i'm just waiting for my roommate to walk in and be like

poems i would write you | shawn mendes

word count: 9,018 (i was gonna split this up, but decided to just keep it together. it’s long. put on your favorite sweatpants and grab that bag of hot cheetos you’ve been saving before you dig into this thing.)

author’s note: GUESS WHO’S BACK, BACK AGAIN? BERRY’S BACK, TELL A FRIEND. welcome to the first installment of my college!shawn series, which takes place during Y/N’s (that’s you) freshman year. it’s got fluff, angst, and some pretty stupid decisions on everyone’s part. title from “shot down” by khalid, as per a recommendation from @light-up-shawn. enjoy.


Your name: submit What is this?

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Upon your arrival to college, you had been on the receiving end of entirely too much advice from various relatives, older friends, and even strangers. Don’t walk alone at night, don’t sign up for eight AM classes, don’t drink the “jungle juice” at any frat parties.

Your parents had told you to focus on your studies and seek tutoring help if you needed it. Your sister had encouraged you to join a sorority to really be at “the heart” of university life, as if you knew what that meant. The only advice your cousin gave you was to always remember your room key and to pack a pair of shower shoes, the latter of which she accompanied with a shudder - you could piece together that anecdote on your own.

But nobody had prepared you for this particular problem.

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 5

A/N: I was gonna update yesterday, but yanno school is stressful yet a top priority. I don’t have much to say, but I'm glad you all like the last part and I’m thankful for all of the nice feedback in my dms. (You get to learn a small ounce about my childhood you guys lmao) I hope you guys enjoy part 5 and remember as always I need 100 notes to release part 6💕

I coulda ended it better too, sorry bout that. It’s past two in the morning on a school night and I ran out of ideas…

**WARNING**: Slight smut, not much though


One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}


“Y/N…” Calum grumbled, flipping onto his side to see you better and rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think fish go to heaven?”

You couldn’t help but to snort as the sleepy boy asked the question. You were currently in his bed and watching Law&Order SVU on Netflix as he struggled to stay awake. He had called you over an hour or two ago because he was bored out of his mind and now it was just a little past two in the morning. You were hesitant at coming over at first, not wanting to be seen by his roommate, but he convinced you his friend was heavily sleeping since it was so late at night. You also gave into coming over because you hadn’t seen him in almost a week and missed his scent and cheeky smile.

“Seriously.”

“I’m pretty sure they do, Calum, why?”

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theactualmedusa  asked:

Can you pretty please write a PJO Hogwarts AU? And can I choose the houses? I'm going to list my house choices but you of course do not have to stick with them. Nico: Slytherin Percy: Gryffindor Jason: Gryffindor Reyna: Slytherin Hazel: Hufflepuff Frank: Hufflepuff Will: Hufflepuff Annabeth: Ravenclaw Piper: (I honestly don't know. You choose) Leo: Gryffindor And solangelo of course. Please? *puppy dog eyes*

Your wish has been granted in the middle of me studying for my exams.

(This will also be posted on my AO3)


“Ugh, this tie sucks,” Nico groaned, looking over at his two roommates, Reyna and Piper. They had, after talking to the headmaster, been allowed to share a room. Nico felt very uncomfortable with the other boys (mainly because they thought he was a freak) and his only friends from the house were Reyna and Piper. So, now, in their fifth year, they got the permission to share a dorm.

Reyna looked up. “It looks good on you, Nico. You’re way better than me at tying them, that’s for sure.”

“You guys, if we don’t get going soon, there’s no chance we’ll be able to eat breakfast before our first class,” Piper said from the door, eyeing her two roommates, one of which was straightening out their tie and the other one looking for their shoes. Her expression changed from a serious one to a wide grin. “And besides, there’s always something you can look at in the Great Hall, isn’t there?”

Nico scoffed, but couldn’t stop the faintest blush to spread over his pale cheeks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Reyna adopted the same grin as Piper as she pulled on her shoes, having finally found them under her dresser. “Suuure, so there isn’t a certain Hufflepuff you have your eyes on?”

“No. Leave me alone.” And with that, Nico marched out of their room, past Piper and out of the Slytherin Common Room.

As he made his way towards the Great Hall alone, he let his thoughts wander. How dare they assume that he liked anyone in Hufflepuff? Well, of course he liked someone there - his sister Hazel and her boyfriend Frank - but that wasn’t important right now. He did not have a crush on anyone. Not since the admire-crush thing he had on one of his friends in second grade. He was done with romance already. No one would want a freak who happened to think that necromancy was cool. Especially not perfect blond guys with the bluest eyes in the world that helped out in the hosp- no, he was not going there with his thoughts. Not now.

He walked into the Great Hall and started to look for his friends. After each Welcome-back-to-school party, the house tables got switched out with smaller tables so that the students could sit with whoever they wanted to. Nico, with his ‘friend’ group being spread across all the houses, this was definitely an advantage for them.

At one of the tables close to the left wall, he saw Percy sitting with Annabeth and Leo and he started to walk towards them, also minding the tables around them to see who sat there.

“Hey, Nico,” Percy greeted him as he sat down and got a glass of apple juice, not really having much of an appetite like usual.

“Hey,” Nico mumbled. Then he noticed the faint bags under his friend’s eyes. “Wait, you actually stayed up last night and got your homework done? Since when?”

“Since Annabeth forced me to. We stayed in the library until it closed and then we went to her common room. I fell asleep after 11:30.” He ended his explanation with a big yawn. “And I’m not happy about it.”

Reyna and Piper joined them, followed by Hazel, Frank and Jason. “Of course you’re not. You don’t like homework,” Reyna said before focusing his attention on Nico. “You have to eat. Remember the last time you ‘forgot’ to eat both dinner and breakfast in a row?”

Nico grimaced. He had passed out in the hallway and been brought to the hospital wing where he woke up to find a student looking after him rather than Madam Pomfrey. That was an experience he would rather not repeat again, so he helped himself to a small bowl of cereal. “Happy?”

“Very,” a familiar voice said behind him. Nico turned around and almost knocked his goblet over, glaring at the person standing behind him. Of course it was him. Will Solace. The boy who had taken care of him in the hospital wing more times that he liked to admit.

“You really have to eat breakfast Nico, or else you’ll pass out again. You’re already almost too skinny and you really don’t need to drop any more weight,” Will said, looking down at him.

Nico sent a death glare back in return. “I didn’t ask for you to stick your nose into my friend’s conversation.”

Will crossed his arms. “Well, I didn’t ask for you to be such an idiot about your health either, but funnily you are one anyways.”

The Seven and Reyna watched as Will and Nico continued to bicker, eventually drawing the attention of the people sitting at nearby tables as well. They all could feel the thick sexual tension between the boys and a couple girls sitting at almost the other end of the hall yelled, “Can you two just kiss and get over it?”

Nico’s head whipped up to glare at the yeller before stomping out of the Great Hall with a dark blush covering his face and shadows making a small trail behind him.

Will looked after him with an equally dark blush before joining his friends at some other table.

Later, when the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins had Herbology together, Nico avoided Will at all costs. He couldn’t have a crush on the stupid blond. Not after Percy. No. Nope. Nix. Nada. He was done with romance and Will probably couldn’t stand him. He was just a creepy freak that had always been able to manipulate shadows, bones and ghosts to some degree. It was connected to dark magic in people’s minds and many stayed away from him. Not that he minded, people just wasn’t his thing. Period.

Problem was, Will didn’t seem to want to avoid Nico. No, that idiot walked up to where Nico was working with Hazel and asked if they could talk privately after the class was over. Nico reluctantly agreed, even if he knew Will was just going to make fun of him and his sexuality. But deep inside, Nico knew that Will wasn’t the type of person to do that. So why the heck did he want to talk to Nico then?

Nemesis Mine

HEY GUESS WHAT I’m writing a chaptered fic. It’s gonna have around 15 chapters and I’ll try to update daily for @snowbaz-feda​ (try being the operative word)

Superhero/university alter-ego AU

Warnings: mild violence (turns out I’m pretty shit at writing fight scenes tho)


Chapter 1. Simon.

I want to fly away, and save us both the trouble.

‘Are you going to run?’ he sneers. ‘Go on, Snow. Go home.’

‘No,’ I growl, rushing at him, my outstretched wings catching the fading sunlight, bathing him in a strange red glow. Basilton Pitch, my arch-nemesis dressed all in black, stands on the ground in fighting stance, ready for me. He’s always ready.

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a-bunch-of-garbage  asked:

we walk past it every day, my roommate and i. "it's a dog," she says, every day without fail, every time we pass. "It's always a dog," i say once, when i'm tired and running on nothing but 3 cups of coffee for the third day in a row. "is it?" she says, seriously, looking at it out of the corner of her eye. i rolled my eyes, i remember, and walked ahead of her. one day there's an upperclassman walking by, and he hears her, stops. "is it?" he asks. slowly, carefully, she echoes, "is it?" (1/?)

he grins, too tired and too sharp. “it’s THE dog,” he says, almost a warning. my roommate blinks and looks at it sidelong and says, very carefully, very deliberately, “can i feed it?” i’m tapping my foot but she loves animals and hates it when i leave her, so i wait, and the upperclassman now just looks tired, sharp edges worn down, grin still pasted on. “it’ll follow you for a bit if you do, and then it’ll want more; it won’t leave you alone, but you can if you want.” (2/?)

my roommate squints at it, directly this time. “is it dangerous? she asks, clearly considering it, of course, and the upperclassman snorts. "of course,” she says sagely, as if he gave an actual answer. “what does it like?” the upperclassman shifts, eyes darting around. it’s just talking about a dumb dog, but he’s looking like he’s spilling national secrets. “it’s a guard dog,” he says, quietly, finally. “a stray. it’ll take whatever, but remember, it will want more.” (3/?)

my roommate grins and says thank you and pulls me away, like i was the one holding us up, and i huff. “what was that about?” she hums, glances at me, looks away. “i like dogs,” she says, “and i’ve been tired, you know, like i’ve been telling you- things moving outside at night. maybe a puppy will make me feel better, chase things away, if i feed it.” “feed it what,” i snort, “ramen?” she sighs. “maybe my tiredness,” she says, laughingly, and i look at the circles haunting her eyes. (4/?)            

“maybe,” i say, and i thought that was the end of it. but a week afterwards, she stops by the dog, tells me to go on ahead, and then there it is, suddenly, trailing at her heels. and she does seem happier, for a while, working busily, no longer so watchful, not seeming to need sleep- but then she collapses, one morning gets up white-faced the next. “i have to feed the dog,” she says desperately, and she goes, runs too fast for me to keep up, and she doesn’t come back.(5/5 sorry it’s so long lol)             


There is always, always a price, and it will always, always be higher than you want to pay.

Libraries and Piragua (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You were sexiled by your roommate on a day that you’d kill just to collapse into bed. You end up passing time with someone that makes your day end on a high note.

Word Count: 1,340

Warnings: Aimless plot, mentions of sex (nothing graphic), cussing, mentions of death (but character death like Abuela Claudia’s death in ITH mentioned is what I’m saying)

A/N: College AUs are my weakness, this is a demonstration of my knack for tying In The Heights into literally anything (and making my Classical Tradition professor proud with my Sophocles reference). Also, I am obsessed with the way Lin’s eyes are so expressive and was forced to take out approximately 1,000 references to them from this fic during proofreading.
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“Please [Y/N]? You owe me from that time you broke the coffee machine, [Y/N].” you muttered, mocking your roommate’s pleas as you trudged across campus to the library. You planned on mocking your own stupidity for agreeing to her request once you were done being annoyed with her. She had to pick the one day you ended up having a terrible, rushing-everywhere, everything-goes-wrong kind of day to seal the deal with the guy she’s been pining over for months. 

You yanked open the door to the library with an unnecessary amount of force before you stalked inside. You made it upstairs, appreciative of the near empty scene. There was only a few people scattered among the tables or computers along the wall. At least you knew you’d be left alone with your bitterness. 

You pulled out a chair to toss your bag onto before shedding your jacket. Once you got settled in, you pulled out your headphones and laptop. You popped in one headphone and scanned your library looking for a song that might ease your exasperation. Once you had it playing you pulled out your textbook and leafed through it, debating whether you wanted to be productive or not. You settled on not and shoved it away before pulling your laptop closer. With your one free ear you heard a chuckle and you internally sighed before turning to find its source. The table to your right had a boy who was looking at you amused. You wondered if the dark circles under his eyes meant he was as exhausted as you were.

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anonymous asked:

Can you imagine Isak's face when he finds out about Evan's mums?Something like when Evan opened his locker in that iconic way.And maybe Evan didn't tell him, bc why it's completly normal and ok(and he's kind of bitch and loves teasing him)and when he brings him to a family dinner two sweet women rushed to hug Isak and give him kiss on cheek for greeting and Isak has that"what's happening"face( same when Evan kissed him after meeting the boy squad and "u r so hot Isak" sentence)&Evan is laughing

ok so, i lied. i made this into a (sort of?) fic. so, here’s 3k words of isak finding out even has two moms. i’m sorry.


Isak is maybe, possibly freaking out. Just a little bit. Not actual, full on anxiety that makes him feel like his heart is beating as fast as a hummingbird’s, but. He’s getting there.

Even had said it so naturally too, just what do you say we drop by tomorrow?, and he had actually looked kind of nervous, to his credit, but more about Isak’s answer than actually having him meet his fucking parents.

And of course it’s easy for Even, Isak has never once seen him uncomfortable in a social situation. Even when they were standing in the tram, stealing little glances at each other and smiling nervously, Isak too fucking shy around Even to say anything, Even had managed to smooth his way through it, awesome conversation, though. So it’s understandable he’s not nervous about hanging out with three people he loves. But Isak, he can’t even have lunch with his own parents without feeling incredibly uncomfortable, let alone his boyfriend’s. What would he even say? Hello, Mr and Mrs Næsheim, I sucked your son off in the shower the other day, congrats on the genes!

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anonymous asked:

Request prompt?--My SO has just dumped me and I've gotten piss drunk and I've a) drunkenly stumbled into the incorrect bathroom in the midst of ugly sobbing and you either forgot to lock the door or were out in the open and are very concerned about my state. B) somehow managed to get into your room and not my own (whether apartment or hotel) and I'm trying to masturbate my feelings away and boy were you surprised. Cheers!

A Helping Hand

Chapter 1

A/N: So, I couldn’t resist writing scenario B nor could I cram everything into a one-shot so there will be more.

Rated: M

Ch 2

The bar was crowded and loud. And the air was dreadfully thick. It was the last place he wanted to be, but far better than the alternative. Killian shuffled through the crowd, the obnoxious beat playing through the speakers and boisterous chatter doing nothing to numb his thoughts. Every noise was muffled and faded out by the conversation that echoed in his mind like a freight train sounding through the night. Reminding him of the last time he saw her before she walked out and slammed the door, disappearing from his life forever.

Killian plopped down onto a stool, slumping over the bar counter as he waited for the bartender. He just needed something to drown the pain. Something strong.

The argument started with something small, quickly spiraling out of control like gasoline to a fire. He was gone too much, he wasn’t adventurous enough. He didn’t love her anymore. According to Milah. Her tone was laced with anger, eyes devoid of any kind of love… at least any kind of love for him.

What it all boiled down to was that she already knew it was over before it was actually over.

All of the obscenities and excuses she threw at him that night were just a mask. Covering up her betrayal. Everything he thought that he knew was a lie. She was a lie. Her empty promises and scheming attempts of showing him how much she loved him and telling him she was divorcing her husband. It was all just a bloody fantastic charade.

“A rum, please,” he drawled out when the bartender approached. Killian watched him fetch a glass and pour the golden brown liquid from the bottle before sliding it over.

Killian clenched his jaw as he grabbed the glass, the bitter memories of the ungrateful bitch embedded in his brain. He threw back the rum, the wretched sting of alcohol sliding down Killian’s throat as he gulped it down, thinking about how his whole world had turned upside down in a blink of an eye.

He had never seen it coming. He knew there were problems brewing between them after he lost his hand. After his discharge from the hospital. But he thought he had been imagining it all. He refused to accept that she was embarrassed of him for being injured and having to leave the Navy. He refused to believe that she went back to her husband.

He gave up everything for her.

The relationship had caused tension between Killian and his older brother, and eventually the control Milah had over him pushed Liam away. Killian lost the close bond with him because of her. Liam didn’t approve of the relationship from the beginning. He didn’t think she was good enough for his brother.

Milah was married, not even separated with her husband at the time and she had tattoos all over her body. Killian fought with his brother many times about her and they eventually stopped talking to each other all together. All of the days they spent working side by side and serving in the British Navy together, turned into bitter memories. And even though Killian crawled back to Liam on his hands and knees, figuratively speaking, begging for forgiveness and even though Killian was now staying at his flat, he was in much too dark a place to hope that things would go back to the way they were before.

He downed another glass of rum. Then another. And a few more. Slowly drowning out the mixture of rage, anguish, and sadness inside of him until he had the courage to stand on his own two feet. Taking a deep breath, he dragged himself out of the stool. Between the jet lag from the treacherously long flight from England and the buzz that took over him, the sting in his heart was still fresh, but somewhat bearable. Killian maneuvered his way through the bar and stepped outside, the chill of the air waking his senses ever so briefly. He took a cab to his brother’s place, his words slurred as he attempted to give the driver the address. Killian was surprised he even remembered what it was.

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einzweidreivier  asked:

Hey what part of co are you from I just moved to western slope area, my roommate says it's bear and cougar country so I'm a bit nervous about nighttime lol

I’m living in Durango right now!  And yes, you are in bear/cougar country. So this essay’s going to sound real scary but consider: I’ve lived in CO for… 13 years now, and have seen exactly One(1) bear and evidence of a Cougar Once.  I’ve also never been attacked or even severely harassed by an animal, so this is mostly In Case of Emergency Advice.

THE  MOST IMPORTANT THINGS:

1. ALWAYS BE AWARE OF YOUR SURROUNDINGS.  Really, traffic is going to be more dangerous, but being as aware as possible will help you more than anything else.  You know that thing you’re supposed to do when driving where you check all your mirrors every so often?  Do that while walking. Look up, to either side, down and behind you every so often.  Keep your ears open and if you think you hear something, stop and listen for a bit.  Take some deep breaths, and smell the air around you.

This is good for both your safety AND for enjoying the lovely country we have out here.  Once you get used to looking around, its really nice all the cool things you can discover!

2. DON’T PANIC.  Douglas Addams was spot-on with is advice.  if you do encounter something Dangerous, remain calm.  Odds are that if you hold still and just watch, it’ll keep going about its business and leave you alone. 

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OK, now for bears and cougars:

1.  Cougars are really shy and almost never confront humans (the last fatal cougar attack was in 1997, so literally 20 years ago), but if you’re hiking in the back country and suddenly smell cat pee, TURN RIGHT THE FUCK AROUND and walk back the way you came.  Fresh piss means it’s in the area, and running makes you look like food.

2.  Bears also, tend to stay away from people, EXCEPT:  in March and September-October, bears get stupid hungry and go looking for food in all kinds of places.  Never leave pet food outside, and if you compost, stop during those months.  The bear that broke into my house did so under extenuating circumstances- there had just been a large wildfire that summer so he got pushed out of his usual foraging area.

3.  In general, you’re MOST likely to encounter bear and cougar in the far back country.  If you plan on doing back country hiking, wear LOTS of bug spray and bear-bells.  as long as you stink and make noise, they’ll sense you coming and leave you alone.  You can also sing!

4. if you DO encounter one either 1. Go back inside and call the Department of Wildlife, or if you’re not near a building, 2. Scream, make yourself look as big as possible and throw rocks or sticks at it.  99.99% of the time, that will scare it shitless and it will run off.

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OK, now for the animals you ACTUALLY are likely to encounter:

COYOTES: Urbanized, come out at night and from January-late March, they’re all hyped up on sex hormones and can get super-aggressive, triple especially if you have a dog with you.  Carry mace, and if you see them, follow the Screaming-Shit-Throwing Maniac Model stated above.

TICKS:  we have brown dog ticks here that carry Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, and Deer ticks that carry Lyme disease.  if you’re in urban/suburban areas, they’re less of an issue, but if you go into the back country, do not skimp on the DEET (follow instructions carefully tho!) , tuck your pants into your socks and have a friend check you when you get home.  if you find one, make sure you remove the whole thing, keep the body sealed in some tape and get tested ASAP.

MOOSE, ELK AND DEER:  I’m not sure how far north you are, but the most dangerous wild animal in CO is Moose.  Really. Stay on designated trails and out of the back country from October-November to avoid rut, and exercise caution in spring when calving happens.  Do not approach, and if they put their heads down while Facing you, they are going to charge your best bet is to book it sideways and climb up a rock or large tree.

Deer and Elk tend to be less moody, but are still unpredictable, especially if they’ve become acclimated to humans, and during rut October-November.  Keep your distance, and if they’re on the move, give them the right-of-way. DO NOT attempt to feed or pet.

RATTLESNAKES: Mostly an issue in the southern half of the state.  They mostly want to be left alone and come with their own alarm system!  Though they sound less like maraccas and more like a vibrator set on high.  Stay ON the trail and OUT of tall grass from March-October, and you will very probably never see one.  If you DO see one, wait for it to leave or walk a good six feet around it.  they can only strike in a distance of 3-4 feet, so stay away and you’ll be fine!

If you do get bit, stay calm, sit down, call 911 and take off any rings, jewelry etc. that may get stuck if your extremities start to swell.  Let the wound bleed freely for a minute before cleaning.  About 8000 people get bit every year in the US, but only 8 die of it, mostly from not calling for help. 

LIGHTNING: not an animal, but the Most Dangerous Thing in CO after humans and cars.  If you can hear thunder, you are within striking distance and need to take cover.  Get inside a building or car if you can. If you can’t, squat down to keep your head low, and touch the ground as little as possible, and wait for it to pass.  DO NOT try to hide under trees, which tend to explode when struck.

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So that probably sounded awful, but I promise that your chances of actually getting in a dangerous situation are very low as long as you stay alert and calm.

Happy hiking!

 i’ll make a new home for christmas

this is for @angerybisexual cause she encouraged me to write my Christmas fic even though it’s April.

summary: @1975cashtons describes as such “you’re heard of pwp….now get ready for fwp. fluff without plot

words: 3673 (I know I’m insane)

warnings: I think there’s some cursing

a/n: I'm sorry for any typos or editing mistakes I’ve been up for almost 24 hours so I’m bound to have messed uo but if I didn’t get this up I might’ve actually died


The door slams shut behind you, and a shiver runs through your body. The wind had been like a blade, cutting you to the bone. There’s snow in your hair, your nose and cheeks are rosy from the cold. You pull off your hat and scarf being careful not to take your headphones out of your ears. You drag your bag in the direction of your room cursing your past self for not spending an extra twenty dollars and getting the bag with wheels.

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Rescue •P2•

Avengers x Reader

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.

Word Count: 1362

Warnings: swearing + tiny bit’a fluff from secondary characters :)

A/N: I got so much great feedback from you lovelies for P1. You are amazing. Sorry, it’s a bit of a filler part, but I thought I’d get it over with. Enjoy, dears💛


If you ask anyone who I’ve ever briefly known who I am, I guarantee the response would be along these lines:

“Y/N? Oh, yeah, I remember her. She was pretty nice, I guess. I never knew her that well.”

That’s who I was. That’s who I am. The nice girl people don’t usually look at. I’m the one who will have a conversation with you if you come to me. I’m the polite girl you know will hold the door open for you. I’m the girl who will crack a joke while I’m talking to you, relaxed, like it doesn’t take me any effort to get a laugh out of you. That’s me. The nice girl in the distance who people don’t notice until they need her. And as much as I would’ve liked to change that, I didn’t want it to change it like this. I don’t want to be the girl who defied Tony Stark on her first day of working for him.

That’s the only thought I have as I tap my foot. That I’d walk out of this conference room Mr. Stark left me in as some sort of rebel, that I would be seen as impulsive and stubborn and that I’d not only lose my job, but have this reputation plague me wherever I went. It’ll be all over the news. What if I can’t get another job? What if I'm—

“Sorry for the wait, Ms. L/N.” I turn my head to see a petite blond with a smile enter the empty conference room. “Mr. Stark has been trying to do a bit of damage control.” I gnaw on the inside of my cheek.

“Um, okay.” I say, barely above a whisper.

“He’s requested for you to go home for now, and he’ll call you back for a meeting tomorrow.” she says, holding the door open. I frown. Call me back? Why? I swallow. Maybe it’s because I compromised his tech. I take a deep breath and shakily get up from my chair at the end of the conference table.

Once I’m home, I throw my bag across the floor of my shitty apartment and go to my bedroom, flopping down onto my bright blue pillow. I heave an unsteady breath as a hot tear rolls down my cheek. I don’t move for hours. I just sit and panic and cry and think of all these things that could happen. All the things people will think about me. About how I’ll trade nice girl no one notices with impulsive rebel who can’t follow instructions.

I’m not sure what time it is when I hear the apartment door slam shut.

“Y/N?” I wipe away my wet face and sit up on my bed. Penny comes into my room with a worried expression on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I say, getting up. She breathes a sigh of relief when she sees me.

“I heard about the attack and I knew you were in the tower today and I got so scared you’d gotten hurt. I tried to get out of work but Jerry practically locked me into the bar. Are you ok, what—”

“Wait, Penny, what attack?” I say, holding my hands in front of me to slow her down. She frowns.

“The Hulk attack. He crashed landed from a plane and started going rampage.” My eyes widen as I inhale sharply.

“Oh, no.” I breathe. Penny grabs my elbow.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong? What happened?” I sit on the edge of bed and begin breathing quickly.

“Pen.” I choke. “I-I crash landed the jet.” I sob, my breaths coming in and going out choppy. Penny sits down next to me, her honey hair brushing my shoulder. Her arms encircle me, leaning my body onto her.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Tell me what happened.”

And I do. I dump out my emotions onto her shoulder, leaving it soaked and snotted.

“And-and now the attack. It’s my fault.” I’ve stopped crying, but my hyperventilating has only gotten worse.

“No, it’s not.” Penny says sternly. “You saved everyone in that building. You saved the Avengers.” I frown.

“But peo-people… People died.” I feel a sick feeling in my stomach. How many people did I kill?

“Oh, no one died.” she says. I look up at her questioningly. “Iron Man got him under control.” My eyes widen.

“Iron Man?” I ask. Did I hear that right? She nods, smiling sympathetically. Is that what the woman meant by damage control? Damage you caused, I think.

“You didn’t hurt anyone.” she says. I sigh.

“Yeah, but I sure as hell got on Tony Stark’s bad side.”


After a dinner of takeout with Penny and her boyfriend, Derek, I collapse into my bed, exhausted, emotionally and physically. I’m not sure what to do the next day, considering I was waiting for Tony Stark’s call. I don’t just want to show up, because I don’t even have the job anymore. So instead, I lounge in the kitchen, reading about the Hulk attack. Seven minorly injured people and a fair amount of buildings destroyed.

“What’s with the frown?” Penny says, exiting her room with nothing but Derek’s shirt on. We’d been best friends and roommates for so many years, and after countless incidents of walking in on each other in compromised states, we don’t really care about seeing each other in the nude. But the line draws at Derek. He is her boyfriend, after all.

“I’m reading about the attack.” I sigh, scrolling through articles on my phone. Penny pads over barefoot and lightly takes the phone from my hand. I bite the inside of my cheek and lie on my back on the counter. “I fucked up, Penny.” I say. She sighs impatiently.

“I swear to God, I will carry you on my back to the pool downstairs and throw you in if you keep saying that.” she says, slapping my stomach. I laugh airily and stare up at the ceiling. Penny puts my phone down on a stool next to the counter and starts rummaging around the kitchen for something to pull together a meal with. My phone begins to ring. I look down at the stool. Private number. I don’t pay much attention to it, just pick it up and answer. I place it on speaker, my arms too weak to hold it up to my hear.

“Hello?” I say lazily. A female’s Irish accent rings through the phone.

“Good morning, Ms. L/N. Mr. Stark has requested you come to the tower this morning. There will be a car arriving for you in thirty minutes. Good day.” My eyes widen as the line is cut short. Oh my god.

“Oh, shit.” Derek says hoarsely from Penny’s bedroom door. He’s like a brother to me, so I had no problem telling him what happened. I sit up on the counter and frantically dart my eyes around, trying to straighten out how the hell I’m supposed to be ready in half an hour.

“What are you waiting for?” Penny says excitedly, pushing me off the counter. I squeal in distress and run into the bathroom, nearly knocking into Derek as he chuckles at my state.

I take the quickest shower I’ve ever taken and dry myself off. I swiftly change into a sensible jeans and an emerald green sweater. My hair is wet, taking me nearly fifteen minutes to blow-dry it and brush through it. I barely have time to apply a bit of makeup and gather my things.

I frantically leave my room, pulling on a pair of grey flats. Penny is curled up into Derek watching TV with a shared plate of pancakes.

“There’s some on the counter for you.” she mumbles around her food, looking at me from behind the couch.

“You’re a lifesaver.” I breathe, picking up the disposable plate of pancakes.

“Good luck!” Derek yells as I slam the door behind me.


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saphaeliscanon  asked:

okay so yeah I'm kinda spamming you with the sheer amounts of requests but consider this: kingbury except kg3 has Anger Issues and seabury like calming him down? bc that's a Thing that I've written but ehh it was terrible (also cal came up with a Thing where he calls kg3 royalty to comfort him so that'd be cool)

I legit love requests! Though I’m not that good I’m glad you all like them! Wouldn’t it be neat if I wrote some stuff on here (one shots/a fic) and it became big? I’ve always wanted a big enough story that people make me fan art…
Back to Kingbury! (my guilty pleasure tbfh)

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“That insufferable fool! Make a mockery of me and my homeland, I’ll show him!” Sam struggled tom keep up, though he may have only been a few inches short than George, it made itself known and a struggle whenever George was angry.

“I - I know George!” Sam didn’t run or fast walk very often, his classes were normally close together so he had no reason to.

Some guy in their economics class had made snide comments about George’s home, his family, even went as far as to make fun of the Queen (who according to George he was related to. Some, grandson, three times removed four times added once step son of. That kind of “relationship”.)

Either way, he had struck several nerves and Sam was worried that the veins were going to pop in George’s forehead and neck. 

They rushed down a flight of stairs, Sam almost tripping several times as he struggled to keep up with George. “With how America’s land is now I’m surprised they aren’t all begging to go back to England!”

“I wouldn’t mind that…” Sam muttered under his breath.

They reached George’s dorm - his roommate (some guy named Simon Farnaby), was out thankfully. Sam’s eyebrows pinched together nervously, watching nervously as George paced back and forth.

“G-George?”

He didn’t respond,  muttering angrily under his breath. Sam huffed, somehow still feeling embarrassed with this. “Your majesty?”

“What Samuel?” Sam’s shoulder sagged in relief as George responded.

He wasn’t too far angry. 

“You know, no matter where you move to, there will always be assholes about every thing, right?”

George huffed, plopping down harshly onto his bed.

“That guy was a jerk, so what? Move back to England, and you’ll just call me to complain about the jerks living there!”

George rolled his eyes with a twitch of the head, indicating Sam was right. 

Sam slowly moved over, sitting next to George on the bed. “You can’t let people’s comments like that get under your skin, whenever you react like that it amuses them. So of course they’ll continue making comments like that.”

“So what do I do?”

“Well, two options. Ignore it and wait for them to stop - “

“That’s likely.” George snorted.

“Or you can say something to and against him worse that’ll get him to shut up. Nothing, too, too bad though.”

George sighed, shoulders sagging. He leaned his body, resting his head on Sam’s shoulders. “In this day and age it feels less than great not being born in America…and I’m only British! I feel worse for those having tougher times…”

“Sometimes the world is cruel and people who shouldn’t have a say have the biggest ones you majesty,” He began combing his hair lightly, “But that’s why there are more of us little guys than the bigger ones. Imagine if we all banned together and over threw the government!”

George laughed. “That’d be entertaining - one umpalumpa trying to stop millions of people! I can see it now.”

Sam smiled. Days whew George was calm and laughing, smiling at Sam and just being down right adorable were Sam’s favorites.

“Some day, the day for the true people will come. And I promise,” He placed a kiss on George’s forehead, “I’ll be by your side before, during, and after.”

Cuddles (Mute!Calum)

Summary: Basically cute mute!calum showering you w love (I cri I cri)

Word Count: 2.1k

Requested? Yes!!

A/N: The beginning is a tad weak (and the tensing is a lil weird) so please keep reading until after the flashback because that’s when the cuddly cuteness happens :-))

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

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When you’d first filled out the application for a room in an apartment with a boy called Calum you’d thought nothing of it; judging by the brief description he gave of himself he sounded very nice. He’d been away when you’d moved in, gone away for a visit home, so you’d settled yourself in. He- or rather, you, had a lovely apartment; large glass panes overlooking the city, polished countertops and a furry carpet spread across the floor. It was all you could’ve asked for and more.

The first time you met him you weren’t prepared for visitors. It’d been a long day at uni consisting of a few tests and the moment you got back home you’d hit the showers and changed into some baggy clothes. When the door swung open you’d been watching a rom-com, a spoon full of ice cream halfway to your mouth.

“Hello?” At the words of an unknown stranger you’d turned around, the tub of ice cream clutched between your fingers as a numbing fear filled you. 

“Um..hey?” You’d peered around to see two silhouettes, dark shadows contrasting against the light streaming from the doorway. One came forward first, your eyes instantly being drawn towards his brightly coloured hair.

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lovemesomepie-andcake  asked:

Heya! I just wanted to let you know, that I absolutely adore your fics - the new update of Our Garden Home made me feel all squishy and happy inside! I love your portrayal of Cas and I was wondering if you maybe intentionally wrote him with a few autistic traits? I loved it so much! I was wondering if you considered writing some more stories with autistic characters, like the ones you already have because you just write them so perfectly (I'm autistic) I'm nervous sending this off-anon but hey!

thank you!! you brave off-anon nugget, you

regarding autistic!Cas?? yes!! Cas is a precious autistic bat sprite and goodness me I love him dearly

what’s so exciting to me is that people are relating to him and telling me about it in the comments and I’m like!!!! yes!!! you are all precious and important!!

of all my stories i think Our Garden Home is the one most relevant to me personally. especially because of Cas. the story just kind of details daily life, being knocked down and disabled, fighting depression, finding a place in society, and just doing small creative things that can hopefully make someone smile. except everyone is a tiny fairy and the world is a garden. ~

I will absolutely write more stories with autistic characters. I’d say it’s likely to just be Cas over and over again (he is my comfort therapy angel), but in the future I’ll branch out. make some original characters or somethin’. ♥

Destiel fics (by me) featuring autistic!Cas

(these are autism-related descriptions, not the actual summaries)

Of Shampoo and Fruit Flies (17k) - Dean and Cas are 20-something roommates, Cas is autistic and asexual. Dean’s secretly in love but thinks Cas won’t understand (spoilers: he’s wrong).

Take You To The Country (19k) - 1950s AU. Cas proposes elopement anonymously in the local newspaper, and Dean realises the segment is directed at him. (Cas is a clockmaker, and hasn’t got the hang of when to be subtle and when to be little less forthright. Dean’s into that.)

A Postcard for Castiel (4k) - Kidfic. Dean and Cas write each other postcards for school, giving each other a compliment. Dean helps Cas integrate better with the class.

Welcome All Winchesters (60k) - Christmas AU. Just-dumped Dean takes Cas to his mountain cabin, they fake an engagement when Mary and Sam arrive. Although it might not be obvious, I count this as autistic!Cas personally. He is agender, which might be the most distinctive autism-adjacent thing. Also sensory-seeking with scented candles.

The Moonlighter and the Magician (67k) - 1920s New York AU. Cas is a jewel thief trying to woo his neighbour, Dean. He’s cleverer than Dean thinks - or indeed, anyone thinks. (He’s also a demi-romantic and sex-repulsed asexual. Which is a significant theme in the story.)

The Joke Is on You (And So Is Castiel) (5k) - April Fool’s Day canon-verse fic. Cas themes his pranks around what he’s seen in cartoons.

Some People Would Call This Romantic (5k) - Dean and Cas take a walk on the beach. This is a sensory adventure for Cas.

Our Garden Home (WIP, 19k+, will be completed in April 2017) - Fairy garden AU. Bat sprite Cas loses a wing and takes shelter for the winter with flower fairy Dean. He battles depression, fantastic racism, food issues, social anxiety, general anxiety, sensory issues - and later on becomes a sensory-seeking cuddlemuffin.

Raising Hell in a Hotel (29k) - Kidfic AU. Dean and Cas live in a Women’s Refuge hotel. Cas is not having a good time until Dean and Mary help fulfil his unmet needs. (Cas experiences extreme sensory likes/dislikes, and suffers bullying at school, among other things)

Waiting For That Final Moment (9k) - Cas purposefully interrupts Dean’s wedding to Lisa at the last possible moment, because Cas is dramatic as heck. And that’s how it’s done in the movies.

Tickle Fight Wasteland (6k) - Post-apocalyptic fluff (yes, really). Dean and Cas have a mineral-mining thing going with a team of friends in the desert, but it’s big and overwhelming outside so Cas stays inside, does gardening, and meditates. Everyone’s cool with it. There’s a tickle fight.

anonymous asked:

Can i have 386 with Oak, please? Thank you. 😊

386 (“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”)

You knew that moving from a small town to New York would be pushing you out of your comfort zone and that it was going to be a huge lifestyle change, but you were ready for something new.  You were tired of being comfortable and complacent.  You were tired of everyone knowing your name and reporting your every movement to everyone else.  You wanted something bigger – and what was bigger than New York City?

It’s a couple months into your move, and you’re still acclimating and learning new things about your new home.  You’re still trying to break out of your old habits, like smiling at strangers in the street (”Don’t make eye contact,” your roommate Jasmine, your source of Brooklyn knowledge, had said) and apologizing for everything (”He hit you with the door”) and letting people cut in front of you (”You’re never going to get a taxi like that”).  It’s been difficult, but you’re learning, and you like it.

It’s Friday night, you got off work later than expected, and you’re running behind to meet your friends at the bar.  just got off work, omw, you text to Jasmine.

jas (7:46 PM): be safe!!!!

jas (7:46 PM): wait, let oak meet u it’s dark out

Your friends have been trying to get you two together since the day you met.  You like Oak – you feel comfortable around him and he makes you laugh and you trust him – but you’ve been tiptoeing between platonic and romantic for a while now.  Part of you wonders if anything will actually happen.

(7:47 PM): i’ll be fine, jas, no big.  be there soon

jas (7:46 PM): no im serious!! oak is gonna meet u he’s close to u

You continue your trek despite Jasmine’s protests.  You’re only ten minutes away from the bar; you’re not worried.

… Until you hear footsteps behind you.  Your first inclination is to believe that it’s just your imagination.  This is New York, you tell yourself.  People are always walking in the streets, no matter what time it is.  But then you remember that you decided to take a shortcut, that there are almost no people on this side street, and that the footsteps keep getting closer and faster.

You spare a glance over your shoulder, and the hooded figure is much closer than you’d originally thought.  Fuck, you think, pulling your purse closer to your body and quickening your face.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  You grab your phone, shaking violently as you punch a text to Jasmine, Oak, Ant, anyone.

“Hey,” (goosebumps break out across your skin at the gritty sound of the stranger’s voice), “where you goin’, baby?  Got a second to talk?”

“S-sorry,” you say, sounding much more quiet and timid than intended.  You can imagine Jasmine saying, “Stop apologizing!”  “I, um, I gotta…  I need to–”

“I can’t hear you.”  Oh God, he caught up so quickly.  “Hey, I’m talking to you, don’t be–”

As soon as his fingers touch your elbow, you feel yourself being yanked forward, out of his reaching grasp and into a warm, large chest.  “Fuck off, dude.”  You curl into Oak’s embrace, your shaking fingers clenching in his sweater, your face pressed against his heartbeat as you try to steady your breathing.  You hear the guy mutter some half-assed apology, and it isn’t until you hear his footsteps disappear in the other direction that you release the breath you’ve been holding since you noticed him following you.  

You’re safe now,” Oak murmurs into your hair, wrapping his strong arms around you and squeezing.  “I’ve got you.”

“Thank you so much,” you say, when your mind stops racing and you can formulate enough thoughts to make a coherent sentence.  “I was so scared, I…  Oh my God, I should have just waited, but I–”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he says, rubbing your back soothingly.  “It’s okay.  You’re safe, and that’s what’s important.”  He pulls back, but keeps a hand on your shoulder to hold you against him.  Your arm winds around his waist and you lean your head against him as both of you continue your walk.  “You alright?” he asks, squeezing your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you say, looking up at him with a smile.  He grins, and you feel completely at ease.  “I’m good now.”

dantea  asked:

College au? I'll let your creativity run free from there ;D (also what the heck, I'm planning on my major/minor to be English too?)

College Freshmen Are Loud

Read it on ao3!  & send in a prompt!

Summary: The noise in Dan’s dorm hall is cutting into his sleep. Phil provides a solution

Word Count: 1.9k

Notes: thank u, ryanne. I love college aus :(( (we should talk majors)

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I need seventy million fics about Philip and Lukas going to college together! And they’ve both come out and they’re happy together. and maybe they decide not to be roommates the first year because they want the “college experience” so they meet new people. But of course they’ll spend a ton of time together and be the cutest, most affectionate boyfriends, like we already know they are. And they’ll walk to their classes together and Lukas will pick Philip up afterwards on his bike.

And they’ll go to the dining hall together most nights. But occasionally the weather will be really bad, and they’ll decide to just eat in their dorms. So Philip’s getting ready to have some ramen or something, but then Lukas shows up from his dorm across campus. And Philip can’t believe that he trudged through the snow to come snuggle with him, but of course Lukas did. And he brought pizza!

And Philip’s roommate is interested when he finds out Lukas rides motocross, so they talk about that sometimes, but Philip is like “you’re not gonna teach him to ride your bike, are you?” And Lukas balks. “Of course not! You know I’d only ever do that for you, babe.” And Philip smiles and snuggles back against Lukas’s chest.

And they probably fall asleep like that a lot. So Lukas spends a lot of time at Philip’s dorm, so he’s not that close with his own roommate. But they do get along fine. So one day Lukas’s roommate asks Lukas what he’s thinking about doing for housing next year, and if he still wants to be roommates.

And Lukas says he’s been thinking about asking Philip to get an apartment with him next year, but he’s a little nervous that he might spook Philip. He doesn’t want the other boy to think he’s moving too fast.

Lukas’s roommate just laughs. “You guys are already like a married couple. I’ve never seen two people more perfect for each other. He’ll definitely want to move in with you.” And Lukas beams.

Philip Skypes with Gabe once in a while, and every time Gabe is so cute asking about Lukas. He adores the boy, because he sees how happy Lukas makes Philip. And when Gabe and Helen come to visit (along with Anne) for Parents’ Weekend, they all go out to dinner with the boys, and they even manage to convince Bo to tag along.

Bo is definitely warming up to the idea of Lukas being in a relationship with Philip, because the boys really are best friends, and how can he fault anyone that makes Lukas smile like that?

He’s not gonna lie, it’s still kind of weird for him. And he doesn’t want to hear about Lukas sleeping over in Philip’s dorm almost every night, because aren’t they a little young for that? To be practically living together?

But Lukas talks to Bo. He actually talks to him now. That’s so nice. And if they can have this kind of relationship, then Bo is going to be okay. No matter who Lukas is with. No matter who Lukas (gulp) is in love with.

And he is. Bo has to admit it. He knows what love looks like, and he knows that’s what’s happening between his son and the Shea boy. And maybe they’ve been in love for a long time, and he’s only recently started being okay with it. But better late than never, right?

So when it’s time to put a down payment for their apartment next year, Bo hands Lukas a check. Lukas thinks maybe it’s a joke. His dad is going to help him afford to live with his boyfriend? This can’t be real.

But it is. And he tells Philip. “Babe, are you ready to live together next year? Because it’s happening!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna talk to Gabe and see if he can lend us the rest-”

“No, Philip, look! My dad just gave me the money!”

“What? Are you serious?” Philip breaks out into a huge grin. “He’s cool with us living together?”

Lukas shrugs, still beaming. “He’s getting used to it, I guess. He… He knows how much I love you, and that you love me, and… I don’t know, I guess he sees that this is real. That you and me are in this for the long haul.”

And maybe Philip’s eyes are filling just a little bit with tears, because he never really let himself believe that this could happen for him. That he could have a boyfriend who treated him well and loved him and wanted to be with him forever.

But it’s all really happening now. Philip throws himself into Lukas’s arms and kisses him sloppily, too happy to be neat.

“Let’s go pick out our apartment,” Lukas says in between kisses. He grabs Philip’s hand and swings their arms as they walk together.

“Okay, let me see if we have any two bedrooms available,” the guy behind the desk at the leading center says when they get there.

“We’re looking for a one bedroom,” Philip says helpfully.

“Ah, okay.” And the guy just types that into the computer, and nothing is weird about it at all. And Lukas would be lying if he said he didn’t get a little shock to his stomach every time someone finds out that he and Philip are together, like real boyfriends. It feels good, though.

And when Lukas has classmates over to do work, they usually ask if he has roommates. Maybe they should go to the library instead?

But no way. Lukas is not going to pass up a chance to introduce everyone he knows to his beautiful boyfriend.

“Nah, I just live with my boyfriend. He’ll be fine to have some people over,” Lukas assures them, and he still can’t stop smiling every time he says “my boyfriend.” It’s been almost two years, when is this exciting feeling going to wear off? He hopes never.

Philip laughs when he sees more people coming over. “Babe, I love meeting your friends, but I feel like they’re probably not as impressed with me as you are,” he says as they’re making dinner later that night.

“Sorry, I know I show you off too much,” Lukas says sheepishly, draining the pasta.

“Nah, it’s flattering,” Philip replies. “But I do like having our alone time. You know? No one else in our apartment. Just us?” And he punctuates this thought with a sweet kiss.

Lukas flushes. “okay, yeah. I like that too.” He pulls Philip closer to him and deepens the kiss.

“I love you,” Lukas says softly, caressing Philip’s cheek. “I’m so glad we have a home together.”

“You’re so cheesy,” but Philip has so much love in his eyes Lukas actually feels embarrassed. “It’s just a college apartment,” he reminds his boyfriend. “Wait until we graduate and get a real house. You’re gonna lose your mind,” he teases.

“Mmm,” Lukas sighs contentedly. “I’d live anywhere with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” And Lukas kisses him one more time.

anonymous asked:

If MC were ever in a severe accident and dying on the hospital bed, how would she spend her last days with each of the characters? ((Dark I know, but I'm curious and I like your writing ^^))

this makes me sad but god knows i love being sad so 

WARNING THIS IS SAD AS SHIT NMY ROOMMATE ALMOST CRIED READING ALL OF THEM PLS LOVE YOURSELF

Yoosung

  • when he heard MC was hospitalized he ran out of class
  • MC was in surgery when he got the hospital
  • sitting in wait made Yoosung so anxious he thought he might vomit
  • so he buys MC a few things from the hospital gift shop
  • the biggest teddy bear in stock, also the biggest bouquet of flowers, and the biggest heart balloon
  • so Yoosung sits and waits again, now with a giant teddy bear, flowers, and a balloon
  • he’s ready to make MC feel every ounce of his love for them
  • he waits for an hour
  • and one hour turns into two
  • and two turns into three
  • until finally a doctor emerges from the room
  • “are you a family member?”
  • “I’m MC’s boyfriend! how are they doing?”
  • Yoosung tries to retain a positive disposition
  • “I’m very sorry…”
  • very sorry?
  • before the doctor even finishes his sentence, tears start to build up in Yoosungs eyes
  • no…
  • no, please
  • this can’t be happening
  • apparently the surgery didn’t go well..
  • and MC only has a few days left
  • Yoosung runs to the nearest bathroom and locks himself in a stall, tears streaming down his face
  • no no no no no no no no
  • he sobs aloud, unable to hold in the crushing pain of his reality
  • Yoosung doesn’t know if he can handle losing another loved one
  • he’d just finished getting over Rika’s death and now
  • he was going to lose the person most important to him
  • but…he can’t let MC leave the world like Rika did, covered with darkness
  • he wants MC’s last memories to be everything that is bright and pure
  • Yoosung will make sure that the way MC leaves this world won’t be remembered as sad, but as an ending just as shining and happy as they made everyone around them
  • he spends every waking moment with MC
  • “Yoosung, you should be in class now”
  • “MC..im not going to leave you”
  • one morning when MC wakes up, their room is decorated with streamers and balloons, and Yoosung is sitting in bed next to them, reading a book
  • he brightens up when he sees theyre awake
  • “happy birthday, baby! i brought you a whole cake”
  • “Yoosung..? it’s not my birthday”
  • MC rubs the sleep out of their eyes
  • “i know that, silly. we’re celebrating your half birthday today!”
  • MC laughs at Yoosung
  • at that moment, Seven parades into the room, followed by Zen, Jumin, and Jaehee
  • “Happy half birthday, MC!”
  • MC gasps with happiness when they see all their friends come into the room
  • V says that when Rika died she felt alone….
  • and after Rika was gone, Yoosung felt alone
  • to feel “alone,” Yoosung thinks, is like being punched in the gut every second of everyday
  • MC should never have to feel alone
  • even though Yoosung would be lonely without MC
  • he wants them to feel the joy of company, of love, of friends
  • for every second until they leave this world

Zen

  • its all my fault
  • Zen took MC out on his motorcycle that day
  • while the were riding a car pulled out, hitting the motorcycle
  • but the car only hit the back end of the motorcycle
  • where MC was sitting
  • Zen was scraped up, but not nearly as bad as MC
  • he held their hand in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, apologizing the whole way
  • even though MC was unconscious
  • its all my fault
  • im such an idiot
  • its all my fault
  • Zen continues to beat himself up while MC is being taken care of by the doctors
  • when he hears the news that MC only has a few days left
  • things get even darker inside his mind
  • you killed them you killed them you killed them you killed them
  • he cant even go inside MC’s room to visit them
  • Zen doesnt think he can handle looking into the face of the person he killed
  • especially when that person is also the love of his life
  • everything grows black inside his mind in that hospital hall
  • he just stands in front of the door to MC’s room
  • wishing he was strong enough to go inside and comfort them
  • but how can he be of any comfort..
  • when it’s all his fault
  • “Zen…are you out there?”
  • MC’s voice reaches Zen through the door
  • he freezes at the sound of their voice, unable to breathe
  • “please come in here, Zen..”
  • he takes a deep breath and opens the door slowly, choking back tears
  • he wants to apologize, but where can he start?
  • how do you apologize for killing someone?
  • “Zen, please dont blame yourself”
  • MC speaks as if they had read Zen’s mind
  • “Zen…when i’m gone..”
  • “stop”
  • Zen rushes to MC and kisses them suddenly
  • “you’ll never be gone, MC. you’ll be in my heart forever and ever”
  • MC kisses Zen back, pulling him in close
  • “you have to give your career all you’ve got. never give up, for me. okay?”
  • “never”
  • Zen was amazed that even in their last days, MC was still supporting him
  • he doesnt deserve them
  • MC pulls Zen close again, kissing him
  • after the kiss, Zen speaks softly to MC without pulling his lips away from theirs
  • “will you let me spend the rest of your life with you?”
  • “of course”
  • Zen spends every second with MC in the hospital 
  • everytime they fall asleep he is right next to them
  • and everytime they wake up he’s there to kiss them
  • he even eats hospital food with MC
  • and when pain keeps MC awake at night he sings to them
  • he wonders if the last thing MC hears will be his voice
  • he wants MC to hear his song in heaven
  • and listen to his lullabies until they can be together again

Jaehee

  • MC has been in the hospital for a few days now since they were in a severe car accident
  • and every day Jaehee will go visit them to check up on how MC is doing
  • Jaehee always thought that MC would be able to recover from the accident just fine…
  • today when Jaehee walks into MC’s room, the doctor is there talking to them
  • as Jaehee enters the room, the conversation between MC and the doctor comes to a halt, and they both look at her
  • “I’ll leave you two alone, now…im so sorry”
  • the doctor excuses himself from the room
  • well…that doesn’t sound good
  • as soon as the door closes behind the doctor, MC lifts both hands to their face, crying into them
  • Jaehee rushes to their side
  • “MC, what is it? whats wrong?”
  • MC doesn’t answer, they just continue to cry
  • Jaehee sits next to MC on the bed and pulls them into her, wrapping her arms around them
  • they sit like that for around ten minutes, Jaehee holding MC while their frail body shakes with sobs
  • finally MC is able to form words, although their speech is significantly broken up
  • “Jaehee…i’m g-going to die…”
  • ..what?
  • “th-the doctor just t-told me..”
  • MC can barley get the words out at the moment
  • shhh…it’s going to be okay”
  • Jaehee stops MC from trying to explain any further
  • as Jaehee holds MC she too starts to cry, her face heating up as the warm tears roll down her cheeks
  • is MC…really going to die? 
  • the thought makes Jaehee pull MC even closer to her
  • Jaehee…loves MC
  • she cant believe she’s almost out of time…
  • Jaehee curses herself now, feeling like she wasted so much time
  • “MC….can i tell you something?”
  • MC nods, still unable to speak
  • Jaehee moves away from MC a little so she can look them in the eyes
  • “I love you”
  • MC looks up at Jaehee, their eyes red from crying
  • “I love you too, Jaehee”
  • as MC says this a single tear rolls down they cheek, and Jaehee wipes it away
  • Jaehee leans toward MC slowly, kissing them
  • MC returns the kiss, lifting a hand to Jaehee’s face
  • Jaehee pulls MC closer to her again as they kiss
  • Jaehee wishes she had done that months and months ago
  • they could have lived together so happily
  • maybe if Jaehee had asked MC to be with her…
  • this never would have happened 
  • the regret building up inside of Jaehee is strong enough to make her sick
  • but she can’t let that control her last days with MC
  • Jaehee continues to kiss MC, feeling a wetness on their lips from tears that never stopped falling
  • she wants to kiss MC for hours and hours
  • to make up for all the time she spent hiding her feelings
  • when Jaehee finally pulls away, she is hardly able to talk either
  • “MC…will you go on a date with me?”
  • MC smiles a little, still sniffing
  • “Jaehee, i cant leave the hospital”
  • “don’t worry about that”
  • Jaehee kisses MC again
  • “get some rest and when you wake up, we’ll have our date. okay?”
  • “Jaehee, i dont want to rest. i dont want to lose any more time with you”
  • it hurts Jaehee more than anything to leave MC, but she continues to insist that MC sleep for a little
  • “I’ll be here when you wake up”
  • and when MC woke up, Jaehee was there as promised
  • along with a small table and two chairs
  • in the center of the table were a few red candles that filled the room with the scent of warm vanilla
  • the two plates sitting on the table already had food on them
  • Jaehee wore a short dark blue dress that tied behind her neck, halter style
  • “Jaehee…you look stunning”
  • MC sits up slowly, soaking in the beautiful scene and the soft aroma
  • “care to join me, darling?”
  • MC blushes when Jaehee calls them darling
  • so Jaehee and MC enjoy a meal together that night at the hospital 
  • Jaehee in her dress, MC in their hospital gown
  • Jaehee talks about the first time she realized she loved MC
  • and how she wished she could kiss them and tell them how she felt
  • but she was always so nervous and it was hard for Jaehee to sort out her feelings, back then
  • when the “dinner” is over, Jaehee blows out the candles she had lit in the room
  • Jaehee helps MC into bed
  • “Jaehee…will you stay here with me tonight?”
  • Jaehee kisses MC as she pulls a blanket over them
  • “I will never leave you again”
  • MC’s last night is spent in Jaehee’s arms
  • where they always wanted to be

Jumin

  • Jumin is in a conference when he gets a call from an unknown number
  • normally he doesn’t take calls during meetings, but decides to excuse himself from the room 
  • “Is this Jumin Han?”
  • “Yes”
  • “MC is at the hospital right now, they told us to contact you”
  • Jumin’s eyes widen
  • MC is hurt??
  • “is it serious?”
  • “I’m afraid so”
  • Jumin hangs up the phone and leaves for the hospital without finishing the meeting
  • when he arrives at the hospital the doctor is in the lobby waiting to greet him
  • “Mr. Han…i think you should sit down for a moment”
  • “I need to see MC now”
  • “Mr. Han i have to tell you something”
  • when Jumin hears that MC only has a few days left…he’s too shocked to even cry
  • he just stares at the ground
  • still as a statue
  • isnt it amazing how someone’s entire life can be ripped to shreds in a matter of minutes
  • without MC…
  • Jumin can already feel himself going insane
  • it’s not until Jumin sees MC quietly sleeping in their hospital bed that he starts to cry
  • he always thought they looked to cute when they were asleep
  • he didn’t think it was possible to take the way someones chest rose and fell for granted
  • but now he feels like he had
  • he wished he spent every night with MC just watching them sleep
  • because soon MC will rest their eyes
  • but their chest wont rise and fall in the same familiar way
  • he wont be able to feel their warm breath on his face, inches away from his own
  • or feel their heart beat in rhythm with his
  • Jumin cries for what seems like hours before MC wakes up
  • “Jumin…i’m glad to see you”
  • Jumin kisses MC’s hand
  • “did the doctor tell you-”
  • “yes, my love, i know everything”
  • MC opens their mouth to speak, but Jumin starts again before they can say anything
  • “let me grant you a wish”
  • “….what?”
  • “i can give you anything you want, MC. we can even leave this hospital if that’s what you desire”
  • “Jumin, you are my wish”
  • Jumin tries to shove away the pain pounding in his head
  • “let me do this one last thing for you, my darling”
  • MC tries to tell Jumin they don’t need anything except for him
  • but Jumin desires so desperately to grant their wish
  • he wants to give them everything in the world
  • because once they’re gone…
  • his will be so empty
  • “Paris”
  • “you want to see Paris?”
  • “i want to go to the most romantic place on the planet with the man I love”
  • withing hours MC and Jumin are on a private plane to Paris, despite the doctors advice for MC to stay in bed
  • MC has to use crutches and their arms still have bandages on them
  • but to jumin, MC is still the most beautiful human on the planet
  • they enjoy everything Paris has to offer
  • they even see the Eiffel tower
  • looking at MC under the lights of the city…
  • Jumin feels lucky to have such beautiful memories of MC as his last
  • they watch fireworks together and enjoy a fancy dinner, bandages and all
  • Jumin even wears his arm in a sling to dinner when MC feels embarrassed about looking so ragged
  • even though Jumin is going to lose MC
  • he feels happy that he could make a dream of theirs come true
  • just like they made all of his dreams come true  

707

  • Seven was MC’s emergency contact
  • when he got there MC was still asleep
  • he was told the news before MC even woke up
  • he was just sitting by their bedside, holding their hand
  • watching as their chest moved up and down
  • the perfect picture of peace
  • his peace
  • the doctor came in while MC was still sleeping
  • “Sir….i have to tell you something. please come outside with me”
  • Seven hates the idea of not being at MC’s side for even a second
  • what if they wake up?
  • he has to be there when they wake up
  • “Sir”
  • Seven joins the doctor in the hallway
  • when he’s told that MC will die in a few days
  • he can’t stop the anger from rising in him
  • Seven starts to yell at the doctor in the hallway, his mental state unhinged 
  • “what the hell are you here for if you can’t save them?!”
  • “sir, please calm down”
  • Seven has to leave the building to collect his thoughts
  • this can’t be real
  • he slams his fists against the outside wall of the building, shouting at no one
  • “No! You have to save them!”
  • he continues to yell and pound on the wall, tears starting to stream down his face
  • “they…you have to…i need them…”
  • he slides down, crumpling on the floor as his yelling regresses into whispers
  • i need them…
  • Seven thought about his life with MC everyday
  • they saved him from his dark world…
  • they ended his pain
  • even through him pushing them away
  • MC showed him the light
  • he wasnt ready to go back into darkness
  • “please…save my light…”
  • Seven sits outside with his back against the wall of the building, sobbing into his hands and talking to no one
  • they were gonna have a life together
  • he wanted to marry them and have kids and grand kids and spend 80 years just by their side
  • now…it’s all ending so soon
  • but Seven can’t cry away his last moments with MC 
  • he wants to spend every second by their side
  • starting now
  • Seven lifts his glasses up to rub the tears away from his eyes and brushes his hoodie off
  • when Seven returns to MC’s room they’re still sleeping soundly
  • thank goodness
  • this time instead of sitting by MC’s bedside, he sits next to them on the hospital bed
  • from beside them he watches MC sleep
  • tears build up in his eyes again, but he forces them away
  • enjoy this time
  • make the most of this
  • when MC’s eyes finally flutter open, Seven feels like his heart is going to implode
  • “hey there, sleeping beauty”
  • “Seven…”
  • MC gives Seven a tired smile and tries to sit up, but they start to feel an intense pain
  • Seven sees MC’s face twist and insists they lay back down
  • “i’m sorry about all this, Seven…”
  • “don’t be worried, hot stuff. i’ll stay by your side until you’re all healed up. okay?”
  • he wants to act normal in front of MC, pushing down the lump in his throat that forms when he thinks about their inevitable fate
  • MC grabs onto Sevens arm and smiles, cuddling up to him
  • “okay…”
  • MC closes their eyes to nod off again
  • after about an hour, when Seven is sure MC is asleep, he decides to leave the hospital for a bit
  • i’ll make sure you never feel sad. i’ll make youre happy until your last moments on this earth…by taking you away from earth
  • i’ll make your world as bright as you made mine
  • when MC wakes up again Seven is standing in the middle of the room, wearing a big smile
  • he’s dressed in a tuxedo
  •  it’s night time now, so the whole room is dark
  • except for a field of stars on the ceiling, bring projected from a special lamp next to MC’s bed
  • a few planets are hanging from the ceiling by strings
  • MC spots earth, jupiter, saturn, and a few others including the moon
  • “Seven….whats this..?”
  • Seven walks over to MC, taking their hands in his and kneeling down on one knee
  • “will you…marry me in the space station?”
  • MC smiles, giggling a little
  • “Seven, you know I will! but…”
  • MC leans in close to Seven, whispering in his ear
  • “this isn’t the space station”
  • “why, of course it is!” 
  • Seven stands and gestures to the ceiling
  • “look at all of the stars! and look, we can even see earth from here!”
  • MC laughs more, clutching their stomach
  • “how about we get married when i’m not being hospitalized?”
  • “I can’t wait that long and well, i only booked the space station for one night.”
  • Seven returns to his kneeling position
  • “so…marry me? please?”
  • “okay, Seven”
  • MC smiles sweetly at him as they answer
  • at that moment Seven lets a priest into the room that was waiting outside
  • and they have a small private ceremony in the space station
  • “you may now kiss the bride”
  • Seven has to lean down to MC to kiss them
  • “i love you, Seven”
  • “I love you too. more than i can ever say”
  • Seven never tells MC that they’re going to die
  • he wants them to look forward to spending a lifetime with him
  • he wants them to know how badly he wanted to make them his forever
  • to MC, they will spend a life together and have kids and grand kids
  • the next few days Seven spends as MC’s husband are the best of his life
  • and when MC passes
  • Seven hopes that when he meets MC in heaven
  • they’ll still be married

this is mega angsty hope u hated liked it <3

headcanon requests?

Jungkook roommates!au
  • the kind of roommate who wakes you up at 8am even though you don’t have a lesson until 12pm singing “we‘re all in this together”
  • you sending him death glares through the bathroom door because damn it
  • him poking you when you try to sleep again
  • “don’t be salty y/n :)) your are the gabriella to my troy :))”
  • and ofc you just can’t stay mad at him
  • also the kind of roommate who can’t breath without making it look funny
  • which is why you were so shocked when he showed up at school the first day looking like a model walking down the catwalk
  • you thought he could have a twin brother or something
  • until he turned to you with his damn meme face making you trip over your own feet
  • 100% sure he has a secret collection of anime figures
  • and that’s because once you came home with friends just to find him rolling around in his pikachu onesie 
  • ..singing the pokémon opening
  • your friends being like ?? we thought he was different ?? 
  • “welcome to my world”
  • him being really pouty for the whole week because that was rEALLY EMBARRASSING Y/N !! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME
  • “i didn’t plan it okay don’t be salty troy :)))”
  • him mentally planning revenge
  • which resulted in you falling down thanks to a banana peel left on the floor
  • yes
  • a banana peel
  • “yOU BROKE MY ARM YOU FREAKING LOSER”
  • jungkook feeling really guilty because !! it was supposed to be an harmless joke !!
  • so he basically became your personal hairstylist for the whole month
  • a flirty hairstylist
  • “you need to stay still y/n”
  • you feeling really embarrassed because really jungkook ?? keep your face at safe distance then ??
  • jimin and taehyung coming to visit and staring at you because gurl calm down he is just washing your hair
  • he isn’t ?? he is clearly trying to make you flustered ??
  • you asking yourself why because he obviously wasn’t like this before ??
  • so you blame the fact that he feels guilty :)) he can’t have a crush on you lmao :)) you are being delusional :))
  • so you just keep telling yourself that but it’s getting out of hand okay
  • you catch him randomly staring at you when you watch a film or read something
  • and it’s not like “oh you have something in your hair and i’m trying to make it go away with my mind control” nO IT’S THE STARE
  • so you casually question him about his love life like
  • “i heard you went out with the girl who came to give you those notes”
  • and he is laughing because lmao no why would anyone say that
  • NO ONE SAID THAT
  • YOU JUST WANTED TO HAVE AN ANSWER
  • you get to the point of asking jin for help because yOU CAN’T LIVE THIS LIFE ANYMORE !! YOUR HEART WILL EXPLODE !!
  • but no jin won’t help because he is jungkook’s friend too :)) u kno :))
  • so one day you hear someone talking outside and it’s a girl’s voice and oH MY GOD IS THAT JUNGKOOK TALKING WITH HER
  • and your heart drops a little because the truth is that you were hoping for something ?? even if you were pep talking yourself into believing the opposite ??
  • so you just do your best to be nonchalant because nO YOU WEREN’T EAVESDROPPING
  • but haha :)) when he enters the room you are reading and looking really concentrated :)) you are safe :))
  • “your book is upside down y/n”
  • :)) no way
  • “yeah but let’s not talk about me :)) was your date good?? :))”
  • him grinning because is that why your book is upside down ??
  • so you just go to sleep because there’s no way you are talking about his date why did you even ask
  • the next day you are walking more like dragging yourself to your lesson and you bump into a girl
  • and she widens her eyes when she sees you because !!! i know you !!
  • ?? you know who ?? bUT WAIT YOU KNOW THIS VOICE 
  • “you are jungkook’s roommate !!”
  • your mind is blank at this point because.. what
  • “did jungkook confess already?? he said yesterday was the right moment :))”
  • so while you are trying to process all these informations she quickly waves her hands and says goodbye while smiling and you are like ?? i’m here dead and you leave me ?? what if i faint gurl
  • “ahem”
  • you mentally tell yourself that no way this can’t be happening we are real people and this is not a movie right
  • “aHEM”
  • he is behind you isn’t he
  • “yes i am”
  • you said that aloud didn’t you
  • “you did”
  • oH COME ON WHY DO I GET A MOUTH WITH NO CONNECTION TO MY BRAIN??
  • so you turn around and he is trying not to laugh 
  • rude
  • “she spilled the beans before i could so i guess i don’t have to say it again”
  • and you get the urge to scream and laugh and cry at the same time because ?? emotions ?? 
  • but there’s no way you are letting him get away with this without being at least a little bit embarrassed
  • and he probably understand by looking at your face because in the matter of a second he is pulling out of his jeans a little bracelet with a few pendants that look like your whole relationship put together
  • wait
  • “you put a banana pendant on the bracelet you are using to confess ?? really jungkook ?? really ??”
  • he just shrugs his shoulders and smiles
  • and ofc you laugh because don’t they say that birds of a feather flock together :))