i stayed up all night the other night to make this bc somebody had to

Fireflies (Ashton Irwin)

for @pretendtobepunkrock‘s single dad!5sos blurb night!

ok so basically i was gonna post part 2 to love me again today but then somebody decided to have another blurb night (not that i’m mad about it) and it’s single dad!5sos and obviously i wanted in on that shit and that’s what this is!!!!! (lma will be updated wednesday though if you’re waiting for that bc lord knows i’m not about to post two full imagines in one day ok i have a sanity to maintain)

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You were in a small room illuminated by the fluorescent light bulbs in the ceiling. You just had your blood drawn – excited it was finally over, to be honest – and were making your way back out of the room when you saw the same little girl sitting in one of the seats that you’d seen earlier. She was still sitting there alone, and now that you were getting a good look at her, you couldn’t deny that she was definitely scared.

“You look like you’re getting your blood drawn today,” you said to her, making her look up at you. She nodded shyly, her thumb stuffed in her mouth as a form of comforting herself. “Are you nervous?” She nodded again. “You wanna know what it feels like so you’re ready?” Another nod.

You sat down cross-legged in front of her chair so she didn’t have to look up at you and could relax her neck instead.

“Have you ever been pinched before?” She shook her head. “Can I show you what it feels like?” She nodded. You carefully pinched her leg, surprised when you earned a small giggle from her. You smiled at her and continued talking. “The nurse in that room-” You pointed back to the room you had just come out of. “-is going to tell you to make a fist, she’s gonna poke your arm right here-” You then held your own arm up and showed her your bandaid. “-and she’s gonna make that pinching feeling happen on your arm. And this might be just a rumor-” You looked around as if you had a big secret to tell her that no one else could know about. “-but I heard that if you’re really brave, she’ll give you a sucker.” You could see her eyes light up at the comment just as the nurse came out of the room.

“Emmi Irwin,” she said, smiling at you, obviously having heard what you were saying to the little girl, “Is Daddy back yet? Do you want to wait for him?” The little girl’s eyes widened at the sound of her name as she looked at you.

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Made of stardust and moonlight

Characters: space pirate!Sungjin & You

Setting: space au, apocalypse au, kind of soulmate au*

Genre: angst with cheesy happy end

Summary: He lost you and now he’s searching for you in every corner of the universe because he can’t sleep without seeing you in his dreams.

Words: 3.2k

* I combined Koi No Yokan (The sense one can have upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love. Differs from “love at first sight” as it does not imply that the feeling of love exists, only the knowledge that a future love is inevitable.) & the Japanese belief that if you can’t sleep you are awake in somebody’s dream.

Dedicated to @httpsung​! As your day6writers secret santa I wish you a very merry Christmas, Jae! ♥

Originally posted by day6dailygifs

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title: incomplete without you
fandom: haikyuu!!
pairing: iwaoisuga
word count: 6930
summary: koushi has never had a soulmate, so he’s gone through life feeling a bone-deep loneliness that never seems to go away. but all of that changes when he’s in his second year of high school, when one day two sets of writing that aren’t his own appears on his skin.

(au where any marks made on your soulmate’s body appears on your own)

here on ao3 and also below the cut!!

part of my haikyuu!! soulmates au!! (ao3 link)


Sugawara Koushi does not have a soulmate.

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Mean Queens Ch.8 (Group Fic) - NymphCAMP

Nymph’s A/N: This is a very, very overdue chapter and all I can do is apologise. I wish I could lay the blame on pureCAMP, alas it is all on me and Brenda (and a little comeapart and porn idol. Without them this would’ve been done last week). I am an idiot biscuit. But I hope you enjoy this meaty chapter, we’re getting into the real fun stuff now, and I promise it won’t be long until the next update! (i’m not going out this week).

PureCAMP(wank)’s A/N: we are bad for keeping you waiting. Blame nymph, she’s the one with the shitty laptop (brenda) and a tendency to go to gay bars and get drunk. At least I’m faithful, i love you all. Enjoy this long ass thing, leave lots of feedback bc it makes me cry in a good way rather than how i usually do LMAO <3 shit is getting r.e.a.l.

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ID doc´s  year in life

TIME

Christmas is almost here and I can´t believe that it´s gonna be a year since I started…doctoring. AND WHAT A YEAR. I feel like i learnt a lot but also like I still have even more learning to do.

There is a lot of u here, still don´t get how this rant-filled blog has so many followers but I am glad it has. I am glad there are folks out there caring about my every day bs (and some of u even follow me on twitter! what a ride that has to be.)

Well anyway, I feel like i haven´t posted anything of value in a while. So for the first time in a long frickin time i sat down with my computer, opened a bag of extra cheesy nachos and started to write down some ideas.

In this first post (out of few i guess) I wanna write u down some of the ideas/schemes which worked for me about how to handle your time as a first year doc. As u can see I won´t be using the term intern. Where I am from …u r not really an intern. U are a full fledged doc who still needs some supervision but also sometimes when somebody professionally younger ends up with you….sometimes I am the “attending”. Doesn´t happen often but it does happen sometimes. So if u are from similar backround, or even if u r not…I hope this is gonna be helpful…or something.

  1. Plan your year

What? A year? YOU MUST BE CRAY.

No actually it´s pretty neat so just hear me out. Have some sort of plan/planner. I use my iphone calendar which can sync with my computer´s and I use a paper planner too…bc I am oldschool. 

There are occasions like birthdays and anniversaries, work stuff like a conferences and tests and certificates to take which has to be planned super ahead. Making a rough outlook of your next year wont hurt. Setting up a reminder for your boyfriends bday a month ahead so u can research the perfect gift? I mean common…that can be neat. Reminding u the next dentist or gyno visit…..The last possible day to pay for that conference….SET UP SOME REMINDERS. Made my life so much easier.

2. Plan your month

Girl u gotta set up those period reminders. Getting stuck in a all nighter without pad or a tampon and  have to ask the nurse to bring u some from the supplies u have for patients….not pretty…and those pads and AWFUL. Nothing worse that handling your shift well just to realize your panties are like something from a murder scene. 

Totally kills the vibe.

Also it´s good to know when do u have shifts. Mark the dates. Do meal prep before a shift and a “cool down” activity after a shift. I usually go out to see a movie or just plan a fun night with my bf and a bottle of wine watching Gilmore girls. It will make u something to look forward to as u get up at 4:00 in the frickin morning for otherwise healthy young man who had one watery stool and vomited once…and u bet your ass he called himself an ambulance. OH the rage.

If u have some holiday that month…do so! Sleep in, cook food, chill out…self care folks. Planning is caring.

3. Plan your week

I usually play my week around three or four main activities. Firstly work, second my free tme, my chill time and my beauty time. I´ll talk about work later.

My free time is all about friends, family and my boyfriend. I make sure I stay connected with people I care about even only when I send the poo emoticon to my brother. I call with my mom. I do some reding for work, I check up with finances, I check up what´s needed at home. I make plans to cook/buy/clean up. If not on paper at least in my head. I do yoga.

I CANNOT recommend a more useful app as Wunderlist. If u like lists and u have a partner with who u share a flat THIS IS THE SHIT. It makes u share lists and u can see if he or she checks the boxes as DONE. Makes doing house-work and buying stuff way more easier. And fun.

My chill time is about winding down. I don´t usually do a lot of moving during my chill time. I either just watch netflix or read a book or scroll on tumblr or play new Dishonored. I just chill and I dont care if there are dirty dishes or if my core isnt tight enough.

Beauty time is all about the pampering. Working at the hospital is gonna take a lot. Not just the stress and long hours - but also the overheated rooms during winter when the ganitors run the central heating UP TO MAX SOLAR LEVEL BURN BURN EVERYONE BURN. Your hair suffers and your skin suffers and its all dry and kinda unhealthy looking and there are weird spots and veins….I take long baths, I do face masks and hair masks and essential oils. At least once a week there is a section which is all about that bod. Your body is your temple. And u wouldn´t want your temple to be dry gray depressing wasteland would u. Take care of that bod. There are few essentials, when it comes to these things- I use/bring to wards everyday but about that some other time.

I usually plan one or two fun activities each week. Might seem like that´s not enough but When I come at home at four, it already dark outside, and its six below zero…there isnt much will left in me to even do stuff, not talking about going outside! that´s cray! So that leaves weekends. I plan meetups with friends, trips to the cinema, getting to know the city (bc we moved). Anything really. Something to look forward during your work hours. Unless you work weekend in which case everything sucks and nothing can save you.

4. Plan out your day

Oh boy. I use to plan a day  into two big sections. Firstly work, secondly the rest.

I have to be at work before 7:00 and I should know at 7:00 if shit went down with my patients. It usually means sitting behind a computer, eating my breakfast, slurping strong coffee and reading my colleagues notes about the night shift.

Then I make small notes about my patients like
“Miss X will have CT today, need to call the tech and tell him…..”

or

“Mr. Y doesn´t like his diet…gotta talk with the diet nurse and come up with something..”

Stuff like that. Stuff actual FOR THAT DAY. 

If u are freshly out of school and suddenly u work at a hospital…the whole process can and probably will take some time to getting use to. You will have to make up a system which works for u -  from how to best manage patient, who u can turn when u need a surgeon´s opinion when the the surgeon on call is a total asshole. Which therapist is the best and actually helps people. Where u can score some free pens ? Stuff like that.

For me the hardest thing was how to most effeciantly do rounds. I often have 8-10patients. SOmetines when I am all alone on the floor I have 20patients. And they can be all very difficult cases. And nobody is there to help me.

So I usually start - first the acutely worsening - septic, old folks which cardiac problems, suspected PE etc….there is A LOT that can happen in ID department. If there isn´t anyone actively dying on me I usually start with new admits. They normally take the most time.

I check their papers, their vitals, their main complains and after I go check on the physically. Then I come back and write my notes, order tests etc. When that is all done I check out if any new results came in.

!!I always write notes into my patient´s papers about which results we are still waiting for.

Again, if nobody is actively dying, around twelve I go to have a lunch. I eat regularly. Bc, once again guys. Self-care. The department won´t crumble after you leave for 20-40minutes for your legally required brake. Also running a floor…its a team effort.

And thats why I have to make  a correction here…

The first thing I actually do when I come in in the morning, I ask the nurse: Who do I need to see first. Bc nurses are your eyes and ears and hands.

After lunch I write down plans for my patients, something like :need another chest xray and if clear will go home the day after tomorrow…etc. In that case u always know who and when u wanna discharge somebody.

Also I write discharge papers…I try to write a bit every day of their hospitalization…but i am gonna be honest…sometimes I am just too frickin lazy.

And then its 5minutes before the end of my work day. And that´s that.

When it comes to most of my notes in my planner about my post-work activities….I usually have writing down stuff like - V cooks dinner, dishes are on me this time, gotta start christmas decorations. Gotta buy a christmas tree! Write down all the food I wanna cook on christmas…look up recepies and ….

U get the idea.

I was never a big planner. I kinda swam tru my life plan-free. Stuff happened and I managed. But once I started working as a doc I realize there IS A LOT I have to keep up with - work and home and friends and LIFE. It cannot be all work and no fun.

anonymous asked:

I read your yamaguchi platonic head cannons and now I really want a scenario where yams' best female friend/crush is getting out of a breakup and she asks him for a hug in the middle of the night and he walks the ten minutes to her house give her a hug bc now that u planted it inside my head I cannotstopthinkingaboutitomg. So please? And thanks? You're a wonderful writer and I love your blog, puppet master B :)💗

《 Fun fact: the entirety of my existence is dedicated to writing heartbreaking angst for Tsukishima Kei, but when it comes to Yamaguchi I can’t bring myself to do anything for him but give him the best, my precious star child…》

Yamaguchi’s heart nearly jumped out of his throat the moment he got the call.


It was 3:36 AM on a Friday night, and to Yamaguchi, that meant alone time. The serenity brought along in early hours was bliss, no chatter or traffic, just the calming sounds of the wind against his window pane and the monotonous click of keys under his fingers. He was lost in it at this point, his eyes were so bleary he had no idea what he was even typing. He knew he should be asleep, but the forces of teen rebellion forced him to stay awake over the sheer fact that he could. Every half hour he would ask himself, “why am I doing this?”, but he never gave himself a proper answer. The clicking just got more and more monotonous, at this point, he wasn’t even sure he was typing any real words, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the entirety of the screen was covered in key smashes. He rested his head down upon the keys, which was sure for another notorious key smash, but he didn’t really care. He let his eyes flutter shut for a moment, taking in the sound of the wind, and the hum of his overheated laptop, and the faint noise of crickets by the nearby pond, and he was sure in that moment, all was well.
Until his phone rang. 


He had completely forgot that Tsukishima set his ringtone as Fergalicious as a joke once, and completely forgot to change it until now. His eyes snapped open and he yelped, nearly jumping three feet off his bed and fumbling with his laptop to make sure it wouldn’t hit the ground with him. The haunting voice of Fergie was the last thing he expected to hear at a time like this, and as he tried to regain his sanity on the floor, his phone kept ringing. With shaky legs he stood up, crawling over to his nightstand to answer the call. It was __, a good friend of his, one who never really contacted him this late unless she had a bad internet meme to share. Immediately his heart started beating faster, because a phone call like this was never a good sign. He answered quickly, although he was sure his voice was going to be a broken mess due to the scare he just had. The other line was dead silent, just static and the faint sounds of breathing. He began to think maybe it was a mistake, the possibilities that she butt-dialed him were very, very high, that was, until he heard a sniffle.
“__?” He whispered, holding the phone up closer to his ear. “Are you ok?”
She kept quiet, although soft cries told him that she was still there. It took her a moment before she responded, but Yamaguchi waited. She was crying, and __ never cried, and that scared him more than Fergie screaming into the darkness at three o’clock.
“Tadashi…” Came a broken whimper, “Can you come over?”
“Come over, what-” He whispered frantically, trying to keep his voice down out of the fear of waking somebody up. “Why do I need to come over? __, what happened?”
“He broke up with me..,” came a sigh. “I know I shouldn’t be so upset over it ‘cause we only dated for three months but… It hurts, y’know?”
“I know.”
“Can you seriously come over, though? I’m in desperate need of a Tadashi hug right now.” Her laugh was bitter, but it was a laugh, choaked out between quiet shaky sobs. Tadashi’s heart almost broke for her right then and there, and his mind started racing with plans of how he was going to sneak out.
“You’re telling me to sneak out? That’s not a very good example you’re setting here…” He teased. Although, he was already out of his bedroom, sneaking down the steps and praying to God his parents wouldn’t hear him. Of course, their punishment towards him wouldn’t be too brutal, he was their precious baby, the only child. He could set the house on fire if he wanted and he’d probably get rewarded.
“Well, you agreed to it! It’s not like I’m telling you to go to a drug sellout!”
Yamaguchi found himself laughing, listening to her voice tentatively as she kept chattering on the other end of the line.
“Do you really need me to come over, still? You sound pretty alright…”
“Yeah, I still need you to come over!” She whined. “You’re like a medicine, just talking to you is like the sample you get in the doctor’s office but I need to bring you home and take the real thing.”
“Deep?” He questioned, ever so quietly shutting the front door behind him. The other end went silent for a moment, and so did he, making everything was secure behind him. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was a bit nervous. Never in his life did he dream about sneaking out, to give a girl a hug nonetheless, and maybe the frigid wind of teen rebellion was something Yamaguchi wasn’t all that up for. He made an eternal promise to himself that staying up late was the farthest he was ever going to go again.
He kept her on the phone as he walked, letting a comfortable silence fall between them. Every so often she’d ask where he was, and he’d give a response, curtly telling her the exact block and house he was passing by. She didn’t live too far, but she wasn’t all that close either, and if Yamaguchi could drive, he would’ve taken a car instead.

Ten minutes later he wound up at her house, the entirety of it dark except her window, light casting through the drapes and the silhouette of her inside. Suddenly, he became very nervous, not knowing what he was supposed to do now. She had hung up a while ago, telling him that her phone was “nearly as dead as she was” and bid him farewell, and now that calling her was out of question, he had no idea how to get her attention. Ringing the doorbell or knocking was out of question. Her parents could be home and the last thing he wanted was to get yelled at, he could just scream but obviously, he didn’t want to get yelled at. It took him a moment of loitering around on her front yard to finally come up with an idea. He sighed at first upon the realization that what he was about to do was quite possibly the worst trope ever to be invented. He was going to throw pebbles at her window. He picked a few up from the landscaping on her front yard, muttering to himself at how stupid he must look after every pebble that hit her window pane. After a while she arrived, doubled over laughing.
“I cannot believe you just did that.” She howled, covering her mouth with her hand. “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?”
“Quit it.” Yamaguchi giggled, becoming a bit red in the face himself. He knew upon arrival that she was never going to let this moment die. “How the heck am I supposed to get up there, now?”
“I’ll just meet you at the front door, my parents are in Hawaii, remember?”
“Couldn’t you have restated that before I sat out here for eight minutes confused out of my mind?”
She smiled, then disappeared from the window, and nearly second later greeted him at the front door, her arms open wide. He held his arms out as an invitation, almost tripping backwards when she nearly lunged at him.
“I know I don’t say this enough but you’re my favorite person.” She muttered into his shoulder. “This really, really means a lot, Tadashi. Thank you.”
“Anything for you.” He smiled, enjoying the warmth of her against him. “I just wanna see you happy, that’s all. Please don’t be upset over that douchebag, anyone who has the audacity to let go of __ __ is the biggest fool on earth, and I mean it.”
“Thank you, Tadashi.” She muttered again, regaining a bit of her posture and shamelessly kissing him on his cheek.
“Y-You’re welcome.”

anonymous asked:

Solangelo? Anything Solangelo?

Umm… I have some prompts in my inbox that I’m gonna start soon but for now I’m gonna give u some headcanons little anon!!

  • Nico is a night owl k?
  • Like a big night owl
  • Like will stay up till 5am and won’t wake up till 2pm night owl
  • It rlly bad
  • Like super bad
  • Like somebody needs to help this poor child
  • He always misses breakfast like all the time
  • He never gets to breakfast
  • Ever
  • Never
  • Now ofc Will is one of those freakish human hybrids that is asleep as soon as the sun goes down and will wake up as soon as it rises
  • All the frickin time
  • He’ll try to sleep in but he just never does
  • He’ll try to stay up later but he just collapses with sleep
  • He can not physically be a night owl
  • At all
  • So he’s a big sweetheart and knows how much Nico likes his breakfast and will grab extra food for him at breakfast and it will be waiting by Nico’s bed when he wakes up
  • And the first thing Nico always sees when he wakes up is Will’s smiling face with cute little dimples (Will has dimples. Fight me)
  • And he’ll be holding a plate of food and Nico will smile at his adorable bf
  • (It’s the smile that he only saves for Will)
  • And then he starts eating the food in bed with Will sitting beside him
  • Nico is maybe also one of those ppl that can run on a little amount of food or something?????? Idk but he shares with Will
  • And Will makes stupid jokes like all the time
  • Like ppl will look at him like he’s an idiot cuz they so stupid
  • But not Nico
  • No he laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard. He laughs so much he starts snorting
  • Will loves it
  • He loves Nico’s laugh and how perfectly imperfect it is
  • And (this is a headcanon that @amaiiko-chan had) Nico would play the violin
  • Like yas i love this headcanon
  • Like he doesn’t like to play in front of ppl at all
  • He just a rlly self conscious nerd
  • So doot da doot da doo Will just strolling through Camp Half Blood, thinking that Nico isn’t awake yet
  • And he passes by the Hades cabin
  • Music fills the air everywhere
  • It drifts to Will’s ears and he just stops in his tracks, admiring it
  • As if in a trance, he moves into the Hades cabin, wondering where it comes from
  • And he sees Nico, still in his pyjamas, his eyes closed, a chesnut brown violin on his shoulder
  • His fingers are dancing on the violin in a mesmerizing pattern
  • And the bow glides across the strings, sometimes blurring cuz it moves so fast and sometimes stretching out to what seems like forever
  • Sometimes it’s one note
  • Sometimes it’s fifty
  • It’s not a song that Will has ever heard before
  • Bc Nico isn’t playing a song. He’s just playing what he feels
  • And Will is just crying cuz it’s so beautiful
  • Like soooo beautiful
  • Like halp him he’s on the floor the poor child
  • And ofc the one talent Will didn’t get from his father was musical talent
  • Like he tries to sing
  • He sounds like a dying goat
  • He tries the flute
  • Dying goat
  • He tries the piano
  • Somehow sounds like a dying goat??????
  • He’s just awful
  • But Nico plays the violin soooooo beautifully
  • And he can’t believe he never knew this
  • So Nico finishes and opens his eyes and sees Will there
  • And he’s like so nervous and asking if he liked it
  • And Will runs up to Nico, taking his smol boyfriend in his arms and kissing him and saying it was amazing
  • And Nico is blushing so hard
  • Like he’s tomato red
  • Like blushing hard
  • Like halp him 
  • Now Will insists that Nico plays for him 
  • And sometimes Nico will actually write songs that he plays??????
  • Idk but all of them are based on either his sad life or his little ray of sunshine named Will
  • Sometimes they start rlly sad and then get rlly happy and it shows how his life was before and after Will
  • He literally has a song named “Sunshine”
  • And Will (bless his soul) tries to write poetry for Nico
  • It’s like Apollo’s chapter titles
  • It’s not very good
  • But Nico loves the effort and it always makes him smile when he sees the note by his bed or wherever Will decides to hide it
  • And Will hides it
  • Like scavenger hunt style
  • He will put it in the most random places ever and Nico will just stumble upon it
  • He opens his shirt drawer
  • The paper is tucked into the sleeve of his jacket
  • He brushes his teeth
  • It’s in the cup that holds his toothbrush
  • He makes his bed
  • It flutters out of the sheets
  • He goes to train
  • It’s tucked in the sheath of his sword
  • And they’re everywhere
  • Will just puts them everywhere k?
  • And Nico keeps them all but he won’t admit it
  • He has a secret stash under his bed
  • And one time Will is trying to wake Nico up for some reason and he’s on top of him and Nico rolls over idk and Will falls off the bed
  • And what do you know? He sees a bunch of little pieces of paper that he pulls out
  • They’re all his little love poems
  • All of them
  • “You kept them all?” Will asks
  • “Shut up, dork.”
  • “You’re a dork.” 
  • Then they call each other “dork” back and forth for a while 
  • Cuz their both dorks
  • But Will is good at things, don’t worry
  • He is like, an amazing dancer or something???????? Idk but he has #skills
  • And sometimes him and Nico slow dance
  • And Nico has two left feet and can’t dance
  • At all
  • So he’s stumbling and Will’s over here being a graceful dork
  • And Nico just ends up sitting on the floor watching Will
  • And sometimes Camp Half Blood has talent shows
  • And Will will dance as Nico plays another song he wrote
  • (They win every time (that’s why they don’t do them often cuz they know who’s gonna win))
  • Nobody dares to challenge the cute couple
  • And Will is always so romantic and always showing affection to Nico
  • Who is 99.999999% of the time blushing
  • Always blushing
  • But when they’re alone Nico is a complete sap
  • He’s the sappiest sap there is
  • Like he’s sappier than Will
  • Like he’s just too cute, okay???
  • Just help him
  • And Nico is very clingy
  • Like super clingy
  • Will can’t even hang out with another boy if Nico isn’t there
  • Cuz he’s scared Will will see that there are other boys that are better than Nico (bc he isn’t confident in himself)
  • And when Nico admits this Will just hugs and kisses him and says there is nobody quite like him and that he is the best bf anyone could ever ask for and he’d never leave him for some other boy
  • 99.9999999% sure Solangelo wins the award for sappiest couple
  • The whole camp ships them
  • Like so hard
  • Like some of the Aphrodite campers write fanfiction about them
  • And the more talented ones draw fanart
  • And neither of them know
  • And they give everyone fanfic so secretly
  • Like they just have fan art and fanfic stuffed in the pockets of their coats
  • All the time
  • The Aphrodite cabin is tumblr
  • They are Solangelo trash
  • They are Camp Half Blood’s tumblr
  • Like srsly
  • It’s bad
  • And Will and Nico are still oblivious
  • And they don’t understand why the Aphrodite kids (or all of Camp Half Blood tbh) are fangirling whenever they just hold hands
  • The Aphrodite kids are us
  • They are us ok?
  • Just #aphroditeshippers2k17
  • Everyone in this camp needs halp
  • Somebody halp them
  • (oops the fandom can’t cuz they also dying)
  • (oops. we all being put in a mental hospital)
  • (see y’all later. I going to crazy town)
  • (toot toot)
  • (train to crazy town)
  • Solangelo is just adorkable, k?
Molly. LRH.

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

A/N: this doesn’t have like real smut in it, but like…almost/sort of/kind of does. Kind of mentions sub!Luke. (which btw i think would be hotter than dom!Luke but thats just me i guess) Also, you guys should send in requests, otherwise I’m going to keep making song preferences bc i have a lot. 

Words: 2,500+
Pairing: Luke/Reader
Rating: PG-13 

“Molly, you can have him. You’re much cooler than me. I never liked staying up smoking weed till three. So take my boots in his closet, like you took my man; it’s clear you don’t mind wearing things secondhand.”
-Emily Kinney, Molly.

Based on the song Molly by Emily Kinney. I don’t know if that is clear.

It had been two weeks. Two, very quiet and very awkward, weeks. Of course, I was the only one who thought this. My boyfriend had no idea that two weeks ago I had found out that he was cheating on me.

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Tired Pt. 2 (Jongin/Kai x Reader Fluff/Angst?)

Part 1

Summary: You love your bestfriend. He loves you. And the both of you are just so tired.

(( Note: It’s been a while now hasn’t it? I’m sorry for being so inactive :/ But I am trying my hardest to get back into writing bc I really do miss it ^^ Anyway, here it is! I really hope that this isn’t a let down in terms of writing bc I did take a long break but in terms of content? Hehe. You guys might mildly hate me for this but.. ENJOY <3 I’m glad to be back :) ))


Ding dong. 

You peeled your eyes open at the sound of the loud doorbell that rang all throughout your entire apartment. What? Am I dreaming?

Ding dong.

Shit. You slowly pulled yourself up into a sitting position as you rubbed your still asleep eyes. It had to be late at night because the only thing that greeted you once you managed to rub away the sleepiness was nothing but darkness. What time is it? You reached for your phone on the nightstand and with groggy eyes tried to read the illuminated screen.

2:46 am…

WHAT? 2:46 AM? 

Ding dong.

A loud groan immediately escaped your lips at the sound of the bell yet once again and you threw your warm comfy comforter out of the way only to be attacked by the freezing air. You quickly grabbed a robe from your closet, threw it on, and messily tied it around your waist as you made your way out of your bedroom. The apartment gradually became brighter and brighter each light switch you flicked on and with each step you took you began questioning who on earth could be ringing your doorbell at goddamn 2:46 in the morning.

When you finally got to the front door and had one hand on the knob and the other on the lock you froze as the fact the somebody was ringing your doorbell at such the hour. Seriously, who the hell could it be? You bit your lip, hesitant on your next move when suddenly from the other side of the door came, in the most broken and seemingly weak voice you’d ever heard-

“Please open the door, Y/N. Please.”

A sob then rang so loudly that you let out a soft gasp unknowingly.

“Please. I need you right now.”

Jongin…


The next hour consisted of Jongin curled up in your bed with his face buried in your pillow as he cried his heart out mumbling all incoherent words. You wanted to know badly for what was making him sob that hard, but you figured that it wasn’t the right time to ask, especially with the fact that you had never seen Jongin look so vulnerable. So you decided to do everything you could at the point of time and just sat at his side as he let out everything with a hand the clutched so tightly onto yours. 

After a while, Jongin eventually calmed down and fell asleep on the spot with. He seemed so exhausted from whatever happened that you yourself felt broken seeing the lively, cheeky Jongin you’d always known so miserable. Not wanting to wake up, you stayed at your spot a slowly dozed off with your head rested on the wall and hand still in Jongin’s tight grip.

Morning rolled around and you found yourself in your bed rather that in the spot you remembered falling asleep in. Jongin? Your eyes traveled around the room but there was no sign of the hazel headed boy. That’s weird, you thought, scratching your head and rubbing your morning eyes.

Still confused, you got out of bed, slipped on your slippers, and made your way down the hall towards the kitchen like you always did you prepared a cup of morning tea. You thought back on what you remembered happening last night. Maybe it was just a dream-

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

You spun around towards the voice immediately and sure enough, there stood Kim Jongin. He was wearing sweatpants and a simple t-shirt, an outfit he kept over at your place a long, long time ago and his hair was ‘morning messy.’ He looked stunning even in such simple clothing and it would amaze you every single time. 

“Jongin-”

“Chia or green tea?” Jongin asked, smiling and completely ignoring the start of your question. 

You rolled your eyes, “Stupid. It’s chai, not chia.”

“Same thing,” Jongin snarled and shook his head as he started heading toward the kitchen, “Then green tea it is then.”

When Jongin was done making you tea, the two of you sat down on the couch and sipped away at which you soon scolded him from adding too much water to the tea. Either way, watery tea or not, you still finished the damn thing. 

A while went by of the two of you talking about whatever and how exactly to make tea (my goodness), only a comfortable quietness then filled the morning air. Jongin seemed to be in a better mood that morning, compared to the state he was in last night. Maybe I should ask him about what happened?  You stared at your empty mug as you pondered to yourself. It wasn’t like you and he hadn’t ever talked about personal issues before, but it was the first time you had seen him so hurt that it scared you to know what happened to him to make him they way he had. You wanted to help him to the best of your abilities, but with that, you have to know just what was going on. 

“Hey, Jong-”

“She broke up with me.”


Jongin took a break from work and had been staying with you ever since that day. It took him a while to explain to you what happened, you still didn’t know what exactly happened, though. All you knew was that Minhee had told him something and practically kicked him out of the house. Really broad. But the last thing you wanted to do was the force it out of him. If Jongin needed time, you would give him time. Nothing pained you more than to seen him so hurt. Happy and smiley Jongin had always been the absolute best Jongin. 

Days of the past month were spent watching movies, cooking, hanging out, going to the park, basically anything and everything he wanted to do. And you had to oblige, of course, or else the fully grown man would wear a pout on his face for the entire day even though he knew that you had work to do. It was just like college days, doing those activities, and you couldn’t ever be so happy to relive the good old memories.

Jongin was still a mess but his did keep his sanity and you were surprised that he had on a look as if everything was alright. Though being as heartbroken as he was, he would often come into your room the middle of the night and  ask you the cuddle. You couldn’t complain. You really couldn’t.
Your feelings for the guy had never been so strong and finally you didn’t have to feel so scared about your feelings. Only thing was… Could you say it to him? Could you really confess to Kim Jongin?


“Yah! Kim Jongin!” You shouted irritatedly at the laughing boy in front of you. Jongin laughed hysterically as he held onto his stomach at the sight of you with whipped cream on your nose and a puddle of green tea frappe on top of the glossy surface of the cafe’s table. The two of you were having a casual Sunday day out, as this was his last day off of work, and Jongin had insisted on coming to the new cafe in town ever since its grand opening two weeks before. He finally succeeded and here you were, sitting in a booth with one green tea frappe, one iced americano, and a beautifully baked blueberry muffin to share.

It was going great until you attempted to take a sip of the frappe with your mouth instead of using a straw (big mistake) that Jongin thought of it as the perfect opportunity to tip the cup up, causing your nose to bury into the mound of whipped cream and the green drink to pool over the corner of your mouth. 

Still laughing, Jongin breathlessly spoke, “Y-you have w-whipped- Oh my god. You h-have-” Not being able to control his laughter any longer, Jongin broke out into yet another series of laughter and cries.

You stared at him furiously as you growled, “That was not funny, Jongin.”
“Y-yes, it was,” he commented as he wheezed. 

You scowled, “This was not funny and neither was it necessary. We’re twenty-two, not twelve for fuck’s sake.” They were still in college now weren’t they? Smh.

He didn’t respond as he continued on laughing in the corner of the booth with eyes the pooled with tears.

“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered, reaching for the napkin the was tucked under the plate of muffin only for it to swiftly be snatched out of your touch.

“Yah!” You called as Jongin took the napkin away from you. “Jongin, I swear I’m not going to deal with this shit today so fucking give the damn napkin-”

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down,” Jongin said as he calmed down from his laughing session and was wiping away the tears. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Here let me help.”

He scooted out of the booth on his side and came over to yours as you eyed him with eyes of daggers.

“I don’t need your help,” you scowled as he sat by your side.

“I’m helping you so deal with it, woman,” Jongin stated as he took a corner of the napkin in his hand, “Stay still.” He carefully used his other hand to hold your face still as he started dabbing the napkin on your nose. 

“You’re unbelievable,” you mumbled once again as you watched him clean your nose.

Jongin chuckled. “I might just be, but that whipped cream on your nose compliment your complexion really well…” He trailed as he continued on cleaning.

“You looked absolutely adorable, even more than before.”

What? You felt your face heat up oh so suddenly and your heart managed to skip a quick beat at his words while Jongin, on the other hand, laughed at your reaction.

“Maybe I should’ve just made you leave it there.”

“Yah-” You looked up to glare at the rather annoying boy but only to meet eyes with Jongin yet once again. But it was his gaze that shut you up. He was slightly smiling as he had on a soft endearing gaze which was directed at only you. Your heart skipped yet another beat and you bit your lip at how fast your heart paced for you best friend. You saw his eyes trail down to your lips as silence lingered the air between the two you at which you gulped at. What-

Suddenly a pair of soft lips pressed against yours causing your eyes to widen and for you to let out the smallest yelp. The lips were gentle as they slowly engulfed your pair and your could taste the distinct bittersweetness on the lips. It took you no time to realize that it was the distinct bittersweetness of an americano. It can’t be, you thought to yourself as your heart and mind raced nonstop. It can’t be- You looked in front of you and sure enough; it was him. It was Kim Jongin. Though before you could ever react to the fact, you were pulled by the waist making you sink deeper into the kiss and completely lose track of reality. 

All you knew was that you never wanted it to end. 


A month later…

It was that day.

It was finally that day.

It was finally the day, after so long, that you would confess to Jongin. Let all of your feelings out and let him know how much he meant to you. Everything built over the years would all be told and he would finally know about everything. But you weren’t scared as before, well, of course, you were still a nervous wreck, but you weren’t scared to tell him any longer. It was finally the day and it will finally be done. The day you where you finally become not so tired…

You texted him during the lunch break of a fashion magazine meeting to meet you at the cafe after both of you were done with work.

You: Jongin-ah. Can you meet me at the cafe today?

Jongin: Of course, Y/N! Why? Is something wrong?

You chuckled to yourself at how worried he suddenly got just because you wanted to meet with him. 

You: No ^^ I do have to tell you something, though.

Jongin: Oh! Perfect. I have something to tell you myself :)

You: Great :)

Jongin: See you, Y/N-ah <3

You grinned at the texts as you turned off your phone and slid it back into your back pocket. Finally, that day has arrived, you thought to yourself.

You waited at the cafe later that day at the booth the two of you usually sat at with a warm cup of tea in front of you and an order of americano in the empty seat opposite you. Figured that he’d be a little late since his work ended after yours, you passed time by looking out the window. The weather that day was rainy and cloudy, just the way you loved it. People had on raincoats and was carrying umbrellas that colored the shadowed day as droplets of rain lightly showered from the sky. Puddles were forming and kids were stomping their rubber boots on them. Despite the gloomy weather, it was still lively. You smiled and took a quick sip of your tea as you admired the weather outside. It might just be a sign to a good day. Well, of course it’s a good day, you thought to yourself and smiled even wider. 

Why wouldn’t it be?


Your tea had gotten cold and the ice in the americano had melted away. You sat in the same spot at you were an hour ago as you stared in front of you with a pounding heart and trembling hands. You bit your lip and looked at your lap as you tried your hardest not to break down even though it hurt so badly. Even if you tried, tears still managed to gloss over your orbs and slightly blur your vision. You had never felt so broken and weak. Your heat had never felt so much pain at which you wondered how could anyone handle such pain? But the clear answer was that you have to the endure the pain. No matter what. Hopefully no matter what… 

You replayed Minhee and Jongin’s words in your head one last time as a tear and the promise to endure broke within seconds.

We’re getting married,” echoed in your head. Tired.

“Congratulations,” you softly said with the strongest smile you could manage as you continued on looking at your lap as the tear slid down your face. You were so tired.

Don't Leave

TITLE: Don’t Leave

CHARACTER: Matt Murdock [Daredevil]

PROMPT: 3. “Please, don’t leave.”

WORD COUNT: idk im too lazy to transfer this to the writing program on my laptop to see how many words there are soz i’ll probably fix this later

NOTE: in which reya finds time to write a drabble at 12:41 AM while working on some science classwork and chatting with online pals. somebody requested number 50 on the request a prompt post and that’s writer’s preference so i chose number 3 bc it is easy and short

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