but dangerous man, he learns it isn’t always obvious who the bad guys are.

and again by punkhale (1/1 | 3,471 | PG13)

Stiles likes Christmas, he does, but there’s only so many times a guy can hear “Jingle Bells” before seriously contemplating taking a bat to the radio and smashing it into a hundred pieces.


Write Me a Song You Tortured Soul by dearjayycee (1/1 | 2,129 | R)

The first time Stiles ever saw Derek he was standing at the back of a dingy bar, trying to not get caught, Scott at his side. Stiles fell in love instantly, what a cliche. There was just something about the way the man sang…It made his heart melt. 

Hale Storm by iamfrenchy (1/1 | 4,686 | G)

Stiles Stilinski wowed the world when he stepped on stage, he took the world by storm with the help of his band and they were famous, they got to play music and be punk rockers every single day. Derek Hale is in the up and coming punk rock band and when people start calling him the new Stiles, Stiles takes notice.

Or the one where Stiles and Derek are famous and they like each other and write music together.

One Word Prompt Challenge: "Falling"

You could fall asleep just about anywhere. In fact, that’s what you were known for among your friends. Heck, they probably thought you were narcoleptic or something. No one really seemed to mind, you always slept when you were done with the task at hand and in someplace where people didn’t have to step over you to get to where they were going. 

Once you fell asleep on a long plane ride while traveling with this band you were selling merchandise for. This was one of the more acceptable times to conk out and it seemed like the people around you had the same idea. You hadn’t intended on sleeping, it started off with you leaning your head against the plane window just watching the clouds pass. But then the next thing you knew, you were opening your eyes in a dark cabin with only a sea of plaid before them. Crap, you had moved during your rest and settled your head against the shoulder of your beanie-clad seat partner. Said beanie was now pulled over his eyes and he was sound sleep. Or so you thought, because as soon as you moved to lean your body back on your side of the uncomfortably stiff plane seat, he spoke up. ” ‘s okay,” he sighed out, his voice rough with sleep, “my shoulder is probably better than these damn seats anyway.”

Another time, you fell asleep on the couch of the tour bus. It was after a exhausting long day, three shows in one day. You had no clue how the band was still standing, much less fully functional. They were finishing up the last meet and greet and you were in charge of getting the merch packed and back under the bus, ready for the next show. Your back hurt from the constant rhythm of pick a box up, setting it down, and pushing it into its place in the jigsaw like configuration of stuff that went under the bus. Once the last box was in its place, you shut the door with a slam and trudge up the bus stairs, barely making it long enough to flop face first onto the leather couch. The band came barreling onto the bus mere seconds later and you let out a small groan, sitting upright so that there was space for everyone. The main trio sit across from you, two of them probably talking about their next video and the others settled in on the other end of the couch you were on. You started nodding off, not realizing that the bus driver was ready to leave. Then you feel yourself sliding off the couch as the bus jerks forward.

“Shit,” you hear deep voice exclaim and then you feel your body come to halt, lifting back up onto something a lot warmer than the cold surface of the leather couch.

“Ah Man, she’s out, ” You hear the beat-boxer of the group say with a slight chuckle. A female voice agrees with him, telling the bass singer holding you that she’ll help you get to bed if he can move you to the back area of the bus. 

“Hey,” He calls softly to you, with a warm hand on your cheek, “Hey pretty lady, we’ve got to get you to bed.” He brushes the hair that has fallen from its position in a pony tail high on your head back behind your ear and you slightly open your eyes. “There she is.” All you see is his smile inches away from your face and you can’t help but form a similar one upon your sleepy lips. “Ready?” he asks and you nod weakly, not knowing what is coming next, but you’re so tired that you don’t even care. He scoops you up in his arms, slightly grunting and brings you to the back of the bus, where you feel your shoes being taken off and small feminine hands helping you out of your day cloths into your pajamas. She calls him back in and you feel him pick you up and place you in your bunk. And then when he’s sure no one is watching, he places a small light kiss to your cheek as he stands by your bunk. “Get some rest, okay?”

Now you are about half way through tour and you’ve fallen asleep so many times in the midst of others that you’ve been included in their shenanigans, the sleep wars. You are losing, obviously, but your bearded friend is slowly making his way to the bottom of the chart. At some point you awaken to the beat-boxers gasping laughter to find that he has gotten both you and the bass singer, both of you choosing to nap on the backstage sofa before sound check. As you fully awaken, you find that somehow you have ended up snuggled together. His arm is around your waist and you turn to find his eyes wide open, he’s just as startled as you with your position. The thoughts take a minute to click together in your brains but then you both spring apart, which causes you to go tumbling to the ground. You try an avoid him the rest of the night, because now there is a pink tinge to both of your cheeks every time your eyes meet. When everything is over and done with you head straight for the bus, quickly changing into your sleep wear and scrambling into your bunk before anyone can say anything. You lie awake behind your curtain as you hear the rest of the group file onto the bus and get ready to turn in for the night. Their chatter dies down, but you catch snippets of it.

“Hey man, could you not post that one?” You hear his deep voice ask from the direction of his bunk. “I think I’m falling for her and I don’t want to screw it up.”

“Yeah man,” the beat-boxer responds, “No worries.” You hear the slap on the back that is shared between the two best friends, the sliding of their curtains and then a whisper from the bunk across the aisle from yours, which is where the mountain man lays his head at night. “Yeah, I’m defiantly falling for you.”

 As tour continues, you start to pick up on things and so has the rest of the group. He moves you when you have fallen asleep in an awkward position and sometimes you’ll wake up to find his jacket draped over you, acting as a blanket. They’ll see him watching you as you set up the merchandise stall or rushing to help you load after a gig. One night, you find him asleep again on the tour bus couch and you realize you are falling for him too. Your hand comes up and brushes back his dark brown hair, much like he has done to you so many times before, then goes to cup his beard covered cheek. He smiles a bit in his sleep and his head nuzzles into your palm. You decide it’s an okay time to fall asleep, so you climb onto the couch and roll into his side. You don’t care who sees you two together. His sharp intake of breath tells you that he has awakened slightly with the presence of your extra body heat that has suddenly appeared next to him. Then he sighs contently and goes back to sleep, snaking an arm around your waist.

Tour is now over and you are on a long flight back home. Your beat-boxing buddy has given up with the sleep wars, seeing as almost every time you are found napping you now have a food obsessed partner in crime. He is now in the seat next to you, a beanie covering his eyes and his head resting on your shoulder. You aren’t as tall as he is, so when the plane hits even the slightest of turbulence, his head slips down and he jerks it back up. “Sorry,” he says rubbing his face. You just smile. “It’s okay,” you respond, “my shoulder is probably better than these damn seats anyway.”

the signs as things aaron tveit has said
  • aries: Cats and I have an understanding, but we choose not to interact often.
  • taurus: [what he would give Enjolras for Christmas] Oh man, I’d give him a beer or something. I want to be like, relax, dude. Let’s just take it down a couple levels here. Like I get it, but let’s just take it easy.
  • gemini: [being cast as an FBI agent on Graceland] I thought I was gonna be doing a show about Elvis, and then I somehow got locked in... I showed up in my full Elvis outfit and I was like "oh no!"
  • cancer: You know, I’d seen the show before I was on it, but I didn’t realize how many people lived and died by Gossip Girl, you know what I mean? I remember this one time, I was at Cosi ordering a beautiful Thanksgiving turkey sandwich and I see the girl working at the counter giving me the evil eye. And I get up there and she just goes “Uh-uh, Trip.” And I was like “Woah, what?” She just said “Trip, that’s messed up what you did to Serena.” I was like “Oh my god, I’m just trying to get my sandwich. That’s not me, that’s a television show.”
  • leo: That 8 man golf selfie tho #ripeasapipe
  • virgo: [his least favorite costume for a show] The Second Act Fiyero thing, the military outfit. It used to dig into my neck every day and I didn’t like it. It was, like, all up in my neck business.
  • libra: [the car he had as a teenager] I just had a sick system in the back. Those subwoofers were bumpin’.
  • scorpio: I like dark things. It's black, like my soul.
  • sagittarius: Somebody sent me a bobble-head of myself in the mail, but it didn't have any... it had no letter with it, it had nothing with it. I just got this bobble-head in the mail. I was like, well this is awesome, but who in the heck gave me this? And then about two months later this really nice young girl came up to me at the stage door for Catch Me If You Can and said, you know, "Did you get my bobble-head?" And I was like, "Oh my God!" I like attacked her! I was like, "It was you! You sent me that! That's awesome! Whenever my friends come in my room, I make its head wobble and they get really weirded out, but I love it!"
  • capricorn: I am a huge Taylor Swift fan. Go ahead, yuck it up!
  • aquarius: [on how he would create five-act plays for himself to entertain himself when he was an understudy in Rent] I thought everyone was like this!
  • pisces: Jeeves Jeeverson
  • Okay but imagine this
  • Bilbo is the tattoo artist who owns his own shop that everyone is really confused about because he's this cute little thing that were baggy jumpers that go over his hands to do the sweat paw thing when he's not inking someone and he has these big glasses that he's always fumbling to push up his nose and he's just all around adorable and he's polite and smiles warmly at everyone and he looks like he needs to be in a pile of pillows with a cuppa and a good book next to a roaring fire instead of in the middle of a tattoo parlor with designs that range from disturbing to beautiful why is this small creature here why this isn't right and his workers are like hell just you wait
  • And then he shows up randomly in a new pair of glasses that compliment his face perfectly and a pair of nice, tight trousers and a button up white shirt that has the sleeves rolled up to the elbows revealing his multitude of tattoos and a burgundy vest with elaborate buttons sewn on and everyone is like holy shit then Bilbo is talking with someone and having a civil chat and someone says a slur of some sort and instantly any sign of warmth just disappears from his face and he very calmly asks them to leave and the person is like why because I said [insert slur here] and then suddenly tiny cuddly Bilbo is an imposing force and should be ten feet tall to just complete how terrifying he is when he wants to be and he's suddenly very heatedly describing how slurs are incredibly rude and highly inappropriate in any situation and how to merely casually insert them into a conversation is disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself for this behavior, your mother would be feeding you bars of soap for a week should she have heard that, get out of my shop and good day to you, and everyone watching is just like O.O because Bilbo has never even spoken in an unkind tone before even when he had really difficult customers and they're all just so shocked and his workers are behind the counter laughing their asses off
  • Now insert Thorin, high-and-mighty businessman who has a soft spot for his two nephews and takes care of them constantly and is always there when they need him and who tries to be stern with them but really can't deny them a single thing. He's got boisterous Kili at one elbow (sixteen maybe) who's chattering on and on about something from school and Fili (nine? twenty?) who's very calm and collected and listening to his brother fondly and interjecting every now and then and they're both making Thorin just feel so proud and they walk into Bilbo's shop because after six months of Kili pestering Thorin about a tattoo and showing him the design he'd created a year prior and begging and pleading for weeks, months on end he's finally convinced him yes, he really wants it, please uncle, I'll get it on my upper arm so I only show it off when I want to, please, I'll make sure mum doesn't yell at you, and finally he concedes because he can't get mad at them and he talked Dís into letting him get it easy enough
  • So he gets a recommendation from Dwalin who has an impressive number of tattoos scattered across his body which adds to his intimidation and makes lots of people comply out of fear of what could happen if they don't and he points them in Bilbo's direction so they go on a rainy Saturday since no ones seems arsed to get out besides them
  • Bilbo's shop is buzzing with life as usual, filled with the misfit kids he'd taken upon himself to watch over. So basically he's got merry and pippin and frodo and Sam all working around his shop doing random jobs like sweeping and wiping down the counter because Bilbo insists that they keep themselves busy and that they don't do bad things and in exchange for work instead of being paid they earn 'credits' Bilbo logs and when you get a certain amount Bilbo will give you a tattoo free but he insists they get the slip signed every time regardless since they're still young. He'd pay them but he's already got Tauriel working as his extra artist and they're looking for a person to work the register and help people find the design they want cause Bilbo is busy tattooing and sketching out custom designs and Tauriel never leaves her workroom unless it's a break for her or Bilbo insists she get out for once
  • So the shop is all bright and colorful and filled with designs, some generic and some unique, and Bilbo is dressed in the vest outfit and sitting on the counter in the criss cross applesauce position (how the fuck do you describe that position anymore without using the preschool shorthand someone tell me) and he's beaming down at his 'kids' as they sit on the floor in front of him, all of them laughing as frodo tries to braid tauriel's hair and merry and pippin and sharing a snack and Sam is sketching in his book a gorgeous flower tattoo for his next one but still joining in on the conversation. In walks Thorin and Fili and Kili and everyone turns to look at them and Bilbo is instantly up and smiling warmly, welcoming them in and telling them they can hang up their raincoats, no need for those in here. And Kili is stunned into silence because of Tauriel and Tauriel is blushing a brighter color than her hair because what is this who is this boy who is shorter than her and watching her as if she is the sun and the moon and the stars encompassed in one body that wasn't right he shouldn't be staring stop it stooooop and Fili is looking over the sign for help Bilbo had put up and the boys on the floor don't pay much attention to the newcomers and then there's Thorin and Bilbo and Bilbo is trying to straighten his clothes because oh gods oh gods he's cute and Thorin is watching Bilbo fiddle with his clothes and glances at his tattoos cause oh goodness no one should be that attractive
  • A bunch of stuttered explanations and accidental flirting later and Kili is set up with Tauriel in her room and he's getting his tattoo and Fili is being helped by the boys with his resume and interview and Thorin and Bilbo are chattering away about nothing and then Centuries by Fall Out Boy comes on so the boys perk up and frodo dashes to the sound system without missing a beat and turns it up with a cry of "Bilbo, it's your song!" and Bilbo is laughing and the boys start getting up and dancing to the loud music (Fili included after a bit of arguing) and Bilbo doesn't realize it but he's singing along and then Thorin who knows the song because Kili is constantly playing this album over and over is singing too and they're just grinning while shouting along with the lyrics and they don't take their eyes off of each other and they're completely in sync when the chorus comes on and just "Some legends are told, some turn to dust, some to gold, but you'll remember me... Remember me, for centuries. And just one mistake is all that it takes, we'll go down in history... Remember me, for centuries."
  • Flash forward a few years to their wedding, Thorin's skin a bit more colorful after a few trips to Bilbo, Bilbo's shop more popular that ever with the influx of businessmen that Thorin happens to find and send his way (really, he didn't think so many people hid so many tattoos under those huge suits) and they're grinning and frodo, merry, pippin, Fili, Kili, and Tauriel (the last two unashamedly holding hands and pressed as close together as they can manage) are getting up to make a speech and Bilbo is curious but then they're all speaking in snippits, telling them that they all had ideas as to what sort of speech they could come up with and then they realized they really shouldn't say anything at all, there's something that could say everything they needed for them, and now Bilbo is absolutely intrigued and so is Thorin and everyone else and then they step offstage and Centuries starts playing and Bilbo and Thorin are laughing and grinning and going to hug the troublesome kids close and everyone is singing and some people are really confused but those nine and a few select others know what's going on and they're just so entirely happy and once the song is over Kili just goes "I'm so glad uncle let me get that tattoo"

anonymous asked:

im a bi girl and i've only dated one guy before and one of my friends made me feel bad because the guy i was dating didn't know. she said "he's going to feel decieved when he finds out." so i broke things off with him because i didn't want to come out to him. so now theres another guy ive been talking to and I'm not sure if i should tell him beforehand. i don't want to feel like im lying to him. do you think its important to tell a potential bf or gf your sexuality?

Well, first of all, your friend is being kinda shitty for guilt tripping you about not sharing personal information that would have no effect on your boyfriend whatsoever…

But onto the issue at hand–it is 100% your choice what you tell people about your sexuality, including significant others. Being bi isn’t dirty or wrong. It isn’t like not telling them about other people you’re actively dating. And it’s not dangerous, like not disclosing having an STD or something. You’re just not telling them about what categories of people you’re attracted to.

That said, I personally prefer to tell potential romantic partners upfront. Basically, give them the chance to be bi-phobic assholes from the jump so you can drop them like it’s hot with no feelings hurt. You don’t want to date someone who doesn’t respect and accept you for you.

-Mod Jora

Pierce the Veil RP Starters
  • possible triggers include: suicide, self-harm, depression
  • "Bet you never had a Friday night like this."
  • "I don't want this anymore."
  • "The though of you's no fucking fun."
  • "You want a martyr? I'll be one!"
  • "Enough's enough, we're done!"
  • "You told me think about it, well, I did."
  • "Now I don't want to feel a thing a anymore."
  • "I'm tired of begging for the things that I want."
  • "You make me sick."
  • "Scream. Until there's nothing left."
  • "Imagine living like a king someday."
  • "I laid down. I drank the poison then I passed the fuck out."
  • "Now lemme tell you 'bout the good life."
  • "Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?"
  • "This is my imagination."
  • "What am I doing here?"
  • "Remind her/him/them that the future would be nothing without her/him/them."
  • "Never lose her/him/them."
  • "I'm afraid."
  • "Better think of something good to say."
  • "But it's all been done more than once."
  • "I'll keep on trying."
  • "Oh, God, don't let me be the only one who says ____"
  • "There's no such thing as too young."
  • "Second chances won't leave you alone."
  • "Then there's faith in love."
  • "If you kiss me good night, I'll know everything is alright."
  • "The future's just a few heartbeats away from disaster."
  • "I'm afraid that I've thrown it all away."
  • "It was the best time of my life."
  • "Darling, don't wake me up."
  • "My thrill is gone."
  • "Say I'm wrong."
  • "I wanna hold your hand so tight, I'm gonna break my wrist."
  • "I'll sing along."
  • "I don't know any other song."
  • "I'm barely hanging on."
  • "By the time you're hearing/reading this, I'll already be gone."
  • "This isn't fair!"
  • "Don't you try to blame this on me."
  • "So what if I was just a painter?"
  • "Would you ever try to leave me for somebody who deserves you most?"
  • "I've broken bones for you."
  • "We just can't keep this home."
  • "We can run."
  • "You tried to kill me with a shotgun!"
  • "She hates all of the guts and blood."
  • "Your doctor won't stop calling me."
  • "Some things don't work out the way we planned."
  • "Maybe we're meant to lose the ones we love, but I'll fight for you till then."
  • "Told you why I see no need for the sun."
  • "Don't bother, 'cause this love is a lie."
  • "Smile. Smile for me."
  • "If there's a God, then I'm letting him go. All for you."
  • "Come at me with everything you've got."
  • "Does it even make a difference?"
  • "Separate me from my own two hands. I've killed so many times."
  • "But I can't save the world from creatures that don't die."
  • "Baby, please come home. I need you here right now."
  • "Darling, it's cold outside."
  • "You said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on table."
  • "Well, fuck, what? Am I suppose do be impressed?"
  • "Hope you had a really good time."
  • "I will soon forget the color of your eyes, and you'll forget mine."
  • "Let's go outside."
  • "It'll be alright."
  • "Maybe I'll pretend right now."
  • "But I swear to god, I'm gonna change the world."
  • "Oh my god, this is paradise."
  • "Baby, this is paradise, and it's so goddamn good."
  • "I'm not meant for this world."
  • "I just don't see the point."
  • "Don't think about it. Don't overthink about it."
  • "Life is a joke."
  • "Everything's riding on me tonight."
  • "You'd better hide the bullets."
  • "I only pray when it all goes down."
  • "I've been up here so long, I'm going crazy."
  • "We ended up on the ground."
  • "This love was out of control."
  • "Don't be crazy."
  • "Yes, now, of course you can/can't stay here."
  • "I know what it's like to feel burned out."
  • "We've all been there sometimes."
  • "Tonight, I'll make you feel beautiful once again."
  • "You're just wasted and thinking about the past again. Darling, you'll be okay."
  • "Darling, you'll be okay."
  • "I can't take it anymore!"
  • "Everything's not alright!"
  • "I still think you're beautiful."
  • "I don't ever wanna lose my best friend."
  • "God, you vulture!"
  • "Bring her back, or take me with her!"
  • "How does it feel?"
  • "It feels like I'm on fire."
  • "Wake up, I know you can hear me!"
  • "I never want it to be this way."
  • "Pretend like I don't entice you."
  • "You traitor!"
  • "I'll never be taken for granted again."
  • "I know that you're in pain."
  • "Oh my god, we're not gonna make it."
  • "She's/He's/They're mine!"
  • "Stay away from her/him/them!"
  • "It's not her/his/their time!"
  • "Fuck it!"
  • "Can you come over to my L.A place?"
  • "I have something to tell you and it just can't wait."
  • "Do you still love me?"
  • "I'm dying to know."
  • "Did you forget what we shared?"
  • "I've been inside your bedroom a thousand years."
  • "I want you in the most unromantic way."
  • "I thought we had a good damn thing."
  • "Baby, stay away from my friends."
  • "Now you only call me every Christmas and my birthday."
  • "But you don't know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night, scaring the thought of kissing razors!"
  • "Why the fuck didn't you say something?"
  • "I'm the killer who burned your home."
  • "You'd better not get back up."
  • "I'm tired of holding up your backup plans."
  • "You know I've never held a gun in my life."
I’ll Move Heaven & Earth, To Keep You Safe In My Arms

A/N: A one shot Steroline Drabble as requested by Twin, AKA femmewriterish . No Summary. Too Lazy. Enjoy ______________________________________________________________

The rain fell steadily and heavily, drenching him as he stared at the hard concrete that held her name. Caroline Forbes. It was noon, but the sun remained hidden by dark clouds. Appropriate, he thought. This should have been the happiest day of his life, instead, it was the worst day of his nearly 200 year old existence. It seemed the only way the universe knew to balance 20 years of pure unbridled bliss was through death. 

“I thought I’d find you here” Came a familiar voice. He didn't turn back to greet her. She can come back another time. He took a sip out of his flask.

“Stefan…” The brown eyed witch beckoned, slightly tugging at his arm.

He turned back, “Did you find a way?”

It was exactly two years to the day since he held her ashen grey body in his arms. And for two years the only thing he did was search for a way to bring her back. Impossible, he was told. Nothing can bring the dead back. The other side was gone, death just became permanent. He didn’t care. It was the only thing keeping him breathing. The thought that one day, he might be able to find a way to hold her in his arms again.

“Maybe..its a long shot.. but its all we got..” She said holding up a crystal.

“What’s that?”

“You wanna get out of here…go some place…dry first?”

He turned back to look at the tombstone once more. This will not be our fate, he thought to himself. I won’t let it. He placed the flowers he had brought with him on her grave. “I’ll see you soon..” He whispered and left with Bonnie.

They were back at the Salvatore mansion. Stefan had his drink in hand, ready to listen to yet another theory, hoping that this time, it might actually lead to something.

“Okay, tell me what the crystal does”

“It can hold your memory..”

He frowned at the thought.. “My memory? You want me to give up my memories of her? Is that your plan? My grief too much for you guys to take in on a daily basis?”  He was furious.

“No no.. that’s not it.. it will not take away your memory, it will… replicate it..and hold it for someone else to see..experience..”

“Just hear me out Stefan..” Bonnie said.

“The memory you have of how Caroline died.. I’ll place it in this crystal and you…you will place the crystal and the spell to unlock the memory in the past where past you will find it” She paused at that. 

“You want to change history…” Stefan asked Bonnie.

“It’s the only way…If Malcom dies before he gets a chance to kill Caroline…”

“But there’s a catch” Bonnie continued, “you can’t put in any other details of any body else’s life…just the necessary ones of yours and Caroline’s..just the thing you want to change…you understand?”

He frowned at her trying to grasp what she was trying to tell her.

“Stefan, this. .. your not supposed to change history..it’s…not allowed..you can’t…”

“I get it…So what year will you send me back to..which past me is going to get this information..”

“I’m not sure…that’s something I can’t exactly control…let’s just hope it’s not ripper you who gets the crystal..”


Stefan heard someone walking in his room. “Damon, that you?” He yelled from the bathroom. Nobody answered. Odd he thought. He admitted that there was a piece of him that wanted it to be Caroline. Sure, they weren’t together, he wasn’t sure what was holding her back, but the only time he felt whole was when he was with her. He stepped out of the bathroom to find no one there. He changed into a V-neck and jeans, strapped on his boots and proceeded to head out. That was when something caught his eye. That was not there when he went in for a shower. He moved to the desk to find a crystal resting on a piece of old parchment. The parchment looked like it was ripped from an ancient grimoir. It had a Post-It attached to it. — SAVE HER. FIND BONNIE, SHE’LL KNOW WHAT TO DO. It was in his handwriting. 

“Ready?” Bonnie asked.

“Lets do this…” 

He heard chanting. Nothing felt different. Maybe the spell didn’t work. Then suddenly, he felt himself falling to the ground. 

… . . 

THE MEMORIES (20 years into the future)

He instinctively reached to hold her, but found his bed empty. That woke him up. He checked his phone. 5 AM ! He dialled her.

“You’re up early!” Came the voice at the other end

“Caroline..its 5 ! What are you doing out of bed”

“Stefan..we are getting married tomorrow..I think we shouldn't see each other till the wedding ceremony”

“Why ? Come back be bed !” He groaned into the phone! She giggled “Bye !” She said and hung up. He went back to sleep, hand still over her side of the bed. 

… … .                  … … .                      … … .                   … … .

“There he is” Damon called out to Stefan. “Man of the hour ! Nervous?”

Stefan proceeded to grab a mug of coffee.

“What are you doing in my house so early, the wedding isint until later in the evening?”

“Well I wanted to be around, in case you decided to make a run for it” Damon replied.

“Not happening” Stefan reassured him.

“You sure? In another couple of hours, you’ll be stuck with Blondie forever”

Stefan rolled his eyes. He didn't bother answering Damon. He couldn't be happier.

His phone rang. Damon grabbed it before he could, “Getting cold feet Blondie?” He spoke into the phone.

“Damon Salvatore ! How very kind of you to answer your brother’s phone. Could you give him  a message for me”, it wasn't Caroline’s voice on the other end. It sounded like.. “Malcolm !”, Stefan said, grabbing the phone, “Where’s Caroline?” 

“At the docks. I heard of your upcoming nuptials, and it brought to mind a gift that was long overdue”. The line went dead.

… … .                  … … .                      … … .                   … … .

He found her. She was lying face down, still in her pink pyjamas and tank top. She was quiet, not moving. He called out to her, she didn't stir. He flipped her onto his hand, cradling her head close to him. She was grey and desiccated. There was a bloodstain over her chest where the stake was driven through. He went numb. He tried to force himself to snap out of this nightmare. His brother was right beside him, speechless for once in his life. He looked over at him, and all he saw was defeat in his eyes. He felt himself repeating the same word over and over, each time plunging  further and further into blinding despair…..NO….

… … .                  … … .                      … … .                   … … .

Stefan woke up with a jerk. Tears streaming down his face.

“What is it? Bonnie asked.

“Malcolm…we need to kill Malcolm”

“So what you’re saying is…years and years from now.. Malcolm will kill me…” Caroline tells a very agitated Stefan.


“And you know this because your future self, left you a future memory, in a crystal, informing you of this future you need to change … now.” Caroline continues


“okay…that’s… normal..”

“Caroline, look I saw what I saw, and I need you to trust me on this okay?”

“Okay..What’s the plan?”

“Malcolm is still in Mystic falls even though the rest of the Heretics are dead. We go and put him out of his misery before he leaves town. We won’t be able to track him if he leaves.” Stefan stopped pacing long enough to tell her his plan.

“Fine, lets go”

“NO, you’re not coming”

“Excuse me ! I think I should participate in saving my future self” Caroline said  adamantly 

“Caroline ! Just.. please..” He pleaded. His eyes betrayed his desperation. He not only saw his future, but he felt it. Everything from the joy he felt at the thought of holding Caroline close to him as he slept, the love he felt when she said that they were getting married. His immense contentment and pure unadulterated euphoria at the thought of marrying Caroline Forbes. He felt it all. Including the grief and the despair when he held her dead body. No, he needed this to go well. Malcolm needed to die, so that years and years from now, he would have the perfect life with Caroline. Sure she may not be with him now, but they would be happy in the future, it would be all he dreamed about and more… He needed to preserve it. 

“Sit this one out..please..” He begged. 

She nodded. He pulled her in for a hug before heading out the door. 

     … … .                  … … .                      … … .                   … … .

They had been waiting for Malcolm to show up back at his house for hours now. 

“Maybe he left town” Damon wondered out loud. Stefan prayed that his brother, was wrong. If he was right, killing the guy would be nearly impossible simply because there would be absolutely no way to track him - the Heretics were masters at cloaking themselves. His prayers were answered in the form of a vehicle pulling in. The gang waited for the Heretic to enter his house. Every other Heretic had been killed by the Mystic Falls gang. But this was the only Heretic they sought out to kill, the others came to them.  

They saw him step in and throw the key onto the table. He stumbled towards the kitchen, clearly drunk out of his senses.  Damon carried Bonnie and vamp sped her to the kitchen entrance. She snapped Malcolm’s neck with her magic before his intoxicated mind could register what was happening. Stefan broke the door down and ripped his heart out. It was done. Malcolm was dead. He breathed a sigh of relief. The element of surprise worked. 

They proceeded to walk towards their vehicles after burying Malcolm’s corpse.

“You can’t tell her Stefan” Bonnie said.

“Tell her what?”

“Details of your future lives… this.. this was a big enough risk as it is, changing history. . you need to keep the details to yourself and let things unfold as it should..”

He nodded.

… … .                  … … .                      … … .                   … … .

He was outside her door. He had promised to come see her when it was done.

“Hey” She said as she opened the door to let him in

“Is everything…”

“it’s done..”

“thanks..” She said awkwardly, “Stefan.. in the future..are we..”

“I can’t tell you that…” He said, squeezing her hand with his. He smiled… the dreamy smile she loved so much. They would be okay. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek and said good night. He looked through the glass of the door to Caroline’s house as he switched on the ignition of his car. He watched as she headed back upstairs into her room. Decades from now, she would be his wife. He smiled at the thought. 


It was nearly 5 in the morning. They were getting married the next day. Caroline had decided the previous night that she would sneak out of bed. They should spend the day before the wedding apart she thought, that was tradition wasn’t it ? She began to slowly inch her way out of the bed when she was swiftly pulled back in by her fiancé, who had her pinned under him on the bed.

“And where do you think you’re going?” He said enveloping her lips with his.

“We are getting married tomorrow Stefan” She began only to be interrupted by more kissing.. “mmmhmmm” he replied still kissing her. “I know..” He tickled her neck with his nose “I love you” he said, his breath caressing her neck. “I love you too” She replied giggling.

 … … .                  … … .                      … … .                   … … .

“Damon” he called out before his brother realized that he was up.

“Let me guess, you thought you should be here in case I decided to run.”

Damon looks perplexed. Stefan poured a mug of coffee for himself. He looked at his phone nervously, praying that it wouldn’t ring.. It rang, he grabbed it. Caroline’s name flashed across the screen no no no he thought to himself. He picked up, and placed the phone over his ear in silence. 

“Hellloooo?” Said a cheerful voice. He breathed a sigh of relief. She was okay. History was not going to repeat itself. “Hey” He replied, regaining his composure. 

“Damon forgot the rings..” She sounded annoyed.. “Luckily Bonnie found them. She’s going to hold on to them till the wedding..”

“Okay” he said. The rings..that was the emergency. Not Malcolm, not death. Just plain old wedding drama. He smiled to himself. He had waited for this day for little over 20 years - since the day he had dropped off the memories with the ominous note. 

“Caroline” he said, so that she wouldn’t hang up just yet. “I Love You” 

“I love you too”

   … … .                  … … .                      … … .                   … … . 

The dress was perfect, the veil was perfect, her bouquet was perfect. She was perfect. Everything about her was beauty personified. He held her close as they shared their first dance as husband and wife. He leaned over and kissed her, softly yet passionately. It wasn’t a short peck, it was long enough for their guests to hoot and howl. He didn’t care.

“Save some for the honeymoon !!!” He heard Damon yell.

Caroline blushed. She felt his lips brush against hers as he smiled and whispered “I’ll kiss my wife if I want to”. He placed another long kiss on her lips. 

The. End.

TVD Villain Convention: Only the baddest allowed!
  • Held at Mikaelson Mansion in Mystic Falls.
  • Klaus: Well it is so nice to see so much pleasant evil faces all in one room.
  • Katherine: I don't even know why, I showed up to this lame shindig. Although I am the best looking person here.
  • Silas: Correction, sweetheart I am. After all I am the perfect male specimen.
  • Quetsiyah: It seems that the both of you narcissistic idiots are a match made in heaven.
  • Silas: Oh you're just jealous as usual.
  • Kol: I don't see what she's got be jealous about, in my eyes she's winning.
  • Rebekah: Put a sock in it all of you!
  • Elijah: What my lovely sister meant to say is that, dinner awaits us.
  • Katherine: Always the proper gentleman, Elijah.
  • Katherine then slips her arm into Elijah's and he escorts her to the dining room.
  • Silas: Go ahead you can say it.
  • Rebekah: Say what?
  • Silas: What you've been thinking since I walked through the door.
  • Rebekah: And that would be what exactly?
  • Silas (whispers in her ear): That the sight of me turns you on.
  • Rebekah: Oh please.
  • She begins to walk away towards the dining room, and he follows her.
  • Silas: It's ok the sight of me turns me on to.
  • He says as they take there seats at the long dining table.
  • Kol: Well look at that, now it's just the two of us left.
  • Qetsiyah: I'm glad that you are capable of observing the obvious.
  • Kol: You know I happen to have a thing for sexy sarcastic witches.
  • Qetsiyah: Watch it Original, I may not be able to kill you but I will make you suffer a million ways if you dare lay a hand on me.
  • Kol: Oh kinky, I like you even more.
  • Kol walks away before Qetsiyah can fry his skull, she shortly follows and takes her seat as well. Klaus takes his seat at the head of the table, and admires everyone. Damon speeds in and takes a seat as well.
  • Katherine: And who invited you?
  • Damon: I just so happen to be the first baddie to have ever existed.
  • Rebekah: Oh please.
  • Klaus: I believe you're mistaken, I'm the first baddie.
  • Damon: Nope your the original Baddie, and I was the first to start wreaking havoc, so I belong at this table just as much as you guys do.
  • Silas: Well actually I'm the original baddie considering I've been around since like the beginning of time.
  • Qetsiyah: Actually you were simply a fool, and since my revenge was the first, I would be considered to be the original "baddie".
  • Kol (winks): I always knew you were bad.
  • Qetsiyah: Of course you did fool that's the whole reason we're here.
  • Klaus: Frankly it doesn't matter who was here first, because let's face it I am the most evil.
  • Katherine & Damon: Yeah right.
  • Katherine: And what makes you so sure you're bad to begin with?
  • Damon: Um I've killed a shitload of people, all my friends included.
  • Katherine: Please, I pinned you and your brother against each other. Then i lied to you making you believe that I was stuck in a tomb for 120 years, while killing people in the process.
  • Damon: Trust me I think I remember.
  • Silas: That's nothing I left your brother at the bottom of a quarry to die over and over again. I devoured Jeremy Gilbert upon my resurrection, mind controlled little Bonnie Bennett while murdering her father. On top of that I also have a stellar death toll.
  • Damon: You know I'm staring to wonder why i haven't killed you yet.
  • Kol: The only shame here is that the Gilbert boy didn't stay dead.
  • Klaus: I think all of you seem to be forgetting that I slaughtered my own army of hyrbrids and drowned a mother all on Christmas night.
  • Qetsiyah laughs.
  • Klaus: And what exactly do you find so funny, love?
  • Qetsiyah: Well where do I start? All of you think you're pure evil, when you're not. Damon you think you're villain but drown your guilt in alcohol and will fight to avenge someone who did right by you. Katherine you may have pined to brothers against each other, but in reality you are a mother whose been on the run for years just trying to survive. Silas you're just an idiot who wanted to be with the woman he loved forever.The Mikaelsons are just one fucked up family who have mommy and daddy issues, and all yearn to be loved.
  • Klaus: You forgot one person love, yourself or do you think yourself better than the rest?
  • Qetsiyah: Well I'm just a women scorned. None of us are pure evil we have all been driven to do psychotic things because of love, and if you are capable of love then you are capable of redemption.
  • Kai strolls in and takes a seat parallel to Klaus.
  • Klaus: And who the hell are you?
  • Damon: That is a disgusting sociopath that just so happens to be on the top of my kill list.
  • Kai: I'm flattered Damon, really. And you can call me Kai.
  • Elijah: And what are you doing here, if you don't mind me asking?
  • Kai: Well this is the villain convention?
  • Rebekah: Yes, so once again what are you doing here?
  • Kai: Apparently I'm a sociopath, so I figured this my place to be. Plus I heard there was going to be free food.
  • Kol: And what evil deeds have you done?
  • Kai: Well i wouldn't call them evil, I call them fun. I slaughtered my entire family when I was young, and I plan on slaughtering a coven of witches plus I have this one girl prisoner, Bonnie. Do you know her? Anyways I get to torture everyday and I absolutely love the sound of her screams. Now please tell me you have some jam!
  • Everyone: ....
  • Damon: Don't you ever lay a hand on Bonnie again.
  • Kai: Damon you're letting your goodness show through. Besides I can almost guarantee she loves it when I grab her by the neck.
  • Kol: She does have a lovely neck.
  • Kai: Yes it's the perfect width, and it makes it all the more convenient for me to choke her.
  • Qetsiyah: I stand corrected, there is no redemption for him. For he is pure evil.
  • Kai: What are you talking about I let one of my sisters live, without a spleen of course but she's alive nonetheless. But I'll take it you're giving me the highest form of flattery and about that jam I was serious.
  • everyone: ....
  • Klaus: I believe I just found a best friend!!

It’s all a dream, Jean thinks as he lays awake at night, listening to the soft rise and fall of Jeremy’s breathing. There’s a soft night light illuminating the room and for once, the ceiling doesn’t look like pitch darkness when he looks up. It’s not the Nest, he tries to convince himself, but there’s still a part of him that it’s nothing more than a dream.

He has been at USC for a couple months now, the transition slow and at times, unyielding. The Trojans proceeds their reputation, showing kindness, friendliness, and enthusiasm beyond anything he could handle. Their captain (his captain, he corrects, but it’s still hard to forget that Riko was his captain, even if the man is dead), Jeremy Knox, is the most kind, gentle, friendly of them all. He is never without a smile that lights up his whole face and it aggravates Jean.

Alvarez and Laila leaves him alone for the most part, but tries to include him as best they can, probably at the insistence of their captain. Everyone else consistently tries to make small talk and ask for advice on how to improve. He still doesn’t understand why anyone tries anything with him. He’s a lost cause, broken and unwanted with only Exy skills to his name (and a tattooed number 3 on his cheek).

Jean brings an arm over his eyes, forcing himself to fall asleep. They had practice early in the morning and he didn’t want to be caught tired or worst of all, vulnerable. He’s still waiting for the Trojans to push him away or punish him for a misstep. It’s a risk he wasn’t willing to take. He already took one and sometimes, he regrets it deep in the recesses of his mind. (The Nest is e v e r y w h e r e; he can’t escape)

He turns on his side, back pressed against the wall, to look at Jeremy. The captain is splayed on his bed with a blanket thrown haphazardly over him. Soft sighs escapes his lips every once in a while and Jean wonders if the emodiment of sunshine ever woke up with a scream caught in his throat, body slicked with fear-induced sweat. Jeremy’s arm hangs over the bed, his fingertips brushing the carpeted floor. His hand, Jean notices, isn’t as smooth as he had thought, but calloused and tempered by years of hard work and determination.

Jeremy’s slighter and shorter than him by a fair amount, but his presence is fills every crevice. If he’s being honest with himself, Jeremy reminds Jean of Ri - of him - in the way that his being there commands attention. But perhaps, Jean muses, it’s not an apt comparison, as Jeremy evokes respect and camaraderie while he demands fear and obedience. It is not the s a m e, but his heart stutters and tightens regardless.

“Jean, are you still awake?” Jeremy’s voice is soft, but he still freezes, eyes darting over to the other bed. His gentle breathing has stopped and he’s looking over at him, head propped up on a slender arm.

Oui,” Jean replies. It’s by pure instinct that he speaks in French, knowing the effects of speaking a foreign language in front of him. (it’s the little defiances that keeps him going) On Jeremy, there is none. He just smiles softly, though tonight, he frowns. It’s jarring since Jean hasn’t seen anything less that a smile on his lips and he starts to worry.

“Can’t sleep?” Jeremy asks, his impossibly blue eyes are veiled with concern. Something Jean doesn’t deserve.

Jean just nods. He doesn’t want to voice anything; showing weakness is punishable. He doesn’t want to feel pain anymore.

“Do you want to talk about it? You don’t have to, but it might help you sleep better. Get a weight off your chest.”

He doesn’t want to say it. He doesn’t want to s a y it. “The Nest is everywhere.”

“Oh, Jean.” The amount of hurt and heartbreak in Jeremy’s voice confuses him. “Do you want me to do anything? I can brighten the lights or add some color? What can I do?”

The questions catch him off guard and he doesn’t know what to say. “What do you want from me?”

“I just want you to be happy.” Jean is floored by Jeremy’s immediate answer, but he diesn’t get the chance to reply when Jeremy continues. “I want you to smile and laugh freely. I want you to feel at home here at USC. I want you to feel like one of us, that you are a Trojan.”

“And, h-how do you plan to do that?” He hates that his voice chokes towards the beginning, that it softens at the end. The hope that blossoms in his chest is insane, but feels amazing.

“I’m going to get rid of any trace of the Nest,” Jeremy says determinedly. “I didn’t know the extent of its influence, but now that I do, I’m going to make sure you don’t wear black anymore. You do need more color in your life. I’ll make sure that you’re never alone, that you’re safe. I’ll give you space when you need it. I’ll do anything.. I just won’t let you go back to that horrible place.”

Jean suddenly remembers Renee’s words, ‘Give him a chance. He’s good for you.’ “You’re too good for me.”

“You need some good in your life,” Jeremy counters with a soft smile. “So, what do you say, Jean? Will you give me and the others a chance?”



requested by anon


*He was so caught up in practising for the new comeback he didn't have any time to think about his birthday. You were well aware of this and so got all the guys together threw up some decorations, got a nice cake and decided to surprise him as he walked into the dance studio. Suho gt a bit out of hand and scared kai out of his wits as he walked in that he almost knocked over the cake*

Y/N: “Jfc Suho did we not learn anything from that broadcast??”

Originally posted by jonginssoo


*He was so touched (bc Sehuns all emotional like that) that he almost started crying as all of his friends had gathered to do this for him, they had been thinking about him when he hadn't been thinking about himself at all. Later on he became the life of the party along with Baek, body rolling all over the dance floor*

Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion


*You wanted to share the moment with all the fans that loved Suho so much just like you and the members. When you all surprised him you made sure to catch it all on V app, and after havign a short broadcast of everyone going on about how great Suho was you ended up to turn up the real party with everyone*

S: “I can’t believe you organised this for me..wait actually I can bc your literally the best person I've ever met”

Y/N: “Stop complimenting me, it’s your birthday i should be complimenting you”

Originally posted by 12fools


*You hadn't see Chanyeol in a month due to you both having packed schedules that there was no time to fly over to see each other. But you weren't going to miss his birthday and so the members helped arrange a surprise. They led him into a room with a huge present box and told him to wait. He did and saw you pop out of it which made him so happy, as well as you. You made sure to give him another present later but according to him being with you was enough*

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol


*He noticed something was going on bc the members looked a bit off but everyttime he asked they wouldn't tell him. As he walked into the dorm with the others everyone burst out from behind sofas and from different rooms leaving his wide eyed with shock. You were in the centre with the biggest smile ever and ran over to join a group hug with all the boys. He spen th night having fun and sprinkling confetti everywhere*

Y/N: “You having fun with all that confetti?”

BH: “Yeah you should get used to it to since it will all over us on our wedding day”

smooth motherfuxker

Originally posted by sefuns


*ksoo really didn't expect everyone to jump out so when Baek jumped in his face his initial reaction turned to self defence, and then half apologising and laughing once he accidentally hit him in the face*

BH: “I help y/n throw this nice party for you and what do I get? Abuse.

Originally posted by v-dyo


*the members had thrown him a huge party but unbeknown to Chen you were actually the one who threw it and you intended to surprise him. He was video chatting you telling you how much he wished you could be there until he realised o camera that you were walking into the same room as him*

Y/N: “Surprise!”

*He turned and gave you the biggest hug he could muster, because now his birthday just got even better*

Originally posted by chenmorningstar98


*Was so engrossed on the making of his new album (lit) that he didn’t even really bother about his birthday, but you on the other hand were. if he wasn’t going to come out of the studio then you were going to have to bring the party to him. Plenty of friends and cake made his day and the fact your organised it made it even better*

T: “y/n this is the best cake i have ever eaten you know*


Originally posted by asdfghjklool


*He was in China doing solo promotions and you wanted him to have all his friends around him for his birthday, so you spoke to exo who all secretly flew out to China, and you also spoke to his go fighting members to make sure they were all there as well. He walked back into his hotel room to find everyone he loved there, including you*

This gif is jokes

Originally posted by jonnasexoticworld


*You had both attended a night out for a special event, but you had planned the after party to be focused on Kris and so thats what you arranged. Once the even twas over and the after party started about 20 minutes in everyone started singing happy birthday to him. He got all embarrassed and tried to hide behind your shoulder but still loved that you had arranged this all the same*

K: “This is such a great end to my birthday y/n. Thank you”

Originally posted by hyung-bi


*Every one jumping out at him scared the crap out of him, not to mention the party poppers too, but once he got over that initial shock he was overwhelmed by everyone who had turned up to celebrate with him. He found out you were the one that made this happen*

L: “Thanks for my gift y/n , I’ll be sure to give you your one tonight ;)”

Y/n: Jfc luhan can you stop making sex jokes for 1 second”

Originally posted by wooyoung


*was bewildered at first as everyone jumped out thiking ‘woah is this really for me’. You saw the look on his face and came up to him*

Y/N: “yes xiu this is for you obviously..i mean it isn’t for Robert living down the road is it”

*had a great time and thanked you for arranging this for him, especially since he had been feeling tired lately so it was nice to let loose and have fun with everyone he loved*

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Its a bit different to the title but oh well i guess