it was just sitting there not doing anything anyway

5 ways the signs say “I Love You”

Aries

“I’ll wait.”

“Just because.”

“It looks good on you.”

“You can have half.”

“ I want you to have this.”



Taurus

“We can share.”

“I made your favourite.”

“Drive safely.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“I’ll help you study”



Gemini

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“Stay over.”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“Wow.”



Cancer

“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look”

“Don’t cry”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“I made reservations”

“Go back to sleep.”



Leo

“No no, it’s my treat.”

“It brings out your eyes.”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“I’ll pick you up from the airport”

“No reason.”



Virgo

“You can borrow mine.”

“I made this for you.”

“You’re important too.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“Can I kiss you?”



Libra

“Sit down i’ll get it.”

“ Is this okay?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Sorry. I’m late”



Scorpio

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyways.”

“After you.”

“Call me when you get home.”

“ I don’t mind.”

“I’ll meet you half way.”



Sagittarius

“Can I hold your hand?”

“I like your laugh.”

“Do you want to come too?”

“ I noticed.”

“It can wait until tomorrow



Capricorn

“That’s okay. I bought two.”

“We’ll figure it out”

“I picked these for you.”

“I was in the neighbourhood”

“I’ll walk you home.”



Aquarius

“I dreamt about you last night.”

“Well what do you want to do?”

“It’s two sugars right?”

“Stay there I’m coming to get you.”

“ What do you want to watch first?”



Pisces

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“It reminded me of you.”

“Try some.”

“I did the dishes.”

“ You can tell me anything.”


I found the ways to say I love you from http://p0ck3tf0x.tumblr.com

SKAM S04E08 Clip 5 - Hope you have room

SANA: I’ve tried to write something.

CHRIS: To them?

SANA: Yes.

CHRIS: What did you write?

SANA: I wrote.. Hi. In the 9th grade, there was a social worker who told me I had an anger issue. I thought: Fuck her, she doesn’t understand shit. Because.. she didn’t understand shit. But now I’m wondering if she maybe was right. Because I am angry. I’m angry because I’m not Muslim enough and no matter what I do, I’m never Norwegian enough. And I’m not Moroccan enough and I’m not chill enough, not pretty enough. I’m angry because I made it so important to fit in on a russ bus. I’m angry because I don’t fit in anywhere. Because I always get angry and fuck up, but most of all I’m sad because it influenced you. Because that bus is not important to me. It’s not important to me to be muslim enough, or if I fit in with Moroccans or Norwegians.

[Because that bus is not important to me. It’s not important to me to be muslim enough, or if I fit in with Moroccans or Norwegians.

As long as I belong with you guys. The biggest losers in school.

I’m sorry for what I’ve done, I don’t give a shit if I’m expelled, just please, forgive me.

Sana]

[TO CHRIS: Are you coming?]

SARA: Do you know if they’re coming?

SANA: I think they’re coming.

INGRID: Because it’s a bit meaningless without them. Everyone here agree we won’t report it to the school?

SARA: You agree too, right? Did anyone have their last class with them or something?

GIRLS: No.

GIRL1: I saw Eva during the break, at least.

INGRID: They haven’t written to you or anything?

SANA: No.

INGRID: Maybe you could try calling them?

[Hey, you’ve reached Chris. I can’t pick up the phone right now, sorry..]

[Hey, you’ve reached Chris. I can’t..]

INGRID: But do you think Eva and Vilde wanted to report it to the school?

SANA: I don’t know.

SARA: But they haven’t said anything about it?

INGRID: But they understand that if they do that, we have to tell them why we made the Vilde account and that’ll influence you too.

SANA: I think they understand that.

INGRID: But seriously, how long are we supposed to be bothered with sitting here? It doesn’t seem like they’re coming.

GIRL1: There’s no point in sitting here..

GIRL2: What time is it anyway?

GIRL3: Ten to half past..

SARA: Should we just leave, you guys?

GIRLS: Yeah, let’s go.

[INCOMPREHENSIBLE CHATTER]

SARA: Let’s go.

THE GIRL SQUAD: SANA!!! SANA!! SANA!! SANA!! COME ON!! Look what we got!!

[YELLING]

SANA: Where did you get this? Was it you?

VILDE: IF YOU FUCK WITH SANA, YOU FUCK WITH US!

NOORA: Bye, bitches!

EVA: Bitches!

[MORE YELLING]

  • ---Outside Keith's Room---
  • Lance: Hey, Keith? Buddy, you in there?
  • Keith: Go away Lance.
  • Lance: //Enters anyway//
  • ---Inside Keith's Room---
  • Keith: I don't want to talk Lance, just leave me alone ok?
  • Lance: Hey, nobody's seen you since breakfast, who said anything about talking? I came to make sure you hadn't died or something.
  • Keith: ....
  • Lance: But we could always talk since I'm here now anyway. //Sits on the bed//
  • Keith: Lance-
  • Lance: C'mon man, everyone's worried about you. You barely show your face around the castle, and whenever you do you avoid everyone like you're on some kind of stealth mission.
  • Keith: //Scoffs// Nobody is worried about me, and I'm not avoiding everyone... I just...
  • Lance: //Frowns// Keith, we're a team, if you're upset, we all feel it. The whole team's out of whack. Just talk to me - despite what Pidge might have told you, I am great with feelings and junk.
  • Keith: I don't - It's just - Ugh, it's just easier not to see everyone judging me, and hating me if I'm not around them, ok?! I don't care what you say, I've seen the way they look at me - and I look normal now, but what if it gets worse? What if I do start going purple? Or I sprout fur or something stupid like that. How would they look at me then? I'd be just another Galra....... Lance, I don't think I should be on the team anymore.
  • Lance: Wait what? Are you kidding! You think you should be off the team? The team that the Red Lion chose you for? That's crazy! Keith, you've saved everyone's butts loads of times, what would we do without you? How would we form Voltron? And you know, keep the universe safe?
  • Keith: You'd find someone else-
  • Lance: There is no one else Keith! *You're* the Red Paladin. So what if you're Galra? ... Well, sure, there's the whole being a member of the race that's 'trying to take over the universe, destroy entire civilisations and trying to kill us all the time' thing but-
  • Keith: Great, that makes me feel much better.
  • Lance: Well when I say it like that it sounds bad, but that's not all you are. You're Keith first, before any of all that. It's just been a bit of a shock - it's raw you know? Everyone will come to terms with it, trust me... Like I don't know if you've noticed, but Hunk's pretty much got an alien girlfriend
  • Keith: What?
  • Lance: Sure, nobody's judging. And we've all seen Shiro's badass glowing arm thing - also Galra I might add. Does it make us think any less of him? No way! And I'm also convinced Pidge is part computer, I just don't have any proof yet.
  • Keith: //Smiles//
  • Lance: Allura's probably gonna take a little longer than the rest of us, but she's still hurting, and hey, she's like over 10,000 years old, she just needs to get with the times. Like, Galra Keith? Whatever, am I right?
  • Keith: ...... //Chuckles// Thanks Lance.
  • Lance: So don't worry, just come back to the team, we miss you. We've all got our little hang ups and stuff, so it's ok
  • Keith: Yeah, everyone except you - you're perfect
  • Lance: Uh-
  • Keith: - ! //Flustered//
  • Lance: //Flustered as hell//

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For the pallet challenge, can you do Boyf riends in Eternity?

//Thanks for the request! anyways pls keep in mind idk anything abt stars and constellations I just added 3 of my faves aa

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Casual affair

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing, casual dirty talking? 

Summary: A casual thing becomes regular, there’s one rule only: No strings attached.

A/N: Inspired in P!ATD’s Casual Affair. A lot of sex comes under the cut. Feedback is love, feedback is life.


Originally posted by nooodle07

Hey, a casual affair
that could go anywhere
and only for tonight

You looked around you and prayed for the door to not creak as it tended to do. You sneaked inside and the sight made you smile wickedly. The God of Mischief was lying on his bed with the light of his side table on and a grin that matched yours.

In a split second, and by means of his magic you thought, he was already overpowering you and keeping you in place between the cold door and his also cold body. His breath brushed your lips, and his emerald-green eyes pierced all the way to your soul.

“I’ve missed you, princess” he growled, keeping his mouth just millimeters away from yours, “so, so much…”

“Why keeping me waiting, then?” You retorted.

He snickered mischievously, and what you thought was going to be rough, was completely gentle. His lips pressed against your own and his hands moving along the curves of your frame were soft and they lingered on your skin as if they didn’t want to let you go. You felt him sighing in joy when he found an uncovered spot of skin.

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Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 5)

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- Knuckles Playlist


“Calum!” you call after walking into the kitchen, spraying cleaner on the counter and drying it down with a rag. “It’s your turn to take the garbage out.”

“One second,” he says back, followed shortly with an unrelated, “Oh, shit.”

A moment later you glance up to see him emerge from his bedroom, shirtless, and holding in his hand a toothbrush with bristles coated in white paste.

Your arm continues to circle the counter with the rag, using slightly less elbow grease now that you’ve been distracted. “What?”

“Water’s out in my room,” he answers casually, as if it’s a reoccurring inconvenience that he’s come to expect over time. He reaches across the counter to dampen his toothbrush with the kitchen’s faucet, then proceeds to scrub his morning breath away.

“How does it just go out in one room?” you question, turning to use the same cleaner on the front of the refrigerator.

“Dunno,” Calum mutters with a mouth full of foam. Your ears catch the sound of him spitting into the sink.

“I just cleaned that.”

“And you did a great job.”

You cast an annoyed glare over your shoulder.

“Anyway, cool if I use your shower?” Calum asks, smiling at the silent threat.

The ownership you have over anything in the apartment still sounds odd to you when put into words, almost always forcing you to pause with the need to correct Calum before remembering he’s making sense. You guess you haven’t quite settled in to your newest living arangment yet, still in the habit of referring to it as Calum and Ashton’s place. You only unpacked your last box a few weeks ago, a short while after Ashton left for Las Vegas to pursue the boxing training Dennis Serrant had to offer.

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12 x 17 Coda

Eileen uses Sam’s toothbrush, partially because there isn’t a spare one to be found and partially because hunters aren’t picky about that kind of stuff, then puts on the t-shirt he gave her. It more than covers everything, but again, hunters deal with this kind of thing and she probably wouldn’t have noticed if it didn’t.

Not tonight.

Sam’s sitting up in bed when she gets to his room, and they both awkwardly look at each other for a moment like they aren’t quite sure what to do.

And then Sam opens his arms.

She flies into them without hesitation, letting him bury her against his chest as he pulls the blankets up around them, blocking out the rest of the world. She lets the tears fall freely now, and Sam just holds her. He’s already told her it’s okay, that it was an accident, that she didn’t do anything wrong. There’s nothing more to say.

But he starts to speak anyway. She doesn’t look up to read his lips, because it doesn’t matter. The words aren’t the point. The deep, soothing vibrations in his chest are the thing she needs. He talks and talks, probably just saying nonsensical things that wouldn’t do much to comfort her, but the feel of them, nice and steady beneath her cheek, is enough to lull her to sleep.

“Cry Followup”, or “See A Doctor! The Musical”

I got sad. A doctor recommended that I go off my anxiety meds because they might be interfering with a bunch of other health issues. I did. It wasn’t good.

I tapered off for months and dealt with the withdrawal symptoms. When they were gone, I felt ok for a few weeks. Then I was easily irritated and sometimes angry. Then weird feelings started to creep in. I guess it was just dread. Maybe it was weird to just be feeling anything after being numbed on meds for so long. I started crying watching movies sometimes or thinking about whatever the fuck. I started getting really sad. Eventually I would cry everyday, sometimes for multiple sessions. It’s strange to think back on that now that I’m safely numbed to fuck again.

My grandfather had died about 8 months earlier and I thought I had emotionally exhausted that, but now it was back and I dwelt on it constantly. I thought of dying with an urgency that I couldn’t distract myself from. I thought of everyone I knew dying. It felt like time was an illusion and it wouldn’t be long until I’m standing beside their open coffins, reflecting on how quickly time had passed and now they’re gone and I’d wasted time not spending more time with them.

Most days I’d just wake up and lie there for hours. I’d try to look at things on my phone to try to distract myself. Snapchat was fun for that. Christ, so was Miitomo. I wouldn’t get any work done. It was difficult to focus and overcome the feeling in my gut of being pulled down and the constant present terror feelings of death and knowing this whole experience will be gone some day, but before that, I’ll watch everyone I know leave too. For a long time, I don’t think I really connected that it was my absence of meds that was doing this to me. I thought maybe it was just circumstances and some kind of Holmes-Rahe scale thing where a bunch of life events happening at once were stacking and compounding my depression feelings. There was no way to win against it and this kind of thing encourages you to not to the things that will typically pull you out of a depression. It makes you want to seclude yourself more and work on further diminishing your self-worth mentally. Instead of seeing friends or doing activities you enjoy, you convince yourself that you’re a burden to them, they don’t really want to see you anyway, and that something bad is going to happen if you go out and do anything. For so many fucking days I just laid there. That makes your depression even worse; your lack of productivity frustrates you and makes you hate yourself. All that wasted time boils your living asshole. It’s a paralysis and you don’t know why you can’t break out of it. You can’t just go into the other room and sit at your computer and do your work. Brains are incredible. Just a bit of absence from a certain chemical changes everything. Of course, you tell yourself things like this, that it’s not really you and that it’s just a biological ineptitude temporarily and that everything will be fine soon enough, but that doesn’t help at all.

That’s the other thing: you don’t feel like this will ever end. This is who you are now. A fucking shrivelled terrified cryhole. I did feel terror quite a few times during all this. It usually gets you when you wake up or try to go to sleep. Everything is still and You are going to fucking die someday, sooner than you think and You have wasted every moment of your life so far blast in your mind and your heart pounds, you can barely breathe, and you might even suddenly groan as panic waves hit your brain in an instant. There’s a terror in knowing there’s no relief from this; that all of these things are true and for some reason you believed the illusion your whole life and weren’t always in the perfect terror about it that you are now. Still, you beg for that trick to come back, to be able to put this mindset away and believe in the stupid shit we tell ourselves just to keep existing in some kind of calm. All these thoughts keep assaulting you with some kind of biological urgency, like you need to figure this problem out immediately or you die. This is what being on chemicals to help your brain for years and then suddenly going off them is like. Your body doesn’t know what the fuck. It’s weird to not give a shit about any of this and then suddenly imperatively have to give a shit about it and be unable to escape it. Even now when I’m in the clear, I still feel its background noise. Maybe I always will from now on. This whole thing has been a Paul on the road to Damascus type ordeal.

I fucking cried watching the new X-Files episodes, my dude. Probably during each one. That’s what it was fucking like. Imagine being in your late ass twenties and something in the X-Files makes you cry because you think of a squandered opportunity, or what you should or shouldn’t have done as a kid, or wishing you had put more effort into certain relationships with family or friends. It just finds anything to grab onto and get you with. You just have a dragging feeling constantly present and looking for things to attach to and convince you you’re sad about. Frankly, it’s fucking annoying. I cried one time because a nintendo phone app was enthusiastic about sharing my character’s picture with others. Just the fact that someone would have an interest in who I am and treat me like a normal person and want to share something about me with other terrible avatars made me cry as I was playing this thing and trying to take a shit. It made me think about my own self-worth and how long I thought there was no reason anyone should give a fuck. Cripe, one time I was almost screaming crying about my best friend who died when we were 11. It was like a fresh wound again and I was lying facedown on my bed wailing like an asshole. Depression can fuck with you.

So, this got pretty bad and I decided I had to see my GP about it. This can become a battle in itself, because past a certain point, you are convinced you aren’t worth the effort and that you’re a burden to have to deal with, and someone else could use that time to see the doctor instead. It gives you any reason to turn yourself down. I cried right away talking to my doctor. All this is really weird to reflect on; I was an entirely different person then. It was like a frantic sadness, an inability to just hold your shit together for even a few minutes. The impending terror was really pressing; a constant urgent anxiety that something bad is going to happen really soon, or that I’m about to get a call that someone I know just died. The doctor recommended seeing a therapist and going back on meds. Now I remember that the reason I finally did something was because my neighbour’s son killed himself. Fuck, that really bothered me. Hearing about any death at all was bad enough, but I think that week I was reading about Edgar Allan Poe’s death and then Vincent Van Gogh’s, and I just got really fixated on vividly imagining their final moments. I think there were others, too. See? Just a stupid thing to waste your time on but in the moment, you think this will help for some reason. Maybe the gravity of that kind of thing hooks you and you can’t help but look into it. So when my neighbour’s son also committed suicide, that was a pretty strong blow. I hadn’t even talked to the guy in over ten years, but I couldn’t help but fixate on having seen his father maybe 3 days prior as he joked in my mom’s backyard and borrowed a ladder. Now his life was ruined and the son he struggled to try to get mental help his whole life had killed himself. He was only 37 and he had a son. I think I spent a few days of weeping out my stupid ass over this, then made the decision to see my doctor.

I started seeing my therapist and cried within 6 minutes of entering his office. I wish I went to see a talk doctor when I was recommended it as a teenager. It’s good shit. Beyond that, I started seeing my friends again. Before this, I think 2 years had passed between us spending time together. I had talked myself into feeling like they were better off without me anyway and had their own real friends and lives that I didn’t have anything to do with. I started to exercise and even just take walks around the block. Sometimes, if I was just lying awake staring at the ceiling, I’d get up and go for a run. I started being able to work on videos again and looked forward to it. Thinking back on it now, I realize I kept streaming during the whole time. That would become the only thing I’d do or look forward to for most of this stretch. SO THANKS IF YOU LOOKED AT MY TERRIBLE STREAMS DURING THIS ERA I WAS QUITE WOUNDED AND I’M HOPEFUL THAT I WASN’T TREMENDOUSLY OBVIOUS ABOUT THIS, YOU HELPED KEEP ME STABLE WATCHING ME PLAY WITH CHILDREN’S TOYS. Beyond this, I’d just sleep until the afternoon and try to find a way to kill time until the streams started. This is why there were even less videos than usual. I was sad.

So, these things helped pull me out of the shit. A lot of it is self-examination and discovering why you feel this way in the first place. I’ve talked to my therapist about whether or not this whole thing was because of being on meds for so long and then going off them and feeling a withdrawal, or if that’s who I am underneath the medication.  He said that it is probably both, but more that that’s who I am. Fuck. He categorized this as a major depressive episode. It was weird to just hear the words. That is the kind of thing that happens to people in their mid-30s in office jobs who are getting shit on by everything in their lives. I guess it can also make you feel like a diva asshole; that you feel you’re so important that you had to have this major crisis about yourself. Writing this makes me realize how stupid it is to think like this, but that’s the kind of trap you get put into. Anyway, let me emphasize how important it is to see a therapist if you are depressed. Do it. It can change everything. Also talk to a doctor and see if meds are part of your solution. See a doctor. Do not just let it go. This is like if you had cancer and you just wanted to wait it out or hoped it would get better on its own. A lot of people let it go until it’s overwhelming and consumes them completely and just kill themselves to end the pain. Don’t!

I got better. I went on meds and in just a few weeks I made a drastic improvement. Plus the therapy, and plus feeling like I was doing anything with my life again. I hear a lot about hesitation to go on meds because you feel like they may change the foundation of who you ever are. This doesn’t happen. For me, it made me feel more free to be who I felt like I really was. That said, it may numb your emotions if you are a person who typically feels a lot of things. Just talk to a doctor about any concerns you have and don’t let these build up and become reasons you don’t get help for yourself. You are worth it. The doctor isn’t angry to have to deal with you. If it will cost what you can’t afford, don’t let that become an excuse not to do it. Save up or find a way to make it work. Again, it’s like if you couldn’t afford cancer treatments so you just let it kill you instead of finding out how you can make the situation work financially. What you’re dealing with is serious! Do something about it!

I almost forgot to mention that a lot of getting better was having something to look forward to. Knowing I’d see my friends and we’d have a good time was part of it. Another was spending all of my fucking money to go to as many conventions as I could. They were something I enjoyed in the past but didn’t bother with much anymore, so I decided to get back into them. It was the best choice. Thanks for coming to drink a lot of beers and talk shit if I saw you at a PAX or TwitchCon or Magfest! They were sincerely some of the best times of my life. Knowing that it wouldn’t be long until I’d be at another convention helped a lot with otherwise feeling complete dread. The power of giving yourself something great to look forward to is really strong! Do it! Find things you like and make time for them. Reward yourself! At one point, I got into a really unbalanced lifestyle and would spend maybe 60 or 70 hours a week editing videos and I burned myself out to shit. All I would think about was the job and let my health and relationships go to shit. You’re not supposed to do that. Give yourself good things and make it a habit. Anyway, PAX East soon, my man.

When I wrote my last crypost, a lot of people responded it it. I was in a daze for the rest of that day as I heard from a mountain of individuals. A lot of you deal with issues like this and a lot of you feel hopeless about it. It’s fucked up! This is your life! You’re entitled to a good one! Doing something about it will take a lot less than you may think, and will help you in a lot more ways and probably faster than you may think. A lot of you also said since that you’ve decided to finally get help. So yeah motherfucker I had a cool cry about your messages several times. What was also helpful was anonymous tumblr questions saying they got help so others could see your experiences and know I’m not just yelling out my dick about this. Thanks! You helped people!

Ok I think I have to cut this short now, it got late and I try not to stay awake until fucking 7 AM these days. I feel like I missed a few of the main points I wanted to make but by now I think you get the point that you can feel like you are going to face total annihilation within the next few moments and still get back to normal in very little time. I almost just wrote “Hopefully talking about my own cringe-ass experience helped you with…” and so forth to end this on a light-hearted self-shitting, but that again is part of the problem. Feeling as if your issues are embarrassing, not worthy, juvenile, or to be written off as not serious is no good. I know we joke about this kind of thing to help deal with it, but don’t feel that way for real. AGAIN, YOU’RE WORTH IT. YOU’RE GOOD! YOU’RE WORTH DOING WHATEVER IT TAKES TO FEEL NOT FUCKED UP! GO! 


Go!

A trans Lars playlist I decided to make on anon request dealing with depression and mental illness, gender dysphoria, complicated relationships and feelings of being unwanted / alone / useless.

Dedicated to Taylor my best friend @blessedthrice who helped me make it, Lily @pearlyoudork​, Laeli @firesongs​, Ronnie @brunchclubs​ & Alex my boyfriend @larsbarrigaofficial​ of course! 

╰☆╮———– ╰☆╮ ———– ╰☆╮ ———– ╰☆╮ ———– ╰☆╮ 

But it’s alright
and I’m okay
I won’t need your help, anyway 

I’m just a no good ruffian
never done anything right kind of kid

and I know that I’ll never be a tough guy
and I know I can’t handle anything 
without losing my mind 

Cause I hate the ocean, theme parks and airplanes,
talking with strangers, waiting in line..
I’m through with these pills that make me sit still.
“are you feeling fine?”
yes, I feel just fine.

I got some things to do, but I don’t want to do ‘em
I got some things to say, I will never say 'em to your face
 

I don’t know if my mom loves me anymore
she says that I am changing
I am not what she bargained for

All his friends are hanging out doing stuff without him now
no girlfriend, he’s alone
feeling sad, feeling down 

And I’ll ruin my body if I want to
don’t tell me how to dress; I didn’t ask you
and I’ll be a cute boy if I want to

how’d you love my body when i’m so afraid of it
finding my self worth was never worth it 

I didn’t know I was broken 'til I wanted to change
I wanna get better, better, better, better,
I wanna get better 

I’ve been going through the records
we’re not getting any better
maybe I’m just getting bitter
I don’t really care, whatever

You gotta see the artistry
In tearing the place apart with me baby
 

It’s hard for me to see exactly
where the hell I went wrong
I never thought I’d see the day
where we wouldn’t get along 

Squirm away, stupid leech boy
go and die now in the drain
you speak only of your sadness
but are yet to feel true pain

When I am sad, I am sad
but when I’m happy, oh god I’m happy
there’s just no place in-between for us to meet 

╰☆╮———– ╰☆╮ ———– ╰☆╮ ———– ╰☆╮ ———– ╰☆╮

Long Distance (Chapter Six)

Oh my god you guys, the fluff in this chapter is ridiculous. I mean honestly, we’ve basically lost any semblance of a plot and the three of them spend all their time texting and video-ing and it’s so fluffy oh my god.

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{Group Chat}

From Bucky– Tony honey sorry I missed our video call this morning, had to be up early to help get the team on the road

From Tony– they don’t take you with them on the road? But who keeps the boys from eating cheeseburgers and getting fat instead of working out

From Steve– sweetheart, bucky is usually the one bringing the cheeseburgers. That’s why they don’t take him on trips anymore

From Bucky– I resent that. Anyway, babe just wanted to check in, I know you have a busy day today.

From Tony– not too busy to text you guys, no worries

From Bucky– that’s great. I was going to text you all day whether you were busy or not

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From Tony– stuck in the office all day. Tried that new mocha mint drink from the coffee shop down the street and spilt it down the front of myself. Don’t have any extra clothes, so I get to sit in my office all day until everyone leaves.

From Steve– honey that’s awful! Can’t Pepper bring you a shirt?

From Bucky– I can’t stop laughing

From Tony– bucky you’re an ass

From Steve– bucky you’re an ass

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From Steve– spending the day grading, no classes so I’ve got to get caught up

From Tony– that sucks, artist man. You definitely need to find something better to do with your time.

From Steve– why don’t you send me a picture Tony, maybe that will give me something better to do

From Tony– oh my professor. Should I wear my glasses and tie?

From Steve– oh honey, yes please

From Bucky– hey guys maybe take it off group chat if you’re going to start talking gross

From Tony– you don’t want a picture of me in a school uniform Bucky? My feelings are hurt.

From Bucky– does the school uniform include a plaid miniskirt? Cuz I’m on board for that

From Steve– Bucky! Omg Tony ignore him.

From Tony– I am completely scandalized right now. Scandalized and horrified. Who are these boys I’m texting? Deviants.

From Steve–…. On second thought, I don’t hate the skirt idea

From Bucky– hell yeah!

From Tony– wtf you two
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anonymous asked:

48 and 76 w/ Kookie please, can you make it like the boys were hanging out, when they started to talk about you, Jk's girlfriend, and how pretty, sexy, and hot you were, while Jungkook was silently listening to them when the talk came to a perverted one? Then Jungkook was all pissed, and suddenly burst in anger at his hyungs, scolding them and such and... the rest is up to you. xD sorry about this, and if you cant do it, its totally okay :D Love your works, btw. :)

Talk Shit, Get Hit (Jungkook x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Stop it.” + “Don’t you dare!”

Summary: It’s never been easy dating Jungkook, especially when he’s always away on tour or busy working. Luckily, the other members of BTS support the relationship wholeheartedly. In fact, they like you quite a bit! (A bit too much, if Jungkook’s being honest.)

Word count: 1.2k words

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

On your screen, Jungkook’s image was slightly pixelated due to the dim lighting of his hotel room. Luckily, he got his own suite, so the two of you could FaceTime in peace. Still, it wasn’t like you minded the other BTS members.

It was usually really fun to talk to them, but you hadn’t seen Jungkook in weeks because of the tour, and you were seriously missing your boyfriend.

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair–still damp from his shower–and smiled slightly down at his camera. You tried not to swoon at the sight.

“Hey Y/N,” he said, his voice sounding tinny through your earphones.

“Hi Kook,” you smiled back, gazing at your small screen. You shifted on your bed, settling further underneath your thick covers. “How did the concert go?”

“It went well,” Jungkook replied shortly. After a moment of silence, it was clear Jungkook wasn’t planning on elaborating. Looking closer at his image, you could see his jaw was set tightly, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

“Are you okay?” you asked, concern lining your voice. “You seem upset.”

“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Jungkook said sharply, clearly sounding angry. Suddenly, he sighed loudly and rubbed his hand over his face tiredly. “It’s…just don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

“You can tell me, Kook,” you said softly, frowning at your boyfriend sounding so distraught. “Maybe you’ll feel better if you talk about it.”

“It’s seriously nothing,” Jungkook whined, not sounding as angry as before. His eyes darted to the side, avoiding looking at you and the camera. “I’m kinda embarrassed about it, honestly. I was being stupid.”

“Now I’m curious!” you laughed. “You have to tell me now, Jungkook.”

“Oh, shit. You said my full name,” Jungkook gasped dramatically. “Things are getting intense.”

“Just tell me,” you whined, shaking your phone in frustration. You could hear Jungkook cackling through your earphones.

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” Jungkook conceded. “Just…just don’t make fun of me afterwards, okay?”


JUNGKOOK’S POV (One hour earlier)

Like every other night, Jungkook was sprawled across Jin’s bed, his legs hanging off the edge. Taehyung was sitting somewhere above Jungkook, watching a movie on his phone. The other hyungs were there, too, just hanging out before they went to bed.

Everyone was dead tired after their performance earlier that day, but they had a nighttime routine they never dared to break. One time, Jungkook and Taehyung skipped the nightly chill session to binge-watch Haikyuu, and the next morning, Jin lectured them on the importance of family.

So, that was why Jungkook was doing nothing in Namjoon and Jin’s suite when he could have been FaceTiming his girlfriend instead. He sighed petulantly, but none of the hyungs paid him any mind.

“Are we gonna do anything?” Jungkook asked impatiently. “Or are we just going to sit here in silence? Because I’m supposed to FaceTime Y/N tonight, and I would really rather be doing that right now.”

“Oh, you’re talking to Y/N soon?” Hoseok piped up, his head popping into Jungkook’s line of vision as he sat up quickly. “Can I say hi? I haven’t spoken to her in so long!”

“No! This is like, the equivalent of a date, okay?” Jungkook refused. He pulled himself into a sitting position, his tired muscles aching. “Just message her or something, I dunno.”

“How’s she doing, anyway?” Namjoon asked more seriously. “No one giving her any trouble? You two have been pretty good at keeping everything low-key.”

“No, she’s fine,” Jungkook said quickly.

“You know, you’re so lucky Y/N’s such a good girlfriend,” Jimin sighed wistfully from across the room. “If it were another girl, she probably would have told everyone. Like, how do we even know girls like us for us? And not for our money, or something.”

“Yeah, Jungkook’s seriously lucky,” Hoseok agreed. “Plus, Y/N is so cute! Remember when she baked us that cake on our 3rd anniversary since our debut? So adorable!”

“You better not take her for granted, Jungkook. Otherwise, one of us might just steal her from you,” Jin joked.

Jungkook felt his right eye twitch in annoyance, but he knew better than to talk back.

“Yeah, Jin’s right,” Taehyung said, looking up from his phone. He had a glint in his eye, and Jungkook knew he was about to start something. “Y/N’s fucking fit. You know when she visits us in the studio? Sometimes she wears these leggings, and her ass looks so–”

“Stop it! Tae!” Jungkook bellowed, launching himself at Taehyung. The two boys collided and tumbled off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thunk! Jungkook pinned the other boy beneath him, positively seething in anger.

“Whoa, chill,” Taehyung squeaked. “It was a joke, Kookie!”

“Don’t you dare pull that shit with me, Tae,” Jungkook spat, having his shoulders a rough shake before lifting himself off his friend. “It’s not fucking funny.”

Jungkook made his way to the door, his hyungs staring at him, wide-eyed in shock. Only Yoongi remained passive, regarding Jungkook cooly from where he sat at the desk.

“I’m going to cool down,” Jungkook announced, his voice strained. “Don’t try to follow me.”

“Jungkook, stop being a little shit,” Yoongi said quietly, though he still sounded terrifying. The look in his eyes had Jungkook shaking, but he wasn’t going to admit that. And he wasn’t going to apologize, either.

“Talk shit, get hit!” Jungkook growled, and then promptly spun on his heel and sped out of the suite. He practically ran down the hallway to his room, fearing Yoongi would chase after him and whoop his ass. Luckily, no one followed.


You burst into laughter immediately after Jungkook finished his story. He looked at you, the betrayal written clearly on his face.

“Y/N! You promised you wouldn’t laugh,” Jungkook pouted, his cheeks turning bright pink. “I told you it was embarrassing!”

“N-no, it’s not that,” you gasped out, breathless after laughing so hard. “You’re so cute, Kook. I didn’t know you were the jealous type!”

“It’s because I haven’t seen you in so long,” Jungkook explained bashfully, his blush worsening. “Sometimes it really sucks. I hardly get to spend time with you anymore, and I hate it so fucking much.”

“Hey, Kook. It’s okay,” you smiled, although you understood Jungkook’s frustration. “You’re out there doing amazing things and following your dreams. I don’t mind waiting for you–I’ll always be waiting, so don’t worry about that. Okay?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook replied softly. “Sometimes I just wish things were different, you know?”

“I don’t,” you said firmly. “Seriously, Kook. I know it’s hard, but we’ll make it through together.”

“I love you, Y/N,” Jungkook blurted out suddenly. “I-I just…fuck, this is embarrassing. Like, you’re so good to me and I want to say ‘thank you’ all the time, but that seems so weird. But…thanks. Thanks for being you, and thanks for sticking with me.”

“I love you, too. And thanks for being you,” you giggled, snuggling into your warm bed. “Also, you really need to apologize to everyone. Especially Tae. What were you thinking, Kook?”

“I will,” Jungkook pouted, sighing loudly as he flopped onto his bed dramatically. You laughed at your boyfriend’s childish antics, and the two of you talked until you drifted to sleep–both dreaming of each other.

- Girl in Luv

This one was fun! Thanks for requesting~ I notice a lot of you guys apologize when you send us requests. Why!!! We love you! You guys are the best!!!! Seriously, we appreciate the support so much. You could ask me to write a 100k word novel and I’d probably do it. (Also, have you guys listened to Winner’s new songs? Fool is my jammmmm) 💛

Educating a Friend
  • Me: So, let's say that you're at school and you see a guy you know. I mean, you guys talk every once in a while and he's pretty cool, but you're not like friends or anything. You just talk to him every once in a while.
  • Guy Friend: What's his name?
  • Me: I don't know. Frank?
  • Guy Friend: No.
  • Me: Okay, fine. His name is Will. Okay?
  • Guy Friend: I don't think it really suits him, but okay.
  • Me: ...So anyway, you're at school during lunchtime and you see Will. So, you notice Will's not eating anything. That's when you realize that Will has no lunch, no money for lunch, and no way of getting either. He's just sitting there like he normally would. He's not acting any differently and he's not asking anyone for anything. Not money, not a fry, not even a salt packet, but you know he's gotta be hungry. So, what do you do?
  • Guy Friend: Do I have any money?
  • Me: Yeah. You have enough for you and another meal.
  • Guy Friend: Duh, I buy him lunch.
  • Me: Okay, cool. So, like you said, you buy him lunch. You buy your lunch and you buy his lunch and you go over and hand it to him. And, he says, "Wow. You know, that's really nice of you, but I wasn't gonna ask anyone for lunch. I was probably just gonna wait until I got home to eat." And, then you say--
  • Guy Friend: Nah, it's cool.
  • Me: Exactly. You say, "Nah, it's cool. I'm just being nice. It's a gift." And, Will says, "You know, that's awesome. You're really nice, bro." And, after that, you guys start hanging out. You guys are like really good buds. You are always hanging out and laughing and just having a good time. So, you guys are friends for a few months, and it's tons of fun. Then, one day, you go up to Will and you say, "Hey, Will, you know, I've been thinking, and I kinda want that five bucks."
  • Guy Friend: What five bucks?
  • Me: Hold on. I'm getting there. So, Will says, "What five bucks?" To which, you reply, "Well, we've been hanging out for a long time and it's been really fun, but like, I've done a lot of really nice things for you. Like, I'm always nice to you and I always listen and do things you wanna do, so I was thinking that because I've been so nice, you should pay me back that five bucks I spent to get your lunch right before we started really hanging out."
  • Guy Friend: What? Why would I--
  • Me: I'm not done yet. So, then Will looks kinda hurt and he says, "But I thought you were just being nice. I thought that was just a gift." So, you say, "Whether or not it was a gift, don't you think you kinda owe me that five bucks since I've been so nice to you?" And, Will says, "No. I don't think I owe you that!" And you get mad, so you say, "Well, I think that you do, so I think you're being really shitty and stuck up about this and I feel like I've been completely wronged."
  • Guy Friend: Oh, my God. That's so fucked up of me. I would never do that to Will. Will was nice. We were buds. That's way screwed.
  • Me: I know, right? Hey, just wondering, have you ever heard of this fictional place called "The Friendzone?"
  • Guy Friend: Well, yeah, but...
  • Guy Friend: ...
  • Guy Friend: ...
  • Guy Friend: oh
Southside Sweetheart

Jughead x Reader

Request: can you do a jug x reader where she’s from the south side and her whole family and friend group is super sketchy and involved with the serpents, and so she’s on betty and and jug’s suspect list? anyways so when he meets her he finds out she’s a literal sweetheart and he falls for her? thanks love

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2,273

A/N: In case you need something to read before tonight’s episode cause things are about to get FUCKED. I also changed it a little, hope that’s okay!

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A freshman kiss, never talked about. Ignored and pushed away.

A gang, a mother’s arrest. My mother’s arrest, for a fight in a bar.

Me, left for a year on my own, trying to figure everything out.

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Not That He Cared Or Anything

It was sometime the next night when Max noticed something was off. After they had finally gotten in and out of sleepy peak general, and were safely back at camp, David was noticeably different. He seemed to be quieter, had less to say. He didn’t correct Max as much on his language, or try to reel Nikki in from almost breaking her arm in a recent tree climbing incident. Max originally believed that Daniel had possibly broken out of prison or wherever the hell they sent him, and taken over. But the unmistakable hum of the camp song coming from David in the early mornings was enough to render that point moot. Not that he cared or anything, but it would be smart to find out if the camp had been over run by a crazy imposter.
Max watched at breakfast, as David walked in. His smile smaller, yet more forced somehow. He sat alone-Max took note that he didn’t eat anything that morning. He just sat, fiddling with that yellow scarf of his in the same hideous shade of yellow their camp shirts were made of. He could’ve sworn David muttered something under his breath, but wasn’t about to question it.
Gwen walked into the mess hall a few moments later and sat down with some coffee and toast, unaware of how odd David was being.
“Hey, so the canoes are all set up.” She stated, not looking up from the trashy magazine she had brought to read.
David stiffened. “Canoes? Why?”
Gwen looked at him, unamused. “Because we’re teaching these heathens how to canoe today. I thought you read the camp itinerary.”
“I-I do! I guess my head has just been somewhere else…” he trailed off.
“Are you feeling okay Davey?”
David seemed to freeze up entirely at that. As though he was a computer trying to load. The look on his face was indescribable, but Max was sure he never wanted to see it again, and from the way Gwen was staring at him, he had a feeling she felt the same.
“David!” Gwen shook him and he seemed to snap out of his trance.
“What? Gwen? Oh, um sorry-I spaced out I suppose! Yeah yeah, I’m fine. I just haven’t been called Davey in a while and, um…” he trailed off, not wanting to say too much. Just…just give me a second to go and check the safety gear. You can never be too careful.“ He put on a fake smile and left the mess hall.
"What the fuck?” Gwen muttered, watching him leave.
Max got up and headed to the exit.
“Max, where are you going?” Neil asked.
“Gonna go see what the fuck David is doing. If he commits suicide then there’s a good chance Gwen will kill us by virtue of being left alone with us.” Yeah, that was why. He certainly didn’t care about David or anything.
He exited the mess hall and went to find David. He was standing alone nowhere near the water, muttering to himself.
“Keep it together…everything will be fine…keep it together…”
“David, what the fuck are you doing?”
David spun around. “M-max! When did you get here!?”
“Just now. What the hell are doing muttering to yourself in a corner? That’s the shit serial killers do.”
“Oh, nothing! Just repeating an old mantra to get my spirits up! Why don’t you go get ahead of the curb and put on your life vest-the rest of the camp will be out in a minute!” He ruffled Max’s hair and walked over to the canoes. He put on his life vest, but hesitated when he got close to the water. Taking a deep breath, he took a step closer and sat in one of the canoes.
The kids gathered around the canoes and put on their life vests quickly, all partnering up until their was one spot left for Max, and of course it had to be with David. Now typically a ride with David would be awful, but maybe Max could find out what was wrong with David. Not that he cared or anything, but if David was finally snapping he should at least be prepared to make a break for it before he went full axe murderer on the camp.
David did most of the rowing, and looked uncomfortable all the while. His eyes darted around wildly, his hands trembled as he paddled the ores, and he was visibly sweating though weather certainly wasn’t warm enough to warrant that.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Max asked suddenly, possibly too harsh.
“What do you mean?” He asked quickly and rather nervously.
“I mean, what the fuck is you problem? You’ve been acting weird ever since we got back from saving space kid. I don’t know what set you off, but you’re freaking me the fuck out.”
“I-I assure Max, it’s nothing.” David replied, though his body language indicated otherwise.
“Don’t fucking lie to me, camp man!”
“Max, I am not lying to you!”
By now they had the whole camps attention, though both took no notice.
“And anyway, you shouldn’t be concerned with me. I’m an adult, I can handle myself just fine!”
“Oh, you can handle yourself? Just like how you handled taking space kid to the hospital? Just like how you could handle being nice for a day? Just like how you could handle that fucking cultist!? He was going to kill you if I hadn’t messed with your emotions and he hadn’t poisoned himself!”
“You don’t think I didn’t know he was a cultist? You don’t think I didn’t know he was going to kill me? Max I was perfectly aware, but I figured that if anyone could fix it you could! You’re certainly much more capable with this kind of stuff-I would’ve got us all caught if I tried getting the police down to camp!”
“Well why didn’t you just take care of it instead of letting him get minutes away from killing you!? Why didn’t you attempt to fight him instead of standing there singing and doing nothing!?”
“Maybe because I wanted him to!” David suddenly yelled. “Maybe I wanted him to do me in because I deserved it!”
The shouting match had stopped, and David immediately smacked a hand over his own mouth, realizing what he had just shouted to the camp. But the couldn’t take his words back-he had just admitted something he swore to never reveal, and the whole camp had heard. His eyes were wide as dinner plates with pupils the size of pinpricks. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, yet he didn’t notice. He entire body was shaking like a leaf. The camp was caught in a deafening silence.
“Campers, I think that’s enough canoeing for one day…” Gwen broke the uncomfortable and stunned silence, staring at David concernedly.
David paddled them back shore in complete silence. Max didn’t know what to say, and David couldn’t bare to even look him in the eyes. The canoes were pulled ashore.
Gwen hurriedly walked over to David, who had since calmed down and now just looked ashamed. Sad and ashamed.
“David, do you want to-”
“I’m…going on a hike. I need to be alone right now.” His voice sounded weak and broken. He looked over his shoulder to a sea of concerned and bewildered faces. The look on his face was heartbreaking. “I’m very sorry you had to see that campers.” He apologized, before walking off into the woods.
“Holy shit.” Max finally breathed.
“Should we do something?” Space kid asked, worried.
“Ith he going to be okay?” Nerris pondered.
“Kids, why don’t we go back to the mess hall. I’ll send someone to check on David. I’m sure he’s fine-probably just stressed.” Gwen tried to calm them, though her own worries made it difficult to do so.
“I’ll go.”
“Max?” Gwen turned to him. “Why would you-”
“If there’s anyone David is willing to talk to, it would be me. He’ll probably try to make it into some lesson about loving yourself or something. Anyway, he wouldn’t turn me away if I was going to willingly sit with him.” If David went and offed himself it would be blamed on Max for being in the canoe and fighting with, that’s why he was going. It’s not like he cared or anything.
He expected Gwen to object, but she simply nodded, knowing he was probably right. Max was his clear favorite, or at the very least, he spent much more time on Max than anyone else. Max took off, trying to figure out where he would’ve gone off to. He remembered the story David had told the kids in the car a few nights ago, and made an assumption that the Sleep Peak pine would be pretty important to him.
It took some wandering, but Max eventually found the tree-he supposed that hike David had taken him on to find a branch had some use after all-and sure enough, there was David. He was leaned against the tree, staring at his handkerchief with sad eyes. He pressed it close to his chest and hugged it there. As Max got closer, he heard David and finally realized what he had been muttering earlier in the mess hall.
“I’m sorry Jasper…I’m so sorry…” he sniffed.
“You’ve kept your camp shirt wrapped around your neck this whole time?” Okay, maybe not the best thing to open with, but Max didn’t have much else.
“It’s not mine, it was ‘his…’” Max didn’t have to work too hard to figure out who 'he’ was “Well, one of his anyway.” David responded quietly. He turned to Max. 'Why are you out here? I’m not around to force any camp activities on you, and now your hiking on your own?“
"Hey, someone had to make sure you didn’t kill yourself. If you did than I’d get blamed and you know how much the cops just love to find reasons to blame minorities and-” David cut Max off before he could go into a tirade.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I told you, I just needed some time.”
“Could’ve fooled us back there.”
David winced at his words, but sighed and nodded in acceptance. He moved over, giving Max a place to sit, which he took.
“I suppose you’re right.” He half-heartedly laughed, with no smile to be seen.
“That story you told us in the car was a lie, wasn’t it?”
“Not entirely. The basic story remained the same. Just with a lot more swearing, and I still wasn’t exactly in love with Camp Campbell afterwards. I didn’t hate it anymore, but I didn’t love it as much as I do now.”
“Figured. So, Jasper didn’t die in that story, huh?”
“No, surprisingly he really did survive all of that.”
“What happened then?”
David was quiet for a moment, staring at the shirt. Finally, he opened his mouth.
“It was the end of the year. Jasper and I had become closer. I still considered him the best camper, even if he was having doubts. Even when he thought this capm sucked he worked hard to make everyone feel loved and needed. He wanted to make the campers as happy as possible, no matter how hard it was. One night Jasper decided he wanted to see Campbell’s summer home on spooky island-find those bears Cameron had killed. We weren’t allowed to go, but I wouldn’t let Jasper go it alone. We snuck out after hours and stole a canoe. We made it over fine but when we decided to go home…” he struggled to continue. “A storm had started…w-we thought we could get across, it wasn’t that far.” The bit his lip. “The canoe tipped. By that time there were people searching for us, but we weren’t seen in the storm and the dark. We kept trying to swim but the waves were choppy and fast and we couldn’t get up. Jasper h-he, managed to get me on top of the canoe. I tried to save him-I tried so hard to pull him on with me but the waves kept coming pushing us apart! They wouldn’t let up! I kept reaching but he kept getting farther and farther and farther and-!” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“He drowned, didn’t he?” Max asked, finishing his sentence.
David nodded, the tears pouring once again. “By the time someone got us out of there, I had passed out from the water in my lungs and the hypothermia. They pulled Jasper out and they tried to resuscitate us but…I-I was the only who woke up…”
“And now you think it’s your fault he died because he saved you and you couldn’t return the favor. And you’ve been so freaked because after telling us that story all those bad memories flooded back.”
David let out another half, chuckle. “You’re a smart kid, Max. A really smart kid…I want you to be happy here. As happy as I am. But I hope you never have to go through what I went to get there.” He stared off into the distance, thinking. “Jasper did everything he could to make Camp Campbell a safe haven for everyone-to make everyone as happy as possible. I figured that if I couldn’t save him, the least I could do was carry on his goal.
"Do you think Jasper would want you to live with guilt like that? Because that’d be pretty fucked of him.”
“No. But he’s not around anymore is he? I would never kill myself though, that I promise. It wouldn’t be right after what he did to keep me alive.” He pulled out his wallet and pulled a wrinkled old photo from it. “I always keep it with to remind me what I’m living for. What I’m doing all of this for.”
Max looked at it, a picture of David and Jasper. Their arms were linked and both seemed so happy. Max recognized that face and suddenly he had the terrifying thought that Nikki may have been right about ghosts on Spooky Island. Max stared at the photo, pondering whether to tell David he had met a Jasper who looked just like this not too long ago.
“Maybe another time…” Max thought. David would probably just think it was a cruel joke anyway, and even for Max that was too far.
“Don’t tell Mr. Campbell I told you about Jasper. If he found out he’d kill us both.”
Max assumed it to be a joke, but knowing Campbell he might’ve been entirely serious.
“You ready to go back to camp?” Max asked.
“I think I’m gonna sit here a little longer. Take in the view. The sunset is incredible from here.”
“Well, I guess I’m gonna have to stay here and make sure you don’t do anything stupid.” Max responded, feeling himself relax.
David, for the first time in a while, looked at him with a genuine smile. “Thanks Max.”
“Yeah yeah. If you tell anyone about this I swear to god I’ll stab you while you sleep.”
“Duly noted.”
David was right, the sunset was amazing. Max stretched, feeling exhausted from the events of the day and leaned against David. David put an arm around Max and he’d him closer-like a half hug. It was comforting, and sense of warmth filled Max’s chest as his overzealous counselor smiled down at him, making it known how lucky David thought he was to have kid like Max around with a single look. Not the he cared or anything. Well…maybe he cared a little.

Off Guard Part 2

Summary: When a former HYDRA agent is brought in with a change of heart, Steve and Tony disagree on how to proceed. Peter, however, takes matters into his own hands.

Author’s Note: Excuse the exact same gif as the first part, I just love it so much

Peter Parker Masterlist

Part One

Masterlist

Originally posted by spiderholland


Part Two

“What are you doing up?”

Your head shot up from the mug in your hands. You’d been staring at its now-cold contents for the past half hour, lost in your own thoughts.

“Uh, just… getting a drink.”

Peter nodded, walking past where you were sitting in order to reach the fridge. You returned your eyes to the mug in your hands. He sat down opposite you at the kitchen table, digging into a bowl of cereal. The two of you sat in silence as he ate.

He’d finished a few minutes later.

“You going up?”

“No, I… I think I’ll stay a while longer.”

He gave you a skeptical look, before glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall.

“It’s two thirty in the morning.”

You tore your eyes away from your mug and looked at him. He had crossed his arms, and was now leaning against the kitchen island.

“Not tired.”

He didn’t seem convinced.

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Close Call ~PART 3

The angst continues! Sorry this is later than planned… I fell asleep.

Read Part 1 First and Here’s Part 2

Catch this fic on AO3

This four-part story is essentially what happens when Lance and Keith get captured, and put in separate cells. Lance is injured. Lots of angst. Go read the other parts first.

Hopefully you enjoy! Also, I apologize in advance. Just keep in mind that this has four parts.

@taylor-tut @dogsahoy @voltronpaella don’t mind me just leaving this here


Lance continued to stare determinedly at the door. Any moment now, he told himself, Keith is going to break down that door, and get us out of here. We just have to stay patient. What’s that thing Shiro always says to Keith to calm him down? Patience yields focus.

“How’re you holding up?” Matt asked again, looking over at Lance with concern.

“’M good,” Lance answered shortly. Matt eyed him skeptically, but Lane couldn’t bring himself to say any more. Talking had become a conscious effort, and a painful one.

Lance’s breath came out in short gasps, and the wound had still not stopped bleeding. Granted, the sword had stabbed straight through, but Lance had been applying pressure ever since he woke up.

Still, without any proper medical supplies, his efforts didn’t do much. Both Matt and Lance neglected to address the slowly growing pool of blood under the blue paladin.

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anonymous asked:

Hi there! I've been reading some of the works you all have made and I love them! I was wondering if you could do #4 and #19 with jungkook, please?

Adore You (Jungkook x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “I thought you didn’t want me.” + “Are you jealous?”

Summary: There are so many things you adore about Jungkook. But if there’s one thing you don’t like, it’s how kind he is to everyone else. Can’t you just keep him for yourself?

Word count: 1.2k words

Originally posted by mayfifolle

You glanced at your seatmate from the corner of your eye. Jungkook had been sitting at your two-person desk since the beginning of the semester, and since then, you had begun to develop a crush. A pretty big crush, if you were being honest.

How could you not? Jungkook was kind, hardworking, and also incredibly good looking. You definitely weren’t alone in your infatuation, either. Almost every girl in your class eyed you enviously every day.

You slipped into your seat just as the bell rang. Jungkook was already there, and he glanced up at you as you arrived.

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted casually.

“Hey,” you smiled back, trying to stay nonchalant. 

“Did you do the homework last night?” Jungkook asked, flipping through his binder. He was studious–far more than you, anyway.

“Nope,” you replied easily. Chemistry was the least of your priorities. “I had a late shift last night.”

“Oh, you want to copy?” Jungkook offered, pushing his binder towards you. “You’re still working? Aren’t you worried about your grades this year?”

“Thanks,” you said, pulling out your own notebook. “And not really. My grades are good enough for university.”

“Damn,” Jungkook commented with a smile, although you missed it because you were too focused on writing. “Impressive. Also, I didn’t get some of the questions. Sorry about that.”

“Wow, that’s new,” you smirked. “You’re a thousand times better at chem than me, though.”

The teacher arrived, clearing his throat as he set his supplies down at the front of the class. You and Jungkook lapsed into silence as the lesson began. During the course of the period, you nodded off numerous times. Jungkook nudged you awake every time.

“Just let me sleep,” you whined, keeping your volume low so you wouldn’t get in trouble. “This is so boring and I’m exhausted.”

“You should reconsider that job of yours,” Jungkook suggested haughtily, and you just laughed.

The girl sitting in front of you turned around and glared at you. At first, you thought she was angry at you for talking, but when her gaze slipped to Jungkook’s longingly, you realized she was just jealous.

She turned around quickly, and you figured she wouldn’t bother you.

But boy, were you wrong.

The next day in class, you arrived (nearly late, as always) to see someone sitting in your seat beside Jungkook. It was the jealous girl from yesterday. You walked up to your seat, eyebrow raised.

“Oh, Y/N,” Jungkook noticed, looking up from his binder, which was placed in the middle of the shared desk. “I’m just explaining something to Ara.”

“I can move if you want,” Ara offered sweetly, though her eyes were daring you to suggest otherwise.

“No, it’s fine,” you replied, a little amusedly. What else could you say? You slipped into the empty seat in front of your desk and retrieved your supplies from your bag.

Jungkook and Ara talked ceaselessly behind you. You heard her giggle, and it made you want to gag. But Jungkook replied enthusiastically, and you wondered if Jungkook enjoyed your company at all. Pushing your insecurities away, you focused your attention to the front of the room.

Of all days, your teacher was absent. A timid-looking substitute scurried into the classroom, stammering out some instructions. The volume of the class increased, and Jungkook and Ara laughed away.

Annoyed, you turned to your own work. The student sitting beside you was a quiet, nerdy boy. You figured he wouldn’t want to converse with you. Pulling out your phone, you put on earphones and blasted your music, trying to drown out Ara’s voice.

“Uh, excuse me,” the boy beside you said hesitantly. You turned to him, pulling out an earbud. “Your music is really loud. Can you turn it down a little?”

Your eye twitched in annoyance. Like the class wasn’t loud already. “Sure,” you replied through gritted teeth. Opting to turn your music off completely, you resorted to placing your head on the desk.

It was another long shift yesterday, too, so it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Still, the background noise of Jungkook and Ara never ceased and haunted you in your slumber.


The next day, Ara was sitting in your seat again. She and Jungkook were looking at something on her phone, laughing, and didn’t notice your arrival. More defeated than anything, you slumped into Ara’s empty seat without comment.

At the sound of your chair scraping against the ground, Jungkook’s head shot up. He opened his mouth, but you weren’t looking his way, so he said nothing. Instead, he continued to entertain Ara, too polite to do anything else.

You wished he would say something like, “This isn’t your seat” or “I want Y/N to sit here,” but you knew he wouldn’t. Maybe he didn’t care if you sat with him, anyway. Jungkook was nice to everyone, and you were probably just projecting your own affections onto him.

The teacher strode into the classroom just as the bell rang.

“I apologize for my absence yesterday,” he began sternly, as always. “We’ll be starting a lab today. You’ll have to work quickly today to make up for lost time. So before I explain this assignment, please get into pairs.”

Inwardly, you cursed Ara for stealing your opportunity to work with Jungkook. Sighing, you turned to the boy beside you to ask if he wanted to be partners. But just as you opened your mouth, a hand shot out and tapped the boy on the back.

“Hey,” Jungkook said once the boy turned in his seat. “Do you mind if we switch spots?”

Your eyes widened to surprise, flicking to Jungkook. He was looking intently at the nerdy boy, who stammered his agreement. Glancing at Ara, you couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly. On your desk, Ara’s fists were clenched.

Jungkook swiftly switched seats with the boy beside you.

“I was thinking we could be partners,” Jungkook said as he set his books down. “You look a little surprised, so I hope that’s okay with you.”

“No, of course it’s fine,” you hurried to respond. “I just thought you didn’t want me. As your lab partner, I mean.”

“Are you jealous?” Jungkook asked, his eyebrows rising. Your cheeks burned, and you hurried to deny that. “She kinda just sat there. I didn’t want to be mean and tell her to move.”

“How was I supposed to know?” you sulked, burying your nose in your textbook. Still, you were giddy at the fact that Jungkook had went out of his way to be your partner.

“Obviously I’d rather sit with you,” Jungkook replied, a little incredulously. “Don’t be dumb. You wanted to sit with me too, right?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled sheepishly, still blushing. Jungkook smiled at you fondly, but like always, you were too busy looking elsewhere to notice.

The teacher’s voice cut through the noise, and he continued with his instructions. You and Jungkook turned your attention to the front of the class, and your embarrassment lessened once Jungkook’s gaze was diverted.

There were many things you adored about Jungkook. But if there was one thing you didn’t like, it was how kind he was to everyone. Still, he made up for it by being nicest to you. 

- Girl in Luv

Ok…these prompts were practically begging for Fuckboy!Jungkook, but I’ve written that so much and HE IS A SOFT BUN I can’t keep doing this! For real though, sometimes I think JK would be a real fuccboi if he grew up in North America. Like u seen the boy?? Still, he’s so cute, and I like writing sweet JK. You guys prefer fuckboy JK or smol bun JK?

anonymous asked:

Can you do RFA + V and SAERAN reacting to MC having a LOT of anxiety since she was a kid. So she's nervous with strangers and very worrisome about her s/o and her own actions. I really love your account, I've been following you for a long time. I'd appreciate it a lot of you do this because I go through this.

◉ Yoosung 

  • Constantly smiling and reassuring you that everything is okay 
  • Squeezes your hand to let you know he’s there for you 
  • He prefers to do things alone with you anyway so that helps 
  • Picnics or sitting at a cafe together relaxing 
  • Or he would rather just stay at home and order a pizza for a movie night 
  • Whenever you feel anxious he just smiles and reminds you that he is there for you 

◉ Jumin 

  • He will do anything he can to make you comfortable
  • Honestly he prefers you stay in the penthouse anyway
  • So strangers aren’t much of a problem for you when you’re with him 
  • However, if you have to go to a work dinner with him he will keep you so close to him and deflect all conversation so you don’t have to speak or worry 
  • And he’ll whisk you away as soon as he has an opportunity to leave
  • He tells you to pet Elizabeth 3rd when you’re feeling anxious 

◉ Zen 

  • Crazy protective over you 
    • “Don’t worry princess, you’re safe with me.”
  • Is very conscious of people when you guys are out 
  • He would never want to make you anxious because of fans bombarding him or something 
  • He will even dress in disguise to take you out so you guys don’t have to worry about it 
  • He rubs your back or gives you a massage when you’re feeling super anxious and he tries to remind you that everything is going to be okay 

◉ Jaehee 

  • She has tons of tricks for helping anxiety 
  • She’s really practical about it so if you guys are out and she sees you start to show signs she will pull you aside and talk to you 
    • “Tell me what’s making you anxious, even if you think it’s silly.”
  • She will reassure you as much as she can that there’s nothing to worry about and if it ever gets too much you can leave at any time 
  • She’ll make some tea or bake something for you when you’re really feeling wound up at home 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • He’s really in tune with what makes you anxious 
  • When you leave the house he will lace his fingers in yours and hold tight 
  • He’s always really close to you 
  • When he starts noticing you’re getting anxious he will begin to crack jokes to distract you and make you laugh 
  • He wished he could always be there to help you but he can’t so he created an app for you to use when you get anxious 
  • It has calming gifs and little pep talks from him so you can use that to calm down 

◉ V 

  • He can usually hear it in your voice when you start to get anxious 
  • He will smile and rubs his hands down your arms in a soothing way and kiss your forehead 
  • You don’t go out much anyway because of his eyes 
  • When you’re at home he will do what he can for you like draw a bath and light some candles to get you to relax 
  • Loves to hold you in bed and run his fingers through your hair until you’re calm again 

◉ Saeran 

  • He also deals with anxiety sometimes so he knows how you feel 
  • It’s hard for you both to go out at times but it helps to know that you each have one another 
  • Even so, he is still always worried about you even more than himself 
  • He got you both fidget spinners and they’ve really been a great help 
  • If you’re out and he starts to see you get too anxious and you need to wind down he will just say he’s ready to go home or say something mean to Saeyoung, even though he’s really just doing it for you 
The mistletoe

After so many years Draco should already know that he shouldn’t piss Pansy off, but, since he doesn’t now he had to suffer the consequences.

It was the week before Christmas break and Pansy was feeling extra inspired by the holidays when she decided to point her wand at Draco and now he had to walk around with a mistletoe hovering above his head.

“What do you mean this will only go away once I kiss the person I love?”

“I mean exactly that, darling” she smirked. “Next time, don’t piss me off.”

“But I don’t love anyone” Draco tried.

“Shut up, Draco, if you didn’t the spell wouldn’t have worked.”

She smiled at him and left him alone, in the Slytherin common room, with a mistletoe on top of his head.

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When Draco got to the Great Hall the normal noise of the conversations faded. The Slytherins were smirking at him – Pansy had already told them everything, probably; the Gryffindors were trying not to laugh, but it wasn’t really working; and the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were looking at him weirdly, but amused. Even the teachers were looking at him from the head table trying to understand what was in front of them.

Draco just raised an eyebrow, scowled and, with squared shoulders and head held high, headed to the Slytherin table.

“How are you, Draco?” Blaise smiled innocently.

“Good.”

“When are you going to get rid of that?” Pansy asked and Blaise laughed.

“Shut up, you two.”

That made Pansy and Blaise laugh even more and Draco asked himself the same question his friends had asked him before.

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For the rest of the week Draco walked around with the mistletoe, since he didn’t dare kiss the person he wanted to kiss.

“I can’t believe you didn’t get rid of that before the break” Pansy narrowed her eyes at him.

“I told you I don’t love anyone.”

“Shut up, Draco” she hugged him since the train was already ready to go. “We both know who you love.”

“Goodbye, Pansy, Blaise is already waiting for you.”

“Enjoy your holidays, darling.”

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Draco wasn’t sure if he would enjoy his holidays. He was one of the five only Slytherins that were staying at Hogwarts for the holidays and the other four were all younger than him.

After supper, Draco went to the library wanting to, at least, study in the holidays since there wasn’t much he could do. He was in the middle of a transfiguration essay when someone sat next to him.

“Whoever you are I’m not going to kiss you!” He said without looking up; he had already had some people going up to him offering a kiss because of the mistletoe.

“What makes you think I came here to kiss you, Malfoy?”

“What are you doing here, Potter?”

“I came here to study, hope you don’t mind.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

They studied for some time, ignoring each other and focusing on the books and parchments in front of them.

“When is that going to go away?” Potter asked suddenly.

“What?”

“The mistletoe. It’s very distracting.”

“Why?”

Draco was really confused, not understanding what Potter was trying to tell him with this stupid conversation about the stupid mistletoe, but Potter started packing his things and got up before answering him.

“The answer to your question is that the mistletoe makes me want to follow the tradition” he grinned before exiting the library.

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It was Christmas day and the students that had stayed at Hogwarts were having supper together, all sitting at the Hufflepuff table.

“Can I sit here?” Potter asked behind him.

“If you want to” Draco shrugged.

Harry smiled a little and sat next to him, starting a conversation with the Ravenclaw boy in front of him.

“Potter” Draco called when they had almost finished supper.

“Yes?” Harry looked at him.

“The other day in the library… what did you mean?”

“What did I mean when I said what?”

“Stop being difficult, you prat!”

“I mean exactly what I said… Draco.”

“Can people stop saying that?” He muttered. “And since when are we on first names basis, Potter?”

“You better get used to it and start calling me Harry.”

“You didn’t answer my question!”

“You know what I meant.”

“If I knew I wouldn’t be asking.”

Harry grinned and got closer to Draco in order to whisper on his ear.

“I meant that I want to kiss you and that that mistletoe on top of your head is making it harder to ignore the urge.”

Harry saw Draco blush and tried to hide his smile behind a spoon full of desert.

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Harry was near the lake watching the sunrise; he had gotten up early just to watch it, the beautiful colours of the sun shining shyly and reflecting on the snow calmed him.

The sound of the snow crunching under footsteps made him rise his head and look at the place the sound had came from. He was surprised to see Draco appear in his view, but his lips curved into a smile when he saw the boy’s nose and cheeks red from the cold, making him look adorable.

“I didn’t know someone was here” he said once he was close enough for Harry to hear.

Draco moved his hand to take the hair out of his eyes and Harry’s eyes were drawn to the mistletoe above his head and his heart warmed with hope seeing that the blond boy hadn’t kissed anyone yet.

“Come sit with me” Harry smiled at him. “We can watch the sunrise together.”

“The sun has already raised, Potter.”

“I don’t care, just sit with me.”

Draco raised an eyebrow, but sat next to Harry anyway and looked at the view with a little smile on his face.

“I see you still haven’t done anything about that” he pointed at the mistletoe.

“Good to know your eyes work.”

Maybe if it was some years ago Harry would have answered in a different way, but now he couldn’t feel offended and he didn’t have the urge to reply in the same way so he just laughed like he never thought he would do with Malfoy.

“What are you laughing at, Potter?”

“It’s just… you’re funny, Draco.”

The other boy just looked at him surprised and, even though he tried to cover it, there was a smile on his lips when he faced the view again.

“What does it take to get rid of the mistletoe?” Harry asked curiously.

“A kiss.”

“Just that?”

“Yes.”

“Then why haven’t you kissed anyone yet?”

“Firstly, because I don’t go around kissing random people” he narrowed his eyes. “And because it has to be a kiss from the person I love.”

“And why haven’t you kissed that person yet?”

“Because I don’t think that that person wants to kiss me.”

“So you’re just going to walk around with that on top of your head your whole life?”

“Well, I don’t think this person would ever want to kiss me, but I’m hoping that Pansy has a counter spell.”

“Why do you say that that person would never want to kiss you?”

“Just drop it, Harry” he sighed.

“I don’t see why anyone would refuse to kiss you.”

“What?”

“I think you should just go for it, Draco. No one in the right state of mind, unless they are taken, would refuse you a kiss.”

Draco looked around with rosy cheeks that were like that not only because of the cold and a confused expression that made Harry’s heart warm and sad at the same time, because Draco shouldn’t be this insecure.

“I’m trying to give you a hint here, Draco. Stop overthinking and just get on with it.”

“Are you trying to say what I think you are trying to say or am I completely misunderstanding you?”

“I have to do it myself, don’t I?”

“Do what?”

“Honestly, Draco!” Harry shook his head with a chuckle.

Harry smiled at Draco with shiny green eyes and placed his hand on the back of his head, leaning forward and placing his lips on the other boy’s ones. Draco gasped a little and after a few seconds of wide eyed surprised he gripped Harry’s arms and kissed him back.

“I’m glad to see it’s gone” Harry smiled when the kiss ended.

“Is it?” Draco’s hands flew to the top of his head. “How did you know that it was you? How did you know that I love you?”

Harry sucked in a breath when he heard the other boy’s confession.

“I didn’t know, Draco, but I was hoping that you did.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you, too” Harry said simply and kissed him again.

Draco couldn’t help but think, when they were watching the beautiful colours of the early morning while walking back to the castle holding hands, that Pansy would be extremely disappointed to know that Draco and Harry kissed and he got rid of the mistletoe while she was still home.


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