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Always a Bridesmaid 10/10

So this is the last chapter, I’d like to thank you everyone of you who took the time to read, like and comment - it really meant the world to me. Thank you so so much! I really hope you enjoy the chapter. This and all previous chapters are also available on AO3.

Thanks so much to @mel-loves-all for the beautiful edit and to @almondblossomme for proofing and suggestions!

                                            Chapter 10: My Always

When Felicity pulled into her driveway after a long day at work she couldn’t wait to snuggle up with Oliver for a relaxing evening.  This was the first evening in a while that they would both be home. And while moving Smoak Technologies to Star City was the best idea, it of course came with problems that needed to be solved.

As she walked into the house she pulled the elastic from her hair to de-ponytail. Yum, she could smell something good cooking. “Oliver, honey, where are you?”

“In the kitchen,” he called out.

She wandered into the kitchen and saw him checking the chicken in the oven. As he closed the oven door, she walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist and placed her face against his back, “I miss you,” she mumbled.

Oliver reached around for her, moving her to his front and gave her a kiss that showed her that he felt the same. He pulled back for a moment and then went back in for one small kiss. “I missed you too. How was your day?”

“Long! But so much better now that I’m home with you.” She walked over to take down a wine glass.

“Red or white?” Oliver asked.

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Do Wonders Never Cease?

I have said this before and I will continue to say it: YOU GUYS AMAZE ME!!

Back in September when I posted my first fic, I never EVER in a million years would have guessed I would be here today, with 1,000 of you wonderful, supportive, amazing followers. Your words of encouragement are what keep me going each and every day!

Before I get to the fun stuff, I want to take the time to thank some of the people that have continually shown their support and encouragement, and most of all love. I know I am going to miss some, so I do apologize in advance. 

@iwantthedean @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @ellen-reincarnated1967 @mamaredd123 @impala-dreamer @impalaimagining @chelsea072498 @paintrider13-blog @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @love-kittykat21 @spntrista @zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat.  I could go on and on!

So keep reading to learn more about my new challenge!!

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Internet Famous: Part 12

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: Poe and Reader are friends who came together and started a youtube channel for fun. 1 million subscribers later, they’re now internet famous. Their friendship has thrived, however, all of their fans can obviously see that Poe and Reader aren’t just friends.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

A/N: I meant to post this yesterday…oops. 

Honestly, the whole unofficial family reunion thing was okay. There was hardly any family drama. Your relatives were too caught up in your relationship with Poe to even care for family drama. It was such a nice feeling. 

You and Poe were helping your mom clean up the place and wrap up all the food.

“Well, now you two are going to have to eat as much of this as possible tomorrow.”

“That won’t be a problem, mom. Poe is always hungry.” You patted him on his stomach, “I still don’t understand how you could stay so fit.”

Poe shrugged with a smirk, “The Gods have blessed me with a beautiful chiseled body.”

You scoffed, “Alright ‘chiseled body’, go help Zoe and Mason clean the living room. I have to talk to my mom.”

“You got it, princess.” Poe kissed your head and went into the other room.

“Is something wrong, Y/N?” Your mom asked as she was moving her spaghetti onto a smaller plate.

“Nothing’s wrong. Tomorrow’s Poe’s birthday and I was wondering what I should do. Of course I had plans, but I didn’t expect to come here. Poe doesn’t really care much for his birthday so I’m trying to figure out what to do.”

“Why don’t you two have a picnic at that park you went to often?”

You thought about what she was talking about, “Oh yeah! The one with big pond! That’s perfect!” You kissed her on the cheek, “Thanks, mom!”

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halloweek; day four

It Felt Like You

Clarke pines for her best friend. Bellamy kisses a stranger at a party. The two things are not entirely unrelated.

based on prompt: ‘we’re in costume and i know exactly who you are but pretend i don’t so i have an excuse to make out with you just once.’ for anonymous

written by: Lexi / @goldenheadfreckledheart
edit by: M / @ahmren
word count: 4295

“Remind me why you’re not going, again?” Bellamy groans, head tipping back over the arm of Clarke’s sofa.

She walks past him on her way to the kitchen and flicks a finger softly against the crease above his brow. He scowls halfheartedly at her, but doesn’t move from his position on the couch.

She does not, notably, run a hand through his hair where it’s fallen back from his forehead. Doesn’t even want to. She definitely doesn’t have to deny that compulsion.

“I told you,” she says. “The hospital’s doing Halloween a day early this year so that on actual Halloween people with actual lives,” she gestures grandly to herself and Bellamy scoffs, earning himself another flick, “can hang out with their actual friends.”

He does perk up a little at that. “We’re still marathoning old scary movies, right?”

She grins. “Absolutely.” It’s their best tradition, as far as she’s concerned. Which is completely unrelated to the fact that it gives her an excuse to snuggle up next to him under the pretense of fear.

“It would be a lot easier to be upset with you if you didn’t have such a noble reason,” Bellamy concedes after a moment, looking up at her from the couch, his eyes rolled comically high toward his brow to look at her.

“It’s almost like I went into pediatrics just to spite you.”

“That’s what I’m saying, yeah.”

“Hey, you’re the one who agreed to Raven’s party, not me.”

“I figured you’d be going!” he says, finally sitting up to more properly pout at her. “I wouldn’t have agreed to go to a party alone.”

“Alone,” she deadpans. “At a party with all of our friends.”

“You know what I mean,” he says offhandedly. “You won’t be there.”

A reflexive twitch runs down her fingertips.

She does know what he means, and it makes her heart ache and soar simultaneously. They are, for lack of a better term, each other’s person. And though they do have the same group of friends, it’s also true that, when that group gets divided up, it’s rare that it’s not her and Bellamy wandering through museum alcoves, exploring the furthest shelves in the back of a dim bookstore far past the time they were supposed to rendezvous with the group. They’re inseparable. He’s her best friend.

She’s also in love with him, which is definitely only a perk in rom coms, as she’s come to realized over the last couple years. Because though the fluffy movies get the underlying feeling of bubbly warmth right, they don’t tend to cover the part where the best friend doesn’t feel the same way.

Which isn’t to say that she’s just hanging around Bellamy because she likes the pain of it. His friendship is her most valuable possession, and she knows he loves her, in some sense of the word.

She knows this because he’s Bellamy and everything he does for the people he cares about drips with affection. But she knows it more specifically because of one night in particular.

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Always a Bridesmaid 4/?

Thanks so so much for all the lovely comments and reblogs  - I am beyond flattered and grateful for all those who are taking the time to read my story.

Thanks so much to @mel-loves-all for the beautiful edit and to @almondblossomme for proofing! And this chapter got a little bolder - well bold for me - so thanks to @tdgal1 for reading, offering feedback and supporting!

The previous chapters and this one are available on AO3.


                                Chapter 4: Jump Then Fall

Sara opened her front door before Felicity and Donna had finished getting out of Oliver’s car.

There went Felicity’s quiet moment alone with Oliver!

“Hey Oliver, thanks for escorting the lovely ladies to my place.” Sara smiled and gave Felicity a look.

“No problem. Now you all stay out of trouble. I can do without phone calls from the police.” he winked.

Felicity really wanted to say goodbye to Oliver privately but she couldn’t think of way without making her mother and Sara more suspicious. Thankfully, Oliver saved her from herself.

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balance / a necromancer!woozi au

Originally posted by wonnhao

happy birthday jihoon!

summary: two sides of an unbalanced world, jihoon learns to conform with the good, and you learn to conform with someone who isn’t that bad.

genre: enemies to friends, supposed lovers

characters: woozi/female reader, other members of svt, ft members of exid

word count: 6.3k

a/n: i’ve been addicted to crossing over female band members into my aus. forgive me. also the longest thing i’ve ever written. character development is my niche. happy birthday vocal team leaderrrr

other notes: super emo woozi

i came up with like all of the concepts in this au. nothing here comes from any fandom as far as i’m concerned, just a general understanding of the magic fantasy universe. none of the spell phrases mean anything, as far as i’m concerned.

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Bittersweet Words On My Tongue

I wrote this for Jeva on AO3, they’ve been leaving me a lot of nice comments on my stories and I felt like saying thanks!

“Evan and Nogla talking about friend crushes, yeah. That would be cute to read (or not bec I know you can make good angst) :)”

Pairings: H2OVanoss, Mentioned Daithi De Vanoss (nothing actually happens).

Warnings: Alcohol Mention, Swearing, a little bit of angst & a bittersweet ending (depends on how you look at it).

“Have you ever… kissed a man before?”

“Yeah. Once… in high school,” Daithi replied, his head ducked low as he concentrated on his drawing and Evan watched as his pencil stroked across the surface of the paper.

It was oddly mesmerising.

He knew that David wasn’t overly talented when it came to drawing- he had watched the YouTube videos of him drawing their group- but his friend was determined to better himself and Evan was proud. It was a hard talent to learn- from Evan’s experience- but it was funny to watch Nogla, with his tongue peaking out between his teeth, as he attempted to draw Evan’s hand.

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It’s Klaroline + any time period so here’s a sequel to Bloody Thump (the one where Caroline and Klaus are on their way to stop the expression triangle from being completed then oops, time travel!) It’s also a (belated, of course) bday request from @turnandturnagain who has a VERY cool blog who I am happy to see on my dash because it is filled with interesting and pretty.

Bloody Thump (Part Two)

Caroline needs a little distance.

Her heart continues thrumming erratically as she watches Klaus feed, she’s digging her nails into her palms until it hurts, mentally screaming at herself to look away.

It was so, so wrong to find this hot.

Admonishing herself is useless. She can’t stop watching.

She’s not sure how much time passes until Klaus seems and a soft noise of satiation drifts from him, loud in the stillness of the clearing. It does nothing to loosen the knot of arousal sitting low in her belly, pushes her traitorous brain into imagining what the sound would feel like if he muffled it in her skin.

She’s not picky. The soft plane of her inner thigh, the curve of her breast, the crook of her shoulder.


If she’s going to manage not to shove him against another tree she needs to leave. Now.

Caroline mumbles something about washing up and whirls, walking blindly into the woods.

There had to be a stream or something somewhere, right?

Hopefully it was really freaking cold.

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So Many Stars (Ch. 25)

Pairing: Phan
Genre: Chaptered, English teachers in Japan AU
Word Count: 5,901 words
Warnings: Slight angst, food mentions, implied sexy times
Description: There, but for the grace of you, go I

Read Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 | Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 | Ch. 13 | Ch. 14 | Ch. 15 | Ch. 16 | Ch. 17 | Ch. 18 | Ch. 19 | Ch. 20 | Ch. 21 | Ch. 22 | Ch. 23 | Ch. 24

A/N: i am eternally grateful to everyone who has read and loved this story. writing it has been such an incredible experience. thank you all!


He woke up some time later to the buzzing of his phone by his ear.

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The Haunted Nightmare

Summary: Dan doesn’t know what to do when a ghost by the name of Phil starts haunting him.

TW: (so far) curse words, ghosts

Word Count: (so far) 2.2k

a/n this is my new chaptered fic! im not sure exactly how long its gonna be yet, but make sure to tell me if you’re looking forward to the next part!

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Green Dot, Red Dot: A Sockathan Fanfiction

[[Hey guys! Finally got around to participating in this fandom again. This is a fill for kinkmeme number 550. Hope you all enjoy it and DFTBA!

Triggers: Mentions of suicide, depression. Nothing explicit.]]

The username blinks back at Jonathan in the darkened room, the light of it dancing off piles of clothes and the guitar resting on his bed, superhero and band posters on his wall. Sock Sowachowski. Part of him scoffs at the idiocy of putting their actual name on the internet, but it’s late, and he should be doing his homework, so he clicks on the name and types out a three letter message.

sandwichlover101: hey

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Born to Die

Can u make a fan fic where Dan is in the hospital and Y/N is like a person who has to take care of him and they end up falling in love?

I’m sorry that this is only one part, but its lame anyways so whatever (also the title is a little too real but its based of THIS song by Lana Del Rey)


Warnings: Swearing, sad

 I’d only been an official nurse for around two years, but I had seen my fair share of patients. My teen years were spent volunteering at hospitals, or helping out my mothers friend at her clinic whenever given the opportunity. Each patient was a stepping stone closer to my future working with whatever injury or disease was thrown my way.

With each patient and time spent studying the field in university, I felt like I could handle it all. Even if it meant death. I was a very strong willed person, and usually I tried not to let things get the best of me. However, that was the circle of life. People died and people were born. There was nothing I could do but try my best (when I had to) and help make time for people a tad bit longer or simply more colourful.

I was used to working in the hospital, mainly working with deliveries or simple emergency room things such as assisting a doctor give someone stitches. I personally wanted more than just that, but there has to be someone who does the job. I was quite good at it, so I didn’t complain. My true feelings had to be put on hold because I could seriously be making a difference in someones life.

After another overnight shift at the hospital, two deliveries, and a large coffee later, I got dressed and began packing up my things before heading home.

“Y/N-a word, please.” Mrs. Jeffries, the hospital director said, pointing her finger at me as I exited the staff changing room. I huffed and slowly made my way over. She grinned and shoved her hands in her pockets.

“Good morning, Mrs. Jeffries. What’s going on?” I placed my purse strap over my shoulder and crossed my arms. I, in no way, looked any bit presentable. The bags under my eyes were probably bigger than the whole continent of North America, and my hair was coated in twelve layers of grease and up in a sad pony tail.

“I was just looking over your folder and you have an outstanding attendance. You’ve been working nonstop since we hired you here. You haven’t even taken your vacation days.” She held the beige folder, running her fingers down the pages and nodding her head forward. “Not a single day missed, nor have you been late. That’s not even counting the times you’ve covered for some of the other nurses.”

“Yeah. I love my job, what can I say?” I awkwardly chuckled, waiting for her to get to the point. It wasn’t like she was telling me anything that I didn’t already know.

“What if I told you I had a job opportunity for you?” She continued on, closing her folder and tilting her head slightly to the side. Mrs. Jeffries was a woman who even at 60-something years old, she still looked younger than her age. She was fit and charming for her age.

“I’d say that was wonderful, but what kind of job?” I immediately straightened out my spine and cleared my throat. I was obviously intrigued by the idea, but felt disgusting. I needed a nice shower and a nap.

“It’s best if I show you,”

We walked all around the hospital until reaching the paid rooms wing. I only ever had been down this wing a few times, as it wasn’t my main area. The specific hospital I worked at contained a lot of different medical workers, so we all had assigned spaces. I would love to work here, as it was more for people who needed constant attention.

“Do you need me to cover for someone down here today? I just finished my shift but I could definitely work it out.” I insisted, walking alongside Mrs. Jeffries. She just shook her head and approached a door at the end of the hallway to an empty room.

“His name is Dan Howell. He’s 25, has terminal liver cancer that spread to his other organs and his family want him here. They’re paying a lot of money for a full time nurse until there is nothing we can no longer do for him. You’re a good nurse and you know what you’re doing. It’s up to you. Job starts tomorrow. You say the word and I’ll give you his file.” There only seemed like one liable answer, and I wasn’t going to hesitate in saying it.

I’d love this job.”


The job had become the most challenging job I had ever experienced. I figured that it would be a breeze as I had so much experience with so many patients in the past, but it proved different.

Dan Howell, a 25 year old man who has struggled with his sense of depression in the past, and has basically been promised he won’t make it to 26 was not taking it well. Clearly, nobody in his position would be taking it well as your life expectancy is very short. He was literally an internet personality who made YouTube videos for a living, so he had been an open guy online.

The second her arrived at the hospital, that changed. He grew to weak to film nor edit any videos.

I imagine he felt too pitied and he was angry. When he was registered as a patient, he stopped talking. He wouldn’t speak to his family, friends, or any of the staff. His voice refused to make any sound and I was stuck every day with him in silence.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” I questioned, bringing in the feeding cart. I was exasperated with him but tried to plaster on a fake smile and be gentle with him. I knew that he wasn’t up for being babied, so I didn’t try with him to say things like ‘you’re so strong’ or ‘you are a champ’. He was difficult and he was too proud to let his disease get in the way of that. It would be more admirable if didn’t make my life a living hell.

“Well? Do you want anything or not?” I tried again. Dan’s chapped lips remained closed in a straight line. His eyes slowly moved from the TV to the cart. He then looked up at me and nodded, sitting himself up. I sighed, “what do you want then?” He then just nodded again. This is how it had been everyday for two weeks. A constant guessing game between was I thought he wanted and what he actually wanted. I was over it. “Listen, Mr. Howell, I’m not going to stand here and play God for you. I know that you’re going through a lot, but you going mute isn’t going to change anything. What’s happened to you, sucks. I’ve seen it go on so many times but you need to be able to communicate with me. This is my job and I’m here to take care of you, so make this easier on both of us.” It wasn’t the most professional thing for me to go off on him like that, but it was beyond my control.

Dan blinked a few times and stared blankly at the cart before slowly open his mouth mumbling a simple, “water, please.”


Water after water, bathroom break after bathroom break and we were finally on track. He began to use his voice with me whenever he wanted, and whenever I wanted. We began to develop a nice routine where once a day we would have a conversation when I came in the morning, and the rest would continue on with me asking him what he wants to drink or eat.

It was nice.

He was actually really nice.

Dan was someone who I enjoyed spending time with when I finally began to understand him more. I liked being able to see him as more than a patient and more as a person. I got to know him and his habits little by little and it was refreshing. Seeing him unwind made me notice just how attractive he was, too, and that confused me. He was young and he was so smart. If I wasn’t mainly in charge of his well being and he was just a random person I met on the street, it’d be easier for me to formulate something deeper to him. I hated myself for even coming close to being heavily invested in my what if scenarios.

“Are you done with that? I need to give you your other medicines.” I mumbled, walking over to Dan and seeing his empty food tray with a half eaten brownie on it.

“Yeah, go ahead.” Dan pushed the bed table to the end of the bed and flicked his hair to the side. It had been a few days since he bothered to straighten it and it had become curly all around.

I filled up a new cup of water and grabbed three of his pills and brought them over to him. He lightly smiled, exposing his deep dimples and thanked me before gesturing me to sit next to him. I did so and watched him swallow the pills. His throat didn’t have any problems but I still worried that for whatever reason he would choke.

“Why is your hair always up?” He asked, taking the last pills and swallowing it.

“What do you mean?” I chuckled, crossing my legs and chewing on the inside of my cheek. “I’m at work. It’s more professional of me to have it up.”

“All the nurses and doctors have their hair down unless they’re in the event of putting it up.” Dan shrugged.

“What’s your point, Howell?” I rolled my eyes, looking away from him. Suddenly I felt a slight pressure on my head and felt the elastic bands running down through the strands until my hair was loosened.

“My point? I want to see how beautiful you actually are when you’re not trying to look so professional.” He handed me the elastic band and I turned my head to look at him, my face feeling flushed. My hair was loose and bouncy and fell down on my shoulders freely. He smiled to himself and nodded. “Definitely beautiful.”


I started wearing my hair loose.

I wanted to say that it was an executive decision, but that would only be half of the truth.

Dan captivated me. The longer I knew him and cared for him, the more things I noticed about him. It started with me noticing how when he played a game on his console and he got nervous or stressed out with what he specifically did, his cheeks turned bright red and his lips became a darker shade of pink.

Then, simply with his mannerisms. He sighed whenever he wanted my attention. When he wanted some privacy he would start to drag out his words or mumble excessively. He also played with his hands when he was deep in thought which I found to be adorable.

I hated myself. I hated every part of myself for being so invested in him because I knew that it would just end in disaster. Plus, he probably thought nothing more of me than just his annoying nurse he would have to see everyday until he was buried six feet underground.

 “You up for a card game?” Dan smirked up at me, shuffling a bunch of cards in his hands. We both already ate and I basically had an hour to kill before taking off for the day. I easily had the choice when I left, all I had to do was inform the head nurse and then all the nurses on call alternated each hour to check on him.

“Depends on what we’re playing.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him and sat at the other side of the bed table, tapping my fingers on the wood.

“Crazy Eights. The classic card game.” He nodded, putting the cards down.

“I’ll win.”

After an hour past, we were done playing. I don’t even think we finished the game, we just ending up talking and completely forgot about the cards.

“Stay another hour.” Dan begged. I was resting my arms on the table with my head balancing on my fists , just staring at him. He placed his his arms parallel to mine and did the same thing.

“I shouldn’t, I have to feed my dog.” I mumbled, staring at his eyes that were much more beautiful when they were as close as they were.

“Then a half hour,” he replied, moving one of his hands so that his index finger was tracing patterns on my forearm. “After all, I am talking to you like you begged me to.”

“You are, aren’t you?” I smiled slightly to myself. “Fine then, a half hour.”

“Wonderful.” He slowly leaned in, and ever so slightly brushed my lips up against his.


He grew even weaker.

He was so pale you would think he was a ghost. He was unrecognizable to most of the people he knew. He’d lost even more weight and he was so skinny.

Yet, I still adored him.

“May I ask you something?” Dan asked, once again downing his pills. It seemed he only ever asked me a question when he was taking his medication.

“Go for it.” I asked, giving him another pill for him to swallow.

“Is it bad I really want to have sex?” He sighed. I wanted to laugh but I figured he wouldn’t appreciate it.

“Well, it is normal as you’re a man with a penis. I just don’t know where you’d get the energy for it.”

“Nice.” He answered smugly. “I probably won’t have sex. It’s sad to think that I won’t get to enjoy that privilege before I die.”

“Well, you never know.” I kissed his head. “You may just find the will.”

“Maybe even with you,” Dan chuckled. I shook my head.



“Remember last week when we talked about sex? Yeah, I’m not getting laid before death. Nope. Not happening.” Dan groaned as I entered the room. I shoved my hands in my pockets.

“Dan, it’s fine. You don’t need sex to live.” I discarded the bottles of empty water from next to his bed and dumped them in the trash. He crossed his arms and began to pout like a child when I hadn’t given him the answer he’d wanted.

I had fallen so far down the hole of ‘fuck, Dan is great’ and now I wasn’t sure how to answer him when he said things so negatively anymore. Thinking about him any less healthy killed me.

I sat on the bed and pressed the back of my hand against his forehead to make sure he hadn’t gotten a fever as a side effect from his new prescription.

“Are you feeling alright?” I asked, biting my lip. He nodded.

“Can we try?” He whispered, placing his hand over mine.

“Try what?”




“But I’m working.”

“You’re working to take care of me, please.” Dan pressed his forehead against mine. He groaned and pressed his lips hard against mine, making it probably the most passionate kiss I’ve ever shared. His hands went to my waist, then started searching farther down until he stopped. “Never mind.”

“Are you fucking serious? You just begged me, and then when we started-literally 25 seconds after starting, you stop. Why?” I stood up and went back to cleaning up.

“I decided that I want to wait until I’m better to have sex with you because I also just decided that I love you.” I wanted to scream at him for making himself believe that he would get better. I had no clue that he even had the hope of recovering from what he was going through. I didn’t want to lie to him. So, I only said what I meant.

“I love you, too.”


Dan made a huge mark on my heart with his name on it, and I’ll forever be grateful for just having the luck to have known him. I fell so deep for him in a matter of weeks and I never even knew it was possible to be so vehement towards a human being who needed so much more than just medical care.

Two weeks after dropping the big L word on each other, he passed peacefully in his bed while playing Mario Kart. It seemed he had just finished his last round as he still came 1st in the game.

I couldn’t bring myself to the funeral, as I would just hate myself immensely afterward. The pain was too much, and it was also the first time I hated my job. Life not only screwed Dan over, but when it came to his death, it fucked me up too.

I began to reflect back on all my weeks with him and came to the realization that after I yelled at him to speak to me, he was always the one who initiated conversation with me. He wanted me to talk to him. He wanted me to listen to him.

So many nights, he begged me to stay with him because I was the only one who bothered to understand him. This made me believe that Dan just wanted to be.

Once he left, I went back in the room we spent so many weeks in and started cleaning up and organizing everything so that it was ready for the next patient.

I left that day with a simple box of cards and a piece of paper in my hand with messily written letters on it.

thanks for talking to me! see you when I’m better so we can fulfill that one thing i asked you about.

- yours truly

The Journal Part 1 - Hanbin One Shot


Genre: Angst and Fluff
Word Count : 1621 words
Pairing: Kim Hanbin (iKON) x Reader
Summary: When Hanbin wants his girlfriend to be selfish and thinks of herself for once and not only him. 

Originally posted by chocolatechanu

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anonymous asked:

I'm in my early twenties and still unmarried, how can I stop myself from feeling hopeless about the situation? :(

Why would you feel hopeless? Are we not all sooooo blessed? We all have some family around us. We have good health. We are privileged and by the fact you’re using tumblr I can assume are living in a safe country with internet access and a computer. So you and I are basically living the life of the elite in this world. 

You need to change your perspective. I hate to put myself on the spot and making it personal but I will in hope of helping you: I’m a few years older than you even and I’m single. Shouldn’t I be more hopeless than you since I’m older? But I’m not. I have a bunch of friends who are even older than me and are single. Marriage isn’t your goal in life. Marriage is a means. Marriage isn’t what disney portrays to you that you’ll live happily ever after. No actually, when you get married you’ll have a lot of ups and downs and the reason marriage is good for your deen is because it will make you realize your shortcomings and you can potentially change and improve. See marriage as a tool that you want ONLY because God wants it. Not because you want it out of your own desire and fantasy. If Allah doesn’t want it right now, it’s for our greater good. We submit. We just make dua and ask Him to take care of the rest. 

Before you were born God made a house warm and safe ready for you. He had your parents prepared with all that food and clothes and a great environment for you to be raised. He gave you all you have now. He let you go to school and become educated. He planned all your life and all it’s details and then are you telling me when you turn 28, God is going to pause and say, “oops my bad, I TOTALLY forgot to create them a spouse!!!”. Absolutely not. It’s our view of Allah that is problematic. Allah is the best of planners. He hasn’t forgotten any of us. It’s so easy for Him in any second to send you your spouse. But He hasn’t yet. Why? there is a greater good in it and you need to be content and submit that whenever the right time will come, He will send you that person. It might be when you’re 35, so be it. Live your life in servitude of God meanwhile. My friend Umema died a month ago in a car accident and she was 25 and single. If any of us knew we were going to die tomorrow, would we be wasting so much time worrying and grieving why we are single?!

We always focus on that one thing missing in our life. That one thing. Well guess what, there will always be that one thing we won’t have. We are so ungrateful and forget the the billions of other things we have in our lives. If we don’t change our perspective this cycle is endless. You’ll end up getting married and then be upset why you dont have kids or aren’t getting pregnant or why you only are giving births to all girls or all boys. Then if God grants you kids, you’ll find another reason in life to be hopeless and feel like you’re not happy. You’ll be unhappy why your husband doesn’t buy an expensive house or spend more money, why doesn’t your mother in law speak nicer to you, etc etc. 

You’ll watch a lot of your friends get married one by one. Be happy for them. Celebrate with them and pray for them. Don’t lose hope or compare. Marriage has no correlation with how pretty, or how skinny, or how wealthy, or how healthy you are. It’s Allah’s will. Some of the prettiest girls are single while some girls who have major illnesses get married. None of these are factors. The one factor in this equation is Allah’s will. He has all the potential single guys and girls in stock in His store. He decides when to take you off the shelf and give you to your spouse. While you’re in that waiting room, be grateful you even made it there. That you’re alive. That God even created you in the first place to know Him and worship Him. You could have been a flower, an animal, a rock, anything and He chose you to be a human who can reach to a level higher than angels. 

I lost my brother a year ago. I realized that for the longest time all that all I was focused on was how sad it is that I’ve literally lost my best friend, the person I was so close to, and I can never ever see him again till I go to the other world. Did it suck? yes. But why? because my perspective sucked. I was making myself suffer. Now change the lense: I want to think positive and thank Allah for even giving me a brother for 20 years. I’m grateful I had that experience. God could have never given me a brother and He did. Shouldn’t I be grateful? Shouldn’t I feel so blessed that God gave me this experience that many people don’t get to taste and I’m so unworthy of it. Even the death and departure experience is so wonderful. If I look at it from the lense of being grateful then it doesn’t suck. Then I don’t feel depressed. Then I’m just in awe of God and want to love Him more and just thank Him for planning my life and writing the script however he wants and I’ll try to be content with it. 

Lastly, I told this to one of my friends and she told me it helped her so I’ll mention it to you here. The date of your marriage is destined and written by Allah. It can be in 6 months, in can be in 3 weeks, it can be in 2 years, or 10 years. Whatever it is, it’s written. Now, if you know that date exist out there and it’s going to come … won’t you be so ashamed to Allah when that date comes eventually and you’ll be looking back how depressed and how upset you were, wasting so many years of your life being ungrateful for being single? You will be and so will many of us. It’s going to come and you dont want to look back thinking you wasted the prime and precious years of your life being upset over it. We will be sooo ashamed of God why we lived miserable lives for that time period. Think about how that date is written and is going to come. It will, I promise you. You do your duty towards Allah and be a good muslim and Allah will provide you a spouse, a good life, rizg and much more from places you would never imagine. 

Have patience. Pray to Allah. Use this time right now to build your connection with Him. Serve your parents as much as you can. They are your doors to heaven and when you get married you can’t serve them as much as you can right now. Utilize this time and you’ll see Allah’s hand working in your life and making your story beautiful. Whether it’s filled with death, pain, loss, or even a divorce - the story is wonderful because God wrote it and wanted it to be that way.

Apologies for the long answer. I think it’s a dillema many Muslims are facing and so I wanted to give an elaborate response perhaps it will help one person out there. 

Finding Out Your Pregnant- Part 2 (Luke Hemmings Imagine)

Part 1

“We can’t have a baby right now. We’re way too young!” Y/N said and I nod my head, agreeing.

“So what do you want to do?”

She puts her face in her hands. “I don’t know.”

I nod but there are a million thoughts going through my mind. The one thought that stands out to me is that we can’t get rid of this baby. It’ll be hard but we can defiantly raise it.

I scoot closer to her and wrap my arm around her shoulder pulling her against me.

“Y/N?” I ask.


“You know there’s no one else that I would want to have a baby with, right?”

She tilted her head up, meeting my gaze.


“Yes, really,” I said, giving her a playful shove on the shoulder.


“I don’t want you to go,” Y/N said quietly, while we were laying on the couch.

“I don’t want to either but I have too. It’s my job,” I told her and she nodded, rubbing her hand on her growing stomach.

I rested my hand on her’s and pulled her against me, doing my best to comfort her.

“It’s only for two months and then when I get back, the baby will be here not long after,” I said and again she nodded but this time, wiped a tear from her cheek.

“You can come to the airport tomorrow, ya know,” I said and she shook her head.

“The fans are gonna find out at some point…..” I added. “You’re not even showing that much. Just wear a loose fitting shirt.”

“I think I’ll pass,” she whispered and turned her attention back to the tv show.

I nodded my head and remained silent. I still hadn’t told management and was afraid how they would react. We had told a handful of people but they had been under strick orders not to say anything. Y/N was worried about how fans would react especially since we weren’t even together. Although I was more than thrilled to be having a baby with my best friend rather than a one night stand I was also worried about how the fans would treat her.



It had been exactly a month since Luke had left and you had been miserable. Your stomach was starting to get big, making it almost impossible to bend over and you felt like you were uncomfortable all the time. Nighttime was always the worst. Thats when the baby was kicking and moving making it impossible to sleep. Lately you had been sleeping during the day messing up your entire schedule.

You were sound asleep when the sound of your phone ringing woke you up. You reached behind you and blindly searched for your phone on your nightstand. You glanced at the caller i.d. seeing that it was best friend, Y/F/N.  

“Hello?” you said, still half asleep.

“Y/N! Have you gotten online today?” she asked, practically shouting.

“No, why?” you asked, now fully alert.

You reached across the bed to grab your computer and turned it on.

“Go to google and type Lukes name in,” she instructed.

You did as you were told and within a few seconds there were thousands of articles about Luke in front of you. However, the very top on caught your sight: LUKE HEMMINGS TO BE A FATHER.

“No no no no no no no no! How did this happen?” you practically shouted. You hung up the phone not even bothering to say good bye and threw it down on your bed.

Clicking on the first article, you quickly skimmed it.

Luke Hemmings, the lead singer of 5 Seconds of Summer, is going to be a dad. A source close to Luke has stated that Luke’s best friend, Y/N Y/L/N is indeed pregnant with the singers baby.

“Although it wasn’t planned they’re both really excited to be parents,” the source told us.

You skimmed a few other articles all of them saying practically the same thing before logging into to tumblr. Your name was all over your dashboard along pictures of you, from your grocery shopping trip this week. You had worn a large t shirt and a comfortable pair of leggings, not caring at the time how you had looked. The t shirt did little to cover your growing bump and it was fairly evident under your shirt.

You were six months pregnant and hadn’t really begun to show until about a month ago. You had done well at hiding the bump when you went out in public but now it seemed as if that was no longer an issue.

Looking over at the clock, you decided on whether or not to call Luke even though he would probably be sleeping. Picking your phone up, you called Luke. His phone went straight to voicemail but you decided against leaving one, instead opting to keep calling him, hoping he would eventually pick up.

Lukes POV

Reaching over I picked up my phone from the bedside table. Realizing it was dead, I quickly plugged it in and waited for it to turn on.

Within a minute of turning it on, I saw that I had 6 missed calls from Y/N. Without checking to see if I had any voicemails from her, I called her back and she picked up on the third ring.

“Luke!” she yelled.

“Y/N! What’s wrong?”

“They know! Everyone knows! It’s all over the internet! They know I’m pregnant!” She yelled, before bursting into tears.

take my whole life, too–a 6.6k-word reaction to all those spoilers (the ones up through 6.04 + a bit of 6.05) - takes place approximately around 6.06/6.07 given there aren’t any significant time jumps.

a warning, I suppose, for a Kurt/Dave scene.

He hears Rachel long before he sees her.


Kurt sighs, continues to organize the sheet music they’ll be handing out in rehearsal today. He knows what’s coming; he’s not looking forward to it, but it was inevitable, really, that she’d find out. Rachel marches into the choir room and Kurt doesn’t bother acknowledging her seeing as she’s going to speak either way.

“Kurt, I just heard a very interesting tidbit about your personal life.”

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Last chance-Jack Gilinsky imagine

I’ve been a fangirl for awhile, I have a couple fanfics going, but I thought I’d try my hand at imagines. Let’s see how this goes.

Jack G’s POV

I’ve been best friends with Johnson, Sammy, and Y/N my whole life. We met on the first day of kindergarten. Jack and I bonded immediately over our shared name and then we met Sammy, with Y/N in tow. They were neighbors, completely inseparable, just like Johnson and I. I knew, even then that we were all meant to find each other. The four of us have been best friends ever since, almost siblings. We spend more time at each other’s houses than our own. Other friends have come and gone. Y/N has some girl friends, but none of them compare to Sam, Johnson, and I. Over the years we’ve accumulated countless group costumes for Halloween and 12 first day of school pictures. Tomorrow, tomorrow will be our last. It’s our last day together before we leave for separate colleges. It wasn’t the plan, we had all planned to go to the same school and take whatever city it was in by storm, the four of us against the world, but it didn’t work. Y/N wanted to go to school in Boston, Johnson and I are moving to California for ours, and Sam’s staying in Omaha; he and Nate, some guy he met on the internet, are staying to work on their music. I can’t believe I have to start a new life without them, I never thought I’d have to; I know I’ll be with Johnson, but it’s not the same. Especially without Y/N. We’ve spent so much time together over the years. We’ve all been so close, but her…I knew I loved her as soon as Sammy brought her over to meet us on the first day of kindergarten. She had on a cute blue sundress with yellow flowers and a green bow in her hair, the exact same color of her eyes. She was special, back then I didn’t know how special she’d be to me. As we grew up though, I figured it out, we were meant to be together; I loved her. Johnson and Sam had many girlfriends and, well one night stands over the years, but I only had eyes for Y/N. I tried to date other girls, but I soon realized that it wouldn’t work when I loved her. She had a couple boyfriends, but the three of us got to be a little to intimidating for perspective boyfriends to deal with. She thinks of us as her older brothers, I’m sure of it. I’d feel better about leaving tomorrow if I knew where we stood. I’ve been trying to shut out these feelings so our friendship wouldn’t suffer. Johnson knows, but we’ve been trying to avoid telling Sammy, he’s so close with Y/N, we just didn’t want him to accidentally let it slip. Johnson says I should tell her today before I miss my last chance. Suddenly, my phone starts ringing, my screen shows Y/N duck facing, clearly she’s calling me. I pick up, “Y/N? Where are you?” While I’m on the phone, Sam and Johnson are taking useless selfies. “Gilinsky, I’m on my way, but is it ok if I bring someone today?” I look over at them and stick my tongue out at the camera. Despite my funny facial expression, my heart is sinking in my chest. “Yeah Y/N, bring whoever you want.” I sigh completely defeated…I need to talk to Johnson. I turn back to the boys, hoping I’ll be able to get a word in with Johnson before Y/N shows, but I realize they’re done taking pictures and she’s here. She walks towards us in a gorgeous red dress and I wish with all my heart in that moment that she was walking to me and that I could hold her to me and kiss her lips, but then I see who’s behind her.


My best friends are idiots. I love them, but they’re stupid. Considering I grew up, surrounded by them all day everyday, I suppose I had a crush on each of them at some point, Sammy was first, he was my first friend and we were so close, but I knew he had a type and it so wasn’t me. Johnson was the adorable one and I liked him through middle school, but he’s definitely more of a brother to me. Gilinsky though, he caught my attention freshman year and he’s had it ever since. Telling him, so not an option, we leave for different coasts tomorrow, there’s no way it would work. I’ve been spending a lot of time with this guy, well, my ex, Cameron lately, I’ve been using him as a distraction actually, and I’m hoping Gilinsky won’t hate me for inviting him to our last party. I call him, asking if I can bring someone and his reply breaks my heart a little, “Yeah Y/N, bring whoever you want.” There’s an emotion there I can’t place, but I really just wanted him to say no, because it’s our last night together and it should be the four of us and the people we care about…but he lets me bring Cameron, completely unknowingly. Cameron is my ex, we broke up once he realized my heart wasn’t completely his, but now we’re both going to schools in Boston and I figure, why not give it another shot? Jack will be all the way in California after all. As I walk down the hill in Gilinsky’s backyard, I see my three favorite people in the whole world standing there. I tear up a little because I love these three boys so much and tomorrow we’re all going to be separated (except the jacks, because let’s face it, there’s no keeping those two apart) and I can’t stand it. It’s always been the four of us and now it won’t anymore. It’s just that simple. I hug each of them and then they all surround me in a huge hug. “Guys, I need to breathe!” Sam immediately answers with, “Nah Y/N, you’re staying right where you are, oxygen isn’t an option right now.” The other two agree with a synchronised nod. I sneak my way out anyway, right between the two Jacks. All three boys make puppy dog eyes at me and I say, “I still love you, now I have to go to talk to the parents.” They all let me go and start mingling as well, but I do notice that Gilinsky’s eyes stay fixed on Cameron.

Jack G’s POV

Of all her exes, Cameron was always my least favorite. There was just something off about him. I suppose death glaring him all night could be taken the wrong way…I turn to Johnson, “Bro, can we talk for a sec? Somewhere..else?” He looks confused, but I flick my eyes toward Y/N and back and he gets what I mean immediately. Jack mindreading powers. Or just best friends for years, but whatever. We go into the house to “help with dinner,” but as soon as we’re out of earshot I growl out of frustration and punch a pillow on my couch. “Dude, the pillow didn’t do anything, give it a break.” Johnson’s always been funny, I’ll give him that. “Ha ha. What can I do? Cameron? Of all the people she could’ve chosen, why him? THIS SUCKS!” I hit a different pillow. “Hey, she doesn’t know how you feel, bro. She has the right to date whoever she wants. If you’re this upset though…we really shouldn’t leave without you telling her. She deserves to know how you feel.” As soon as the words are out of his mouth I look over at him. “Really? Is that a good idea?” “Of course it is, look at you, you’re hitting innocent pillows, you need to be stopped. Actually though, you’ve been in love with her forever and she deserves to know it before you’re on completely different sides of the country. It’s your last chance, man.” Johnson is always right. That’s so unfair. I know what had to be done. “Alright, I’ll tell her, but when she thinks I’m weird and I ruin our friendship, it’s on you.” “I’m not worried, but I’ll take responsibility for this outcome, not matter what,” Johnson says. “Ok…but did we come in here for something? Like is my mom going to kill me if I go out there empty handed…?” “Get the serving spoons for salad, don’t wanna disappoint Mama Gilinsky.” “Riiiiight.” I say, then I go to the kitchen, grab the spoons off the counter and bring them outside. Johnson follows close behind. After I hand the spoons to my mom I immediately begin my search for Y/N, as Johnson, being the suck up, asks if there’s anything else he can help with. As I spot Y/N I try to figure out the best way to tell her everything I’ve been feeling for the last 13 years. I walk over and put my arm around her shoulders, completely disregarding Cameron, and say, “Heeeey, can we talk for a sec?” She rolls her eyes at me and answers, “I suppose, what’s up?” As much as I just want to get it all of my chest this second I say, “Uhh…somewhere quiet maybe, with less people?” I try not to look nervous, but let’s face it, at this point my heart is beating out of my chest and my thoughts are spinning with all the pent up feelings I have. “Sure Gilinsky, but if you’re taking me somewhere private just to burp in my face, I will kill you.” God, she looks cute when she’s fake threatening me. Ok, focus. “That’s not what this is, I promise. And for the record, that was once and I was eight. You have to learn to trust, also to let things go.” She smiles at my response and follows me to my gazebo. We’ve spent countless summer nights on here, with Johnson and Sammy. I sit on one of the benches that run along the wall and she sits next to me. I rub my hands on my pant legs and then one through my hair. Y/N looks at me, her face full of concern. “Gilinsky…what’s going on? I’ve never ever seen you this nervous. Did something happen? Are you going to tell me that some girl hates me and I can’t be your friend anymore? Are you going to a different country instead of just to the other coas-” “Y/N! This is hard enough as it is. Shut up for a sec.” That makes her quiet. I take a deep breath and then the words just fall out of my mouth. “So there’s this girl, she’s super adorable and kind and smart. She’s beautiful, her eyes, her hair, her everything. She lights up a room when she walks in and you can’t keep your eyes off her, she’s that beautiful. She argues with you adamantly for hours, even if she’s wrong. She’s passionate and caring, if she loves you, she’ll do anything for you. When she smiles the world stops, I swear that smile is magic. Her laugh is music, I could listen to it all day. She’s so funny, she cracks herself up sometimes. I wish I could just call her mine. I wish she would love me they way I love her, but I don’t think she ever will.” I stop and hope she realises, by the look on my face that it’s her, but she’s looking at her hands.


“I don’t think she ever will.” His words keep echoing in my ears, breaking my heart over and over. I can’t help but wish he means me. I fiddle with my hands and keep my eyes on my fingers, so I won’t cry in front of Jack. “Well she sounds amazing, Jack. Just tell her how you feel, there’s no way any girl would pass up loving you, especially if you feel that way about her. She must be really special. She’s lucky you love her that much.” It’s all the advice I can muster. My heart aches so much, I knew he’d never feel that way about me, but I never imagined I’d have to hear this about another girl. I sigh and keep my eyes on my hands. Then I hear, “Y/N, look at me, please?” There’s something soft in his voice, like he knows something I don’t.

Jack G’s POV

I don’t know why she won’t look at me, is it really that far fetched that I could feel this way about someone? I really hope she knows I wouldn’t tell her this if it wasn’t her. I’m dying to tell her, but it’s just so hard; a 13 year friendship is on the line here. I take a deep breath and know that I have to say it now, or I never will. “Y/N, look at me, please?” She slowly turns her head up towards me, she looks like she’s about to cry. “Y/N, could you pass up loving me?” I hope that she’ll get what I’m asking by the way I used her words from just moments before. She doesn’t seem to notice though, as her expression changes from hurt to confusion. “Jack, that’s a dumb question I’ve loved you for years, you’ve been my best friend since kindergarten.” I sigh. Right. Best friends. Well, not anymore. “Y/N, I’m in love with you, ok? I have been since the day Sammy introduced me to the girl in the blue dress with the yellow flowers. And I wanted you to know, because tomorrow there’ll be a whole country between us and I couldn’t let that happen without you knowing that I felt this way.” She looks at me with an expression I can’t place, but she stays silent, I can hear my heart beating so hard. “Come on, you have to say something. I’m freaking out.” If she doesn’t say something my heart is going to fly out of my chest. I’m so nervous. “I…I had no idea you felt this way.” She sounds amazed. “Did you mean all those things you said?” “Of course.” How can she even ask that? “You really remember that dress?” “Yeah, and the bow in your hair matched your eyes,” I add, blushing like crazy. “I can’t believe you remember that too…Jack, I.” “What Y/N? You’re killing me. Is this friendship ruined? Am I the worst guy on this entire planet?” I stand up suddenly, I’m so nervous, I wish I knew what she was thinking right now. “ILOVEYOUTOO, idiot!” I sit, stunned for a moment. She loves me too? I’ve never been happier. I lean towards her and connect our lips, kissing her is more amazing than I could ever imagine. She pulls away and says, “I love you Jack Gilinsky.” “I love you too, Y/F/N. Always have, always will.” I pull her back towards the party, with the biggest smile on my face. I love her. She loves me. That’s all I need. Even if there’s a world between us, nothing else matters.

Starters are hard. These days, you can’t just write “Hi” or “Hello” and expect to get some interesting replies, if any at all. It’s important to give roleplayers something to respond to! Here’s a list of 155 starters suited for Harry Potter roleplays. Don’t be afraid to edit any of these to suit your character. These are mainly just ideas to get your brain rolling. FYI, Not all of these are mine. I found about half through google or on tumblr gifsets! Please like/reblog if you use!

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Rule 47

Previous part can be found here

Thanks to yourenotascoolasyouthink for making sure these are all real words.

Part Seven.

“There has to be. We can’t be the first ones.” Hannah agrees, knowing full well that there just might be. But the last thing that either of them need right now is false hope. And so she keeps her mouth shut, because she’s got next to no helpful information for either of them.

Give it some time.

“Let’s do it then.” Grace blurts out, determination sparkling from her eyes.

“Do what?”

“Let’s have a baby.”

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MMFD fic: “Awake?” Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: For something so silly and so short, this took me ages to get to. There’s one more part coming up, maybe, at some point, perhaps. There’s just no way of knowing. 

However, there’s no doubt about my gratitude to madfatty!

Awake?” - Part 3

“Oh, no no no.” Finn throws his body back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The laptop holding all the evidence of the night before is still in his lap.

Oh no. What are you thinking, Finn? You can’t be havin’ thoughts like that. She’s a mate. You don’t think about your mates like that. It’d be like waking up one day suddenly realizing you fancied Archie. Ridiculous, really.

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