lets all bully him into talking to me

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Complete this conservation: "Mr. Winchester and Mr. Novak, your son has gotten into a fight for the second time this week. We're going to have to suspend him till Tuesday"

“Mr. Winchester and Mr. Novak…” Mr Gault stares down over the top of his glasses at the two men. “Your son has gotten into a fight for the second time this week.” Dean notices a barely noticeable curve to the man’s lip; a smirk if he ever saw one.

“We’re going to have to suspend him till Tuesday,” Mr. Gault continues, “At the very least.” The pleased expression across his face grows bigger. This man actually seems to be taking a weird sort of pleasure in kicking Matthew out of school.

The kid is six. How bad could the fight have been?

Dean’s nostrils flare and he opens his mouth, ready to read the guy the riot act, but he feels Cas’ hand on his arm.

“Mr. Gault, this seems a little extreme.” Castiel appears the picture of composure, but Dean can spot the barely concealed anger in that steely, unblinking stare. “Isn’t detention the normal protocol for something like this?” Mr. Gault’s mouth becomes a thin line.

“Normally, yes, but in situations where a student is injured-“

“Matthew hurt a kid?!” Dean blurts out incredulously. “Why the-“

“Um, actually, your son was the one… injured.” Gault admits. Castiel and Dean blink in unison.

“Another child hurt Matthew and he’s the one getting a suspension?” Castiel’s tone seems to drop the temperature in the room five degrees.

“He instigated the fight,” Gault counters. “And this hasn’t been the first time-“

“So why is this the first time we’re hearing about this?” Castiel crosses his arms over his chest defiantly, and now Dean feels like he’s the one who needs to hold his husband at bay.

“You seem to be dancing around the situation and placing the blame on our kid.” Dean narrows his eyes. “How about we ask Matthew what happened?” Gault’s shoulders straighten, and it appears like he’s calling Dean’s bluff.

“Alright.” He picks up the phone on his desk and hits two buttons, talking to someone on the other line and asking them to send Matthew in. The office door opens a second later and Matthew walks in sullenly, remnants of dried blood under his nose and a rather nice bruise on his forehead. Castiel and Dean both rush to him, talking over each other to ask if he’s alright.

“Matthew,” Castiel says, lightly placing a hand on Dean’s shoulder and quieting Dean. “Can you tell us about the fight?” Matthew gives a sullen nod.

“Eric Roth invited all the kids in class to his birthday,” Matthew sniffs, “But he said I couldn’t come.”

Castiel frowns. “Well, Matthew, that’s no reason to start a fight-“

“He said I’m gross because I have two dads.” A whimper escapes Matthew’s throat and he wipes as his face with his sleeve. The room goes quiet enough to hear a pin drop and both Cas and Dean twist around to look at a very bewildered Mr. Gault.

“Has this happened before, Matthew?” Castiel asks, his voice barely constrained and his eyes not leaving Gault. Matthew nods.

“He told the other kids not to talk to me because my dads are dirty-“

“Our son is getting bullied and you’re punishing him?!” Dean blurts out as he jumps to his feet, towering over the vice principle.

“Uh, well… I was told he started the-“

“I don’t care who the hell started the fight,” Dean snaps. “You’re ignoring abuse of your students and then blaming the victim when they fight back?”

“They shouldn’t be fighting at all-“

“And this has happened repeatedly.” Castiel finally lets the calm facade drop. “Have Eric Roth’s parents been made aware of their child’s behavior?”

“Well, he’s not the instigator-“

“We’re done here,” Dean announces firmly, scooping up a still sniffing Matthew into his arms. “I expect to hear that you’ve addressed the issues of bullying in your school and you won’t be suspending our child when he’s the victim.” Castiel and Dean walk out Mr. Gault’s office, leaving the man still gaping like a floundering fish.

As soon as they are out in the parking lot, Dean pulls back to take a look at Matthew. “You doing ok, buddy?” Matthew gives a small nod.

“Yeah,” he mumbles.

“Don’t worry about that Eric boy,” Castiel says, patting Matthew’s back comfortingly. “Dad and I will make sure to talk to his mom.”

“Did he hit you in the nose, Matt?” Dean asks. Matthew nods. “Your forehead too?”

“No, I head-butted him,” Matthew says. Dean can’t help but laugh.

“That’s my boy,” he says.

“Don’t encourage him,” Castiel says with a playful slap across his chest.

A Cinderella Story (Ethan Dolan)

Originally posted by dailydolantwins

I’m really excited for this mini story series, there will be multiple parts so I really hope you guys like it! This is A Cinderella Story featuring our handsome Ethan Dolan!

“y/n get down here.” my step-mother Alice aka the witch calls.

I walk down the stairs to see my two step sisters Anna and Ava standing there with their arms crossed.

“what’s this about?” I asked putting my hands on my hips.

My two step sisters were youtubers, well they were trying to be, nobody really liked their videos, pretty sure my step-mother paid for some of their views. I basically just helped with everything behind the scenes because as my step mommy put it “you’re just not star material.” That didn’t matter to me anyways, my real passion was music.

“well as you know the youtube convention is tomorrow and the girls are worried that you’re going to mess something up.” Alice said.

“me?” I questioned.

“just promise the girls you won’t mess anything up, i’m tired of this conversation.” Alice said looking at her polished nails.

“I promise.” I said rolling my eyes and walking back up the stairs.

I pulled out my phone dialing my fathers number.

“hey squirt.” He says picking up.

My father was a very successful business man so he was away a lot for work.

“nothing much just dealing with the evil witch.“ I said rolling my eyes.  

He didn’t see her real side. She was a completely different person when he was around, it was like we were one big happy family. She was only after his money.

"come on y/n.” My father said.

I could hear the disappointment in his voice. When my mother died he said he didn’t know if he could love again, that was until he found Alice.

“dad she hates me.” I said defending myself.

“she doesn’t hate you, now I have to go, I have a meeting. Be good and have fun at the convention tomorrow.” My dad said hanging up the phone.

I sighed before climbing in my bed. I pulled my song journal out from under my pillow. I had quite a few songs in here, but i’d never get to perform them. That’s all I really wanted. I tucked it back under my pillow before going to sleep for the night. I was awoken with cold water being dumped on me. I jolted out of bed to see Anna and Ava holding a video camera and laughing.

“ha ha very funny.” I said shoving them out of my room and closing the door.

I jumped in the shower and got ready to go to the convention. I was in charge of carrying the bags and getting coffee. We got in the car, driving through the busy streets of LA.

“I hope we get to meet the Dolan Twins.” Anna said gushing to Ava.

“I know me too, cause then Grayson can fall in love with you and Ethan can fall in love with me.” Ava squealed like a obsessed fan.

I scoffed laughing a little bit.

“something funny dear?” Alice asked looking in the rearview mirror at me.  

“nope nothing.” I said biting my tongue.

“AH WE’RE HERE!” Ava screamed, hurting my ears.

I got out looking at the crowded building. I saw a lot of famous youtubers hanging around each other, just talking and laughing. I wish that I could have friends like that, the closest friend that my step mother would allow is Ellis, my step sisters stylist. Ellis hated them just as much as I did, but Alice paid her good money to make the girls look good (and that was a challenge in itself.)

“uh excuse me bag girl, you want to get the bags?” Anna said handing me her suitcase.

I didn’t even have time to fully pick it up before Ava threw hers on top as well. I struggled to carry both of their suitcases and grab Alice’s too. Alice walked ahead while we all followed behind.

“who are you guys?” A tall security guy asked.

“uh excuse me this is Anna and Ava, they’re on the list sir.” Alice snapped.

Geez now I see where the girls get it from.

“who’s that.” The guard asked gesturing to me.

“oh she’s just the help.” Alice scoffed.

The guard left us through. I walked a little bit ahead before completely tripping and dropping all the bags. I was completely embarrassed. I started to push myself off the floor when a hand grabbed my arm helping me up.

“are you okay?” A voice asked.

I looked up and there was thee Ethan Dolan smiling at me. I was a little star struck at first. I’ve watched all their videos. I liked them both but there was just something about Ethan that always stuck out to me. Maybe it was the breath taking smile he was giving me right now.  

“hey are you okay?” Ethan asked again.

“oh yeah uhm I do this all the time.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

Really? Did I really just say that? Ethan let out a laugh. Oh that laugh though.

“well you should probably stop.” He said laughing some more.

“you're right I probably should.” I said not being able to stop the smile that spread on my face.

Ethan reached down and grabbed the suitcases from the floor.

“do you need help with these?” He offered.

I was about to respond but was quickly cut off by Ava.

“oh no she’s got those. Hi i’m Ava and this is Anna. We’re youtubers.” Ava said standing between me and Ethan.

Ethan looked terrified as the girls got in his face.

“uh hey guys actually I have to go find Grayson.” He said awkwardly.

He walked around Ava so he was facing me again.

“I hope I see you around.” He said smiling at me.

I could feel my face start to get hot.

“yeah me too.” I said smiling too.

Ethan walked away. I picked up the suitcases and followed Alice and the girls to our room.

“what was that?” Alice said as we got in the room.

“what was what?” I asked putting the suitcases in their room.

“sweetheart, Ethan Dolan would not be interested in a nobody. He needs to be with a somebody, a somebody like Ava.” Alice said placing her hands on her hips.

“well maybe if the girls didn’t come on so strong, he might’ve actually talked to them.” I snapped.

Alice was taken back a little bit.

“what did you just say to me?” She asked coming closer to me.

“nothing, I’m sorry. I won’t talk to him anymore.” I said looking at the ground.

“good, now be a doll and go fetch us some coffee.” She said clapping her hands together.

I rolled my eyes before grabbing my purse. I walked down to the cafeteria. I ordered their coffee walking them back to the room. I should honestly just spit in all of them. My phone went off signaling that someone was calling. I grabbed it out of my pocket seeing that it was Ellis.

“hey girl.” I answered.

“I’ll be there in a few don’t let the three stooges get you down too much.” She said laughing.

“too bad that already happened.”

I started to tell Ellis the story and wasn’t really paying attention to where I was walking. I felt my body collide against someone else. The coffee slipped from my hand going all over the person.

“I’m so sorry.” I said quickly reaching in my bag for some napkins.

“do you do this all the time too?”

I looked up at Ethan standing there with a now soaked shirt.

“uh Ellis I’ll talk to you later.” I said hanging up the phone.

I turned back to Ethan who was just looking at me.

“wow I really know how to make a first impression.” I said laughing.

“I’m impressed well rather amused.” Ethan said smiling.

“Can I help you clean up?” I asked laughing a little.

He shook his head and we walked to the nearest bathroom. I walked in grabbing some paper towels and ran them under water. I walked back out and Ethan was standing there shirtless. I could feel my face instantly heat up. Ethan smirked handing me his shirt. I started to rub the coffee stain from his shirt.

“I’m so sorry again. I’m normally not this much of a clutz I promise.” I said handing him his shirt back.

“I don’t know you’re pretty convincing. Also I never got your name earlier” Ethan said laughing again.

“it’s y/n.” I said smiling.

“I’m Ethan.” He said smiling back.

I looked at all the coffee on the floor.

“I better go get them more coffee.” I said gesturing to the spilled coffee.

“do you want company y/n?” Ethan asked.

I knew I shouldn’t be talking to him but I didn’t care.

“i’d love some company Ethan.”

We walked down to the cafeteria getting to know each other better. He told me the story of him and Grayson getting bullied for making videos and then how they moved to LA to follow their dreams. I didn’t tell him how I already knew the story, I just let him tell it. I told him about my home life with my evil step mother.

“yeah your step sisters are kind of frightening.” He said laughing.

“you have no idea.” I said rolling my eyes.

Ethan and I talked for awhile. It was easy, it was like we were long lost friends. I laughed at all his stupid jokes and he laughed at mine.

“so why aren’t you a youtuber?” Ethan asked looking at me seriously now.

“well my step-mom says I’m quote not star material.” I said rolling my eyes.

“well I definitely think a face as pretty as yours should be in front of a camera.” Ethan said smiling.

I choked on my sip of coffee. Did thee Ethan Dolan just call me pretty? I was about to respond but we were interrupted by a voice.

“hey bro, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. We have a photo shoot to do.” Grayson said appearing behind us.

“sorry man I guess I just got caught up. This is y/n.” Ethan said gesturing towards me.

“It’s nice to meet you.” I said extending my hand to him.

“it’s nice to meet you too I’m Grayson.” Grayson said smirking and placing his hand in mine.

“hey catch up with you later?” Ethan asked turning towards me.

“of course, but it’d be great not to embarrass myself next time.” I said giggling.

Grayson was looking back and forth between me and Ethan just smirking.

“bye.” Ethan said getting up and walking away with Grayson who was teasing him.

I couldn’t help but smile the whole way back up to the room. I walked in and the girls were standing there with their hands on their hips.

“and just where have you been?” Anna scoffed.

“getting coffee.” I shrugged setting the carrier on the table.

“it doesn’t take an hour and a half to get coffee.” Ava said rolling her eyes.

Anna picks up her coffee taking a sip before spitting it out.

“It’s cold!” She whines.

“that’s why they make microwaves.” I said rolling my eyes.

“come on girls you have an interview.” Alice said not looking up from her smart phone.

“what do you want me to do?” I asked looking at all three of them.

“I don’t know and I don’t care. Just be back for dinner.” Alice said walking out of the room followed by the girls.

I guess I can look around. I walked out of the room and started to look around. I passed a room with a lonely piano in it. I looked around making sure nobody was around before I walked in. I played a couple keys, loving the sound. I pulled out my song book from my purse, sitting it on the stool. I started to play a song I wrote called girl on fire.

song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7xsVF_XTEs)

I was so in to the music I barely heard anyone coming. I quickly stopped playing before running out a different door. 


“just admit you like her bro.” Grayson said for the hundredth time.

“I just met her dude.” I said rolling my eyes.

Gray has been bugging me ever since he saw me and y/n talking in the cafeteria. I’ll admit she was different then a lot of girls and I definitely wanted to get to know her more but it was way to early to tell. Grayson was still talking when I heard another sound. Someone was singing.

“shut up for a second.” I said listening closer.

It was a girl singing, and playing the piano. I started listening to the words she was saying.

everybody stands as she goes by

cause they can see the flame that’s in her eyes

watch her as she’s lighting up the night

nobody knows that she’s a lonely girl

and it’s a lonely world

but she gonna let it burn baby

burn baby

this girl is on fire

I swear I’ve heard that voice before, but I couldn’t place it with anyone. The words she was singing hit me deep. It was a beautiful sound.

“E what is it?” Grayson asked confused.

“I swear I know that voice.” I said scratching my head.

We followed the voice to a room. Suddenly the playing stopped and the door slammed shut. I walked in the room staring at the piano my mystery girl was just sitting at. I ran my fingers over the keys, they were still warm from where hers were. I smiled to myself thinking of her singing. That’s when I knew I had to find this girl.

part two : https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/164732941322/a-cinderella-story-ethan-dolan

my i – jun & the8

summary: the red string of fate is said to connect two souls. the string can be twisted and pulled in any direction, but it remains unbreakable. no matter what, the two souls stay connected.

au: soulmate, reincarnation, knight.

words: 2,753.

tw: mentions of blood.

a/n: just a little something to celebrate the release of the my i mv.

Wen Junhui is thirteen years old when he first sees the red string of fate.

It appears all of a sudden; a bright flash of red that surprises him and almost makes him fall backwards. He’s the only one who sees it, it seems, as no one even takes a glance in his general direction.

The string disappears as quickly as it came, but he was able to see who was at the other end before it was completely gone. What he saw was the same string that was tied around his pinky finger, also tied around the pinky finger of the little boy sitting near the middle of the grassy field.

He’s heard of the red string of fate. He’s heard of its legend; that no matter what, the two souls stay connected. It’s a myth, people say; something made up to give hope to everyone that their soulmate is out there.

He never believed it, until now.

Junhui decides to approach him first.

The little boy is sitting all by himself, curled up into a ball as he watches the other knights fool around with each other. He’s a bit of a shy kid, and he’s new to the country, so walking up to someone first seems like such a challenge.

From the corner of his eye, he sees someone take a seat next to him, and when he turns to see who it is, he sees a boy about a year older grinning at him.

“Hi,” the boy says, the smile on his face never leaving. “I’m Wen Junhui, but you can call me Jun. What’s your name?”

“Xu Minghao,” he answers with a little smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Jun.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Minghao,” Junhui grins. “So, I’m guessing you’re new here?”

Minghao nods his head. “My family sent me here to train to become a knight. They’re expecting me to work hard to serve for our country,” he explains.

“My parents sent me here for that same reason,” Junhui says. “But we get to learn how to wield swords and ride horses and perform martial arts. I’d say it’s not so bad. I do miss home, though.”

“How long have you been training?” Minghao asks.

Junhui makes a thinking pose and says, “Maybe about… eleven months? Almost a year.”

“Eleven months?” Minghao repeats, his smile fading. “I haven’t been here for long, but I already feel like I’m falling behind… and I can’t even imagine how homesick I’m going to be…”

Junhui smiles at the boy, throwing an arm over his shoulder. “Hey, don’t think that way,” he says. “You’ll catch up in no time. Getting homesick is inevitable, but just remember you’re here to make your family proud.”

The smile reappears on Minghao’s face, the boy’s optimism bringing up his mood. Junhui takes his arm off of Minghao’s shoulder and falls backwards to lie on the grass. He places his hands behind his head, watching the clouds go by, and Minghao copies him.

“Is it hard to get used to?” Minghao asks.

“Give it a week or two,” Junhui replies. Recalling the red string he saw earlier, he adds, “And if you mess up or get into trouble, I’ll be there to protect you.”

“You don’t have to,” Minghao says quietly. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“We’re friends, aren’t we?” Junhui asks, and Minghao smiles at the word friends. He stays silent after Junhui’s claim, and they stay lying on the grass side by side, watching the clouds roll by.

Junhui brings a hand up and reaches for the sky, his eyes locked on the pinky finger the red string was tied around. And when Minghao does the same, he sees the red string for a split second before it disappears once more.

Minghao is twelve years old when he first sees the red string of fate.

“You didn’t have to get involved.”

“Trust me, I did.”

Minghao finishes wrapping bandages around Junhui’s head, and begins doing the same with the bloody gash on his arm. The white shirt Junhui’s wearing is stained with splotches of blood and patches of dried up mud, but despite this, his smile never leaves his face.

Junhui overheard a few seniors speaking badly of Minghao and saying something about breaking his equipment so that he’d look like a fool during training. Junhui felt the need to intervene, but the whole thing escalated, and there was no way he was going to win three to one. He did manage to leave his marks though; a black eye, a broken nose, a sprained wrist. Those won’t be healing anytime soon.

Minghao finishes cleaning Junhui’s wound, and starts wrapping white cloth around his arm. He asks, “Why?”

“Because,” Junhui says, eyeing his pinky finger and Minghao’s. “I said I’d always protect you.”

Minghao hesitates. “I’m sorry, Jun,” he says. “I feel like I just cause trouble for you.”

“You don’t,” Junhui assures, using a wet cloth to wipe away the dry blood on his knuckles. “I chose to act. And I swung my fist at that senior’s face first. It’s all on me.”

“You do so much for me…” Minghao says quietly, looking down.

Junhui was the first person to talk to him when he first arrived. He lets him take the last piece of meat during meals, and always has extra water packed for him when they go out to train. He defends him from the bullies, takes the blame whenever he messes up; he’s done so much already, and Minghao… has yet to repay him.

“One day, I’m going to return the favor,” Minghao says confidently.

“You don’t have to,” Junhui says.

“We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Junhui laughs, recalling the same conversation they had on the grassy field when they first met. “Alright,” is all he says.

Minghao finishes bandaging Junhui’s arm, and he packs up the first aid kit. While on his way to bring it back, a bright flash of red surprises him, making him drop everything in his hands.

Junhui rushes over to him, asking, “Minghao, are you all right?!”

Minghao doesn’t say a word. All he can focus on is the red string tied around Junhui’s pinky. He follows the trail, eyes widening when he sees his own pinky finger at the other end. But then he blinks, and it’s gone.


Minghao snaps back to reality, and looks up at his best friend. “Huh?” is all he can say.

Junhui laughs and crouches down, and he starts cleaning up the mess Minghao made. “You’re a bit clumsy, aren’t you?” he teases.

It takes a while for Minghao to process everything, and once it all sinks in, he rushes to help Junhui pick up the fallen items.

He’s heard of the red string of fate. He’s heard of is legend; that no matter what, the two souls stay connected. It’s a myth, people say; something made up to give hope to everyone that their soulmate is out there.

He never believed it, until now.

Wen Junhui is his soulmate… now he knows he has to protect him, too.

Junhui is twenty-two and Minghao is twenty-one when they hear about the war.

“The neighboring kingdom… has declared war on us all.”

Junhui’s eyes widen upon hearing the news, and he turns to see a stone-faced Minghao. But despite his tough demeanor, Junhui can see him visibly shaking.

The other knights begin yelling, saying that too many innocent lives will be lost, saying that they have families they need to protect.

“You’re all going to be protecting the entire country now,” the head of the guards says. “If you want to protect the people you love, then you better train harder from here on out. They could attack any day now.”

Once dismissed, Junhui and Minghao head over to the training grounds, and they each pick up a sword and shield to practice sparring.

“Ready?” Junhui asks, making a fighting stance.

“When you are,” Minghao says, taking a step forward.

They sprint at each other and clash swords, but Junhui can sense there’s something wrong when the fight doesn’t last for more than five minutes. Minghao’s on the floor looking down, and he stays in that same position, shoulders drooping the more he thinks about the upcoming war.

Junhui crouches down to his level, and sees his best friend’s shoulders shaking. He asks, “It’s about the war, isn’t it?”

Minghao stays quiet.

Junhui pats him on the head. “Hey, don’t worry,” he says softly. “I’ll protect you. I promise.”

“No,” Minghao says. He looks up at Junhui, teary-eyed and shaking his head. “Promise me you’ll live. Promise me we both will.”

Junhui is shocked for a moment, but then his face softens. He smiles because that’s all he can do for now, he smiles because it’s enough to give Minghao hope.

“I promise,” he finally says.

(He promises, but he doesn’t know if he can live up to that promise).

Junhui and Minghao are too young when they meet their end.

Junhui falls to the ground, blood pouring out of his side and staining the dirt crimson. Hand-to-hand combat is his best skill; a skill of his often praised by the higher-ups and seniors. But his enemy is no match for him.

With a sickening grin on his face, the man raises his sword, ready to send the final blow, and Junhui closes his eyes… but the pain never comes.

He opens his eyes and gasps in horror when he sees Minghao hunched over him, the sword cutting into the space between his neck and right shoulder.

“M-Minghao…” Junhui says, and his best friend’s blood drips onto his face.

“It’s my turn…” Minghao says, and despite his pain, he smiles. “…to protect you.”

When the enemy slashes his back, Minghao falls to the ground, and Junhui’s eyes widen and he’s shaking with rage at the sight of his injured best friend. He picks up his sword and gets back on his feet, ignoring the sharp pain in his side.

His enemy doesn’t even have time to react; Junhui stabs him right through the stomach without warning. But he doesn’t stop there. He stabs him and stabs him and stabs him until he’s nothing but a mutilated soldier lying dead in a pool of his own blood.

Junhui crouches down and places Minghao’s arms around his neck so that he can give him a piggyback ride. “We’re leaving,” he tells him, wincing as he straightens up.

“But… what about…” Minghao begins, but when he looks up, he sees only but a handful of their men alive in the battlefield.

“We don’t have much time left anyway.”

Minghao stays silent while Junhui sneaks past the enemies, hiding behind piles of burnt equipment and in ditches. He walks and walks until he reaches a grassy field, and he collapses to the ground, panting heavily to catch his breath.

In the distance, there’s smoke and fire, and the distant sound of swords clashing. The sky isn’t as pretty as the one they’d watch during breaks in between training periods; there’s black smoke floating everywhere, and only tiny patches of blue can be seen if you look closely enough. The air itself smells like death. The pain in Junhui’s side and Minghao’s shoulder is ever-present.

Their worlds are starting to fade. Their bodies are starting to feel numb. This is it, they both think to themselves. There isn’t much time left.

There’s a silence. They lie on their backs, and for a split second, Junhui’s thirteen and Minghao’s twelve again, lying around the grassy field watching the clouds roll by.

Junhui places his hand on top of Minghao’s, who in turn intertwines his fingers with his.

Before it’s too late, Minghao calls out, “Jun?”

Junhui replies almost immediately. “Hm?”

It’s getting harder to breathe, but Minghao doesn’t want to give up just yet. He ignores the sharp pain in his shoulder and back, takes a deep breath and asks, “Do you think… we’ll meet again in the next life?”

Junhui smiles at his best friend’s innocent question. “I know we will,” he says, tightening his grip on Minghao’s hand. “I don’t care if I have to travel to the next country, or if I have to leave everything behind just to find you again.”

“How will you know it’s me?”

“Believe me,” Junhui says, shutting his eyes. In a quieter, hoarse voice, he finishes, “I’ll know.”

Minghao smiles at his words, and he finally shuts his eyes as well, keeping his hand clasped tightly around Junhui’s. “Then, me too,” he whispers.

I’ll know.

The red string of fate reappears, this time brighter than ever, around the pinky fingers of their intertwined hands.

But they’re no longer awake to see it.

“We have a new trainee joining us today,” a Pledis employee begins.

Junhui looks up at the sound of the announcement to see a tall and thin boy with a shy smile on his face standing at the very front.

“He came all the way from China,” the employee continues. “Please welcome him warmly.”

Everyone in the room claps at the arrival of the new member, and they each introduce themselves to him so that he can feel part of the Seventeen family immediately. Junhui doesn’t go just yet though; he decides to wait until everyone’s done before introducing himself.

For some reason, he feels a certain attachment to the boy, even if they’ve never met. Maybe because he knows how hard it is to travel to a new country, and how hard it is to leave everything behind.

Junhui decides to approach him first.

The new boy is sitting all by himself, curled up into a ball as he watches the other members fool around with each other. He’s a bit of a shy kid, and he still has to practice his Korean, so walking up to someone first seems like such a challenge.

From the corner of his eye, he sees someone take a seat next to him, and when he turns to see who it is, he sees a boy about a year older grinning at him.

“Hi,” the boy says in Chinese, and the new member’s face brightens upon hearing this. “I’m Wen Junhui, but you can call me Jun. What’s your name?”

“Xu Minghao,” the boy answers with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Jun.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Minghao,” Junhui grins.

“Do you think… we’ll meet again in the next life?”

“I know we will. I don’t care if I have to travel to the next country, or if I have to leave everything behind just to find you again.”

“How will you know it’s me?”

“Believe me. I’ll know.”

“Then, me too.”

I’ll know.


present day

“Jun, Minghao,” Jihoon calls out, flipping through the completed song book in his hands. “Have you finished the choreography for My I yet?”

“We’re almost done,” Junhui answers. “We just have to plan out the ending.”

“Do you want to see what we have so far?” Minghao asks.

Jihoon nods his head, calling up the other members to go to the practice room. Upon arrival, they each take a seat on the floor, excited to see the performance of the two Chinese members.

Junhui and Minghao each grab an end of the white string lying on the floor, and they pick it up and tightly tie it around their wrists.

The song begins, and the other members let out a few cheers and words of encouragement, but Junhui and Minghao don’t react; the song itself is heartbreaking, and so they stay focused in mirroring this emotion in their expressions.

When the words, “I’ll know,” escape their lips, familiarity flashes in their eyes, but neither of them can lay a finger on what seems so familiar.

After showing what they have so far, they receive a round of applause from the other Seventeen members. Junhui and Minghao turn to one another, panting heavily after such a tiring dance.

They smile at each other, the white string still tied around their wrists, the white string still connecting them… just like how the red string of fate did in the past.

They’re soulmates who were separated, only to be reunited again after all these years.

They’re soulmates who were separated, only to find each other again just like they promised.

But this time, they’ll be together for so much longer.

Little Beta(s) Chapter 18

Prompt: Liam get’s turned at an early age and he looks at you as his guardian/parent. Plus you’re dating Scott who’s always trying to look after him. (10 year gap between Liam and reader)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) Scott McCall x Reader


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Something about what Cole said...

You know, I was Re-watching the Riverdale panel, and Cole said something that made me worry about beanie baby’s safety.

When he talked about Jug feeling like a special snow flake, Cole also added that he would learn that being special at South Side might be too dangerous, and that he would end up learning that in a bad way.

Now I’m actually worried about Jughead’s safety.

Apparently, he’s gonna get bullied all over again (maybe worse) and I’m not sure I’m ready to see him suffering anymore. I mean, wasn’t Season 1 enough??

He needs us, guys… He needs his protection Squad and we’re not gonna let him down!



Spencer x Reader have a summer fling which ends quickly, and both are left wondering, was there a possibility for a future together?

This is a true story. Apart from the end, they got back with their ex and I have been left wondering what would have happened if I had stayed with them. I just needed to write something down.

Soundcheck by Catfish and The Bottlemen was the soundtrack to our first kiss.

// In this AU, Maeve is alive //

It started in the Summer.

You had met through Penelope Garcia, she thought you two would be amazing together. A shared love of books, music, and learning. A perfect match, right?

A coffee date turned into sleepovers and laying together in the park, you had never told someone so much about yourself, and at first it didn’t concern you that he did not do the same.

He was like your drug. Every moment spent with him fizzed like cherry cola and tingled like kisses on your neck*. You stopped taking your medication, convinced that HE was the source of your infinite happiness and you thought that you had never seen perfection until you first glanced at his face. You asked him to be your boyfriend, one afternoon lying next to each other. You had always feared commitment, but this now seemed to be the most natural thing in the world.

It lasted eight days.

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anonymous asked:

Benarmie. Everybody assumed that Armitage would be an Omega, it was expected and Armie hated that people just assumed such thing, when he presented as an Alpha, Armie was delighted, Ben on the other hand, was thought to be a beta, with his lanky and lithe appareance, just no striking as an alpha nor beatiful as a omega, Armie thought that as well as bulshit because Ben was the sweetest, softest, kind hearted boy ever and even if Ben was a Beta, Armie was ready to ask him to be his mate but (1/2)

2/2) Ben presented as an omega and Armitage couldn´t help but imagine Ben with a bond mark on his neck and pups in his belly. His pups. This could be a promp if you want to write about it? Dunno if you are busy? It´s just, shy Ben being surprised that his handsome alpha best friend wants him. Timid kisses and hesitant touches~! Childhood Sweethearts. Best Friends that fell in love ahhhh. Also, overprotective armie.

Slamming his bedroom door with a heavy cry, Ben barricades it, trapping himself inside, throwing himself on his bed as his body shakes with sobs.

He’s an omega in a world full of alphas, and he’s had enough. School was unbearable today. Most of his classmates are alphas, only a handful of betas, 2 yet to present and he’s the only omega. They call him names, say he’s too ugly and too lanky to be an omega, they pull his hair and push him, touch him where he doesn’t want to be touched, and talk about him as though he’s no longer a person.

They’re all the same, he thinks. All the alphas, they’re all cowards, pigs, bullies–

Except Hux.

Ben sighs. Armitage isn’t like the other alphas. He’s kind, he talks to Ben about his interests and his favourite bands, he’s a friend. Perhaps more than a friend, maybe a mate–

Three soft knocks grabs Ben’s attention and he looks up to the door from his pillow.

“Ben?” It’s Hux. “Your mother let me in. She says you came home from class, crying, and ran straight upstairs. Come out, Ben. Let me help.”

“You can’t help,” Ben replies, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the doorknob move as Hux jiggles it from the other side. “No one can help. I’m stuck as a fucking omega for the rest of my life. No one will want me now, no one wants an omega who doesn’t look like an omega–”

“I want you.”

With just three words, Hux manages to bring the spark back into Ben’s heart. He stares at the door, wondering for a moment if the alpha is merely taunting him, another brute trying to have his way with him, but Hux’s voice is soft, causing Ben no irritation or fear.

It’s real.

“Just open the door, Ben. Just let me in. I need to see you.”

Clearing the stuff away from behind the door, Ben opens it slowly, startled when Hux pushes it opens and storms in, taking Ben’s hand and brushing his hair from his face.

“You aren’t hurt, are you?” Hux asks, eyes scanning Ben’s body. “If any one of those bastards has laid a finger on you then I’m going to have their eyes cut out–”

“Hux. Fucking hell. I’m fine,” Ben says. He grabs the alpha’s wrists and lowers his fussing hands away. “I just don’t want this. I wanted so much to be an alpha or a beta. Like you and Mom, or like Dad. But I’m not. Everyone looks at me like I’m some exotic creature that they want to pet or lock up. I can’t do it, Hux.”

“Sssh, Ben.”

Hux guides Ben back to his bed, making sure he’s sitting down comfortably before sitting beside him, and Ben sinks into his friend’s arms, feeling slightly relaxed by Hux’s strong scent.

“It’s not the end of the world,” Hux says. “We’ll get you cologne, if you want. Cover your neck, your scent glands. Keep you hidden. Or, we can embrace your uniqueness and tell everyone else to fuck off.”

Ben chuckles, “I’m guessing you prefer the second option.”

“Of course.” Hux cups Ben’s cheek, unable to resist moving down to touch the soft spot on Ben’s neck where his scent glands are changing. Ben moans quietly. “Alpha boys are brutes, Ben. Uncivilised, driven by new hormones. The rest of the alpha population aren’t like that. I promise you. They’re a minority.”

“I suppose.”

“And anyway,” Hux leans in, and Ben looks up to see a sparkle in the alpha’s pale eyes as their lips draw closer together. Ben’s breath hitches, eyes widening, overcome with Hux’s presence. “I’ll be with you, always. And no one would dare harm you whilst I’m next to you. ”

“Hux.” Ben breathes out the alpha’s name before they kiss, sloppily and uncoordinated, but Ben is too consumed by his lust to think of the movement of his lips. Suddenly, he’s imagining Hux’s body on top of his, pinning him down and filling him with his knot, then out in public together with their hands entwined and all the other alphas and betas can do is merely look on at the new couple who are too lost in their own passions and affections for each other to care about the opinions of outsiders.

Ben stretches his hand out, wanting to touch Hux, but he hesitates, pulling it away before any contact is made.

“Don’t be afraid,” Hux whispers, breaking the kiss. “I’m just as much yours, Ben. Touch me.”

Ben gulps but strokes the back of Hux’s hand before threading their fingers together slowly, relishing in the feeling of their hands being so close.

Ben doesn’t want to let go.

Dear Journal,

Today Sirius made Teddy and I some chocolate chips pancakes. Everyone was happy and smiling. We enjoyed our good breakfast together and it was great. Regulus called us and said he was planning a family dinner in the evening. We really needed a good family reunion to celebrate everyone being safe and sound. So we all dressed up nicely and headed to the Black’s.

Sophie was stunning as always. She was wearing a beautiful white dress with one of her little girls in her arms. Regulus appeared through the doorframe with the other twin on his shoulders. They looked like the perfect family. They were. Teddy ran to the girls and both hugged them. It’s like he had little sisters. We had a great night. Regulus and Sirius were talking about the latest quidditch game while Sophie, Teddy and I were playing with the girls. They were adorable.

“Hey look Vega, the cow is in the barn!” Teddy said, the baby on his lap.

She giggled and clapped her hands together.

“What does the cow say honey?” Sophie asked her.

“Moooooo!” She said, proudly.

“Good job Vega!” I smiled.

When the night fell and the girls were put to sleep. I suprised Regulus and Teddy having a conversation, looking up at the stars.

“Uncle Reggie?”

“Yes Ted?”

“Do you sometimes regret some things you’ve done in the past?” Teddy asked.

“I do. But without them, I wouldn’t be the same I am today.” Regulus said, looking down at Ted. “Is there something on your mind? You know I’m always here to listen to you buddy.”

“Thanks Reggie.. But everything is great.. I just sometimes wonder if I could’ve changed something by doing something else..” Teddy said.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.. well, Sometimes I wonder if I could’ve done something to stop people from bullying James Sirius for being with me. He took it very hard and they were mean to him. I wonder if I could’ve done something more that’s all.” Teddy said.

“Ted it’s not your fault.. you know that right?” Regulus added.

“I do know it. I just.. wonder sometimes.”

“Some people are mean Ted, they want to make you feel that way but you can’t let them. You’re a great boyfriend to James Sirius i’m sure of it.”

“Thanks Uncle Reggie.”

I smiled to the connection they both had. They were so simple with supporting eachother. It was normal for them to talk like this.


allyadarth  asked:

94- "Did they hurt you?" Newt, please?

You and your long-time boyfriend, Newt, were warmly cuddled up in each others arms, sleeping.  Your head was tucked under Newt’s chin and your arms were tightly wrapped around each other’s body.  All was well, nice, quiet, and peaceful.

However, around 4AM, the feeling of someone tossing and turning beside you woke you up.  Groggily, you sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes.  “Mmm… Newt?”  You whispered.

You looked over to see that Newt was shifting around in bed, a thin layer of sweat could be seen on his forehead.  

Oh poor Newt… he must be having a nightmare.  You thought as your mother hen mode instinctively kicked in.

You grabbed both of Newt’s shoulders and gently shook him in an attempt to get him to wake up.  “Newt!  Sweetheart, please wake up.”

All of a sudden, Newt sprung up, breathing heavily as a single tear slipped down one cheek.  “Y-Y/N?”  He said shakily.

You nodded, your eyebrows furrowing in worry.  “Yeah, yeah it’s me, baby,” you soothed and kissed his cheek before placing a hand on his leg to try and get him to calm down.  “Nightmare?”

He nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He sighed.  “It was just some old memories… from school.”

You had heard all about how Newt’s experience at school wasn’t necessarily one to boast about.  He had some trouble with bullies… anything that would make someone’s school experience suck.

“Was it them again?”  Newt had told you once that there was a particular group of boys in his year that just wouldn’t leave him alone and let him have his peace.

“Yes…,” Newt responded quietly.

“Did they hurt you?” you asked comfortingly in a mother-like tone.

“J-just the usual.  Teasing me about my love for magical creatures, a bloody nose, probably some tears…” Newt was speaking almost inaudibly at this point.

You took him into your arms and rubbed circles on his back soothingly.  “Well, they’re probably working some bloody awful job right now while you’re about to become a best-selling author.  Whatever they did to you, doesn’t matter now.  You’ve got a case full of magical creatures that look at you as a mother, and a girlfriend that loves you with all her heart.”

“Merlin’s beard, how did I ever get so lucky?”  You heard Newt say as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

You pulled away from the hug and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.  “You really should be getting some sleep.  You always stay up so late writing your book.”

You both lay back on the bed, this time Newt’s head nuzzled under your chin,  Whatever happens, Newt knows you’ll always be there for him to chase the nightmares away,

Drabble Time!

Send me a one sentence prompt for Newt or Draco and I’ll write a short drabble with it!

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Art Lover

Requested by @a-girl-who-loves-disneyHi Meg! May I request a Steve Rogers x fem!reader? Tony invites the avengers to an art gala of one of his friends. Steve is immediately excited for it (he is an artist so of course he appreciates it :) While at the gala, Steve finds the pieces to be absolutely amazing. Later, Tony introduces everyone (Steve, in particular) to the reader who is the artist being featured. Tony mentions to her that Steve is an artist and she quickly starts talking art with him. Lots of fluff, please! :) 

Here you go, lovely! I do not own Steve or Tony. They belong to Marvel. 

Warnings: Fluff, all the fluff

Pairings: Steve Rogers x fem!reader, Tony Stark. 

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

Steve’s ears perked up at the words “art exhibit”. Anyone who knew Steve knew that he was an artist and that he loved to look at the work of other artists. Tony had just invited the whole team to an art gala by a local artist who just happened to be a friend of his. “She’s pretty nervous about it, so I told her I’d be there, for moral support. I also told her that I’d invite all of you,” Tony was saying, but Steve had already made up his mind. He was definitely going to go. 

               A week later, Steve climbed into the limo with the rest of the team, dressed in nice slacks and his blue button up that Natasha had insisted he wear. Since it was the gala of a local artist, there was no need to wear an expensive tux, for which Steve was grateful. He gave a shy wave to the paparazzi standing outside before quickly making his way inside. “Sorry about that. Apparently someone let slip we were coming,” Tony explained, but Steve wasn’t paying attention.

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in my class we have a zero tolerance policy. no bullies. it keeps fists still and words unsaid. how do i tell them that our country just gave the bullies not only another chance but every chance. that this man can say anything he wants, but if they use those words, they will be in detention.

children are so often compared to sponges. what they see, they become. we made a role model out of a slime mold.

how do i tell young girls to love themselves when they are told that being flat is a sin by the nation’s leader. how do i encourage them to come forwards with problems when they are watching what happens to sexual assault victims. how the judges will make up reasons to pardon. how can i tell them to be more than a housewife when the vice president compares the natural process of their bodies to murder. 

how can i teach young boys to be gentle when their leader is aggressive. how can i teach them it’s okay to be in love when love is rewritten as a score of marriages and groping strange women. how can i say in one breath “you are allowed to feel things” and in the other have our nation’s leader mock weakness on national television. how can i show them they can be better than the generation before them when they are given no reason that their behavior needs alteration. how do you teach someone to mature when a person can be stuck in middle school and still be president.

how do i teach my children your skin color doesn’t matter in school when it matters on the street. how dare i. how dare i tell them that i’ll make sure students with disabilities get what they need when the president mocks them openly. how dare i tell them that all religions should be respected when others face a possible resurgence of a nazi regime. how dare i even talk about bullies when we have made them center stage. 

our children grow up to be what they see. i teach books and art and love and to be gentle when handling things. the day after the election the girl with two moms was crying. people just watched her. nobody said anything. they all looked down at their own hands and couldn’t find the words. 

god, if you’re out there, let somebody big take on the bullies. hell, let me at him if you think that i’m ready. i just want my children to be okay. 

i want them to believe peace can win. even after everything.

  • Suga: Wipe your feet before you come in the gym!
  • Asahi: Listen to that. First thing out of his mouth, he's telling us what to do.
  • Daichi: Well, that stops today. We're not kids anymore.
  • Asahi: We go in strong.
  • Daichi: And we let him know he's done bossing us around.
  • Suga: Why are you here so early? Daichi, did you help Asahi with that bully that was harassing him?
  • Daichi: No, Suga. I was kicked out for punching a really misunderstood kid, thanks to you.
  • Suga: Thanks to me? What did-
  • Asahi: We've been talking.
  • Daichi: And you know what we realized? You tell us what to do all the time.
  • Asahi: We're not kids.
  • Suga: Ay, look at you two, standing up to the big, scary bully that loves you and protects you and wants you to be safe in this world.
  • Asahi: You're overprotective.
  • Daichi: And we're not gonna take it anymore.
  • Asahi: Yeah.
  • Suga: You know what? You're just tiny, little men to me right now. And you need to leave this place and come back later with more respect! And a pizza!
  • Asahi: [in a whisper, to Daichi] He seems very upset. What do we do now?
  • Daichi: [in a whisper, to Asahi] Well, we do need to eat.
  • Suga: What the hell are you whispering?
  • Asahi: We wouldn't mind some pizza, after all.
  • Daichi: But we're not getting any pineapple.
  • Suga: You are getting pineapple!
  • Daichi: We're taking it off our slices.
  • Suga: Don't waste any food, Daichi!
  • Daichi: [to Asahi] I think we made our point.
  • Asahi: Totally.

The Maid : Part Eight

Summary : Lucy was a 24 years old lone survivor, in her path of survival and escaping death , she stumbled across The Saviors who took her to The Sanctuary, where she found shelter and food. But what she didn’t know was that the girl who always hated and bullied her at school, is one of Negan’s wives (Frankie ) and is about to turn her life into a living hell all over again!

Pairings : Negan x Lucy

Type : slowburn

Warnings : language

Dedicated to @negansmainwife


“Fuck my life!!”
Lucy muttered under her breath as she sat on the cold ground of her cell staring at the dirty wall , hugging her knees. Her breath hitched in her throat and a tear escaped her blue eyes.

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Stand up For Him//A Simon Bellamy Imagine

Anon said:  hi, I really liked your nathan young imagine! could i request a simon bellamy imagine where y/n and Simon were best friends when they were little and they meet again at community service and he’s really cute and shy and stuff? Thanks

Simon is the bae my precious child 


“Panty sniffer!” you heard someone shout. “Melon fuckaaaa!”

You rounded the corner, curious as to what was going on.

The probation worker got to you first. “Finally decided to join us then?” he asked.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” you told him apologetically. “My car broke down and I had to root around for ages before I found the problem. I managed to fix it, but–”

“Look, I don’t care what you’re excuse is, just grab a brush and get to work,” he snapped. 

You nodded and grabbed a brush and started working on the graffiti on the wall.

“Well then,” someone said, coming up behind you. Whoever it was, they were so close you could feel their breath on your neck. “Who’re you?”  You turned and saw that it was the guy who had been shouting “Melon fuckaaaa!”

“Can you not stand so close please,” you asked quietly.

He got even closer. “Who are you?”

“Nathan, back off!” a girl with a tight pony tail shouted. He did what she said, thank god.

“Are you okay?” she asked. 

You nodded.

“’E’s a prick. I’m Kelly, that’s Nathan, Curtis, and that’s Alisha,” she pointed to each person as she named them.

“What about him?” you asked, pointing to the person standing with his back facing you.

Kelly rolled her eyes. “That’s Simon. He’s the one Nathan was shouting at earlier.”

Your eyes widened. “Simon Bellamy?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah…D’you know ‘im or somefin’?”

“We were best friends when we were little. I haven’t seen him in years.”

“Are you gonna go say hi?”

“What? Oh, yeah of course.” You walked over to him and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. “Simon?”

He turned around. His face had changed, but there was no mistaking those bright blue eyes.

“(Y/N)?” He smiled slightly. “Is that you?”

You grinned. “I should hope so.”

“Y-you got tall,” he stammered. 

You shrugged. “Can’t say the same for you.”

He pretended to be hurt. “I’m offended.”

“What was that shouting about earlier?” you asked. 

He turned red and looked away. “They think I’m a pervert,” he said quietly. “They all hate me.”

You felt anger bubble up in your stomach. “What the fuck?” you muttered. “Are you serious?”

He nodded. “It’s nothing though.”

You stared at him. “Simon, it’s not nothing. They’ve got no right to treat you like this. I’m gonna talk to them.”

“No!” he cried, grabbing your hand.

You stared at your hands and then looked at him. He blushed and let go. 

“Simon, what’s with you? They’re all bullies, they could stand to be knocked down a few pegs.”

He shook his head. “If you try to help me, they’re gonna make fun of you. I don’t want this to be any worse for you than it already is.” He looked so sincere, but he also looked like he was about to cry.

“Oh, Simon,” you sighed, pulling him into a hug. “Don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself.”


You let go of Simon and rounded on the curly haired Irishman. “So what? Christ, I don’t understand what your problem is! He hasn’t done anything to you, but you make this fucking community service even worse for him! Dear god, your cock must be microscopic to get you to act like this much of a dick.”

Nathan stood there, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Simon had a huge smile on his face.

You went to stand next to him as you resumed scrubbing the wall. 

“I’ve never seen Nathan speechless before,” he said. “I forgot that you take absolutely no bullshit from anyone.”

You smiled. “Hey, d’you wanna get a drink after this?”

He nodded. “That sounds nice.”

Second Chances

Summary: Dan is mute and Phil is the bad boy at school who picks on him and bullies him. The only problem was that Dan and Phil have been talking to each other online for months. But Phil didn’t know he was talking to someone that he already knew, until they meet in person. Things don’t quite go as planned.

Genre: AU, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,774

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Back Together

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Word count: 1654

Characters: Finnick x reader

Warnings: References to both Finnick and the reader killing people in the Games, use of alcohol as a coping mechanism, angst, threat to life

Summary: Finnick regrets not talking to you when you are reaped for the Games.

They get drunk and share stories of their times in the games using each other as their safety blanket

Finnick Odair thought that the worst moment of his life would be the moment his name was reaped in the Hunger Games. Sure, all the teenagers of District Four hoped to have their name drawn- except Finnick, it felt like. Finnick and you. Neither of you saw it as an honour. You saw it as a death sentence. So he didn’t think anything worse could happen than being picked for the games himself.

He went to the Games. He killed people. He came back changed.

You had barely looked away from your TV whilst Finnick was in the Games. Normally, you only watched the Games if you had to- but this was different. This was Finnick. You best friend, the one person who actually cared about you, who’d been there your whole life. You felt like if you weren’t watching, then he’d die.

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Draco X Bullied! Reader

You were getting bullied daily by Pansy and some other snobby Slytherin girls for a while now and at first it didn’t bother you, but then, things started to get more serious…

You’d receive threatening notes and you’d get your essays you stayed up late at night critiquing were stolen from you. They put flour in your hairdryer so when you turned it on…well let’s just say it took you an extra hour to get the flour out of your hair. All of this was done because you were dating the Slytherin Prince. Draco Malfoy had chosen you to be his lover and you were thrilled to bits the first month or two but that was before the bullying began.

You sat in the Great Hall next to your very best friends Fred and George Weasley who were chatting about their plots to prank Filch soon, you couldn’t remain focused because of the glares you were getting from Pansy. “Are you alright Y/N?” asked Fred.

“You look a little pale.” added George, putting a hand to your forehead.

“I’m fine, so you mentioned something about fever fudge?” you said, waving the subject at hand away.

“Yeah, it’s far from perfected though.” sighed the twins.

“I see, well keep trying boys.” you said with a smile. Your gaze traveled back to Pansy and the twins followed it.

“She still giving you a hard time?” asked George.

“Yeah…” you mumbled.

“Why don’t you stick up for yourself?” asked Fred.

“I would but she just makes it worse whenever I try.” you grumbled. Fred and George gave you a look that was basically a picture of concern.

“Well, then get your boyfriend to do it.” suggested George. As if on cue, Draco walked through the doors of the Dining Hall and sat himself down at the Slytherin table.

He gave you a smile and beckoned you over to sit beside him but you darted your eyes around, pretending that you didn’t notice.

“Seriously Y/N, that’s so obvious you’re faking that you didn’t see him.” laughed George.

“Well I’m sorry I just don’t want to deal with Pansy the Queen of The Bitches.” you said, sassily. Fred and George both chuckled.

“If you had that fire around her she wouldn’t bully you as much.” Fred pointed out. You shook your head defiantly.

“No, I couldn’t.”

“Yeah you could. Besides, doesn’t it get annoying with all those girls buzzing around you like flys all day?” asked George. He did have a point but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right.

“We’d go with you.” said Fred, grabbing hold of your shoulder.

“Well…if you boys promise to stay with me the entire time.” you sighed.

“Yes!” cheered the twins. They stood up and gave each other a high five and hoisted you from your seat. “It’s showtime.” they laughed. You nodded and marched over to Pansy whom was clinging to your boyfriend.

“Pugsy, I mean, Pansy, get your hands off of Draco please.” you commanded. She whipped around to look at you. She glared daggers at you.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I hate you.” muttered Draco.

“Your jokes are so funny Dray.~” she said.

“You know what’s a funny joke Pansy? Your existence. I mean seriously look at you, you’re a bitch with low self esteem so you take it out on me.” you snapped. Draco looked at you, looking quite impressed with your sharp tongue.

Pansy scoffed and stood up.

“Well look at you, your just one of Draco’s charity cases.” she said, placing a hand on her hip. You looked back at the twins and they just gave you the thumbs up.

“No she isn’t!” shouted Draco. His bellow echoed throughout the Great Hall. “I chose her for a reason,” he said, standing up, “I chose her because she isn’t a pug that needs every makeup product imaginable slapped on her face to make herself look like a doll to raise her self esteem. She’s a better woman than you’ll ever be Pansy so stop flirting with me and stop bulling her!” he snapped. He walked over to you and took your hand.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” mumbled Pansy.

“Yes, you do, her friends have told me everything you’ve done to her so stop bullying my girlfriend you bitch.” hollered Draco. All eyes were on the tense exchange happening at the Slytherin table. Pansy just stood there, dumbfounded.

To make Draco’s words even more passionate, he pulled you towards him and gently pressed his lips against yours, it took you a moment to actually kiss back since you were almost stuck in stupor.

You heard Pansy let out a sob and her heels clacking against the ground as she ran from the scene playing in front of her. When Draco pulled away from you he gave you a smug smirk. “I’ll always be yours.” he whispered, wrapping you into a warm embrace.

to rampage.

requested by anon.


This school year has been good so far. You just started your senior year two months ago and for one month you’re now dating your longtime crush, Eric. You knew him from middle school and fell in love with him without even speaking to him; When you two got into high school, you made a friend that was friends with Eric. This friend eventually introduced you to him and that was the start of a good friendship. Soon, he started developing feelings for you but he kept quiet for a long time, too scared you wouldn’t feel the same. Eventually, he confessed and you also told him about your crush. He asked you to be his girlfriend on that same day.

It was wonderful. You listened to bands together since you shared the same music taste, he even tried to teach you how to play Doom. You basically did all the couple-y things regular couples would do, but there was something off about it. Sometimes, Eric just kinda went numb and it almost felt as if he was pushing you away. At first, you decided to not give it too much of a thought. Maybe he was just scared of getting hurt because of past relationships.
But this afternoon, it was different. You were hanging out at his house like you were doing quite often since you started dating. He was on his computer playing video games but you didn’t really mind him doing that so you could get some school stuff done. But the whole afternoon, he was doing this weird thing again. He didn’t really respond to anything you said and it almost seemed as if he didn’t want to be near you. This whole month, you just brushed it off but today you decided that it seemed weird.
„Babe? If you don’t want me around, I could just go home. Maybe Dylan can give me a ride.“, you said quietly and got up from his bed to start packing your bag.

He slowly turned his head but he wasn’t really facing you. „Oh yeah, go on then. Please just smooch all over his fucking face.“, he said over his shoulder. You could hear the fury in his voice. „Eric, no. t-that’s not what I tried to..“, you tried to comfort him.
You let go of your bag, walked over to him and lightly stroked his shoulders but he flinched as if your touch gave him physical pain. „y/n, fuck off.“, he snarled and you stepped back, visibly hurt. „Great. Eric, if you really liked me you wouldn’t just push me away all the time. I fucking try to be everything you want but it’s never enough, is it.“, you scolded and made your way to the door, grabbing your bag on the way. Your intestines felt like they were on fire, a thick ball started to form in the back of your throat. As you opened the door, you felt a strong grip on your shoulder. „Eric, let me go.“, you said with a dangerous sounding tranquility. „No, Y/N.“, he said, tightening the grip on your shoulder. „What the hell is going on, Eric? Why are you acting like a fucking asshole?“, you hissed.
„I don’t fucking know. But please stay. I’m gonna try to calm down, alright?“, he said with a more softer tone in his voice. „You’re lucky I fucking love you so much.“, you said, turning around. He let go of you and ran his fingers through his short hair. His bottom lip was trembling and his eyes almost made you feel frightened.

He tried to say something but it seemed as if some other thought crossed his mind. A really bad thought. You couldn’t really describe what happened but your boyfriend went wild.
He threw back his head and covered his eyes with his hands and then he started to throw stuff around that was in his reach of arms. „FUCKING. JOCKS. FUCKING PEOPLE THAT THINK THEY’RE BETTER THAN ME. I HATE THOSE GODDAMN LITTLE WORTHLESS PEOPLE.“
Those were some of the sentences you understood while Eric was going completely bonkers. You quickly hid behind his bed in order to not get hit by something like a school book. „Eric, stop it. Now!“, you yelled. He sunk down on the floor and covered his eyes with his hands again. You crawled out of your hiding spot to sit next to him. You didn’t touch him, you didn’t say anything. You just quietly gave him company, hoping he wouldn’t feel alone. Then he started talking with a weird, maudlin voice.
„You know what I’m scared of, y/n?“
„No, Eric. You seem so fearless to me.“
„Fuck, I’m scared of everything. I’m scared to breathe. I’m scared to touch you.“
„Babe, what are you talking about?“, you said. You felt as if he was going to break up with you every second now. The thick ball that started to form earlier just got thicker and was mentally clogging your throat.
„You made me love you, y/n. You made me let you in. And now you discovered the fricking monster I am. I should have never ever told you how I felt. All I do is hurt people. And I don’t know if I could handle ever hurting you.“, he said. You could hear him sobbing but you acted as if you didn’t, knowing that his ego would probably be bruised forever if you did.
„Eric, why should I be sitting here if I didn’t fucking love you. I love you. I love everything about you.“, you whispered.
You slowly went in for a hug, burying your head deep in the hollow of his shoulder. Your hands slightly stroked his back that trembled with every sob. You don’t know how long you must have stayed in that position, but Eric stopped crying and loosened the hug. „We’ll figure it out, babe.“, you said and smiled at him. He ever so slightly returned your smile and lifted your head a little to give you a slow kiss. You started to talk things out and he explained to you how he gets these furious outbreaks after getting bullied a lot in school. He also told you why acted so distant, he was scared of letting you see him while he’s in one of those rage rolls.

„I swear to god if you ever mention me crying in front of anybody, you’ll be dead before you can finish saying Rammstein.“, he said and you started laughing. „Pinky promise.“, you said. „And now get your ass over here and let me treat you all sorts of right since I’ve just almost made it into Hall of Fame for being the worst boyfriend ever.“, he murmured with his old self-confidence you loved about him and lifted you up. You giggled and he laid you passionately on his bed.

Spider-Man: Homecoming review

Spider-Man has not had the best luck in the past ten years. First came Spider-Man 3, which is a messy, corny, but still watchable movie. Then came The Amazing Spider-Man, which was a bland reboot that had a few good points but wasn’t too impressive. Then that movie was followed up by easily one of the worst superhero films ever made, The Amazing Spider-Man 2, a trainwreck of a film that repeated and enhanced every flaw of the third Raimi film. As you can guess, people were concerned Homecoming would fuck up, even though this was a joint effort between Sony and Marvel. Considering some of Sony’s recent films, it’s understandable one might be worried their shitty decisions might affect this movie, especially when they handled Spidey poorly three films in a row.

So how did they do? REALLY FUCKING WELL. This is, hands down, the best Spider-Man movie yet made; sorry Spider-Man 2, you’ve been dethroned, if only by a slim margin. This movie manages to do almost everything right in rebooting someone who has already been rebooted once, and though it does have some issues here and there, for the most part this is one of the most enjoyable and fun superhero films in a while.

The story concerns Peter and his obsessive desire to be seen as worthy to Tony Stark, so that he can achieve his dream of being an Avenger. Things get complicated since he has to juggle school and superheroics, and now he’s finding out that street thugs are getting powerful alien weapons somehow, this ‘somehow’ coming in the form of a group of former city contractors displaced by Stark’s Damage Control business lead by the disgruntled Adrian Toomes, or as comic fans may know him, the Vulture. The big question is: can Peter balance his superhero and school life, defeat Vulture, and impress Stark all at once? Or is this one challenge not even Spider-Man can handle?

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I have one critique of the 2017 Power Rangers move.

Aliens, monsters, battle suits that sit on the borderline of sci-fi & fantasy, giant dino mechas….My suspension of disbelief covers all of that.
There’s one thing I can not make my self believe

This guy

The clear homage to Bulk & Skull from the original series (In fact if you listen closely when he knocks himself out headbutting Billy I’m pretty sure you can here one of the crowd call him Skull)

That cannot possibly be the school bully…..I mean look at him?
What school is this? This guy is beneath grass on the social foodchain.

If this guy started talking shit at my school he’d be roasted to a crisp in seconds.
Here, let me make it clear just how easy it is. I’ll give myself 30 seconds.

1) With that hair and that outfit, you look like a literal dumpster fire. Well done.
2) You look like the lovechild of Ed Sheeran & Betty Boop.
3) How are you threatening? You’ve got a face like an abused pug.
4) You look like Kurt Cobain’s Hyena Fursona.
5) You’re so fucking generic even your Mum doesn’t know who you are you walking stereotype.
6) When you walk into a room old people who watch Fox News have a seizure and an orgasm at the same time.
7) You look like Ron Weasley if he attended Columbine.