no but they wrecked each other in the best way

Lost || Oneshot

Originally posted by fyeahwonhui

Genre: Angst—> Fluff

Wonwoo x reader

You regret your actions towards those you have lost. 

He walked down the streets of Seoul late at night, he took in his surroundings or at least what he could see past his mask and cap. He saw couples, a lot of them, some of them with their children, some of them holding each other tight with smiles on their face. He remembered how good you were with children, his heart ached but he couldn’t help but feel joy at the memory of you. He was unhappy seeing the couples they reminded him too much of his better, happier self. He was supposed to be happy. He should be happy, was what they told him. He had it all the fame, money and the adoration of thousands of people. What more could he possibly want? But it wasn’t like that for him, he wasn’t one to prefer material things over those he cared for.

He couldn’t be happy because he didn’t have you anymore.

Don’t dwell on your past was what they told him when he would relapse to his saddened state; and hear your voice call out his name or your figure in the morning sunrise. Or when your favorite song would play as he listened to music. Too much reminded him of you, especially during his walk tonight. He couldn’t handle it tonight, he promised himself he would keep his composure. They usually never let him go out at night by himself because that’s when he would feel you the most. And tonight of all nights it was especially difficult for the twelve boys to be convinced to let him go, but they understood he might need some alone time when they saw the redness and dark circles under his eyes; so they let him. He scrolled through his phone looking at pictures of you, pictures that he couldn’t bring himself to delete even if he had told the boys he did because he had to erase every trace of you.

He couldn’t forget you. No matter how much he told others he did because in all honesty he wasn’t trying to forget you, he was trying to cling onto the memory of you. It was sad really, he had always been quiet and he often kept to himself but it never was to this extent, he was a lively person and his laugh was music to people’s ears. But it was all gone, any trace of the happy person he once was. When you left so did his happiness, his emotions, any ability he had to keep from being quiet. He stopped reading too, he hadn’t touched a single book in three months, he couldn’t bring himself to do so and escape to a made up world because that world wouldn’t be filled with you.

He continued walking, one hand in his long pea coat that kept his body somewhat warm and one hand on his phone. He walked through the busy streets of Myeongdong, your favorite place to go to in Seoul, as he readjusted the glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose so he could focus on where he was going. He smiled as he saw what he was looking for and where he was heading to, it was a favorite coffee shop of yours. He looks into the window of the cafe and the owner smiles at him, she felt bad for the heartbroken boy so she’d give him a free coffee here and there. He hadn’t really liked that place before but he learned to adore that place after you, he found himself heading in there quite often to fill his emptiness with anything that reminded him of you, you who was miles away. The bell on the door of the cafe rang as he entered, he sat at the same back table you always dragged him to sit at. He placed his phone down and took off his coat and glasses, before he could get up to order your regular order the owner placed two cups and a small red velvet cake at the end of the table.

He smiled up at the older women, that reminded him of his mother, “Thank you m'am, how much do I owe you?”

“Nothing son, you’ve been coming here mostly every day for the past three months. It’s on the house.” She smiled warmly at the boy who seemed to be on the verge of falling apart any minute.

“Thank you.” He said bowing his head slightly. It was scary to see him like that, the once joy filled boy whose smile could light up the world(as you’d like to say), no longer smile because he lost his world.

Three months. It had been three months since he lost you and it was all his fault because he let you. Three months since he heard your voice or saw your soft complexion that made his heart skip a beat. He let you go and he was in a pit of despair, all fraile and weak. Heartbroken would be an understatement, he was nothing without you, he couldn’t live without you. He didn’t want this feeling, he thought he would’ve have felt less alone than he did when he was with you but he was wrong. You were always the one who feared how wrecked you’d end up when it ended, he promised it would never happen, it wasn’t true though because here he was three months after it all ended feeling completely destroyed and lost beyond compare.

You? You were fine he assumed, you didn’t say much when it was done you stayed quiet, nodded your head, collected your things and left. It was odd because you were so heartbroken you wanted to yell, you wanted to scream, you wanted to sob uncontrollably; but you couldn’t. You were always strong in your emotions when it came time to show them because you hardly did. You left god knows where; he texted, he called trying to tell you he took back what he told you that rainy night. But you didn’t pick up, you never saw any of his messages: you didn’t want to. You left them untouched as you tried to forget. Tried to forget how he broke your heart when he promised he would never.

You thought you wouldn’t return but here you were, back in Korea after three months at home, trying to heal and find yourself after being so lost. It wasn’t until tonight that you opened all those voicemails and texts from him and from the twelve boys, telling you to come back, that it was all a mistake. Even Mingyu who wasn’t that close to you because he was jealous over all the attention his best friend was giving you, found himself standing at your door a couple of days after it happened begging you and constantly ringing your phone so you would come back because Wonwoo was so screwed up, he had lost any sense of being.

Y/N I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking…
I thought I was doing it for you, but god am I wrecked…
Im sorry. I can’t live without you…
Pick up the phone Y/N…
Why won’t you open the door? I’m ringing your doorbell…
Why are there stacks of newspapers on your front porch? Where did you go? Don’t leave me…
It’s been a month Y/N. I take that shit back, I’d rather us not see each other everyday but be together than be nothing at all…
Y/N please…
Two months today, I lost 7 kg, the boys are worried they want you to come back too, come back to me…
Y/N I’m heading to your favorite coffee shop again, the owner keeps asking about you. She named a drink after you, you know. She says your the brightest person she’s met. She’s not wrong…
Please Y/N I’m lost without you…
I don’t want this feeling. Where are you? Come back baby…
I’ll be waiting for you, whenever you decide, the back right corner like always…

You went through voicemail after voicemail, text after text. You heard over two months worth of calls and read over hundreds of texts. You were completely shattered, why did he have to do this? He was supposed to be fine, you were the wrecked one. But he wasn’t fine and neither were you. He hurt you and made your heart ache. He had told you it’d be best if you two ended it and went your separate ways in order to find yourselves, but you couldn’t. It was just worse you didn’t know what to do but miss him more and more, more than you missed him when you wouldn’t see each other for months on end because he’d be touring in japan or some other country. You couldn’t live without each other, so tonight after three months of pain and loneliness you found yourself in the same busy streets of Myeongdong. You were thinner and you had lost the glow you carried, a dullness surrounded your form. A thick jacket was draped over your frame and a mask covered your red nose in the cold.

You had walked towards your favorite coffee shop, the same coffee shop that you had walked past three times already, you were hesitant as to whether or not you should enter. You were afraid that’s he would be in there; you were scared that the boy you loved deeply, who barely showed emotions, was completely destroyed by you. But you were also scared he wasn’t and you’d find yourself quite disappointed and saddened because a big part of you wanted to believe that he wouldn’t forget about you and move on.

“He’ll be in there Y/N. Trust me, he left by himself tonight because when he’s with us he doesn’t go in there to keep up with the ‘I’m fine’ facade. But Seungcheol has seen him in there multiple times when he goes to buy chicken for all of us and he takes longer than usual.”

His best friends voice rang in the back of your head. You swept the strand of hair that was sticking to your forehead aside and mustered all the courage you could to go in. The bell on the door rang as you walked in and the familiar scent of coffee hit you suddenly. You looked around, taking in your surroundings, until your eyes wandered to the boy with the black cap that sat at your table. He was fiddling with the mug in his hands and you couldn’t help to notice a mug in front of him and your favorite pastry beside him. You decided to walk toward the boy as an indescribable amount of emotions and thoughts flooded your head.

When he noticed a figure walk closer to where he was sitting he finally decided to look up. He figured it was his mind playing games with him when he first saw you so he didn’t have much of a reaction. It wasn’t until he heard his name escape your lips did he believe you weren’t an allusion. He reached out to touch your arm, you were here after three months. He stood up, the chair he sat at scraping on the floor as he pushed himself off rapidly, and engulfed you in his arms.

“Y/N…” you heard his voice crack.
“I know…I know.” You replied.
He took you all in, your scent filled his nose and he was in a euphoric state. Tears slid down your cheek as you felt the warmness of his body, you were home.
“I’m sorry.  I regret it all since that day.”
“Wonwoo…” you began sobbing quietly as he rubbed circles on your back.      “I was so lost without you, I’ve missed you Wonwoo.”                                         “I never want to lose you again, Y/N. I can’t live without you.”

So you two stood there in each others arms after months of being lost, you were both finally found.

Authors Note: Something i wrote on the quicks, hope you enjoyed it. Btw make sure to send in your requests!

Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 1

Pairing: Chris x OC

Requested by anon. I turned this into an OC thing because I’m trying to distance myself from the reader inserts. But you can just overlook the first name and simply imagine it’s you. I will probably physically describe OC at some point, since you requested she’s William’s sister, I figured they’d look alike.

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: From now on I won’t be able to spend my entire days writing like I did with Play Me, so to make sure you won’t have to wait too long between each chapter I decided to write short chapters (yes, Yours Truly has finally decided to become a reasonable person) Enjoy this little foretaste!


>>> Part 2

Other Chris x OC fic: Play Me

Some things are simply not meant to be. Even when people maximized their chances by doing everything in their power to achieve their goal, it wasn’t always enough. Like in this maddening scene in Titanic where Jack can’t get on the floating door, and after everything he has gone through to be with Rose, he just dies. Well, maybe this was a little bit dramatic, chances are you won’t die in real life, you will just be really, really frustrated because all your efforts are thrown into the trash. But she was drifting from the subject.

Somehow, Mara’s brother had befriended the one guy who was simultaneously the absolute worst and the best thing that has ever happened to her. William and Chris were inseparable friends since- since always. As far as her memory goes, Chris has always been in their lives. He was like family to a certain extent – and that was precisely her problem.

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that-sleeping-walkyrie  asked:

Captain rescue to save you from the "woah awkwarddddd" !! Please enemy-to-lovers ? Or friends-to-lovers? Or whatever you liked ? Please senpai give me anything ? (I swear I'll do the ZoSan rec list) . You can even rec me some Malec, I won't complain ;)


Drarry friends-to-lovers fic recs

All Must Draw Near by Sara’s Girl (61k)
Harry doesn’t have time for rumours; he has a shop to run. Which is just as well, really.
(The mother of all friends-to-lovers fics. This is beautiful, they love each other SO much, and all their friends think they’ve been dating for years.)

Countdown by dysonrules (14.5k)
When the Wizarding world is plagued by random outbreaks of Dark Magic, the Ministry assigns Curse-Breakers to assist Auror teams on their missions. Harry shouldn’t be surprised when Draco Malfoy is assigned to his team, but is Malfoy a Curse-Breaker, or a curse-bringer?
(Oh my godddd, this fic, this domestic Drarry at its best while they’re still in the friends stage–they practically live together! It is my favorite thing.)

Life skills outside the curriculum by Endrina (66k)
It was “Witch Weekly”, of all people and organizations, the first to notice and comment on The Boy Who Lived’s absence from the ranks of first years at Hogwarts. The magazine went on to elucubrate that the young hero was studying at a foreign school, possibly Beauxbatons or Holzschuhkäse.
(They grow so close and are such besties, precious sweethearts that they are.)

Crutch by AWickedMemory (11.5k)
Harry has too much to do, and Draco, too little. The solution? Hire him, of course. Who knew Draco Malfoy would be such a perfect personal assistant?
(I’ve said this before but it bears saying again: IF I COULD MARRY A FIC THIS WOULD BE IT. This is amazing, they are so so close, I am in love.)

Azoth by zeitgeistic (88k)
Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for 8th year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.
(I have such a weakness for Drarry that become friends and then become BEST FRIENDS and this is a perfect example of that, I love this fic so much.)

Good Company by Greenflares (8.2k)
With Hermione and Ron always together, Harry’s return to Hogwarts to complete his education isn’t exactly fun. Somehow, it’s his unlikely friendship with Malfoy that keeps him sane. 
(Excuse me while I weep tears of joy over the beauty that is this fic.)

Cunning and Ambition by MinaAndChao (371k WIP)
Harry Potter has found out he’s a wizard and is on his way Hogwarts. He is found by a boy on the train. Who knew one simple sentence and one simple gesture could change history?
(A Slytherin!Harry canon rewrite in which Drarry are best friends and I. just. can’t. handle. its. greatness. Long as hell but oh-so-worth your time.)

Highlands by Seefin (16k)
The tent was a joke, that was basically the only explanation he could come up with as to why the Aurors would send he and Draco on a several-month mission with only their most basic model. Once, when Harry had been on one of the big ones, the kind of mission where there was a little Auror camp out in the wilderness, twenty or so tents all pitched practically on top of each other, he had slept in one with two stories. Actually it was more of a mezzanine level, but still. Their current one didn’t even have a fucking toilet. And if Harry were allowed to communicate with anyone other than Draco then he would definitely be lodging an official complaint right about now.
(I am in love with the writing and here we have Auror partners and sharing a tent and it is just so good. Pining and chemistry and asdjhfdkjgh.)

The Full Four Seasons by ravenclawsquill (49k)
Draco Malfoy just wants a quiet life. He has a successful business, a lovely wife, and a delightfully horrible circle of friends. He’s fine. Or, he was fine until Harry Potter thundered into his life with all the subtlety of a blast-ended skrewt and turned everything on its head. Now he’s beginning to wonder if ‘fine’ is enough, after all.
(This fic wrecked me in the best way, so many feels! They were such sweethearts with their coffee ‘dates’, their affection for each other, aghh.)

Crystal Clear by ICMezzo (6.7k)
Harry customizes a snow globe. Draco listens to centaur weather reports. Ron investigates the height of Pansy’s boots. And Hermione knows even more than everything, as usual. (No one signs up for the class for lactating witches.)
(I love their friendship in this so much, I can’t rec this fic enough times!)

‘If you were to listen to it, you’d probably just think I was an emotional wreck.’ For the first time, Niall seems shy and gathers himself with small pauses, ‘There’s some really personal stuff on it and then there’s some… I write the way that I could be sitting on a train, and see a couple talking to each other and I’d think of a concept around the way that they look at each other or whatever. I don’t write all the time from personal experience, sometimes I have concepts.’ He’s anxious that perhaps he’s used 'his best concepts or stories on songs that were actually crap in the end.’ …For a man so adored and so blindingly good at what he does, he’s modest as anything.
—  niall for tmrw
You don’t own me part 8

Originally posted by the-a-team-baekhyun


“Don’t stop”, you said quickly and opened your eyes. The both of you stared at each other before you quietly picked up his hands and put them back on your shoulders.

“Please continue.”

Word count: 1648 // Short. I know. I’m sorry.

Warnings: Angst. Not too hard but I cried for some reason.

Author’s note: So I do have to admit that I’m not really satisfied with the lastest part but I guess it was okay. I’m currently so looking forward to the end of the story not because I dislike writing it but I’m hoping to wreck all of you in the very best way. Does this sound strange? Well I don’t know how many parts are there to come till you can finally enjoy the grand finale but I hope you’ll stick with my pathetic ass till then :)

Lovelies ♥: @vicassa @byunbunniess@dont-hyuck @httpwyf @jookyunhoe @i-am-a-death-dealer @byunshim @galaxy99love @imbaekhyunstrash @holymolydrrad @shesdreaminginoverdose @roamingsalad –> hope I could clear your confusion properly? :D

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36# Soft Klance of the Day: So through visits of diverse planets and space mall the Voltron team acquires a new way to distract themselves: Videogames. Both human and alien ones.
Lance is quite found of them so he starts spending a lot of time playing, not wanting to sacrifice their time together Keith ends up joining him on the couch, half on top of Lance while lazily staring at the screen.
Sometimes he convinces Keith to play against him. Keith is so awful he almost gives up out of frustration, though Lance smirks about winning he is a patient teacher.
Then team games start becoming a thing.
It’s pretty funny to everyone at first, to see the power couple working badly with each other again. “I told you to look to your left!"Keith shouts. "Yeah but then you would have died!” Lance is shouting back. Lance gets the bad habit of sacrificing himself to keep Keith character alive.
Then it stops being funny, because they actually learn to work together, to the point where they don’t even speak, which honestly the others find kind of creepy. They also wreck completely the game and no one is able to beat them.
Pidge gets especially pissed off and hacks the game, increasing the difficulty. They grin to each other as they decide to take on the challenge.


GUYS!! HI HELLO!!! I have an amazing post for you today! I recently received a copy of A MAP FOR WRECKED GIRLS by Jessica Taylor and absolutely devoured it! I had been looking forward to this book since early this year, after a member of my book club linked me to the summary on goodreads!! It was so magical and lush and full of everything I have ever needed and I am so happy that everyone gets to experience it!

That being said, I knew I had to be part of the blog tour! Immediately after agreeing to do it, I decided that I wanted a playlist from the author! Learning what songs inspire certain books has always been intriguing to me so this is one of my favorite features to have on the blog. Out of the many playlists, I can say with assurance that THIS is my favorite book play list of all time. Not only does it make me love AMFWG even more but it also kind of makes me want to be best friends with the author, Jessica. (JESS IF UR READING THIS, ILY LETS BE FRIENDS, OKAY? I MET JACK ANTONOFF ONCE SO BASICALLY WE ARE ALL THREE BESTIES) 

Anyway, I have added all of the songs from the playlist to a Spotify Playlist, which you can listen to here.

Check out Jessica’s song choices and reasoning below!!!

From the author:

Some writers start with plot. Some start with character. For me, all my stories begin with a few images and songs forming flashes of incomplete stories in my head. As I struggled to fill in those gaps and write what eventually became A Map for Wrecked Girls, it was always music I returned to for inspiration.

1. In Undertow – Alvvays

The whole of Alvvays’ sophomore album is perfect writing music, but I love this song in particular. The opening of the song works for Emma, the protagonist of AMFWG, on more than one level—“You find a wave and try to hold on for as long as you can. You made a mistake you’d like to erase and I understand.” The chorus of the song also makes for an easy tie in—“There’s no turning back after what was said.”

2. Hate That You Know Me – Bleachers

I’ve been a fan of Jack Antonoff for a few years now. I love that the new Bleachers album goes to a slightly darker place than the Fun years. Hate That You Know Me is about a destroyed relationship and hating that the person you’re estranged from knows you so well. That’s the place Emma’s in for much of AMFWG.

3. Hurricane (Johnnie’s Theme) – Lord Heron

Much of Emma’s headspace is dark, but the dynamic between Alex and Emma allows for some bright spots on the island. This song was something I listened to when I wanted to let Alex and Emma explore their feelings for each other and let go of the past.

4. Carry On – Fun.  

Clearly I needed more Jack Antonoff in my life when I was writing this book. This song is a much-needed reminder to keep going no matter the obstacle.

5. The Belle of the Boulevard – Dashboard Confessional

This song always operated for me as kind of my theme song for Henri, Emma’s sister. She’s not an easy character to understand or be around, especially not for Emma, but she’s also one of my favorite kind of characters, the tragic kind. This song helped me get in touch with Henri when she was at her worst.

6. The Funeral – Band of Horses

This song was on my mind when Emma and Henri’s story first started coming together, even before I knew the island would play a part in their story. Later, the first line of this song, “I’m coming up only to hold you under,” took on a new meaning.

7. You Are a Tourist – Death Cab for Cutie

Since Henri had her own song, Emma had to have her own as well. Much of the book deals with Emma’s guilt over a betrayal. The following part always felt in line with Emma’s mistake and the feelings surrounding it:

“'Cause when you find yourself a villain,
In the story you have written
It’s plain to see
That sometimes the best intentions
Are in need of redemption
Would you agree?”

8. Taylor Swift - This Love

While I think Taylor Swift meant the romantic kind of love, I always felt that the love she speaks of—a love that was both good and bad and had to be set free—could apply to Emma and Henri.

9. Bloody Mother F*cking Assh*le – Martha Wainwright

Sometimes Henri is exactly this. When I needed Emma to get angry and stand up to Henri, this song was on repeat. A tip: if you need to relieve a little tension, I highly recommend taking a long drive and screaming these lyrics.

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anonymous asked:

Can you recommend any other tumblr's that have Sam Holland imagines???

i pulled these from off the top of my head:

@toms-accent : i l o v e each fic that kelly’s written pls check them out
@the-quackson-claxon : listen, perfect has absolutely wrecked me in the best way possible a definite must read
@hufflepuffholland : char’s writing always kills me but i love love love all of her sam fics
@webslingerholland : i cannot express how much i love their writing wow pls check them out
@mel-the-fangirl : aksondos i love her sam fics so much they give me an abundance of life tbh
@spideywritings : so far they have one sam fic and it’s a bit angsty but it’s still sooo good

i guarantee i have a bunch more but this is what i could pull out now :-) happy reading!!

Touhou Games
  • HRtP: Asshole A or Asshole B destroyed the shrine
  • SoEW: What the fuck is happening here
  • PoDD: The greatest way to kidnap someone is to start a battle royale
  • LLS: You see if you try to investigate why youkai are showing up in your house you end up in alternate worlds and that's just no good
  • MS: You think it's a demonic invasion but no, it's tourism
  • EoSD: Loli vampire wants to go outside, blots out the sun
  • PCB: Moe ghost wants to revive dead body under man eating tree, decides having snow everywhere is a good idea
  • IaMP: Loli Oni wants to throw a party. Solution? Mist. Everywhere.
  • IN: What's the best way to stop the police from catching a wanted criminal? Replacing the moon, of course.
  • PoFV: You see they look like normal flowers but when you look closely you can see that there are dead people inside the flowers because Death is a lazy shit muffin and is not doing her job
  • MoF: Slowly losing the faith of the people? Well there's one easy solution! HIJACK GENSOKYO.
  • SWR: Bored because heaven is a paradise? Alleviate that boredom by being an asshole and wrecking shit
  • SA: The best way to help your power crazy friend is to create geysers full of spirits to attract someone to come and beat the shit out of you
  • UFO: Revive Youkai Jesus pls
  • UNL: What the fuck is that shadow
  • GFW: Poor Communication Kills
  • TD: The moral of the story is ghosts only appear when shit is fucking happening like resurrections or some fucked up shit like that now would you like to become a taoist
  • HM: What's the greatest way to lift up your mood? Watch flying girls beat the SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER
  • DDC: "Oh man, I'm gonna have the weak overthrow the strong!" The kobito said as she believed the words of a liar...who she knew was a liar.
  • ISC: You see theses spellcards are supposed to be impossible to avoid but I'm a fucking cheater haha fuck you

thursday evening / 6:30pm {chapter 10 - part 4}

the sun was setting and Leila had already made her way home. Emery stuck around just as Luna had asked of her earlier. they face each other at the edge of the street, standing by the town view. 

“don’t fret, Em. you look like a nervous wreck right now,” Luna laughs. Emery plays it off and tries her best to form a smile across her face. “it’s not like i’m leaving for good. i’m just going back to school, you know?” Emery nods. 

“of course. and i’m so happy for you! i really am. it’s just, i don’t know! i’m just gonna miss you.” Emery looks down at the ground while Luna smiles at her sweetly, thinking how pure of a gem Emery is, and how she too will miss her just as much. she’s done a lot for her, in the short time they’ve known each other, and Luna will never, ever forget that. 

“hey, this isn’t a goodbye, you know that, right? i mean, well. i guess it is, but not entirely. i just wanted to tell you that i’m always a phone call away. heck, if you want me to drive down to Windenburg for you, i will. and of course i’ll be at the shop time from time to check on it when i can. you’ve become a great friend to me, Em. there are not enough words to describe how thankful i am that you pranced into my life like this, and i intend to keep you around. so smile! we’ll be in touch, okay?” 

Luna leans in for a hug, and they embrace each other tightly. Emery exhales softly and smiles to herself, feeling just as thankful for Luna. 

sometimes people come into our lives when we least expect it. oftentimes, it’s during the times we need someone the most. that is what these two had done for each other. with Luna on the whim of losing just about everything to Emery feeling lost and alone, needing some guidance. their presence reminded them both that no matter what, they’ll be okay.

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attinova  asked:

I know that you like kiribaku but! I really like the idea of Denki and Kiri being at least really close friends??? And knowing each other growing up?? So they totally have had tickle fights! And have learned all the best tickle spots to completely WRECK the other BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE THEM HAVING TO FIGHT EACH OTHER FOR CLASS AND THEY JUST START TICKLING EACH OTHER LIKE THE TWO DORKS THEY ARE

yo im like the biggest multishipper ever so i can see denki and kiri being bffs or boyfriends lmao i am open to all options 8))) 

but yES OMg. especially childhood friends where they’ve known each other for so long. denki actually used to win at tickle fights way more often when they were little because he went thru puberty before kirishima did but then all of a sudden kirishima started bulking up and then it was kaminari who always fell victim omg

and YES LMAO im just picturing like. sparring training or s/t and everyone’s all partnered up and as soon as kirishima smirks at kaminari, kaminari kNOWS THAT ITS ON and they immediately just start tickling the shit out of eachother and the students around them pause their own fights to glance at them hesitantly and aizawa just runs a hand over his face and ignores them omg

(and to everyone’s surprise, todoroki casually asks aizawa ‘is that considered fair?” and aizawa just shrugs because he doesnt give any shits and then todoroki smiles the tiniest bit and turns towards deku and deku swallows and then. giant class 1-a tickle fight between everyone ok BYE)

anonymous asked:

(1) What if first years Tanaka and Noya, after a few weeks/months of slowly building feelings, were like, “….Do you wanna experiment?” So, blushing and feeling awkward, they kiss and stuff, and it’s great, but in the end they’re like “……Nah..” and decide being best bros is better, so they go back. Cue them becoming second years, and in comes all the new first years, including Hinata who’s freaking adorable, and Noya falls HARD for him (and is teased mercilessly by Tanaka for it). Noya is

2) too scared to ask Shouyou, worrying his little kouhai will be grossed out, but Tanaka keeps pushing him (gently), trying to reassure him that that wouldn’t happen, he can tell Hinata’s more open-minded than that, and even if he doesn’t feel the same way he’d be understanding and let him down gently. (Little do they know Hinata DOES reciprocate Noya’s feelings, after all, who wouldn’t fall for such an awesome super-cool sempai? Poor small birb doesn’t understand though why his heart keeps

3) fluttering like gwaa!?.. around his upperclassman.) Eventually Noya works up the courage to ask Hinata out, and after Hina takes a moment to process all these fuwaaa! emotions he’s like “!!!! Yes!! !!” So they go on a date, and Noya’s over the moon, and he’s dressed up in his best clothes (his classiest, flashiest street-style clothes), and at the end he’s so happy he ends up kissing Hinata on the lips, and then starts freaking out because he just Stole His Kouhai’s Innocence. Hinata starts

4) freaking out because holy shit Noya just kissed him!?!? and he really liked it??? Noya starts screaming and Hina has to spend several minutes calming him and reassuring he’s not a monster, and then they hold hands the rest of the way to the station, both blushing wrecks. Anyway they then get together, and they’re all over each other soon enough. Then comes the Nekoma-Karasuno match, and Tanaka has instant bromance with Yamamoto. They start hanging out w/ each other and start crushing bad.

5) Noya teases Tanaka constantly about it but also helps wingman like Tanaka did for him before (and does as well as the other, which is not very good). But the two tough guys work things out themselves and soon their Bad Bromance has has dropped that second B. Everyone’s super happy and hang out w/each other and go on double-dates a lot. BUT THEN Tanaka starts missing Noya a little after a few months, and realizes he’s also a little jealous of him? Realizing he’s crushing on his bro AND his bf.

6) He’s not going to act on it, but Taketora’s gotten a small crush on Hinata himself, so they talk to each other honestly. They discuss having a foursome, and talk to Noya. He’s v/onboard with it (summer shirtless weather makes a man thirsty), but says they need to talk to Hinata about it. Meanwhile Hinata’s noticed their dynamic’s changed recently and understands it on some subconscious level. So when they ask him if he wants a foursome, he suggests they try poly dating instead. SO THEY DO.

7) They get a big apartment together and go on group dates and all cuddle together on a couch that’s too small but they cram together because they’re all stubborn past reason and too poor for a new couch. They watch bad tv and kiss each other, and have two beds but they constantly switch up who sleeps with who (not without arguing sometimes tbh) so they’re all happy. So yeah, TanaToraNoyaHina. (This got way too long, I’m so sorry.)

thatdorkwholikeseverything  asked:

How do the other Strilondes react to significant others?

ohh here come them bad lowkey headcanons

-dave and karkat dont really do that much pda in public apart from sometimes holding hands and the occasional kiss but if you ever come to visit them while theyre at home its basically the fucking fluff fest in there

daves lying down in karkats lap and karkat plays with daves hair while they play movies in the background but the movies are honestly barely heard when theyre staring into each others eyes and flirting and casually chatting with each other

they also have an entire manual on all the best couch sitting and cuddling positions because they basically lived on a couch in a meteor for three years (not) straight they probably found out all the best ways to sit and make as much casual contact as possible while watching a movie 

if you ever confront one alone and ask them about the other daves gonna try to hide his smile and go on about how awesome and rad his bro is and karkats going to try and hide the soft look on his face while he tries to casually say how much he loves dave but you know that never works and he ends up curled up in a happy giggling mess

-rose and kanaya would absolutely do the really cheesy and weird couple challenges! that youd find in the recesses of pinterest among grumpy cat memes but theyd just absolutely wreck it in the best way like pinterest would say “work on a puzzle together, or make your own puzzles for each other! doing something simple is always cute to do!” but then rose and kanaya are left to make jigsaws for each other and they end up making the jigsaw a picture of each others faces and well that was kinda bonding i guess but id very much prefer to kiss your face rather than this jigsaw puzzle

like snarky sassy rosemary is good but i also love the childish happy rosemary thatd probably throw a rave in the grub caves and engage in pillow slash yarn fights 

id write more but honestly thats about the extent of what i can say

Okay so concept. (Because I love queerplatonic relationships and think they need to be talked about more, and I love the idea that there’s not necessarily One Perfect Person you’re fated to end up with, and Not Quite Soulmates can have happily ever afters)

Soulmate AU. Whatever your preferred brand of soulmate AU – first words on skin, or black-and-white vision until eye contact, or soulmate timers, whatever. The important part is that people have soulmates, and they can readily identify them.

Jaune and Pyrrha are soulmates, and Ren and Nora are soulmates. This is generally known fact. They’ve got the marks, or the color vision, or the whatever to prove it. Jaune and Pyrrha get together pretty quickly once they get through the whole getting-to-know-each-other phase, and they’re happy and dating and in love, and they assume Ren and Nora are too, because they really do act like it.


Except when Jaune asks Ren how he and Nora started dating, Ren gives him this funny look and he’s just like

“We’re… not.”

“But… you’re soulmates.”

“… Yes?”

Ren doesn’t see it as a contradiction. And Jaune, Jaune just doesn’t understand, they’re literally made for each other, how could they not…

And then Pyrrha dies.

Pyrrha dies, and Jaune’s a fucking wreck. This is the other half of his soul we’re talking about; his best friend, his girlfriend, his partner. They were supposed to be together forever.

And as he’s grieving, he grows closer to Ren and Nora than ever before, because they’re grieving too, and they know what the soulmate bond is like since they have it themselves, and as he grows closer he starts to notice all the ways in which their relationship is like his with Pyrrha, and all the ways in which it isn’t. He realizes that the love between Ren and Nora is as great as what he felt for his soulmate, if not greater, since they’ve been together for years longer. He sees the way they take care of each other, the way they always think of each other first, how they know each other inside and out – how they fear what they would become if they had to lose each other, and how they admire his strength, because neither of them think they’d be able to go on. He sees their relationship and realizes that there’s nothing missing; they don’t need romance to love each other unconditionally or to be happy together, they’re still the key to each others’ souls.

And then he and Ren start falling for each other.

It’s slow and it’s awkward and it’s painful, discovering he’s still capable of feeling that way now that she’s gone. And it’s different, because he and Ren weren’t “made for each other” the same way he and Pyrrha were, or the way Ren and Nora are. There are places where they don’t fit, issues they both think could kill this thing altogether if given the chance, doubts and uncertainties they were never trained to face in a world where you never have to guess who to pick. But it’s real, and Ren feels it too, and so they sit down, first just the two of them, and then with Nora, too, and they talk, and they start piecing things together, and Ren and Jaune decide they’re going to give this thing a go. It’s not going to be perfect, but they don’t care – they’re willing to put in that extra work.

And Jaune understands, because he’s still in love with Pyrrha, and always will be. He understands that Nora comes first, that she’ll always come first; that Ren and Nora share something he can’t touch – but he doesn’t want to, because that relationship is part of Ren, a huge part of him, and Jaune couldn’t bring himself to begrudge that if he tried, not when it played (and continues to play) such a major role in shaping Ren into the person Jaune fell for in the first place.

And it ends up working, they end up staying together, and they figure it out, two non-soulmates in love, because yeah, love isn’t really a choice, but relationships are, and they’ve chosen each other, with no extra help from the universe.

And again, the universe knows what it’s doing. Pyrrha will always come first for Jaune, and Nora will always come first for Ren, but that doesn’t mean Jaune and Ren love each other any less.

And they live happily ever after, the three of them – a friendship, a romance, and queerplatonic soulmates.

The End.

A Reconnection Two Decades in the Making

At the end of June, something happened that changed my life forever in the very best way. I reconnected with my dad’s siblings.

We had not seen each other since my father died in February of 1995. Not because of any ill feelings or any sort of falling out, but simply because life is incredibly hard and cruel sometimes. HIV/AIDS destroys much more than our bodies. It wrecks entire lives, and it did just that in my family. 

After my dad died, my brother and I moved from Colorado to live with our mother’s sister in Texas. My dad’s sister lived in Utah, and his brother lived in Illinois (at the time). Both my dad’s siblings had young children, HIV/AIDS was a real monster back then, and this was a time before the Internet. It wasn’t as easy to keep in touch as it is now. We wrote letters (and my grandparents kept them all, I discovered when I met up with my family, which really touched my heart. I read through all of them.), but as time wore on, and grief and guilt (which I will get into in a moment) sunk their claws deeper and deeper in, we slowly fell out of touch.

I must preface all of this by saying that my brother and I never held any ill feelings toward our dad’s family about any of this. Things happened the way they happened, and our lives made us who we are. We like who we are. We wouldn’t necessarily change it, if that makes sense. We knew they had their reasons. We knew they lost their brother (and others as time wore on), and grief doesn’t always give us a choice in how we react. It’s an absolute bitch. They were victims as much as we were. 

I struggle to write this because if I went into all of the details, it would add up to thousands and thousands of words, and I don’t think anyone would want to read it all in a blog post. I don’t really know how to sum it all up in a short and concise way. When I write my memoirs one of these days, I’ll be able to tell the whole story, but here, I can only tell so much.

In short, as the years went by and we spoke less and less, and we didn’t see each other, the guilt built up in my dad’s family. They felt guilty they didn’t take me and my brother in – that they didn’t raise us. Guilt and grief grows and grows and becomes a monster. It negatively impacted them and their families’ lives in ways that breaks my heart.

Then, along came Facebook. For as much as I hate Facebook and the bullshit it brings most days, I have to love it because it has allowed me to connect with my family. 

Initially, I started connecting with my cousin, Shae, my dad’s brother’s daughter a few years ago. It was such a light in my life to have her in my life. We are so much alike, and she and her kids bring unbridled joy to me every single day. Through her, I was able to connect with my Uncle Bill, Aunt Rochelle (her parents), cousin Audrey (her sister), and my Aunt Monica (my dad’s sister). 

This brings me to June. 

My Uncle Bill messaged me saying that he, Rochelle, and Monica were going on a road trip, and in the process would like to swing by my area to see me and my brother. Would that be okay? After talking to my brother, of course, we decided we’d like that!

A week or so later, we saw them for the first time in twenty-plus years. It was a little bit scary but mostly amazing. 

We spent two days together laughing, hugging, telling stories, and getting to know each other. It was incredible to see these people I didn’t really know but who were so much like us. They looked so much like us, moved like us, and spoke like us. In my Uncle Bill, I simultaneously saw my dad and my brother; it was surreal but awesome in the truest sense of the word. I had almost forgotten what my dad sounded like until I heard my Uncle Bill speak. He has my dad’s hands. 

For the first time ever, I didn’t feel like I talked too much! I felt like I was among my people. I’ve been told all my life, for as long as I can remember, that I’m a motormouth, that I need to stop talking, but with my Prince family, I realized I have just been around people who didn’t talk enough. It was one of the most validating moments of my life.

Before they left, my Uncle Bill asked me if I would like to make the drive back out west with them and spend some time getting to know them. It was entirely spur of the moment and a huge deal for me as both traveling is hard on my immune system, and I don’t like to leave my house (and dog!) very often (you know this if you know me well). Especially with people I didn’t even really know. I only had one night to make my decision. Come to find out, my Aunt Rochelle and Uncle Bill bet on whether or not I’d go or not. Rochelle won, I think. Haha!

I decided to go. I packed a bag and left the next morning. We made the drive from the Houston area to New Mexico over the next couple of days. I had so much fun. 

We died laughing so many times. Especially when they kept me up snoring for a whole night, and they realized they’d spent an entire two weeks together never realizing they snored. LMAO And when we got lost trying to find a hotel, and Monica teased Bill relentlessly. 

I spent two full weeks out west with them going back and forth between New Mexico, Colorado, and Utah seeing all sorts of beautiful country, meeting my family, and getting to know my dad in ways I have never gotten to before. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to properly put the experience to words. That’s part of the reason it’s taken me months to write this post at all. 

It was a hard experience, too. For someone with PTSD, there were times I struggled. 

I had a full-on breakdown in the car in front of everyone (talk about embarrassing) during the car trip when we were talking about my mom. And I had a few nights as I tried to fall asleep when things would overwhelm me (that’s when my panic attacks typically hit me), but for the most part, things were amazing. 

Coming home has been hard, too. I feel like I’ve been on a roiling ocean of emotions since. I wouldn’t change it for the world, and I’m beyond happy we are all back in each other’s lives, but it has seemed to make the ups and downs of PTSD worse. I mean, it makes sense. I’m confronting memories and feelings I haven’t thought of in years. Stuff I have pushed back for decades. But it’s all stuff I need to confront. Stuff I’m in therapy for. Still, it’s hard. I never know what wave I’ll be riding next.

Oh, and something surreal happened when we were driving through the Rockies that I’ll never forget. 

Bill and Rochelle took me to go see the Black Canyon, and while we were going up (we went all the way up to 13k feet!), a song my dad used to love and we listened to together all of the time, “King of the Road” by Roger Miller, randomly came on the satellite radio. All of us went silent. I was so choked up I couldn’t speak for a good five minutes. The Rocky Mountains were the last place I ever was with my dad. I always knew that going back there would be emotional – special and hard – for me. That he would be there. Well, when we were coming back down the canyon, the same song played again on the radio! At this point, all of us started laughing and were like, “All right, Steve! We get it! You’re here!” It was great. 

Since coming home, my dad’s family has kept in contact with me every few days. I have felt more surrounded by love than I ever have in my entire life. Forming these relationships with my aunts has helped fill a hole in my heart that has ached and ached for ages. The hole for my mother. It’s not completely filled because no one can ever replace my mother, but it’s soothed, and I can never express how grateful I am for that. I never thought I’d have that. Ever. 

My brother has actually moved to New Mexico. He left just shy of two weeks ago. He’s working for our Uncle Bill. Bill has provided my brother with an amazing opportunity. So, not only has this changed our lives in an incredible emotional way – allowed all of us to heal – but it’s given my brother a chance for a better life financially, too. 

I miss my brother, fiercely. We are orphans who have never really been apart, but it’s for the best. We message and video chat, so it’s not so bad. I’m happy for him, and for the first time in his life, he has a male influence.

All of us, the whole Prince clan, are finally getting the chance to heal wounds that have festered for over twenty years. It’s about time. Finally, we are able to kick grief and guilt in the nuts and be happy and healthy. And it feels goddamned good.

So, I’ll wrap this epically long post up with a few photos from our reconnection and my trip out west. I love you all. Thanks for reading this far.  

This is around the last time I saw my Uncle Bill. 

Bill, Rochelle, Monica, my brother Cody, and me. 

Me and Monica. 

Me and Rochelle. I taught them about selfie angles. LOL 

Cody and Bill.

The first time I’d been in Colorado since I was about 12. 

My Aunt Rochelle and Uncle Bill took me to the beautiful library in their town of Farmington, New Mexico because what author doesn’t wanna visit the library?!

Finally meeting my cousin Shae’s kiddos, Jocelyn and Maverick, was truly a highlight of the trip and lifechanging in itself. I will write about that at a later date. 

ATL imagine where your best friend Jack falls asleep on your boobs after his show while you're reading and then the boys make fun of you and he wakes up and you kiss him and he asks you to be his gf and fluff?

Your POV

“Thank you, and goodnight!” Alex called out into the sea of screaming fangirls. I was lucky to be backstage. Not only had I been able to be backstage, but he had invited me to go on tour with him. The rest of the band hadn’t objected to it. Alex brought Lisa, Rian brought Cassadee, and Zack was off doing Zack things. One never really knew with him. I sensed he had a girlfriend with the way he always smiling at his phone. I guessed she couldn’t come along.

The guys had always teased me and Jack about getting together. We were always hanging out, doing whatever. Each time one of us would look at the other and make some weird face along with a gagging noise.

I knew Jack didn’t have feelings for me. He couldn’t, he was physically incapable. We have been best friends since high school and each chick that he had hooked up with was more of a wreck than the last. He didn’t really date. That wasn’t what he did. He had moments. Moments of women in his life. They would come and go, and to keep himself from getting hurt, he wouldn’t get attached to them.He never told me any of this of course, it’s just what I had picked up through the years.

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my thoughts and notes on the brief lookthrough I did of the Journal: (Warning: contains major spoilers for the end of the book)  In no particular order because my thoughts are pretty scattered.

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anonymous asked:

hi there, can you recommend any underrated anime you've seen this past decade (2010+)? thank you!

HELLO ANON yes yes I can! Here are 3!

1) Gin No Saji/Silver Spoon

This is by Hiromu Arakawa who wrote the super famous FMA! It could NOT be more different in terms of story though - it’s grounded and real and so, so funny…as in her classic sense of humour shines through and you fall in love with the characters just as you do with FMA. It’s about a boy who goes to farm school in Hokkaido. As much as I love FMA, there’s something so beautiful about simple stories with no fantastical element to them and this is no exception. Definitely would recommend this one.

2) Tsuritama

This is slightly bizarre but it’s so bright and sweet and summery! Very endearing and cute. Not sure it would count as underrated in the sense that it seemed to have a small following on here but definitely not as large as the likes of the big sport animes or FMA/SNK etc! The colouring is super vibrant and it’s odd but you can’t help but love everyone. The soundtrack is adorable too! Check it out on youtube.

3) Sakamichi No Apollon/Kids On The Slope

*grabs ur face* son u better sit your ass down anD WATCH THIS ANIME BECAUSE LIKE. IT IS PROBABLY?? MY FAVOURITE ANIME OF ALL TIME???!!! (k i have several favs but this one is just oh boy don’t even let me take a sec)

As in I can watch it again and again over and over and over and I fall in love with it anew every time my god it is thE MOST. BEAUTIFUL THING. I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE??!! THE OPENING MAKES ME CRYYYYY as in the opening line translates to “what should I do? I forgot what I was like before I met you,” AND UGH IF THAT IS NOT THE MOST RELEVANT THING TO THIS GODDAMN STORY IDK WHAT IS

It’s about a high school boy called Kaoru in the 60′s who moves to Kyushu and he’s smart but a bit of an outcast? He struggles to make friends yeaH TYPICAL AF but then by chance he meets Sentarou who looks like a huge-ass class delinquent but he has a literal heart of gold and they become friends and i just?? CRY?? EVERY TIME??!!? omg there’s this one scene where they get drunk on sake together and some guy remarks “oh you two need to cherish each other you guys look like such good friends, and unlike love affairs friendship is for life” and basically this anime is all about falling in love with your friends (whether platonically or romantically) and then like uGH MY GOD. FRIENDSHIP, SO MUCH FRIENDSHIP despite hard times and loneliness and chasing girls sdhjshfhgfff *froths at mouth* also the ending will absolutely wreck you in the best way possible like i have tears in my eyes even thinking about it hfsjfhsfff SO> GOOOOOOD. I GOT MY DAD TO WATCH IT TOO AND HE WAS OBSESSED. THEY R ALL MY CHILDREN this show took 20 years off my life and my heart swells 48574987598 sizes thinking about it

I have many feelings about kids on the slope! Sorry lol with anime I tend to watch the big popular ones but the 3 I’ve given you above are less so and very, very beautiful in their own right! Don’t get me wrong I love a bit of titan slaying and sakura petals and 5 minute monologues given by 16 year old boys with the bodies of 25 year olds with ridiculous rainbow hair but yes we all need a break from that sometimes. 

WHOooo this was long I apologize and sound horribly unprofessional but i have many feelings about anime and I hope you enjoy!!