idk i tried my best to get this to look on a loop

Not Going Anywhere

Prompt: You come through the loop with Jacob

Request: “enoch (movie age?) x reader please :))) maybe the reader is similar to jake + enoch tries to scare her away at first but then realizes he’s falling for her + fluff?? idk thank youuuuu :)))))” -anon

Warning: None really, maybe language

Note: I decided to change the peculiarity, so instead she sees fairies and elves and things like that because it kind of lightens up the story. Also, I don’t see how Enoch would scare her away

Originally posted by fandcm-world

You had met Jacob at the therapy office. Jacob told you of the things he saw and you told him what you saw. You became best friends quickly and started hanging out at places other than the therapist office.

Jacob told you about his grandfather’s stories and you could tell they were real. When he told you he was going to the island that his grandfather told him about, he asked if you wanted to go with him. You convinced your parents to let you go.

-

You and Jacob found the loop. While Jacob was spending time with Emma, you were hanging out with Fiona and Millard. You hung out with Fiona because you could see fairies hang out around her plants and Millard because he was generally nice to you.

Enoch, for some reason, was rude to you and Millard informed you that he’s usually nicer– not by much, but still nicer. You were getting tired of him being rude to you, so you decided to confront him.

You entered his workshop without knocking.

Enoch rolled his eyes and asked you, “What are you doing here?”

“I want to know why you’re so rude to me.”

“I don’t like you.” Enoch told you, not looking in your eyes.

You tilted you heard to the side, not believing him. “Why?”

“What?”

“Why don’t you like me?” You repeated.

Enoch still couldn’t look at you nor could he come up with an answer as to why he didn’t like you. He shrugged, not knowing what do say.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” You question him, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“I don’t know! I just get this feeling whenever I’ around you, okay? I can’t think straight. I don’t act right. You’ve been on my mind since you got here ad I don’t know what the hell is going on.” He ranted.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t hate me Enoch, you don’t dislike me either. You like me Enoch.”

Enoch looked you in your eyes for the first time that day. “What? No, I-I can’t like anyone.” You think you heard him mutter, “I can’t like someone who doesn’t like me back.”

You smiled softly at him, stepping closer to the pale boy. “I like you too Enoch.”

Enoch shook his head and looked down. “No, you’ll leave just like Abe left Emma. No.”

You put your hand on his shoulders, “I’m not going anywhere Enoch.”

Thoughts on Down

This is a long-ass shit, and I’m not forcing you to read. Also, please be reminded that this is just MY opinion. We all have different opinions, and I’m here to simply share my thoughts, and not to convince you to change yours. So please don’t go to my ask pushing your opinion. I already heard yours. I woke up to a bunch of “asks” and I already know that some don’t like it, while some do.

My initial reaction:

• why is this so auto-tuned? Okay, Dinah’s voice sounds like smooth warm caramel on top of a sundae. Why is this so basic? Lauren’s adlibs tho! Why are the lyrics so generic? Oooh WFH melody… It’s gonna be a bop! Wait why is the chorus so blandly repetitive? But it’s not that bad. Why do they sound so alike?

• and picture me with my earphones on listening to the first verse, pre-hook, chorus and shit with a pensive look on my face, and disappointment running through my head like damn I wanted more…

But then Gucci Mane came in, (and I know I’m the minority in this one), but for me, the first authentic reaction the song elicited from me was his part.

Why? Because his part was so off and out of nowhere that it took me out of the rut I was in. Like imagine a flat line where the song was just monotonous, like a car cruising on a smooth freeway (not bad, but also kind of boring) but then you run into a pothole and you get jerked off your stupor…

That’s what gucci’s part was for me. A tiny spike on that flat line. A deviation that held my attention. I’m not saying it’s amazing. I’m saying that the grating sound of the bass and the randomness of it was what made me smile while listening to it. I’m not even exaggerating when I say that I was smiling the whole time I was listening to that weird bass with a tiny bit of goosebumps on my skin because I knew then that I COULD like Down without lying to myself. It was the only thing that caught my attention, aside from Lauren’s adlibs (which, girl, I wish she did more. I live for Lauren going offffff)

Don’t get me wrong though, I’m so done with these collabs with rappers, like I wanted to hear them alone, like they did with Boss (idc if you say that one is trash lmao, Boss is a bop for me. I fucking love that shit 😂), but if they really have to collab with rappers, I wish it wasn’t Gucci. Maybe Chance, or Migos damn…

But if it were up to me, I wish they would have collabed with female rappers. I still am salty that NTKG wasn’t utilized much. A missed opportunity with Missy Elliott like bitch you had to release TMG over NTKG? NTKG was at least more authentic with the sound it’s trying to project. It was old school and it owned it. Like Voicemail was reminiscent of 90’s bops and not lacing it with today’s trendy dancehall or tropical vibe. It has its own sound, and not a mix of everything generic we hear today where we hear a song and we automatically hear the edm producers more than the artist.

But OMG I digress, sorry.

So yeah, DOWN…

So after my initial reaction, I gave it a couple more listen, and then I watched the live performance, then I slept, then I woke up the next day and I listened to the audio a couple more times, watched the live several more, and here’s my conclusion:

• Down is that kind of a summer bop which grows on you. It’s not a bad song. It’s simplistic but also season-friendly. It’s probably what the label insisted on as their first release.

The reason why it probably feels lacking for me, aside from its repetitiveness, is that maybe it lacks another verse. It’s shorter than WI and WFH so it feels incomplete. There must be a reason for it. It could really be just a teaser.

• at this point in my 5h-stanning life, I’m not even expecting anything mind-blowing. All I want is for 5H to slay the charts, because this should be their era. They seem genuinely happy now and my god after everything they’ve been through (label shit and all), ALL FIVE OF THEM deserve our unwavering support.

• Sure, Down isn’t what I expected. Yes, I wanted more. I wanted more lyrics. I wanted a kickass sound. But, idk man, after several repeats, I think it’s a good enough bop.

• with regards to the vocals, I still hate the auto-tuned shit. I get that maybe they’re finally utilizing Lauren’s range, but I prefer that they don’t auto tune much because I could barely hear her rasp (which was still obvious in her live performance, despite the higher tone she’s using).

Maybe they’re doing it on purpose, making them sound the same as a symbol of their new sound’s “cohesiveness”, but I prefer old 5h where their voices are uniquely different.

• and I’m not even complaining that it sounds like WFH. I don’t have a problem with an artist using a tried and tested formula for ONE of their album’s single. It’s meant to hook the audience. It gives them that familiar sound which could make a NON-FAN recognize their older hits and draw them to the new one. Just because they said “NEW ERA” doesn’t mean that they should change their ENTIRE sound. There’s always that one or two singles that are meant to hook the general public. It’s a constant compromise a mainstream artist makes with their label.

(I mean, The Chainsmokers basically generate the same sound over and over and they’re charting as if they created music. And no, I’m not a big fan of the chainsmokers.

Point is, re-using WFH is not something unheard of. It’s a business move.)

You really can’t please everybody. Because when Lady Gaga released an album that felt authentic for her, some people criticized it and kept saying they wanted the old “Bad Romance” Gaga. When Lorde released her new single, Green Light, her hipster fanbase called her a sell-out and didn’t like that she’s deviated from her “sound” to be more mainstream and I was like bitch can’t an artist explore a different side of her artistry?

And on the flip side, can’t an artist use their old sound? My point is, Down was produced by the same people who made WFH for a reason. They are playing safe. They wanted a single that would generate enough attention like their previous ones did. Then maybe, just maybe, their next singles which probably showcase their authentic sound and lyrics will have as much impact since now people are paying attention. Because no matter how much we want them to be authentic, they’re still a girl group under a greedy ass label who needs them to maintain what their idea of a girl group music and image should be..

And while Down is not something I’m particularly excited about, it’s starting to get stuck in my head, and I don’t hate it. It’s a light summery chill song that’s good to play with your friends while sipping on your drinks by the pool. It is what it was supposed to be.

I get it, I was disappointed too. Down is a downer. But I’m not gonna judge the whole album with one single yet. I’m gonna wait.

This is why I wrote this one before Down was released:

https://problematic-camren.tumblr.com/post/161338803713/5h3

Because I knew that I wasn’t expecting much from their music. I sure hope for more, definitely, BUT stanning 5H isn’t always about their music.

And just because I don’t like a few of their songs, doesn’t mean they don’t deserve my support.

I’m supporting 5h because they represent girls who are not a standard definition of what society thinks a girl should look like or how they should act like. They symbolize us. They showed us that one can achieve their dreams through hard work, and while they have been mistreated before (by their label and by fans alike) they still kept their heads up high, with grace and maturity, and kept on spreading love and inspiration, and they kept on smiling even if their hearts were breaking. They kept striving to be the best they could be, and it’s inspiring. And to see genuine warmth from these pop stars, their love and appreciation for their fans, is something that makes me wanna stan them forever. That’s why even if i really don’t like their music, I’d still keep on stanning them, because what they shared to us, the representation they gave us, the beauty and poise they all showed us, man, even if they fucking screeched for an entire album, I’ll be fuucking putting that on loop and still support their asses.

And I know it’s blind support, but I knew what I was getting into when I started supporting 5h. I wasn’t a pop person before this, I knew I won’t love their music so much. I stan them because I like them, plain and simple.

And I know it’s different for everybody. It’s all just a matter of preferences. Some could unstan just coz they don’t like the song, and that’s totally okay. We’re free to stan or unstan whoever we want. But like I said, it’s just one song. Let’s wait for the other singles and the album.

Ideally, I would love for them to show us everything they have as artists. This is their chance to go big. They have so much potential and I would have liked to see it shine while they’re still in the group. I want the brand Fifth Harmony to leave a lasting mark in this industry. I want them to be on the same spot as TLC or SG or DC. I want them to legit deserve their title.

And Down is not it. But guess what? Down is just one single. I’m gonna wait patiently for the rest of their stuff. I ONLY NEED THAT ONE CLASSIC HIT I’VE BEEN CRAVING FOR SINCE I STARTED LISTENING TO THEM. ONE CLASSIC SONG THAT WOULD STILL BE PLAYED GENERATIONS LATER BECAUSE IT’S JUST SO DAMN RELATABLE AND HEARTFELT.

That’s all I want. And I hope I’ll find that in 5H3.

Yes, Down is empty.

But I won’t unstan just because of one song. We can be disappointed (as I sure was), but I think that 5H is worth more than a few musical disappointments.

💁🏻

Across the Table

Shawn mendes
Words: idk because I’m on my phone
Note: of course I ended up writing a story about that video instead of writing the Jealous!Mendes. Anyway, I did this in about 20 minutes. That quick for me. Don’t judge. I hope ya like it 😄

“Nope, you’re coming to sit with us tonight.” Que states as she grabbed my free hand and started tugging me away, despite the fact that my fiancé was still holding onto the other.

“Wait, what?” I glanced up at Shawn who just shrugged, looking just as confused as I was.

“I know you’ve missed each other as whatever. But since we’ve been on this tour, you’ve barely spent any time with us,” she took a moment to glance over at Mike who seemed happy enough, chatting away with one of the band members, “So you’re coming to sit with us. You’ll only be apart for an hour, then you can go back to being all love-dovey.”

This was the first time I’d seen Shawn in months, I just wanted to spend as much time with him as possible until we had to leave. I never meant for Que or Mike to feel like I was abandoning them.

“You’ll be okay without me for a few hours, right?” I joked, nudging his side playfully. Shawn chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“I’m sure I’ll manage,” He ducked down, he pressed a kiss to the top of my head before quickly sneaking one from my lips, earning the usual disgusted sounds of protest from my best friend, “I love you.”

“Love you too.” We stole one more kiss before Que pulled me out of his grip.

“That’s enough,” Then just to spite her, Shawn pressed his lips against mine again, “That’s it. I’m done.”

And so was I, apparently, because as Que stomped away she dragged me along with her. She eventually slowed down once we were out of Shawn’s reaching - or kissing - distance.

“Seriously, you’re guys are insufferable,” she says that every time we do something ‘couply’ in front of her. But no matter how many times she says that, or how many times she says to ‘strong dislike’ Shawn, I’ve seen those sneaky little smiles as she’s took photos of us.

“You’re just jealous because you don’t have a boyfriend,” I teased, poking my tongue out at her, looping my arm around her waiting one.

“Zip it,” She warned, the playful tint to her voice making me giggle as I rested my head on her shoulder.

***

“Yo, Lexie, are you even listening?” The unique nickname pulled me out my thoughts. Mike stared at me smiling, although I knew he was annoyed. This had been the third time in the past five minutes that I had gotten distracted.

But who could blame me? Shawn was acting like a complete dork, and I knew he was purposely doing it to get my attention. Every time our eyes caught, that knowing grin grew larger on his face, and he would start pulling silly faces or sending me kissy lips until I was laughing and looked away.

This time Geoff caught him first, throwing the slice of lime that, I guess, was once on his drink. The fruit bounced off Shawn’s head, falling into his pasta. No one else seemed to notice this happened, making it all the more funnier.

“Yeah, sorry, carry on,” I had no idea what we were talking about anymore. The last thing I heard was about Mike being chased by a house when he was ten.

Three minutes hadn’t even passed when I glanced over at him again. His eyes instantly found mine, just as he was sucking on the piece of lime. He struggled to maintain his composure as he raised an eyebrow in a seductive manor, which honestly couldn’t be any less seductive if he tried.

Eventually, he lost it when Que and Mike turned to see what had me so distracted, his and Geoff’s laughter loud and clear, despite there being four people between us.

“Tell me again why you’re marry him? Because I really don’t see it,” Que questioned.

“Honestly, i ask myself that same question everyday,” I replied before going back to my dinner.

Rutnam Shore

[ao3]

Dean/Cas, Dean/Cassie
21k words
Chubby!Dean, college au (kind of), mystery, hurt Dean Winchester, chock full o’ plot

Summary:  Dean Winchester has never been past the city limits of the sleepy town of Rutnam Shore. Except in his dreams, where he travels the country in a classic car and fights mythical beings with his little brother. It’s the only time he gets to see his brother, since Sam died in a car crash when they were kids. Dean wants nothing more than to get as far away from Rutnam Shore as he can, but unfortunately he’s afraid of driving and feels like he’s stuck.

“Dean! Dean, don’t go over there!”

Ignoring the distant sound of his father’s voice, Dean continues scaling the wall of rocks separating him from the rest of the beach. He’s lived at Rutnam Shore for his entire life and yet this is the first time his parents have taken him to the actual beach. He’s not going to miss out on the opportunity to explore to his heart’s content.

But, as it happens, Dean is only 5 and his legs can only take him so far before his dad scoops him up and carries him back down to the crowded beach.

“You could’ve at least put your shoes on before pulling that stunt,” Dad chastises as he sets Dean down beneath the umbrella and cleans off the bottom of his feet. “Don’t do that again. You hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” Dean mumbles.

His dad doesn’t say anything else, but Dean knows if he tries to get up and join Mom and Sammy down at the shoreline then his dad will fuss at him again.

So he sits quietly, if a little huffy, and watches as Sam smacks at the sand while sitting in Mom’s lap, the tide gently washing back and forth beneath them.

Eventually Dean turns away. He finds an old woman looking his way, but she quickly averts her gaze toward the water. Dean looks at her a moment longer, but she doesn’t look at him again.

He thinks this must be a perfect day, if he could only climb over that rock.

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Love Me, Love Me Not

a Chris Evans one-shot.

  • genre: fluff
  • trigger: none, actually almost nsfw but also not?? idk how to explain this
  • word count: 978 words
  • author: @clareae
  • summary: after attending an event with chris, you were a little bit more tipsy than you thought.

You and Chris decided to stay in the nearest hotel instead of going home after the event, both having had a little too much to drink at the after party and a little too exhausted to make the drive home. In the hallway, you decided to run around in spite of your heels, creating a ruckus for the rest of the patrons. Although Chris found it amusing, you yelling and laughing so loudly, he was scared that an angry patron will come outside. He immediately grabbed you before you can run away and squatted down, swiftly carrying you over his shoulder as he finally reached your room’s door.

You giggled and held on to him while he pushed the door open after the beep was heard. He set you down inside and turned around to close the door, you immediately jumped onto the bed to calm your hazy vision a little bit, not bothering to take off your evening gown or your heels. Chris stood in front of the bed as he took off his suit jacket and tugged his tie off, rolling up the sleeves to his crisp white shirt. After he took off his shoes and socks, he picked a half-bloomed, pink peony from the ceramic vase placed on the table behind him.

He offered you the flower with a small bow, “My lady.” He proceeded to climb onto the bed and then lied down next to you.

“Why, thank you, sir,” you took the flower and twirled it around in your hand. You decided to get up and straddle him, sitting on his toned stomach. “You love me,” you picked a flower petal off and threw it mindlessly, having it land on the bed. “You love me not,” another flower petal gone. 

Chris placed an arm under his head and the other rested idly on your thigh as he watched you intently with an amused smile on his face. He was grateful that at least it was easy for him to get you into the room despite the ruckus you caused earlier. You were already down to the last few petals, the rest strewn all over the bed you both will be sharing for the night, the pink petals making a beautiful contrast all over the white sheets.

“You love me,” you repeated again and picked of the second to last petal. You were quiet for a little bit as you stared at the last petal and realised the result you ended up with, and then you looked at him and frowned, “You don’t love me?”

Chris decided to play along. He hissed and then shrugged, “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that for a while.” He gazed rather seriously at you, but a small smile was trying to fight its way across his lips, “I wanted to tell you, but I guess the flower beat me to it. I’m really sorry you had to find out this way.”

You stared at him with your big eyes, still pouting your lips. In your drunken state, you actually thought he was being completely serious. Chris couldn’t help but laugh, the hand that was placed on your thigh moved to his chest as his shoulders were shaking. “Oh, you are more drunk than I thought,” he said, pulling you by the hand so that you were lying on top of him.

“I am not!” You argued, trying to get up, but his arm was looped around your shoulders, holding you in place.

“Don’t be stubborn now, princess. Why don’t you go to bed?” He suggested. “Come on,” he rolled you off of him and tried to envelope you in his arms, hoping you’d just fall asleep. But no.

“Nooooo,” you whined, pushing him away. “I’m not sleepy,” you said and ended the sentence with an ironic yawn.

“Alright, well, why don’t we play hide and seek, okay? You’re it. Count to ten,” He mused.

“What are we, five?” You rolled your eyes.

“Just do it,” Chris prompted. “You were the one running around the hallway not ten minutes ago, you’re telling me suddenly you’re all grown up?” He teased, grabbing your hand and placing your palm over your eyes so you’d shut them as he got off the bed.

“One…” you dragged your words. “Two…”

Your voice disappeared a little bit as he pushed the door to the bathroom open and grabbed the two bathrobes hung on the metal railings. He draped them over his forearm and peeked at you, watching you slur just as you reached seven. You didn’t even get to finish the word eight before finally stopping and falling into deep slumber. Chris chuckled quietly, shaking his head as he stood over the bed, taking your strappy heels off.

He then turned you to the side gingerly, unzipping your dress for you. He tried to be respectful about it, not letting his eyes wander and just focusing on slipping the uncomfortably tight dress off, then immediately grabbing the bathrobe and put your arms through it–still trying to move carefully and swiftly to not wake you up–before finally tying it securely around your waist. He proceeded to take his own clothes off and put on his bathrobe, taking the clothes on the floor and draped it over the chair so that you two can still wear it tomorrow morning to get home.

After he was done, he dimmed the lights and climbed onto the bed, pulling you into his arms and scanned your features in the dim lighting before placing a kiss on your forehead. “I love you,” he whispered.

You stirred, letting out a groan, but he wrapped his arms around you tighter. “Okay, okay, shh” Chris rubbed your back up and down and then patting it gently, keeping you close as the impending exhaustion finally got the best of him.

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  • so the all the kids love their moms a Whole Heck of a Lot right and obviously kara and lena love their kiddos more than words can describe and its not that there’s any favoritism??  at all, like none, its just that stella is sort of naturally closer to lena??  in the same way that finn and maia are sort of naturally closer to kara, like there’s a certain sort of distance created when you’re a kid and you physically can’t Be a certain way around one of your parents
    • so there’s not distance per se but just….things that kara can do with finn and maia that she cant do with stella and things that lena can do with stella that she cant do with finn and maia 
      • and its not a Thing but then it sort of becomes a Thing ??  not so much for finn and maia bc lena and kara have gotten creative in making sure that lena’s always been able to be as involved in their lives as kara 
    • but heres the deal: maia and finn have kara’s powers and kara trains them.  that’s cool, thats fine, stella gets why she does; kara takes them to the deo with her a lot and they punch cars together (especially maia, she’s got a Lot of Rage to work through) and they go flying and kara helps them practice control over their powers and stella can’t help but feel a little left out??  bc for the most part, because her siblings are in control of their powers, they have the option to do everything she can with lena but stella doesnt have the same option with kara
    • and she hides it rlly well!  she does!  bc its not kara’s fault and its not finn and maia’s fault, its just how they are, and stella decides it has to be her fault which in turn feeds into the dark thoughts she already has bc, you know, empath that acts as an emotional sponge for the world
      • kara and lena both notice little stella withdrawing, kara notices its more around her than lena and is like..heartbroken.  just fucking devastated bc holy shit what did she do how did this happen she fucked up she fucked up and lena tries to comfort her but she’s p worried too like fuck whats going on 
      • and it doesnt help that stella can literally feel everything that they feel???  so she just shoves her feelings down even more and bounces back and then it boils over and this one in her class says her brother said that her brother is a word that makes stella shake with anger and she just hauls off and punches the girl
      • lena’s usually the parent the school calls first but she’s in opal city for a conference so lena calls kara, then the school calls kara and she’s in the middle of an interview and she let lena go to voicemail bc if its urgent she’ll call back but then she’s like “crap, it’s my daughter’s school” and her subject (idk wonder woman or smth) is like “omg no don’t worry, family first” and is super understanding when kara bolts
      • and like…….she would have expected this from maia, maybe (maia, who still takes the supplement that suppresses her powers bc she doesnt trust herself not to, maia, who gets so numb she just sometimes hits stuff just to feel something) but not stella??  not tiny little stella that used to sob when she accidentally pulled lena’s hair as a toddler or completely forgot kara had superstrength and would apply bandaid after bandaid when she bumped her elbow on the table
        • so she gets to the school and stella’s just Not Talking, in full shut down like she gets when she gets fried from the world (its sort of sensory overload??  thats the best way to describe it) and she shies away when kara reaches for her, tries to tip her face up to get a better look at the black eye she’s got forming
        • pls note that stella’s maybe eleven and still Small and she looks even tinier to kara now, looks more like the baby she pulled out of an abandoned car on the pier, and kara’s heart twists and twists at the way stella wont look at her
        • so she lays her phone on the chair next to stella and marches into the principals office and, while she agrees that stella shouldnt have resorted to violence, she also fully trusts and believes that her daughter wouldnt do anything without reason and she just verbally eviscerates the other mom, who tries to make it out like her daughter hasnt been harassing stella for years or anything (bc kara fucking commits every name to memory, every person that has ever hurt her kids, remembers their names what they said or did and she seethes bc she cant ??  fix all their problems for them???)
        • and when she marches back out, stella’s playing candy crush and has managed to escape with only suspension for the rest of the day and she still wont look at kara but she grabs onto kara’s hand with surprising force and kara’s like Okay, everything is going to be Okay
      • eventually stella says it, not to kara, but to alex bc she cant face her mom, either of her moms, with this, not when she’ll feel everything kara feels and she cant handle how it’ll hurt her to know that stella feels so angry and so useless, feels like she cant keep up with kara so she doesnt feel like she should even try, like she doesnt deserve to be kara zor-el’s daughter 
        • so alex asks if she cant tell this to kara and stella sort of sobs out a please and alex is a lot better at compartmentalizing, which is a skill stella appreciates bc it means all she can feel is alex’s love for her, kindness, warmth, not the way alex’s heart is breaking for her youngest niece
        • so alex tells kara and kara is fucking devastated like holy shit how did she not see this and alex and lena both are like hey its okay, she buries her feelings, thats part of her powers and lena’s like i didnt see it either but none of it helps bc kara’s like i failed her, i failed my kid
      • stella usually carpools w/ her best friend home or to lena’s office after school but kara all but demands an afternoon off, storming into snapper’s office and throwing him for like…..several loops with the way she basically tells him she’s taking this thursday and every thursday hereafter off.  and she calls ari’s mom to tell her that she’s picking up stella and she’s the first car at pick up and she picked up stella’s favorite drink from starbucks on her way over and her heart sort of twists a little at the obvious surprise on stella’s face to see her but she works extra hard to box that up and it must be working because stella’s stormy expression has already cleared a bit by the time she makes it to the car
        • when they pull up to the deo, stella figures that it must be time for her like biannual brain scans, to see how she’s matching up with other telepathic aliens bc they still dont know that much abt her species, but then kara’s guiding her down a different hallway, still just chatting with her abt her day and stuff like that
        • they walk into one of the Many training rooms and stella’s like ?????  and kara tosses her a gym bag from a locker that stella notices has her name on it and is like i know it’s really hard to not be able to do what your brother and sister can and i am so sorry that i never saw how much you’re struggling.  and i know its not fair that you dont get to punch cars with us, but you can punch this punching bag and talk to me and stella’s sort of overwhelmed??  but in a good way for once
        • so thats how they start spending thursday afternoons.  kara has alex teach stella proper form after that first day and then they figure out a routine—kara greets stella with a snack afterschool and they head to the deo and dont talk about the heavy stuff until after stella’s changed, after kara’s wrapped stella’s hands, until stella’s gotten a few good punches in, kara steadying the bag.  then it all starts coming out, all the terrible thoughts stella has, all the horrible things she feels that arent even her feelings to begin with, all these awful orphaned emotions that she takes on without meaning to
          • the system works rlly well bc stellas too wrapped up in her own head, in her words and in making sure she’s in the proper stance, throwing her weight the right way to notice anything kara’s thinking or feeling which is good bc she’s a kid and she shouldnt be worried about her mom’s stuff, she should just feel safe enough to let kara carry some of the burden

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okay it is time to use the sleep, but i’ve seen a bunch of those paladins in the hogwarts houses posts and i DISAGREE WITH ALL OF THEM so here we go

PIDGE:

look. i understand why you want to put her in ravenclaw. i get it. she’s super smart and loves technology, has an instinctual intelligence that just blows the rest the rest of them out of the water, and a passion for tech that fills this girl’s tiny body with joy. i understand why you want to put this girl in the smart house. but – no.

pidge’s actions speak not about a love for technology and knowledge – but a love for family. the whole reason pidge is in this crazy mess to begin with is because she was searching for her father and brother. to find them she concealed her gender, went under a fake name, got accepted into the academy, then slowly picking away at any information she can scrap up to find her family. that takes patience. her success is the product of thankless hard work to achieve a goal that’s had no results. but she endures and pushes forward, because above all pidge has loyalty to her family.

patience. hard work. loyalty. look i’m sorry but our adorable tech nerd is a hufflepuff.

that brings us too –

HUNK:

all too often shoved into hufflepuff because of his niceness or ravenclaw because he’s an ace mechanic. but neither of these quite fit.

hunk’s most prominent trait in this series is his fear. he’s scared all the time. he’s cautious when no one else is, is hesitant about taking risks the others jump into head first because he is afraid. this, of course, can only mean one thing: our hunky hunk is, obviously, a gryffindor.

courage is doing something even though you’re afraid. by that definition, hunk is the bravest person on that team. when push comes to shove he’s always there, when it matters he doesn’t hesitate. he pulls his courage to the fore and does what needs to be done.

also hunk is obviously the most chivalrous person on that team. need a gentleman to show you a good time, walk you home, lend you his jacket, and expect absolutely nothing at the of the date so he’s delighted by the kiss on the cheek you give him? hunk is your MAN.

literally he’s so gryffindor im crying.

KEITH:

okay i’ll admit our sentient ball of angst threw me for a loop since his defining characteristics are: anger, prickliness, and cluelessness (honestly this poor boy cant catch a break). he’s not a ravenclaw, he’s not particularly loyal, i wouldn’t define him as brave so much as desperate, and slytherin is so wrong for him it doesn’t even bear thinking about.

but then i realized keith’s defining characteristic : self hatred and an appalling lack of self esteem. like ye, he knows he’s a great fighter and a great pilot, whatever. but the only friend he has is shiro, and he never really clicks with the rest of the team, with pidge always with her head in the clouds and hunk and lance each other’s best friends, and somehow even when keith tries to be nice to lance the other boy ends up getting upset anyway. and keith’s got SECRETS and a PAST and he doesn’t even like himself, so why would anyone else? and he’s loyal to shiro, sure, but i don’t think that’s because he’s a loyal person or values loyalty in any way, but because shiro is all he has, so of course he’s protective of him.

this means that keith goes into … gryffindor!

look giving every day 110% when you’re uncertain and angry is really hard. but keith is always, always there for the other members of his team. he threw his lot in with them with reckless abandon, even though he’s keeping secrets from them and thinks that they don’t REALLY like him, even though keith is dealing with heavy shit in maybe not the best way he gets up every day and does his absolute best to be the BEST he can be for the people depending on him.

idk that takes a hell of a lot of courage and bravery as far as im concerned.

LANCE:

oh my salty winter teenager. people think you’re a gryffindor because you’re brave, or a hufflepuff because you’re loyal. but that’s not the case. you, my child, are the lone slytherin on this ship.

look, no one ever said slytherins were subtle. lance’s loyalty and bravery are functions of his ambition. he wants to be the best always. the best pilot, the best shot, the best with the ladies. hunk is his best friend and pidge was on his team and he tries SO HARD at the academy to make them into one cohesive team of people that work together, and he probably would have succeeded if pidge hadn’t been hiding a giant secret. because he wanted the BEST team.

is he particularly cunning? no. is he resourceful as all hell and is everything he does aimed at being the BEST in some way? you bet your ass

SHIRO:

okay this one is SO OBVIOUS. he’s a great leader! he leads with patience and kindness and as gentle a hand as he can bear to have in these difficult times. he wakes up early to train, he believes in training long and training hard but not burning anybody out. he believes in fair play, in doing the right thing even when the right thing is painful or hard. he is intensely loyal to the paladins for no other reason than they’re his.

he’s brave as a function of his loyalty, of his sense of fair play / righteousness. he’s ambitious in this same way too, the stronger he is and the more allies and power they have the more he can keep his team safe, the closer they come to restoring peace and fairness to the universe.

honestly has anyone been MORE of a hufflepuff since helga herself like come on

anyway that’s my take on everyone goodnight folks

How Stiles and Scott Met?

Word Count~ 859
Rating~ cute
Warnings~ none, just fluff
Pairings~ none
A/N~ guys, I have like three Liam imagines XD. I hope to be writing all day so send me random questions in my ask. I don’t even care what they are, I’ll answer them all. Or do whatever they say. IDK. Just enjoy =)
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Request~ Anonymous said:
Could you do a Scott and Stiles based of the video on how they met (if you type in on YouTube “how Scott and Stiles met it will be the first one) and the reader is one of there older sisters you can choose and she takes him to the park. Could you use Tyler’s and Dylan’s version of the story please. Thank you.

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To be honest, it’s kind of embarrassing how long it takes Kenma to notice.

Of course, he’s known Kuroo for forever. He’s seen him as a baby, seen him cry when he was attacked by a pigeon, seen him with cake smeared all over his face because he fell asleep at his eighth birthday party, seen him vow to boycott Disney after Bambi’s mother had died.

That sort of thing is pretty hard to be attracted to.

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miraculous ladybug fic recs

DISCLAIMER: this might be my longest rec list yet… #noregrets as I went through the entire miraculous ladybug tag on ao3 and still going

fair warning: a lot of them vary in grammar mishaps and some characterizations that even i don’t quite agree with, but these are fics that i absolutely could not put down. rest assured that most of these are fluffy fluff that’s good for the heart

well, actually, don’t take my word for it. point is, i didn’t cry for a bucketload of these so let’s assume that they’re all great with varying forms of mild angst—you’ll see my comments

connecting the dots by jequila

Marinette starts to notice some worrying similarities between her perfect Adrien and the flirtatious Chat Noir.

comment: idk about you guys, but i love fics where marinette is the first to realize that adrien is chat noir…

appeler un chat un chat by makototachibana

One night Chat Noir decides to make a joke about Adrien Agreste, and it just so happens to rub Ladybug the wrong way. But as their relationship becomes more awkward and confusing, Marinette and Adrien’s is just blossoming. 

my fair ladybug by rhapsodyinpink

When Marinette and Adrien are cast in the roles of Ladybug and Chat Noir in Alya’s new school play, real and imagined begin to complicate and influence their personalities in ways that make both their actual crime-fighting and civilian lives much more complicated than they ever could have imagined—especially when it comes to their feelings for each other.

the date by magical_awesome_kid

They had a simple deal: one date. Chat had one date to sweep Ladybug off her feet. If she still didn’t like him in that way at the end of the day, he’d give up his attempts altogether. Ladybug took the deal, knowing that her heart belonged to another.

But we know them too well.

five steps by eljay

It doesn’t take much for Chat Noir to fall for Marinette.

let me help you by michigopyon

Marinette pushes herself a little too far. Adrien feels an unexplained need to protect her, offering his help and hoping to learn more about his classmate in the process.

secrets, crushes and bad pizza toppings by lady_lombax

When Marinette discovers Chat Noir’s identity, it leads her on surprisingly short journey as to which side of him she truly loves. Turns out she knew which one all along.

valentines and denial by amiraculousladybug

Adrien discovers Marinette authored the anonymous valentine, and now he can’t stop noticing her

comment: just in time for valentine’s day ♥

the associative property of identity & other modern mathematic disasters by arouria

“You- You aren’t saying that—”
“Yes.”
“So then you know I’m—”
“Yep.”
“And that means you’re—”
“Yeah.”

“Oh my god.”

comment: very good for a more comedic and hilarious perspective on a potential identity reveal

look at me by raeryn

“What do you do if you’ve discovered your best friend’s biggest secret but kept the fact that you knew from them?”

He keeps giving her this look, one that told Marinette that he knew something, that she was out of the loop on something. One that she could never decipher, no matter how hard she tried.

comment: another cute reveal fic where adrien finds out first

new year’s dance by the thelastpilot

A sequel to Secret Santa. Adrien swallows his nerves and asks Marinette to be his date to a New Year’s gala.

comment: i didn’t realize that there was a continuation of secret santa that i recommended earlier, and even if it’s not new year’s anymore…. it’s still cute

fooling the world (and maybe ourselves) by fullmetalpotterhead

When four years of fake dating start to catch up to Marinette and Adrien, it seems the only course of action is to take it to the next level.
A fake marriage.
How else are they supposed to get their parents off their backs?

comment: WHAT A RIDE RIGHT FROM THE START! I love, love, LOVE fake dating like that’s literally my favorite romance trope. this fic kicks it up a notch, though I’m sure it will still deliver and more ;-)

sugar, sugar by mooncactus

After discovering the identity of the man making his and Ladybug’s life a living hell, Chat Noir overworks himself to the point of exhaustion - and dangerously low blood sugar levels.

comment: centric on adrien and not-so-hilarious daddy issues… plus some mild angst for our fave sinning ship marichat

missing you by megamegaturtle

“I missed you?” she squeaks.

Adrien scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Sure you did. That’s why you made it sound like a question.”

comment: *blows kiss to the sky* for my son adrien and his lady; you’ll need a tissue box for this one, guys

Honeymoon (Calum Hood One Shot)
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word count: 4.7K+

requested: yes (x) no ()

fun things: blow jobs, cal eatin u out like its his last meal, some fingering, and some good old fashion sexy time :-)

a/n: this was requested n i kinda love this concept soooooooooooooo tell me what u think amigos :~~~)

(PHOTO IS NOT MINE – CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE. IF YOU WOULD LIKE IT TAKEN IT DOWN, I WILL)

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If you had one talent, it was worrying. You could remember worrying about college and the future and what you would do with your life.

Now, you worried about floral arrangements.

You thought it was funny, how what you were worrying about now seemed so plain compared to what your uneasiness was about before you had gotten engaged to your fiancée-slash-soon-to-be-husband, Calum Hood.

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mimi-pctter  asked:

Jily au: "i made my special request for the pizza to send their cutest delivery person and you showed up and apologized that you were the only one delivering tonight and i blurted out that they still got my request right" or "My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex. Quick make out with me, I’ll pay you." Idk, I thought those two were kinda cute haha they sounded a bit better in my head. You choose which one you like more :)

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James has been in a lot of peculiar situations in his life. One time he performed a particularly riveting soliloquy atop an old Formica table in an ice cream parlour about the dangers of E coli. Another time he got shit faced drunk with Sirius and they, only to wake up with roughly seven breathing balls of fur- later to be recognised as cats once he slipped on his glasses- kneading his stomach.

So yeah, he’s done some weird shit.

And technically speaking, making out with a stranger at a party isn’t even that odd. People do it all the time. Of course, it doesn’t usually start off with a business deal, but to each their own.

So when the stunning redhead he’d been eyeing across the room a few hours prior threw herself into his arms with a hissed, “Quick make out me! I’ll pay you!” he was just the right shade of drunk to sloppily seal his mouth over hers without any questions.

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Soulmate Michael Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

“It’s so good to see you again! We missed you y/n.“

Your friends immediately squeezed you in a tight hug. Your mood lightened up instantly upon seeing your friends whom you haven’t seen for a long time. You were finally back, and to be real, you missed them too.

You were out of the country for a couple of years. To say that leaving everything you were used to and your family is hard was an understatement. But after that scene with Michael, it only made your decision to leave easier.

You felt numb and hollow for the past years. It felt like a big chunk of you was missing. So you explored, traveled, worked and tried new things in hopes that it would help you cope up, or at least distract you from the inevitable emptiness you felt.

You bloomed and begun to grow and open your wings. But just like wings, you couldn’t fly without air. The queue of zero digits on your wrist serving as a constant reminder that Michael was your air. Soulmates after all are meant to be together.

But after all those years, you didn’t really knew if staying overseas was worth it. Because if you were honest enough to admit, you still believed that maybe someday the story between you and him would resume, every night you still cast wishes and pray that you wouldn’t end up saying that he was the one that got away.

You didn’t need to keep in touch with him; soulmates felt what the other felt. And you felt miserable. He felt miserable. Although you sometimes doubted that, because hey he’s living his dreams. But what you failed to realize was that, behind the goofy mask he shows during interviews, was a man sorrowing for you. It was very difficult for him to abandon all the romantic possibilities between the two of you. You may not think of it, but it was hard for him to leave you and he was also silently hoping the same thing as you do.

But you knew nothing would happen if you’d just let things be. So you moved back.

-

Michael absentmindedly rubbed the ended countdown on his wrist, the thing that would constantly remind him of you. He tried his best to form a smile but he knew he would be fooling himself. He swiftly gulped the glass of whiskey he was holding as the memory of you walking away midst the rain, the memory of your sad eyes flashed in his mind. This cracked him, you were so close but so far. Why did he even waste the chance?

A tear was starting to roll upon his cheeks. 

“Stupid.” He muttered to himself as he wiped the single tear away and looked up to control the tears he was holding back. 

That scene would always painfully remind him of the fucked up decision he made because he was scared of the future he has to offer you. Turns out, a life without you was even harder than that. The scene kept playing on loop in his head after all these years. He missed you, and damn he wanted to be with you right know.

He was a song. And he was missing his melody. 

He stood up and made his way to their dressing room, ignoring the looks of the crew and staff. He looked worn out and torn but he didn’t even bother to pretend that he wasn’t. At that moment, for the first time in years; he stopped pretending that he was okay.

There he spotted Luke, Calum and Ashton lounging and talking about how cool the venue was. They were currently on tour, and tonight’s show was one the biggest venue. They immediately noticed Michael presence.

“Dude where have you been?” Calum asked

But Michael’s silence was enough to answer his questions. Luke and Ashton also sensed that something was wrong so they didn’t push it anymore until he sliced the thick atmosphere he created.

“Can I skip tonight’s show?” He earnestly asked them as he looked down at the pair of black pair of shoes he was wearing.

“Okay, but why?” Ashton asked, still puzzled at his friends sudden attitude.

“I need to find her.” He began and then explained to them especially to Calum and Luke who didn’t know much about you.

“Can that wait at least at the end of the show?” Luke hesitantly asked.

“This is years overdue, I should have done this before.”

The guys nodded, finally understanding what he meant and felt.

“Then you should go” Ashton once again encouraged as he patted his shoulders, reminding him of the time when he was still ditching his timer, Ashton was also the one who encouraged him. He looked at the guys and they all gave him the support he needed, he swore he was very lucky to have these dorks in his life.

He slipped an over sized jacket and beanie and didn’t waste time and cleverly slid his way to the back door where he hoped no one would notice or recognize him.

-

“Y/n, this would be fun!”

You were dragged by your friends to catch up with you and hang out. But you didn’t expect their new version of hanging out was to drag you at some concert. At 5 Seconds of Summer’s concert. It was a big surprise to be honest, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe things are starting to fall into places. You felt nervous, you would be able to see him after all those years of agony you spent without each others comfort. You felt lively, excited but nervous.

Is he also feeling the same?

You felt hope spring in your heart upon hearing your friends and the crowd cheer and shout for the band. You weren’t near the stage so you had to rely on the screens to find him. But as your eyes searched for the soul you were matched with, you didn’t find him. You squinted your eyes in hopes of getting a clearer view, you counted them but whey were missing one. Michael wasn’t there.

You sighed, too much for hoping to catch a glimpse of him. You acted fine and sticked with your friends for a couple of songs as you tried to enjoy the night with them. But you still felt something was missing, something was out of place. You were getting antsy for some unknown reason, so you excused yourself to find a bathroom. But only to find a long queue of girls waiting for their turn, so you started to head back to the spot of your friends. Which you forgot where.

Great, just great.

You smacked yourself. There was no way to find them in this jam packed arena. You tried to call them but you knew it was useless. So you left a message instead, telling them you got lost and probably just meet them outside after the concert ends. You grabbed the chance to exit the venue while it was still early and uncrowded.

Outside was quite peaceful, a couple of fans but nevertheless it was. You felt calm and soothed for some reason you can’t explain. Maybe it was the clear skies and the music emitting from the arena, they were currently playing ‘Everything I didn’t say’

You hummed at the tune of it and listened intently as Calum and Luke switched verses.

“This is everything I didn’t say”

You slowly closed your eyes and drowned to the music and the fans singing along. So this is his life, you thought. This is him. This is my other half.

Michael didn’t need to search far, meters apart from him was a girl closing her eyes, lost and and dived in to their song. A song he especially dedicated for her. He slowly approached you, and again like in sync, you opened your eyes and turned towards his direction, your eyes locked by his.

Like opposite poles attracted to each other. Like wandering souls that finally found their right place. And just like love destined by the stars.

He remembered the countdown years ago and how it ended. But this was different. Tonight he was making sure he would say, everything he didn’t say.

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aaaaa i would really like to make one of those chat edits [and make it look as authentic as possible] but idk about the speech bubbles? the icons?? the spacing between each person??? the foNT????? idk ur edits look so real like its from the game and i need you to teach me ur ways

Okay, so! Slightly disorganized crash course on the basics of my chatroom edits below the cut. (If more people want an actual guide or something I can probably sit down and make one sometime, just let me know ^^ This guide assumes you have some basic knowledge of GIMP or other photo editing software)

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Ease

Here u go anon! (idk if this is what u wanted but this is what happened ?)

Summary: Famous!Dan is stressed and Phil comforts him.

Word Count: 1k 

I am so in love with blue neighbourhood

Extract:

He knew what Phil would say if he were here, he’d crack the jokes hiding the concern behind his raised eyes. He’d weave his hands through his (once curly) brown hair and say it’s alright. And it would be. Because Phil Lester was made of starlight. 

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Chris’ Little Sister Pt 2. (Josh x Reader)

Prompt: Idk if you do a sequel to your imagines but if you do can you please do a sequel for Chris’ Little Sister? Thanks!! :)

Part one is here! (x) I wasn’t sure how to make a sequel of this sooo I went for awkward aftermath with Chris and Josh wanting to take you out on a date.


“Look, Chris, we like each other. A lot.” You were stood in your room in your dressing gown, clothes spread out everywhere as you tried to decide what to wear for your date tonight with Josh. Your first date with Josh since the party. “I feel like you should know how much we like each other since you kind of saw us in bed together nak-”

Chris pulled a face and waved his arms in the air to get you to stop talking. “Stop it, no, I don’t want to think about that or hear about that ever again.”

Smirking you picked up a dress and held it against your body in the mirror. Your hair was already curled and your makeup was perfect but your outfit was becoming a struggle. “I think I like this one.” You spoke aloud, tilting your head as your hands stroked the material. 

The doorbell rang loudly making you jump a little as you threw your dress onto the floor and ran to Chris, pressing your hands to his chest. “Please let him in and don’t give him a hard time.” You pushed him out of your bedroom, ignoring his protests as you slammed the door on his face.

You heard them both talking and you continued getting ready, quickly pulling your dress over your head and zipping it up at the side. Smoothing it out you couldn’t help but smile at your reflection. “Lookin’ good.” You grabbed your heels which were down by the side of your beg and pulled them on before grabbing your bag with your purse and keys inside.

As you walked down the stairs, you could hear Chris giving Josh some kind of lecure.

“Back before 11.”

“Cochise, please.”

“I mean it Josh, she’s my little sister and you’re-”

“I’m your best friend.”

“Yes. My best friend and my little sister are going together on a date. They’ve already had sex. You are not staying over tonight, I don’t want to hear that.”

You stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame watching this interaction. Chris’ face was bright red showing how annoyed he was and Josh…well, Josh had that goofy grin that showed he wasn’t taking Chris seriously. He looked up and saw you standing in the door way and you felt your cheeks flush as his face broke into a grin; he looked so happy to see you.

“Sorry bro but my date is here.” Josh patted Chris’ shoulder and walked towards you. He was wearing a buttoned up shirt, some black jeans and a jacket with some fancy looking shoes. As he stopped in front of you, he took your hand and raised it to his lips and pecked it gently. “You look amazing, by the way.” That gleam in his eye was back and you felt yourself go a little weak at the knees.

Clearing your throat you tried to sound normal. “You ready to go?”

Josh nodded his head and was about to lead you out the door when Chris piped up. “Not so fast.”

Sighing deeply you turned on your heels and raised your eyebrow at your brother. “Yes big brother?” 

Chris folded his arms. “Look, I’m not going to do the whole ‘big brother’ speech because let’s face it you won’t listen to me,” Raking a hand through his hair his eyes shifted between the two of you. “I trust you both. I do. Although, bro,” His eyes fixed on Josh who nodded his head one, seeming very wiling to listen all of a sudden. “Look after her okay? I mean it. I swear to God Josh, you do anything t-”

Josh started chuckling, shaking his head at Chris. He looped an arm around your waist and pulled you to him. “I promise bro, you have my word. It’ll be her breaking my heart.”

You felt your cheeks burning again and you dropped your head so no one could see. Chris nodded once. “Okay, well, you guys have fun okay.”

Once again, Josh took your hand and you both walked out of the house, closing the door behind you. “Phew, that was hard.” You laughed, feeling the cool breeze starting to cool down your skin and your cheeks started to fade back to their original state. “You’re totally wrong though.”

Josh raised his eyebrow as you both set off to his car. “Wrong about what?” He stopped in front of the passenger door, his hand waiting to open it up for you.

“About me breaking your heart.” You smiled up at him, your arms looping around his neck. “I think I like you too much to do that.”

Josh smirked down at you, his arms looping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “Oh you do? Well, thanks.” He chuckled and moved his head down to yours, his lips pressing against yours, soft but with a little pressure.

The kiss didn’t last very long, he was pulling back before you could even register his movement. You cleared your throat and took a small step back from him and glanced at the car. “So, date?”

He laughed and opened the door for you, waiting for you to slip inside his car before closing the door. Getting into the drivers seat he turned the keys in the ignition and pulled out of the driveway. One of his hands moved from the steering wheel to rest on your leg and you smiled, not really believing that this boy was yours and you were his.

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Do you mind writing a VHope drabble that's like AU? Taehyung doesn't know how to read (due to circumstances idk) and by chance he meets hoseok and hoseok teaches him how to read and it's like his whole world opens up for him idk I just want something gushy ):

thanks to tokyun and hoseokjung for being wonderful betas <3 
i did a loose amount of research on dyslexia so pls take with a grain of salt T^T 

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word count: 1,415

Fact: Kim Taehyung is dyslexic.

False assumption: Kim Taehyung cannot read.

Fairer assumption: Kim Taehyung is not the best at reading.

Fact: Kim Taehyung doesn’t mind it one, single bit.

Reason: Because Jung Hoseok is a great reader and Taehyung can get lost in the way his lips form over the syllables, in his smile when he speaks, in the warm, thick chocolate of his eyes as they move along the words on the page, making them dance to the cadence of his voice.

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What Happens In Britain//A Nick Daley Imagine

Anon said: can you do a nicky daley imagine where he and the reader are best friends, but he’s in love with her and he finally tells her when they’re in britain

On it (probably gonna make this two parts or more idk)

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“I see you have the name of a lady on your arm,” Lancelot said as he walked next to Nick.

“Andrea, yeah.”

“So this Lady Andrea is your Guinevere.”

Nick shrugged. “Not really.”

“Does any man stand between you and your lady love?”

“Well, not a man so much as a girl.”

Lancelot raised an eyebrow. “How is this girl preventing you from your destiny?”

“It’s not really destiny, and she’s not doing it on purpose.”

Lancelot made a noise of realization. “You love this other girl, not Lady Andrea. Is it Lady (Y/N)?”

Nick looked ahead to where you were, talking to Ahk about something or other, probably what might be making the tablet turn green.

“Is it that obvious?”

Lancelot laughed. “My boy, painfully so. Why have you not told her?”

“She’s my best friend! I don’t want to lose that.”

Lancelot stopped abruptly. 

“Let nothing come between you and your lady.”

“She’s not really my lady… But no, I gotcha, yeah.”

“Good,” Lancelot said, and began walking again.

The group was stopped by an odd metal figurine with wings who began saying things that Nick didn’t understand. His dad talked to it and tried to pass, but it wouldn’t let him.

“Alright, you know what buddy, we just gotta get through, I don’t have time. I’m not gonna play this game with you.”

They walked past the figure and into a new room.

“Giant snake,” you said quietly. “Don’t move.”

Nick looked to see what you were talking about and saw the giant metal snake wrapped around a rock in the middle of the room.

Everyone split off to either side of the doorway.

“Is it a dragon?” Lancelot asked.

“It’s a snake demon,” Larry told him.

“Well, it looks like a dragon, I say we kill it.”

“What? No, it’s a snake demon.”

“All right. Well, it’s less sporting to kill it while it’s asleep. Let’s wake it up, then kill it. I shall go first, and I shall take the boy. The girl can stay with you.”

Anger flashed in your eyes. “Excuse me?”

Nick snorted. “uh-oh.”

“What’re you–no you’re gonna take the boy!” Larry hissed.

“What? Why not?”

“Because he’s a boy!”

“Larry, there comes a time in every man’s life when he mu st slay his own dragon.”

“uh, yeah, hello. I wanna know why I can’t slay the dragon-snake demon whatever,” you piped up.

Lancelot rolled his eyes. “Because you’re a girl. You can’t fight.”

“You would be wrong on that point,” Teddy said. “She’s actually quite skilled.”

Attila put his hand on your shoulder and said something that you guessed was meant to calm you down. Either that or something very rude directed at Lancelot.

“Neither of you are slaying dragons right now! We’re gonna go around now, or else I’m gonna lose the signal. Come on.”

Everyone filed silently past the snake, making an effort not to wake it up.

The tablet began to corrode again and all the exhibits started malfunctioning. Teddy began giving a speech at a volume that was not good for keeping a giant snake asleep. 

The thing woke up and you and Attila were desperately trying to get Sacagawea to move. Attila freaked out and hid behind Larry. 

It turned out the snake thing had more than one head. 

“Fantastic!” Lancelot cried. “It’s awake. Now we can kill it!” He drew his sword and lunged at the monster. 

“Lancelot, you dumbass!” you yelled after the wax knight.

He began to hack away at the heads, but his sword only clanged off the metal. 

“Dad!” 

Nick was cornered by a head. “Nicky!” Larry yelled. He tried to get to him, but was caught by one of the heads.

You snuck around and grabbed one of the straps to Nick’s backpack and yanked him out of the corner.

“Run!” you yelled. The two of you ran back to Wea and Teddy.

“You okay?” you asked, slightly out of breath.

He nodded. “Thanks for that.”

“Ever used a blade?” Lancelot asked.

Nick shook his head. “Only in World of Warcraft!”

“Well, you’re about to learn,” he said, tossing him a dagger.

“Yo! What about me?” you protested.

“You can’t fight!”

“Oh, fuck you,” you snapped. You darted forward and grabbed the other dagger from his sword belt and darted in between the heads, stabbing and slashing, adrenaline taking over. 

Larry, meanwhile, was still struggling to get out of the snake’s grip. He reached for his flashlight and smacked the thing in the eye. causing it to drop him.  

He jumped through the loops, and the head went after him, tying itself in a knot. You saw what he did and copied it.

While you were doing that, Larry ran for the emergency defibrillator. He leapt through the air and yelled “CLEAR!”

He landed on the thing’s body and the paddles gave off their charge. You rolled away so as to avoid being electrocuted.

When the thing collapsed, Larry looked up. “These things really do save lives.”

You stood up and brushed yourself off. “Did that ‘clear’ line sound cooler in your head?”

“…Yeah.”

You snorted. 

“Hey, (Y/N), you okay?” Nick asked. “You’ve got a hell of a black eye.”

You touched it gingerly and winced. “Eh, it’s just a bruise.”

“Lady (Y/N), I must apologize. It appears that I was wrong before. You are a good fighter.”

“Yeah, well maybe if you had listened to everyone else that told you so…”

 Nick grinned. “She has a point.”

“Oh, be quiet, both of you,” he muttered, making you grin.

Part Two

Part Three