idk i was working on something else but i got distracted

LOLLIPOP || request

anonymous said: GIRL!!! imma need you to write something about jungkook teasing a girl with a popsickle and making her suck it (bc idk he might have seen her w one a few moments before) then getting it off of her mouth and slowly making her get down on her knees and put the popsickle right new to his crotch AND U KNOW WHAT TO WRITE AFTER THAT!!! PEACE!!! Keep this message even if you wont use this idea it okeeee (i just pictured taehyung doing it im so gone bye!!!!!!!

Originally posted by jinkooks

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Yellow Diamond in Wanted

I dont normally post a lot of stuff about the show/fandom aside from my initial reaction to it, but I actually feel like I have my thoughts on this together enough to do so in this case. This post is long and full of my opinions so I’ll put it under the cut for those of you who dont want it clogging your dash, or if you dont want spoilers.

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BTS reaction: they realize they have fallen for someone they used to hate.

canyounotbro requested:

Can you please please please do a reaction of BTS realising they have fallen for someone they hate (or used to hate/ supposed they hate/ thought they hated??) Idk, but u know what I’m saying.. I hope.. Thank you!!!

A/N - I’m actually very proud of how this one turned out. 


Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jin would accept his feelings for you very easily. It’s true that the two of you used to hate each other, but he strongly believes that people can change. So after he realizes that he has fallen for you his attitude towards you would immediately change causing you to ask him what’s wrong with him.

“Hello Y/N. You look amazing today!”

“Seokjin, are you being sarcastic? You hate me…”

“No I’m not. And, no I don’t…hate you.”


Originally posted by loveblushes

One of the reasons Suga hated you was because you made him feel…feelings. Feelings that he had never felt before and that made him feel stupid and made him want to do stuff that he didn’t know how to explain. 

So one day when the two of you were walking down the hallway with no one else around except you and him, Yoongi would decide to act. He walked over to you and grabbed you by the arm, pressing you against the wall. You thought he was going to hurt you, but when you looked up at him his eyes were filled with…something…and it wasn’t the usual anger. That’s when he leaned in and kissed you. 

“Can you meet me after school? Please! I need to talk to you about something…” He said before walking away.


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

You and Hobi were the two best dancers in your entire town. But also very competitive, which cause for you two to hate each other, constantly trying to prove one of you is better than the other. That was until one night he walked in on you practicing a new dance and was completely mesmerized. He couldn’t stop looking at the way your body moved so gracefully to the music and the way you bit your bottom lip in concentration when you were trying to remember certain parts of the song. That’s when he realized he has fallen for you and quietly sigh to himself.

“I can’t believe I’ve been so blind…”


Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Being the two smartest people in your entire school you and Namjoon argued. A lot. All the time. You argued about the stupidest things, each of you having different opinions about a lot of stuff. And on top of all the teachers always asked the two of you to work together so you can “exchange knowledge”. 

Namjoon would have fallen for you a long time before he realized it. So when he finally confesses by an accident it would be unexpected for bothe of you.

“Do you want me to list all the things I hate about you?” He started yelling, “Okay then. First of all, you’re loud and extremely obnoxious! Second of all, I hate the way you bite your lip in concentration when we are working on something because it’s just so fucking distracting. And I hate the way your eyes lit up when you smile because it makes me smile too. And I…”

He noticed you smiling and stopped before smiling back.


Originally posted by whyparkjimin

You didn’t know why but you and Jimin had always hated each other. Ever since you were kids you would constantly tease each other, be mean to each other and just overall hate each other. That’s just how it has been, for years. 

The only problem was that Jimin has fallen for you.

He tried to deny it at first, lying to himself, telling himself he was just imagining stuff. But as hard as he tried to suppress it he couldn’t help that every time he saw you his heart skipped a beat. 

This would cause him to constantly argue with himself. Sitting alone in his room, running a hand through his hair frustratedly, his eyes filling up with tears at the thought of you.  

“What the hell is wrong with you Jimin?” He whispered to himself, running a hand through his hair.


Originally posted by mvssmedia

You’ve always found Taehyung to be annoying. And he had always found you boring. You didn’t talk a lot and whenever you did talk it was mostly him being an asshole to you. So it could be safe to say that the two of you most definetly hated eachother. 

It was like that for years. Until one day after school, he saw you sitting by yourself on a park bench, your legs crossed underneath you, with your headphones on, you were scribbling something down in a small journal on your lap. Tae couldn’t stop looking at you, completely hypnotized by your beauty and the way the sunlight was hitting you at the perfect angle. 

He smiled to himself and took out his phone, taking a quick picture of you before leaving. 

When he got home he opened the picture, looked at it and sighed, remembering all the mean things he has said to you over the years.

“Taehyung you, idiot,” he whispered to himself, “What have you done?! You made the girl of your dreams hate you…”


Originally posted by namujune

Jungkook was a quiet kid, he didn’t really have a lot of friends and enjoyed to be by himself. You were extremely loud and obnoxious always making jokes and always being the center of attention. 

It would be an underestimate to say that Jungkook didn’t like you. He hated you. Your personality was just so different from his and he often found you very annoying.

But that all changed one day when you decided to sit with him at lunch. You knew he didn’t like people (especially you) but it wouldn’t hurt to try talking to him.

He was kind of cold and distant to you at first but the more you talked the more he started opening up. That’s when he realized that he actually really likes you.

“You’re changing Jungkook…” He sighed to himself after you left, smiling.


Truth or Dare - Jughead Jones x Reader (w/ a lil’Bughead)

REQUEST: Hi could you write a jughead x reader where they play never have i ever/ truth or dare and she has to confess her feelings for jughead? hope that makes sense

Hi! I love your writing, and I was wondering if I can make a request. Could you write an imagine where there is kind of a love triangle between Betty, Jughead, and the reader? Thank you!

Betty x Jughead + Jughead x Reader + Jughead x Reader (platonic) + Veronica being bae

Words: 3,014 (not proofread <3)

Warnings: Cheeky bit of swearing :3

“Are you sure you’re okay (Y/N)?” Veronica was watching you carefully, wary of you pointedly glaring at your former best friend down the hall. You’d always been close to Betty Cooper, until she started dating your long-term crush, (which she knew about) Jughead Jones. You didn’t blame her, he was a great guy, beautiful and intelligent. She even asked if you were okay with her making a move on him and you had let him slip between your fingers. You had nobody to blame but yourself, but that hadn’t stopped the strain on your relationship.

Veronica was just as disappointed and distraught as you were. She’d been planning to finally let Betty know about her feelings. You’d noticed that fake enthusiasm she adorned when Betty and Jughead walked into Pop’s hand in hand. You would recognise that fake enthusiasm anywhere, as it was constantly reflected in your own eyes.

“I’m fine Ronnie,” You turned back to your locker and slammed it shut, causing some people to turn and give you funny looks. “What?!” You snapped, as you took Ronnie’s hand and dragged her through the crowds of staring students, getting away from any attention. You refused to make eye contact with the happy couple when you passed them. 

You sat in Chemistry, twirling your pencil as you failed to get anywhere with the equations on the worksheet in front of you. The chair beside you screeched as someone pulled it back to sit down. You looked up to see Archie Andrews, staring at you knowingly. He looked like he had something to say, and you weren’t going to be the one to start conversation.

“You look… tense. Like, something is troubling you?” Archie pried, searching your face.

“What are you now, my therapist?” You scoffed, turning your eyes back to your work but you could still feel his eyes on you. He let out a heavy sigh.

“Ronnie told me to remind you that tonight is the annual group sleepover, and if you’re not there, she’ll skin you alive and turn you into a designer handbag,” His tone sounded amused and you couldn’t help but grin.

“She would, wouldn’t she. You can tell her I’m not coming, I don’t feel like it,” You were hoping Archie would leave you alone, but he looked even more concerned than before.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You were excited about it up until a few weeks ago.”

Yeah well that’s because a few weeks ago, Jughead didn’t have his arm around the perfect girl next door. The girl who was everything you weren’t

You suddenly felt ashamed. That was uncalled for, Betty Cooper wasn’t perfect and she wasn’t the girl next door. She had confided in you about how she hated those words, how nobody knew what was really on the inside. Maybe Jughead was a good match for her, they could really help each other out.

“Earth to (Y/N)?!” Archie waved a hand in front of your face and you turned your head to him sharply. He sighed again.

“Look, please (Y/N)? She won’t just shoot you, she’ll shoot the messenger… and that’s me! You could do with some time off from whatever the hell has got you so moody,” He pleaded. He clasped his hands together in the traditional begging position, and you were almost expecting him to get on his knees.

What you don’t understand is that Ronnie’s sleepover is the closest to my problems that I could get right now.

You shook your head. It would be selfish to bail out on your friends. Putting all of your grudges behind you, you reluctantly agreed, causing Archie to skip back to his seat with joy.

This was going to be a mistake and you knew it.

“I’ll be honest (Y/N), I was worried that you weren’t coming,” Veronica grinned at you as you helped her sort out bowls of snacks. You had came home from school and gone straight to her house, to help her set up. Nobody else would be arriving for another hour or so.

“I didn’t exactly want to at first,” You admitted, trying not to sound rude. Veronica put the stack of plates she was carrying down and turned to you, gripping you by the shoulders.

“If you don’t want to be here, then go home. I’d rather you weren’t uncomfortable sweetie,” Veronica pulled you in for a gentle hug, which happened often thanks to her affectionate nature. Before you could object to what she was saying, your phone vibrated loudly in your pocket, causing the two of you to pull apart. 

“Sorry,” You smiled sheepishly at her and she shook her head dismissively, gesturing for you to check whoever was texting you.

You walked off to the living room and pulled out your phone, only to notice a stream of texts from… Jughead.

Jug 💖: r u going to be at ronnies?

Jug💖: pls (Y/N)

Jug💖: should i bother going?

You sighed, but couldn’t help smiling at the thought that he came to you.

Me: already there, setting up. hbu?

It didn’t take him long to respond.

Jug💖: i’ll go i guess, for the food

Me: typical jones

Jug💖: :) what are we even having food wise?

Me: Pop’s order, i have to go and get it, wdyw?

Jug💖: idk, depends on ma mood

You bit your lip. This was your chance. You’d felt so awkward around him that you’d been avoiding him, but now was the perfect chance to actually see if you could make a friendship work out of this.

Me: how about i meet you there and you can decide in the moment? c;

You crossed your fingers, hoping he would say yes

Jug💖: See you in 10 ;)

You let out a small squeal of happiness, before putting your phone back in your pocket and rushing to get your coat off of one of Veronica’s hangers. Suddenly you froze. This was a terrible idea, you wouldn’t know what to say. The feelings that you felt weren’t just going to disappear out of thin air, even if you tried to respect their relationship, that’s not how it works. You buried your head in Ronnie’s sea of fur coats and groaned. 

“Okay, what are you doing?” Veronica laughed, pulling you out of her clothes and giving you a funny look.

“I have to go get food,” You whispered, before finally taking your coat, and rushing out the door. Veronica stood there, bewildered, before shrugging and heading back to her room to edit the “Squad Spotify Playlist”.

“Ronnie will want water with that,” You smiled at Pop, who was working diligently. The diner was pretty busy that night, and you felt self conscious with a queue behind you whilst you ordered for 5 people. Annoyingly, Jughead was taking his time, scanning over the menu for awhile despite practically knowing it off by heart.

“What about you Jughead?” Pop gestured to his most loyal customer. 

“Hmm.” Was his response, which caused you to roll your eyes. He always did this, classic Juggie. 

“Hurry up, or I’ll order for you,” You threatened and he snapped out of his absentminded thought session immediately.

“I’ll take a cheeseburger with fries and a coke please.”

You heard people in the queue behind you sigh in relief and you scoffed.

“Really? “It depends on the mood” you say. That’s your order every single damn time we come here Jug.” 

He shook his head. “Actually, sometimes I get Dr Pepper,” He shoved you playfully and you giggled, shoving him back. 

“And lastly, what about Betty?” Pop knew about your meet ups, so of course he expected Betty to need an order as well.

Suddenly, the play fighting and friendly messing around with Jughead meant nothing, and you were back to feeling uncomfortable. Pop noticed the sudden change in mood, but didn’t question it and instead turned to Jughead.

“Uh, she’ll probably have a hot dog with fries, a small salad and a coke,” He also noticed you looking sheepish and was about to say something when you interrupted him.

“Fanta.” You mumbled, which caused both Pop and Jughead to look at you.


“Betty would want Fanta,” You smiled sadly. 

“Is something going on between you and Bets?” He whispered in your ear, discretely, as Pop looked down to change the order but you decided to ignore him.

“Anything else?” Pop grinned at the two of you. 

“You know what, some onion rings and garlic bread would be nice too, I’m starving,” You tried to ease the slight tension that had formed. Jughead left your side to sit down in his usual booth, waiting for the food to be cooked. Once you paid Pop in advance, you made your way over to the booth and sat across from him. Jughead looked distracted, his mind elsewhere as he stared out the diner window. You decided you wouldn’t bother trying to make conversation, so instead, the two of you waited in silence.

There wasn’t even much banter on the way back to Veronica’s.

The layout was simple, two long parallel couches in Veronica’s living room. On one couch, Archie and Veronica who were currently discussing Archie’s music. On the other couch, Betty and Jughead. His right leg was lazily strewn over her lap, and she was tracing circles on his feet. You were watching over everyone from the kitchen. It would be too awkward to ask Betty or Jughead to move from their spaced out position so you could sit down, and it would be awkward watching them head on from the other couch. So you sat alone, eating to your hearts desire.

“Hey (Y/N),” You looked up from your food stash to see Jughead. He was sat casually on the counter but you’d been so distracted you hadn’t noticed him come over. He was looking at you with concern, searching your face for any signs of illness or something unusual. 

“Hi,” You reached for the onion ring bowl, but he took it from you and began to devour them fast. You let out a frustrated grunt before shoving him off the counter and jumping on him.

“You should know not to mess with someone’s food!” You laughed, whacking him repeatedly with his beanie. He was laughing too, trying to shove you off of him as you mercilessly hit him with his hat. Suddenly you noticed his eyes go wide, staring at the ceiling above you.

You followed his gaze, your whole posture relaxing and that’s when you realised you made a mistake. Your weakest spot was exposed and vulnerable. Before you could do anything, Jughead had lurched forward, relentlessly tickling your sides. You burst into a fit of giggles, trying to roll away from him but failing.

“Ju-Juggg-Jug stop. Stop I can’t breathe,” You continued to giggle, trying to swat your hands at him. He stopped when you realised you did actually look like you needed some air and got off of you. You stared at each other, panting before bursting out into another round of laughter. His hair was messy from your teasing and your cheeks were flushed pink.

“Hey guys,” a voice came from behind the two of you and you turned around. Betty was standing there, her hands clasped together and an awkward smile fixed on her face. You realised how this must look awful, although you were sure that Betty had seen that you were only tickling one another. Jughead got up, stuttering as if trying to explain himself, before lending a hand out to you to help you up. You dusted yourself off before attempting to walk past the two. Betty stuck a hand out though, stopping you in your path. “(Y/N), can we talk?” She looked at you pleadingly. You didn’t have the heart to reject her.

“Sure Bets,” You nodded and she smiled up at you. That was the first time you had called her by her nickname over the past few weeks. Betty made eye contact with Jughead, signalling that she wanted to speak to you alone.

“(Y/N), I need you to be honest with me. We’ve known each other for so long that I can always tell when you’re lying so don’t you even try that with me. I keep trying to talk to you and you’ve either avoided me or you’ve been blowing me off,” She looked upset and you felt a pang of guilt. You pulled her in for a short-lived but sweet hug.

“I’m sorry Betty, I’ve been a bitch,” You sighed with regret but Betty looked distant, as if she was trying to figure something out. 

She hesitated before saying, “(Y/N), be honest, do yo-” 

“Get over here people! We’re gonna play a little game. And I mean right now!” Veronica’s voice called from the other room. You knew she would drag you in by the ear if you didn’t get there fast enough. The girl knows what she wants.

“I’m sorry Betty, I promise we’ll talk later okay,” You patted her on the shoulder before walking into the living room to sit next to Jughead on one of the couches. Betty followed reluctantly, giving Veronica an annoyed look that she willingly ignored.

“We’re going classic folks, how about a little game of Truth or Dare?” She clapped her hands excitedly. You would bother objecting, but it really wasn’t going to do much.

“Seriously Veronica?” Jughead looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up, but as expected, Veronica didn’t give two shits.

“Yup!” She seemed to be enjoying everyone else’s despair. Archie tried to lighten up and seem enthusiastic, but even he was a bit scared.

After a couple of stiff rounds, the game actually got pretty fun. Everyone let loose a bit and just enjoyed themselves, which is exactly what you needed.

You’d learnt that Veronica had trophies from professional ballroom dancing competitions as a child, Archie could do 97 pushups in a minute, Jughead could walk like an orangutang, Betty ran away from home once and you had a lot of double joints. It was interesting to learn all these quirky, dumb things about each other which could be used as conversation starters in the future.

As the game went on though, Betty kept trying to pull you aside. Somehow though, you would always get interrupted by someone else or the happenings of the game, and you couldn’t find the time to sit down and have a proper chat with her like she wanted. Betty was obviously growing frustrated and impatient, as demonstrated by her increasingly stubborn mood.

After Betty had ran around, touching every single wall in the Lodge apartment, it was her turn to ask. 

“(Y/N), truth or dare,” She looked determined and you actually felt quite intimidated.

“Uhm, truth I guess,” You picked with the sleeves of your sweater nervously.

“Remember I can tell when you’re lying so don’t even try to pull one on me. Do you or do you not still have feelings for Jughead?” 

The flat fell silent, your face drained of all colour and you swore you could see stars.

“Betty, I don’t th-” Veronica began, attempting to defend you but Betty silenced her with a glare.

“Please (Y/N), I have to know,” She turned to you, a pleading look in her eyes.

“Still?” Jughead was staring at the floor, his eyes wide and mind racing. He looked up at you and you hurriedly looked away. You hated the feel of his eyes burning into you, searching for answers. It made your skin crawl and shiver.

“Yes,” You mumbled inaudibly. Veronica and Archie’s faces displayed awkwardness and pity as they tried to blend into the background of the conversation.

“Wha-” Betty didn’t even get to finish.

“YES BETTY! Yes I do, is that the answer you wanted to hear? Does it satisfy you to know that you’ve made me feel so useless and doubtful of myself? Is that what you wanted? I’m sorry that I’m not the perfect fucking girl next door, I’m sorry I can’t live up to anyone’s standards. I-i…I’m done,” You snapped at her. Jughead’s mouth was opening and closing, his tongue trying to form words as he stuttered, trying to comprehend everything. Betty shrunk back into her seat, her eyes brimmed with tears and cheeks flaming pink, perhaps with guilt or embarrassment.

You weren’t sticking around to find out. You stood up so fast you felt dizzy, and stumbled around a bit before finally picking up your bags and racing out the door. Your vision was clouded with tears as you tried to make your way down the hall to the elevator. Suddenly you were pressed against the wall and caged between someone’s arms. Wiping away the tears, you saw Jughead, staring at you with an expression that you couldn’t describe. 

“(Y/N) lo-,” he began but you pushed him off and stopped him before he even began.

“No Jughead. P-please don’t. I said some horrible, unnecessary things to your girlfriend back there and you’ve made it worse by following me out here. I’m sorry for what I said, I need to tell her that personally though. Right now, you need to get your ass back in there and take care of her. She loves you and you love her. And I love you too, and I’ll never stop loving you, probably more than I’ll ever love anyone else. But I love my friends too, and I’ve already trashed one of them. Go be with Betty and be the boyfriend she deserves, okay?” You felt a surge of power and confidence through your words, and you refused to break eye contact with the boy ahead of you. He just nodded wordlessly.

Suddenly he stepped forwards, he seemed to be contemplating something. You were frozen to the spot.

“I love her (Y/N), and I too, will always love you, don’t forget that,” His voice broke through his words and you nodded in response. He began to walk back to the door before he stopped, turned around and ran up to you, grabbing your cheeks and pulling you into a tender but salty kiss. You felt stiff at first, before reaching up to gently place your palms over the cold hands that so delicately framed your cheeks. It was passionate and soft and your lips interlocked with one another’s like puzzle pieces. It didn’t feel right though, not at the root. As you pulled away, you both felt yourself come to an closure with your eyes. No words needed to be exchanged.

Never again. He walked off, back to the flat, back to his girlfriend.

Nothing wrong with a lil’ game of Truth or Dare.

I like this one more than I like the last one :) There most likely will not be a part2 and the reader + juggie do not mostly likely end up together. The ending was not supposed to be a “OMG I SHOULD HAVE BEEN WITH YOU ALL THIS TIME,” it was more of a, ‘what could have been’ if you get me?

I mean I could make an alternate ending using the classic “Betty will understand” ( @betty-coopers-number-one-stan @kingpendleton @satanwithstardust @jugheadjns @pendletonthethird )

oh and I’ve been forced to tag @mrsjugheadjonesthethird

Imagine Bangtan: Tattoo Artist & Piercer! Jeon Jungkook

Hey guys! So, this is going to be a different profession AU! for all of Bangtan~

I hope you enjoy it!!! 

Imagine Bangtan (Different Profession AU!): Min Yoongi | Kim Taehyung | Park Jimin | Jung Hoseok | Kim Seokjin | Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by jeony

Okay so, this is how I see it going

  • After you’re done with your exams and shit, you made this plan to fulfill your dream of getting a tattoo and extra ear piercings
  • So you ask around for a good place to go to and book an appointment with the best guy there
  • After a couple of drinks and some encouraging pep talks from your friends, you decide to head out a bit early, just to make sure you aren’t late
  • And you’re sitting in the waiting room when you see him
  • He’s got the most beautiful tattoos all over his right hand, covering the length of it and his piercings shine under the lighting, making you blush furiously
  • Because how the actual fuck can a guy look that hot?!?!!? I know this is a cringe line but someone needs to arrest him for being so hot like wtaf
  • This had by far got to be the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life and you’re practically drooling
  • And then he gives you a heart attack by walking towards you
  • You’re internally freaking out like ‘why is a hot guy walking towards me???’
  • And he’s like, “Y/N?” leaving you super confused but you nod your head yes and he smiles softly at you before being all swag like, “Okay hon, let’s get you pierced and tattooed up, shall we?”

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anonymous asked:

I have a lil prompt for Yousef and Sana. Maybe Sana is like studying at a cafe and Yousef comes in and sees her and sits down hesitantly and they end up talking and awkwardly smiling until the girls come in and catch them. Idk just a thought :) love you're blog btw xx

Sana had always enjoyed studying in coffee shops - they were often quite peaceful, and somehow it was easier to focus on what she was reading while the scent of freshly brewed coffee floated in the air and the quiet conversations worked as a relaxing white nose in her ears. Sana was rarely distracted while studying, but the moment she heard Yousef’s voice she knew that he was an exception to that rule:

“You’re a hard-working one, aren’t you?” Yousef asked, and Sana had to stop herself from smiling before looking up from the table to the older boy. He was leaning - he was always leaning, what was that about? - on a nearby pillar, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants.

Sana shrugged. “That or I simply have some time to kill.”

Yousef chuckled and then raised his eyebrows in a question, gesturing towards the seat across the table from Sana. Sana nodded, closing her chemistry book, having accepted the fact that studying would be impossible if she could feel Yousef’s eyes on her. Strange.

“Now, tell me,” Sana said as she watched the older boy sit down, take off his cap and run his hand through his hair - he did that a lot. And Sana knew that it was a thing she shouldn’t be noticing be noticing because it was such a dumb little detail that didn’t matter, but still. She noticed. “Are you stalking me?”

The unexpected turn of Sana’s words made Yousef burst out in laughter: that kind of laughter that made his eyes squint, his face light up and his smile spread from ear to ear. He was light in the dark, and Sana couldn’t stop looking at him. She felt the corners of her own mouth twitching upward, too.

“Would you call the cops if I said yes?” Yousef said with a grin, adjusting his position on the armchair.

Sana smiled, taking a sip of her drink. “Depends. Maybe. Probably.”

Yousef grasped his chest as in serious pain, gasping for air in a dramatic manner and stared at the younger girl with wide, betrayed eyes. “Wow, now that’s just cruel. So stalking a really nice girl isn’t the best way to make her interested me, after all? Fuck, that was all I had.”

“Yeah, I doubt that stalking would work,” Sana answered.

Yousef smiled. “Damn, I’ll figure out something else, then.”

A laugh escaped from Sana’s lips, and she could feel her own cheeks heating up as her brain played Yousef’s words in her head on a loop, over and over again. She could feel him staring at her, and it was like her stomach was truly filled with butterflies when their eyes met: she felt it all. She felt her heart racing, her stomach turning upside down and her cheeks heating up.

But Sana didn’t look away. A silence slowly set between the two of them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable - Sana enjoyed sitting there, watching Yousef and actually allowing herself to pay attention to the little things like the way his smile curved more to the right and the way he often tilted his head just a little when he was looking at Sana. Like now. His eyes were warm, his lips curved up into a ghost of a smile, and Sana couldn’t look away.

“What’s going on hereee?” Chris’ voice was like a wake up call, and it was like Sana was pulled from the depths of the ocean to the surface. She shook her head, trying to piece her thoughts together to answer her friend, who had arrived for their coffee date that Sana had completely forgotten about.

“I - uh, we were just,” Sana kept stumbling on her words, making Yousef disguise a chuckle into a cough and Chris raise her eyebrows. “We were just stalk- talking.”

“And I actually gotta go now”, Yousef said, his tone amused - no wonder why. He put on his cap and got up from the armchair, flashed the girls a warm smile before heading out of the coffee shop: Sana’s eyes followed him all the way to the door. Before Yousef stepped outside, her gaze met his, and for a few more stolen seconds they lingered on the strange feeling.


These are tips for future Nicole fr past Nicole who made a lot of mistakes this school year ┗(•̀へ •́ ╮ ) so I hope at least some of you can relate to this stash of tips I have kept for myself in my notes for incoming Senior High levels!

& keep your papers organized (please)

Write tiny notes on the given activity sheets instead of putting them in your binder notebook (ok my own preference tho!!) bc one paper = topic is better than multiple messy papers = one huge topic!

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anonymous asked:

Ok so YES I love the long distance internet friends au but consider! Long distance wrong number au

honestly anon, thank you so much for this tonight. 

i took long distance and made it loooooong distance to the point where it probably doesn’t make sense, but ~~suspension of disbelief~~

texts between adrien and the mystery person (wow i wonder who) are in italics because theyre in french. also i didnt want to bother anyone so ‘numéro inconnu’ is from google translate so im sorry for….that

finally i tried to streamline how i do texts for this just because the way i do texts is usually a lot clunkier? so it looks more like wanna chat but isnt in like….the contact names are still what the other person would see? like when it says pretty boy thats ninos contact name for adrien and—

frick just tell me if its too confusing and tell me how to fix it im really tired

[on ao3 in case the read more is a butt and wont open]

2:51 PM
unknown number: Did this work?????
unknown number: a;slkdfjadj its me btw
unknown number: I mean duh its me who else would it be
unknown number: If you screenshot this conversation al I swear to go d Ill kill you

Adrien squints at his phone. Not only does he not know this number, but the text are in French. That’s…unusual. He thinks that it’s a lucky coincidence that his father is from France and insisted he learned the language before replying.

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A No-Maj?

Anon:graves seems like the type who would be a strict rule follower but what if he fell in love with a no-maj and he can’t stay away from her and he ends up falling in love with her but keeps it hidden until someone finds out and he either has to run away with her or wipe her memory but he can’t choose?? idk something cute but then angsty 

A/N: This is so cute and right up my alley ahhh I’m wearing this dress that looks like the little mermaid dress when she first turns into a human (the white one dress) and I feel fly as fuuckkk. Anyways this was really fun to write!! This took me 4 hours to write because I kept getting distracted ahhhhhhh This is my favourite thing I have written so far though.

 Enjoy and keep sending requests and prompts my way peeps xoxox

Anything in italics are thoughts!

Warnings: non, just a little bit of fluff and I may have broken your heart…. sorryyyyyy

Word Count: 2,853


You never knew about the wizarding world until you met him. You lived an extra ordinary life, in your 20′s living in a small quiet apartment in the heart of New York city, Had a 9 till 5 job writing for the local newspaper. Doing things the ordinary way that you had always known them to be. You were just the girl next door, everyone knew who you were as you were sweet, charming and friendly. Of course you always had men chasing after you but you always politely declined as you were content with how your life was at the moment. 

You had walked into the little bakery that had opened up around the corner. You were soon welcomed by the owner, Jacob Kowalsk. “Morning Y/N How are you this morning” Jacob said as soon as you walked into the quiet little bakery “I am well, thank you” You said with your ever charming smile on your face “So what will it be today?” Jacob asked “Just the usual and maybe one of your famous donuts” You said excitedly, you always loved his doughnuts. You went to pull out your purse to pay him when he chimed in saying “Oh no Y/N, it’s on the house for you” You smiled knowing trying to give him money wouldn’t work “Oh thank you Jacob!! I will see you tomorrow” You said as you grabbed your items and walked out of the small bakery.

On your way home, you thought you would stop off at a little bookstore since you were running low on reading material at home. You were browsing through your favorite section tucked away at the back of the store when all of a sudden you heard a deep voice behind you.

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ok if it all works out, i’m gonna start trying to answer some of the infinity war questions i’m getting toward the end of the week. just a general psa though: i am….. not ready to jump on the pessimistic/bitter train regarding tony’s role in the movie yet??

mostly there’s a lot of “oh god no i can’t deal with this stress” going on here at this end with how real life is a shit show (personally and politically lol) and my fave (616 tony) is Gone and mcu is my last life line (imagine this level of desperation lmao!!) but like for whatever it’s worth, i have been able to rationalize my desperate last-ditch positivity with a few semi-objective reasons

1) honestly i am shutting out any “was the letter supposed to fix everything??” worries from my life because we’ve heard from both the russos and rdj that the team is split and steve is still “s-listed”

2) we also know that the avengers rift is going to be their biggest weakness against THANOS like if we’ve got a story where a space titan will be waged against AVENGERS INTERPERSONAL CONFLICT then yeah i already know that said interpersonal conflict is not gonna be an easy fix. if i’m worried about anything, i’m worried that tony will (rightfully) be resenting steve to the point where it hinders their group performance and that’s where any “tony painted as A Villain” worries would live if i had any, and,

3) i really don’t have any at this point because i think that what’s missing from the idea that “tony’s emotional reactions to steve might be depicted as a problem and that’s a bad thing” is the fact that those would be REACTIONS to SOMETHING STEVE DID and i’m telling myself people are underestimating how much the movie will focus on the fact that steve betrayed tony’s trust and tony has no reason to trust him and basically how justified tony is going to look

4) i am telling myself that based on the premise that this movie will ACTUALLY be a team-perspective movie rather than a STEVE-perspective movie. as much as people say that cap 3 was “an avengers movie, not a cap movie,” it WASN’T. it was never meant to be, i can’t count how many times the cap 3 creative people and actors reiterated that “at the end of the day, this is a captain america movie” and whether or not people think it was a successful cap movie, the fact is, we have NOT seen this creative team (russos + m&m) actually legitimately setting out to make an AVENGERS movie. the cameras in cap 3 were following steve 90% of the time, we don’t actually know what this sort of stuff looks like in a movie where we get to follow *tony* when he walks out of the room as well, and

5) EVEN THOUGH cap 3 was a movie that followed steve’s perspective, the russos still wanted it to not take steve’s side. they said multiple times that they were going for a 50-50 team cap vs team iron man split and they cared to do that within the constraints of a movie that followed steve’s line of sight and honestly? i may be too far up my pro-tony ass but i think they all did a GREAT JOB getting tony’s side to come across, in a movie where he was working against the PROTAGONIST so i really have no reason to believe they won’t do a good job with tony when tony is ALSO a protagonist

6) a billion things these guys could have said about the avengers status and whereabouts re: infinity war and they SPECIFICALLY zoomed in on tony to talk about how TONY is already addressing the main threat in this movie with no input from steve & co, like to people’s pessimistic “tony will HAVE to get steve’s help UGH” i raise the other side of that coin, aka “how fucking bad will these guys look when they’re all together and TONY turns out to have been the one Doing Shit while these guys were incognito somewhere because they’re on the entire world’s shit list by their own hand” –> i daresay that’s tony’s perspective on the whole deal and again we HAVE NOT SEEN ANY OF THIS TOLD THROUGH TONY’S PERSPECTIVE YET

7) also idk how many of you were here for this but like i spent months crying about the things i wished i could see in a civil war adaptation and i STRAIGHT UP GOT EVERYTHING I WANTED (minus the glass punching scene like that was literally the One Thing)??? lol i specifically remember posting something like “please introduce tony by having him wax poetic about Future so that his Ideal may be juxtaposed with all the shit that follows” and full offense cap 3 legitimately gave me “REFRAME THE FUTURE!!” AND “bitter The Futurist tone a la Confession” i’m still in awe because this wasn’t a “oh this is in the comics, i WANT it” sort of thing, it was a “if these people know two shits about tony they’re gonna think a little and extrapolate and givE ME THIS” thing and THEY WENT THERE GOOD LORD i’m still !!!!!!!! at tony’s cap 3 introduction i mean on top of everything else it is ALSO A *PERFECT* PARALLEL TO HIS IM1 MERCHANT OF DEATH INTRO

(HONESTLY??? HONESTLY??? tony receiving an award (IM1) vs tony giving an award (cap 3), tony distracting himself with people’s shallow attentions (IM1) vs backstage avoidance!tony stark (cap 3), “it’s an imperfect world but it’s the only one we’ve got” (IM1) vs “REFRAME THE FUTURE! STARTING NOW!” (cap 3), tony’s reaction to christine vs tony’s reaction to mrs spencer like fuckiNG HONESTLY GUYS the post-IM1 movies WISH they’d been this good at drawing tony’s character development lmao)

truth is, these people Knew Their Tony Stark Shit, full offense, and idk if it was m&m or the russos or rdj or the power of all my desperate prayers, all i know is that those same elements are present in infinity war and honestly?? honestly?? i am so entirely ready for that level of Tony Stark Quality ™ in a movie thAT ACTUALLY HAS AN OBLIGATORY TONY STARK FOCUS and i have SO MANY BAD THINGS IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW, PLEASE LET ME BE HAPPY FOR FULL 20 SECONDS

(Merlin x reader) Crushes

Request:  “ Helloo can I send a request for a Merlin x chubby reader (if that’s okay of course idk if you write those kinds of things haha) where the two are really good friends and the reader has a major crush on Merlin but like she never plans on telling him because she doesn’t think he would be into a bigger girl but he actually finds out how she feels when he overhears her talking to Arthur (best friend) about it? Thank you 💕” @assbuttbees

A/N: Okay I’m sorry this took me a while but I finished it! I hope you like it!

Words: 1,853


You sat on the soft green grass, observing the knights training in front of you. You were quite far away but were trying to observe Arthur, as he trained with the other knights. You were fairly interested in learning how to fight, especially since most people refused to teach you. So here you were, paying close attention to Arthur’s technique and skill, concentrating intensely. However, that concentration suddenly broke the moment your friend Merlin came into view. He was carrying a few things of Arthur’s, and sat down to sharpen a couple of swords. You smiled to yourself at the sight of him. He had been working himself to death all day for Arthur. Cleaning, training, more cleaning, and yet he still looked perfect as usual. God this man was a marvel to you, you couldn’t help but stare. Merlin suddenly noticed you and smiled, you smiled back at him for a moment before Merlin went back to his job. Talk to him! Your subconscious yelled at you. You gave in and shyly walked around the training grounds to the opposite side of the field where he was sitting. He looked up at you and smiled.

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Imagine Rafael texting you whenever he has a bad day

(A/N: For Anon, I changed your request to meet my requirements but I hope you still enjoy this. I only did this because you clarified afterward which I appreciate but I won’t lie and say that your original request didn’t make me uncomfortable because it did. I’m only mentioning it because I want to reiterate the fact that I do have guidelines for requests, which I kindly request that everyone reviews before sending in a request. I’m not trying to be negative or mean but it’s just that I continuously get requests that don’t meet my requirements and it makes me uncomfortable and then I have to delete the request which I don’t like because it makes me feel like that I’m ignoring you guys. Thanks for understanding and I hope you enjoy. Sorry, it’ short. I’m trying to get everyone's requests done as quickly as possible) 

Imagine Rafael texting you whenever he has a bad day

The silent vibration from your phone rang through the left side of your body. You shifted slightly and took a breath, you couldn’t just take a look in the middle of this meeting, mostly because you were the one pitching. You continued to present your ideas and pitch knowing that they were liking it but you knew that your mind was somewhere else. You glanced at the clock, mentally checking through all the people who would be texting you at 10:00 am in the morning. No coworkers would, no family would, no friends would.

There was only one person, your boyfriend Rafael.

It was still strange regardless. He rarely texted you during business hours. He was too busy too usually and he knew you were too. The only time he ever would was when he was having a bad day and there was nothing he could do about it. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair for the second time, knowing something was wrong and you couldn’t do anything about it for at least another half an hour.

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When You Take the Mask Off (Part 2)

Series Summary: Fank’s one-night-stands turns into more than he thought, and this girl is more than she seems.

A/N: Said it once, gonna say it again: this series is going to be under the tags “when you take the mask off” and “wyttmo series”.  Also, this series will have a separate tag list, feel free to message me if you want to be tagged!

Frank Adler x reader

Word count: 1439

Summary: Frank and (Y/N) run into each other, and get to know each other as more than a wild night.

Warnings: alcohol, bad living condidtions?  Idk…


(GIF not mine)

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gather round children, it’s time for my finale recap so sit down, get a bottle of whatever-the-Fuck-u-guys-want and let’s get this show on the road.

First up we are opened to human Matt, getting these slideshows in his head about a bell and just overall death which he tells to his buddy Alaric. Dorian then butts in, telling him that they aren’t dreams but memories ;)))

Next up, we got Stefan staggering around because of his new human body. Driving with bloody knuckles, getting arrested, his memories of shedding blood relays in his head blah blah bby Caroline saves him but is like :((( bc bonnie won’t talk to her

Caroline (in order to help) called Bonnie’s mom (Abby) into the scene. Before opening the door for her mother, as she was boiling water - she heard Enzo’s voice but was then interrupted with knocking on the door. Abby then helps her baby girl to grieve which Bonnie says otherwise. Our lil witch explains to her momma that she’s used to grieving, she’s done it before and that this time it was different.

Damon on the other hand made another deal with Cade, our lil devil wants the Maxwell diary in exchange of Stefan’s life because before the deal they made - Cade initiated that Stefan’s life is in his hands bc LMAO Stefan has been bad lately so he’s a perf candidate for my hometown - hell.

But Cade proposed that in exchange for Stefan’s life - he wanted the diary that Matt now had taken interest in.

Around this time of the episode, Caroline gor Stefan out of a murder (of 32 victims) and they sought out momma realtor bc her daughter filed a missing’s person report.

So they go to the woods and find her, she stabs Stefan and Caroline saves her - tries to save Stefan - fails - remembers he has the cure - and just waits there until the ambulance comes. (Also I forgot to mention that Stefan’s attitude towards Caroline sores high by assuming that all Caroline cares about is her wedding so we got that going for Steroline but dw he apologises but the ending of their talk is a little rough so we’ll get to that later)

Damon shows up at the armoury asking for the book, Alaric like a dad - refused but later on vervains Damon and keeps him locked up. Meanwhile, Matt is hooked up to plugs from what seems to be a seismometer (IDK I failed science) and he’s being put under hypnosis by Alaric.

So let’s go back to our amazing bbys - the bennetts. Abby laid Enzo out on a table and sprinkled him with flowers and bonnie stands and watches, she then implies that she heard Enzo’s voice and that he was calling onto her. So they stand at either end of the table he was currently laid out on like a turkey and hold hands above him. Abby asks if Enzo is near, let them know. A gust of wind comes out of nowhere and Abby is met with an image of Bonnie crying over Enzo’s death.

She freaks and blows out the candles, telling Bonnie that she is not willing to do what bonnie asks. She tells her that Bonnie opened something as she was crying over Enzo, gates to somewhere that’s filled with suffering and pain. Bonnie had an idea and was like, “hell?” but Abby was like idk bitch but that’s some hefty stuff.

Then something happens wildly????

Abby leaves the room, bonnie hears Enzo’s voice then collapses.

Let’s take a break from them and move to Matt. So he goes through his memories and he sees himself but as someone else - Ethan with a bennett witch named Bea. Ethan was building a bell for driving away murderers. Sybil and Seline intervene and mind controlling him (also corrupting the bell) by telling him to strike the bell 12 times to open the fiery gates of hell and to release Cade.

Bea tries to stop it along with her witchy friends so they sacrifice themselves for their town.

IRL matt has a heart attack and damon offers his blood. This action causes Dorian and Alaric to be distracted bc Matt is back to himself telling them more of his memories. He says that Bea trapped Seline and Sybil so they ordered Ethan to kill Bea. Bea locks Ethan in the vault where Dorian found is body (irl). He tells her that he knows how to kill Cade but “I CANNOT TELL”.

Matt wakes up saying that the way to kill him is in the book only to find out that Damon took it.

Damon takes it to Cade and Stefan’s life is off the table unless Stefan becomes reckless. Cade burns the book and walks away leaving the brothers free. Damon then asks if they can make their way out of hell, Cade then says that he shouldn’t get his hopes up.

Back to my witches/vampires: Abby finds her unconscious baby on the floor, to wake her up she burns Enzo’s body to Bonnie disapproval. She pulls Bonnie out of that place, Bonnie says that Enzo was reaching out to her but Abby shakes her out of it.

She says that he is not but someone else was. She tells her that Enzo wouldn’t want bonnie near a place of suffering and that he loved her too much for that. She then says that she was never a good mum then and she’ll be damned if she let anything bad happened to bonnie - or something maternal like that. They then have a hug fest.

Caroline and Stefan partake on this eye opening conversation in her car. Optimistically, Caroline says that they can work through this but Stefan says otherwise. He’s unsure of today, or tomorrow or the days to come. This brings like worry to Steroline.

Bonnie comes home to find Matt at his doorstep and he mentions how the Maxwells and the Bennetts go way back. He tells her how strong and bad ass her family line was. He kisses her forehead and genuinely apologises for what she had to go through.

Stefan comes home to a mid bourbon party from Damon, but declines a he would change clothes and run back out to apologise to bonnie.


Stefan walks up to bonnie’s house only to be tazed by Kermit the frog in a hoodie.

Back at the armoury, Alaric and Damon bicker about Damon’s recklessness just to save his brother but Damon tells him that he already knows how the book ends for Sybil told him before. They go into the vault and find an item that could supposedly kill Cade.

then comes in



telling them he has a way to kill Cade.

How he got back idk but on the promo for the next episode, he proposes his deal but Alaric refuses to listen (I mean, Kai killed his sister Jo who was Alaric’s wife and mother to his children) but then proposes the idea of bringing Elena back which (surprise, surprise) Damon agrees for his help.

So Stefan got kidnapped.
Bonnie opened the gates to hell.
Kai is back.

Also in a synopsis for the next episode, Cade takes an interest for Bonnie and rummages thru her mind so watch out for that.

Lmao I’d love it if Julie pulls out some fucking excuse as to how Kai is back but it’s finna be golden and stupid don’t @ me on this like I love Kai but this is ridiculous

There you have it folks, Season 8 Episode 12. Get ready for shit storms as we are closing in on our last 4 episodes. It’s nice to have your favourite characters to be shit on :))))

Nine hours. Kuroo has been at the library for nine hours.

He isn’t sure how it got to be so long. Sitting in his favorite part of the library, in the big cushioned chairs near the cafe, the minutes stretch out like a sticky piece of taffy, tense at first but now heavy, hanging, only held together by stress and sugar.

He could have left hours ago if not for this essay. The essay that he started today. The essay that is due tomorrow. He had written an outline for it, but now that he’s looking back on it, his writing is shittier than he thought it was and twelve pages is longer that he can deal with. He’s a STEM major, and an international student writing in his second language, he knew writing always gave him the most trouble, why did he save it for last?

Kuroo can’t help it. He works best under pressure. And watching the clock tick closer to the deadline is the best kind of pressure there is.

But writing is still hell. 

It doesn’t help that the guy sitting across from him has the most killer thighs he’s ever seen. Ever since he sat down across from Kuroo a few hours ago, Kuroo’s been having trouble focusing. His legs are distracting. So are those shoulders. And hell, so is his face. Kuroo’s pretty sure his jawline could cut diamond.

He peers over his laptop to sneak a peek at him. Again. He thinks he might be Japanese too. He wonders if he’s an international student, like Kuroo. The thought passes through his mind as his eyes are drawn to the guy’s legs. Again. Why is he wearing shorts? It’s thirty degrees out. Definitely sweatpants weather. What’s Thigh Guy thinking, lounging so casually in those questionably short shorts, like he doesn’t know distracting stimuli were banned from library premises?

Kuroo sighs, and turns back to his essay. The Word document taunts him, boosting his stress levels single-handedly. He’s read it over three times already, but there’s something not right about it. He’s pretty sure the sentences are grammatically correct, but maybe he should check again. Does the organization of his paragraphs make sense? Is he even answering the prompt right? Maybe he should just rewrite the whole thing…

“Excuse me?”

Kuroo takes out his earbuds and looks up. “Yeah - oh…”

It’s Thigh Guy. Kuroo was so immersed in his own anxieties he hadn’t even noticed him get up.

But here he is. Talking to Kuroo.

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anonymous asked:

Fic request. Fitzsimmons, where Simmons tells fitz she's pregnant by doing something super cute. Then fast forward to a gender reveal kinda thing to the whole team. Thanks ❤️❤️ I'm in the mode for baby cuteness

Okay so honestly this morphed into a monster of a fic (seriously, I’m exhausted after writing this lmao), and because I couldn’t decide on which cute little pregnancy announcement was the most ~Jemma, this is where I ended up. So, have a fic where Fitz is oblivious and Jemma grows more and more done with each passing day. (I hope it’s still alright, anon!) Enjoy!


Hearing the sound of footsteps on the hardwood floor of their apartment, Jemma hastily closed her laptop and grabbed the two cups of tea she’d already prepared, curling up in the breakfast nook to wait. Her hands were shaking with barely-contained excitement, and she had to force her beaming grin into a more acceptable smile of greeting as Fitz appeared in the doorway to their little kitchen.

“’Morning,” he said distractedly, still doing up the buttons of his shirt, jacket draped over his arm.

“Good morning,” she replied, tilting her head up to receive the quick kiss he gave her. “I made tea.”

Fitz accepted the plain white mug from her, taking an immediate sip and sighing in relief before he told her sincerely, “Thanks, Jem, you’re the best.”

“Just doing my wifely duties,” Jemma teased, absently toying with the rings on her left hand as she carefully watched him drinking the tea. “And well, I was up first – I know the drill.”

Fitz shot her an amused grin, taking another long drink before setting the mug back down on the table of the breakfast nook, half-finished. “I’m really sorry, but I’ve got to get on over to the Playground to get started on those upgrades for Coulson. I’ll see you there later?”

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Imperative - Cassian Andor X Fem!Reader

Your bio says requests are open maybe could you do something with Cassianxfem!reader dealing with depression and anxiety.She wants to do everything she can for the rebellion, but sometimes her mental illnesses hold her back, and she feels useless because of it. Cass reassures her that she’s helped them heaps, kisses her, cuddles her, and idk just something really fluffy. Ive been going through a rough time and your writing has really helped me, so thank you. Thanks in advance if you do write it

I’ve been having a tough time as well so this was very emotional to write. Sorry if it’s short, I tried to make it as sweet as possible! I even tested my own Spanish skills so if I got it wrong, I’m sorry! I hope you enjoy it my friend, and I hope things get better. May the Force be with you.

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It had been a busy day on Yavin 4’s rebel base. You attended at least four meetings regarding fuel maximization for the X-Wings, then two more about your last few mission reports. Mon Mothma had been more less pleased with your progress on retrieving information from Empire transcripts, but you felt like you let her down. The translations of the transmissions had been so stressful, and everything else you were dealing with effected the results.

You had been diagnosed with depression a while back. You couldn’t figure out what exactly had brought it on; whether it be family or friend drama, your work, or the Empire’s shadow. You just felt heavy and empty all at once. At times, when you talked to someone during your lunch period, you felt a bit better.You found yourself talking to some of the Rogue One squad at lunch. They had completed a near suicide mission but came back in one piece; they were an inspiration to the whole base and sitting by them was an honor. You were introduced to the group by Jyn Erso, who had met you at a briefing of your findings. From there you grew close to all of them. Chirrut was so kind to you and he always seemed to know how you felt. Bodhi was a friend to you as well. The pilot would talk to you quite openly about his problems, to which you would give  advice and vice versa. While Bodhi kindly gave you good advice, to the issues you did bring up, and it only went so far. It was Cassian Andor and his droid counterpart, K2SO, that you found helped you the most. They would distract you with stories about their missions and that would result in hilarious bickering between the two of them. Lunch was the highlight of your day, but then you would be thrown back into the web of self loathing and sadness you had woven for yourself. Whether it being unsatisfied with the way you looked or feeling that you could do more to help the Rebellion, it left you very unhappy. When you needed it the most, no one was there to pick you up off your feet.

It hit you all at once as you were walking out of your last meeting of the day. You needed to do more for the people that took you in, that are fighting against the Empire for the better of others like you. But you couldn’t, not really. You were already pushing yourself, but maybe if you tried harder, you could bring in more results when it came to the intercepted Empire transmissions. The guilt of not providing started to eat away at you as you made your way to your quarters. Tears sprung to your eyes and you started walking faster; hating yourself for letting your mind and heart become such a mess. When your door came into sight, you heard someone shout, but you couldn’t tell what. Your thoughts were racing a mile a minute and you couldn’t focus on one thing for too long. When you closed your door behind you, you sank to the floor. Tears clouded your vision and you attempted to keep your sobs quiet. The walls to the rooms were thin and you didn’t want anyone to know how vulnerable you really were. You brought your knees up to your chest and kept crying. After your sobs grew quiet, a soft knock against the door startled you.

“Y/N, can I come in?” Cassian’s voice boomed through the door. You stood, quickly wiping your eyes, and opened the door. The moment Cassian saw your face he rushed to you, hugging you tightly. “Mi cariña (my darling), what’s wrong?”

His voice melted you and tears started to fall again. Cassian closed the door with his foot, and he lead you to sit on your bed. You leaned your head against his shoulder while one of his hand stroked up and down your back. When you calmed enough to speak clearly, you pulled away from him.

“Sorry, I got your shirt wet…” Cassian just shook his head, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t be silly, now please tell me,” he placed his hand on yours, causing you to look into his eyes, “what’s wrong?”

You stared at him, and saw the type of kindness that you had only heard about.

“I don’t, I can’t do enough for the Rebellion. I need to do better and and-” Another sob shook your whole being. He pulled you back to him, tugging you lose to his chest. You could hear his thunderous heartbeat booming as if he were nervous. “It all gets a little too much sometimes.” You managed in between sobs. Cassian’s hand soothingly stroked your hair as he spoke, “I know mi amor, but you’ve done enough. With the work you do, you’re imperative for our success.”

“What’s that mean?” You whispered, causing him to chuckle slightly.

“What does imperative mean?” You hit his shoulder lightly, and pulled away just enough to look into his face. “You spoke a different language, ‘mi amor’ you said.” A small, pink blush rose to his cheeks. “It’s my home planet’s native language, some call it a romance language, Spanish.” He paused, calculating what he should say next very carefully. “Mi amor translates to ‘my love’.”

Heat found it’s way to your cheeks, a you wiped newly fallen tears away from your eyes.


Cassian gave you a shy, handsome smile, his confidence wavering. “I just, yeah. The first time I saw you I knew that I had to make you smile. Like my life depended on it. I couldn’t stand to see such a beautiful girl so sad.” His gaze was warm when it met with yours. “I know you feel,” he paused searching for the right word, “bad about yourself. More than other people do about themselves. But you are so important, Y/N, and I-” You cut him off by pressing a kiss to his cheek. When you moved back, his eyes were wide in shock. You only had a moment to register what he was doing before he pressed his lips to yours. It was soft, as if he pushed further, you would break. He carefully placed one hand on your hip and the other to the back of your head, slowly pulling you closer. Your hands were cupping his jaw, and he slowly laid down on your bed. You fell to his side, and he turned to face you with a dumb grin on his face. “I love you.”

You entangled your hands with his, and cuddled into his chest. “I love you too.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and whispered, “Buenos noche. (Good night)”

The next morning when you awoke, you felt Cassian’s warmth next to you. You turned to face him, and was met with brown eyes. He gave you a smile and reached out to stroke your cheek. “Tu son muy bonita en la mañana….(You are very pretty in the morning)” He murmured sleepily. You felt a blush on your face despite not knowing what he said. “That sounded very sweet.”

“It was,” he said with a wide smile. He placed a kiss to the tip of your nose, causing you to giggle. While you still felt heavy with melancholy, Cassian’s affection burned a sense of hope in your heart that things would turn around.

anonymous asked:

Ooh awesome!!! Tysm! I always thought that they become 100 percent more willing to do impulsive crap when they're together so maybe having a quiet secret wedding at Telma's with their friends right before their royal wedding??? Idk something like that!

Nonny you genius! I’m setting this in the same universe as my Zelda sneaks out of the Castle to go see Link fic you don’t have to have read that one first to understand this one

 This took way longer than I thought it would, and ended up being way longer than I thought it would.

 Hope you enjoy.

It took him a few months to realise it, but Link hated weddings.

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anonymous asked:

Ohoh I have a request. How would Shinee react if you were in a relationship and you just had your first big fight?

Thank you for your request anon!! <3  I apologise if it’s not quite what you wanted or isn’t very good. [I’m especially not great at relationshippy ones because idk anything about romantic relationships lmao] ALSO I’m sorry that my writing style keeps changing I don’t know why that’s happening -admin Mimi

How SHINee would react after your first big “couple” fight


As soon as you’d disappear from his sight, his anger would dissipate and he’d regret what he had said. He’d pace around thinking about how he should have said things differently, reacted differently. Debating whether to try to talk to you or not yet, he’d stand outside your door for a long time, unmoving. But then he’d hear you cry and yell at yourself. He’d disregard any kind of courtesy and use his key to open your door. He’d find you crumpled on your bed, upset.
“I’m sorry.” He’d mumble before scooping you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “Please don’t cry.”

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He’d be angry for a while. Maybe a day. He’d constantly check his phone to see if you had apologised, it was your fault after all. But the longer you’d take to message him anything, the more he’d doubt that it was all your fault and start to feel guilty. It takes two to tango after all. He’d send you a message. A simple “Hey”. And when you don’t respond, he’d become worried. You were alright…right? A few more attempts at starting a conversation later and he’d be phoning you. It would go straight to voicemail. Trying not to panic he’d go over to your place, regardless of the time and pound on your door. Eventually you’d open it, groggy and in your pjs.
“You’re alright!” he’d pull you to him, tears threatening to fall. “Don’t scare me like that.”

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He’d bury himself in work and other things to try to distract himself, blaming you. He’d want to wait for you to apologise. He’d get no more than week into giving you the cold shoulder before he’d miss your company and could no longer ignore it. He’d check all your social media to see if you had said anything about him, you hadn’t. But your Facebook would say your relationship was complicated, and more often than not he’d seen “complicated” become “single”. He wouldn’t want your relationship to end. He’d phone you, you’d decline it. He’d be frustrated and slightly jealous that you might be with someone else, and march straight to your apartment. He’d knock on your door, someone else having let him into the complex, as he’s a familiar face.
“Who is it?”
“You know who it is.”
“Hmph, then I’m definitely not opening the door.”
“No, please. I’m sorry, I need to talk to you.”
“We are talking.”
“No, I need to see you. I’m sorry.” He’d say, desperation slipping into his voice. You’d unlock the door and he’d immediately shower you will apologetic kisses.

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He’d leave you be, assuming you’d be over it the next day. You usually were. He’d admit things got more heated than they usually do.
“Hey.” You’d ignore him, giving him the cold shoulder. “Oi.” You’d brush him off and leave. He’d think hard about the argument for the rest of the day, and slowly realise why it was a much bigger deal than all the previous ones. He’d try coming up with something to say when he got to your door, chocolates in hand. He’d have finally settled on what he would say, but once you opened the door, dark circles under your puffy eyes all his words would leave him and he’d step through the doorway enveloping you in a bear hug dropping the chocolates.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even realise!”

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He would be very affected by it. He’d try to not let it get to him, but it would eat away at him until he couldn’t focus properly. It wouldn’t take long, maybe a day or two. He’d phone you hoping to apologise, and make up. You’d answer, not paying much attention to the caller ID.
“H-hello? Y/N?” he’d call softly, shocked that you answered.
“T-Taemin?” you’d be contemplating hanging up.
“P-please don’t hang up! I’m sorry, I want to apologise to you in person.” he’d plead, sounding panicked that you would hang up regardless.
“Please?” his voice would be soft, barely above a whisper. The desperation in his voice would pull your heartstrings.
“Alright, come over.”

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a sort of sacrifice scenario with the chocobros? Like they are fighting a daemon (or something else, idk) and the reader sacrifices the self to save them? Btw I just discovered your blog and it is A-MAY-ZING! :)

Instead of individuals I kinda lumped them all in one huge drabble, please let me know if we were on the same page or I was in a different book entirely. But thank you for stopping by, I hope to keep impressing you! <3


They say when you die, that your life flashes before your eyes. So maybe that was way you were freezing so much while fighting this Cerebus that was currently hounding you all. Sent by Ardyn to toy with you all once again.

The man led you all into an old maze of a mining system, yet each time your group attempted to turn face and run you were instead greeted by the large canine creature, so at this point there were two options, create an opening for attack or watch all of your friends be murdered and ripped to pieces with yourself included.

“Got a plan Specs?” Noctis called.

Your group had seen better days, you had been going against this thing for the last 45 minutes with no real light at the end of the tunnel in sight. Gladiolus had suffered a few whacks, and his right arm was dislocated, making swing his sword rather difficult as no one had time to properly pop it back into place. Prompto was bleeding from his right arm, and made his return fire sloppy, as he wasn’t as steady with his left. When Ignis went to protect Noctis from a slash, the creature got a hold of his leg, making the normal nimble man rather slow and clumsy.

“We need a distraction, should we be able to make it to the exit we will be able to trap this creature within the mines by creating a cave in.” Ignis explained, as the Cerebus pounced in the direction sending the group scattering, and the cave to shake of loose debris. 

You stood, only suffering from a cut bleeding heavily from your forehead, “I’ll go.”

“Wait, no!”

“Nope, I’m the only one here with working limbs. When the coast is clear, go for it, I’ll be right behind you.” You state reassuringly, but even you were uncertain if you’d be able to get out. Yet your duty was to your King, and to a less extent the others. They’re be able to get along without, after all Potions could fix almost anything nowadays.

Summoning a shield within your right hand you begun to beat upon it with a sword, “Hey Poochie!”

The large canine type creature turned to you, creating your reckless noise, moving to pounce on top of you, only for you to roll out the way. You watched, as the four bodies quickly moved toward the exit, summoning a spear as you threw it as hard as possible into the large head, luck would have it, you hit an eye.

Noctis watched as you battled the large creature alone, last person he ever heard going against a Cerberus and winning was Nyx, but Nyx had the power of the Kings. You didn’t, you weren’t even a member of the Guard, you were medical personnel, with the basics of fighting. Now you were fighting against a creature, that almost took out one of their strongest men.

The group had just managed to step out the cave, as Gladiolus rose his sword, stabbing it into a support beam that held the old mine open that was currently the deamon’s home. Everyone waiting to hear your footsteps coming, only to hear the stagger, as you limped from the darkness, holding your shoulder, leaning against the cave wall.

“You’re okay!” Prompto cheered.

A small smile crossed your face, only to turn to horror as you glanced over your shoulder, to the large creature crawling after you rather angrily, jaws snarling. Breaking into a sprint you stumbled over your weak legs, trying to keep yourself up right.

“Move out the cave!” You bark, as the others backed up. A smirk appearing on your face, if you were going down this you were taking the bastard with you. You knew you couldn’t outrun it, but seeing Gladiolus’s broadsword sticking from a wooden support beam, you summoned a sword of your own. Hacking through beam after beam, tearing down only lighting ropes, entrapping the creature  as it struggled to get through, slowing it down. Yet the cables were old and you knew they would snap, grabbing Gladiolus’s broadsword you use most of your strength to pull it free. Turning bright eyes to the others, as the caving structure begun to crumble in on itself.

“What are you doing!”

“It has been an honor to fight beside you all, Your Highness, Ignis, Gladiolus, Prompto. Thank you.” You called, running back into the cave system, narrowly avoiding the snapping jaws of the creature trying to kill you. Leaping up as you swung a sword, destroying the final support beam that quickly brought down the entire cave.

Sparing one last glance over your shoulder, you couldn’t help but smile, before your world went black. Their desperate calls the final thing you heard, as the world around you faded.

“Tsk, tsk, and we were just starting to have fun. Well if you’re just going to careless toss your life away, how about I take it for a spin.”