instead of remembering when it was on my dash the day after

exchanges (m)

Summary: In which Jeon Jungkook is that friendly neighborhood superhero, you’re the face in the hallway that saved his high school career, and he can’t ever seem to get a grip around you. Even when he makes you scream after a fated accident—not for the reason you may be thinking; get the thought out of your head! 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader 
Genre: Fluff/Smut; Spiderman AU 
Word Count: 14,838
Author’s Note: Honestly though, it was only a matter of time before I got around to writing a story like this. I am obsessed with Spiderman, so this might just be the foundational guideline for many future Jungkook Spiderman AU drabbles to come in the future. 

The story was also heavily inspired by this photo that made me cry for seven days and seven nights. +photo credit !!!!!!!

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(the present)

If Jeon Jungkook is against anything in his life, it’s one’s ability to exaggerate certain situations or problems to make those things seem much bigger than they probably were. Well, actually, take that back. It’s not that he’s against it per say, it’s just that his peer’s daily struggles of pop quizzes and missing the morning bus aren’t exactly headliner news—especially in comparison to what he has to go through.

Jeon Jungkook is against exaggeration, probably because he can’t get away with it himself. It’s not that he doesn’t like to exchange his fair share of embellished stories or fabricated events weaved into true experiences, it’s that he can’t afford to do so. Sharing stories of his nightly routines and dashing superhero adventures may seem great, but only if he could manage the burden of a personal life and a masked life intertwining.

As an 18-year-old boy, he can probably say it’s safe to assume that he cannot. Manage the overwhelming, opposite pressure both of his lives take him, that is. It’s difficult enough being a college freshman, a tiny fish in an ocean of whales and sharks, but throw in his late night Spiderman facade would be too much of a tale to share with other people and peers who probably ask too many questions and know too much about him. He’s never liked the exposure that comes with being in the spotlight, and he can’t hide behind his mask if people knew who he was.

Oh. Right. Speaking of his Spiderman facade, that’s who is he. Haven’t heard of him? You know, the dashing hero of Seoul, red and blue spandex attire with a web shooter, fine tuned senses and amazingly quick reflexes? The boy who swings around the city, volunteering for trouble and always coming out right on top? The boy who constantly maintains that casual, slightly amused tone throughout a majority of his rescues?

Yeah, well, that’s Jungkook.

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How to Successfully Adopt a Lifestyle Change

Not a diet. Diet implies temporary, and what we need to do is form a set of new, sustainable habits for the rest of our life.

A lot of you probably have a daydream of taking a black, billowy trash bag and planning a SWAT-style assault on your fridge and cupboards and then setting fire to the dumpster you hurl it into. Naturally, you’ll dash over to the grocery store and purchase a ton of strange-looking foods you don’t regularly eat, or never eat! Then you’ll slap on a pair of shiny new shoes and go run a 5K. This works for–some people. Honestly, few people.

The reality for many people; however, is they get off their foray after a few weeks. Why is that?

Think about it. How long did it take you to really get into the groove of your current habits? Months? Years? If you’re trying to simultaneously kiss soda and chip’s ass good-bye, change every bite of food you eat, and start a fitness routine. Guess what? Stress, stress, stress! Your stomach was used to those portion sizes (whether too large or too small) and some of your favorite snacks, your brain is literally addicted to it. A lot of people will reach nuclear meltdown levels trying to transition to a healthy lifestyle this way.

Just like it took you time to form your current habits, it’s going to take some time to form your new habits. I truly do empathize with the feelings of wanting everything to be different right now, but realistically we can only handle a certain amount of stressors and change at one time.

Start With Nutrition Habits: While I really would recommend finding a few cheeky ways to get more active, you’ve probably heard some variant of “can’t outrun your fork,” or “it’s 80% nutrition.” Well, it really is true. Being more active is absolutely crucial to improving overall health in the “endgame,”  but we’re still playing the “tutorial” and the dietary aspects of our lifestyle change are the bulk of the impact. It goes beyond that, though. I’ve written more about it here, but being a beginner can be genuinely hard at times!  It takes a lot of time and effort to get oneself to a point where they can physically and mentally handle what entails “regular, moderate exercise.” One part of making that transition easier will be better nutrition and hydration.

Start With an Easy Target: I always tell people if they drink a lot of soda, juice, or sweetened tea/coffee to start here. Sugar provides us pretty much no nutrition and removing the pulp from fruit makes juice not that great for us, either. Drinking more water is not negotiable and replacing these beverages with water will do a surprising amount of good for how you feel–all by itself. I recognize how hard this one can be to kick, but sweetened beverages really do load many people’s lifestyles with a lot of bad juju.

If you don’t have a beverage problem, maybe you do have a condiment/dressing problem and can reduce the quantities and find alternatives. Maybe you party-hardy a little too much and need to cut down on alcohol. While I said “easy target,” no one said it would be that easy, but you probably have an idea where most of these so called “empty” nutrients are coming from.

Transition Bad Habits a Few at a Time: The opening of this probably already made it clear, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. You probably have an idea of what some of your most problematic habits are, so choose one; maybe two, and see how you adjust over a week or two before considering the next step.

Small Swaps: Start switching out various items in your pantries, fridges, and lunchboxes with simple alternatives. Change white breads, rices, and pastas to brown. Take the bag of chips from your lunch and turn it into a few servings of seasonal fruit and vegetables. Pick out a leaner cut of meat and use a little less dairy, if you eat them. Little changes can have massive results.

Learn Moderation: Remember that whole sustainable part at the very beginning? Our lifestyles do need to reflect our real lives. Well, my real life has a love of chocolates, pastries, and candies. So, it’s not realistic for me to say “no chocolate, pastries, or candies.” Food molarity can be a pretty toxic outlook on eating and life in general. Instead of labeling foods as “bad,” just learn and respect the limits. There are times where you have to say, “enough, is enough,” but living in a constant state of “no” is not realistic or mentally healthy for most people. It’s OK to love indulgent food. Think about how long your life is going to be. So, now think about how dinky an occasional treat will be in retrospect.

Depending on Your Struggles, Consider Therapy: As we know, many aspects of unhealthy eating habits are actually unhealthy mental habits. Depending on the severity and exact nature of those problems, never be embarrassed to seek professional help. I struggled with stress eating and even binge eating for most of my adolescence, and finally getting help for my anxiety disorder played a pretty crucial role in improving both my physical and mental health. If it’s not a possibility at this time, consider journaling.

Walk Before Your Run: Literally and figuratively. I’m going to recommend this previous post I recently wrote again, but when you’ve gotten a few habits cracked and feel like you’re ready to start amping up your activity, start with low impact and low equipment exercises. If it has been years, or if you’ve never exercised, it takes some easing into it. I recommend walking to all beginners because we already know how to do it, have what we need to do it, and probably won’t hurt ourselves.

So, there you have it. Tackle small challenges and get your body acclimated to them before you consider some of the overarching and holistic goals you have for your lifestyle. That said, we’re all different. If you still want to try and do that 180-flip, I can’t stop you and some people are successful that way. No two people or personality types have the exact same problems or strategy for overcoming them. However, if you’ve gotten frustrated and thrown in the towel a time or two, consider the scope of change and how to realistically implement it over a period of time.  We didn’t form our old habits overnight.

Cherry Red (Jasper Hale)

Pairing: Jasper Hale/Shy!Reader
Words: 1260
Warning(s): None
A/N: Im sorry i didn’t pay attention to your request, I know you asked for an imagine but i didn’t see that part and started writing out a one-shot,,, I also went waaay off of the request i a m soooo sorry
Request:  Could you do an imagine where the reader is the very shy human mate of Jasper Hale? Please and thank you. :)


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Something They Don’t Know

Prompt: In which Daveed Diggs is asked how he comes up with his lyrics during an interview. Told in his POV.

Warning: Smut.

A/N: Day 5 of the write-a-thon. Of course I would post this early when all I’ve been complaining about is not having enough time to write. Oh well. Also, I’m sure Nadeska Alexis is a cool girl, I just needed her to behave this certain way to get the story going. Enjoy!


Daveed slips his phone into his pocket and stood to give Nadeska Alexis a handshake once she enters the dressing room, Lin’s advice on how to handle the tricky reporter reverberating in his mind. Having done the Complex interview with Chance previously, he warned him about her ruthlessness and her inclination to pry for scandalous information she could share with her readers. Lin told Daveed to be polite, courteous, and above all, smile through the “little white lies” he would have to tell.

“Mr. Diggs, it’s unfortunate that the rest of the crew couldn’t make it,” she says, turning on her recorder and sliding it on the table that separated them, “but I’m glad you were able to come in despite the late notice.”

Daveed lets out a nervous chuckle when she ignores his gesture, his hand still awkwardly hovering between the two of them, and opts to bring out her notebook and pen from her purse instead. He was never the best with interviews, especially when he was by himself, dressed in clothes he couldn’t afford and sitting in a room that was too sophisticated for his tastes. He wished William and Jonathan were here – they understood his ineptness when it came to talking to new people and would definitely take over the interview. But since they couldn’t, he had to man up and promote the new album releasing in a week.

Nadeska sits, and Daveed follows suit, watching as she flips to a page full of questions that she’s prepared. Luckily, the first few questions were predictable –  how he adjusted to life after Hamilton, his role in Blackish, the release of the album, and the upcoming tour -  all he could answer easily and truthfully. But when she suddenly leans forward, a gleam in her eyes that screamed trouble, Daveed knew it was time to make use of Lin’s advice: smile through the little white lies. 

“So, clipping doesn’t exactly have the most innocent songs,” Nadeska hums, choosing her words carefully, “and some of them require a repeat listen. Your lyrics are curt but very complex, Mr. Diggs.  Mind if I throw a few lines at you to elaborate on? And if you could perhaps share what, or who,inspired you to write them?”

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anonymous asked:

Do you know what all of the victims did on their last day alive?

I know some of their last moments. It seems a lot of parents spoke about their final moments with their children in interviews. (Some of the ones I listed are just last remembered activities, not what they did the day before sorry.)

  • Rachel Scott 
    • Rachel’s last morning by now is very well known. Rachel and her brother had gotten into an argument because they were running late to school. He had rudely slammed the door in her face and unknowingly that was his last interaction with her. 
  • Daniel Rohrbough 
    • I don’t know Daniel’s last day, but one thing that comes to mind was he held the door open for the people behind him as he fled the school.
  • Dave Sanders
    • Dave Sanders moments are also very well known. His last moments are what made him known as a hero. Instead of protecting himself and hiding, he alerted the students in the cafeteria confirming active shooters in the school. It’s safe to say he saved many peoples lives that day.
  • Kyle Velasquez 
    • Kyle was driven to school everyday by his mother.  Kyle’s last words to her were simply “Goodbye. I love you, mom.”
  • Matthew Kechter 
    • “When I heard he was one of the ones from the library, it only made sense. He was always in the library studying. He always put academics first. He had straight A’s but he would never brag about it. I kinda looked up to him because of it. He was never in a bad mood, he was consistenly happy.” - Greg Barnes 
    • Matt was sitting with Isaiah and Craig Scott that day in the library.
  • Isaiah Shoels
    • It was a typical morning for Isaiah too. He had run out of the house and left his bed unmade. 
  • Lauren Townsend
    • The night before, her mother and her father had attended a Rockies game and got home around 9:30. When they got back, Lauren was slightly upset at them for coming back so late even though she knew they would be gone. She was disappointed because she wanted to snuggle and the game interrupted their ‘snuggle time.’ Her mother sat down with her for a few minutes, but Lauren had some work left to do and went off to bed. She said goodnight and told her mom they’d snuggle tomorrow. Her mom promised to put in extra time to snuggle. She never came home.
  • John Tomlin
    • In John’s final moments, it was an everyday routine. He left his bible open on the dash of his beloved truck and was studying at the library on the day of the massacre like everyday.
  • Daniel Mauser
    • Daniel too was in the library, a daily occurrence. But as he was approached by Eric, he pushed a chair out as a way to stand up to him. He was shot right after.
  • Corey DePooter 
    • Corey and his mother had always danced together in the kitchen growing up. His mom remembers him and his brother always being good dancers. The night before his death, him and his mom just so happened to share a last dance out of the blue. It definitely wasn’t an every night occurrence, so looking back it was really special for her.
  • Cassie Bernall
    • I’ll let her mom do the talking ;)
    • “April 20, 1999, started like any other school day in our house. At five forty-five Brad, my husband, left for work, and a little later I got up to wake the kids. Getting teenagers out of bed is always a small battle, but that Tuesday was especially difficult. Cassie had stayed up late the night before catching up on homework, and her books were all over the kitchen table. Her cat’s litter box needed attention, too, and we were running late with breakfast. I remember trying not to lecture her about all the things that needed doing before she left for school….
    • About seven-twenty Chris kissed me goodbye, or at least gave me his cheek, which is what it’s gone to lately (he’s fifteen) and clattered down the stairs and out of the house. Cassie stopped at the door to put on her shoes – her beloved black velvet Doc Martens, which she wore rain or shine, even with dresses – grabbed her backpack, and headed after her brother. As she left I leaned over the banister to say goodbye, like I always do: “Bye, Cass. I love you.” “Love you too, Mom,” she mumbled back. Then she was gone, through the back yard, over the fence, and across the soccer  field to the high school, which is only a hundred yards away. I dressed, made myself a cup of coffee, locked up, and drove off to work.” 

anonymous asked:

Tell us about Sleipnir (is that how it's spelled?) the eight legged horse.

OH MAN THIS ONE

One of the most (in)famous of Loki’s shenanigans.

So. Shortly after the construction of Asgard, the gods were going about their business when a stranger arrived at their gates. He offered his services to construct a wall for them around Asgard, one that would never fall. He swore that he would do this in a mere three seasons, which seemed impossible, and as payment for his services he wanted the hand of Freyja, the beautiful, in marriage, as well as the sun and the moon.

The gods went into a huddle at this to discuss things.

“Fuck this guy.” Announced Freyja. “In the metaphorical sense, not the literal. I’m not marrying him.”

“Anyway, yeah, this is a scam.” Odin said. “I know a scam when I see a scam, and this is definitely a scam, and you know what we do to people who try to scam us.”

“COUNTER SCAM!”

“What the fuck you two, Loki, shut the hell up, that isn’t what he…”

“Exactly, thank you Loki. We counter scam them. Here’s the plan.”

*Some time later*

“Fine. Fine. I’m in. But know that if he pulls it off, I will kill both of you. Slowly. And use your skulls as food dishes for my cats. And also kill him on the wedding night.”

“Noted, Freyja.”

So the gods returned to the craftsman and agreed, with a condition; he would only have one season to complete the work, and it must be done without any aid save that of his horse.

“Deal.” He agreed immediately. “But you’ve all gotta swear a binding oath that you will keep your word.”

The myth does not specify that he was, specifically, eyeballing Loki and Odin at that part, so I am forced to assume that he was.

The gods all do. The craftsman gets straight to work, and the wall begins going up at an impressive pace. As Freyja’s scowl deepened, it was noticed that the man’s mighty stallion, Svadilfari, was doing most of the work, hauling stones larger than any normal horse could shift and never seeming to tire.

“It’s fine!!!” A sweating Loki assures a glowering Freyja. “Just fine! The horse will tire, he won’t finish it!”

But winter wears on, the wall grows, and it’s soon clear that the horse will not tire, and the man will indeed complete his work. Freyja has taken to making throat-cutting gestures at both Odin and Loki whenever she sees them.

Three days from the end of winter, and only the final layer of stones for the gates need to be laid. I picture here Odin and Loki watching the mason pack up his tools and horse for the evening and ride off, secure in the knowledge that he will soon wed Freyja and take the sun and moon.

“He could do it.” Loki squints up at the wall.

“Yep.” Says Odin, sipping mead.

“He’s a frost giant, isn’t he?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Got this won, he has.” Loki nods, sipping his own mead.

“Oh, yes.”

“Freyja cornered me today and threatened to feed my balls to her cats.”

“She’s going to use my remaining eye as a necklace too, apparently.”

“She’d make it painful, too.”

“Yep.” Odin refills both their ale horns with mead. “Because, of course, there is no one in Asgard who would, in this situation…how did you put it the other day?”

“Cheat like a motherfucker.”

“Yes, that’s it. No one at all.”

“I’ve got a plan.”

A grin from the Old Bastard, a sort of half smirking wolfish grin. “I knew you would.”

They then clink mean horns and cackle like hyenas for a full minute and a half.

The next day, the mason arrives for his work and begins cutting more stones as his stallion grazes. As he works, a pretty young mare prances out of the woods, tossing her mane and tail and giving Svadilfari come-hither glances.

Svadilfari sniffs, decides in .000000003 seconds that a young mare in season is infinitely more interesting than hauling rocks, and takes off after her. The mare dashes ahead of him, staying juuuuuuust out of reach as the giant swore and cursed back by the sledge.

The mare, of course, is Loki. He leads Svadilfari a merry chase, but is still Loki, and allows herself to be caught eventually. Loki and Svadilfari proceed to have a grand few days in a nice clearing in the woods, far from Asgard and Svadilfari’s master.

Meanwhile, the three days come and go. The giant tries his hardest, but cannot finish the wall without Svadilfari. At last the sun sets on the end of the season, and the wall remains unfinished. He has not completed his task, and Freyja and the sun and moon are lost to him.

“YOU CHEATED!!!” He presumably yelled, swelling to giant size and revealing himself as a frost giant at last.

“I didn’t do a single thing,” Says the Allfather, which to be fair is technically true. "Go from this place. You have lost.“

The enraged giant did not. Therefore, he was paid, instead of his wages, a blow of Thor’s hammer to the head, which shattered his skull and killed him on the spot.

Loki did not return for many months, though there were sightings in the forest of a pretty mare with an eight legged foal on occasion. Finally, Loki reappeared at the gates of Asgard with a weanling foal in tow. The foal had eight legs, and followed Loki as a young horse will its mother. The gods all, presumably, gave each other Significant Looks at this.

Loki took the foal before Odin, who also presumably raised an eyebrow.

“You know, you didn’t have to do it that way, but good job.”

“Hey I didn’t question the whole tie yourself to a tree thing, you don’t question my methods. Also, this is Sleipnir. Sleipnir, this is Uncle Odin. You stick with him and be a good boy, okay? Remember, mommy loves you and will come to visit but you’re a big boy now and I need to get back to my other interests.”

And that is how Odin obtained Sleipnir, the eight legged steed that carries him through the realms.

Suck it, ya filthy, fake Redcoat!

LTL, FTP and all that Jazz. Compared to some of the stories here mine is fairly tame, but considering my age at the time, the effort I had put into the whole affair and the resulting payoff, I would consider this pro enough to fit in here.

I’ve lived in Germany almost my entire life, yet through a twist of fate, I grew up learning the English language as a native speaker, since my father emigrated to Germany from the USA. As such, I’ve always had an American accent when speaking English and I’ve never met anyone who thought they felt the need to complain about it. Every time a teacher asked why I spoke English so well I replied that I am a US National by birth because my Father is from the US. All my teachers seemed quite impressed, except this one Hag, half a lifetime ago… If there ever was an award for creepy Anglophilia, she’d be neck deep in honors and certificates. Instead of encouraging me to speak more so that the other students could learn proper pronunciation from an actual native speaker, like many other English teachers at my school back then did, this woman thought it necessary to berate me for “speaking in such a horrible and filthy manner” and “cure [me] of that insufferable atrocity of an accent.” Mind you, these were actual quotes from this woman. My dad was no help at all. He was fairly ignorant about me being bullied by one of my own teachers, and even went so far as to yell at me to “suck it up and respect my elders”. So, yeah, I stuck it up. It didn’t help that I also wrote in American English (you know, color instead of color, tire instead of tyre, cookie instead of biscuit, that sort of thing) and the Hag had the audacity to write these “mistakes” up as double errors, meaning I got twice points deducted for spelling errors that weren’t even actual errors! I was so fed up with this woman and it wasn’t even two months into the school year.

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@notquitecontrolledchaos

As soon as Arthur stepped into his chambers after his training, he said, “You’re dismissed Merlin, you can have the night off.”

“Seriously?” Merlin didn’t sound at all convinced.

“Yes. You may go.”

“You sure? Because you’ve been in a bad mood all day and I feel like you’re joking.”

“Yes, go spend time with Guinevere or something.” Arthur said between gritted teeth.

He was trying to be nice. Apparently it hadn’t been working because Merlin was right, he had been in a foul mood all day. He had heard Guinevere whispering to Morgana about Merlin, and something about a kiss, and for some reason it left Arthur discontent. Maybe a bit more than discontent. After all, Arthur had risked life and limb for a stupid flower, been thrown in the dungeon, and practically disinherited all to save Merlin’s life. All he had gotten was a ‘thank you’ from a blanket-wrapped-Merlin who looked like a drowned kitten, and apparently Merlin had kissed Guinevere for some reason. Not that Guinevere wasn’t adorable and deserved affection, but he had hoped Merlin’s personal affection would go to him instead.

“You are serious.” Merlin smiled, looking far too delighted about having a night away from Arthur.

“Yes, go before I change my mind.”

Merlin perked up. Grinning like an idiot, he dashed out of the room like it was on fire.

Arthur sighed. He wished that Merlin would think of spending time with him, without thinking about work. But he knew that he couldn’t become friends with his servants. After all, it was the lesson his father had tried to give him only the week before. Perhaps he should have listened.

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park jihoon|enemies to lovers

Originally posted by spooky-jihoon

member: park jihoon
genre: fluffy w a bit of angst 
summary: school au! enemies to lovers au! you got publicly turned down and humiliated by jihoon in middle school but what happens when you see him again in high school especially with him giving a sincere apology and doing stuff like giving you 50 roses to get you to forgive him and maybe even fall for him. will you?
requested: yes
enemies to lovers series: bae jinyoung | ong seongwoo | park jihoon | kim jaehwan


  • it was your first day at high school and it was going pretty smoothly
  • but you couldn’t fight down the little bit of nagging at the back of your mind 
  • “what if he was here”
  • you were hoping and praying he wasn’t
  • but your prayers were bloody useless
  • because as you walked into maths class
  • there he was with all his new friends
  • looking even more handsome then when you last saw him
  • park jihoon
  • and before you knew it your mind flashbacked all the way too middle school
  • in the middle school you didn’t look so good
  • you hadn’t gone through the good part of puberty, your braces looked bad, and the glasses you wore didn’t suit your face
  • you wore baggy comfy clothing and you constantly broke out
  • the only thing you did was study super hard and stay in the library all recess and lunch
  • nobody wanted to be friends with you
  • you didn’t let it get to you much you just wanted someone to be there for you 
  • you know?
  • so when you got assigned to tutor the most good looking guy in school park jihoon in maths
  • you were excited but also terrified 
  • at first it was a bit awkward
  • but after a while you learnt jihoon was more than just a pretty face
  • he was sweet and caring and worked hard
  • he treated you the same even though you weren’t in the same “league” as him
  • after a few months of tutoring
  • spending time together laughing joking
  • basically becoming best friends 
  • you realised you liked him a lot
  • jihoon would remember every small thing about you
  • “hey i got you your favorite drink” he would say smiling sweetly handing it to you in the morning
  • you’d blush back and reply with a thanks
  • jihoon would compliment you
  • when you wore something nice he’d be like
  • “wow you look really nice today” with a bit of an awe struck expression
  • making you feel all giddy and thanking him with a hug
  • and every time he would smile at you your heart fluttered
  • he’d give you cheeky winks during class making you smirk or laugh 
  • and after months of after school tutoring at your favourite cafe
  • with heart warming smiles and funny faces in class
  • texting every single night about the deepest subjects or the most random things
  • you thought that jihoon liked you too
  • so your idiotic self decided to ask him out when he was sitting with all of his friends during lunch
  • “uhhh hey jihoon could i talk to you” you shyly asked blushing
  • “um sure” he replied glancing at his friends
  • but his friends were complete dicks and teased you
  • “oh come on just tell him right here”
  • “yeah don’t be a pussy”
  • “spit it out”
  • with all the pressure you took a deep breath and quickly said
  • “jihoon i like you so will you go out with me?”
  • your heart was hammering and you were fidgeting and you could not look at him in the eye
  • you were super hopeful but all that died as quickly as you asked him
  • before he could even answer all his friends burst out laughing
  • “you and jihoon??!! are you crazy??”
  • “you might be his tutor but you’re definitely not girlfriend material”
  • “look at you! you’re disgusting”
  • “you have pimples everywhere, you’re fat, your braces and glasses don’t suit you at all”
  • “right jihoon right??!!”
  • the whole school was looking at the scene 
  • and you were about to burst into tears damn you tried to not let what they said get to you but hearing that it hurt a lot
  • a small bit of you thought jihoon might defend you right?
  • but no he made it so much more worse
  • “yeah the guys are right, you can leave now” he said coldly
  • but jihoon internally was screaming to himself to bash his friends up for saying that shit 
  • and to say yes to you but he couldn’t
  • his stupid self cared more about what his friends thought and his reputation than you 
  • and when he met your eyes which was filled with unshed tears
  • he wanted to kill him self for hurting you this much
  • he knew you he fell for you a long time ago
  • yeah your appearance might not be perfect but you were the sweetest girl he’s ever met
  • and you cared about him for his personality not his appearance or popularity
  • you guys could have actual conversations and joke around the whole time you were together
  • you made him laugh and have a good time
  • one smile from you could make his whole day 
  • but he cared about his stupid reputation more
  • and when he looked at you in the eye he knew he completely lost you
  • your heart shattered as he told you to leave
  • you thought you meant something to him and you were so wrong 
  • you ran out of there crying not caring about missing the rest of school
  • you ran all the way home and broke down into tears as you got to your bedroom
  • but that was years ago after that incident you moved schools
  • and you never heard the name or saw park jihoon again
  • until that day
  • with his gorgeous brown eyes and pink lips and his neat but slightly messy hair
  • his smile fuck you’re sure heart fluttered a bit
  • BUT HELL NO after what he did
  • you could never like him again you hate him right?
  • with your head held high you walked straight past him
  • he didn’t recognize you
  • if he did you’d be surprised
  • you glowed up A LOT
  • your acne cleared, you wore contacts, braces off, you didn’t wear baggy clothes, you looked like a different person
  • but as the teacher called your name out on the roll he frantically searched around the room
  • his eyes landed on you
  • and shit the tension
  • jihoon knew it was you, you might be stunningly gorgeous now
  • but those eyes
  • the eyes which made him fall so deeply for you
  • the ones which made him leave his shitty friends after you left and actually grow up
  • he knew you must hate him but old habits die hard
  • and he gave you his signature wink and a cheeky smile like he always did when maths class started in middle school
  • your stomach did backflips
  • and you remembered when he used to do that back in middle school
  • you couldn’t help but smile a little 
  • he saw the small smile and he couldn’t help but grin like a lunatic 
  • he might have a chance with you after all 
  • when the bell rung you tried to dash out of there as fast as possible
  • but jihoon was already standing in the doorway waiting for probably you 
  • and your mind was saying SHIT SHIT SHIT ABORT ABORT NOW!!
  • you were literally contemplating jumping out the window
  • but you couldn’t really do that as much as you tempted to
  • so you took a deep breath and tried to walk as gracefully out of the classroom as possible
  • that failed 
  • you ended up tripping on one of the desks
  • and guess what you ended up falling straight into who’s arms
  • jihoon’s arms
  • he caught you easily and you automatically gripped his toned arms making you blush
  • he couldn’t help but smirk at your clumsiness 
  • “hey i got you princess” he said soothingly
  • you got chills as you heard his deeper more attractive voice 
  • and your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the old nickname 
  • he always called you princess and every time he did you couldn’t help but feel a little better
  • but damn he got taller and even more good looking if that was even possible
  • “thanks” you mumbled and tried to run away like literally you started sprinting
  • but jihoon was faster and he grabbed your wrist and pleaded
  • “please y/n just listen to me”
  • you knew you couldn’t say no to those gorgeous chocolate eyes and that voice 
  • “fine you have 5 minutes” you said coldly
  • jihoon was slightly taken aback by your cold tone but said as sincerely as possible
  • “i’m so so sorry for that incident in middle school i was a complete jerk who cared more about his friends then the girl he was completely and madly in love with. gosh i should of defended you, and said yes, not cared about my stupid social life. the moment you left i knew how much i fucked up and i left my friends and actually grew up. i know you must still hate me but i just wanted you to know that.”
  • you were completely shocked was an understatement
  • your head was spinning at THE GIRL HE WAS COMPLETELY AND MADLY IN LOVE WITH BIT??!!!
  • like is he lying is he being truthful??
  • and the fact how fast your heart was beating was PISSING YOU OFF 
  • you were supposed to hate this this….completely utterly sweet gorgeous guy in front you HES SUPPOSED TO BE A JERK 
  • not a bloody sweetheart
  • but you couldn’t let your heart give in that easily, and before you could stop yourself
  • you said to him half sweetly half bitchily conflicted much  “you said you changed huh? prove it. you have once chance park jihoon.”
  • jihoon was actually so happy that you’re giving him a chance and already thinking about the flowers you liked and which food you liked to eat
  • “i’ll prove you wrong” he said with a sweet smile
  • and in your head you did secretly hope he did
  • but instead you raised an eyebrow and turned around and walked as fast as you could out of that corridor controlling the urge to sprint the fuck out of there
  • and when jihoon said he’d prove you oh boy he did
  • even though he was a pretty shy and private person
  • with the help of woojin, jinyoung, daehwi and guanlin his best friends they made sure everyday was a new opportunity for a hella overtop and dramatic gesture
  • like jihoon was like “i should get her a single rose right?”
  • “JIHOON NO you’re getting her at least 12″ woojin would say rolling his eyes
  • “12′s too little like maybe 20??” jinyoung would suggest
  • “nah 20′s a weird number of roses, 24 is better” guanlin would say
  • “NUH NUH PEOPLE you need to get her 50 ROSES jihoon you were a complete and utter asshole and that. is. final.” daehwi said sassily ending the conversation
  • making jihoon groan and whine 
  • mentally calculating how much money he’ll have to spend in the next few weeks if this keeps up 
  • so the next day
  • you found 50 roses on your desk during maths 
  • you rolled your eyes at the overtop and huge bouquet but could help but think the roses looked gorgeous
  • you knew it was jihoon who sent them
  • so you shouted across the classroom to the boys “NOT GOOD ENOUGH”
  • which all led them to groan and you just smirked
  • but damn ALL THE GIRLS were fangirling 
  • the next few days you made sure to bring an extra bag
  • one day it was a huge teddy bear
  • another was your favourite cake
  • then was like 7 boxes of pizza 
  • and it kept on going for like 2 whole entire weeks
  • you couldn’t help it but your heart soften at how hard jihoon was trying to prove he changed
  • he would still bring you your favourite drink every morning with a sweet “good morning! hope you slept well!” even though you didn’t say a word to him and mostly glared 
  • he would keep making silly faces in class like he used to 
  • and for the first few weeks you actually didn’t react 
  • but after a while you couldn’t help but giggle
  • and damn his face lit up as you did and he had the most heart melting smile on
  • all the guys were teasing about how whipped he was
  • he never denied it though
  • the teacher assigned you to tutor a maths student since miraculously you’re actually good at the subject tf no not me
  • you secretly hoped it was jihoon but at the same time you DID NOT want it to be him
  • so when your teacher told you it was jihoon you weren’t surprised she said your tutoring sessions started this afternoon in the library 
  • but when you got to the library you were surprised to only see kang daniel there who was not in your class but still a pretty good friend
  • “uhh hey daniel?? i’m not supposed to tutor you right?” you ask a bit confused
  • “wait what tutoring?? nope it’s not me but keep me company while i wait for seongwoo” he said casually
  • “okay sure” you said while taking a seat across from him
  • “so what’s happening between you and jihoon?” he asked smirking
  • “uh nothing??” you say trying to act dumb
  • “nothing sureee the whole school’s seen you carrying his gifts” he said disbelievingly
  • “plus the SEXUAL CHEMISTRY DAMN and also how much you stare at each other” he added
  • “WE DO NOT!!” you exclaim protesting
  • “uh huh sure you don’t” seongwoo said sarcastically slipping in the seat next to daniel 
  • “ayyyeee bro you’re here” daniel said putting an arm around seongwoo
  • “how are you not together yet???” you question trying to change the subject
  • “uh cause we both have girlfriends” seongwoo said 
  • “mhmm sure you guys do probably covers for your secret relationship” you say
  • “you might have a point there” daniel says cheekily while giving you a wink
  • “we gotta go have fun with mr pretty boy” seongwoo says smirking giving a nod at jihoon who gives a nod back
  • IM SORRY BUT WHAT IS THE NOD GREETING W BOYS LIKE I NEED AN EXPLANATION??
  • you spin around to spot jihoon who’s dashing into library all sweaty and puffed
  • he pants out “i-i’m s-sorry i’m l-late i thought we started n-next week”
  • you can’t help but laugh at him and say “wow you really need to work out”
  • “hey! i have abs!” he protests and he couldn’t help but smile at the fact he made you laugh even though he had to run from the other end of school for it
  • he’d probably run a marathon for you 
  • you bursted out laughing and poked his stomach
  • “UH HUH SUREEEEEEEE YOU HAVE ABS” you said still laughing
  • “I WILL!!” he exclaims
  • because of your loud laughing and his exclaims
  • you guys get kicked out by the librarian and you both laughed the whole entire way out
  • “well where do we go now?” you ask
  • “our old cafe is still open what about there??”
  • you remember it as clear as day and gosh you missed those afternoons with jihoon there
  • “sure i’d like that” you said sweetly 
  • you slowly realised as you kept joking around and talking with jihoon as you got to the cafe
  • he really did change and damn those butterflies were coming back again
  • and to be honest you really did not want to stop it
  • as you go to the cafe 
  • jihoon told you to get a seat and he’d pay and order
  • and hey free drinks you ain’t gonna complain
  • he came back with his drink and your favourite drink from the cafe
  • you couldn’t help but melt into a puddle of goo and you said in awe
  • “you remembered??”
  • “of course i did” he said sincerely
  • and you knew right there and then 
  • you were going to fall for jihoon again
  • let’s hope this time you didn’t get heartbroken
  • in the next 3 months you and jihoon became super close
  • every week you’d go to the cafe and he’d buy the drinks and you guys would joke around and talk but also do maths work
  • you guys would text every night
  • the winks and funny faces in class became a regular
  • and he’d still get you a crazy over the top gift every 2 weeks making you laugh and smile
  • with your heart beating like crazy 
  • you were falling for him HARD so much more than you did before
  • which is why you were so much more scared of getting hurt
  • jihoon always knew he was never over you and he was right
  • and if it was even possible he was even more in love with you then you were with him
  • you also weirdly became best friends with seongwoo and daniel
  • they would always tease you two A LOT 
  • along with daehwi, woojin, jinyoung and guanlin
  • but they also secretly threatened jihoon about you 
  • “jihoon i like you i really do but if you make her cry i will personally make sure you’ll never be able to reproduce ever again” seongwoo said nicely threatening him
  • “seongwoo’s being too nice i’ll make sure you don’t live to like another girl okay??” daniel says with a bit more edge
  • “you promise not to hurt her right??” seongwoo asked
  • jihoon was so taken aback but also quickly reassured them
  • “of course of course i’m completely in love with y/n i promise i won’t hurt her ever again especially like the way i did before” 
  • “okay good if you make her happy we’ll be the nicest people you’ll ever know” daniel says with a relieved smile
  • even daehwi, woojin, jinyoung and guanlin who you also became really close with were like
  • “dude if you hurt her like you’re my friend but i will beat you up” woojin said
  • “count me in” jinyoung added
  • “like i really do love you jihoon but y/n damn don’t know how she even gave you a chance but if you mess it up i won’t hesitate to mess you up” guanlin casually said
  • “just don’t hurt her and you won’t have to deal with the consequences” daehwi finished with a warning tone 
  • jihoon was like slightly scared of like his friends turning on him but he quickly reassured them that he would never want to hurt you 
  • gosh i want these guys in my life sooo bad 
  • jihoon finally decided after one study date session to ask you out
  • he decided to do it infront of everyone like you did years ago
  • he hated being this public but he felt this is the only way his guilt will finally go away 
  • he knew there as possibility you wanted revenge and would reject him in front of EVERYONE but he didn’t care
  • he deserved it for hurting you 
  • he deserved so much more than that for hurting you 
  • so the next day he got a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers 
  • and as everyone settled down in the cafeteria
  • he came up to you everyone quieted down hoping he was asking you out
  • since the whole school has been waiting for it to happen 
  • jihoon came up to you shaking at how nervous he was with the flowers in one hand
  • and your eyes widened as he kept on approaching 
  • your heart started beating super duper fast
  • and your stomach was doing backflips 
  • jihoon came up to you with that adorable smile of him and nervously said “uhh y/n so years ago you were in this position and i was complete utter immature idiot and rejected you so here i am in the same vulnerable position hoping for the complete opposite of what happened before”
  • your eyes widened at every word and you knew what he was about to ask and you knew your answer
  • jihoon took a deep breath before asking 
  • “y/n, i have loved you for years and i love you more and more every day so will you go out with me?”
  • you were shocked but you were so so happy 
  • but a mischievous grin settled on your face
  • hey he rejected you in front of your school years ago sooo he should have a little taste of his own medicine
  • “no” you shortly reply and his face fell and he looked so sad that you couldn’t help but 
  • burst out into a huge grin and said “nah i’m just kidding i’d love to jihoon”
  • “wait really??!!” jihoon exclaimed as a grin broke out on his face
  • “yeah i really do” you say giggling as you felt the happiest you ever felt
  • you wrapped your arms around him and he instantly hugged you tightly back
  • you felt so loved in his arms and the fact you knew he loved you back made his hugs a 100 times better 
  • you look at each other and you heart kept beating faster and faster
  • and then he leaned in slowly and as your lips met
  • there were fireworks everywhere in both of your minds
  • you part after a little while from the sweet kiss 
  • everyone was cheering and wolf whistling 
  • with a “WOW JIHOON IS ACTUALLY NOT GAY” from daehwi 
  • “i wish he was” guanlin said jokingly not
  • but neither of you payed attention to them
  • his face is in the most love struck smile you’ve ever seen
  • he gave you THAT smile where he ends up getting a bit embarrassed and looks down but still can’t help the huge smile on his face 
  • and gosh your heart died
  • he whispered to you with you guys still hugging each other 
  • and you knew that you finally got your happy ending when he said 
  • “i love you MY princess”

IM SORRY FOR NOT ADDING ALL THE WANNA ONE MEMBERS UGH it bothers me when i add most of them but not all bUT WHatEVer anywaysssss 3rd instalment of enemies to lovers series!!! yayyyyy i originally had the plot soooo different like a fashionista thing but i changed it which is why it took me so long to post whoopssss BUT HOPE YALL LIKE IT 

also special thanks to everyone in everyong who gave me motivation to actually start and finish this fic and to joy hope anon who i love heaps and my first regular anon hope you like it!!!

Shadow [Tom Holland]

A/N I’m really happy with this imagine!! This idea came to me in school when I was daydreaming and I couldn’t stop thinking about it :D Hope you like it!!

Summary: Reader is married to Tom Holland, but she doesn’t feel like she is.

Word Count: 2, 585

Pairings: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: none? a lil angst

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She sat on the corner of the bed, clutching onto the phone for her dear life. Shaky breaths pierced the silence of the room. She prayed hard. Please. A call. A text. Anything. Her heart ached for some form of contact. She needed to know that he was fine. She needed to know that she was not forgotten. She didn’t realise the tears until the tickle on her cheeks seemed to bother her. Deep breaths. You can do this. For Rosie.

The door creaked open. The squeaking reverberating through the now silent room. She shot up, hoping that he would be at the doorway. Instead, she sees her six year old daughter poke her head through the doorway.

“Mummy…” The little girl looks at her mother. Worry was evident in her eyes. “Are you alright?” She ambled towards the adult. Her mothers lips curled up into a smiled as she wiped the tears away. She had to stay strong for her daughter.

“Mummy is fine. Don’t worry Rosie. It’s just a little itchy.” She rubbed her eyes. By then her daughter had found her way onto her lap. With her tiny hands placed firmly onto her mother’s shoulders, she gently blew air into her mothers eyes. After much inspection, she shrugged and pushed the adult backwards.

They giggled when they fell back onto the bed. Her fingers danced on little body, earning giggles and squeals from her daughter. They swung pillows about, danced to music and sang their hearts out. The laughter of the mother and daughter filled the house, something that hasn’t happened in months.

After a good thirty minutes, they were exhausted. Rosie laid down on the bed and huddled among the pillows and blankets. Rosie was ready to sleep. She tucked her daughter in, placed a kiss on her forehead, and watched.

She scrambled to her feet when your phone buzzed. Maybe it was a text from him. She turned the screen on. It was a text from her mother, asking how they were coping. She let out a soft sigh, hoping that Rosie wouldn’t hear the disappointment.

“Do you miss him?” A soft voice spoke. The phone was placed down onto the bedside table. She hopped into bed and made herself comfortable.

“Mummy misses him so much Rosie…” Don’t cry. Don’t feel. Don’t. She inhaled deeply. She wanted to ask if she missed him, but he was rarely home for her to even know much about him. He was overseas for the first three years. He was busy with projects and films. He never had time to come home, and when he did, it was for a maximum of five days. He didn’t get to spend much time with Rosie. She thought that he was a friend of her mother. Rosie didn’t remember much about him, so much so that when he turned up for Christmas three years ago, she asked “Who are you?”. It disheartened him, so he made effort to calling home whenever he could. But after a year, work start to pile up, and she knew that she couldn’t blame him for not having enough time for her and Rosie.

“But it’s okay darling…” She flashed a smiled at her daughter. She wanted this to end. She wanted to forget. She wanted to put this behind her and move on.

“What do you think of moving?”


He groaned when no one answered the door. He rang it for the umpteenth time, hoping that someone would answer. He frowned. She was home most of the time, so he’d expect her to answer the door. He fished for his keys in his bag, and found them after what seemed eternity. He fiddled with the keys. He attempted to push one key into the keyhole, but it didn’t fit. He had forgotten which key was the one for the door, which key was the one for the shed, or the one that was for the mailbox.

He opened the door, expecting to hear the pitter pattering of feet, but instead, he finds himself standing in dead silence. He scans the house. It’s devoid of any signs of life. No more flowers that she loved, no toys strewn on the floor, no blankets piling up on the couch. It seemed as if no one was living in the house anymore.

He furrowed his brows. Where was she? Where was Rosie? He shut the door behind him, and walked around the living room unhurriedly. His hands ran on the couch, recalling every bit of memory he had of this place. There were few, but they came flooding back into his head. He could almost hear her laughter, her cries, her giggling, and their child.

His eyes stopped at the coffee table. A ring, a bracelet and an envelope sat neatly on the table. He quirked a brow. He picked up the ring, the diamond glistened in the now setting sun. It was the same as his wedding ring. The bracelet. The one he gave to his daughter on her fifth birthday. Or the one he sent. He ripped the envelop open to see a letter written in pencil. It was from Rosie.

Hello Daddy. We’re leaving today. Mummy says that she wants to move out. She says that she wants to leave everything behind. I don’t know why. Sometimes, I hear mummy crying at night. I think it’s because she misses you. She is in a lot of pain, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to leave this house, but I want mummy to be happy. So that’s why I’m going with her. I’m going to miss this house, and I think I’ll miss you. I hope that I can see you soon.

Love,
Rosie

He was shocked. He never thought that she’d be in so much pain to leave. He always saw her as a strong and independent woman. He didn’t understand why she decided to leave. How could she miss me that much that she’s willing to leave?

He thought about the last time he came back. It was nine months ago. He thought about the last time he called home. It had been seven months. He thought about the last time he celebrated her birthday with her. It was four years ago. Reality slapped him hard on the cheek. He realised that he had been such a terrible father and husband.

He picked up his phone and dialed the once familiar number. All that was heard was ringing. He dashed out of the house. He had to find her. He called his mother, his brothers, her mother and even her friends. No one knew that she moved. No one knew where she went. He sighed and thought hard of who she’d tell. Harrison. He dialed Harrison. He was right. Harrison knew where you moved to.

He made his way to her house.


He stopped in his tracks in front of the door. He didn’t know what he was going to do. Embrace her with his warm arms? Dot her face with kisses? Pick her up and twirl her around? His was snapped out of his trance when the door opened. He didn’t recall knocking.

“Come on Rosie! Let’s g-” she stopped when she saw him. She didn’t think that he would find out where she was. She thought that he was going to be out of town for another month. She thought that she would never see him again.

She stared into his eyes, she bit her lip. Emotions stared to flood in as if the floodgates had opened. Her hand flew to her mouth, holding in the sobs that threatened to slip out of her mouth. She attempted to close the door, but he stuck his foot out, preventing it from closing.

“Y/N.” Was all he said.

She flashed a small smile before she tried to shut the door again.

“Why’d you move?” He pushed the door open, allowing him to step into the house. She called out for her daughter again, ignoring the questions that came from him.

“Just answer me. Why did you leave?” He raised his voice a little. He was mad. He wanted an answer. He wanted to know why she had left the house they once shared.

“Do you really not know why?” She asked coldly. He looked at her expectantly, awaiting the truth.

“Do you not realise what has happened? Do you not understand the situation? I don’t feel like I am your wife. I don’t feel like you want me. I don’t feel loved by you anymore. Every day, I wait. I wait for a call or a text. I wait for you to show up at the door. Every day, my hope diminishes. Every day, I tell myself that you’re just too busy for your wife and daughter. I find out what you’re doing or where you are through the media. I read articles. I see Instagram posts. I see tweets. It is as if I’m not your wife Tom. It is as if I’m living hidden in the shadows. It is as if I’m just another fan. I don’t want to live as if I am not married to you. I don’t want to live in that house, holding onto the love that may not even exist anymore.” Her voice went weak. She was now crying. Hot tears flowing out like a running tap. She was letting go of all the pent up emotions from the past year. They were finally out.

“I don’t even know if you love me anymore. Every night I lay awake for hours wondering what you’re doing, who you’re with, and maybe even which woman you might have beside you. It pains me to think that way, but it’s all I can do. I can’t be hopeful that you remember me or you love me because I never hear from you. No calls or texts. What used to be surprises became skype calls. Skype calls became phone calls. Phone calls became texts. And it’s reduced to nothing. I haven’t heard anything from you for the past seven months Tom. Don’t you know how hard it is?” She let out a shaky breath.

“I want to call you everyday but every time I pick up the phone, I remember how you haven’t called in ages. I remember how I haven’t seen you in months. I remember the rumours I hear of you dating other people. It makes me think twice. It makes me think that you’ve moved on, and maybe forgot the woman you married.” Her voice was laced with bitterness and sadness. She was broken. She lacked so much love and care that she had fallen into pieces.

Tom stood in front of her, shocked at what he had heard. He never realised his actions would have had such a great impact on her. He thought that by working and earning money, he would supply you with everything you needed. He never realised that what you needed was him. Only now, after hearing her heart, he realises. He realised how their love was built on more than just the cash and gifts.

She turned away from him. She couldn’t bear to reveal any more of her brokenness. She wiped her tears, even though they seemed like a never ending stream. She felt something wrap around her legs. Her daughter embraced her legs into a hug. She laughed a little.

“Mummy is fine… don’t worry dear.” She said, squatting down so that she was at her daughter’s eye level. Her little hands caressed the crying woman’s cheeks, whispering ‘it’s okay’ over and over into her ear, and rubbed her back.

“Rosie…” He said. He watched in amazement as his daughter cared for her. He watched how she whispered ear, how she wiped away the tears, how she reassuring she was towards her mother. All theses things, he did for Y/N before. But now, he finds his daughter doing what he should be doing for his wife.

He bents down and takes his wife’s hand. She mutters something to her daughter before turning to him, standing up again. The little girl ran into another room, maybe to to give them some space.

“I am so sorry.” He starts. “There is no excuse for what I’ve done. I’ve been a terrible husband. A terrible father. And I know that I should’ve done so much more. I should’ve called. I should’ve made more time for you. I am so sorry. Forgive me love. Forgive me. Give me another chance. I love you. I love you so so much, and I will be here for you from now on. Please Y/N.” He slips the ring into her hand. “Please love. Let me show you how much I love you again.”

She looked at the ring in her palm. She admired the details on the ring. She saw the diamond. It was worth thousands, but their love was worth so much more. So much more than this little ring. She used her finger to outline the ring, touching the cold hard metal. She sighed. How could she let go of the love he gave her? But how could she forgive him for abandoning her? She looked up at him. His brown eyes pleaded with her. They begged for forgiveness. They begged for another chance to prove how much he can love. He took her other hand, his warmth now seemed familiar. She looked at the ring, then at their interlocked hands.

“I… can’t.”

His eyes showed it all. It showed the pain he felt. He could feel what you felt.

“I can’t let go of the love you gave me. I can’t let go of the only man I’ve ever loved. I can’t let go of you Tom. I love you too much that it hurts sometimes. I love you so so much.” She smiled at him. He could see the sparkle in her eyes, the ones he fell in love with every time he looked at her.

He was overjoyed. Excitement coursed through his veins. He picked her up, causing a squeal to escape her lips. She pressed her lips on his, savouring the sweet taste of them. He smiled into the kiss and silently thanking God for blessing him with another chance.

A giggled from behind them made them pull apart. There stood their daughter by the stairway, her smile is as a thankful hymn. She was ecstatic. Her mother was finally happy again. She was no longer in pain because of her dad. And she was elated to have her father back, to finally be with him after so long.

“Let’s go for dinner.” Tom gestured towards the door. He knew that they were heading out for dinner when he arrived. Rosie ran up to him, embracing him with her short arms. He picked his daughter up, and peppered kisses on her face. She giggled.

Y/N had opened the door and was ready to leave. She took his hand and smiled. The warmth she felt in her heart now was indescribable. She felt as if her heart was going to burst.

As she walked on the sidewalk, she thought about her situation. It was dumb for her to run away. It was dumb for her to not try even harder. But it was all alright. It always turns out alright in the end.

“Darling?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”


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Warning: infidelity, internalized homophobia, unhappy marriage

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Bitty slammed the door shut and threw himself into Jack’s arms. Jack, in turn, pushed him against the door and kissed him roughly, bodies melding together and moving in tandem. They don’t bother removing any clothes, despite the desperate way they’re grasping at each other, only focusing on kissing and kissing and kissing.

“No marks,” Bitty reminded Jack. “And we only have three minutes before you have to go and pick Sophie up.”

“Come with me,” Jack said, in between kisses. “We’re taking my van anyway, there’s more room in the back and I can take you to your meeting after picking her up.”

“Jack-” Bitty let out an embarrassing whine when Jack bit his ears softly. “Okay, okay. Okay,” he pushed him away. “We gotta go now.”

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The Arrangement

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Summary: in an AU where the Winchester family owns a multi-million dollar company, Dean’s in a bit of a pinch. Grandpa Samuel is threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t straighten out and stop getting into trouble. Instead of taking some responsibility, Dean comes up with an ingenious plan: find someone to pretend to be his girlfriend. You and Dean have never gotten along, but a fake relationship seems to be beneficial to you both…

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,700

Warnings: language, general rudeness (from Dean), mild angst?

A/N: so this is my new idea for a series! It’s all my brain will do right now. It’s a little rough right now, but I’m hoping you guys like it. Also the title is terrible but it’s all I could come up with.

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Bts reacting to cheating on their girlfriend.

Namjoon:

“I-i,” The man who always knew what to say was at a lost of words. “BABY I’M SO FUCKING SORRY! I-i’m such an idiot.”

He can barely make his words sound coherent with the way he was mumbling them… “If you leave me, I can understand.” 

He tears at seeing you leaving but doesn’t run after you, instead he’s beating himself up mentally wondering why he did such a thing to the one he loved the most in the world.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jin:

He saw the distraught, anger look you had in your eyes and just bursted out into tears, “I fucked up y/n, I can admit that. Please, Please give me another chance…” 

You shook your head and stood up. He grabbed your wrist before you walked away, “I’m sorry I did this to us, to you. You can hate me all you want, just remember I will always love you and no matter what if you ever, ever need me, just call. I don’t care if I’m your last choice… I don’t want you to suffer even more.” He wiped his tears and snot all over his sweater sleeves as you shook your way out of his hold and left.

(I know I already used this but it fits well)

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Hoseok:

God! This kids hysterical. “I’m so terribly sorry. I know this is really bad. I-i-i don’t know what to do?!” He couldn’t control himself from his waterfalls. He kept trying to grab onto air as if he was trying to speak with his hands but could make out any words. “Y/n you know this is a mistake, right?! Please don’t go…”

“Hoseok, I need some time.” You walked out the door.

“I-i-” This stuttering mess would just crawl into a ball and cry until one of the members found him on the verge of passing out from dehydration. 

Originally posted by featureless-spy

Yoongi:

“Damn it y/n, I-i can’t explain this…” He’d ran up to you to cradle your hands in his before you ripped them out. “I’m sorry baby, God I’m so sorry…”

He tried to grab you by the shoulder but you weren’t having it. He stopped trying to grab you for your attention, instead he stood still while looking down. He started yelling apologies.

“I’M SO FUCKING SORRY IM A SCREW UP. I’M SORRY I MESSED UP THE IMAGE YOU HAD OF ME. I’M SORRY I COULDN’T- NO, CAN’T BE THE MAN YOU NEED IN YOUR LIFE. I’m sorry I let you fall in love with a-an absolute piece of shit…” He saw your silhouette walk away, “I love you y/n.”

Originally posted by starnsunshine

Taehyung:

He looked up at you in big eyes unable to peep a word until he saw stomp to the door. He blocked the exit way with his body, “N-no!”

“Taehyung move.”

“YOU CAN’T LEAVE! I LOVE YOU! I MADE A MISTAKE… it was a mistake. I promise… a stupid… unforgivable… mistake.” He finally started crying at the realization of what he had just done hit him. “I-i’m a mistake.”

Jimin:

The members found him in the tub. “Uhm Jimin what are you doing?”

“I’m washing the sin off. I can’t take it. It’s destroyed my life.” It had been days later and he couldn’t face you.

“The sin?” The boys asked once again.

“The sin. THE SIN! I CAN’T LOOK AT Y/N AND SHE CAN’T LOOK AT ME! IT’S DESTORYED US! It’s destroyed my happiness…” He slowly looked up to them, “…It’s destroyed my heart.”

Originally posted by xxi-xix

Jungkook:

“Y/N PLEASE DON’T RUN OUT THIS WAS A MISTAKE! I DIDN’T MEAN TO!” He followed right behind you as you dashed out the room.

“Ba-baby come on, what can I do? huh? Do you want me to kneel and beg for your forgiveness.” He did as he said and bowed down, breaking away from his manly imagine. “Y/n please… please dear god accept me again! What do you want me to do?”

“Just… go away…”

“I-i’m in love with you y/n l/n and nothing will ever stop me from feeling that way… Come talk to me when you’re ready…” He stayed on his knees for a while until he rolled onto his side, staring into the white wall in front of him, expressionless.

Originally posted by baepsaeboyss


@anon who requested this a while back… actually fight me. Also sorry if there’s any errors,, I’m sleepy

Risk and Reward

Pairing:Barista!Lin x Reader

Requested?: Nope! It just came to my head one day and I ran with it.

Summary: You stop by a café to grab coffee on your way to work, said café also has a really cute barista.

Words: 5k+

Part One | Part Two

A/N: Well here we are. I had this idea for a real long time but it just never came together. Now I have gotten my shit together (thanks Ale and Kate) and I think I can start this series! Shoutout to Taryn for being a huge inspiration behind this series. Work Comes Home was the reason this idea even became an actual fic and not a passing thought. I really hope you guys like it!

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You quickly entered the coffee shop, shuffling up to the counter with a panicked expression. Your bus was coming soon and you were running late for your first day at a new job.

“Hi, can I have two medium iced caramel lattes?” You rushed out, already opening your wallet to find your debit card. You got it out and held it towards the barista who was just staring back at you.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked, running your hand over your cheek.

The dark-haired man seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in, blinking rapidly as he straightened his posture.

“Oh! No, no I’m sorry ma’am. I, uh, I…” He struggled to finish his sentence and you giggled lightly, he was sort of cute.

“It’s okay. I space out too,” you paused to look at his nametag, “Lin.” You finished, holding out your debit card once again.

He nodded, taking your card and looking at the screen in front of him and pausing.

“…I’m sorry what did you order again?” Lin smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

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anonymous asked:

Yakuza!Hanzo with pregnant s/o? During the pregnancy and birth?

((SO I MADE THIS A LIKE TWO PART STORY BECAUSE YAKUZA HANZO IS LIFE….I also do an excessive amount of research on things for this and it FUELED my need))

From a hostess at an upscale bar to the wife of a Yakuza boss. It sounded like the storyline of one of those movies or TV dramas and yet, this was your life. You had drawn the eye of Hanzo Shimada; the sophisticated, suave man of few words who initially frequented the establishment when holding private business meetings. You could feel his eyes on you whenever you had been working and soon found yourself requested as a personal hostess for the sharply dressed man with the hawk-like gaze. Enticing professionality morphed into actual attraction; small gift of affections turning into a request to date you which soon led to marriage.

You counted yourself as lucky. Most of the other hostesses or former yankee girls ended up in loveless, violent marriages with men who wanted a trophy wife and punching bag all in one. Hanzo treated you like a queen; granting your any desire or wish, showering you in gifts and private displays of affection. You wanted for absolutely nothing and lived in the lap of luxury within the Shimada faction walls. Anytime you left, you were flanked by personal female guards and whenever Hanzo had important ‘legitimate’ meetings, you were on his arm as his doting and loving wife. He didn’t involve you with any of his illegal practices, you were an exquisite flower in the garden of his life and he planned to keep you safe. And his child that grew inside of you.

“Beloved…”

You smiled, Hanzo’s voice was still tinged by sleep, his hands lightly moving over your waist to rest on your growing stomach. You tilted your head to the side as Hanzo placed a gentle kiss against the side of your neck, his chin resting in the crook of your shoulder. You had neither been actively trying to conceive nor working to prevent it, letting fate handle any type of family planning you’d fall under. When he found out you were pregnant, he was ecstatic in his own ways; his eyes lit up, he pulled you to him and kissed you hard and openly in front of the doctor that made the housecall. Hanzo wasted no expense in making sure your pregnancy progressed smoothly; a personal chef on call 24/7, a masseuse that you could visit in person or request on the estate, your own private midwife and weekly spa trips to keep you ridiculously pampered and relaxed. He had even begun accompanying you more after you expressed that you felt lonely with him gone so often.

This is how you found yourself waking with him at least three days out of the week, enjoying a meal or two together as he answered calls and dispatched orders to his secretary who would then pass them onto whomever needed to hear them. You leaned back into your husband, humming contently as his arms wrapped tighter around your body. His lips pressed hard against the side of your neck again, drawing a quiet chuckle from your lips and a pleased sigh from his. Covering his hands with your own smaller ones, you massaged the back of his hands before deciding to speak.

“Good morning dear husband”, you teased playfully, earning a throaty huff of a laugh at the formal nickname. “I hope I didn’t wake you…”

“No dearest”, Hanzo started between another kiss, squeezing you again. He had never made you second guess his attraction to you even through the pregnancy, his level of affection almost growing as you did. “Waking in bed without you however was inspiration enough to rise.”

A wave of nausea had pulled you out of your sleep and forced you out of bed, your hand combing through Hanzo’s hair as you rose as not to wake the man. You had slipped to the down to the kitchen and fixed yourself a cup of peppermint-ginger tea, obnoxiously sweetened to your preference. Turning your head, you gave a soft ‘oh’ when you saw he had already gotten dressed, the white button up covering his once shirtless torso.

Turning yourself around, Hanzo pulled back slightly, your eyes looking him up and down, humming approvingly. Hanzo wore both traditional and modern clothing, both looking dashing on him but the latter edging out with your preference. He wore black slacks, the white button up tucked in but not buttoned all the way up, the navy blue tie hanging undone around his collar and his black hair still down. A warm, thankful smile began to pull at your lips, your eyes connecting with your husband’s dark ones. This was a ritual that the both of you had started from when you had first been brought into the Shimada clan. You initially had been no more than a glorified wallflower; pretty, pleasant and essentially useless. Before meeting Hanzo you had been a working girl your entire adult life, working hard to earn your keep and live your life as comfortably as you could. Doing absolutely nothing left you antsy, restless. So in the morning you would rise with your then boyfriend and assist him with getting ready. You’d pick out his ties and socks, button up his shirts and assist him with putting his shoes on. It made you feel at least somewhat useful before you became the lady of the house.

Reaching out, you pulled him closer so his torso rested against your pregnant belly, one of his hands lifting to lightly stroke at your cheek. Your fingers made quick work of the button up, your fingers playfully ghosting under his shirt to lightly stroke the edges of clan’s dragon tattoo on his left shoulder before closing it. You worked your magic, tying his tie into a trinity knot, your hand smoothing over his chest as you looked up at him affectionately. His hand moved from your cheek to your chin, holding it as he dipped his head down and pressed an affectionate kiss to your lips. His free hand tenderly massaged your belly as he pulled away, smiling down at you.

“Remember to tell your doctor this, beloved.”

You nodded your head, understanding he was  referring to your nausea. He’d text you mid-day just to make sure it had been done and would take care of it himself if your pregnancy brain made you forget. Always watching out for you.

“Of course, my love.”


“Boss we can just force our way back in there…she can’t tell you to get out like that ca–”

Hanzo stopped on a dime and snarled at the man that had dared to speak, his eyes pinning the man with a look that could kill. The younger man immediately bowed, stammering an apology as he backed out of the room at the quiet recommendation from a senior member. Hanzo was known for his chilling calmness, his cutting words and icy gaze usually enough to break anyone who would cross him. But now he was on edge, snapping angrily at anyone that would speak to him as he paced. No one could blame him really. Hanzo had been kicked out of the room by your midwife after snapping at her when you went through a particularly rough contraction, the man demanding to know why the pain medication hadn’t kicked in yet.

So now all he could do was pace while several of his guards fidgeted about, thrown off by their boss’ energy. He could hear your cries through the door, his heart tugging every single time it reached his ears. His twin dragons begged to be set free, to protect their master’s mate, Hanzo was barely able to fight the urge himself. But he knew that it would upset you so instead he would wait, his heart in his throat and nervous flitting in his belly. Time trickled by, far slower than Hanzo would have liked, hours feeling like days. Until the strong, loud cry pierced the air.

It felt as if the world around him melted away, the strong, growing cries of the newborn working everyone into an excited frenzy. Someone clapped Hanzo on the back, another on the shoulder and they were all cheering when the door to the room you had been delivering in slid open a crack. The midwife smiled and motioned for Hanzo to come forward, his men pushing him when his feet froze to the ground, excited and intimidated by the prospect of finally meeting his child.

“Hanzo…come say hi.”

Your voice drew him the rest of the way into the room, warmth exploding in his chest as he laid eyes on you and the small bundle you held in your arms. Your face was ruddy, hair stuck to your skin by sweat, eyes heavy with exhaustion; but he was sure you had never looked more beautiful. He stopped in front of you, his hand lightly stroking your cheek, his other hand shaking as it came to lay gently upon the head of the newborn. The newborn boy fidgeted at his touch, his mouth opening in a big yawn as Hanzo lightly stroked his face. Emotion made his throat feel tight as he dipped down, pressing his lips hard against your forehead, pulling the both of you into a hug. Haruto gave a whine at being jostled, the newborn fidgeting before settling between his mother and father quietly.

“Haruto Shimada”, you hummed softly as Hanzo pulled back, your head falling to the pillow on your bed, patting the space on the California king sized bed next to you lightly. Your midwife hung around the background, cleaning up the area quickly and quietly, the omnic nurse following right behind her.  Hanzo took the seat, taking your hand gently and kissing your knuckles hard, as he scoot back to lay amongst the pillows with you. Immeasurable pride, love, happiness and need to protect filled his being as he looked between you and Haruto contently. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, peeking up at him through your lashes. “Would you like to hold him love?”

Hanzo barely nodded before you were carefully passing the newborn into his arms, the Yakuza head breathing stopping for several moments. Haruto fidgeted, smacking his lips lightly in a yawn once more as he turned into his father’s touch. Hanzo took this time to study him thoroughly; thick black hair covering his head, face chubby and skin ruddy from being birthed. Later, he would say that Haruto was a peculiar looking little thing when he came out but right now at this moment the child was the image of perfection. Your snort drew Hanzo’s attention up, your finger pointing to the foot of the bed with a humored smile.

Yuuki and Ame sat at the end of the bed, curled into a loose pile on top of one another and rest at your feet. The translucent blue dragons were content to sit and wait, intrigued yet protective, instantly acknowledging the new charge that had been added to the family. Extending a hand to them, you gently pat Ame on the head as he moved forward, chuckling quietly as the dragon purred under your touch.

“Keep him safe”, you ordered softly, knowing there was no real need to tell the dragons what to do.

“The dragons will consume our enemies”, Hanzo reminded you, his voice soft but mirthful as he leaned over and lightly kissed you on the forehead, cradling your sleeping son to his chest lovingly.


((I hope this is okay anon! I know I went on a tangent but it was fun!))

The Masks We Wear (Connor Murphy x Reader)

Okay hello! This is my first imagine! Yay! I’ve worked really hard on it so don’t be afraid to give feedback!
Requested: Nope
Words: 2,557
Warnings: None other than some swearing

Being the new kid isn’t easy, especially when you are judged so fiercely for being yourself. You know the right words to say, the correct outfits to wear, when to smile, when to laugh, and when to disappear. You’ve never been the popular person, but you get along just fine with the façade that you’ve mastered so well it almost feels like you. Almost.
Your first day of school arrives just like the five before, even though the fall semester was already half way done. With your dad in the army you couldn’t blame him for all of the moving, after all your grandfather, great grandfather, and so on, all chose the same life. This move was slightly different though, your dad finally got the promotion that would keep you in one place for the rest of high school. You knew that at this school the mask you wore would need to be convincing enough to help you survive longer than usual.

This new school was bigger than the last, and your sense of direction wasn’t top notch. After the office gave you your timetable you scurried through the hall desperately looking for classroom 27B, and wondered if the office lady thought it would be funny to give you a fake room number. You looked at the doors as you darted around the now empty hallway as everyone had already entered a class. You were startled back to reality as you heard a locker slam behind you. You turned to see a boy walking away from you with leisure towards what you thought might be an exit, but you couldn’t be sure.
“Umm… Excuse me!” you surprised yourself with saying, but the boy only glanced over his shoulder and kept walking.
You dashed towards him this time, “I’m sorry to bother you, but I don’t know where 27B is and I’ve been looking for 15 minutes, and I don’t want to be late on my first day.” This time the boy turned around and looked at you with a mix of boredom and the smallest bit of amusement.
“You’re looking for 27B?” you nodded your head as you glanced at the piece of paper to the rooms around you, back to the boy.
“You’re on the wrong floor,” he said with a little more amusement showing.
“Oh…” the embarrassment evident on your face, “Well I guess that explains why I can’t find it. Anyways, thanks, and I’m y/n”
“Connor”
“Well, thanks, Connor and I’ll see you around? I don’t really know anybody and you’re the only conversation I’ve had with someone at the school who doesn’t work here”
“See you around,” he shrugged “I guess, but I wouldn’t plan on it.”

With that short-lived conversation, you were off to your first class. All the classes seemed to drag on, with teachers mindlessly going on about formulas that you wouldn’t remember in a week. As it does at every school the lunch bell rang, and it was time for what you pictured hell as :a lunchroom. Kids scuttle around trying to find a table that would get the most attention from the people they want to impress, and others take it as time catch up on homework in clusters of others as a form of protection. You on the other hand used this time to find a group that would keep you safe, I mean high school kids are mean. You settled on a group of girls that seemed nice enough and spent your lunch smiling at the right time, laughing when needed, and making the right comments so that the girls at the table said they could tell you would fit right in with them.

The next week was fine enough. You made some friends that you could eat lunch with, gossip about the teacher’s new haircut with and text for help on Algebra homework.  You even decided on trying out for the cheerleading team, which you made. It seemed as if the mask you perfected was working like a dream.
On the Monday of your second week, the girls you ate lunch with were all busy. A few had lunch detention, while others had the weekly student council meeting. With nowhere to go for lunch, you wandered on the lawn by the football field, where you spotted the familiar face of Connor, the boy who you met on your first day. Picking up your pace you walked over to him and sat down across from him and pulled out your lunch.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked with annoyance rising in him.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m about to eat lunch with you,” you replied taking a bite out of your sandwich.
“I know what the fuck you’re doing. Why are you eating here?” he said this time getting angrier. “It might seem like a funny joke to eat with the freak, but this freak prefers to eat alone, so leave.”
The anger in his voice made you jump, but you didn’t get up.
“Why would eating with you be a joke? And I’m not leaving, I don’t have anyone to eat with and this freak likes eating with people,”
“Yeah well have fun by yourself,” he said as he picked his bag up and stomped away. You watched him walk away, the surprise evident on your face. Why had he thought you were trying to be mean? Why was he so defensive? All of these questions rattled in your mind as you walked back to the school building.

After cheer practice, you went with some of the girls to get frozen yogurt just around the block.
“Do you know anything about some kid at school named Connor?” you asked as everyone took a seat.
“Which Connor?” one girl answered.
“Well he’s tall, has long hair, really pretty eyes actually-,”
“You mean psychopath Connor? He’s a total freak. He has some major issues, but his sisters nice. I’d stay away from him if I were you, if people see you near him they might get the wrong idea,” and with that the subject changed to who was the best kisser on the football team.

The next day during lunch you told your friends that you had to do work with a teacher at lunch. Instead, you went back to the lawn from yesterday and sat next to Connor once again.
“Again? Really? I thought I made myself clear,” Connor said as flipped the page in the book he was reading.
“I’m not the best with listening to directions,” you said smiling at him this time.
“Your friends still busy or some shit?”
“No, I just wanted to eat with you,” Connor finally looked up from his book in surprise, but quickly went back to his annoyed face. You two spent the rest of lunch in silence together, him reading, and you eating your sandwich.

The two of you eating lunch together continued. With your persistent talking Connor eventually replied with more than one-word answers, and soon your daily lunch together became something you looked forward to.
“So what about ‘Fahrenheit 451’?”
“Well I did read that one, but only after I watched the movie and had turned in my essay”
“Well fuck, and you still got an A?” you nodded laughing looking at the amazement that had settled on his face.
“I am impressed, that takes real skill to bullshit your way through English class so well,” he said slowly clapping. You dramatically bowed as you walked over to the lawn together. Connor had started waiting for you by the bleachers so you could walk to lunch together, but he denied that he was waiting for you.
“It was a needed skill. Sometimes my family would move and the new teachers would automatically want an essay the next day from a book I’ve never read.”
“Well that sucks,”
“I guess it does, but I’ve gotten used to it. I’ve gotten used to it all,”
“You shouldn’t have to get used to it. Why aren’t you mad at your parents? I would be so fucking furious, and you just smile about it all,” you laughed as he said this while sitting down under a tree.
“I don’t get to be mad. This is what my family does. Besides I would sound so horrible if I got angry at my dad, the man who served three tours in Iraq, the man who risks his life for America,” you said as you pulled large clumps of grass from the ground,
“But sometimes I just want a dad, an actual dad, not some war hero, but someone who tells me to change shorts because they are too short, a dad who says cheesy jokes, not some man who lives in the same house as me, but is a billion miles away because he has no idea who I am.” You started throwing the clumps of grass you had uprooted. You glanced over at Connor who looked conflicted.
“What?” you asked abruptly aware of how loud you had gotten. In an instant Connor suddenly hugged you. His arms were long and lanky around you, but somehow you felt safe. His body smelled like coconut, probably from shampoo, and his heart beat somehow sounded beautiful. He let go of you, a second later, and the hug had felt like a million years and less than a millisecond at the same time. You looked up at him and he was looking anywhere, but your eyes.
“Thanks,” you whispered, “I really needed that.” Connor mumbled out a response along the lines of ‘no –problem’.

After that day you were painfully aware of Connor. You were aware of every step he took and how he kept his hands in his pockets, and scratched at his jeans when he got angry over something small, and how when you made a bad pun he would roll his eyes, but smile slightly. It seemed like all at once everything about Connor was magical and you would count down the minutes until lunch with him, and it seemed Connor was thinking the same thing.
“So I was uhmm-well I was think-no that’s no right,” Connor mumbled about a month and a half after your first lunch together, “I was thinking that we could hang out outside of school.” Connor looked down at you trying to hide the nerves that he felt asking. The nerves were evident on his face though as he watched you reply.
“I’d love to,” you said simply, but the smile on your face said it all. You were ecstatic; finally, you would spend more than the designated time at lunch together.

You and Connor had settled it and decided that you would hang out that Saturday and work on English homework together at your house since Connor said that his parents would be all weird about it. Finally, Saturday arrived, and the nerves you had denied were obvious as you paced your room trying to figure out which shirt to wear knowing they were basically the same shirt. Little did you know that Connor was also pacing his room trying to decide if he should wear a black shirt or grey shirt. Of course, Zoe found this hilarious and Connor, being too nervous to yell, allowed Zoe to help him chose a shirt. They settled on grey, Zoe saying that it showed that he wore more than black.
Connor showed up on time and you couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he was an actual friend, even though you wanted more, but he was somebody who you didn’t feel the need to wear your mask around, with him you could just exist.
“Uhmm, we can go hang out in my room if you want,” you asked motioning towards a hallway.
“Sure, but your parents will be okay with me in your room?” he asked as you opened the door to your room.
“Oh, they don’t really care what I do, and if they did they aren’t ever home to enforce the  rules they have.” With that you sat on your bedroom floor and pulled out your English books, but they were quickly forgotten when you started talking. Within minutes of talking the subject turned to Connor’s family.
“I don’t know. It’s just like I’m the fucking black sheep. I just want them to look at me and not be ashamed of their son,” Connor huffed as you lay side by side on your floor looking at the blank ceiling.
“I’m sure they aren’t ashamed”
“You don’t even know them, you can’t be sure”
“But I know you,” you said pushing yourself into a sitting position.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means you are the last person anyone could be ashamed of. You have this wonderful mind that anyone would be lucky to know about, you are the fastest reader I know, you pretend to hate others, but you are so incredibly caring, and you are my favorite person and the only one who knows me.”
Suddenly Connor pushes himself up.
“Bullshit. You have friends and I’m just a pity friend and we both know it,” Connor said. You knew you hit a chord in him. Whenever you said nice things about him he automatically thought it was a lie, no matter how many times you promised it was the truth. It pained you to think that somebody you cared for as much as Connor didn’t know that you did.
“Now that’s bullshit Connor. We both know that it’s fake with everyone, except for you! I put this mask on so I blend in, stay alive, and make it until the next school,” you took a breath and moved closer to Connor as you started speaking again.
“You’re the exception, with you it’s all real. I don’t have to pretend life is okay, or pretend I care about school drama. With you I’m just me, and with me I think you are just you.” Connor stayed silent for a minute after that.
“If we’re being honest and shit right now,” Connor spoke softly, “People don’t like the real me, but for some reason you do, the angry parts and everything, so I guess  don’t need a mask with you.” You looked at Connor and saw how scared he was, of being alone again, of being rejected. You knew that this was truly him without the façade that he had perfected over time.
“Connor,” you spoke softly. He took his gaze off the floor and looked at you. You slowly put your hands on the side of his face and brought your lips to his. He still smelled of coconut, but you were more concentrated on the feeling of his lips on yours. The surprise of you kissing him quickly wore off and he kissed you back as if it were life or death. His chapped lips melted into your and his hands found your waist as he pulled you closer. Too quickly the kiss ended as you both needed air.
“I hope it was okay I kissed you,” you softly laughed.
“It’s more than okay. I hope it’s okay that I don’t want to stop kissing you,” he replied as he went back to your lips for another kiss.

Rosé Gold: “Sorry for not believing in you“

(A/N): I‘ve always wanted to write a soulmate AU, so this is a big deal for my crippling author career. Enjoy x 

Words: 2,3k

Originally posted by tylerandthejosephs

The air is like frozen lace on your skin, delicate and cold. The sky is washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches to brilliance. That special cold and pale light, only the winter‘s sun can give, makes everything glow with slippery ice. It‘s the perfect day for staying home.

Sadly, you had to work today. You‘re seated at the bus stop with both arms crossed over your chest, hugging your body, as if that could provide you with some kind of warmth. 

All of sudden you see an elegant woman being dragged by her poodle towards another dog owner just across the street. As expected, they collide into each other. The gentleman has lost his hat due to the collision, causing a royal blue strand on his head to become visible and remarkably stand out from the rest of his blonde hair. 

Instantly acknowledging the phenomenon, the lady lets a loud gasp escape her lips and urgently draws the guy‘s attention to her streak of hair, which coincidentally has the exact same pigment as his. The next thing that happens is acted out just like in the movies. The lovers jump into each other‘s arms and share a passionate kiss as they pull away. At the same time, the royal blue pieces of hair from each one of them loose their colour and blend into the rest. 

Eventually, the scenery turns out to be the complete opposite of a simple coincidence. Oh, the things you‘d do to finally experience the same spectacle. You are tired of mustering up an empathic smile every time someone summons their memorable and whimsical story of meeting their partner. When will it finally be your turn to find your soulmate?

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Archie Andrews | One step at a time (possible series)

Count of words: 1070

Warnings: sad, mention of suicide and a suicide attempt, may contain spoilers if you haven’t seen till episode 11-12

A/N: I am thinking of making a little series with this but if I do it’s gonna be like so depressing and reader slowly revealing her past to her friends and boyfriend and I don’t know if anyone wants to read it… If any of you want to please let me know in my inbox soo yeah, hope you like this ♥♥

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Can you do a Archie imagine where him and the reader are dating and instead of Cheryl falling through the ice it’s the reader and Archie, Veronica, jughead and Betty go after her?


In the small town of Riverdale no one ever thought how bad things can escalate to the level it has now. After the surprising death of Jason Blossom so many more catastrophes occured, slowly driving the little town into chaos. While everything else seemed to be a disaster and the case of the mysterious murder seemed to be held back due to lack of evidence got solved, placing FP Jones in the crime scene, with the crime weapon, killing the poor teenager. But, a group of teenagers were opposed to the decision of the sheriff and even if the evidence threw the blame towards FP, the group of teenagers managed to find out who the killer was. Clifford Blossom.

After the following death of the routhless father; it was a suicide, things seemed to simply change. People were relieved a psyco like that was finally gone, even if that ment that he died. Everyone let loose, exept her. She was one of the foolish teenagers that risked their lives to solved the case of the unfortunate football leader. It was not easy for her to see all these things happen around her so fast, so soon. It hurt her more than anyone could ever think, but she didn’t understand why. There were some pretty nasty comments thrown at her and she started making some pretty dark thoughts herself. All untill she knew what to do. 

After taking some time to think about what she should do all night, the sixteen year old, took the whole day after that to tell and show her friends how much she appreciated them. She gave Jughead a little crown medallion, just like the one he gave her when they were kids to show her how importand she was to him. She gave Betty a beautiful ring matching the one the (hair color) haired girl was always wearing, and she also gave Veronica a matching one as well; to show them how much they ment to her. Last of all was Archie. He was not like everyone else, he was not just her best friend, but her boyfriend as well. She gave him guitar that he wanted to buy for a long time, and that’s when he new something was going very wrong.

By the time the sky started to become darker the girl was already by the Sweetwater river, mentaly prepearing herself for what was to come. On the other side of the little forest to the river, the four other teenagers were worried to death as to were their friend, best friend and girlfriend was. They looked everything and they took turns trying to call her phone. Veronica actually managed to do it and put it on speaker so everyone would listen. “Y/N, where are you, we are worried sick,” the voice of a very wary Veronica traveled through the phone line. “I’m ok, don’t worry about it,” she said calmly to her. “Darling, tell as where you are. I know something is wrong just tell us,” her loving boyfriend pleaded but the girl didn’t crack even the slightest bit. “Oh, Archie. Oh, how I love you. You mean so much to me,” she said silently crying. “I love all four of you so much. Thank you for caring but it’s not going to do anything now. I love you but I have to go. I’ll sent Jason your greetings,” and she hung up. Everyone was shocked hearing the last words of the girl. “The Sweetwater,” one of them thought out loud and dashed towards the newly found destination as the rest followed close behind.

The first one to make it to the river has the gracious red head, but the love of his life was already far, far away. “Y/N, no, no, no. Don’t do it. Whatever it is that is bothering you we can fix that together.” He shouted while the rest of the group finally caught up. “There’s nothing you can fix. Not anymore.” She yelled back. The read head went to run up to her and stop her, but Veronica held him back. “The ice will not handle the weight,” the raven haired girl noticed and the others agreed. “But I need to stop her,” “We will,” Jughead reasoned his friend. “Y/N, please come here. Get away from the ice. We need you. I need you. Remember why I gave you that crown necklace?” Jughead tried to talk some sence into the girl. She simply nodded her head and the boy continued. “I gave it to you cause you are so important to me. I gave it to you to remind you that you are the only person I trust with my life. Please,” he pleaded but it was no too late. The girl moved a little and the ice that was previously cracked now created a hole and took the girl inside of it.

Archie couldn’t hold back anymore. He dushed towards the girl in hopes to get her out of the water before the current takes her body away. But it was to late. The group of teenages followed the girl’s body until it stopped. The aspiring musician fell on his knees and started puching the ice with the goal to break it and get his girl out of it. Blood started to run from his fists as the raven haired girl looked at his actions with aw, and the blonde clutched onto her boyfriend’s arm, crying while hidding behind his shoulder.

After finally managing to save the girl, the group ended up in Veronica’s house. Archie was holding the (hair color) haired girl in his arms, attempting to warm her up as the fire didn’t seem to help as much. The blanket around the two allowed his to trasfer warmth from his body to hers. He had removed his shirt previously and placing her in it after removing her soaking wet clothes, so the warmth of his body radiated to the girl easier. Jughead was sitting behind them in the couch with Betty in his arms trying to get her out of the shocked state of watching her friend attempt to kill herself, and Veronica was standing next to her mum discussing about the incident. “It’s gonna be ok.  I’m here. I love you.” Was all Archie could manage to make himself say to set the love of his life at ease. “We’ll do this. Together. One step at a time.”

Finding Closure (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,809 (Jean-Ralphio voice: “I’m the wooooorst!”)

Warnings: angst, language, car trouble, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of bad home life, revisiting childhood home, tw: seizures (mention), medical emergency (mention)

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13

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