it took a good amount of time so might as well post it i guess

Taken for Granted (pt 4)


You didn’t realize what exactly you had signed up for when you agreed to the job. Sure, you had some experience, but working as a manager full time was quite tiring. But you felt good going to bed each night, knowing you had done a job well done.

You became good friends with the GOT7 boys, and they helped you out whenever they could, knowing that you were new and temporary. The boys had recently released a new album and were starting their schedules at music shows. You barely found any free time for yourself, but you couldn’t help but think about the bts boys. You missed hanging out with them.

They still tried to contact you whenever they had the chance, but everyone knew it wasn’t the same. You wish you could make time for them and your personal life, but you knew that the following weeks were only going to get busier.

After a few weeks, your schedule seemed to be rather redundant. You had to usher the boys to music shows and interviews every day. You were proud of them for always keeping a smile on their face, despite being very tired. You were starting to realize that perhaps you didn’t really like this job. You were constantly out on the road and you had to deal with incredibly rude people and to be honest, you didn’t know how much more you could take. 

After one especially long day, you were surprised to see that the boys had a free night. You dropped them back at the dorms quite early and each of the got7 boys thanked you as the got out of the van. Pretty soon, you found your way to your own apartment and was getting ready for a shower when you heard your phone buzz. 

You couldn’t help but smile at your phone. You loved Jin like a brother, but why did you feel your heart flutter a bit? Over these last few weeks, you had learned to forgive Namjoon too. You didn’t want to cut him out completely because you loved all the boys too much to do that. And with being so busy with work, you had learned to get over your feelings. You had the confidence to look at Namjoon now without butterflies in your stomach, you were sure.

You placed your phone down and went to take a shower. After relaxing into the warmth of the water, your mind began to race with the possibilities of writing music. Hell, you even had a minor in music from college. Classmates and colleagues had told you a countless amount of times that you had talent, but weren’t they just being friendly? But after what Jin had mentioned, you now had something serious to consider. It had been a long time since you had written a song, and you were quite scared to show anyone your work, but you realized how happy it would make you hearing someone perform your piece.

And so, after months, you pulled out your guitar and empty sheet music and spent hours, writing and playing whatever came to mind. 

Jin placed his phone down with a smile on his own face. He missed talking to you, your playful banter. He missed seeing you around the dorms watching movies or helping him cook or trying whatever it is he made. He just missed your company. So he was content with these small moments he had with you, even if it were simply over text. He couldn’t help but feel excited about seeing you soon at music shows. 

Namjoon sat across from Jin, noticing the look on his hyung’s face. “What are you smiling about?” he asks, laughing. 

“Huh? Oh nothing” Jin says, finally out of his trance-like state. 

“Who were you texting that you have that weird grin on your face hyung?” Namjoon asks again. 

“Oh, y/n” Jin says.

And just like that, Namjoon’s own smile fades quickly. Everytime Namjoon tried to forget about you, his mind flooded with images of you. The more he tried to erase the images of you from his head, the more he found himself thinking about you and how much he was missing you. Of course, he didn’t want to admit it. 

“H-how is she by the way?” he asks, slowly.

“Good I guess. She said she didn’t really like her job though. I told her about taking up music again” Jin said, honestly.

“She’s into music?” Namjoon asks, quite shocked.

“Yeah…. I’m pretty sure she even studied music a little bit in college. I heard her singing a few times and she even writes a little but I think it’s really good” Jin said, smiling again. Jin thought back to the first time he caught you singing. You were cleaning up the dance practice room after the boys had left. Jin realized he forgot something and went back, only to find you singing and dancing with the mop while you cleaned the floor. He was immediately captivated by your voice, and he couldn’t help but smile at your funny dance with the mop. And before he could help himself, he found himself introducing himself to the beautiful girl dancing around his practice room. And since then, you become good friends with both him and the rest of the group as well.

“Is she thinking about changing careers then?” Namjoon asked.

“I’m not too sure. She said she would think about it, but I think she just wants to finish off strong with the job she has now. I told her we could show her the ins and outs of writing music if she wants” Jin continued.

“I-I could teach her a few things I guess…” Namjoon said. He smiled at the possibility of you two spending time together. 

“Hey, I’m sure she would appreciate that! I’ll ask her when she’s thought about it some more!” Jin said excitedly. 

Both boys now smiled while they looked down at their hands. “More time with Y/N” they thought, excitedly. 

Previous Parts: Part 1  Part 2 Part 3

A/N: SOO this kind of took a turn I wasn’t expecting. Hope y’all like it??? Let me know what you think please. How should the story go from here? Let me know if you want a part 5, or I might now really continue this series. I apologize again for posting after so long. I’ve been on vacation and then suffering from jet lag, so I hope you understand!

overwatch starters

 i play to win.  
❝  this is my curse. ❞ 
❝  wait for me! ❞ 
❝  your mother would’ve been proud of you. ❞
❝  let us hope for a different outcome. ❞ 
❝  sorry it’s such a mess in here. i-i wasn’t expecting company. ❞
❝  this is going to make you feel better. ❞
❝  the true enemy of humanity is disorder. ❞ 
❝  a steady blade balances the soul. ❞ 
❝  this is just like old times. ❞ 
❝  even here i feel an outcast. ❞ 
❝  think you can do my job, do you… ❞
❝  all eyes on me! ❞ 
❝  ooh, this is my jam. ❞
❝  got your aim from your mom, i see. ❞
❝  i’ll feast on your soul. ❞ 
❝  cheers, love! the cavalry’s here! ❞ 
❝   our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞ 
❝   we could’ve built an empire together. ❞ 
❝   ah. just setting foot here sets my soul at ease. ❞ 
❝  this time, stay down. ❞ 
❝  can i get your autograph? ❞
❝  why are you so angry? ❞
❝  ever get that feeling of déjà vu? ❞ 
❝  i am a different man now. i am whole. ❞ 
❝  over my dead body. ❞ 
❝   i’m on top of the world! ❞
❝  i’m patched up. ❞ 
❝  kids today with techno music. you should enjoy the classics, like hasselhoff. ❞
❝   what’s wrong? don’t you recognize me? ❞ 
❝   aren’t you warm wearing all that? ❞ 
❝  can’t stop, won’t stop. ❞
❝  i’ll race ya! ❞
❝   mock death at your own peril. ❞ 
❝  this time, i will finish the job. ❞ 
❝  death is an illusion. ❞
❝  look at this team! we’re gonna do great. ❞
❝  i am beyond redemption. ❞
❝   it looks like we will be working together. ❞ 
❝   you’ve rescued me again. ❞ 
❝  i will not be defeated so easily. ❞
❝  treasure? s-sure, i don’t know anything you’re talking about. ❞ 
❝  so this is what has become of you? a pity.❞
❝  you’re so amazing! you inspire me. ❞ 
❝  i miss him greatly. ❞ 
❝  there is nowhere to hide. ❞ 
❝  whatcha’ lookin’ at? ❞ 
❝  woo, nothing’s gonna stop me. ❞
❝  that was your dream, not mine. ❞ 
❝  what you call freedom is an illusion that causes more harm than good. ❞ 
❝  hehe, there’s something on your dress.. ❞ 
❝  you have been judged! ❞
❝   i have the upper hand this time. ❞ 
❝  traitor! ❞
❝  you will never amount to anything! ❞
❝  i’ve got my eye on you. ❞
❝  lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞
❝  the heart of a man still beats inside of me. ❞ 
❝  stay out of trouble. ❞
❝  step into my parlor said the spider to the fly. ❞
❝  one shot, one kill. ❞
❝  don’t think i’m happy about that. ❞ 
❝  now this place? makes me wanna be an atheist. ❞
❝  our world is worth fighting for. ❞
❝  you haven’t aged a day. what’s your secret? ❞
❝  ooooh, shiny! ❞
❝  oh, did that sting? ❞
❝  heroes never die. ❞
❝  where does it hurt? ❞
❝  you’re just a no-good bully. ❞
❝  i’m a one-man apocalypse. ❞
❝  you should look somewhere else. ❞
❝  you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞
❝  i learned that from my brother. ❞ 
❝  i hope nobody saw that. ❞
❝  on a scale of one to ten, how is your pain? ❞
❝  i’m not a miracle worker. well… not always. ❞
❝  this was once my home. no longer. ❞
❝  sorry! sorry, i’m sorry. sorry. ❞
❝  i remember being here. it was good for my tan. ❞
❝  wish i’d practice my japanese more, konichiwa! ❞
❝  you need a time out. ❞ 
❝  you might not want to tell your friends about that. ❞
❝  guess we know who’s really on top, don’t we? ❞
❝  with every death, comes honor. with honor, redemption. ❞
❝  a punishment for your crimes. ❞ 
❝  i will be on my best behaviour. ❞
❝  you think there’s something worth stealing in that temple? ❞
❝  people should be free. ❞ 
❝  you were never my equal. ❞
❝  death walks among you. ❞ 
❝   last i checked, i didn’t ask for your opinion. ❞ 
❝   you can’t be serious. ❞ 
❝   they’re back. ❞ 
❝   armor? how positively primitive. ❞
❝   now this is my kinda city, everyone’s free to live as they choose. ❞
❝   you need a time out. ❞ 
❝   die! die! die! ❞ 
❝   to think i would have to work with a street ruffian. ❞ 
❝   death comes. ❞ 
❝   one of these days someone is gonna to put an end to you. ❞ 
❝   that which doesn’t kill you…makes you stronger.. ❞
❝   well. you sure take to this bad guy thing easily, don’t ya? ❞
❝   aren’t you supposed to be dead? ❞
❝  i’ll tell you my secret if you give me your coat. ❞
❝   sleep. ❞
❝  never liked you much. ❞
❝  never leave a teammate behind. ❞
❝  together we are strong. ❞
❝  you won’t get rid of me that easily. ❞
❝  i don’t even think children are afraid of you. ❞
❝  i taught you everything you know. ❞
❝  it’s hard to just sit around knowing there’s someone out there that needs to be blown up. ❞
❝  i’ll put an end to your sad story. ❞
❝  you havin’ trouble keeping up? ❞
❝  i have destroyed more of your kind than i can count. ❞
❝ it’s a perfect day for some mayhem. ❞
❝  we’re all soldiers now. ❞
❝  give me your best shot. ❞
❝   you knew exactly what were you doing. ❞
❝   knock me down, and i’ll keep getting back up. ❞
❝   you always did have a high opinion of yourself. ❞
❝   i’m not a young man anymore. ❞
❝  still trying to play hero? ❞
❝  i sometimes wonder if your height is why you’re always in such a bad mood. ❞
❝  this is no place for children. ❞
❝  the world could always use more heroes. ❞
❝  looked in a mirror lately? ❞
❝  Me one, bad guys zero. ❞
❝  i’m gonna have to shoot you down. ❞
❝  this old dog has learned a few tricks. ❞
❝  another one off the list. ❞
❝  i love your glasses, so cute! ❞
❝  if at first you don’t succeed…blow it up again! ❞
❝  that’s for my family back home! ❞
❝  i’ve got you in my sights. ❞
❝  i’m the one who does his job. i’m thinking… you’re the other one. ❞
❝   you weren’t given those guns to toss them away like trash. ❞
❝   i will protect the innocent. ❞ 

Chapter 3: For a walking dictionary, you can definitely kick ass // Shawn Mendes

I’ve decided to make a mini series and it will last as long as you guys want it to

Chapter 2:

Chapter 1:

I groan, chucking a used tissue on the carpet floor of my small cabin. Turns out that the Goddess blood running in my veins doesn’t make me immune to the common cold. 

It had been two days since I’d won the fight with Shawn on the training field and unfortunately I’d came down with the flu. I couldn’t stop sneezing and coughing, each breath I took sounded wheezy. 

It was 4 in the afternoon and I’d missed out on all my morning classes including my favorite class- Power of the Gods- where we learned all about the God’s abilities.

Instead I was stuck curled up under my blankets, shivering even though I had the heater cranked up to the highest it could go.

My head throbs painfully and I try to tuck myself tighter into my blankets yet I still feel the ever-present cold. 

Think heat, I’m an oven. I’m a freshly baked good right out the oven.

A knocking on the door pulls me out of my thoughts and I grumble, chucking the sheets off my body and stumbling to the door.

“What?” I mumble, opening the door. I quickly straighten up my posture as I see Shawn standing on the other side, dressed head to toe in black. I slam the door shut resting my back against it. What was Shawn doing at my cabin?

The knocking begins again and I rush over to the mirror hanging on my wall. “Just a minute.” I call before facing my reflection. My hair was done up sloppily in a pony tail and there were dark bags under my eyes from my lack of sleep. The tip of my nose was red from the amount of times I’d wiped my nose  with a tissue. I frown, this would have to do.

I rush back to the door, peaking my head out slightly to see Shawn still standing there, a grin on his face.

“Ready now?” he smirks, raising an eyebrow. 

“What would you like, fireball?” I retort, tilting my head to the side questionably. 

“Fireball. That’s a new one.” Shawn tilts his head like mine, almost mockingly.

“Sorry do you prefer blaze… or flame. What about inferno?” I giggle as he scowls, reaching his hand forward to push on my door.

“I prefer none of them.” he mutters, successfully opening my door and I step back to let him in. He gives me a confused look as takes off his jumper. “Why is it so hot in your room? And that’s saying a lot since I’m basically a walking heater.”

I roll my eyes, walking back to my quilt covered bed. “If you haven’t realized I’m sick. Symptoms are low fever, coughing, sore throat and runny nose.”

“I know what a cold is.” he grins, shaking his head at me. “I guess that’s why you missed out on class today.”

“We share a class?” I blurt out, crossing my legs as I sit in the middle of my bed. He walks over, taking a seat on the edge of my bed, his body a couple of feet away from from mine.

“Yeah, Power of the Gods. I brought you the homework by the way, that’s why I’m here.” he looks away from me as he says this but I don’t miss the slight blush on his cheeks. I grin uncontrollably.

“That’s nice of you.” I say, grabbing the papers out of his hands that I somehow only just noticed he was holding.

“Yeah well, I knew you’d probably freak out if you missed too much class, being Athena’s daughter and everything.” he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. His words make me feel like I have my own little blaze starting in my chest.

“Thanks Shawn, I really appreciate it.” he finally looks at me, his warm brown eyes locking onto my own and I smile at him.

He returns the grin and I’m not sure how long we sit there, simply smiling at each other. My shivering breaks the illusion.

“You’re still cold?” he asks, his voice soft and he looks at me like he’s worried, like he cares.

“Yeah sorry, its this stupid cold, I can’t seem to stay warm.” I mumble, fidgeting with the hem of my quilt cover that I had draped over my legs.

“Here, lay down.” Shawn gets up and I look at him quizzically. 

“Why do you want me to-”

“For a smart girl, you ask a lot of questions.” He grins as I scoff, doing as he asks and sliding underneath my blankets.

He pulls the blankets up until they’re covering my body and I snuggle further into them. He climbs over the top of me until he’s on the other side of me and chucks an arm carelessly over my waist.

“What are you doing?” I squeak, stilling as his hand presses against my stomach through the blankets.

Shawn is in my bed, my back is against his chest and the fire in his veins is keeping me warm. I can’t breathe, my heart was beating wildly in my chest.

“Relax.” He whispers into my ear and I do. I close my eyes, letting Shawn’s high body temperature raise my own. Next thing I know I’m asleep, my body curling into Shawn’s as time passes by.

When I wake up its dark outside. Shawn’s arm is still slung over my waist and his head is nuzzled into my shoulder as I lay on my back.

I tilt my head to look at him, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling at how young and innocent he looks. When he was asleep, gone was the hard exterior and harshness that everyone said he was.

I flick on the light, basking the room in a soft yellow. I reach out slowly, trying my best not to wake the sleeping inferno beside me, and grab the paper that Shawn brought me from today’s class. At the movement he groans, tightening his hold on my waist. I begin to read the paper, filling in the blanks as I go with a spare pencil.

“Are you seriously doing your homework right now?” A raspy voice sounds in my ear and I jump, startled. 

“I’ve been sleeping the whole day, I wanted to do something.” I glance at Shawn from the corner of my eye and he’s starring at me, an unknown emotion in his eyes. The light flickers, reflecting in his eyes.

“The next one is Poseidon.” Shawn whispers, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Thanks,” I murmur back, writing the answer down. I don’t look at him again. I wasn’t brave enough to see his hair an unruly mess or his half closed eyes for I was positive I would melt.

We continue like that, Shawn giving me a few answers while I fill the sheet in. When I finish, I place the paper back on my bedside table, flicking off the lights.

“You know for a fireball, you’re pretty smart.” I say into the darkness, feeling content with the warmth surrounding me. 

He chuckles, tugging me tighter against his chest until my face is squished against his torso and the sound of his heart starts to lull me to sleep. His response comes after a moment.

 “For a walking dictionary, you can definitely kick ass,” 

Originally posted by thedailyshawnmendes

Secret Santa Gift EXCHANGE!

This is my secret santa gift for @pozolegirl 

I was so excited when I got my assignment and it was for someone whose work I already knew and admired! I hope you like your gift!! 

“So you were right.”

“Was I now?”

“Yes. Ladybug agreed that buying expensive jewelry for a girl you are not dating does, in fact, send mixed signals.” Chat sighed as he dropped down through the skylight and sprawled out against the bedding.

“I told you.” Marinette grinned smugly, not even bothering to look up at him from her desk.

“I can’t believe that you two are ganging up on me!” Chat whined, burying his face into her giant cat pillow.

“I can’t believe you talk about me to Ladybug.” Marinette laughed, her attention already back to whatever project she was currently working on.

“well, she doesn’t like it if I talk too much about my civilian life and you are my only other friend as Chat Noir.”

“I know but… never mind.” She shook her head softly, muttering something under her breath.

“So what sort of present do you want me to get you for Christmas?” Chat asked peering over the loft railing. She froze, her eyebrows furrowing. He grinned in anticipation.

“You already got me a present remember? The absurdly expensive piece of jewelry?” She finally looked up at him with an eyebrow raised challengingly.

“Yeah but you hated it.” He smirked.

“I did not hate it! I just thought a 295 Euro necklace was a little much for a just friends present.”

“Yes you made your feelings on that perfectly clear last time. The point is I need to get you a present that you actually appreciate getting.”

“I do appreciate it! I am literally wearing it right now!”

“That’s just cause you feel guilty. I will get you the perfect present. Just watch.”

Marinette groaned, pulling distractedly on her pigtails.

“Chat you are being ridiculous. You don’t need to get me another present.”

“What do you want?” he asked, grinning wider.

“I want you to not get me another present.”

“Try again. What do you want?”

“I’m not telling you,” she huffed.

“Fine. I have other ways of figuring things out. Just you wait Princess, I will get you the perfect Christmas present.” He stood up, giving her a jaunty salute as he pulled himself back up through the skylight.

“Chat!” She called after him.

He waited silently on her terrace, holding back the bubble of laughter in his chest. He could hear her shuffling around in the room, waiting to see if he would poke his head back in or if he had actually gone.

“Stupid cat,” she muttered finally.

Only then did he disappear into the night.

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Hate To Love You

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, violence, blood, inury, bad blood between Reader and Bucky, mentions of breakup

Word Count: 1087

Summary: After you and Bucky breakup you can’t stand to be apart of the Avengers any longer, choosing instead to work for yourself. However when Steve asks for your help, telling you that there was no one else he could ask you agreed to one more mission. 

A/N: I’m re posting this from my old blog, so I’m going to keep the original tag post for part 2 but if you wanted to be added just let me know right HERE !!

“There isn’t anybody else?”
“Sorry y/n, Wanda’s still in Sokovia and I couldn’t get Nat back on such short notice.”
“It’s fine, not your fault Steve,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What time do we fly out?”
“Zero six hundred tomorrow,” He replied, the sound of relief hanging in his voice. “Thanks for this y/n, I owe you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”

I disconnected the call, feeling my shoulders slump as I leant back on the kitchen bench, already exhausted by the thought of tomorrow’s mission. It wasn’t so much the mission itself though, it would be nice to get back into doing what I’d trained for years to do, it would be nice seeing Steve again. However I was also one hundred percent sure that Bucky would also be assigned on the mission, hence why I had a blooming headache starting already.

It had been eight months since I’d last seen or spoken to him, eight months since we broke up in a fit of shouting, tears and thrown objects. It hadn’t been pleasant and as a result I’d walked straight out of the Avengers compound, fully intending to never ever go back. I had been determined back then to get out of that business completely, find an apartment in the city and go to a normal nine to five job like everybody else. However, once something was in your life it was hard to let it go, so I found myself doing odd freelancing jobs, sometimes even for Nick Fury if he asked.
I wasn’t at all surprised that he’d passed my new number onto Steve, telling him that I would be more than happy to help him out if he needed.

Pushing myself off the bench I moved to the kitchen cabinet, pulling down a glass and the bottle of whiskey I kept for occasions such as these. Uncapping the lid I poured two fingers into the glass, swallowing them down in only two mouthfuls, the amber liquid burning as it went down my throat. I looked up at the clock as I poured out a little more alcohol. Only seven hours to take off.


The sound of my boots on the tarmac seemed to magnify in the quiet morning, the fog still hanging low to the ground and the sun only barely peeking out in the horizon. I took a deep breath and watched as it misted out in front of me in the frigid morning air.

I spun around at the call of my name, my eyes landing on Steve, dressed up in his Captain America suit, the cap hanging off one of his wrists. He jogged the last feet between us, bringing me swiftly into his arms, lifting me up slightly off the ground.
“It’s so good to see you!” I said with a genuine smile, having only just realized how much I actually missed him. “Eight months hasn’t changed you a bit.”
He shrugged, releasing me from his grip and standing back, his eyes sweeping over my form.
“It’s changed you though,” He chuckled. “You look good y/n.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, feeling the blush creep over my cheeks.

We were pulled from our short reunion as someone cleared their throat behind us, my eyes landing on Bucky, his jaw tense and tight.
“Mind if we move this along?” he glowered, his eyes barely sweeping over me as he turned his glare to Steve.
Steve looked like he was about to reply but I cut him off before he had the chance, my hand landing on my hip as I glared back at the soldier.
“Nice to know that hostility hasn’t left your personality James.”
“You bring it out in me,” He spat back, lips set in a thin line.

Without another word he pushed past us both, making sure that his shoulder bumped mine as he passed, the nudge causing me to stumble slightly. I glared venomously at the back of his head, my hands balling into fists at my side. At this very second the only thing I wanted to do was pull the glock from where it was resting on my side and shoot a nice hole through that metal shoulder of his.

Steve squeezed my shoulder, probably guessing my train of thought, the expression on his face filled with guilt.
“Sorry y/n,” He said. “I didn’t think he’d act quite like that.”
“What exactly were you expecting? It’s not like we ended our relationship on the best of terms,” Steve grimaced and I suddenly felt shitty for taking it out on him; he wasn’t the one acting like a total dick. “Honestly, it’s fine Steve, this is after all a job and no matter how we feel towards each other we might as well be professional about it.”

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Eat Me

Summary: Sugar daddy Phil feederism fic where dan is really thin when he first starts because no money but Phil loves feeding him and watching him fill out

Author’s Note: A bunch of people loved this idea so here it is. This might be the weirdest thing ive written so feedback would be great. like would you guy’s want more of this type of stuff or do you prefer other kinks more? lemme know <3 lol at my title what does it even mean in the context of this fic (2.1k words) anyways i finished this earlier but didn’t get to post it til now sorry about that also happy valentines day! <3

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Fuckboy! Ha Sungwoon

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“You have a place in my heart that no one could ever have.”

  • Type of fuckboy that makes you think that he is the only one you are talking to cause conversation picks up so easily 
  • His voice as sweet as honey and words were dripping with caramel  
  • One sentence from him and you did probably surrender your savings to him ngl
  • Just rly good at flirting and probably messages 10 other girls at once 
  • but each with a completely different pickup line or smtg personal about them 
  • Yet they still continue to steal glances and sigh at his very handsome side profile as he ate his lunch 
  • It’s a fact that he can get any girl to fall for him just be sweet talking to him 
  • Basically, him being a fuckboy started when he went to get revenge for his older sister 
  • She had been bullied by a bunch of guys (they dared one of them to date her and then broke her heart) 
  • Guess what Sungwoon did? He went to EVERY single one of the girlfriends of these boys and made them girlfriend-less 
  • I’m not even kidding 
  • He flirted with six girls, somehow managed to flirt with his way and got them to broke up with their boyfriends and then dump them a week later 
  • Each time any of them got a gf, he did steal them again and he did it for over a year until the boys begged him to stop 
  • That’s how he earned himself a year of free lunch in school 
  • Speaking of which, you were a transfer student who transferred as you decided to move in  with your older sister cause this school had links to the college you rly wanted to study in 
  • Growing up, you were a bit off a tomboy 
  • You hung out with boys all the time and your best friends, Youngmin and Donghyun, were super protective when boys tried to approach you cause they said they knew exactly what the boys had in mind (A man’s sixth sense they called it lmao) 
  • So you were very oblivious and very inexperienced when it comes to love 
  • When you became seat partners with Sungwoon and on the first day itself, he had tried to tell you pickup lines 
  • …. It just didn’t work out for him cause you literally didn’t understand any of it 
  • “Do you have an inhaler? Cause you took my breath away?” 
  • “Dude you need to go to the nurse now if you don’t feel well! How can you not bring your inhaler if you seem prone -” 
  • yeah you were as dense as a rock 
  • He literally only treats girl two ways 
  • the first one was his usual flirt mode and the second was how he behaves with his sister 
  • So he decided to just take the second approach cause he didn’t want to be rude to you as you might have lent him your Maths notes way too many time 
  • If the way he treats girls was deadly to the heart, how he treats you will probably send others immediately to the ER  
  • Just 10000% more caring and it’s seriously so heart fluttering cause he did be letting you wear his sweater when it’s cold in class, buys you bread when you had an extra class, did go even as far as to walk you home if you two had to stay in school till it’s rly late for a project 
  • It wasn’t long before you two were pretty much inseparable and basically called each other best friends 
  • ofc you are aware of him flirting but you never questioned him about it cause tbh you think it’s none of your business & you literally viewed him just a friend 
  • okay maybe not exactly friends when he sometimes did really cute things for you like taking out the carrots for you when there was vegetable soup or always bringing an extra umbrella for you when it rains 
  • but you told yourself there wasn’t a point going for guys like him as you did be:
    1.losing on an amazing friendship a guy who did just break up with you in a span of a week 
  • but it was tempting to give in when everyone said the way he speaks just changes and you can’t think of anyone else but him  
  • Everything changed when your best friend, Donghyun, came to visit you 
  • Sungwoon suddenly became EXTRA touchy and would legit frowned when you were hugging Donghyun 
  • Donghyun soon left but not without winking and talking about how his sixth sense was telling him that you and Sungwoon would look rly good together 
  • You confronted Sungwoon after that, asking why was behaving that manner to Donghyun 
  • He did say it was something small and it didn’t matter 
  • You remembered what Donghyun had said and joked by saying “What? You like me and got jealous?”  
  • That was when the almighty giant Ha Sungwoon, would be speechless and his ears did turn to a very unnatural shade of red  
  • “I wasn’t expecting myself to confess like that …” 
  • Sungwoon was very much into you mainly cause this relationship you had with him was give and take and it wasn’t like with other girls where you know they were expecting lot of attention but you gave him back the equal amount of attention  
  • If he lends you his sweater, you did make him pancakes the next day. If he walked you home, you will bring him hot tea the next time you both meet  
  • You made him turned into someone who asked all multiple girls he talks to for love advice instead so he knew what was the best gift to give to a girl which makes you super amused cause where was Ha Smoothwoon
  • Somehow they all shipped y'all at the end, so it’s all g 
  • Donghyun will also try to claim credit for getting you two together and cringe together with Youngmin when you two skype call them 
  • He did be super attentive while dating you, randomly buy you flowers and amusement park dates are very frequent 
  • The type of boyfriend to get you gifts that reminded him of you  
  • Will leave you voice recordings at night after you are asleep that you will make your heart melt when you listen to it in the morning 
  • Someone who will put 101% into this relationship and is the definition of couple goals 

As of right now, I’m not sure which member to write next so please send me which member you would like to read next on my asks! I’ll post the next one based on who had the highest number of comments :) You may still ask for Sungwoo, Daniel & Sungwoon and I’ll post something from my next series instead!

Mystery Snack Dealer // Park Minhyuk


the prompt: I’d love to see something with a teacher!au where he (preferably rocky) sneaks into your room during his free period and leaves you cute snacks in the faculty room fridge and eventually your students start to push the two of you to actually date

words: 5273

category: lots of fluff and minimal angst

author note: this is my submission for the aroha fic exchange! to whoever’s request this is, i hope you enjoy it!

– destinee

Originally posted by baeunwoo

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Who is the mole?

Wild speculation incoming.
Also: massive spoilers incoming for people who don’t read the manga (I’m putting anything post-season 1 under a cut).

Y’all know UA has a mole problem, yeah?
I’m far from the first to come up with a theory on this, but I’m happy to note that I did (I think) arrive upon a new suspect.

For context: after the villains attack UA, it becomes increasingly clear that someone in that school is a traitor. They’re either working for Shigaraki, or as a subsidiary of his ‘sensei’.
Deduction methods: I’m mostly going by elimination, Sherlock Holmes style. Also, I’m basing myself on the following classic narrative rule: If you’re going to have a traitor in the midst of your cast, you have to introduce them way before anyone knew there even was a traitor. If a writer goes 'oh, here’s our traitor, the person that showed up right before they got found out’, that is lame. Like… super lame and I give Horikoshi more credit than this. Dude put cameos of several characters in the very first chapter of the manga. He knows what he’s doing.

The villain invasion

Let’s start with the first time we see Shigaraki and his cronies in action (incidentally it is also the part where BnHA stops being a high school slice of life romp and starts getting Serious).
So, the invasion starts with an electrical cut-out, which shuts off the trespasser sensors. Then the villains use Kurogiri’s ability to flood in.
Straight off the bat, the following teachers are proven innocent, by virtue of nearly dying trying to protect the students:

  • Aizawa
  • Thirteen
  • All Might

The following are also out of the picture for really messing up Shigaraki’s plans. I mean. There is such a thing as acting to avert suspicion, but for a spy this probably goes too far:

  • Izuku (duh)
  • Todoroki, Bakugou and Kirishima
  • The five kids beating up/sabotaging Kurogiri at the entrance: Iida, Uraraka, Shoji, Sato and Sero (Ashido is present but doesn’t actually do anything).
  • I’m going to put Snipe on the Innocent List as well, for shooting the hell out of Shigaraki.

Right here, that’s like half of class 1-A in the innocent pile. Please note that I’m not taking off any of the other teachers that show up to Save the Day. That’s their job, you see. Not coming along to save the kids would make them suspicious.

People that are Highly Suspicious after this incident:

  • Aoyama and Hagakure: where they go tho?
  • Kaminari: because of the electric blast at the start. However, it is heavily suggested that the electric villain that captures him, Momo and Jirou is the one messing up the sensors.

 Extra thoughts:

  • The rescue mission exercise was a surprise. At least to the students of 1-A. This makes it less likely that the traitor is one of the class and more likely that they are faculty. Although any spy worth their salt could, of course, have snuck into the teacher’s office.
  • The villains, and this is a major point in Izuku’s water fight, don’t know the kid’s quirks. If the traitor is 1-A or, for that matter, someone who regularly teaches them, they should probably know them at least a little? They had that physical test and everything. Again, though, I can’t really rule them out because the info they gained from the test is vague at best, and they may not have had the time to relay it fully.

With that said, let’s go to the next incident.
Everything from this point is a Manga Spoiler, so please beware.

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Only 6 Months (CEO!Jungkook x Barista!OC) Part 1

Originally posted by allforbts


Summary: Who knew that pretending to be in love could create such chaos?

So I’ve been working on this story for so long, and I really hope that it is as good as I think it is ^^’ I literally rewrote half this story (it’s long, I already have 52,000 words written for it and I’m still not done) so I’m really happy to FINALLY start posting it. Ironically, I think it’s been 6 months since I started writing this xD)
Also, Jungkook is actually not a CEO in the story, he’s just the son of one and next in line to be the CEO.

Words: 3,300
Genre: Fluff, Drama, Future Angst sorta?

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> Masterlist <

“I don’t think so,” Jungkook laughed in disbelief, “what kind of rule is that?”

“You don’t have a choice, Jungkook.” his father’s voice rang through the corridor, shaking his head in annoyance.

Jimin and Hoseok stood behind Jungkook and looked at each other for a few seconds before Hoseok spoke up, “Sir, isn’t that deadline a little unrealistic?”

“Six months?” his father’s eyebrows raised, “I think that’s more than enough time. With his looks he could pick up any woman on the streets and she’d fall for him.”

“But any woman won’t be good enough,” Jungkook shook his head and took a deep breath, “You can’t put a time limit on finding the perfect woman.”

“You don’t need the perfect woman, you just need a wife,” his father shot, getting tired of the conversation, “Why do you think I married your mother?”

Jungkook’s patience was wearing thin and his glare was intensifying by the second, “I don’t want a marriage like yours. You two don’t love each other. She only married you for the money.”

“You have six months, Jungkook,” his father repeated, ending the conversation with no further discussion


“Can you believe that guy?” Jungkook mumbled as he threw his empty coke bottle in a trash can that they were passing by, “He expects me to find someone worth being with me in such a little amount of time?”

“Well…” Seokjin bit his lip for a second, “There are seven of us, so if we all go wife hunting, I’m sure we could find someone.”

Jungkook groaned, but most of the guys were agreeing with Seokjin, “I would rather just hire someone to marry me and then just divorce them when I find the right girl.”

Taehyung scrunched up his nose, “That sounds like a terrible plan. What if she denies getting divorced unless she’s paid a million or something? Or worse, your father won’t let you divorce her because it would hurt the company’s image.”

“But I don’t want to get married right now!” Jungkook was starting to get frustrated with his friends. He doesn’t want to be set up… and he certainly doesn’t really want to find a girl that just wants money. He couldn’t live with a woman that was like his mom. All she cares about is money.

“You could always go for an old friend or even one of our sisters or cousins if you had to.” Jimin suggested, but Yoongi’s eyebrows raised.

“My sister is off limits, though. I don’t want her to be the wife of a CEO.” he shook his head, taking a drink of his coke. The guys paused their conversation to walk inside the local coffee shop. It wasn’t a common hang out place, but it was the most private one that they knew of.

“I know that my cousin would marry you,” Namjoon offered, “She’s kinda liked you for a while. Don’t tell her I told you, though.”

Jungkook shook his head, “I’d rather not marry into anyone’s family. It would make things more complicated than it should be.”

Taehyung plopped down into a booth first as the others followed, “Well you’re low on time. You might be marrying into one of our families or just marrying a complete stranger.”

“Well,” Hoseok spoke up, “There’s always the internet.”

“No,” Jungkook shot that idea down, “I refuse to take to a sad dating website for a mate. I would rather marry Yoongi’s sister and have him kill me for doing so.”

Yoongi gave Jungkook a murderous look, “I’m glad you know your limits.”

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Impressive English Skills // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by defsouljb

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary; You’re a famous foreign celebrity. Jaebum has always had an undeniable crush on you - and upon GOT7 meeting you at the same interview, he manages to embarrass himself to hell and back.

A/N: Just a reminder that (Y/C) = Your Country and (Y/E/C) = Your Eye Colour :D

And can I just say that I woke up this morning to see our lovely Jaebum on V APP and I literally burst into tears. I’m so happy that he is recovering, but he will need to have more therapy before he returns to dancing. <3 Be strong Jaebum! You can do it!

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Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 11

Two chapters in one week! You may or may not be feeling lucky by the time you get done with this one. No amount of pleading or bribing will have me posting 12 sooner than next Thursday. Thank you @diversemediums and @outlandishchridhe for being such wonderful collab partners on this!

Catch up on chapter 10 HERE

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Stripped (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2190
Warnings: None, language maybe? It’s fluff right now I guess, eventual smut so NSFW 18+ please!

Summary: You are a SHIELD agent working undercover in a strip club whose owner is involved with organized crime. When you find out he might be in talks with HYDRA Bucky is brought in to help.

A/N: So this is the first fic I wrote. I was too shy to post it here at first but @marvelous-fvcks gave me some encouragement, so thank you! :) The whole thing is on ao3 but I’ll be posting the chapters every other day or so. Thanks for reading!

You impatiently wait for your coffee to finishing brewing. You slump over the countertop pressing your aching, heavy head on the cool granite. You’ve had less than 3 hours of sleep and you really regret having to be up right now. You struggle to keep your tired eyes open. You shuffle your way towards the cabinet and grab a large mug, pouring your much needed boost of liquid energy.

For the last few months you’ve been working undercover for SHIELD. You work nights at a local strip club; waking up in the early afternoon and usually passing out as the sun begins to rise. You are good at being undercover. You can seamlessly blend in to new scenarios but your eyes and ears are always open. If anyone asked why you began stripping your back story is that your ex trashed your credit before dumping you and you needed to make some cash quickly to pay your debt. Your new boss, Anthony Martucci had given you the slower nights to start. When he saw the amount of private dances you were booking he adjusted your schedule. Prime nights meant prime clients and that is exactly why you were there.

The Martucci family is notorious in the world of organized crime. SHIELD began investigating them when some associates of theirs were found smuggling weapons that bared a strong resemblance to old HYDRA weapons from the 1940s. It took some time to get Anthony to trust you but your patience paid off. He let you into his private office, a privilege only a few girls have had. He liked the way you mixed his drinks but even more so, he loved watching you make them. He was handsy every now and then and you were thankful he never took it too far. A few nights ago you were in his office when you heard the magic word… HYDRA. His associate was talking louder than he intended thanks to your potent cocktails. He mentioned a contact would be coming to the club soon for business.  

You told your director what you overheard and she went right to work making arrangements for a suitable partner to help now that HYDRA has been confirmed. This is why you were awake at this ungodly hour. Bucky Barnes is on his way to the apartment you’ve been living in while on assignment. Yawning again, you pour another cup of coffee. You look at the clock and see almost an hour has passed. You wish you knew he was going to be late so you could have slept a little longer. Feeling the hunger pang of your mostly empty stomach you pour a bowl of cereal and begin to eat. You sit at the counter staring mindlessly at your tablet, catching up on some reading, while your hand robotically brings the spoon to the bowl and back up to your mouth and down again. You were zoned out and unaware that a key was put in the front door, the knob turning. You were caught off guard as the front door opened and Bucky walked in.

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New York // Part 1

hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b


Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a plane to get somewhere else in the world.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment and time but I’m only telling you the truth.

And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was in right now.

My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.

Harry: you’re still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous

Harry: oh crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon hopefully. love you x

A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised when I saw her messages.

Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact name and called her.

“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?” she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she flooded me with her questions.

But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general. 

“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.

“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”

“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk on the phone.”

“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”

“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m not gonna do anything while in New York.”

“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an important member of the company she worked with.

While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?

Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.


Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.

When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of panic which was starting to build up within me.

I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the tickets.

Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.

Me: hii, I’m here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you see you soon x

To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I saw his message pop right up.

Harry: good thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the airport

Me: wait what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx

Harry: get up your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the sliding glass doors

I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the airport.

The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.

Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door, the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my eyes.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion taking over me completely.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled it behind myself.

I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely saw it all happening from one of the cars.

I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was shaking my head and grinning like crazy.

This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.

“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a few people look at us.

His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.

He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.

“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure sarcasm.

“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he laughed quietly.

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in his arms.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.

“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit that we were still out in the public.

Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got in the passenger seat at the front.

Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and starting the car right away.

“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna come or should I take you to mine first?”

“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.”


And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and hunger both doing my head in.

“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.

“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”

“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”

“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle Harry and sleep. And food of course.

“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”

“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”


It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of his.

Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.

Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed, slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.

In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.

Alright, I dunno what’s messing up my posts… :,,,v but I took precaution and took a picture :3 Anyway, here is the original post… exactly like it was supposed to be uploaded:))

Hello, and thank you very much for your request. It’s great! I sometimes get those moments too ( where I’m feeling clingy, y'know :,v) so I guess it’s kinda relatable??? Welp, hope you enjoy guys!! <3

1 year. You had been together 1 year, and until now, you were sure everything was going great. Although it had taken time for Todoroki to get past your shy personality, you eventually became comfortable with each other and could talk about absolutely everything. That was until you heard two fellow classmates talking about your relationship. How they thought that you were a little too clingy towards Todoroki, and that you were often a burden to him during gatherings and social events.

You weren’t supposed to be hearing, of course, and even though it wasn’t stated directly at you, it hurt… It was not their intention to do so, but it did. It never even crossed your mind, but thinking about it… maybe you were too clingy. He ate lunch at your table, instead of at his friends’, spent the weekend with you, studied with you… wow. Thinking about it, it seemed as if you had forced him to be with you all the time.

When you were just friends it was different, it was obvious, and evidently, people had picked up on that. But, did he think the same way?

The ringing of the school bell disrupted your thoughts. Lunch time.

You decided to not give it any more thought. It was only someone’s opinion. So, as usual, you sat with your boyfriend.

“You seem quiet, is something bothering you?” He asked while inching closer. Usually, you wouldn’t react to it, the both of you had become more affectionate towards each other, and this was just normal, being close. However, you backed away. Both consciously and unconsciously.

“Uh… yeah. Everything is alright ”
You tried giving him a reassuring smile, but it didn’t convince him. He knew you, and you were clearly lying.

“I know something’s up [name]. I can see it in your face. Now spill.” There he was, asking about your issues, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak! It was embarrassing to say the least. So you made up another lie.

“Well, now that you noticed, I am worried about the test, maybe it’s best if I study,” yeah, that should work, you were often worried about school, so it was believable. But… perhaps you could use this to give him some space. “ all week. Someone is already tutoring me. So don’t worry about that” you smiled a more believable smile this time. And he bought it.

“Alright, good luck with it” he took your hand and smiled before giving you a peck on the cheek. You were so lucky to be with him. That’s more the reason why you should give him a little space for himself, to have fun and hang with the guys. So you gave him one last reassuring squeeze and retired your plate.

After classes you headed to your room and plopped yourself on the bed. You didn’t know it could feel this relaxing, and your pillow had just the right amount of fluffiness. For some strange reason, bad thoughts came to your mind. Again.

You began thinking about your relationship with Todoroki. Both of you shared a sweet and innocent love you wouldn’t trade for anything in the universe. He was your world, hope, and light. And if you had to change a little bit about you for his sake, there was no doubt you’d do it. Without noticing, warm tears began streaming down your gentle face. Sobbing came later… were you annoying? Was your relationship as great as you thought or were you just delusional? You cried and cried, until a gentle knock was heard.

“Hey, [name]. It’s me. You left your notebook at my room. Thought you might need it” It was Todoroki, you could hear his voice clearly through the door.

You dashed to the bathroom and cleaned yourself up as quickly as you could, your eyes still notably red from the crying. Still, you had to open.

“Uh, yeah, coming.” You shouted in a singsong voice.

You open the door and encountered his tired eyes, notebook in hand.

“I don’t mean to be rude but mind if I come in?” He asked. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t deny him the entrance. So you let him.

“Look, I didn’t want to discuss it in the hallway but clearly something IS bothering you” he put a loud emphasis on the ‘is’. “ I mean, your eyes tell me you’ve been crying!” He raised his voice, which was a very weird sight, even for you.

“Oh” you laughed a little “ it’s just some allergies, y'know, because of spring? Don’t mind them”

A pair of soft hands reached your own and pulled you towards Todoroki as he sat on the edge of your bed.

“I can see you are hurting. I don’t know why, but you are. You have me, you can talk to me. It hurts me too, and I can’t bear watching you like this. So, do me a favor and speak to me so that I can help you.” His voice was desperate, yet calm. He was genuinely concerned about you.

You sat down beside him. And spoke your mind. After that, he ran his fingers through your hair comfortingly, and embraced you tightly. You could feel his warmth and his hair lightly tickling the side of your face.

“If I thought you were clingy… do you think I’d like to spend most of my time with you? It is my decision to do so, so you can be sure I enjoy every second I spend with you. And what other people think is there problem. Alright?” He held your face gently and showed you a shy smile. “Now let me show you how much I love you” he began tickling you, making you laugh and let out all your worries while tenderly kissing every bit of your face.

You could be sure you loved him, and he loved you back.

Creepypasta #1225: There Was A Locked Door In My Hotel Room

Length: Long

I have a career that’s only made possible by current technology. As a millennial with a bachelor’s degree, I found work outside of fast food, scarce, so I created my own business. Essentially, I run an Instagram account that works as advertisement. I travel, go to parties and festivals, and take pictures of myself wearing products and patronizing businesses that have paid me to do so. I know that it’s only really viable while I’m young and attractive, but I’m saving up a ton of money for my future and I love the opportunity to visit far off places for free.

On my most recent trip, I headed to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. I was supposed to stay in a five star hotel in the city, but when I arrived I was told that there was an electrical issue and that there was no power. I was offered a full refund on my hotel room. However, as I didn’t pay for the room, it wasn’t of much use to me. I used my phone to browse other local hotels, planning on using my numerous airline miles to pay for it, but nothing was available due to the festivities. The concierge gave me the information for a few smaller motels in the area that might have availability.

The brochure for the Orsyla hotel showed a gorgeous building that was a lot older than the places I usually stayed. I called and spoke to the proprietor who seemed thrilled at the prospect of having a guest. Tired from my trip and not having many more options, I grabbed an uber and headed to the hotel.

The outside was breathtaking - a Victorian style manor, painted a charming mint green with black and cream gingerbread accents. Although I spend quite a bit of time in five or four star hotels, I love the quaintness of classical architecture. My disappointment with losing out on my suite faded as I entered the Orsyla.

Inside, the lobby had an old Hollywood feel, contrasting with the rounded pillars and turrets, where the style was much more boxy. The floor was checkered with diagonal tiles, black and white, sharp red features finding their way into both the lobby seating and the paneling on the walls. At the counter stood a middle aged woman, whose style of dress matched the decor perfectly. She shined like a twenties Hollywood starlet in an ankle-length, silk dress with a flattened neckline. Her hair was rolled into soft curls around her aging face, a jeweled headband topping her off like a Christmas tree.

I made my way to the counter with haste, eager to lie down for the evening. The woman introduced herself as Lady Elizabeth, an air of sophistication surrounding her as she spoke. She was every bit as hospitable as she was on the phone, stating that most of her clients were older people and locals, and that she was pleased to have a beautiful young woman staying the night. She even took my photo with an old Polaroid camera, stating that it was for the brochure. I’ll admit that I was flattered and quite charmed, making a mental note to make an Instagram post in the morning to give her some free publicity.

We made our way up the main staircase and down a long hallway to a large suite, not as large as I was used to but still bigger than the average hotel room. Entering the room, I threw my bag atop the enormous bed’s rippling silk covers and thanked Lady Elizabeth. As she left, I changed out of my traveling clothes and into some yoga pants and a tee-shirt, eager to relax. The jet lag had me ready for an early night, even though my adventurous spirit longed to roam the city.

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February 19th, 2019

Haven’t written in my blog for a while but I felt like now was a good time to start it up again. You see, the strangest thing happened to me.I received a Valentine’s card in the post six days ago. A Valentine’s card from my three year old daughter. A Valentine’s card in a red envelope. It had little love heart stickers dotted all over it and pink glitter spelling out my name.Now Rosie’s pretty smart ( for a three year old). Even Sherlock thinks she has masses of potential. He tells me that all the time. However, she still hasn’t mastered the art of formally posting a letter. She also doesn’t usually address me as John. Someone therefore had to have helped her to make and post the Valentine’s card in question. The list of suspects for me to choose from was very limited.

Mrs Hudson

The Pope
The Queen

This is the order I questioned them in. Just joking….I never bothered asking Mycroft.

Every one of the real suspects provided good reasons/alibis as to why it wasn’t them. All except one.

Can you guess which one?

When I got round to questioning suspect number four, he ( like the rest of them) was adamant that it simply wasn’t him. He casually suggested that it must have been ‘Hudders’ and she’d just forgotten in her old age. Well, he actually blamed something else entirely but I don’t want to repeat that here! Let’s just say he blamed her pressure point and leave it at that! Anyway, after Sherlock started frantically finger pointing in everyone else’s direction, I knew for definite that it was him.So I lied to him.I lied to the worlds only consulting detective and he fell for it hook, line and sinker. I told him that I had Greg (Lestrade) run the card for fingerprints. His face! His actual face when I said that! He actually asked me if Rosie’s finger prints were in the police system! When I started laughing he didn’t join in. He was being serious.

When I think about it, I don’t know why I asked the others first. It should have been obvious who helped Rosie from the moment the postman handed me the card. Sherlock’s always doing arts and crafts with her. He secretly loves glitter. Mrs Hudson is forever moaning about the amounts of glitter being sucked up into the good Hoover. Sometimes I’ll get in after a long hard shift at the surgery and when I enter Baker Street, there they are, my daughter and the ‘mad man’, lying there on the sofa, sprawled out, their exhausted sleeping faces caked in all the sparkling colours of the rainbow.

The last time Rosie and Sherlock had the paints out, Mycroft had shown up unexpectedly. Rosie accidentally tipped a red paint pot over his fancy shoes and Sherlock gave her a biscuit as a reward. When Rosie toddled over to Mycroft with the splatter painting she had made and offered it to him ( her version of a sincere apology) Sherlock just glared at him until Mycroft reluctantly accepted it. Sherlock took his hesitation as a personal insult to my daughter’s artistic abilities. God help Rosie’s future teachers! I could only laugh as Sherlock demanded that his brother leave, whilst mumbling something under his breath about the painting being better than some of the pretentious rubbish Mycroft had on his walls at home. Funny because it’s actually true!

Anyway, you might still be wondering what happened after my finger print lie forced a confession from Sherlock.He was affronted about the whole situation obviously. Couldn’t look me in the eye. I was (admittedly) being quite wicked about the whole thing.I really enjoyed making him squirm. However, as he gradually became more uncomfortable, I almost felt bad…almost…

I asked him why he had written John on the front of the card. He looked at me with utter confusion before stating that it was in actual fact my name and what else would he possibly have put.When I reminded him that Rosie’s name for me is dad, he looked even more affronted.When I questioned him on his use of pink glitter he became incredulous.These were his actual words…direct quote……

“Really, John! Can you give your daughter no credit for this situation? It was the colour she chose when I asked her to pick one for you. She also helped me sprinkle it. If you don’t believe me then have Gavin dust the glitter tube for fingerprints.Surely, as my willing accomplice, Rosie must take her share of the blame in this!I don’t know why this has grown into such a big issue.Why this card annoys you so much. It was meant to make you smile. You have been so sad recently and I concluded it was because you missed having companionship in your life, as you stopped dating after Mary and it’s been three years.I researched this extensively before deciding on the best course of action.A card on an occasion like this, from ones child, is meant to make the recipient feel valued, appreciated and loved.It is not meant to make them launch a full scale inquiry!Does it disturb you because I made an error and wrote John?I’m sorry for the Freudian slip but perhaps I was trying to remind you that Rosie is not the only person left on this earth that deeply loves and values you.”

Amazing that he can remember what he says word for word really,otherwise I couldn’t have put this in the blog. I was too busy having a complete moment of clarity/internal crisis , to pay full attention to what he was saying.There he was, standing there pleading his case like an accused would to the jury, and all I could think about was that he had just admitted how much he loved and valued me.

It worried me that he actually thought I was viewing the whole situation negatively. He couldn’t see how absolutely moved I was that he’d taken the time to help my daughter do something like that for me. Nobody else had even thought of doing that. For all of their goodness, friendship and humanity, not one of my other friends realised that I was getting to a point were I actually needed to be reminded that I was loved. Not one person except Sherlock Holmes understood that.

Sherlock was standing there giving his big drama queen spiel and all I could think about, was if he knew exactly how much he was loved and valued. Did he know that everything he had done ( particularly in the last three years) was appreciated. The man who stayed up all night and shot holes in the wall, was now ( mostly) going to bed at reasonable hours so he could get up and give Rosie her breakfast in the morning if I had to work a nightshift. The man who had eyeballs in his fridge and forensic slides everywhere, suddenly had spaces full of stuffed toys in his living room and he had willingly put them there.The man who would spend hours on his science of deduction website was now cutting it short to watch YouTube videos about sewing, cooking and how to do braiding, buns and French plaits.I suddenly, in that moment, needed him to know how much he was appreciated for all of that. The only problem with that plan was that there was no time to find the pink glitter and Rosie was down for her afternoon nap. So I had to improvise. I had been moving steadily closer to him during his rant and was mere inches from him when insanity finally took over.

I kissed him.

My lips merged with his, my arms wrapped around his back and I clung on for dear life, fearing that this would be the one and only time I would be permitted to completely open myself up and to show this man exactly what he meant to me. To show him the depth of feeling that he could stir in me at the most unexpected of moments.

As the lustful haze from my wreck less decision cleared, and just before the guilt of my actions began to form, I fully expected to be pushed away and reprimanded for selfishly violating him and his trust.I expected to be looked at indifferently and told in no uncertain terms that he was still married to his work. I did not expect his hands to find their way to my neck, or his tongue to be the one to push itself into my mouth. I imagined the noises from him to be protests rather than the guttural and raw moans of my name filling my ears in bursts of pink glitter. I never expected his body to be completely receptive to my touch and willing to press itself so intimately and tightly against my own. I expected it to be over in 30 seconds, not reaching well over five minutes of nervous fumbling and slow caresses.

When we finally did manage to prise ourselves apart, the room was filled with stunned silence. Neither of us had saw this coming. We spent a good five mins just catching our breaths and staring at one another, trying to work out how we had ended up at this point. It was Sherlock who broke the silence first. He started laughing.He was laughing the way he had done in our very first night together. It felt surreal.It wasn’t the time for laughing, not really.We were the dearest of friends. Our lives together and what we did with them mattered to a great many people. We had just decided to gamble with those lives and things weren’t ever going to be the same again. How could they be? No matter how much we would try and convince ourselves, we had just drew a very final line under the last ten years. What happened from now on would be a new beginning. It had to be. I didn’t feel like laughing was the appropriate response to that. Confusion and being scared shitless was the appropriate response to that. However, Sherlock’s laughter filled the room around us.It was infectious.I began to laugh as well.It was ridiculous.We should have been talking.We should have been working through what just happened.Instead we were standing in the kitchen of 221B Baker Street laughing our heads off.We had nearly ripped the clothes from each other’s backs, that how passionate we had gotten only ten mins before, and now we were standing at a distance with our laughs mingling in the air between us.

We didn’t have the talk that night.

Mrs Hudson appeared to tell us that Lestrade had tried to phone several times but there was no answer. That’s when the laughing quickly stopped. The game was on. We could never discuss this whilst the game was on.

Two days later and the case was solved.We still hadn’t talked about what happened in our kitchen.I went straight to the clinic after we left the crime scene and Sherlock agreed to go home and see to Rosie.It was a further 16 hours before I entered Baker Street again.

A similar and comforting sight met me when I emerged from the entrance of the flat into the living room.There was Sherlock lying sprawled on the couch, cradling Rosie in his arms.Face full of glitter.Faint scratch on his neck from were I had clawed a bit too possessively two nights before. The scene felt normal and abnormal all at the same time.

I made my way into the kitchen and was met with a tea tray of biscuits, a vase with a single red rose and a red envelope with dad/John written on it.Intrigued, I opened it and this is what was inside…

Dear Dad,

Sherlock helped me to make the last card because he felt that it was very important that you know how much I love and appreciate you. I think that you are the most wonderful father and that you have a very fetching name.Thats why I asked him to help me sprinkle it in pink glitter on the card.
However, this card is not from me. I am just helping Sherlock write it because he’s useless with feelings. After discussing it with him, I’ve come to the conclusion that he is completely in love with you. Has been for years.He was just too scared to admit it to himself up until now.He wants to spend the rest of his life with you. He doesn’t want to waste anymore time. He knows this changes everything and he’s glad of it.Quite frankly ( if you want my opinion and Hudders opinion regarding this situation) you’ve been living with one another for years anyway, so you both might as well get some sex from this situation. What do you say?

Love Rosie x

P.s if you agree to this then come into the living room and wake Sherlock up with a kiss.

I started laughing again.I started laughing again and then I kissed him.

Why have I bothered to tell you all this? It’s not a real case after all.So why have I chosen this very intimate story about our lives together, to be the first thing I’ve blogged about for years? Well, It’s because I think it’s about time that the world knew the secret that’s been kept for a very long time. The Secret of Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes is so much more than the legend that’s been built up around him by myself and the media.The Valentine’s story is a symbol of who he really is.The heart as well as the brain. Not a freak, not a sociopath. Sherlock Holmes is the man who commands the whole of Scotland Yard one moment and then covers himself in pink glitter the next, all because my daughter demands it. Sherlock Holmes is the man who prides himself on being the smartest person in the room, but will mortify himself at the drop of a hat, all to show me that I am loved.

That’s who he really is.

I am so grateful that is who he really is.

I love him because that is who he really is.


“What do you think?

Sherlock had been perched on the seat next to John the whole time he was reading his blogger’s newest creation. The only indication of how affected he was came from the roughness of his voice when he finally decided to reply.

“Thank you John.Thank you.Though always remember that I would be nothing without my blogger.”

Sherlock bent down and kissed John on the head before deciding to speak again.

“You know you can’t actually post it though, don’t you.”

John shut the laptop over and sat it next to them on the couch.He turned to Sherlock and worryingly pulled the younger man’s hand into his own.

“Why not?”

Sherlock began to slowly run his fingers up and down John’s wrist as he traced circles on his skin.It reminded him of all the times previously that their hands had touched.In friendship, tragedy, anger and love. He was eventually pulled out of his thoughts by the soldier who was nervously licking his lips whilst impatiently staring at him.

“Mary was right, John .Who we really are, doesn’t matter. Not to them.Not to the ones outside Baker Street that read about our cases and sit in our client’s chairs.The only people it matters to are us, our friends and our Rosie.What you have just written is truly wonderful to me but …”

“it’s private…”

“Yes, John…”

“Okay, Sherlock. Okay.I won’t publish it.”

John lifted his laptop, opened the tab and began typing a sentence before clicking a button on the computer that allowed the draft copy of his blog to start printing. It was now Sherlock’s turn to wait patiently for John to explain what he was doing.

“Before I delete it from existence, I’m firstly going to print it out, frame it and put it in our bedroom. For our eyes only.It’s my valentine’s gift to you.”

Sherlock excitedly pulled the paper from the printer and couldn’t help but notice an obvious change to the piece that he had read only moments before.

“You changed the title, John”

“Yes. Seemed more fitting.”

“The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes.That might be your best case title yet, John!”

John grabbed Sherlock by the hand and began leading him towards their bedroom.

“Let’s go pick a spot for this.”

“Could take a while, Doctor Watson.There are a few positions I would like to test out

‘Oh,believe me, I’m counting on that, Mr.Holmes.”

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Insight on a Drunken Bird

Oscar could describe Qrow Branwen’s training sessions in one word: HELL.

The former farm boy collapsed onto the bed in the room he shared with Qrow (Ruby and the others having their own room to share), feeling as if his bruises had bruises and any feeling he had of his legs evaporated as soon as he hit the mattress.

The drunken man simply waved the kid off as he headed towards the door. “I’m off to get a drink. Try not to die or throw up on the carpeting while I’m gone.”

Oscar didn’t even see the man leave, simply content to hear the door shut behind him.

Which left him to groan on his own. “I HATE him!”

Now, you don’t mean that. Or at least aside from Ozpin in his head.

“Yes I do, and I’m pretty sure its mutual considering the day I just had! And everything up until now.”

Well, I won’t deny that there isn’t truth in that. The problem is you’re not originally a fighter and Qrow has practically fought his whole life just to stay alive. And with you as my successor and the short amount time we have, it’s just a frustrating situation.

“Yeah, well, I’m not you.”

He felt a kind of weary mental acknowledgement from the old man in his mind. No, you’re not. You’re your own person. And Qrow knows that, even if he doesn’t like to admit it.

Oscar sighed. leaning back into the mattress. “I wonder….”

Then there’s how you are with Jaune, Ren, Nora, and especially Ruby.

“Yeah, and I thought my Aunt was protective of me when I was younger. Kind of made it hard to make friends.” A twinge of regret entered his mind as he wondered how she was doing with him gone. She must be frantic.

It’s…not quite that simple.

Oscar would sat up if he had the energy so he only asked further. “What do you mean?”

I can’t claim to know everything that goes on in Qrow’s mind, but after knowing him many years I can venture a guess. When he looks at you, he sees a living reminder of his failures and his regrets.

Oscar’s eyes blinked a few times in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

You’ve seen enough of my memories that I don’t think I need to explain everything, so I’ll just give you what you need to know presently. Calling Team STRQ’s current situation complicated is an understatement to say the least. Summer was the one who really kept those three together and when she died, anything that could have been fixed was irreparably broken. If not for Yang and Ruby, I’m pretty sure at least one of those three would be dead by another’s hands by now.

Oscar grimaced. "Okay, that’s kind of messed up, but that doesn’t explain anything.“

You’ve gotten along pretty well with Jaune, Ren, and Nora; Jaune especially. Ruby is only a temporary member for them, I get the feeling she’ll reunite with her team soon enough. But you…you click with them very well, it’s like you four are a team already. I think Qrow sees you four and it makes him miss what he once had.

Oscar sighed a bit, his aches not as bad as it was a few minutes ago. "Okay….I can kind of understand that.”

Then there’s your obvious feelings for Miss Rose.

“I thought you disapproved.”

I still do, but I can’t do anything about how you feel for her. Besides, I….technically have no right to judge you in regards to loving someone.

“Another memory of yours you're suppressing from me?”

That is another story for another day. The point is you and Ruby have very strong feelings for each other and in any other circumstances I would have bet on you two.

An incredulous tone crept into the young man’s voice as he answered. “I still can’t believe you and the other teachers at Beacon have a betting pool on whether students will end up together or not.”

I have won quite a bit of Lien because of that pool, but that's off topic. To make a long explanation very short, let’s just say you’re not the only person to fall very hard and very fast for someone with a very noticeable cloak and pretty silver eyes.

It took about five seconds for that sentence to sink in. “Oh.”

Then it really snapped in Oscar’s mind as past memories of Qrow came up. “OHHH….so wait, you mean…?’

Yes, though just to be clear if you say anything about it, Qrow really WILL try to kill you. Or at least find a way for you to never speak again. Especially to Ruby.

"GREAT. Why tell me all this?”

I just don’t want you to hate Qrow for something that isn’t either of your faults. It’s not fair to judge someone entirely without knowing the full story.

Oscar sighed. “I guess you might be right. Doesn’t mean I’m happy with all these bruises.”

A knock on the door cut off any response Ozpin might have made. Feeling less sore, Oscar got up from the bed and opened the door to find Ren and Nora standing there, arms full with sugary snacks and drinks. “Oh hey guys, what’s up?”

Nora cheerily answered. “Well, we were kind of flipping around the channels earlier and apparently there’s this awesome action adventure romance about to come on and we wanted to know if you wanted to watch it with us. You know, kind of a break from your training.”

Ren calmly spoke then. “According to Ruby and Jaune, it’s a must see. Unless of course, you’d rather not…”

Oscar shook his head, a smile coming to his face. “Sounds cool. I could use something to get my mind off it all for a while. Besides, Qrow went out and probably won’t be back until tomorrow so I’m all up for hanging out with you guys.”

Nora exclaimed happily. “Great! Let’s go then!”

The hyper girl turned to walk fastly back to her room while Ren and Oscar followed behind her with a smile, the farm boy also smiling inwardly at these brief normal interactions without the fate of the world on his shoulders.

Wow, this was something I didn’t expect to do again. I do most of my these kind of musings of FanFiction.Net. Not really a tumblr user. Not that good of an ending though.

Oscar as the newest member of Team JNPR. YES. Also, am a fan of Summer x Qrow. And Ozpin has secrets.

I’ve had more than a few ideas on what my next big story should be involving RWBY. Maybe I’ll post them another day.

Lloyd Garmadon Headcanons

My headcanons for The Child™ Lloyd, as requested by that anon who asked who my favorite Ninjago character was.

Bear with me on some of these because I’ve only watched up to the end of S5 (they don’t have anything past that on Netflix) and I dunno much about the later seasons past Hands of Time involving some serious timeline bullshit of Homestuckian proportions.

  • Sometimes he has nightmares where his dad is accusing him of betraying him and yelling at him for sending him to the Cursed Realm. He wakes up sobbing and usually with a lightbulb blown because his powers surged while he was dreaming.
  • The first time he ever kills someone, he doesn’t think much of it at the time. But when the reality of what he did sets in after the adrenaline fades, he locks himself in his room for a week and refuses to talk to anyone. He’s never really the same afterwards.
  • He hates it when people treat him like a child, but he also hates being given too much adult responsibility.
    • “Kai I don’t care if I was 10 when I met you I’m mentally a teenager dammit don’t treat me like I’m little.”

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