more people should know about him honestly

→ wips tag

So while I’m still on hiatus for personal reasons, I am also still writing. It’s all coming along slowly, but even though I’m taking this small break from tumblr I would still like to share some of the things I’ve been working on, so thank you to @xtaexhyungx for tagging me, and I hope you guys enjoy! ♡

title: Splinter

pairing: jungkook | reader 

genre: smut, angst, college au


Perhaps buried deep within the thumping bass, spilled liquor, and dimmed lights of every college party, you might just be able to find yourself a love story… Of course, it might not be perfect, far from perfect actually. However, at that age, or more specifically at that time in someone’s life, mistakes seem to be abundant. The factors are endless, so plentiful in fact that they pile on top of one another until this supposed love story — splinters.  

The fragments lay in a million pieces, each one telling their own little story of how it all ended.

Laid strewn at the forefront of that pile of broken pieces was the shard branded hormones. Those vibrant sensations that make your vision go blurry and judgment turn haywire. Those pesky little things that when mixed with alcohol make you forget all about that guy or girl you’re really into… That guy or girl that you’ve been dating for three months — that guy or girl that deserved way better than a fresh out of high school kid that didn’t know how to handle their fireball mixed with an empty bedroom upstairs at a party.  

Next is that gleaming shard of freedom. It burns bright. The second you step foot onto that college campus miles upon miles away from people telling you what to do, how to act, or where to stay, your tolerance for limitations shifts. Being held down to any given place, any given idea, or any given person, it causes a flight response. The body wanting to maintain its newfound freedom, relieving itself of the hindrance to their fresh independence… Plus, having the ability to run from your problems without a choir to comment isn’t exactly helpful either. So combine all of that, and maybe it results in some runaway act of studying abroad for a semester to dampen the feelings of guilt and love with culture shock and ample amounts of bodies… Yeah, that definitely puts a pause on things.  

Another piece laying sound in the graveyard is that dingy, jagged shard reflecting the uncertainty of the future. It’s that constant pressure that bombards you saying if you haven’t made a dent in the path towards your goal by the time you’re twenty-five, then you’re falling behind. This reality (even if it is false) sets in maybe three years down the line. Tailgating loses its taste, the library becomes your home even more so than it had been before, and your time for connections and relationships downsizes to the point of not even trying… Not even trying when that guy or girl is really making an attempt to reconcile with you, and even though your heart wants it, your mind says there’s no time for that now, at least nothing serious — maybe after medical school, because somewhere along the line our lives turned into planning how much fun our lives will be once X, Y, and Z happens some odd years down the road.

It’s these, along with many other fragments, that lay in a messy array around the relationship. Some are tiny and seemingly insignificant pieces, however once the micro aggressions start to build, they inevitably become one larger section of the puzzle. Some of the remains are large and shiny, others dirty and defiled. It’s all a shattered mess of emotions and incidents, but if you can somehow manage to pick up the pieces and realign the edges, then just maybe you can still see the beauty in what it all once was.

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mochiminj-deactivated20170827  asked:

Hi! Could you recommend me some of your favourite fanfictions? The ship doesn't matter, I like all! <3

Helloo~! ^_^ omg there’s so many of ‘em but here ya go :

(This isn’t in order since I can’t rank them)

- Vampire!AU , Soulmate!AU , (kind of) Smut, Fluff,  Angst with a Happy Ending, Enemies to Lovers. 

“‘You should have just let me die!’ he yells again and starts walking away, tears now flowing down his face. He can’t believe that he of all people got soulmated by a vampire.Why him of all people? ‘Wait,’ the vampire shouts, ‘I don’t even know your name!’ ‘You should have thought about that before you gave me your blood to drink!’ Taehyung yells back and keeps walking through the rain.” Taehyung and Jeongguk become soulmates – more or less – by accident.

{ My review : I honestly love Enemies to Lovers too much for it to be healthy XD , and this fanfic just gave me all da feels)

- Vampire!AU , Angst, Happy Ending, Friends to Lovers, Implied Sexual Content

“Nobody knew that the reason why Bangtan Sonyeondan’s Golden Maknae was so Golden was because he wasn’t exactly human.“ Jungkook has successfully kept his condition under control for many years, until a certain someone’s scent suddenly becomes too overwhelming for him to ignore.As he begins to lose the firm grip he has on his instincts, the safe and happy world he has built for himself with Bangtan begins to crumble, and he doesn’t know if he has what it takes to keep it together.

{ My review : I know I know, I have a thing for Vampire AUs :P but tbh who doesn’t? This fanfic is a bit long so ya gotta grab your popcorns and cuddle up :3 This was real good, definitely one on da list~} 

- FakeDating!AU, Friends to Lovers, Slight Angst, Fluff.

Yoongi’s sister Hani is fake-dating Jimin to hide from her mother that she’s gay, but Yoongi doesn’t know this. All Yoongi knows is that he has had a not-so-little crush on Jimin for over a year and that its kinda hard to be a supportive dutiful brother when Jimin is just too blindingly beautiful.

{ My review : I’ve seen this fanfic around a lot, but I was a bit hesitant to read this, cos I usually don’t read fics like these, but goddamn this was soo good I even cried :’) }

- Cyborg!AU, Android!AU, Smut, Implied Homophobia, Slight Angst, Slight Fluff

Yoongi is a struggling novelist with four cats, an obsession with coffee and an unhealthy relationship with his parents.

And Jimin is…a cyborg.

{ My review : And again..this fic was totally out of my comfort zone but omg this was soo fxckin good I died inside, definitely at the top for me}

-Angst With a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Childhood Friends to Lovers, 

everything starts when jeongguk moves over, and jimin teaches him to ride a bike.everything ends when kim taehyung moves over, and jeongguk abandons his bicycle.+ “they say that if you watch the sunset on that hill for 31 consecutive days, your unrequited love will be reciprocated.”

{ My review :…I just ;-; 1000/10 would recommend. It’s so good omg)

- Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Metaphors

Jimin takes the sun with him when he leaves Yoongi on a snowy Thursday morning.

{ My review : This was was absolutely amazing, so amazing that I recommended it twice here on my blog! This is definitely a tear-jerker)

- Heavy Angst, Sort of a Happy Ending, Violence, Assasins!AU

“I-I don’t understand…” Jimin said, eyes watering as he focused on Yoongi. “I thought…you were going to kill me…in the bathroom.” “Yeah, well so did I,” Yoongi said wryly, and Jimin flinched, trying to make himself impossibly smaller. AKA It is a truth universally acknowledged, that Min Yoongi in possession of a heart will be in want of sleep.

{ My review : While the ones above were soft and heartfelt, this one is pretty brutal yet with a kind of romance that could get you to feel a tug at heart :’) }

- Soulmate!AU, Tattoist!Taehyung, Heavy Angst

“You’re so beautiful, Hoseok-ah, I would have loved you forever.” Hoseok never wanted to meet his soulmate. So he has his soul tattoo removed, only to find Taehyung, his soulmate, and also the tattoo artist to remove the bond.

{ My review : This one was real angsty, so if you don’t like sad(but not really)endings, don’t read it, or else you’ll be bawling your eyes out like me T_T I know I mainly read Yoonmin or Jikook but this one was too good }

- Blind!Namjoon , Medic!Jimin, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Slice of Life, Smut

From a prompt: au where jimin is a medic and namjoon is a lieutenant who becomes blind after a bombing.Rating bumped to M for mild smut in second chapter.

{ My review : This melted my heart, I keep saying this so much but just trust me when I say that this is so so good :’) }

-A/B/O AU! , Angst, Humor, Eventual Smut 

First heats suck. First heats especially suck when you were never ever ever ever supposed to be an omega.

{ My review : This fic is from the same writer as Look Here, yes, but it’s cos his/her fics are always so good. :’) }

  • Check out my fics if you want as well ^_^

I have so so much more to recommend~ But these are some of my favorites

anonymous asked:

1d as Tumblr users lmao

(idrk if u mean like actual people on tumblr or not but im just gonna go with this kghkfjhg) 

louis: has a sideblog for discourse, started the Gay Babadook sensation, fights terfs and aphobes, mutuals with a lot of kpop and fashion blogs that he really doesn’t even remember following, drunk posts, his main blog is literally just him complaining about something, the biggest tgd fan (and has @’d netflix multiple times), reblogs posts like “im tired and gay. rb if u r tired n gay too”, never has a queue, never has an empty inbox, quite popular because staff @’d him once

harry: has a minimalist and clean theme, reblogs aesthetic and fashion and tags stuff with just random letters like “a”, “r”, u kno the ones; had a fairly small following at first but then posted an ootd and it got like 4k notes so he gained lots n lots of followers, reviews books, posts pictures of his meals, takes photos of sunsets/rises and flowers and beaches and posts them (this also ups his follow count), secretly follows lots of meme accounts (including louis n he sends him secret anons) and he loves the Babadook meme, has a really short and pretty url

niall: runs a meme blog tbh, loves userboxes, liveblogs angrily about the outcome of eurovision, reblogs pictures of food and tags it “porn”, also reblogs slime videos and paint videos, posts lots of audios of him playing guitar and singing songs so his follow count goes up bc he’s really good, screenshots his spotify screen and posts a reaction pic to whatever song is currently playing, reads stucky fanfiction and screams about it on tumblr at 5am

liam: doesn’t know what he’s doing honestly, he just made one so his friends would stop bugging him, only follows a few people, has like 5 followers bc he’s never active, has a really long url and his theme is still in the default mode, he’ll reblog from you and you’re confused because he doesn’t even follow you, stalks the Snoop Dogg tag more than he probably should, always ghosts

cool ✧ peter parker

summary: …

wc: about 1.5k

a/n: warning for rape themes, cursing. no tag list for this one.


“What kind of lame-ass name is Spider-Man, anyway? What a loser.”

These are the words that come out of your mouth after school on Friday, cold and unforgiving. Your friends laugh loudly despite what they really think, because you’re cool. You run your fingers through your hair, smirking at their laughter as you spy someone out of the corner of your eye.

You turn to spot Peter Parker and Ned Leeds, and in an instant, your so-called ‘friends’ are abandoned. You walk to catch up with them, sliding up the sleeves of your hoodie. “‘Sup, Peter, Ned,” you mutter.

“Y/N!” Peter grins widely at the sight of you, but his expression looks a little off. Ned smiles in greeting, but he doesn’t look quite right, either. They both adjust their backpack straps in awkward silence. You narrow your eyes in suspicion.

“What happened?” You ask, reaching into your pocket for gum. You offer a stick to both; you’re denied twice. This strikes you to be even stranger. You pop a piece into your mouth, the sugary peppermint starting to give you a headache.

Peter side-eyes you. “Hm? Oh, noth-”

You’re quick to cut him off. You don’t put up with things like this. “I said, what happened?” You say, through gritted teeth. More often than not, you come off as angrier than you really are. Either people get used to it and stay friends with you, or they get pissed off themselves and leave. But for some reason, Peter seems to get frightened every time you even raise your voice. So you try to cut down around him.

“Peter just wants to know what your deal with Spider-Man is,” Ned says, noticing that Peter is starting to lose his confidence.

“My deal with Spider-Man?” You raise your eyebrows. It’s blazing hot, the sun punishing as ever. But this doesn’t stop you from wearing your hoodie. You have an aesthetic to maintain, after all. “He’s just annoying. Like, we have the Avengers in case anything really bad happens. He’s not even an Avenger, so what does he do? Oh that’s right, he stops petty crime. As if a policeman couldn’t do the same thing, with a lot less bravado.”

You pause and look over at Peter. He looks conflicted, like he’s trying very hard not to say something he might regret. “Uh, sorry. Didn’t mean to get in the way of your schoolboy crush,” you say, but you don’t sound as apologetic as you really are.

“I don’t…it’s okay,” he replies. He’s even more distant now. “I think I’m gonna head home now. See you.” Without waiting for a response, he and Ned make a sudden departure. You open your mouth to call after him, and then close it, sighing.

You can almost make out their conversation as they turn the corner.

“…Don’t get it…who hates Spider-Man?” That must be Peter.

“…See…she’ll…do it!” Ned.

None of this makes very much sense to you. Annoyed, you spit out your gum into the nearest bush. It’s only been a few minutes since you starting chewing it. What a waste of a good piece of gum.

You start walking homeward, sliding your earbuds in and scrolling through your phone. Yolanda’s yelling about her cat again, Mark’s ranting about some girl who left him on read like the blockhead he is, Ashwini wants the world to know about her crush on some actor in a movie that came out two months ago…nothing new. You double tap without thinking, scrolling through Instagram mindlessly. Everyone thinks you should pay more attention when you’re walking, but it’s not a big deal to you. People move around you, so it’s fine.

You stop to grab something to eat, and then you sit in a park for a while. You don’t really feel like going home, honestly. Going home means being forced to do homework by your overbearing parents. So you sit at the edge of a fountain and watch the sun dip towards the horizon, scrolling through your phone for a while. When you get bored of that, you read a little. As you shoulder back on your backpack, you take pictures of the sunset to post with deep quotes.

You continue your walk home, your music turned way up so you can’t hear anything. In fact, you don’t even hear the footsteps behind you. You register the breath on your neck as the warm breeze of the fading day. You don’t even notice anything wrong until you’re suddenly dragged into the alleyway, a firm hand over your mouth. Your first instinct is to scream, but no sound escapes the hand. You feel your arm being forced into a position where your veins are visible, and out of the corner of your eye, you see the flash of a hypodermic needle in the darkness. You start struggling as hard as you possibly can, kicking and shoving and doing everything you possibly.

The woman holding you groans when you elbow her, but her grip only tightens. Your throat hoarse, glistening tears start slipping from your eyes. You can feel an uncomfortably warm, pervasive hand slide underneath your hoodie, palm against your bare stomach as fingers begin unbuttoning your jeans. The needle gets closer to the crook of your elbow.

You don’t know what to do. One wrong movement, and they could shove the needle in. Or worse. You suddenly remember something from your sex ed class at school. Ketamine is a colorless, odorless drug that is often used in date-rape situations. Maybe if they’d told you how to get out of those situations rather than giving you useless facts…

Your breathing is getting shallower and shallower as they finish unbuttoning your jeans, reaching for your zipper.

This is it. This is the end. You’ll never get to kiss anyone, or grow up, or go to Asia like you always dreamed. Your parents will blame it on themselves, and all your friends…well, maybe they won’t care that much. Peter…you wish you could go and apologize to him for talking shit about Spider-Man. Ned, too. They matter a lot more to you than they might think. Especially Peter. In this moment, you find your heart aching for one more look at his face. At his soft lips and his excited eyes that sink when he’s upset, at his hair that always smells like that cherry blossom shampoo his aunt buys him, at his laughter that makes you feel alive again. You shut your eyes tight and imagine, hope you’ll be alive long enough to tell him how much he means to you.

And then…nothing happens. You hear a few thwips and thuds against the wall behind you. You’re too frightened to open your eyes, and then you hear a soft, quiet voice. “It’s okay.” Carefully, you open your eyes and stare up at Spider-Man, your gaze untrusting and frightened. He turns to look at your attackers, who appear to be unconscious and affixed to the wall with webs.

You can’t help yourself. The first thing you do is hug him, tight as you possibly can. You’re hiccuping from sobbing so hard, chin digging into his shoulder and cheeks wet. You don’t know why, but he’s holding you just as tightly. You stand there for what must be an eternity, and then you pull away, quickly wiping away your tears and buttoning your jeans.

You watch him for the longest time, cheeks flushed deep red and eyes bloodshot. You sniffle, and then you speak. “Don’t come near me again.”

The words tumble out of your mouth before you can take them back. Your hostility for Spider-Man used to be so strong, and now you’re confused. You’re angry at him for confusing you. You’re so angry that you push him away, and he stumbles, caught by surprise.

You run the whole way back home, constant fear petrifying your mind. You can’t stop looking over your shoulder as the pitch black night takes over. You’re late; your parents are definitely going to kill you now. You don’t even care about how your shoulders complain from the weight of your backpack, or how you’re starting to sweat even though it’s getting cold.

You don’t know what to think. You lock yourself in your room, hand fumbling. You shut your window and close the blinds, but you can’t make your thoughts go away. It’s on a constant loop: the hand sliding to the waistband of your jeans, the glint of the needle inches away from your skin. If Spider-Man hadn’t been there…you don’t even want to imagine what would have happened. You feel sick just thinking about it.

But most of all, you feel twisted inside for ever saying a mean word about him.

The next day at school, Peter is nowhere to be found. He’s not at your normal meeting spot, so you reluctantly walk over to your clique. As soon as they see you, they start making fun of Spider-Man, like you normally would. You suddenly regret coming to school today.

At one point, you can’t handle it anymore. “Shut up,” you snap. And you walk away.

im so done oKAY

If I see one more post shitting on tumblr’s apparent obsession with Langst or Lance in general, I swear on my atheist soul, I will delete this hell app off of my phone, severing my connection entirely with such backwards people.

It sounds dramatic, but I’m about as annoyed with the people dragging langst as the people dragging langst are annoyed with langst, which is apparently a lot since I’ve seen nine posts in a damn row explaining that we need to stop babying Lance and Keith is more important/more tragic. Like, honestly, what the fuck is your damage? I shouldn’t be feeding into it, but the thing is that I understand where those people are coming from, I just think they need to shut their fucking fingers up, because the Voltron community is already full of hate and we don’t need anymore of it.

I have had lots of disagreements with what the fandom deems important, for instance, the BNHA fandom, the AC fandom, the AOT fandom, literally most fandoms I’ve been in, I’ve either disliked the main character or didn’t like a popular pairing. That doesn’t give me the right to spout bullshit because I feel bitter about it! You know why I think that I shouldn’t spread my unpopular, hateful opinions strongly? Because unlike the people being childish, I’m not a petty piss baby. I convey my unpopular opinions only when asked and let people enjoy their ships and characters because that’s the mature, responsible way to deal with a part of the fandom you dislike. You don’t intentionally try to tear that part of the fandom down because if you do and it’s a popular part, you’ll just end up ruining it for everyone, including your fucking self.

Yes, I understand that constantly hearing about Lance being deeper than comedic relief gets very repetitive, there’s been times I wish people would step down from it for just a second because I know if I had been exposed to a more vulnerable intake on another character, maybe I would have been able to sympathize with said character a little more. Instead, I was immediately bombarded with sad Lance, sad Lance, depressed Lance, but I don’t whine and bitch and cry and complain about it. I just sit the fuck back and enjoy the content that I enjoy and don’t mind that I only like it because everyone else does. Because, I’ve found I can relate to Lance, so even if I had been exposed to a different character’s insecurities and developed a bit of a bias, I know I would have eventually found my way to Lance’s part of the fandom.

Which, brings me to another argument. Yes, I understand that the other main characters have sadness and shortcomings of their own. Pidge is missing half of her family, Allura and Coran lost their entire fucking species, Shiro has crippling PTSD and bears the burdens every leader does, Keith is a fucking orphan, not to mention half Galra, and that’s exactly why the fandom probably disregards them. They’re not relatable. What does Lance have? A warped sense of self worth, insecurities, and home sickness. But, he’s portrayed as such an easy going, happy go lucky character. A lot of people can understand that because they’re like that too. Not everyone can have such complex tragedies in their life, sometimes you’re just sad and most people can vouch for that.

Since they can understand where Lance is coming from, feeling like he isn’t valuable, feeling like he’s not worthy of this amazing duty he’s been blessed with, they use him to portray their own feelings onto, for most people creating content for sad Lance, it’s a coping mechanism, so how about everyone wiping their ass with the largest part of the fandom go think about how wrong you are?

Personally, I don’t think that some of the other characters should get more sympathy than they’ve already been given, but I’m not going to start crying over spilled milk because this is a children’s show. I refuse to be so invested in it that I actively seek out offending other people because I don’t agree with them. The only line I draw is at blatant hate and ignorance. It shouldn’t matter whether or not you agree with someone, respect is a given. You respect the opinions that you don’t agree with, so long as they’re morally in the right. And sometimes, for fun, you could seek out a debate defending your own opinion, but you shouldn’t let it get out of hand. Correct someone when they’re in the wrong, but don’t attack them. This post isn’t meant to attack people, but I’m not going to lie, I’m angry at this idea. Not the people who present it because they just need a nudge out of that direction.

Oh my hod, I shouldn’t have to explain being a decent human being but the fandom is apparently full of people who don’t understand that. :)

If it’s so annoying that you can’t possibly bear to see one more post painting Lance as a precious baby boy who should be protected (a picture I don’t really particularly like either), then leave. It won’t go away and people bitching about it honestly only fuels the flames. And if you’re so sick of the other characters being invalidated when they’re so obviously struggling with their issues, then go out and make content for them YOUR FUCKING SELF! No one else is going to do it for you! I for one think Hunk should get more recognition, so you know what I’m going to do? Here’s a hint: I’m not going to scream about it on a rant post on tumblr, quite possibly the most useless site on the internet. I’m going to create content for him in any way I know how. So, you know. Do that. Don’t hate on one part of the fandom because you think you can’t provide for the part you enjoy.

I usually don’t get angry enough to make a vent post, but this just seemed so stupid and immature that me, a stupid and immature person, had to feed into. Sorry if I offended anyone :’>

anonymous asked:

How would chocobro react if their s/o was a bisexual?

I hope it’s cool, but I’m gonna do these as HCs. I don’t really think I could do them as drabbles without it getting repetitive. Also, I may have drawn on some of my own coming out stories for this.

Tags: @neko-otaku13 @itsmootothecow @itshaejinju @mp938368 @ffxv-milkshake @bespectacled-girl @insomniacapples @expectogladiolus @bluechocobo @airlea-sicarius

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-EVEN: we never got to go over his mental illness and sure, okay, don’t give him a season right after Isak’s but MAYBE LATER?? Y’all shed so much light on his mysteriousness yet y’all brushed over his suicide attempt without us getting to see Isak finding out and reacting to it. Something like suicide shouldn’t have been used as a subplot, if you wanted to include that storyline, should’ve made him a main in his own season. This is a big reason why a lot of people are upset about season 4.

-VILDE: I dislike her honestly, but sometimes she does give a good impression, WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO SEE MORE ABOUT HER EATING DISORDER AND HOW SHE GOT OVER HER INFERIORITY COMPLEX AND MATURED. And what is up with her mom? We KNOW she’s an alcoholic, we couldn’t see how it affected Vilde? 

-CHRIS: she’s literally the sweetest??? She’s only used for comic relief wtf is up with that? We should have seen more of what goes on in her life, she’s part of the girl squad but they barely give her any storylines. I know she has more going on in her life than just her friends’ problems psh.

-MAHDI: can we just acknowledge the fact that he’s one of the few POC characters this show has and I’m p sure he’s the only black male character on the show? (correct me if I’m wrong) HE COULD HAVE HAD A SEASON ON RACISM TOO AND THE FACT THAT HE LIVES IN A PREDOMINANTLY WHITE NATION LIKE ? I’m sure he could’ve gotten a love interest or a storyline if Julie provided one.

-P.CHRIS: a LOT of ppl will disagree with me on this, I’m not just saying this bc of Chriseva but because we never got to see the character in a better light, and yeah maybe he really is just a fuckboy but then why tf did he get with Eva. It’d be cool if they gave us bisexual rep with him too, and maybe people wouldn’t have been so upset that he became friends with benefits with Eva if we got to see a better side of him. And we could’ve also gotten a season on how he matured and educated himself on feminism because we can clearly see in season 1 he did not hold much respect for women like ?

-ELIAS: I know he’s a new character and he was only introduced in this season but if they ended Skam later, they could have given him a season. He was clearly going through something we never got to see and we could have seen more POC representation. Not to mention, Muslim girls and guys live very different lives, and we can clearly see Elias is held to different expectations than Sana. They could have also given us a better representation of an Islamic romance considering he would probably be 22+ if they held his season off and that’s around the age where some Middle Eastern parents look for marriage proposals. Not to mention, we could have seen the balloon squad in a different light! (I’m not saying I have a problem with Yousana, it’s just that I lowkey wanted a Muslim romance cause a lot of people don’t know how that plays out)

In my opinion, every Skam character has the potential for a great season and I’m only listing these people because I really feel like they could have had some important storylines. Idk it’s just my opinion and I accept that Skam is ending, I just wanted to see these characters more :(

@nekophy tumblr just ate your ask and I was almost done with it ughhhhhhhhhh X’’’’’’D

28)  Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

I think their whole existence could be chalked up to being an unpleasant truth :P But they’d prefer a lie any day.

41) How do they feel about children?

Honestly it depends on the kid XD He responds more positively to people who are patient with him and non-judgey, and kids can sometimes be incredibly impatient and very judgey, because they are kids being kids XD But at the same time kids have the capacity to be very patient and understanding - usually because they don’t know any better, or don’t know that there are some things or people that they should be wary of. So if a child is being patient with him, he can appreciate that for what it is. 

Rescued by Redwood

“41 with Happy, please”

“91 happy” (a please or thank you goes a long way! Xx)

#41 - “I need your help.”

#91 - “Help me hide!”

Running down the street, panting in fatigue and panic, you look back, checking for your pursuer. Satisfied that the coast is clear, you stop and try to catch your breath, your hands resting on your thighs.

You almost jump out of your skin as you feel a hand on your shoulder, spinning round as quick as lightening. Once you see its not who you were anticipating, you relax slightly, still gasping for air.

“You alright there, love?” The stranger asks, your eyes taking in his leather jacket, noticing the President’s patch on the front. You nod, swallowing deeply to try and salivate your throat. Most people would be terrified to communicate with a member of SAMCRO, but they’ve never done anything to bother you, and right now you had bigger fish to fry.

“Yeah, sorry, just a little jumpy.” you explain, your heart beat slowly dropping back to normal. You peek over the man’s shoulder, still keeping your wits about you. You look back at the man’s face, trying to reassure him with a small smile, the look on his face telling you he’s not buying it.

“Expecting someone?” He pulls out a smoke from his pocket, lighting it up and taking a drag, turning to look behind him. You barely hear what he’s saying as you notice a couple figures right at the top of the street, your heart stopping as you realise you’re not out of the woods yet.

“This is going to sound really weird, but I need your help. Please.” You throw caution into the wind, knowing that the men following you aren’t going to stop until they get to you, whether it be today, tomorrow or even in a week.

“My brother, well, step-brother, ran up a debt with some dealers, and now he’s skipped town. I’m the next best thing. See where I’m going with this?”

“Aye,” the man confirms, seeing the men getting closer and closer. “you want the big, bad bikers to scare off your company.”

“No, god no, it’s my shit to deal with, I know that.” You slip into the path of one of the houses, ducking behind some greenery. “Just help me hide! I’ll repay the favour somehow.”

The man drops his almost finished cig, crushing it with his boot, his eyes softening as he sees how shit scared these guys have made you, the thought of his own daughter invading his mind.

“Alright, lass, get inside.” He gestures to the house behind you, you running up the steps and pushing through the partially opened door. You don’t expect the living room to be occupied as you walk in, a sheepish smile appearing on your face.

“This is, erm,“ Chibs addresses the men, looking at you as he realises he doesn’t know your name.

”(Y/N), hi.“ You fill the gap for him, smiling awkwardly as you flicker your gaze from Chibs to the three men, the eyes on you making you blush.

“There’s a couple fellas been following her, trying to use her to pay for her brothers debt. Told her we’d step in like the chivalrous gentlemen we are.” Chibs informs them, leading you through to meet the residents of the house.

A knock on the door - well, more of a bang - interrupts you all, your head whipping to the door, then looking at Chibs in question. He points at two of the men, “Hap, Tig, why don’t you invite our lovely guests inside?”

Two men nod, walking past you, the one with the shaved head staring at you as he passes. You feel as if the air has been sucked from your lungs, the intensity in his stare making your legs feel weak. You couldn’t deny he was good looking, your eyes following his figure as he passes you, heading to the door with his friend.

“Why don’t you go and get some fresh air, (Y/N)? T.O will keep you company.“ You figure you don’t really have a choice in the matter. Not sure that you want to know what’s going to go down anyway, you nod, smiling at who you assume is T.O, following him outside.

“You know, most people in this town wouldn’t fancy the idea of being in the same space as SAMCRO.” T.O states as the two of you sit on a swinging chair in the back garden, the stars scattered in the moonlit sky.

“People in this town are just too judgemental, too reliant on other people to make their decisions.” You respond, wanting him to know you have no grievance against the Sons, the friendly smile he sends you making you feel more comfortable.

“What about you, hm? What do you think about our MC?” You hear a yell of pain from inside, not sure how to feel about the whole situation. Should you be scared, worried? Because honestly, what you’d seen of SAMCRO so far made you feel safe, welcomed. They could’ve just left you to be chased down, attacked on the street.

“You guys have never harmed me or my family in any way, and you’ve helped me out when you definitely didn’t have to.” you say, gesturing to the inside of the house, hearing a door slam shut. “I think you’re pretty nice guys if you ask me.”

At this, the man in front of you chuckles, grinning at you. “I’m not sure if you could call us nice, but we do what we have to do to stay on top, just like everybody else.”

You nod your head in understanding, resting back in the chair. No matter what other people said, you knew you would’ve been in deep shit tonight if Chibs and the others didn’t take you in. For that, you’ll always be thankful.

“I heard about Jax Teller, it was all over the news. Sorry for your loss.” You’re not sure if you’re overstepping any boundaries, but the gratitude in T.O’s face makes you feel reassured.

“Thank you.”

The back door slides open, your eyes turning to see the mysterious man from earlier, his eyes still holding that powerful stare from earlier. “It’s done.”

T.O nods in response, getting up and gesturing for you to follow him. You get up, walking behind him, a blush covering your cheeks as you slip past the tattooed man, your chest grazing against his. You feel his eyes on you, thanking God that you wore your best ass jeans today.

You walk back into the lounge area, seeing the dark haired man from earlier - your eyes reading the VP badge on his kutte - and Chibs standing in the room, awaiting your arrival.

“I’m sure they’ll leave you be from now on, sweetheart.” the VP says, as he extends his hand towards you. “I’m Tig, by the way.”

You place your hand in his, “Thank you, Tig. Thank you to all of you.” You feel like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders, knowing that you should be left alone from now on. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“Don’t mention it, lass, happy to help.” Chibs responds, sending a warm smile your way. “Where you heading? We’ll give you a lift, make sure you get there safe.”

You shake your head, not being able to understand how the men you’re in a room with can be so badly judged, when all they’ve shown you is kindness. “I’ll be fine honestly, you’ve done more than enough for me already-”

“Don’t be daft, love. Happy, you alright to take (Y/N) home?” Chibs directs his gaze to the man over your shoulder, you turning on the spot, thankful you’ve got a name to go with the man. Though, Happy was probably the last thing you’d call him.

“Sure.” You try to keep your eyes from bulging as you hear Happy’s deep voice, the husk in his tone sending a chill up your spine. His eyes stay set on you as he responds to his Prez, his eyes too piercing for you to turn away.

“Alright, see you back at the clubhouse.” Chibs, T.O and Tig stand up, the Tig and T.O wishing you goodbye, Chibs lingering in the door way. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N), feel free to pop by if you need our assistance again.”

“Thank you, Chibs.” He nods farewell, closing the door behind him. You turn to the man behind you, his eyes on yours as you two remain the only ones in the house.

“Wait here.” He says simply, as he disappears, his footsteps climbing the stairs. You take a look around the lounge, taking in the pictures on the mantlepiece. Picking up a gold bordered frame, you look at the photo inside, a younger version of Happy standing in between two women. You find yourself smiling, the grin on the boys face so infectious you can’t help it.

“Ready to go?” You jump in surprise, placing the photo back on the fireplace, embarrassment slipping in as you realise you’ve been caught being nosey. You clear your throat, nodding.

“This your place?” You ask as you follow Happy outside, him locking the door behind him before shoving the keys in his pocket. You follow him down the white steps, taking note of the helmet in his hand, your heart falting as you realise you’ve somehow forgotten that bikers ride motorbikes.

“It’s my mom’s house.“ That'a the only information he offers, his steps pausing in front of a beautiful bike, holding out the helmet for you to take. “Hope you’re not scared of riding.”

Your fingers skim his as you take the helmet from his grasp, his hands feeling rough and worn. “It’s my favourite position.“

You know he’s caught on to the double meaning of your words, one corner of his lips lifting up into a smirk, before it disappears again. His dark brown eyes assess you quietly, leaving you feeling vulnerable. “Where am I taking you?”

You tell him your address, putting the safety hat on, clipping it under your chin as Happy straddles his bike, the engine revving to life under his touch. Getting on behind him, you hesitantly wrap your arms around his waist, not knowing what else to do.

You jolt forward slightly as the bike moves, your grip getting tighter around the biker, your head resting against his back. Once you’ve got past the fear of almost flying off on every corner, you start to sort of enjoy the thrill that the motorbike brings. The wind rushing through your hair, the sound of the engine as it travels along.

You find yourself feeling slightly sad when you pull onto your street, Happy pulling into a spot near your house. You step off, him turning off the engine, resting the heavy machine on the kickstand. He pulls off his helmet, the street lamp casting a golden glow over the two of you.

“Thanks for the ride. Drive careful.” You smile at the intoxicating man once more, your body turning as you walk up your path, knowing you might not run into him again. You pause in your tracks, deciding to seize the day or whatever it is you’re supposed to do.

“Wait.” You spin around, walking back to Happy, swallowing down your nerves and hesitation. “Can I buy you a drink sometime? You know, to say thank you and all that.”

His expression falters, a smirk appearing on your lips as you realise you’ve caught him off guard. He looks at you, trying to figure you out, trying to understand why a beautiful, innocent girl like yourself would want to go out with a monster like him.

“I think I’m supposed to be the one asking you out.” he eventually responds, watching you curiously. You laugh, handing him your phone, rocking backwards and forwards on your feet as he types in his number.

“I like to keep it interesting.” you tease, accepting your phone back from him. You lean down, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, before stepping back. “See you soon.”

He watches as you turn around, retreating up your path and disappearing inside of your house. He shakes his head, smirking to himself at your spunky nature.

Once he reaches the clubhouse, he feels his phone vibrate, a text from an unsaved number lighting up his phone. He opens it, a hearty chuckle leaving his lips as he reads the message, knowing he’s found a special kind of woman.

‘So, what’s your favourite position? ;) x’

Originally posted by sikanapanele

A/N - I hope you guys liked this!!! I wanted to switch the gender roles up a bit and have the man get asked out for once😂 thanks for requesting and reading!!! Xxx

Between Earth and Hades (Part 3)

Originally posted by fassy-stuff

Pairing: Erik X Reader (ho ho! Yeah we’re crossing into that territory!)

Word Count: 1900

Warnings: none

-Part 1- Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4-

You’ve since moved out of the Mansion and are partly striking it up on your own. Your own bare apartment, working a job that doesn’t actually pay, but now a member of the X-men. You’ve taken your fair share of hits but this one’s got everyone riled up, Erik going a step too far in keeping you safe.

Your footsteps were loud as they dragged on the carpet, the welcoming smell of your small apartment immediately dulling your eyes into sleep. You only bothered with turning on the kitchen light to see where you were going, shaking off your jacket and hissing as your shoulder blade flared up from the hard hit you took, unaware of a ricochet of debris that knocked you off balance and evaporated your main means of defense.

You weren’t called on too often, Charles wanting you to focus more on your internship than saving the day, but being apart of the X-men you were prone to coming home with a few bruises or a dozen. It was nothing and right now you were ready for three days of sleep, knowing you would have to wake up in five hours.

Make that less than five hours as a knock came at your door. With a hard groan and a slow turn, you went to the door to reassure Ivete and Ed for the tenth time you didn’t in fact need to see a doctor. The concern was heartwarming, even more so knowing it was genuine concern and not just Ivete being a team leader while Ed was being worrywort Ed, but it was way too late in the night for this. Opening the door, you froze.

“Professor Lehnsherr?”

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I'm So Glad You Asked Me To Hang Out (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Warnings: Angst, mention of Connor Murphy’s suicide, cursing 

A/N: I decided to write some angst to switch things up and oh man is it a long one. I’m sorry if it’s not that good, I’m not used to writing angst and it took me a good couple days to get it the way I wanted it. Thank you guys so much for the love on the other fics, it makes me want to continue writing! Requests are open so ask away! 


You were at Jared’s house working on an assignment for your math class. You were sitting in a chair on the deck in the backyard. Jared was sat across from you, typing away on his computer. You two weren’t really close friends or anything. You had just known each other from being in the same classes since kindergarten. He wasn’t someone that you would reveal your darkest secrets to, but you could always hold a conversation with him in social interactions. 

You both were partners for your math project, hence why you were at his house. His house was surprisingly really nice and neat. It had been far too quiet for far too long. One of you needed to say something, but it looks like Jared wasn’t going to initiate conversation any time soon. 

“So, pretty sad about what happened to Connor.” 

“Eh, I guess.” 

“You never liked him, did you?” 

“Not really. The dude’s a psychopath.” 

“I kinda feel bad for never really talking to him. If only somebody knew about how much he was hurting…” 

“I give it a few days before everyone completely forgets about him.” 

“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.”

You could agree on that. You never really understood why Jared didn’t have that many friends. Maybe because he spoke honestly about his opinion on certain subjects and it turns people off? Who knows? You respected how honest he was with himself and others.

With how the school year has been so far with Connor Murphy’s suicide, you decided that you should start being nicer to others and try to make more friends. It was your senior year and you didn’t have that many friends. You only had, as Alana Beck would call them, close acquaintances. Acquaintances that you can sit with at lunch, but can never really relate to. You also weren’t the most talkative person either. You never really knew how to join in on conversations without coming across as annoying. Maybe that’s why you have so much respect for Jared. He just doesn’t give a shit about what others think of him. 

“Hey, (Y/N), you okay?”

“Hm? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine. Was I staring?”

“You were totally zoned out there for a minute.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to weird you out.”

“You’re probably the farthest from weird as you can get.”

You smiled at his words and noticed he turned his gaze back to his computer screen.

“So, since when are you and Evan friends?”

“We’re family friends, not actual friends.”

“Well, I see you talking to him a lot at school, so I just assumed.”

“I think he might have a crush on me something cause he keeps talking to me.”  

You playfully rolled your eyes. That was another thing about Jared. Jokes and sarcasm are his everyday language. You had to admit, even though it can be annoying sometimes, he was pretty funny. 

“He was best friends with Connor, right?”

“Yeah, he’s taking it really well, to be honest.”

“Who would’ve thought that Connor Murphy and Evan Hansen were friends?” 

“It’s definitely an unlikely situation…” 

That was weird. His voice wavered a bit with that last sentence. Maybe you were just making it up in your head. Nevertheless, you were slowly building up the courage to ask him to hang out. I mean, there’s no harm in asking someone that, right?

“Um, are you doing anything Friday night?”

Jared looked at you and raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, no. Why?”

He seemed a bit worried for whatever reason. Then you understood when he said,

“Oh god. You’re not about to ask me out, are you?”

“What!? No! Nothing like that! I just wanted to hang out. A-As like buddies, you know? It just really hit me hard that you and I have known Connor for a long time, but never really said a word to him, at least, I didn’t and now he’s gone. I don’t really have any close friends, so I thought I’d start with you.”

He blinked and stared at you with wide eyes. You wanted the floor to swallow you up for saying what you said. You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. Dammit, this is what you get for having one small wave of confidence. This is the exact situation you were scared of. You got out of your chair and started to walk away. 

“You know what, nevermind. It was stupid of me to ask-”

He stood up and faced you before you could exit through the wooden gate. 

“Uh, we can hang out. I-If you want. I don’t really have any other plans anyways.”

Your hand stopped on the latch and you slowly turned around and faced him. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked to the ground.

“Oh… okay. Cool. I’ll come over around 7. Sound good?”

“Yeah. 7 is perfect. Here’s my number if you ever wanna text and like send me memes or something.”

You giggled at how the over-confident Jared Kleinman can be just as awkward as you were. You gave him your phone so he could put in his number. You smiled at the photo he had already given himself for his contact. He had taken an intentionally bad photo of himself trying to make the ugliest face possible. You giggled at it as you walked out the gate and got into your car. __________________________________________________ 

It was Friday afternoon and you were shoving books into your locker when you felt a presence behind you. You closed the locker and was startled by Jared. He chuckled. 

“So, did you manage to get that assignment done for biology?”

“No, not yet. This math project is kicking my ass at the moment.”

“I feel you. Why does Mrs. Johnson give us the most confusing and lengthy projects? I feel like just not doing it at all.” 

“But you’re my partner and you’re going to work on it since my grade is involved.” 

He laughed. Just then Evan Hansen rounded the corner and Jared stops. You turn back to him as Evan approached closer. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just don’t want him to see me is all. Remember, he has that weird crush on me?”

You rolled your eyes and walked up to Evan as Jared reluctantly follows. Evan awkwardly looked around when you approached him.

“Hey, Evan. I’m really sorry about Connor. I can’t imagine how you must be feeling.” 

“Thanks, that’s, um, so kind of you. H-He really meant alot to… me.”

“I’m sure he did. If you ever want to talk or just hang out, you can always come to me. In fact, Jared and I are hanging out today, do you want to come with?”

He gave you and Jared a confused look.

“Uh, Jared, I thought you were hanging out with your camp friends this weekend?”

“I am. Just not today, o-obviously.” 

Jared crossed his arms over his chest and tried to act like his usual confident-self, but it was kind of failing.

“Oh, I-I see. I would hang out, but I don’t want to intrude. I’ll see you later, (Y/N).”

Evan awkwardly smiled at you. He locked eyes with Jared and hurriedly walked away. You watched him disappear into the hallway filled with kids. Okay that was really weird.

You walked alongside Jared and followed him to his car. You didn’t know if you should mention what Evan said to Jared. You didn’t want to pry, but you were curious.

“Camp friends?”

“Uh yeah. From earlier this summer.”

“If you were supposed to hang out with them, we don’t have t-”

“Can I tell you something?”

You nodded your head. Why was he being so weird? You’ve been talking and texting with him since monday night after leaving his house. He was being really suspicious.

“I lied about the camp friends thing.”

“Why? Are you embarrassed to hang out with me?” 

“No! That’s not it. I just…” 

“You just what? Why didn’t you want Evan to know?”

“Nevermind. Can we drop this? I’d rather just hang out with you and play some video games.”

“Fine. We can do that.”

What the hell was he going on about? There was definitely something going on that he needed to talk to somebody about, but is too scared to. You decided against pressing further on this issue. It really wasn’t any of your business anyways.

You arrived at his house and followed him to his basement where he had all of his consoles set up near the big flat screen tv. You were impressed with his huge selection of games on many different consoles. It’s totally like nerd heaven.

“Wow. This is really-”

“Lame, right?”

“I was actually going to say cool. You have a lot of games. I don’t really have that many games and such. I never was into them. I’m more of a bookworm.” 

“Well, I guess we’ll have to take your video game virginity then.”

You laughed. You sat down on the couch and he sat next to you. The night was filled with many laughs and many deaths considering you were terrible at all of the games you played. You still had fun, though. Even with Jared’s ruthless teasing. 


For weeks, you and Jared were getting closer and closer. You started coming out of your shell more and more with each day. You even became good friends with Alana and Evan. You even got the chance to talk to Connor’s sister, Zoe, on occasion.

Although, Jared was becoming weary that you were going to somehow figure out that Evan and Connor weren’t friends and that he is apart of the emails. lying to pretty much anyone who knows about the Connor Project. Jared remembered the look on your face when you found out about the Connor Project. You were so happy that he was involved in something so wonderful. He couldn’t help but feel guilty every time you asked him about the project. You were quickly becoming someone he genuinely enjoyed being around and he didn’t want to mess it up.

You broke him out of his thoughts when you placed your phone in front of him. He laughed at the meme on your phone and quickly sent it to him from your phone.

“I gotta say, your meme game has gotten stronger.”

“Yeah, all thanks to you. Here, look at this one! I found it last night, but wanted to show you in person!”

Okay, you can be adorable from time to time, but he would never let you know that. He never thought that he would ever become this close to you, but he’s really glad it happened. Just then, a girl came over. She had bright red hair with freckles all around her eyes. Her name was Kaitlyn and you had known her since middle school. She was definitely one of the more popular kids at your school. Way more popular than you or Jared. She was always nice to you and you respected her for it. She took the seat next to Jared.

“Hey, Jared, (Y/N).”

Jared greeted her and you did the same. You watched as Jared began talking to her about your guys’ math project and how he’s going to somehow incorporate conspiracy theories about the government in the presentation. You rolled your eyes. Kaitlyn laughed at his jokes. You eyed the two and watched them interact. She had her head on her hand and had a very lovey dovey look in her eyes when he spoke to her.

You didn’t know why, but you felt a pang of jealousy flow through you. Wait, why were you jealous? It’s not like you and Jared are dating. You guys are just friends and Kaitlyn is nice. You shook yourself from the thoughts and tried to ignore them. That wasn’t an easy thing to do.


You were at Jared’s house again. He was playing some violent game while you were reading from your new novel. You really enjoyed times like these where you both weren’t really saying anything, but were just comfortable being in the presence of each other. Jared hadn’t said anything for quite sometime and you gazed up at him from your book. You decided to make conversation.

“So, how long have you and Kaitlyn been friends?”

“That’s a bit out of the blue.”

“I’m just curious is all.”

“We’re not best friends or anything like that. She’s just nice and she talks to me. She also laughs at my jokes, so I keep her around to boost my confidence, you know.”

“Whatever you say, Kleinman.”

“What, are you jealous or something?”

“Why would I be jealous of her? If anything, I’m jealous of you. I wish pretty girls would laugh at my jokes.”

Jared chuckled at that and resumed his game. After a while, it started to get tense again. He had a sort of sad look on his face. What was he thinking about that made him so sad?

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“That definitely isn’t an ‘okay’ tone of voice.”

You hit the start button on his controller and took it from him.

“Come on, I was almost done with the level.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You hit pause and took the controller away.”

You rolled your eyes, yet again. There was the sarcasm.

“You know what I mean.”

He sighed and leaned against the back of the couch and stared up at the ceiling. He ran a hand through his hair. He stared up at you and saw the worry in your face. He sat up.

“It’s nothing important, I promise.”

“Jared, I am here for you. Please tell me what’s going on, so I can help you.” 

You had rested your hand on his knee. Jared wasn’t used to this kind of affection before. He was just staring at your hand. Someone actually cared about him enough to try and help him with whatever was bothering him. This, of course, only made him feel even more guilty than before. His natural instinct to affection he doesn’t usually get from others is to hide and play it off. He sighed again.

“I can’t tell you.”

He removed your hand and turned his attention back to his game, resuming it. 

“Why not?” 

“I just can’t, okay? If I could tell you knowing that you’d still want to be friends with me, I would.”

“What the hell does that even mean? Why wouldn’t I be friends with you?” 

“Just forget it, please.”

Jared did this often. Something would bother him, you would try to get him to open up, then he tells you not to worry about it just when you think he’s going to tell you. You were beginning to get frustrated. Once again, maybe it wasn’t any of your business, but you guys were friends. He’s supposed to be able to tell you his problems, then you both work it out, right? You have opened up to him many times and he always listened. So, why couldn’t he do the same?

You went home that night thinking about ways you could get him to open up. You tried texting him about it because sometimes things are easier to say via text instead of face to face, right? He wouldn’t budge. This would require some serious researching. You entered many google searches to try and get ideas and options. You had found some articles that you thought would help. Guess what? They didn’t. Every idea they listed had no success with Jared. Whatever was bothering him, he really didn’t want you to know.

You were pacing your room when you got a text from Alana. Alana? That’s it! Alana was co-president of the Connor Murphy Project. Maybe she knows what’s up with Jared. After about half an hour of texting, you came to the conclusion that Jared was feeling left out. Evan didn’t really need his help with anything and he felt like Evan was just outcasting him. With this new information, you decided you weren’t going to talk about it, but you were going to act on it instead. You were going to get them to hang out, just the two of them. 


Two days later, you were at your locker again. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Evan and Jared talking. Perfect. You were just about to walk over there when you heard Evan say,

“You remember the Connor Project? You’re supposed to be working on this.” 

“Uh, remember you told me you didn’t need my help?”

“Well, I didn’t tell you to do nothing. Look, I know that you think it’s all a big joke, but it isn’t, it’s important.”

“For Connor.”

You slowly started to close your locker door to get a better look at the situation. 


“You know, when you really stop and think about it-Connor being dead, that’s pretty much the best thing that’s ever happened to you, isn’t it?”

“That’s a horrible thing to say.”

“No, think about it. If Connor hadn’t died, no one would even know who you are. I mean, people at school actually talk to you now. You’re almost popular which is just wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles.”

“I don’t care about any of that. Okay, I don’t care if people at school know who I am. All I wanted was to-”

“Help the Murphy’s. Yeah I know, you keep saying that.”

You couldn’t believe a word that was coming out of Jared’s mouth. Was this true? You almost forgot you were supposed to be incognito when Zoe walked up. You put the locker door in front of your face again, but still remained within earshot.

“Hey, Jared.”

Zoe kissed Evan. Jared shook his head as he was beginning to walk away. 

“Look at you, helping the Murphy’s.”

Your brow furrowed and watched Jared walk down the hall. You closed your locker as he turned the corner and was out of your sight. What the hell just happened? Now, you wanted some answers. You quickly caught up with him before he headed out the doors.



“So, anything new with the Connor Project?”

“Ah, no not really. I don’t really want to be apart of that anymore.”

“Oh.. Why?” 

 You both stopped in front of his car door. 

“(Y/N), I know you heard everything.”

“You do?”

“You’ve had the same locker since freshman year.”

“Well, can you blame me for eavesdropping? I had to find out that you were having problems with Evan through Alana because you won’t talk to me.” 

“What is with you and wanting to help me?”

“That’s what friends do, Jared. They help each other.”

“Well, I guess you didn’t stop for one second and think ‘Hmm, Jared isn’t telling me his problems, maybe I shouldn’t bother him about it anymore because he obviously doesn’t want my help’. And it’s also none of your business.”

Ouch. That hurt. Alot. He did have a point, though. None of it was your business, but why is he so against some affection from you? You just wanted to be close to him and make him feel better about whatever was bothering him.  

“Look, Jared, I know you’re upset because Evan is kind of leaving you out to dry, but-” 

“I’m not upset about that okay!? God, I couldn’t care less about him. I am just so sick of you trying to fix everything. I don’t need or want your help. I won’t ever need your help and I won’t ever want it. Is that clear enough for you? Just leave me alone and don’t talk to me, okay?”

He angrily got in his car and sped off. Okay, so maybe talking to him after that whole situation wasn’t the best idea. When you got home, you cried. Why did you have to pressure him so much? Why couldn’t you have just been chill and not pry so much? You finally understood why you never had close friends. Nobody wants to friends with someone who smothers them. You stared at your phone, knowing you can never text him again, not after what happened today. __________________________________________________ 

Nevertheless, he got his message through to you. He didn’t want anything to do with you and you respected his wish. You really hoped that maybe within a couple of days, he would apologize and take it all back, but he hasn’t. You see him in the halls and you watch him do everything in his power to just pretend like you don’t exist.

You’ve never felt so alone before.

All the people that you used to sit at lunch with now seemed like faceless blobs that you didn’t care about anymore. Whenever you got the chance, you would look over at Jared, hoping he’d look back and smile, but he never did.

The next day, you walked out of class only to see Jared talking to Kaitlyn. She was smiling and laughing with him. They were so close to each other and looked like they were a couple. Even though he told you he has no interest in her, you couldn’t deny that they look good together. He had his hand pressing against the wall by her head while she leaned against the wall. She began talking about something when you saw him gaze up and make eye contact with you. He looked down to the floor and you sadly walked away with your books pressed to your chest, trying to leave the building as fast as you possibly could. You’ve never felt so hurt before.

There was an empty void within you that you couldn’t seem to fill no matter what you did. You even bought some of the games that you and Jared used to play to see if that would be enough to suffice. It wasn’t. Nothing could replace him. Your heart began to swell. You just wish you could go back to being his friend and not pressured him so hard. __________________________________________________ 

You were walked out of the girl’s bathroom and turned the corner to see Alana pass by you with anger in her eyes. You looked back at her as she kept walking. You turned your head to see Jared and Evan talking again.

“This isn’t funny, Jared!”

“Oh, I think it’s hilarious. I think everyone would probably think it’s hilarious.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you should remember who your friends are.”

“You tell me the only reason you even talk to me is because of your car insurance.”


“So, maybe the only reason you talk to me Jared is because you don’t have any other friends.”

“I could tell everyone everything!”

“Well then go ahead! Do that! Then you can tell everyone you wrote emails pretending to be a kid who killed himself!”

“Fuck you, Evan! Asshole!”

You quickly hid in the bathroom when he began to turn in your direction. He stomped away, almost like a child would. You felt bad. You wanted to console him, but you remained still. Wait. Pretending to be a kid who killed himself? No, it wasn’t any of your business. You splashed some water on your face and took deep breaths before walking out.

You flopped down on your bed and opened your computer. You saw a new post from the Connor Project. It was Connor Murphy’s suicide note.

Dear Evan Hansen, 

Turns out this wasn’t an amazing day after all. This isn’t going to be an amazing week or year, because why would it be? 

I know, because there’s Zoe, who I don’t even know, and doesn’t know me. Maybe if I could just talk to her. Maybe nothing would be different at all. I wish everything was different. 

I wish I was apart of something. I wish that anything I said mattered to anyone. I mean face it, would anyone notice if I just disappeared tomorrow? 

Sincerely, Your most best and dearest friend, Me 

You looked at the letter in shock. You scrolled down and saw the comments of hatred towards the Murphy’s. Most of them were calling his parents neglectful and heartless. Yes, there were some about Zoe, too. You quickly texted Alana. She, too, had seen the comments. You asked if she heard anything from Jared. She had explained that she hadn’t heard anything from him for awhile. 

Alana poured her heart to you about how Evan hurt her. You listened to her sobs and cries for an hour and a half. She eventually stopped crying and you got her to calm down a bit. You reminded her of her favorite character from her favorite book. She giggled when you talked about how her character tried to impress the entire school by creating a huge school site where everyone in the school could connect and talk, which eventually got hacked by some of the bullies.

You always liked making her feel better about herself. She hung up and you stared at your ceiling. All you could think about was Jared and if he was okay. Why do you care? He kicked you to the curb just like that, you shouldn’t even be thinking about him. But still, you couldn’t help but think that maybe he was hurting. I mean, Evan did say that Jared probably doesn’t have any other friends. 

Your thumb hovered over the message button by his name. You decided against texting him and went into your bathroom to start a shower. __________________________________________________ 

You sat down at your desk and pulled out a pencil. It was now November and the school year was blowing right by. It’s been at least two months since the last time you hung out with Jared. You looked at Instagram on your phone and smiled at a meme. You looked over to the empty desk where Jared sits and thought about how he would like it. You shut your phone off as soon as the bell rang and waited for your teacher, Mrs. Johnson, to start the class. You began to get anxious because today was presentation day in your math class and Jared wasn’t here.

Just then, Jared showed up and sat down at his desk. He looked like he hadn’t slept. His eyes had huge bags underneath them and they looked a little puffy too. Somebody pointed this out to him and he responded with, 

“Just allergies.”

That wasn’t a normal Jared Kleinman response. Something was off about him today. 

‘Stop thinking about him. Forget about him.’

You reminded yourself that you didn’t care about him anymore, even though you knew it was a lie. It didn’t hurt to pretend right?

Mrs. Johnson called your name to get up and present. Jared slowly got up and followed you. Maybe he’ll talk about his conspiracy theories.

He didn’t. In fact, he was actually presenting it like anybody else would. This was really shocking to you. The class ended and you followed him to his locker. You tapped his shoulder, but he didn’t look at you.

“You did a good job… uh, presenting today.”

He nodded and put his books away.

“So, h-how have you been? It’s been a while.”


He walked away from you and disappeared into the sea of other kids. Something was definitely not right. You sighed as you walked to your next class. 


The rest of the week was just as bad. Jared looked like he hasn’t eaten or gotten a good night’s sleep and it was starting to get to you. He was practically falling asleep in almost every class. Normally, he’d be pestering the teacher or the other students around him. He even stopped talking to Kaitlyn. But he’s made his choices and you decided that you were going to stop trying. Why were you trying so hard for someone who wants nothing to do with you? The crying and sadness had stopped and you felt like you were slowly picking yourself back up piece by piece. 

You felt a hand grab your arm. You turned to find Kaitlyn. 

“Hey, (Y/N), what’s going on with Jared?”

“I don’t know, I’m not friends with him.”

“You aren’t? Maybe that’s why he’s been so… not himself lately. You should talk to him.“

“That’s not going to happen. He made it very clear he wants nothing to do with me.”

You opened your locker and turned your gaze away from her. She leaned against the lockers next to you and had a frown on her face.

“He liked you alot, you know. I’m sure whatever you guys were fighting about, he feels really bad about it. I mean, in case if you haven’t noticed, he’s not doing too hot.” 

“Well, that’s too bad for him. He told me he doesn’t want or need my help. I’m not wasting any more time on him.”

“But you want to. I can tell. I see the way you look at him in class. And just so know, when you look away from him with that sad face, he looks back at you with guilt in his eyes. I mean, does Jared seem like the type of guy to admit that he’s feeling down?“ 

You stopped fiddling with the things in your locker and sucked in a breath.

“Just go check up on him. Who knows, he might even open up to you.” 

“Yeah, I tried that. Doesn’t exactly work out for me. That’s kinda how he friend-dumped me in the first place.”

“(Y/N), I really think he’s hurting right now and could use a friend.” 

With that, she walked away. You were once again all alone. 

You saw a boy from the football team trip Evan. You scurried over to him to help him up as some people around you were laughing, including the boys. You called after them, 

“Hey assholes, watch where you’re going!” 

They practically ran down the hallway like children. You shook your head as you helped Evan up.

“Thank you.” 

“No problem. Don’t worry about those guys.” 

He was staring at everything, but you.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing, I just thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Didn’t Jared tell you?”

“Jared and I haven’t been friends for at least two months now.”


“He started to get upset about you casting him out and I tried helping him. He just ended up telling me to fuck off. He seems like he’s in pretty bad shape these days and I want to help him, but…” 

“Oh my god, this is all my fault.”

“How? What did you do Evan?”

He looked down to the floor and didn’t respond.  


“Just meet me after school and I’ll explain everything.”

You did just that. You waited out in front of the school for Evan to meet you. He was sitting on the bench next to a tree. You sat down next to him. He waited until the only that could hear him was you. Everything he had done, everything he and Jared had done just poured out of him like a waterfall. You couldn’t believe anything he was telling you. You were mad. 

“Please, (Y/N), if you’re going to be mad at someone… Be mad at me. None of this was Jared’s fault. He just wanted to help me and then it got way too out of control." 

You got up and paced in front of the bench. 

“I can’t believe you guys did that! How could you do that!?” 

“I know, it’s despicable and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t hate myself for it. But please don’t blame Jared. It’s my fault.”

You had just realized that this is what Jared was talking about. The whole “I can’t tell you” thing. This is why he couldn’t tell you what was wrong. You had to talk to him.

“Oh my god. Evan, I have to go. But, we aren’t done talking about this.”

You sprinted to your car and started the engine. You drove to Jared’s house and parked in front. You got out and built up the courage to knock on his front door. You knocked and stood there waiting for him to open the door. Only it wasn’t him who answered. It was his mother.

“Hi, (Y/N)! So good to see you again.” “Hi, Mrs. Kleinman. Is Jared home?” 

“Yes, but… he might be a little down.”

“That’s actually why I’m here.”

“He’s downstairs.”

“Thank you.”

You walked down the stairs to his basement. You didn’t hear anything. No music. No game sounds. Nothing except sniffling every now and then.


Jared’s eyes widened and he quickly sat up, wiping his eyes and clearing his throat. His back was all you could see as he spoke to you.

“Uh, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to check up on you. You haven’t been yourself lately.”

“I’m fine.”

“Cut the bullshit, Jared. Everyone knows you’re not.”

You walked over to him and sat on the table in front of him.

“Why do you care?”

“Evan told me everything. About Connor. About the emails. Everything.”

He finally made eye contact with you. He definitely had been crying for some time now. You couldn’t help, but feel sad when you looked at him. You grabbed his hand and rubbed it gently.

“I don’t care if you never want to talk to me again, but I want you to know that I am here and I am someone who will listen to your problems, no matter how big or small because you mean something to me. I know that Evan and I were your only friends at one point and that you weren’t used to someone showing affection towards you. And though you might still not open up to me and might not even want to be my friend after this, I know that you have no one right now and that’s why I came here.” 

Jared looked at your hands and then looked into your eyes. He pulled you into a hug and started sobbing into your shoulder. You cradled his head and just held him there. You tried really hard to not cry as well. You had never seen him so sad before. Never in your entire life had you seen Jared Kleinman so vulnerable, yet here he was, right into your shoulder, crying his eyes out.

After some time, Jared pulled away and took off his glasses. He wiped his eyes and laid back against the couch. Neither of you said a word for some time. You just watched Jared, searching for any sign of well… friendship maybe? A confession? Who knows what was going to happen. He sniffled and put his glasses back on.

“So, you don’t hate me?”

“I’ve never hated you, not even after what you said to me.”

“I thought if I pushed you away before you found out, it would’ve been easier. It just made things a lot harder.”

“All I wanted was for you to open up.”

“It’s just not that simple for me.”

“How so?”

“I’m Jared Kleinman. The over-confident asshole who makes dumb jokes about everything. I bother other kids and pester teachers because it amuses me. I’m not exactly known for showing affection or sadness. I never thought I’d ever have someone in my life who… makes me feel important like you and Evan do… did.”

“You are important, Jared. You’re important to me and I know you’re important to Evan. And just because you might be the jokester of our class, it doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to have emotions.”

“Why do I feel like such a pussy?”

“You’re not a pussy. You’re human.”

“How do I fix all of this? Between you and me, and Evan?”

“I’m not saying it will work, but I think if you and Evan talked it out, you could rekindle it.” 

“He made it very clear that he didn’t want to be friends with me.”

“Sound like anybody you know?”

He gazed up at you and understood exactly what you were referencing. He scoffed.

“God, I really am just a big fuck up, aren’t I?”

“Stop it. You’re not a fuck up. You’re the insanely cool Jared Kleinman, remember?”

He chuckled a little bit and you smiled.

“I really am sorry (Y/N) for the way I treated you. I don’t ever want you to leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He grinned as he pulled you in for another hug. You smiled into his shoulder and laughed. You both pulled away.

“So, what do I do now?”

“I think you should apologize to the Murphy’s.”

“Are you out of your mind!? I’m sure they’d rather kill me than hear an apology!”

“Jared, listen to me. I’m sure they’d appreciate it more than you know.”

“Oh god. If I end up dead, it’s your fault.”

“I will gladly take the blame. Now, come on.” __________________________________________________ 

You arrived at the Murphy’s and knocked on their door. Jared was tapping his foot from all the anxiety. You grabbed his arm. 

“It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

He smiled at you then turned back to the door when Zoe opened it.

“Oh, hey guys. What are you doing here?” 

You looked at Jared and he sighed.

“I have something I need to say to you and your parents.”

“I don’t think they’re in the mood right now.” 

“Please!? It’s really important.”


You and Jared followed Zoe into the foyer and saw her parents sitting on the couch. Zoe introduced you both. Cynthia recognized Jared.

“You helped Evan with the Connor Project.”

“Yeah, I did. I just wanted to say that Evan wasn’t the only one who was responsible for… you know. I pretended to be Connor. I was the one who created the fake email account and made the emails. I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear this from, but I’m deeply and truly sorry. And I know I have no place to say this, but having known Evan for pretty much my entire life, I can tell you that he was only trying to help when you were grieving about Connor. He just wanted to bring you more happiness with the whole situation. He’s still just a kid trying to find his place in this unforgiving world. And I think it’s safe to assume that Connor probably felt the same way.”

The Murphy’s all looked to each other, but didn’t respond.

“Well, that’s what I came to say. See you at school, Zoe.”

You and Jared left the house and got back in his car. You turned to him.

“You didn’t have to say what you said. About Evan.”

“Yeah I did.”

He started the ignition and drove back to his house. It was getting rather late, but you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to spend more time with him, just to make sure if he was okay. And maybe start playing some video games.

And that’s exactly what happened. You started playing like old buddies again. Like nothing had changed. After about an hour, you finally decided that it was time to leave. Jared gave you one last hug before you got into your car. __________________________________________________

Today was the last day of school before winter break and you were beyond excited. Two whole weeks of doing absolutely nothing in hot chocolate and cuddle season. That was Jared’s winter alternative to Netflix and chill. You had just shut your locker when Evan walked up to you.

“Hey, (Y/N), I hope you have a good winter break.”

“You too. Hey, you’re not stuttering as much as you used to.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed. Thank you.”

You smiled at him. Evan smiled back then his eyes got wide. You turned to your left and saw Jared standing behind you. He walked forward and stuck out his hand towards Evan.

“Hey… are we cool?”

“Uh y-yeah. We’re cool.”

“So no hard feelings between us?”

“No. None. Wow, I didn’t expect this.”

“Oh god, please, don’t start crying.”

“I’m not going to cry.”

“Good because if you cry then I’m gonna start.”

“Aaand he’s back to normal.”

“Glad to be back. Hope you guys didn’t miss me too much.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled. Alana approached the three of you.

“I hope you all have a good winter break.”

Evan stopped her before she could leave.

“Alana, I-I’m sorry for everything. Truly, I really am. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just needed you to know that I know what I did was wrong and unforgivable.”

Alana looked at you and let out a breath. She put her hand on Evan’s shoulder.

“I forgive you.”


“Yes. I’m not one to hold grudges.” 

“T-thank you!”

She and Evan walked off as you and Jared walked to his car. You both had already decided that you were coming over for pretty much the entirety of the break.

You got to his house and went down to the basement like always. You sighed out of contentment,

“Well, everything is good and back to the way it was.”

“Yeah and it’s all thanks to you.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure it would’ve worked out anyways.”

“No, I mean it, (Y/N). If it wasn’t for you, nothing would be back to the way it was. Because of you, everyone is friends again, well, except for Zoe. You changed everything for all of us. I would’ve never apologized to the Murphy’s if it hadn’t been for you. And I definitely wouldn’t have let go of my grudge against Evan. (Y/N), everything good that happened, happened because of you. You’re amazing.”

You blushed at his words and felt a tear roll down your cheek. Jared saw it and immediately started hugging you.

“Did I say something wrong? Oh god, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Jared. I’m just really happy that you said that.”

He chuckled and pulled you in for a long hug. He looked at you in admiration and cupped your cheek. He gazed at your lips and licked his. You had your hands on his flannel and bunched it up. He pulled you in and kissed you. His lips were soft and felt so good against yours. You completely melted against him. He moved his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.

You pulled away for air and stared at him with a big smile on your face. He rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m really glad you asked me to hang out three months ago, (Y/N).“

“Me too and I’m glad you’re my friend.”

“Really? After a kiss like that, I’m still only a friend? Come on, I thought I’d get at least a little something more than friend.”

You playfully hit his shoulder. And picked up a controller.

“Fine, you beat me in Smash and you will get to-”



Eventually, he did get to smash. And yes, he referred back to this moment after it happened too.

And yes, you smacked his shoulder.

i-love-territorial-illyrians  asked:

OMG ONE MONTHE UNTIL ACOWAR!! CAN'T WAIT! I feel like I've been waiting forever but this fandom had helped soo much with the wait, it's been almost manageable XD What are you most looking forward to in ACOWAR? :) <3

SO the more I think about ACOWAR the more… nervous I am for it? Like when I see things like theories and whatnot, it makes it hard. There are certain things that if happened  would ruin the whole series for me. I’ll give you a few examples.

If Feyre is pregnant in ACOWAR, it would ruin it for me. And not in the good way, as in I would start to actively dislike the book. If it’s in an epilogue, that’s different, but if it’s a source of conflict in ACOWAR I’m tapping out. 

If Ianthe is pregnant, I’m out. It would be lazy plotting, and although it would fit her character it wouldn’t fit Tamlin’s. And people will revolt to that, but seriously. You think Tamlin’s gonna fuck anyone when he’s so frantic about finding Feyre? I know there’s Calanmai or whatever, but I don’t think it would be her he sleeps with (and I honestly think that ‘consequences’ that SJM mentioned will happen will be because he didn’t do the ritual). I think it would be an injustice to his character. 

If Nesta is mates with one of Lucien’s brothers, and then is like ‘nah fam I luv Cassian’, I’ll hate it quicker than you can say Feysand. I think that kind of plot would completely undermine the sanctity and emotion and weight put on a mating bond. As for the the ‘imagine how great Cassian will feel if Nesta chooses him’ argument, I say that his self-worth should not be determined by the relationship that he’s in. And I know people will being up Rhys’s parents, but I honestly feel like their one in a million. Not only that, but I do genuinely think that they loved each other in their own twisted way. 

If Nesta and Elain are coddled in this book, or their past indiscretions are swept aside, I will feel disappointed and unsatisfied. Those two have a lot of explaining to do. I don’t really like Nesta, that’s cool, and the more I think about Elain as well… How are they so easily forgiven? I just don’t get it. People crucify Tamlin, and that’s something we could all talk about for days, but how is what Elain and Nesta did any better? I would argue that what they did to Feyre for years was worse than anything Tamlin did. And that’s never been resolved. Yeah, sure, Nesta went to the wall and then begrudgingly let them into her house and then kind of fought to get the Book, but has she ever once apologised? And what has Elain ever done? 

If Lucien becomes High Lord of the Spring Court, I will revolt. It would straight up go against the canon lore of the books. If Lucien becomes a High Lord, it will be because all his fucked brother’s die and so does his father. 

IF THE STORY IS TOLD IN ANY MORE P.O.V’S THAN RHYS AND FEYRE I WILL BE FUCKING DONE. NO. NOPE. I don’t think this will happen, because I think if Sarah wanted that many P.O.V’s than she just would’ve written it in third person, but just hearing people say that they think Nesta or whatever will have a perspective makes me cringe so hard my organs ache. I also think that if we get another P.O.V, it will just be in the spinoff. 


Buuuuttt there are some things I’m excited for!!

I can’t wait for the introduction of Drakon and Miryam, and for the set up of the spin-off series. I can’t wait to see who survives and who doesn’t, because the wait is killing me. I can’t wait for badass Feyre reuniting with Rhys. I am so excited to find out more about Lucien’s magical eye and to see what Amren’s true form is! I am HERE for some good hessian and moriel, and the slow burn, incomplete romance that I hope is Elucien. 

I don’t think I could pinpoint an exact scene, for the soul reason I have no idea what’s going to happen. Like none in the slightest. I was waaayyyy off in my predictions for ACOWAR. 

And I know there are a lot of negatives in this post, but I am so so so so so excited for ACOWAR!!! I love Sarah’s books, and I love everything she writes, I just want to have it fill it’s potential without being stupid.  


Originally posted by kimyumbin

Pairing: Hwiyoung x Older female!Reader

Genre: Romance/Comedy

Word count: 1364 words

Notes: This blog’s first request ever! I want to thank the anon who sent this, I had so much fun writing it!

Summary: Youngkyun wonders, on an almost daily basis, what is that special thing about you that attracts him so much. He also wonders, though, how is it to fall so hard for someone so out of his league.

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You Pull Me In

He didn’t expect to meet so intriguing woman. But what he learnt about her surprised him a lot. Will it be only one time meeting or something more?

Warnings: Language 


Oliver was sitting at the bar looking down at the glass of  scotch in his hand. He was slowly moving the glass in a circle looking how the alcohol swirled inside the glass.

He was so disappointed in himself. And he was tired. Maybe he was even more exhausted than he thought because when he moved his back his sore muscles let him know about his failure.

He heard the whispers. He knew people were talking about him, but he honestly didn’t care.

He should be upstairs in his room being yelled at by every person in his life but instead of that he was sitting down here drinking, well technically he was just holding the glass because he didn’t drink at all.

He has been sober for 5 years and he decided to stay that way.

But he liked to look at the brownish liquid and imagine how it would taste on his tongue.

For some it would be a torture but not for him. He was well trained to deny himself a lot of things.

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tiberius: trust your eyes

on ao3

warnings: discussions of past abuse, gaslighting, emotional abuse

“So!” Tony says, spreading his hands in invitation. “What’s the verdict? Hit me.”

Tiberius glances over, smiling at him indulgently. “They seemed nice.”

“Nice?” Tony echoes. “Nice? Nice is like a death knell.”

Tiberius laughs. “Well they did. The redhead was even hotter than you.”

Tony makes a noise of mock outrage and Tiberius laughs again.


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anonymous asked:

what do you guys think of this arc? honestly i think it's kind of drawn out, but i want a scenario where something happens to midoriya where he gets captured and since toga has his blood she uses it to go back to ua as izuku with the rest of the gang and everyone's like "huh midoriyas actin weird" until toga goes to kacchan and is like "hey bakugou kun" and kacchans just goes "who is this fucking imposter" and they go on a rescue mission like kacchans but hes leading (i just miss kacchan tbh)

Yeah, I’m not fond of this arc, I’ve discussed it before beyond just the absence of Bakugou.

I’ll put it under a read more since it’s just a lot of writing opinions.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine about self harm scars with Ethan? The reader tells tell him they used to cut but they stopped and he finds out one day they started again without telling him.

yes!! ah im very pro don’t make mental illness a secret so this may be slightly opinionated but tysm for this ask!! its vv important for this stuff to be written about. also. hopefully im a CTUALLY WORKING ON REQUESTS THIS TIME


It had been a really long time since you’d last self-harmed by the time you and Ethan were officially a “thing”. It was just this type of… emotional outlet, and now you had him to give your everything to. And, your other mental illnesses had gotten much much better, too. You were even off of medication and everything, soaring above the clouds. Ethan had asked you several times in advance if you wanted to be in a video, so he could introduce you, because you know he wanted to be transparent with his audience and also be kind and courteous to you. Eventually, you accepted his offer.

There was overwhelming kindness to the video of you two sitting side by side, doing one of the very generic couple’s tags for Valentine’s Day. He was not overly touchy, nor pushy, and let you help choose what questions you wanted to answer. He’s always this kind of gentle when he wants you to be happy, and it makes you lighthearted.

You ended up spending a lot of time looking through the comments of that video, trying to find something that would contradict the too good to be true aspect. Of course, you should never look too hard to find a problem, because then you see it everywhere.

And it didn’t take long to find some negative things about you, along with jealous fangirls lusting after someone… well, they didn’t even properly know. You feel like you’ve had your fair share of time to actually understand him a little more… even though he does let his personality show through.

Honestly, it takes you back to see the amount of hate you’re getting already. People are making jabs at how you look, how you dress, your personality. Other comments are perverted and rude, and it takes you ten minutes to close your laptop before you start getting so vulnerable that you break down. You aren’t weak, but you don’t want to poke the sleeping bull of your past habits.

In fact, you talk to Ethan about it and he offers you the best tips he possibly can and holds you into oblivion for the rest of the night. You both end up falling asleep on his couch together, waking up in some weird contortion of a position. It puts a kink in your neck but a smile on your face.

However, the comments keep on rolling in You start getting Twitter messages and Instagram followers harassing you. It’s like being attacked from all angles. And although you leave your Instagram on public, you do close off notifications on everything.

It only takes a week for your confidence to begin to break down, even with everybody by your side, because sometimes you tear yourself down, too. It’s not a healthy habit and you know that it isn’t, but you can’t always help it.

You habitually read the comments on the video, even though it’s only one video and even though the majority is happy for you, you can’t see the positives through the negatives. You’re in a fog. Swimming through syrup.

You don’t feel like you have any good reason besides your own crushing self doubt, but you pick up the oldest and worst habit you can think of and put it to use.

“Oh yeah, I used to,” you hum in regards to the scars on the arm you haven’t been using. There aren’t too many, honestly, because you were never obsessive with how you self-harmed. You just did it.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” Ethan mumbles in response, just picking at your defenses with a shy little smile and a kind hand holding yours. It’s warm and you feel happy when he’s in contact with you.

You really, really want to tell him, and at the same time don’t want him to be angry at you.

Strangely enough, you just quiet yourself for the rest of the day. Normally you’re as chatty as could be, but tonight you find yourself somewhat stuck in the rut of worrying that if you keep talking it’ll just slip out or if you stop talking it’ll set him on your tail for what’s wrong, and you wouldn’t lie.

“Ethan,” you blurt, “I started again.”

It’s reserved. Mumbled shamefully and tiredly, and he seems surprised and disappointed and a cocktail of unhappiness brews in your stomach. Each individual cut hurts a little worse now, like they don’t belong there.

Because they don’t belong there.

And even though you know that he’s probably a little frustrated and so are you, you struggle and grapple with the fact that you’re gonna be alright. He seems eerily silent, and then he squeezes your hand and you look up. And he’s reassuring and disappointed and all of the emotions that you can’t put together, and you’re broken.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

Originally posted by nestorquik


Just wanna give my two cents regarding Jay’s recent news.

- I don’t think he is leaving AOMG nor is he leaving H1GHR. He has work so hard to get AOMG to the point where it is now and H1GHR has just begun;

- In saying that, I wouldn’t be surprise if he takes a step back from either companies. I mean, he has Simon on AOMG and Chase on H1GHR. Both are capable of handling business.

- I have a feeling that man is ready to settle down but right, he’s putting work and others before him. Jay has said he is doing everything at full speed right now and I hope he doesn’t take more than what he can bite.

- Jay is breaking down barriers for Asian American hip hop artists or just artists in general but I’m sure he is not the only person to do so. Please correct me if I’m wrong.

- I don’t know if I’m being selfish but since he has signed with Rocnation he will be getting more exposure to another audience and I don’t want that haha I just want him to stay ‘hidden’.

- But honestly, I’m happy for him.

- I want to add more about his 'ideal type’ shit cos I’ve seen what people have been saying. But best if I save it for another time.

- I was caught up with his drama the other time (y'all know what and whom I’m talking about) and I realised how stupid it was so I stopped stalking lol. I mean, he didn’t say anything so it must be trivial shit;

- And I mentioned we should just keep supporting him in whatever he does. I don’t know who Jay is as a person, I’m just going off by his music and the way he presents himself on social media. But again, we should just keep supporting him, AOMG and H1GHR!


anonymous asked:

The boys s/o was in combat with them, Noctis was about to get hit from behind but so was the their s/o. The boys decide to protect Noctis first since he is the prince. S/o was injured but not badly. How do the boys react and make it up to their s/o?

This might not be what you wanted, but I always try to write them as realistically as possible and this is how I see it going down. I haven’t been very active lately so sorry about that. Hopefully I can update a bit more this week.

Noctis: The moment he realizes one of the other boys helped him instead of their s/o He’d feel terrible and would only see his status as the Prince even more burdening than he already does. After the incident he’d pull the guy aside and tell them he appreciated it but if it happens again to help their s/o because they should be their main concern. He would understand that because he’s the Prince stuff like this would happen, but this is one thing he’d hate and would pay even more attention during battle to ensure this doesn’t happen again.

Prompto: I honestly can’t see him doing something like this, Noct is his closest friend but he also knows two other people are looking out for him, the only way he’d do this is if someone was close enough to help his s/o or if Noct was literally about to get a blow big enough to kill him and his s/o was only going to get a small blow. If the latter did happen he’d pamper the fuck out of his lover and apologize over and over, and make sure they’re given medical attention as soon as possible. He would probably cry about it because he would feel so guilty, but his lover would know that if he didn’t do what he did Noct would have been dead, and they’d remind him of that to calm him down and show they weren’t angry.

Gladio: He would be very tormented after choosing because he knows his job as the prince’s shield is exactly as it sounds, to shield the Prince so as he moves to save the Prince only to see as his lover get hit, releasing a pained scream he would feel dread spread through his body. Prompto and iggy would be the ones to run to them first to give medical attention before Gladio runs after them. Falling to his knees he’d apologize while cursing the gods for the position he was put in and for a while after he might even curse his destiny as the royal shield. While it might take time for his lover to forgive him they wouldn’t hate him because they knew his job was to protect Noct and that it would always be that. Iggy: it wouldn’t happen because his job is literally to observe and react, he’s been groomed for this sort of situation. The moment he sees both Noct and his lover about to get hit he either yells at Gladio and Prompto to cover Noct while he covers his s/o or yells at someone close to his lover to cover them while he helps the Prince. If neither is possible then he’d throw a spell out in the direction of Noct to shock the enemy and allow him time to escape while he protected his lover. Iggy is simply too prepared and quick on his feet because he was raised to be exactly that.