in a friendship kind of way though

in the end, it mattered.

So, I… was not expecting to open up the news tonight and feel like I’d been kicked in the stomach. I’d barely even thought about Linkin Park in years. They were my brief, embarrassing nu-metal mallgoth phase. They were everyone’s brief, embarrassing nu-metal mallgoth phase. Then they were the band even nu-metal posers made fun of. By that point 15-year-old me had plunged down the rabbit hole and discovered Rammstein, and the Smiths, and the Sisters of Mercy, and KMFDM, and I had so much awesome music to wallow in that I barely had time to feel self-conscious that I’d never really stopped loving Hybrid Theory. (Although I did, a little, because I was 15 and nothing was too stupid to feel self-conscious about.)

But holy fuck did I love that album. “Crawling” is the first music video I have any actual memory of seeing on TV. Linkin Park was the first rock concert I ever went to. (And fuck you, they were awesome.) I loved it for the exact reasons my entire age cohort found it embarrassing as soon as we were out of middle school. It’s a primal scream of rage and anguish, artfully bottled up and beautified, that manages to articulate a lot of the nuances of how people hurt each other and what it’s like to be hurt so badly you can barely hang on. Which means it had its finger squarely on the pulse of what it’s like to be 14. Stuck in a rat cage with a few hundred other rats, all of you hopped up to the gills on hormones, clumsily figuring out all the ways people can hurt each other, how and when to protect yourself, how to judge others’ behavior. And because people learning how to judge get awfully enthusiastic about it and nobody likes the primal anguish or the pants-on-head stupidity of their 14-year-old self, it didn’t take long for us to start finding Linkin Park embarrassing. Their angst is utterly sincere, and sincerity is uncomfortable. Especially when it reminds you of the utterly sincere, solipsistic, overblown, ridiculous angst over trivial shit that your adolescent hormones were pumping through your veins in middle school. Getting over yourself is healthy.

Coming back to listen when I’m pushing thirty, though, nothing on Hybrid Theory makes me think about my mid-teens melodrama. Some of it makes me think about friendships and relationships that turned into the kind of fucked-up shit that makes me want to grab my past self and shout “run while you can.” But most of it–speaking as a grown-ass adult here–most of it makes me think “holy shit, I want to find whoever did that to this kid and kick their ass six ways from Sunday.” It is so fucking unbelievably obvious in retrospect that none of the shit Chester Bennington is screaming about is something you just get over once you’ve grown up a little and escaped the shitheads you went to high school with.

Transmuting pain into art is a natural, almost universal impulse; doing it well is hard. Getting close enough to grab the beating heart of it, pulling it out to dissect it, ruthlessly rearranging it into something with structure and clarity, stepping back far enough to judge what you’ve made… the strange, disconcerting realization that you’ve turned it into something beautiful. Something that will appeal to other people, make them relate it back to their own pain even if it’s not the same. (Something vulnerable that can be criticized and judged and sneered at.) Maybe at first it’s for your own benefit, help you process and understand it, let out a bit of that primal scream… but let me tell you, the first time someone says “thank you” or “I needed this” or “you articulated what I couldn’t” or “this got me through a dark place”… that doesn’t just make it worth it, it humbles the shit out of you. And it makes you want to keep doing it forever. It turns the pain into shared understanding and an offer of comfort.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t make the pain go away.

Chester Bennington was really fucking good at transmuting his pain into art and offering it up with utter sincerity.

So RIP, dude. I don’t know the details of what you were going through, but you gave the world a pretty good glimpse of the broad outlines. And that glimpse got a lot of kids through adolescence, my dumb ass included; I can only imagine what it did for people who were going through the same stuff as you. Life may not be some fairy tale where turning your demons into art is always enough to save you from them, but I wish you’d made it. You saved a lot of other people. Whatever peace eluded you here, you deserve to find on the other side.

anonymous asked:

do you think sheith will be canon or at least heavily hinted in the series?

looking at it objectively, i’m going to say there’s a really high probability at this point. as good a chance as there being any romance for either keith or shiro at all. this is why:

their relationship has always been defined as the emotional heart of this series. we see no other relationship this strong, and this is consistently shown, from literally their first scene. we see keith set off explosions, take out an entire room of garrison operatives like they’re tissue paper, and then melt when he sees shiro:

it’s actually one of the biggest mysteries of the series so far. like here we have two totally independent, strong people that have this incredibly deep bond, and we have no idea how or why. it’s really a unique relationship no matter how you look at it. long, long meta under the cut:

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anonymous asked:

Do you know any fics where stiles and Derek are totally dating but they don't realize it but everyone else does

OOooo fun! - Anastasia

Originally posted by mysticmystery

Is It Cool if I Hold Your Hand? by HalfFizzbin

(1/1 I 1,343 I General)

“So,” says Sheriff Stilinski, raising one eyebrow. “You decided not to play video games at Scott’s, after all?”

“Uh,” Stiles says. His eyes are wide and caught-out, and he’s got his arms wrapped around two giant tubs of popcorn. Beside him, Derek Hale—the same Derek Hale that the Sheriff last saw in his interrogation room—is handing a $20 bill to the cashier and clearly trying to appear as casual as possible. He fumbles the change three times before he gets it into his pocket, though, so it’s a lost cause.

Accident (Waiting to Happen) by Jerakeen

(1/1 I 1,247 I Teen)

“You’re just jealous of our friendship,” Stiles says cattily, butting the top of his head more firmly into Derek’s armpit.

“Right,” Scott says, putting his jacket on. “I’m jealous that I don’t get to snuggle on the couch with the two of you.”

“Obviously,” Stiles agrees.

The Catch by sir_yessir

(1/1 I 1,901 I  Teen)

“You know,” Stiles jokes (because if he has any kind of a superpower, it’s the power to make an awkward situation way more awkward) “If we keep doing stuff like this people are going to think we’re dating.” In which Stiles learns that he’s really super oblivious (but to be fair, Derek is also too subtle for his own good).

Welcome to Rosie’s Diner can I interest you in an eye-opener? by crossroadswrite

(1/1 I 1,999 I Teen)

When the unfairly attractive couple walks in, at their usual hour, Kat starts humming the wedding march.

Jason elbows her sharply in the ribs, trying to hide his snicker even as he waves nicely at them.

“Fuck they’re so pretty,” he sighs mournfully, “why did they have to be a couple, that’s just unfair.”

“I know,” she commiserates.

(Or: The one where Stiles and Derek are regulars at Rosie’s diner and exactly zero of the employees believe they’re not actually a couple, I mean come on look at them.)

Stiles is the Stupidest Person on This Side of The Milky Way by TenSpencerRiedPlease

(1/1 I 5,619 I Not Rated)

“Aren’t you at least the least bit curious why everyone keeps asking if you are dating?” Lydia asks.

“No, why?” he says, mostly to be an ass. He didn’t actually care why people thought he was dating Derek.

“Oh my god.” Lydia says taking a shallow breath, rubbing her temples as if she had just gotten the world’s worst brain freeze. “You are the stupidest person in on this side of the milky way,” she says, sighing deeply.

Lunches, Knitting and Definitely Not Dating by noxlunate

(1/1 I 10,107 I Teen)

“So, I uh, managed to get myself pregnant.”

“You what?!

“Got myself pregnant. Y’know, up the duff, knocked up, a bun in the oven, in a family way, eating for two, with child. I could go on Dad, really, stop me before I exhaust the list of pregnancy euphemisms. There’s still caught an 18 year STD, my eggo is preggo, building a person-“


“Hosting a parasite, harboring a fugitive-“

An Open Letter To My Former Best Friend...

Dear Stranger,

I miss you. I miss texting you about every single stupid thing that happens in my life. I miss laughing with you and all of our inside jokes. I miss looking over at you and knowing exactly what you are thinking. I miss your family and the way you used to fill me in on their daily happenings and what crazy, judgmental things they said this time. I miss knowing that, at the end of the day, I had you– that when push came to shove, no matter how bad the situation might be, I knew you would be there. I miss my person, my other half and my best friend.

I hate that when people ask me how you are doing, and I genuinely don’t know. I hate that our conversations that once used to be so natural and seemingly endless are now just formal “how-do-you-do’s,” and “hope-you’re-doing-well’s.”

I hate that your face, the face I was so accustomed to seeing almost every single day, has become just another one in the crowd. I hate that we no longer speak, and that when we do, all of our conversations are awkward and now start with “OMG! I haven’t talked to you in forever!”

I’m mad at us for letting our friendship become this far gone. What happened? How did we not see this coming? How did we not feel ourselves starting to drift? I am mad at us for not fighting harder for the friendship that we had. It wasn’t like most friendships. It was the kind of friendship that neither of us could have anticipated coming to an end. It was us against the world, and now it is nothing. I am mad at us for letting it become nothing but a collection of memories.

I am sad because I don’t even know where to go from here. I don’t know what there is to be said. Nothing really happened to make it change, so how would we fix it? How do I make this horrible yearning for you go away? How do I shake the dreadful feeling of knowing that my best friend is no longer just a phone call away? We don’t even know each other anymore. How do we find a way to fall back together just as easily as we fell apart?

I hate that it probably can’t be fixed. I am hurt that you will probably never again be a huge part of my life. It hurts that when I threw my first housewarming party at the home my fiancé and I just bought, you weren’t there. That when I look around on my wedding day at all the faces in the crowd, it will hurt just as badly then as it does now to find that yours may not be there. But what hurts the most, and what I’m most scared of, is that you probably don’t even care at all. I am scared that maybe you haven’t noticed my absence in your life, or that maybe you have, but it just doesn’t matter to you.

I’m not naïve… I know that you have by now replaced me. I am scared that you don’t look back on our friendship as fondly as I do. I’m scared that our lack of a future doesn’t hurt you just as badly as it hurts me. I’m scared that you don’t miss me as much as I miss you.

However, even if that is the case, I like to hope that we will find our way back to each other, no matter how unlikely that now seems. I will never stop caring about you and wishing you well in life. I will silently smile from a distant sideline as you go out into the world and kick ass.

You will always hold a special place in my heart, even though I may no longer hold one in yours. I will never stop looking back on our friendship fondly and will always only have kind things to say.

I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I do know one thing is for certain, I will never find another friend like the friend I found in you. Thank you for everything. I miss you more than you could ever possibly know.

All the best,

Your Former Best Friend

anonymous asked:

For friends turned into lovers, how would I show that one of the friends likes the other without saying "he realized he likes her" ? How do I show it without being so direct?

Thanks for your question, love!  I love friends-to-lovers <3  It’s probably one of my favorite romance dynamics – like 90 out of my 100 OTPs are friends-to-lovers.

Originally posted by lizzingtonshipper

But there are a lot of these kinds of relationships that I don’t like, too, and it’s for the reason you’re stating.  They’re over-direct, and obvious, and unrealistic.  Two people don’t just go from a platonic place to, “Whoa, I guess I’m in love and never noticed.”

There are two ways to remedy this.  The first is to keep their friendship a little flirtatious in the first place, which is something we see with Andy and April from Parks and Rec, and Jim and Pam from The Office.  Though these two couples both began as strictly friends (and in both situations, one of the two people was in another relationship), they had a hint of attraction toward each other, whether it be purely physical or deeper feelings.  There was something there that you could sense – something palpable, so that when the relationship developed, you could go, “Oh, that makes sense.” 

You don’t have to do this, though.  There are other friends-to-lovers relationships that begin from a place of little or no attraction, like Monica and Chandler from Friends, or April and Jackson from Grey’s Anatomy.  In these cases, there was a particular instant of connection (in other words, a one-night stand) that caused them to view each other differently.  I’m kidding, though – it doesn’t have to be a one-night stand, and in fact, that’s kind of overplayed.  But any moment of connection, physical or emotional, can cause you to reevaluate someone’s role in your life.  Comfort over one another’s loss, a genuine display of friendship, or even a meaningless physical interaction (you know what I’m talking about, Community fans) can spark the random daily instances of, “Wow.  He has gorgeous eyes.” and, “She’s gonna be there, so I have to look nice.”

Overall, though, there are a few different ways to showcase (growing) affection without directly announcing romantic feelings.  Character A might:

  • Notice Character B’s looks, or reassess them from a romantic standpoint
  • Take sudden interest in Character B’s opinions, hobbies, or whereabouts
  • Engage in frequent conversation with Character B (often taking a passive listening role)
  • Feel more comfortable being themselves with Character B
  • Think about Character B while alone (”They would like this book,” “I wonder what they’d say about this,” “I hope they’ll be there.”)
  • Become more physically affectionate with Character B
  • Defend/explain Character B’s actions and intentions to others
  • Desire to improve themselves for Character B
  • Worry about Character B’s opinion of them
  • Have decreased romantic interest in anyone else (including current romantic partners)
  • Compare others to Character B (”My date isn’t as funny as she is,” “I’d be having a better time if he were here.”)
  • Rethink past interactions with Character B from a romantic standpoint
  • Ask other people for their opinion on Character B

Those are just a few ideas.  If you need more help, be sure to let us know!  Good luck :)

– Mod Joanna ♥️

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask us!

Reasons to go see the new Power Rangers movie

I’m a child of the 90′s. Power Rangers reigned supreme in my household when I was growing up. And when my brother, who is 9 years younger than me, started getting into Power Rangers, it was a way for us to bond. So obviously I was excited about the reboot.

Originally posted by lunarskye

Listen, I might be biased because of my nostalgia, but damn did I love this movie! Here’s why everyone should leave their house immediately and go watch this film.

1. Diverse Cast: I don’t really need to say it, but this cast is insanely diverse! So many different groups are represented in this movie! Every ranger is of a different ethnicity, which is acknowledged and appreciated by each member! And, beyond the surface differences that can be seen, there is an LGBTQ ranger and a ranger who is on the autism spectrum. One of my favorite parts is that we don’t need to speculate whether or not he might have special needs - he just comes right out and says it. “I’m on the spectrum…It’s a diagnosis.” And while he might have been protected a little more by the others, they didn’t try to baby him which is common for a lot of people who don’t often interact with people who have special needs. Instead, they utilized his strengths and worked with him to build his weaknesses.

Originally posted by comics

2. Fantastic Acting: I gotta give a shout out to the actors who played the rangers. Holy cow, were y’all amazing! I’m honestly stunned with Becky G’s performance and how well she did, but that’s mostly because I haven’t followed her music career and seen what she can do. Girl, you were so good! And I believe that this was the first movie some of them have ever acted in. I’ll admit that the script was a little corny sometimes, but honestly it was 10X better than any script from the tv show, and the actors played them SO GOOD!!!!!

Originally posted by phaenix

3. Great Chemistry: Some of these friendships felt so authentic and beautiful to me. A few interactions didn’t really excite me (Zack & Jason, mostly), but the rest of them held their own. Kimberly & Trini and Jason & Billy, for instance. The two girl rangers had such amazing chemistry together and every scene they did felt like they’d been friends their whole lives. There’s a lot of people shipping those two, but I’d be genuinely upset if anything less platonic happened between them. I just want Kimberly to be the girl friend that Trini comes to for girlfriend advice because their friendship is so great! Jason & Billy really were the BROTP of the movie though. The way Billy always looked to Jason for any minor thing had me laughing my ass off.

Originally posted by weaseltotheface

4. A Really Good Bad Guy: Anyone who’s ever seen the tv show knows that Rita Repulsa was kind of lame. She did the same thing every episode and hardly ever left her evil lair to do her own dirty work. Elizabeth Banks as Rita Repulsa was actually kind of a scary bad guy. She wasn’t all talk, and the girl wasn’t afraid to get nasty. I can appreciate that in a villain.

5. Nostalgia: If you were also a big fan of the tv show, this movie has loads of amazing easter eggs for you! I was literally in the theater chanting “Megazord! Megazord! Megazord!” Not to mention Alpha’s “aye aye aye,” and the songs being played, and just ugh! My childhood heart was hurting.

Originally posted by originalyellowranger

6. Potential Sequel: The ending was set up for a sequel (wait for the credits and an extra scene will come) and honestly it has so much potential for what could come of the power rangers! I need it, and frankly, it hasn’t done that well at the box office so without your support there might not be a sequel at all!

All in all, this movie was really good and I would just love to share it with everyone and tell them to love it!

headcannons - Richie Tozier

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

warnings: swearing (duh, it’s ‘beep beep’ richie) 
a/n: i liked writing this? a different form of headcanons but i like it

[prompt 37: “love is being partners” ]

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Not As It Seems

Summary: After a long streak of financial success, you find yourself partnering with Tony Stark, living alongside the Avengers and occasionally helping out with missions. While the team is too intimidated by you and thinks you’re the woman the media makes you out to be, you’re the polar opposite and desperately try to keep yourself in one piece as they unknowingly tear you apart, piece by piece.

A/N: I really have no idea what prompted me to read this, but I wanted a way to make Steve be extremely sweet and show off his affectionate side. This thing is 3,797 words (I got way into the zone). Also, can anyone tell me why I’m literally sobbing @ the thought of someone being this kind towards me???? Because I can’t. Happy reading! 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader.

In the words of the mainstream media, you were a hard woman to impress. Being the CEO of your own company made you the billionaire you are today, and it’s no secret that you wouldn’t just let anyone walk into your life without knowing what their intentions were. But you weren’t really everything the media said. You were somewhat shy and not good at telling people how you felt. 

Tony Stark had proposed a business deal to you not too long go. He had asked you to merge one branch of your company with his. He showed you the statistics on what would happen if you did, and needless to say, you’d make billions upon billions of dollars. You didn’t hesitate to say no, and his plan had made you the money he promised. 

You moved into the tower once Tony found out you could fight almost as well as Natasha. In truth, Tony was the only one who wasn’t intimidated by you. You were his equal, having most of the same qualities the media described him as. Apart from your badass fighting skills on the field, you were often seen with a notepad or your computer, tending to business or giving your money away to causes that were worth fighting for. 

The media didn’t know you spent your earnings on other people. Most assumed you spent it on yourself, but your roots taught you to always help those who cannot help themselves. Growing up, life was tough because your father would spend his money on alcohol and your mother would sell her body to men on the street, desperate to help you through education. The neighbourhood you grew up in was almost promising in terms of making every teenager a drug addict, but a leap of faith changed that for you. You moved to New York City for college and designed an application that would help millions of people. You made your first million by twenty one and gave most of your money to your mother, who had stood behind you when everyone told you how incredibly stupid the idea of making it somewhere was. 

Everyone thought you were intimidating. Maybe they were intimidated because you were a billionaire, or maybe they were scared because you have an active role in keeping New York safe. What you do know is the world is extremely lonely for people who are feared. 

The team knew who you were and treated you like you were fine China. They feared to talk to you in fear of being emasculated or worse - being kicked off the team. You didn’t have that kind of power (and they didn’t know that you didn’t have that power), but they feared that you could find a way to kick them out. You’d never do that, though. 

Friends were a hard thing to come by. Your old classmates pretended to be your best friends and most people who talk to you only care about the amount of zeroes in your bank account. It was ruthless, but you had accepted that the world wouldn’t have a lot of grey areas when you started to make money. In terms of friendship, the world had to be black and white. It was easier that way. 

You sat in the common room’s couch with your laptop on your lap, writing a code that would, hopefully, make collecting data via your computer much faster. Members of the team stepped inside the compound after rate morning run, but their conversation seized when they saw you sitting. 

You looked up from the screen and pushed your glasses, preventing them from falling. “You don’t have to stop your conversations,” you said, urging them to be completely normal around you. 

“No, it’s okay,” Sam said. “We know you’re a busy woman.” 

“Well, you’re welcome to stay, if you’d like. I won’t be distracted.” 

“Can’t take that chance,” Clint said. “You’re an important woman, Y/N. We want you to be on top of your game.” You gave them a small smile and let them leave. 

Steve was behind them and chose not to say a word. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to act around you. He didn’t know you all that well and feared that he too would one day fear the wrath that is Y/N Y/L/N. He knew what the media told him - you were cold, isolated, very cunning, intelligent, and you liked to keep to yourself. Since he was new to the century and didn’t understand the concept of not listening to the mainstream media, Steve opted to listen to what they said in case you were what they described you to be. 

He tiptoed and tried not to make too much noise as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. He looked at you as he walked past, and Steve swore he had heard you sigh in defeat. It was something he had caught himself doing a lot when he was unsure of himself, but he shook that thought away. You were Y/N, Y/L/N, for crying out loud. 

Steve walked away and you blinked rapidly to keep yourself from pity crying. A billionaire doesn’t cry, or so the world thinks. 

The team had a successful mission and wanted to celebrate the fact that no one got killed or seriously injured. Collectively, they had decided to dress up and find the most expensive nightclub, and forget the world for just that night. You were in your room because you weren’t needed and you heard heels clicking on the floor and laughter from the common room. You swung your legs from under the blankets and put a pair of sweatpants on before walking outside, seeing everyone dressed up. 

“Where are you guys headed?” you asked. 

“To some nightclub Tony recommended,” Wanda said, laughing. She rested her head on her brother’s shoulders, trying to balance herself. 

“We just thought we should celebrate a good mission. God knows we need to have some fun!” Sam shouted, walking out the door with a bottle of champagne in his hand.  

“Tony’s telling us to hurry our asses up,” Natasha said, not looking up from her phone as she corralled the team out the door. You stood there, gazing at your sweatpants and watched as every team member walked out the door. Steve looked at you in your comfortable clothing and thought you looked adorable, not being in a pantsuit or dressed up for meetings. He avoided eye contact as he walked out the door, shutting it behind him.

“FRIDAY, would you mind playing some jazz music? Preferably instrumental. Nothing too upbeat,” you requested. 

“Sure thing, Y/N.” The music filled the room and you let yourself stand for a moment. Why hadn’t they invited you to go out with them? You already know the answer: they all assumed you didn’t want to. Everyone thought you didn’t like to have fun because the media made you out to be a workaholic who always kept to herself. It wasn’t true, not by one bit. But what’s the use trying to convince the world when they don’t believe a word you’ll ever say, despite it coming from your mouth? 

You walked to the fireplace and let the warmth warm your body. You had let the jazz music fill up your mind, desperate to forget how unwanted you felt. 

James Barnes had arrived at the tower and everyone wanted him to feel as welcomed as possible. You felt bad, him being though all that he had endured, but you hoped that he would have a happy recovery. 

“Y/N, this is James Barnes, but we call him Bucky,” he said. You looked up from your computer and saw the man he was referring to. He offered you a small smiled to which you returned. You stood up from your desk and walked over to him, sticking your hand out for him to shake. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, James, really.” He shook your hand. Bucky wouldn’t tell anyone, but he liked that you called him by his first name. It didn’t make him feel like he was the person who forgot who his best friend was. It made him feel normal. 

“You can call him Bucky, you know,” said Tony.

“It’s okay,” Bucky said. “I’m okay with it.” Tony shrugged and the two of them left your office. 

It was no secret that Bucky had the worst nightmares. He would scream from time to time, and it woke the other Avengers from their slumber. They could hear him and wanted to help, but none of them (other than Steve) knew him very well and thought Steve was the one who calm him down when they heard silence after a thread of screams. Steve thought Bucky had fallen back asleep when the screaming stopped. He never questioned it and thought Bucky was progressing by working things out on his own. 

What nobody knew was you were the one who felt hurt and saddened by Bucky’s nightmares. You could never imagine the magnitude of loss and pain he felt, but you wanted to try your best to comfort him. 

On the first night, it was daunting trying to wake him up. You’d try your best to keep some distance as you woke him up and he did, staring at you like you were a ghost. 

“Y/N?” he whispered. 

“Yeah James, it’s me. You were screaming and I ran in to see if you were okay,” you said sheepishly. 

“Oh, uh, thank you. Sorry for bothering you.” You stood by the side of his bed and shook your head. 

“Please, don’t be sorry. Don’t be sorry for wanting to express how you feel. You’ve gone through a lot and you’re the last person who should be sorry.” Bucky sighed and laid back down, staring at the ceiling. “Uh, I’ll just go,” you said, awkwardly turning your back. 

“Wait,” Bucky croaked. “Please don’t go. Not yet.” He reached out to you and he looked so lost. You frowned and nodded. Bucky let you sit beside him and he put his head on your chest, closing his eyes. You rubbed soothing circles on his shoulder and tried to get him to sleep. 

After what seemed to be the billionth night of Bucky finally being able to sleep without screaming, his voice could be heard from down the hallway. This time, Steve leapt out of his bed and planned to dash down the hallway to comfort his best friend, but he saw you gently open the door. Steve raised his eyebrows and followed you, opening the door just enough so he could see you comfort Bucky in your arms, humming soothing melodies in his ears as Bucky kept apologising and thanking you for being there for him ever since his nightmares began. 

It clicked in Steve’s head that you were the reason the team didn’t lose a wink of sleep. He smiled as he saw you comfort his best friend. Steve never told you, but he appreciated all you had done for Bucky after he had been released form HYDRA. 

Your birthday was coming up and you were excited. You weren’t sure what excited you about your birthday (because you hadn’t celebrated it in ages), but you had people hanging around you every day and you thought it would be a nice idea for everyone to get to know you more. 

The team had been on a mission for a few days and returned. You knew they were never the type to sit around and you thought going out would be something they were willing to do. 

But you tried to ask people if they wanted to accompany you to dinner and it did’t work out quite the way you planned. 

“Natasha and Clint,” you greeted as you walked into the training room. 

“What’s up?” Clint asked, dodging Natasha’s hit. 

“Are you guys busy tomorrow night?” 

Natasha looked at Clint. 

“Oh, yeah, we’re busy,” Clint said. “You know, just trying to catch up on sleep. We barely got shut eye.” Natasha smiled at you before punching Clint in the chest. 

“Oh, okay. Have fun training,” you said, exiting the room.

You passed Sam on your way out. 

“Sam!” you called. “What are you doing tomorrow night?” 

Sam didn’t know what to say and thought this was a test. He didn’t want to fall into whatever trap you were trying to pull. 

“I’ve got a date,” he blurted. On the inside, you grimaced, but you smiled anyways. 

“Have fun, then,” you said and walked by. 

You already knew the twins weren’t able to come because your birthday was the anniversary of a friend they had lost. You didn’t bother asking them, respecting their time to grieve. 

Tony, Steve, and Bucky were in the kitchen, bickering about if chocolate of vanilla was the more superior flavour.

“Vanilla is delicious and therefore better,” Steve argued. 

Tony scoffed. “Of course you would like vanilla, of all people.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Steve noticed you from the corner of his eye and wanted to say hello, but he didn’t trust is voice. He waved instead. 

“What can we do for you, Y/N?” Tony asked.

“I was just wondering if you guys were busy tomorrow night,” you asked, looking at each of them in the eye. Bucky glanced at the ground, guilty that he would rather stay at home. You didn’t blame him because he hadn’t been in Avenger care for that long and still feared the outside world. 

“I’ve got a lot of files to report,” Tony said. “Pepper’s beating my ass and I promised her I’d help her out tomorrow night.”

“Me too,” Steve said. “Fury’s been on my back and I don’t think I can procrastinate anymore. Why, what’s going on?” 

You shook your head and gave a false smile. “Nothing important,” you said. You cursed yourself for being shy around people you wanted to actually be friends with. Strangers? No problem, you’d never see them again. Friends? Well, if they didn’t like you, you’d have so much trouble trying to find new ones. Billionaires are supposed to be popular and confident, right? 

“Are you sure?” Tony asked. 

“Yeah, yeah. Really, there are more important things than a night out.” 

“Damn, now I really wish I was free.” Tony sighed.

“It’s okay, I promise.” Bucky had nodded and left to his room and Tony left when Pepper called his name. 

You and Steve stood awkwardly for a moment before he cleared his throat. 

“So, Y/N, how’s life?” he hesitantly asked. 

“It’s good,” you replied. 

“I don’t mean to pry, but where do you go to on the weekends? I know you don’t work and your offices are closed.” You waved him off. 

“You’re not prying. I go to this nonprofit that helps kids in the inner cities,” you explained. “I volunteer to talk to the kids and get to know them.” 

“Wow, that’s noble.” Steve grinned and thought about you around children. He always pegged you to be good with kids because of how motherly you seemed to your employees and this seemed to confirm his theory. “They must love you.” 

“Oh yeah, that or the fact that I pay for their space and anything they need,” you joked. Steve’s eyes widened. He didn’t know you paid for organisations.

“That’s really cool,” he breathed. 

“Thanks for saying that, Steve.” 

Steve was so happy that someone who was so closed-off and isolated (at least that’s what he thought) was sharing part of their lives with him. You felt happy that someone bothered to listen. 

“I’ve gotta run,” Steve said. “Catch you later?” You nodded and let Steve run out.

The day of your birthday started out like any other. The team greeted you and left you to your wits. You smiled at Steve and he melted inside, loving that you directed your attention towards him. 

You grabbed your bag and head out the door to meet the kids at the community centre. 

“Y/N!” the little girl, Rose, greeted. 

“Morning, Rose. How’s my favourite girl today?” 

“I’m good! I lost my two front teeth,” she said, grinning so you could see. You let out a laugh and ushered her to where the other children sat. 

The meeting went well and everyone talked how they had felt. You resonated when the older kids told you how they felt unwanted. 

“Believe it or not, I felt that way too,” you said. 

“Oh really? You’re a billionaire,” one kid joked. You laughed. 

“Not long ago, I was just a high school senior, like you. My town was infamous for breeding drug dealers and my mother was afraid that I’d go up to be one. Nobody believed in me when I moved out of my house and into the big city. I was told I was worthless and it was useless for me to get anywhere because I’d find my way back to my roots. I haven’t.” 

“Well, you’re still a billionaire. Life must be pretty sweet.” 

“Sometimes. I donate money to places like this and it make me happy to know you’re all benefitting from it. The downside is you don’t know who to trust and people act differently around you.” 

You looked at the ground and twirled your thumbs. “I mean, people think you’re so fragile because the media makes you out to be someone hard to impress. While true, I’m not a monster or someone who only thinks of themselves. People seem to be walking on eggshells around me and are trying to keep quiet. It’s tough.” 

The group of teens gave you sad eyes and one of the boys gave you his condolences. The rest of the meeting seemed to progress onto the teenagers and for once, they all felt like they were being heard. 

The rest of the day was spent shopping, pampering yourself, and wondering museums, parks, and anywhere your legs could carry you. The day was about rediscovering yourself after having been around people who didn’t seem to know who you were. 

You didn’t come home until everyone was sound asleep. You made your way to the kitchen to fetch the cupcake you put in the fridge, grabbed a candle, and a match. 

Steve thought he heard shuffling and went to investigate, holding his shield close to his chest as he walked stealthily to the source of the noise. He was glad that it was just you and was about to turn back to his bedroom until he saw you light the candle. 

“Happy birthday to me,” you said to yourself. You blew out the candle and stared at the cupcake before sighing. “This is stupid,” you said, throwing the cupcake in the trash. “Not even in the mood tonight.” 

Steve’s heart ached. Everyone had turned you down and he realised you had asked because you wanted to celebrate your birthday. He could imagine you dressing up and having the time of your life, but instead, you were greeted by a dark room and silence. 

He heard you sniffle and saw as you wiped a tear from your cheek. He frowned and put his shield by the wall and padded his way to you. 

“Steve?” you asked as he approached. You fixed your eyes, still not used to the darkness.

“It’s me,” he said. You sniffled again and tried to wipe the tears that were falling onto your cheeks. 

“You should go back to bed -” 

But before you could utter another word, Steve wrapped his arms around you until your head was craned in his neck. He could feel your warm breaths on his skin and the wetness from your tears stain his shirt, but he didn’t care. You were in need of comfort. Your body shook and you tried to keep the tears from rolling as well as keep your body from shaking too much. Steve rubbed your back and whispered comforting things. He placed his chin on the crown of your head and listened as you whimpered. 

Steve didn’t like seeing people cry and he definitely didn’t like seeing you cry. Your whimpers became saddening to him and he didn’t want you to cry anymore. He wanted you to be happy, like the person he always thought you were. Now that he had a minute to think about it, he felt awful for assuming you were fine on your own. 

You had let go of Steve and wiped your eyes, composing yourself. “I should go,” you said, trying to walked around Steve. He just wrapped his arms around you once again and you didn’t protest, feeling too tired to move. Steve slowly swayed your bodies back and forth, lulling you to become sleepier. 

“Are you okay now?” You didn’t say anything and just nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“I’m just tired of people thinking they know me when they don’t. I don’t have very many friends because of my reputation and I just want a friend,” you pleaded, letting your body rest limp against Steve’s chest. “I want to feel like I’m wanted, not because of my status, but because of me. I’ll give away all of my money if it means I’ll be happier. I just want a friend.”

Steve pulled your body from his and glanced over your facial features, cupping your jaw with his hands and wiped your stray tears with his thumbs. 

“I’m going to be that friend, okay?” You nodded. “I’ll be there when you succeed and when you fail. I’ll be the one who remembers your birthday, the one who knows your favourite restaurants, and the one who you can complain to. I’ll be all of that.” 

He used two of his fingers to lift your chin to meet his gaze. Steve bent down to kiss the tip of your nose, afraid he might ruin things if he kissed you on the lips. You appreciated how delicate Steve was with you and wanting this moment to last forever. You removed his hands from your face so that you could interlock them together before guiding him to the couch. Steve got the hint and sat down, guiding you to his lap where you rested your head on his chest.

 “Are you feeling better now?” he asked again. 

“Much better,” you said, nuzzling yourself into his chest. “Thank you, Steve, for wanting to be my friend.” He looked at you and admired your sleepy state, wanting to hold you even tighter than he was. 

“You’re really cute when you’re tired,” he blurted out. You chuckled and sighed happily. 

“You’re always cute.” 

Steve seemed shocked at your bold statement and replied, but he noticed you were fast asleep. He grinned to himself and held you closer to him, falling asleep with the biggest smile on his face. 

“Happy birthday, doll.”

Tag List: @wildefire, @amazonprincess-diana, @whiskeyandmarvel.

Matchmaker Misha

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Y/N Collins, Briana Buckmaster

Pairing: Jensen x Reader (sorta), Misha x sister!reader, Misha x Briana (sorta)

Warnings: Cheeky Misha, flustered baby!Jensen (yep both are warnings!), mention of naked Y/N.

Word Count: 1300ish

A/N: This one fits into my College AU but like all the others it can 100% be read as a one shot.

It is also my entry for @percywinchester27 aka Ana’s PJO Quotes Challenge where my prompt was: “I tried to think of something to say. Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done.”

Thanks to sweet wonderful lovely (yep laying it on thick - second fic I made her beta in a day) @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for betaing this for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***


“Hey Ackles!” The playful voice from the bleachers drew Jensen’s attention from baseball practice towards his voice for a brief moment. Jensen smiled and shook his head in amusement when he saw Misha waving and almost dropping the pile of papers he was carrying in the process. Jensen heard the snort from one of the players and his eyes instantly landed on the guy. He had been about to yell something at Misha, no doubt to make fun of him, but one look from the captain of the team and his gaze fell to the ground.

Misha was a journalism major and quite frankly a quirky guy. That didn’t matter to Jensen though. He didn’t care that Misha wasn’t like everyone else. Actually he enjoyed that about him. Misha was funny, kind hearted and a goof. The two of them had quickly formed an unlikely friendship and there was no way in hell Jensen was going to allow his teammates to make fun of his best friend.

Just like always when Misha showed up at the stadium, Jensen finished his practice before jogging over to where his buddy was sitting with a pencil behind his ear and his nose buried in his notes, no doubt trying to make heads and tales of what he scribbled down during his last interview.

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I suppose that’s just the way I am. I only see the best in people; when the flaws in their facades arise, I’m so quick to blindly overlook it. It’s just easier that way. I idealize these so-called “friends” even though there are so many signs that point towards how terrible they’re being to me.“

"I guess there’s just some kind of sick satisfaction in the blissful ignorance. It’s so easy to fall into a pattern of believing the best and only the best in people. It’s less painful to repair the existing friendship, when in fact the only things holding it together are lies and fake smiles. But it is important to realize when it’s time to say goodbye.

look at me

ao3 | ffn

summary “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.

word count 8011

a/n because i wrote this so long ago, and never posted on tumblr. so here you go, one and half a year over due

this is part of a companion piece (both are one-shots)

enjoy some fluff

She didn’t know what to think about this friendship with Adrien.

Marinette was pretty sure it began when they were 16 and had coincidentally met at one of the cafes outside of school. She had just finished defeating an akuma and ducked into one of the alleys squished between shops to transform back. When Marinette walked out, she met head-to-toe with Adrien Agreste.

Obviously, Marinette blushed massively and managed to stammer out a “A-A-Adrien!” before he smiled and began conversing with her. Apparently he had just been at a photoshoot and was planning on going home before the akuma fight had broken out. He had hidden in the cafe for shelter. Marinette nodded, saying she did similar but didn’t elaborate. Smaller lies were simpler, after all.

Then from there on, they kept on meeting. Coincidentally.

He was planning on buying a book from the local bookstore. He was thinking of trying organic pineapples sold at a farmer’s market. He was checking out the flowers sold at the front of a magazine stand. “For a friend” he had said and she never really thought twice about why he was shopping for bouquets at a magazine stand.

She never really questioned it, because it was none of her business. To say she wasn’t curious was a lie but Marinette respected Adrien enough not to intrude on his privacy.

But it kept coming.

They started to talk to each other and hang out after akuma attacks. It didn’t happen all the time, but often enough for Marinette to wonder if it was really just coincidences.

“It’s not like he’s stalking me,” Marinette told Tikki one day, laughing. Her kwami replied with a sliver of a smile. 

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[01] Run

Originally posted by shin-heerin


Pairing: Yoongi x reader

A/N: This story is inspired by ‘I Need You’ and ‘Run’ This story will contain fluff, smut, drinking, drugs, and angst. No, this story will not be exactly like the MV’s but I have used some scenes.

Summary: Jung Hoseok knew you like the back of his hand, and you were almost certain you knew him just the same; but when you meet his friends and watch in shock as everything you knew about Jung Hoseok was only the half of it, you realize just how wrong you were. Jung Hoseok and his friends had completely flipped your world around.  

 Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five

“I’ll meet you at the diner in twenty, I have to go pick up some things from Minho’s house.” You smiled at the thought of your wonderful boyfriends name. Hoseok chuckled on the other end of the phone causing you to break out of your drooling. “Y/N yall better not fool around like last time! I waited for forty-five minutes for you!!” He huffed.

“Calm down hobi, he has work today; and I already told you how sorry I was for that!” You laughed softly, reassuring your best friend that you would meet him in twenty.

When you arrived at Minho’s house you noticed his car was still in the driveway. Minho must have taken off work today. Sorry Hoseok, I might run a little late… wink, wink. You thought to yourself as you unlocked the door and walked inside being greeted by a lingering smell of apple cinnamon house spray.

“Minho?” No reply.

You set your keys on the table near the door and made your way to the room where you had left your charger a few nights ago, causing you to use the shitty emergency charger you had found in one of the junk drawers of your kitchen.

Your hand reached out for the door handle, quickly freezing in place before you could turn the knob. A soft grunt escaped through the door followed by a loud moan. Another moan met your ears along with a women screaming out Minho’s name, causing your heart to beat so loud you were surprised the neighbors couldn’t hear.

Without even thinking you opened the door to find Minho pounding into a girl you had never seen before. His lips were latched onto her neck the same way they were latched to yours a few nights ago, his hands tightly gripping her waist just he had done with you. His moans grew louder as she begged him to go faster causing you to finally make your presence known, without being fully aware of your actions.

“Y/N!?” Minho shouted as he pulled out of the mystery girl and quickly tugged his boxers on. Ignoring his plea’s and shouts you grabbed your charger, your extra toothbrush and the few clothes you had kept there for nights you stayed with him. For the nights you slept in that very bed he had just had sex on, that very bed where he decided to betray your trust.

“Y/N, please let me explain!” He grabbed your arm stopping you from leaving, forcing you to look up at his soft brown eyes. A river of tears fell from your eyes the minute you looked at him, remembering every memory, every kiss and intimate moment the two of you had together; when he reached out to wipe them away you pulled away in disgust.

“Don’t touch me Minho. Don’t fucking touch me.” You cried reaching for the door in a desperate attempt to leave the house now full of haunting memories.

“Y/n listen to me please. I’m so sorry..”

“Who is she?”


“I said, who the fuck is she?” You shouted, ignoring the very noticeable crack in your shaky voice. He hesitated a second before telling you all the things you knew you didn’t want to hear but felt the need to know. Most of the story went in one ear and our the other as you stood motionless staring at the man you had loved so dearly. You looked at his slightly swollen lips and down his exposed chest thinking back to the time when you thought it was only yours to touch.

“I gave you everything..’ You said barley above a whisper. “I gave you all of my love, I worked my ass off make sure I had enough money to pay my rent and still have extra on the side for us to do things. I loved you so much.” As if someone had just flipped a switch inside you, anger started to build up inside causing you grab the picture (it was a photograph of you and Minho at the carnival the fall of '15, it was the year he told you he loved you) hanging on the wall and smashing it to the ground. “Go to hell Minho.. and for your sake I hope you take your slut with you. Wouldn’t want you to be lonely”


“Maybe you should just talk to Lisa and tell her you cant work today, I’m sure she will understand y/n. I’ll take you out or we can have our infamous movie nights.” Hoseok whispered to you while played with your hair in the comfort of yalls favorite corner booth, as you cried shamelessly in his chest.

Hoseok was always the friend that would drop anything and everything he was doing to race to you the minute you needed him; yalls friendship was the kind that you knew people had to be jealous of. He held your hand in such a platonic way just because he loved having you by his side, he loved hugging you the minute he saw you, sometimes even picking you up in the process. He stroked your hair until you fell asleep on tough days, occasionally he would stay the night, and on these nights yall would face each other and talk until the wee hours of the morning. A loose strand of his black hair would sometimes fall into his face and as though it was a duty of yours, you’d softy tuck it away. You studied him like he was the greatest subject in school, and he studied you just the same; he was the greatest thing you ever had and the only thing you truly needed.  'Friends will come and go, boyfriends will come and go, but no matter what changes in your life you can always count on me to stay here right by your side. I’m your hope and you are mine.’  He once told you during one of your infamous sleepovers, Hoseok was the best friend you could ever ask for.

“I cant miss any more days Hobi, I am already two months behind on rent; but aside from that I’m glad I have you. Thank you for being the only guy to never do me wrong,” You smiled weakly at your best friend and placed a small kiss on his jawline. “I love you so much Jung Hoseok.”

“I love you so much more Y/n Y/l/n.”

We said our goodbyes and you watched him walk through the diner doors sneaking quick glances at you before he was out of sight.

You painted a fake smile for your costumers but unfortunately the slightly runny mascara and your noticeably puffy eyes gave away your act. Your current state gave you a few apologetic looks and a few eye rolls, a few costumers even gave you a bigger tip almost as though they were saying sorry for something they had no control over.

By the end of the night you had made a total of 175 in pity money, not nearly enough to make any difference in your rent situation. The drive home was silent until your mind decided to speak up. “Her name is Jisoo, we’ve been seeing each other for… for about two years now.” His words kept repeating in your head until finally the tears began to fall. “She is twenty two..” Twenty two.. her age becoming a tattoo on your brain, the entire situation rang through your ears and replayed in your head like it was some kind of movie you couldn’t seem to turn off. He likes younger girls? You thought to yourself as you quickly examined your face in the rearview mirror. Do I not look young enough? Was I not good enough? Was the sex bad? All the possibilities ringing in your ears making the tears fall even harder almost blurring your vision. 'You were always working, and anytime you would finally come to see me you just wanted to sleep.’ You clutched the stirring wheel until your knuckles turned white, you opened your mouth and let out the most blood curdling scream you could possibly make. A string of profanities left your lips as you screamed in anger allowing yourself to fall apart.

Slamming the car door behind you, you made your way up the cement staircase to your apartment door only to find your day was only getting worse.

EVICTION NOITCE: Dear current tenant, you have one week to collect your belongings and turn in your apartment key. Any further questions please contact the leasing office.

You were 2 months late on rent and it wasn’t the first time this had happened either. You worked your ass off but it wasn’t enough, you knew you living alone was going to be difficult, you had wanted to move in with Minho but he had never asked.

As if your hands had a mind of their own you dialed Hoseok’s number and waited for him to answer, it wasn’t until after the fourth ring he answered.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” His words dripped with sleep and worry.

“Um, I am getting evicted.. I have a week to move out..” The thought of asking the man who gave you everything for a place to stay made your sick to you stomach. The walls felt like they were closing in on you and a loud sob erupted from your lips without warning.

“Well dear, its time you finally came to my place and met my roommates. I’ll send you the address. I love you, see you soon.” And with that the line went dead and in a matter of minutes you received a message.

Hobi: 3523 Midrow Ave. Just let yourself in, my room is the second door on the right on the third floor. Be safe, we can go back to your place tomorrow and start packing.  

Third floor? He lives on the nice part of town in a three story house? How many roommates did he have? Why did he never tell me any of this? The subject you once studied so diligently turned out to be a lot more complicated then you anticipated. 

anonymous asked:

You jess and meg have become such a clique. It's kind of sad to see, I missed when you worked with other people. Variety ya know?

(( OOC: Sorry you feel that way dearie. It’s kind of a natural thing that happens though. 

When I first started my blog I was interacting with everyone because it was all new and no one had established relationships yet. But now I’ve created some really close friendships with people that have similar creative styles to me, and I feel the most comfortable working with them. Not to mention that they’re my close friends, and that makes it really fun for me. 

It gets a bit overwhelming constantly working with new people, especially when there are so many people in the community now. I don’t have a lot of time to work on stuff, and when I do I just naturally ask the people that I’m close to for help.  

However, there are a whole bunch of fantastic cosplayers/blogs that have developed their own content, and are working with their own groups to create awesome stuff for you to enjoy.

If you’d like variety, feel free to follow some more of these talented peeps and enjoy what they have to offer. :) )) 

Just a Pretty Face

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Steamy kissing? So much fluff you’ve been warned

Word Count: 12, 175

Summary: Reader is Peter Parker’s best friend and realizes they are hopelessly in love with him while sifting through all the milestones in the relationship.


A/N: This is my very first fic! I know it’s really long; I may or may not have gotten carried away. It’s mostly a series of memories leading to the point I guess? I read this over before posting it and cringed for my life but here goes nothing! I am a science student, not a writer so please forgive its crappiness. I hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

I learned early on in life that being a female I’d have to face many more challenges than any male whether it was in a school setting, career or even buying a god-damned car. My mother told me that even something so mundane like buying car would be another challenge to face with sexist stereotypes. When a man walks into a dealership he is asked what kind of car he is looking for; the specs and all. When a woman walks into a dealership she is asked what color she’s looking for.

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Walking In On You Changing (EXO)

“Exo reaction to walking in on them changing, if that’s allowed/not too busy 💕💕💕”

(gif creds to the original owners)

He would be super friendly and back out quickly, apologising over and over again. But, he would definitely wink or make a dumb joke when you were done changing. You’d be completely red in the face as you threw a sofa cushion at him, and he’d say he actually felt really bad after he had chuckled at the flung cushion. He’s still a gentlemen, trying his hardest to get the image out of his head.

Originally posted by irpsychotic

(from goof to rood to cute in like 3 seconds my poor heart)

Cute blushy bb will completely cover his face with a sudden shriek, which made you jump. Your face would be on fire as you quickly covered up. He quickly stumbled out of your room. After you’d done, you walk out and he would bend 90 degrees to apologise and you would mumble it’s fine. “For a 28 year old, you sure do blush a whole lot,” you’d joke and the poor boy would be even redder.

Originally posted by sesesesehun

(i was literally cackling at ‘knowing brothers’)

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Love Me

LOVE ME ( IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANNA DO ) — in which ( Y/N ) and peter have been best friends since middle school despite the fact that she’s constantly been pegged as shy and withdrawn. ever since they entered high school ( Y/N ) has had a small crush on peter, but remains convinced that he’s never seemed to notice because she’s always been lost behind her giant frames

WARNINGS — none !!


REQUEST — can you do a drabble where the reader is the nervous one and has a huge crush on peter and he sees her one day without her glasses and realizes his feelings

AUTHOR’S NOTE so i don’t wanna get ahead of myself or anything, but honestly y’all i’m super proud of myself for getting this one out in a timely manor. anyways, i hope this drabble lives up to your vision and thank you so much for requesting it ! also if anyone needs me to tag anything, let me know and i’ll be happy to add it to the warnings. !!

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Sometimes we are so immersed in the world we built up in our heads that we need someone to climb over the walls and get us out every now and then. On some days, we get so tired of the lies we are told, we just have to hear the truth for a change. We need that kind of person that tells us to get our shit together, to sleep more, to smile more, to do more of what’s good for us. Even though we fight for independence, we need someone who supports us. Who guides us home when we’ve lost our way, someone who listens and holds our hand when we need them to. If you have someone like this in your life, hold on to them. Make sure you don’t let them go and never take them for granted, not even for a second.
—  n.j.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you could do like a hc for the RFA + others asking MC out in high school? Idk why but I think it would be pretty cute :) Thanks, and I love your account!!

Omg, a high school AU ^^
In Saeyoung and Saeran’s case, just imagine they were taken from their mom and adopted by somebody else when they were young so EVERYTHING IS HAPPY.
Also, in Zen’s case, he didn’t drop out, obviously.
These turned out WAY longer than I had planned lol

-You knew Yoosung got lots of secret admirers and date offers. It made you… jealous.
-You wanted to ask Yoosung out too, but you weren’t ready. You were too nervous. What if he just denied you like he denied everyone else? Would it ruin the friendship you’ve built over so many years?
-Because of that, you decided you wouldn’t ask him out. You didn’t want to put your friendship at risk.
-Yoosung, however, was going through the same kind of doubt.
-He has had a crush on you for years but he doubted you felt the same way. Sure, girls were on their hands and knees begging for him to date them, so he shouldn’t have such low confidence, right?
-Nope. Even though people would fuss over him, he knew in his heart you didn’t love him back.
-So, sadly, it’s a while before he actually asks you out.
-He’s tired of wondering “what if” and imagining a future with you he might not even have.
-He asks you out on a normal day. You were eating lunch together in the school’s picnic area outside. There weren’t many other people, so it was perfect.
-You sat on opposite sides of the table. As you chatted over lunch, Yoosung grew nervous.
-It’s now or never.
-“So, um, _____, I have something to tell you.”
-You swallowed some food. “Okay, what’s up?”
-You were obviously a bit nervous about what he was going to say, but he was ten times more scared. His heart was hammering away as he took a deep breath.
-“I hope this doesn’t change anything, but, _____… I really like you. As in… I was wondering if you’d like to be my boy/girlfriend…?”
-You swear you almost choke on your food.
-“What? Me?”
-Yoosung nods. He looked so terrified, like he was preparing for you to laugh at his feelings and call him names. He’s scared that you’ll never want to see him again or that he creeped you out, really, his mind is playing worse case scenarios.
-“…Yeah,” you smile. “Yeah, I’d love that. I didn’t think you’d ever ask… I’ve actually… had a crush on you for a while.”
-You nervously scratch the back of your neck and mumble that last part.
-Yoosung shoots up from where he sat. “Really?! You’ll be mine?!”
-You chuckled. “Yes, Yoosung. I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.”
-He’s blushing like mad.
-He runs over to your side of the table and engulfs you in a really tight, loving hug.
-He is so relieved.
-This is the best day ever. His dreams are all coming true. He can’t stop smiling for weeks.
-At school, he doesn’t like too much PDA. Just hand holding and occasional kisses on the cheek, forehead, or temple are enough for him.
-You help him with his studies, and he helps you with yours. Both of your grades benefit.
-He loves taking you out to parks for dates. It’s his favorite. You go there very very often.
-Everybody that knew him, even just a little bit, notices that he is so much happier now that the two of you are dating.
-Cutest couple in the yearbooks will likely be the two of you, as long as the kids that had crushes on him before don’t hold a grudge.

-Zen was an obvious bad boy in high school. (ALSO A THEATER NERD). It wasn’t uncommon to hear girls whisper about him either.
-It’s surprising he wasn’t reprimanded for his gang activities. Somehow he was still here.
-You didn’t drool and lust over him like some girls did. You had more innocent intentions.
-You had dreams of going on dates and holding hands with him. Sometimes, you would imagine what it would be like to marry him.
-Your own daydreams would fluster you.
-For the longest time, you doubted he even knew you existed. But, one day, he saw you sitting alone outside the school on a bench, reading a book from the library.
-He sat next to you.
-Such a simple, two letter word, but it made you question if this was reality or a dream.
-“Hi,” you said back.
-“I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Hyun,” he held his hand out. A handshake would have normally seemed formal, but now, with him offering it, it felt gentlemanly.
-Your heart caught in your throat as you put your hand in his. Your hands fit so perfectly together like you had imagined they would.
-“I know. I’m _____.”
-“I know,” he smiled and gently shook your hand. “I’ve seen you around, but, why are you out here all alone? A lovely girl/boy such as yourself shouldn’t be left alone like that. You never know what kind of bad people might show up.”
-“…Like you?”
-His eyes widened
-“Uh, that’s not what I meant. I’m harmless, really! I just meant a creep might start talking to you.”
-You raised an eyebrow.
-“I’m not a creep though! Definitely not!” you suppressed a giggle at how flustered he was. “Ah… I’m not really helping my case, am I?”
-After his rambling of ensuring that he was not a bad person (which you never thought he was, you were just messing with him), you both talk for what feels like hours.
-After that, you guys talk more often during school. You become a bit flustered anytime he compliments you, which he does pretty often.
-You both quickly become best friends and your crush on him only grows. You had a good influence on him, too. He didn’t do nearly as much gang activities as you two became close.
-Time goes on and you’ve been best friends for three months.
-He finally gathers up courage to confess his feelings to you.
-He meets you on the same bench he introduced himself to you on after school one day.
-Nobody else was around, so it was perfect.
-You sat together and carried a normal conversation before Hyun spoke up and told you “I have a question for you, _____.”
-You grew nervous. “Okay, what is it?”
-He took a deep breath. He was surprisingly nervous because he really wants this to go well. The patient but slightly worried expression on your face made his cheeks turn warm. You looked adorable. His heart picked up speed.“Don’t think I’m weird, but… I’ve had a, uh… a crush on you since I first saw you. A-and it’s only gotten bigger since we became friends. So, _____… will you be my boy/girlfriend?”
-You were frozen and staring at him with wide eyes. “Really?”
-Hyun nodded. “Yes, but you don’t have to say yes. I understand if you don’t-”
-“I do.”
-“I’d love to be your boy/girlfriend, Hyun.”
-His heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t believe his ears. “Seriously?”
-You laugh. “Yes, you dork.”
-He smiles the biggest smile you’ve ever seen and gives you a giant hug. “You’ve made me the happiest guy ever, _____. Thank you so much.”
-You were both hugging, smiling, blushing messes, but you were also the happiest people on earth.
-After that, at school, lots of PDA.
-Kisses, hand holding, hugging, cute nicknames, longing stares, all of it.
-You’ve caught the attention of many less than satisfied staff members that always yell at you.
-Hyun’s gotten written up so many times for kissing you during school.
-The girls are jealous of you, which makes him very protective over you. He would hate if you compared yourself to them.
-He quits his gang and lives a much quieter life. Like I said, you have a good impact on him. His grades improve with your help and you cheer him on at every theater performance. You bring him flowers every time and he keeps them until they are practically disintegrated.
-You bring him lunch everyday, or you pay to buy him lunch, because he never eats lunch.
-He takes you on so many dates. Any location you can think of around town, he’s taken you there.
-It’s likely you’d be voted for cutest couple when year books are released if it wasn’t for the jealous girls.

-She was such a quiet kid, but she wasn’t necessarily shy.
-She quietly completed all of her assignments on time and didn’t let conversing with her classmates distract her. She was a very hard working kid. Everyone knew she was, too. Sometimes they’d take advantage of that when they had to work in groups. They’d make Jaehee do all of the work. It, frankly, pissed you off.
-Out of class, however, you and her talked for hours.
-You had both been best friends since the beginning of your freshman year when you asked her for directions. It turned out you had some classes together, so you hung out often, including at lunch.
-You both had the same group of friends and they all knew that you both had crushes on each other.
-They would constantly tell the both of you to make the first move, but you both denied every time.
-“You should totally ask out Jaehee.”
-“But what if she doesn’t like me?”
-*everyone collectively face palms*
-With a lot of convincing, they finally get Jaehee to confess to you.
-She’s never been more nervous in her life. As your friends suggested, she was going to meet you before school in the back of the library and confess to you. It’s the most secluded place in the school, so you were guaranteed privacy.
-So, you met her there first thing in the morning.
-You could tell she was on edge when she stumbled over her words while trying to say “good morning”.
-“Jaehee, are you alright? Is something bothering you?”
-“No, everything is okay,” she smiled. “I’m alright. I just… wanted to talk to you about something.”
-Anxiety bubbled up in your chest. “Okay, sure, what’s on your mind?”
-She guided you to sit down on one of the chairs and then took the seat next to you.
-“Listen, _____… this is really hard to say. I, um… I’ve…”
-She has rehearsed over and over again in the mirror last night, why is she struggling to get the words out now?
-“_____… I…”
-You put your hand on hers and gently said “Jaehee, whatever it is, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want-”
-“I really like you, _____!” she blurted out.
-She immediately turned red and stared at your hand on hers. The sudden contact and the way that you spoke to her… it kind of forced the words out of her.
-“You do?”
-She nodded. It’s too late to turn back now. Her heart was going faster than ever as she waited for you to respond.
-“That’s a relief.”
-She looked up at you. “Huh?”
-“I’ve always wanted to be your boy/girlfriend.”
-She took a minute to process what you had confessed. Then a huge smile spread across her face. “So, you’ll be my boy/girlfriend?!”
-“Yes, of course,” you giggle at her.
-She hugs you tightly. “I’m so happy I could cry.”
-“Let’s meet up after school and go out, okay?”
-Her heart sped up even more. Not only did you just accept to being her lover, but you just asked her out on a date. You.
-Her poor heart can’t take it.
-She agrees. You both have an amazing first date that you will remember quite literally forever.
-At school, she is scared to hold your hand or show any PDA because she’s afraid of being judged.
-Eventually, she can’t stand not being able to hold hands in the hallways or sneak kisses when the teachers aren’t looking, so she gives in and does it anyway (with your consent).
-The other kids, thankfully, don’t pay any attention to you both as you happily walk hand in hand to class together.
-The only kids that do pay attention to you are your group of friends that aggressively ship you two.
-As you’re walking, you’ll sometimes hear “AW YOU GUYS ARE GOALS” or “(SHIPNAME) IS CANON" from across the hallway.
-Or whenever they see you and Jaehee even near each other, they awe and do heart hands to you two.
-You get peace when you’re away from them, though. That’s Jaehee’s favorite; getting to be alone with you.
-Also, study buddies!!!
-You guys do homework together everyday.

-Relationships were never something Jumin thought about in high school.
-Well… at least we wasn’t supposed to…
-He ever thought of relationships as anything necessary. They seemed pointless and he had no interest in them.
-But, when he looked at you, he understood the fuss about being in a romantic relationship.
-You seemed to have some affect on him that nobody else did.
-You gave him feelings he never knew were possible. He was very confused.
-You and Jumin had been friends for years and over that time, he developed feelings for you.
-Jihyun was actually the one who asked Jumin about you. He saw how Jumin acted around you and asked him about it. In response, Jumin asked him about what his strange emotions are. He had a feeling they were romantic, but he had no previous experiences to confirm or deny it.
-Jihyun, thankfully, cleared things up.
-In high school, he only ever hung out with Jihyun and you. You got along with the both of them perfectly.
-Jumin was often cold, even as a teen. But, when he was with you, he was warm. He showed a weakness and vulnerability to you he didn’t show anyone else. You were one of the only people he would share his worries and personal issues with without hesitation.
-There was something about you that drove him insane. He wanted to be able to call you his. He was a bit perplexed by those kinds of thoughts, but he had them so often, he got used to it.
-He eventually accepted that he can’t be satisfied with only being in a platonic relationship with you.
-With Jihyun’s encouragement, Jumin decided to confess to you.
-It was unlike him to give in to such personal emotions, but he couldn’t stand not being able to tell you he loved you, or kiss you, or hold your hand, or protect you, or hold you in his arms…
-Yeah, he was a hopelessly in love mess because of you.
-But he had a ginormous crush on you.
-He told you to meet him at a park near your school after school one day. You assumed he just wanted to hang out, which also meant you assumed Jihyun would be there too.
-When you got there, you were surprised that it was only Jumin.
-“Hey, Jumin,” you greeted him. “Is Jihyun coming?”
-“No, actually. I wanted to talk to you.”
-You became visibly worried and took a seat next to him on the bench he was resting on. “Okay, what about?”
-Honestly, you had also fallen desperately for the cold, unpopular Jumin Han. Everyone saw him as an unlovable robot, but you could see who he truly is. You can see his threads.
-That was another thing he loved about you; you could see the real him that nobody else saw.
-“I just have something I wanted to get off my chest.”
-You nodded cautiously for him to continue.
-“______, I’m not sure how to say this, so I’ll just say it…”
-You nodded again. Your eyes were wide and the nervous expression on your face made Jumin even more flustered.
-“_____… I love you.”
-He watched as your eyes almost popped out of your head.
-“I want you to be my boy/girlfriend.”
-It was like him to be so straightforward, but he actually had a crush on you too?
-“Are you serious?”
-“Why would I lie to you?”
-You smiled and hugged him. “I would love to be your boy/girlfriend, Jumin. I… I love you too. I have for as long as I can remember.”
-Your words and actions made him stiffen. Though he was calm and collected on the outside since you arrived at the park, he’s been a nervous wreck on the inside, and the fact that you actually accepted his feelings and reciprocated them makes the world stop spinning.
-“Why would I lie to you?” you mimicked him.
-He chuckled. Jumin Han chuckled.
-He hugged you back. “Thank you…” he said in a whisper.
-From then on, at school, kids were surprised to hear that Jumin of all people got a boy/girlfriend.
-The most emotionless kid in school has a date? How?
-He holds your hand a lot, which is how kids figured out you two were dating in the first place.
-If anyone ever picks on him about it, you stand up for him, of course.
-He sends you good morning and good night texts every day, even if he sees you at school too.
-He’s also a fan of long phone calls with you if you’re up for it.
-He keeps your relationship secret from his father for a while, but he eventually finds out.
-He doesn’t approve of it because Jumin is supposed to have an arranged wedding when he’s older.
-However, Jumin will not let you go even if it costs him everything he has.
-His father can’t change that he is going to spend the rest of his life with you.
-Rebellious teen Jumin, yes?

-Being best friends with this kid never had a dull moment.
-He had a sense of adventure you’d never seen before. You’d often get random texts from him to come meet him at various places without any context other than “I have an idea.”
-It’s wild.
-He was also the most understanding when you would vent your problems to him, no matter what they were.
-He would always defend you if you ever got picked on and vise versa.
-So, obviously, you developed a crush on him quickly.
-Saeyoung, too, has an undying love for you, but has always been too doubtful of himself to confess to you.
-He truly wants to be able to take you on dates and do typical teenage couple things with you.
-He never thought it would be possible for someone as amazing as you to see him as anything more than a friend, so he took a romantic relationship out of the question.
-a little birdie told him that you have a crush on him too.
-(the little birdie was Saeran lol)
-So, with the spark of hope the only thing on his mind, he sucks it up and decided to finally make a move.
-He told you to meet him in the school’s courtyard during the lunch break because he wanted to talk to you.
-Anxiety ate you up the entire day. What could he want to talk about? Did you do something bad? Did something bad happen to him? Is something wrong in his family life? Does he want you to leave him alone?
-Luckily, when you meet him, he’s smiling at you.
-“Hey, glad you made it.”
-“Yeah,” you replied, obviously nervous. “What did you want to talk about?”
-“Oh, I just wanted to test a theory.”
-You assumed it was another ‘I have an idea’ type of thing again so you calmed down.
-“Oh? What’s your ‘theory’?”
-Saeyoung holds your hand and doesn’t say anything.
-You can feel your face growing warm. “What are you doing?”
-“Hm… judging by your embarrassment and red face, my theory is more than likely correct…”
-“What are you talking about?”
-“_____, do you have a crush on me~?”
-“What?!” you practically screamed. “I do not!”
-He put his hand over his heart and you could see tears in his eyes. “I’m… I’m hurt… how could you say that, _____?”
-You panicked. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I do! I really do like you, Saeyoung!”
-Now it’s his turn to turn red. He smirked. “So I was right!”
-“Yeah…” you avoided his eyes.
-He smiled gently at you and held your shoulders. When you met his eyes, he continued.
-“_____, will you be my boy/girlfriend?”
-“Will you?”
-“You mean, you like me too..?”
-“Well duh. Why else would I ask you out?”
-You were overjoyed. You gave him a huge smile and tackled him in a hug. “Of course I’ll be your boy/girlfriend!”
-At school, Saeyoung likes to give you kisses on the cheek. He also refuses to walk through the hallway without holding your hand, unless, of course, it makes you uncomfortable.
-He still invites you out places saying he has an idea, but they usually turn into dates, and are surprisingly romantic, at least to you.
-One time you made a date out of visiting a gas station at one in the morning to buy snacks, then sitting in the parking lot of a closed shop nearby, chatting, cuddling, and eating snacks.
-Honestly, the most fun you’ve ever had.
-He gives you corny, punny pick up lines often.
-“Did you get those jeans on sale?”
-“Uh, no.”
-“That’s too bad. They’re a hundred percent off at my place.”
-(my best friend used that on me once and it’s been an inside joke ever since, I’m sorry)
-Probably the goofiest couple on the whole school.

V: (this one is a bit cheesy whoops)
-Of course you had a crush on Jihyun. He was only the nicest, most generous boy in your entire school, or maybe even your entire town.
-Oblivious to you, he also has a hopeless crush on you.
-The only person that knows is Jumin. Jumin helped him rationalize his thoughts because he was so hopelessly in love with you he wanted to drop everything and ask you out.
-He sees no point in waiting to ask you out. If you don’t like him back, he’ll understand and back off. It’s better he get this out of the way. Nothing’s going to change if you’re both just waiting for the other to confess, so it’s better he just do it and get it over with.
-That being said… he’s really nervous.
-He wants to be with you forever so he’s scared you’ll reject him and he’ll never see you again.
-But, its better to take the chance than to never bring it up and let somebody else take you from him.
-He arranges for you to meet him first thing after school in the front of the school.
-When you go there, you assume he just wanted to hang out, but he’s holding flowers.
-You walk over to him. “Jihyun, why do you have flowers?”
-“Oh, they’re for you.”
-Your eyes widen slightly and he hands them to you. “Why..?”
-“Because… I wanted to ask if you’d be my date to the dance coming up…”
-You had completely forgotten about the school dance. I guess you forgot about it because you didn’t plan on anyone, especially Jihyun, asking you to it.
-“Oh…” you mutter while you stare at the flowers.
-“You don’t have to. Don’t feel pressured. I’ve had really special feelings for you for a while now and it would be an honor to take you to the dance.”
-“Jihyun…” you can’t think straight. You’re too busy trying to convince yourself you’re not dreaming. “This is so sudden…”
-“You don’t-”
-“I would love to go with you.”
-He gasps and smiles. “Woah, really?”
-“Yeah, I’ve… liked you for a really long time too. I just never imagined you would feel the same.”
-The night of the dance was something that will stay with you forever. You wore matching formal attire and spent the whole night with each other, laughing and chatting the night away.
-Afterward, he took you out to get ice cream.
-“So, Jihyun,” you said, “does this mean we’re officially boyfriend and boy/girlfriend?”
-He laughed and nodded. “Yes, dummy.”
-At school, Jihyun loves holding your hand. Once he was even caught holding your hand during class and got yelled at. The whole time you tried so hard not to laugh.
-He takes so many photos of you.
-You like to make dates out of driving around looking for places to take amazing photos together.
-Did I mention he gets you into photography too? (Unless you’re already into that like me lol)
-Your photos together might even end up in the school year book if you’re lucky.
-Photography dates always end with going out to eat, or sometimes just driving through a fast food joint and sipping on slurpies while watching the sun set.
-He makes it a necessity to tell you he loves you everyday. Also, he loves kissing your forehead or the tip of your nose.
-It’s common for him to kiss both of your cheeks before finally pecking your lips, then pulling back and giving you a loving smile.
-He feels so lucky to have you.
-His parents aren’t very in the picture of Jihyun’s life, so you don’t have to worry about that.
-His sister loves you though.

-He didn’t talk much at school. A lot of the kids didn’t even know what he sounded like.
-But, you were his best friend, so whenever he was with you, he talked endlessly.
-You both had a habit of rambling to each other. It happened so often that you were both positive you knew every single detail about each other.
-And Saeran was in love with every detail about you.
-You even helped him through when his anxiety or depression became too much for him to handle on his own.
-He’s never thought much about relationships but hormones do strange things.
-Whenever he’s with you, he gets such a warm feeling in his chest.
-He denies it and distances himself from you when he gets shy and flustered because he’s a tsundere.
-You notice he gets uncomfortable around you and you think he doesn’t like you, which hurts a lot because you’ve developed feelings for the sweet guy.
-You back off and don’t initiate hugs or give him lots of compliments like before.
-Saeran is actually really sad about it.
-Do you not like him anymore?
-His brother notices him looking glum one day and asks him about it.
-He sighs. “_____ hates me.”
-“What makes you say that?”
-“She doesn’t act as affectionate as she used to.”
-“Well, didn’t you use to get angry when she did before…?”
-“Yeah, but…” he stops. “Wait, is that why? Does she think I don’t like her?
-“I think she does. She asked me about you the other day. She wanted to know if everything was okay because she said you’ve been acting strange.”
-Saeran face palms so hard at himself.
-“God, I’m an IDIOT!”
-So he texts you and asks you to meet him outside near his house. (You live close).
-To his surprise, you actually show up.
-He stands from the sidewalk he had previous been resting on while he waited from you and stands in front of you.
-“_____, I wanted to apologize.”
-“Hm?” you tilted your head slightly. “What for?”
-“I hurt your feelings, didn’t I? I know I used to yell at you to get off of me when you hugged me or I would tell you to shut up when you said something nice to me, but I didn’t mean anything by it. I really like you a lot and when you were nice to me, it made me nervous and it confused me.”
-“…You like me?”
-Saeran froze. “Did I say that..?”
-“Yeah, you did.”
-“U-uh…” his face flushed with embarrassment. There was an awkward silence before Saeran spoke up again. Now is as good a time as any, isn’t it? He can’t really turn back now…
-“_____, will you date me?”
-Shocked, your eyes flew open. “What?”
-He didn’t repeat himself. He was surprised he managed to say it the first time.
-“You really mean that?”
-Saeran shot his eyes up from the ground and stared at you in disbelief. “Wha- seriously?! You… you like me too..?”
-“Uh, yeah. I’ve liked you for a long time now. Thanks for noticing.”
-Saeran smiled and laughed before hugging you tightly.
-Your cheeks heated up because his smile and his laugh are the cutest things in the universe.
-He starts rambling about where you should go on your first date, when and where your next dates should be, etc. relationship things etc.
-You’ve never seen him this happy. Not even Saeyoung has seen him this happy.
-During school, even though he’s not a fan of PDA, he plays with your hair a lot.
-Teachers get onto him about keeping his hands to himself. He stops messing with your hair just long enough for the teacher to leave, then continues what he was doing.
-After school, he always walks you home and gives you a goodbye kiss on your forehead.
-Also, everyday he tells you he loves you.
-Even if it can only be over text message or phone call, not a day goes by that he doesn’t remind you you’re the most important thing in his life.

don’t you forget about me

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader
Rating: M
Warnings: Spoilers for 12x11, mild smut, language. Not really angst, but Feelings. Unprotected sex – don’t do this in real life, friends.
Summary: Post-“Regarding Dean”. You try to forget the way Dean looked at you when he didn’t know who you were – because he would never look at you like that with all his wits about him. Would he?
Author’s Note: Let’s just say for the purposes of this fic that a little bit of what happened to Dean when he lost his memory comes back to him with a little help from Sam. It’s kinda AU from the episode, but the majority of the details are the same.

Logically, you know there was a time when Dean Winchester didn’t know you. He didn’t know your name, he didn’t know that you were a hunter, and if he walked past you on the street he never would’ve taken a second glance. 

You know that, but it still hurts when he falls under a witch’s spell and looks at you like he’s never seen you before in his life. 

You’ve been hunting off and on again with the Winchesters for the last three years or so, and Sam calls you when he’s at his wits end. 

“Who are you?” Dean asks when you show up at his and Sam’s motel room. He looks almost in awe of you, and you shift nervously on your feet. “Who is she?” He asks Sam, and Sam shoots you a sympathetic smile over Dean’s shoulder. 

“I’m a friend. Here to help.” You say, and then you get to work, ignoring the way you can feel Dean’s eyes on you as you and Sam try to figure out how to break the spell. 

Dean without his memories is both heartbreaking, and kind of refreshing. He’s totally unburdened by the things he’s seen and the things he’s done. He’s quicker to smile, to laugh. It sucks though, because there’s nothing there that says your shared history has anything to do with it.

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Work Your Body, Let’s Dance

Wanna One’s Kang Daniel X Reader [ fem ver ]

TW: mentions of alcohol, has some sexual references, all in all pretty mature content but not really since I’m small

it’s in between fluff and angst idk :(

Word count: 3747

• frat boy, college! au Daniel
• the most elite fraternity on campus, the 101 is hosting a huge party in celebration of summer
• it’s a long night, this part is exclusive, invite-only

hey, anon, hope you don’t mind I added frat boy au bc that was the first thing that popped into my head when I read your request. 😬 i’m not the best at this kind of scenarios ( apparently i’m known as the fluff, innocence, and young love writer ) but i will try, thank you, anon. S/O to my gem @woojiniee for the help 💝

- admin L
PS: very unrealistic considering the fact i have never partied and contains no dancing contrary to the title…..


Your own apartment complex was dull and quiet, many students had already packed up and left to go home for Summer break but just a few blocks down, the 101 fraternity house was teeming with life. And that was where you and your friends were heading next. It was going to be THE party of the Summer before the holidays had even begun. You knew it. The 101 never held back on parties. So, even though parties were not your preferred scene, you rarely missed out on a 101 party.

Being invited to a 101 party was almost like being invited to a state dinner. They were just that recognised and distinct. Despite their popularity, not much was known about them. They were lowkey yet highkey. Some basic information was that there were eleven main members who lived in the house but they had almost a hundred seniors who graduated before them or juniors they were ‘training’ to maintain the prestige of the 101. It was definitely intriguing. 

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