now that i've calmed down a bit this can go in my

🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Record Player: HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.
Halloweens

Masterlist.

Word count: 2037

Originally posted by mednes


A/N: I honestly wrote this in an hour just because I missed writing so much and it sucks way too bad, so I’ll probably delete it again tomorrow. It’s very messy and all over the place. I don’t even know if you guys want to read anymore, haha. But whatever.

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The Chamber of Secrets, a summary
  • Dobby: Harry Potter must not go to Hogwarts!
  • Harry: The fuck are you Hogwarts4lyfe
  • Dobby: *Pudding crashes and burns worse than Snape's love life*
  • Uncle Vernon: HARRY DIDJA PUT YER NAME IN THE GOBLET AHV FYA- I mean *clears throat* NO FOOD FOR YOU BITCH WELCOME TO CONCENTRATION CAMP DURSLEY
  • Harry: fuck
  • Ron: *mass breakout*
  • Vernon: *falls out window*
  • Fred'n'George: sup
  • Mrs. Weasley: BoYs YaLl DoNe It NoW GeT yo SoRrY AsSeS oVeR HeRe- except you Harry nothing's ever your fault an btw thanks for almost getting my son killed last year
  • Ginny: *highkey stalker*
  • Floo powder: lol you thought things would go right in your life
  • Draco: *exists*
  • Harry: He'S FuCkInG Up tO SoMeThInG
  • Hagrid: *saves Harry from being raped*
  • Hermione: sup
  • Lockhart: OMG IT'S HARRY POTTER HERE TO BOOST MY HALLWAY CRED- I mean- *coughs* you have a few fans yourself, I hear- HERETAKEMYBOOKSTAKETHEMALL
  • Lucius: *is an ass*
  • Aurthur: *fights a bitch*
  • Lucius: *here have this book it's pretty and talks to you but be careful it may possess you*
  • Platform 9 3/4: *is an ass*
  • Ron: Let's just take the flying car illegally instead of just owling Hogwarts or waiting for my parents
  • Harry: k
  • Car: *eighties action music*
  • Harry: can you hear that?
  • Ron: we must be getting close!
  • Harry: hold on-
  • *music grows louder*
  • Hogwarts express with Thomas face on it: DUN DUN DUN DUUN DUN DUN, DUUUUN
  • Car: *crashes*
  • Tree: *is an ass*
  • McGonagall: Idfc just go away here have a sandwich
  • Hermione: sup
  • Shit: hello friends
  • Wall: ThE ChAmBeR Of SeCreTS HaS BeEN OPenEd EnEmIeS oF The HeiR BeWArE
  • Mrs. Norris: hanging by noose from ceiling
  • Harry Ron and Hermione: *are there*
  • Filch: Y'all killed my cat IMMA KILL YA
  • Dumbledore: Bruh you accusing the great Harry Potter?!? If it was anyone else I wouldn't care but since it's Harry SHUT UP
  • Malfoy: *is a slithery Slytherin*
  • Harry: He's the heir
  • Hermione: *starts making potion*
  • Myrtle: *moans*
  • Colin: *takes pictures of Harry*
  • Harry: ew fuck stop
  • Lockhart: StOp YoU cAn'T bE MoRe PopUlAr thAn mE- I mean *coughs* it's unwise to hand out pictures until you're as famous as me
  • Harry: *gets detention* *is worse than Umbridge's blood quill* *hears hissing* *doesn't suspect it could be a snake which is the animal that hisses*
  • Hermione and Ron: sup
  • Harry: can you hear that
  • Ron and Hermione: wtf no you must be insane
  • Harry: lol tru
  • Lockhart: *has dueling club*
  • Snape: *kicks his ass with the disarming spell*
  • Lockhart: totally meant for that to happen now give me a moment while I restart my heart
  • Hermione: *is killed by Millicent but somehow manages to get a hair*
  • Snape: Harry fight Draco
  • Harry and Draco: *fight*
  • Draco: *snakeness intensifies*
  • Harry: (to snake) bruh calm down mate
  • Snake: k
  • Snape: *kills snake*
  • Ernie: Bruh you tryina kill me
  • Harry: lol no but I should asshole
  • Ron: Harry why didn't you tell me you had a completely dead ability when you didn't even know it existed or that it was rare
  • Harry: idk snakes are cool
  • Person: *petrified*
  • Teachers: maybe we should give a shit
  • Dumbledore: lol nope
  • Quidditch: *happens*
  • Draco: training for the ballet, Potter?
  • Harry: *trains for ballet* *breaks arm*
  • Lockhart: OMG GET OUT OF MY WAY I HAVE TI HEAL HARRY IT WILL BOST MY READERSHIP I mean *coughs* I've done this a thousand times
  • Harry's Arm: *is bendy*
  • Harry: *goes to infirmary* *hears extremely important information*
  • Polyjuice: *happens*
  • Draco: blah blah blah mud blood blah blah blah poor blah blah blah whydoesntpotterloveme
  • Draco: *isnt heir*
  • Harry and Ron: well shit *get the hell outta doge*
  • Hermione: *is cat*
  • Harry: *finds moist book in a girl's bathroom* Imma take this
  • Harry: *ignores more murderous hissing*
  • Diary: hello friend no more sadness today
  • Harry: seems legit
  • Diary: here look at this memory I'm Tom Riddle
  • Harry: k
  • Memory: *happens*
  • Harry: boi why da fk you lyin
  • Hagrid: *is taken to Azkaban because we needed to introduce it for the next book*
  • Harry and Ron: *follow spiders*
  • Spider dude: We do not speak the name of the giant snake in your pipes now excuse me while my children murder you
  • Car: *is real hero of the story*
  • Hermione: *is petrified*
  • Harry and Ron: Shit
  • Hermione: *has clue casually hidden in her hand but takes weeks to find*
  • Harry: ohh it's a Basilisk dats why I can hear it
  • Ginny: *is taken*
  • Professors: *finally give a shit*
  • Lockhart: lol nope
  • Harry: lol yup
  • Myrtle: yah that sink with the snake on it. I mean, it would've been helpful to tell you about it before but whatever have fun
  • Harry: k thx
  • Myrtle: Harry when you die you should stay in here and fuck me
  • Ron: bye bitch
  • Harry: *hisses*
  • Draco: *in dungeons* *gets boner*
  • Chamber: *is opened*
  • Lockhart: I LOVE YOU HARRY! I mean- *coughs* say goodbye to your memories imma just take credit for your stories like I did for erryone else
  • *uses Ron's broken wand* *hits himself* *cavern collapses conveniently blocking Ron and Douchehart on one side and Harry on the other*
  • Ron: lol rip
  • Harry: k bye
  • Ginny: *is almost dead*
  • Harry: shit
  • Tom: *is hot* *appears menacingly*
  • Harry: sup Tom wanna help
  • Tom: lol nope *takes Harry's wand*
  • Harry: Bruh give me my wand
  • Tom: Snakey go kill this twelve year old
  • Harry: *runs*
  • Snake: *is blinded by random phoenix*
  • Harry: *stabs snake with magic sword* *gets bit* *stabs book*
  • Ginny: sup omg Harry that look like it hurts
  • Harry: *gives speech*
  • Fawkes: *cries*
  • Harry: yay I'm healed
  • Fawkes: gets them past all the boulders magically
  • All: *are free*
  • Dobby: *socks are lyfe*
  • Harry: *roast*
  • Credits: *roll*
Confident

Some um, dancest. sorry. I wrote it for that phan kink meme but it was TOO LONG to post there.

2009!danx2017!danx2017!phil


They didn’t know how it happened. One moment Dan was in the kitchen grabbing a glass of ribena while Phil was sat waiting for him with their show paused in the lounge, and the next thing Dan knew he was dropping, spilling his drink, and standing in shock as the glass shattered to pieces.

“Dan?” Phil had called worriedly, making his way into the kitchen and then stopping when he saw someone else standing in front of a wide-eyed Dan. “Who’s this?”

“It’s–me?” Dan said, although it sounded more like a question.

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momiji-the-bunny  asked:

Can you do the reactions of the RFA + V to MC having a major panic attack? Sorry if it's of any bother, I've just been having a lot of panic attacks as of late and think this would help immensely. Thanks in advance!

(๑ˊ▵ॢˋ̥๑) Take care of yourself, dear! Panic attacks are hard. At my old job I used to struggle with them constantly, so I know how it is. Just be sure to breathe and do what is best for you, and don’t be afraid to ask for help!


Zen

- It was really uncomfortable being with him in public at times.

- Mostly it was dates, but occasionally when you went to go see his plays, his fans were a bit troublesome

- Some knew you, others didn’t, and even if they didn’t even interact with you much, you still felt yourself on high alert and struggling to enjoy his plays

- He was a great actor! But it was just so damn difficult sometimes.

- But you Refused to break down in public. So you barely managed to keep yourself together- Shaking, nails digging into your skin, nerves ready to scream if some one so much as looked at you funny

- It was easy to tell you didn’t feel that great, but you kept the ruse up enough that people didn’t question it.

- When he took you back to his apartment however, that’s when it all just crashed down

- Tears flooded your eyes and you shook violently, wanting to curse at yourself for not being able to at least make it into the bathroom before you broke

- Zen fucking Panicked. He was on you in a flash, carefully holding your arms and keeping you standing

- “Babe? Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

- You couldn’t talk, you felt like your chest was on fire. Instead you just gripped his arms back as strongly as you could muster, but it was still a weak grip.

- He followed you onto the floor, gently pulling you too him as you struggled to breathe, tears soaking his shirt.

- “Shh, babe, I’m right here, I’m right here. Just…Let it out, cry for a bit, and then you can tell me what’s wrong, okay? You’re not hurting right?”

- Your chest was screaming, but you shook your head no.

- It took a while for you to be able to talk right. When you could finally speak, your voice came out almost cracked

- “I’m, I’m sorry. Panic attack.”

- He just nodded, and rocked you back and forth a bit.

- He’d want you to eventually tell him what caused it, so he could help you more in the future, but right now he just wanted to calm you down.

Yoosung

- He looked up to you so much, putting this lovable but nearly impossible weight on your shoulders

- He loved you. He was trying his damn best not to compare you to Rika, but the weight still held you down.

- One night a guest rejected your email, and you felt ashamed. I mean, the stuff they asked should had been easy for you to answer! But you managed to fuck it all up, like normal.

- You debated on how to react. Your whole mind was screaming against you, telling you to throw your phone and scream, but your body was as still as stone.

- You saw Yoosung peer over at you, and then frown as you didn’t respond to his wave

- God, he was just going to berate you. Get that sad little smile as you search his eyes for the words he won’t push out

- “Almost like Rika, but not enough. Shame.”

- Tears prickled at your eyes, and Yoosung immediately was kneeling down to look you in the eyes, your body refusing to move from your position on his bed

- “Hey, mc? Can you hear me? Are you okay?”

- You could only close your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks. You weren’t ready for this, you weren’t ready to face the fact that you weren’t good enough for someone again

- But those words never left his mouth

- Instead he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back and holding you as tightly as he could without hurting you

- He let your tears fall, just offering a few shhs as you tried to talk. But he never said anything negative. Nothing.

- He refused to compare you to her ever again. Especially if just the idea of him doing so set you like this

- Once you could move, once you could talk without it being a stuttering mess, he would calmly ask you what happened. Did someone get hurt? Were you hurt?

- When you showed him the email, he scoffed and just kissed your forehead

- “Mc, it’s fine. One guest reject won’t harm us. Even if just one person came, we would consider that an amazing outcome, okay?”

- You nodded, unsure of the validity of his words, but you decided to take what you could get

- He continued to baby you a bit that day, and even though you felt a bit embarrassed, it felt so comforting to know you were loved.

Jumin

- Every party you went to with him you managed to mess up.

- Stuttering constantly. Stepping on someone’s dress. Botching the pronunciation of a weird menu item.

- They never laughed outloud, or complained, but you could feel the white hot stares they bore into you, crawling up your spine, stabbing each of your ribs.

- You had your panic medication, but you refused to take that in front of any one. You needed to prove to yourself you could last just one dinner. Just one, god please just one

- And you were so far

- Until you spilled red wine all over the white tablecloth.

- The other woman let out a yelp, trying to stop her dress from being stained. She saved hers, while your dress took the brunt of it. The men didn’t offer much of a reaction, Jumin acting quickly and waving a waiter over before the wine could ruin too much,

- But you couldn’t breathe. Those familiar awful feelings were springing up on you, and. And did that man just make fun of you? But it was just- You just couldn’t-

- “I have to go to the restroom.” You sprang out of your seat and booked it.

- It wasn’t far off, but you dashed like someone was about to murder you. You slammed into the woman’s room, shakily shoving your purse on the counter as your hands searched for your meds

- Just two. Two would be enough. You had a few sips of wine, the wine would react to it, and your meds would speed up faster than they normally do.

- But suddenly someone else came in, and you were shaking so harshly your pill bottle was rattling.

- “Mc? Are you alright?”

- Jumin’s hands were on yours in an instant, stopping the pills from moving, holding your hands tight. You tried stumbling out a sentence. He couldn’t be in here, this was-

- “Shh. You were unwell. It’s fine, nothing bad will happen.”

- He takes the bottle from your hands and you want to scream as he reads the label. 

- But, he just pops out two of the pills for you, holds them to your mouth.

- You numbly open your lips, allowing him to place the pills in your mouth. If this was any other moment, you’d feel shame and slap his hand away, but you needed these so badly, and you couldn’t stop shaking

- His worried expression softened when you took them, rubbing them against the bottom of your tongue. After placing the cap back on the bottle, he shoved it in your purse before pulling you tight against him.

- “I know you feel bad about these accidents, but trust me, mc, I’ve seen much worse. No one is judging you. They’ve been in your shoes before.”

- God, you just wanted to melt against him, to just sob out your stress, but you couldn’t. Not right here, even as your eyes watered, not right here

- He kissed your forehead, calling Driver Kim to come pick the both of you up. You tried to stop him, but he shook his head curtly. This wasn’t going to be discussed.

- Once the two fo you went home, he pulled you into bed with him, tucking the covers around any free side of you and holding you tight. He knew you loved cuddling, and if it helped, he would cuddle you all night

Jaehee

- A loud crash shattered against the cafe, you instantly dropping the plastic platter to cover your face

- This was the fourth time this month you had ruined a few cups. This time you even managed a saucer.

- You didn’t want to remove your hands. You could hear snickering, you knew you could, and you could feel your eyes well up

- They couldn’t see you like this

- But you couldn’t move

- You numbly heard Jaehee’s voice for a bit, sounding over the ringing through your head, through your ears, and you blankly followed as an arm wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you away from the mess

- After walking for a bit, calm but firm hands pulled yours away from your face

- Jaehee’s soft and worried face came into view, and as she saw the tears streaking your cheeks she instantly brought a tissue to your face, dabbing carefully

- “I-I-I’m so sorryIjustcouldn’t-”

-” Shhhh, shh shh, mc. It’s alright. It’s okay. Those were very cheap cups, don’t worry.”

- “B-but-”

- “Shush.” It was firm, but quiet. She sat you down at the table in the back room were the two of you were, silently getting a cup of hot water and a tea bag.

- She sat in front of you, steeping the tea a bit, then adding honey before sliding it closer to you.

- “It’s hot, but drink it. It’ll calm you down.”

- You shakily reached for it, almost wanting to dump the whole thing on you because you felt as though you deserved it. but…That’d just be another mess for Jaehee.”

- She watched you drink it, placing her hand over your free one when you could hold the cup with just one hand. Her thumb rhythmically rubbed a circle on the back of your hand, and she even started humming a bit.

- Soon, the quiet but warm setting of the room calmed your thumping heart, and you were able to breathe normally.

- When you finished the tea, she sat up and cupped your face in both hands, kissing your lips.

- “I love you, mc.”

- “I love you too.”

Seven

- Admittedly, you were so scared the moment he mentioned all the people that could come after him.

- At first you dismissed it, then you tried too later when the ‘hacker’ ordeal was over, but it kicked into full swing one night when the security system went off one day.

- It was all fine, just the system freaking out over a toy that had started up at 4 am rather than at 4 pm. Nothing that he couldn’t fix

- But you were on the floor of the bedroom by the time he came back from checking on it- Choking on your sobs as you held your knees to your chest

- He instantly dropped to the floor, sliding over to you and grabbing your cheeks, trying to get you to look at him.

- “Hey, hey, Mc, oh god, are you hurt? Are you okay?”

- “S-S-Someones after you-”

- “No, no honey, no they’re not, It was just a toy, I promise, I checked everything, It was just a toy.”

- “bb-bbut-”

- “No no, shhh, shh, oh god I’m so sorry.”

- He held you to him, rocking you back and forth as he repeatedly told you step by step of what had happened. Explaining all the little details he did to absolutely make sure no one was after him.

- After ten minutes like this, your death-like grip on his shirt loosened, and he pulled back a bit.

- You were breathing almost normally, tears dripping slower, and he just kissed them all away.

- It was difficult, but he managed to pull you up and get you back onto the bed, where he instantly wrapped the both of you up tightly in the big fluffy blanket he had.

- He spent the night muttering loving things to you until you could fall asleep, so happy to be able to calm you down that much.

V

- V was one of the calmest people you had met

- He was so sweet, so caring, so soft spoken

- But one day you accidentally knocked over a plant of his- Completely ruining it and it’s pot.

- The both of you bent down to clean the shards up, but with a hiss he accidentally had cut his hand

- At the sight of blood you lost it

- You managed to hurt him, just like Rika had

- You managed to cause him pain, something you never ever wanted to do in your life time

- He didn’t deserve it anymore, he didn’t

- It took you a while to focus back on reality. Honestly, just thirty seconds, but you felt trapped in your mind for much longer than that.

- With his free hand he cupped your cheek, pressing his thumb against your lips

- “Shh, you didn’t hurt me. It was an accident. When she did it, it wasn’t an accident.”

- Oh god you were talking outloud. Oh my god. You started shaking, but he hushed you again.

- “Mc, shh. Focus, focus. There’s a towel in the kitchen. Get that for me, please.”

- You scrambled to your legs, nearly knocking oer a kitchen chair as you grabbed the towel.

- The whole time he dabbed at his hand, you felt your head point and static ring in your ears- And you swore you could feel static rubbing against your brain.

- His lips were moving,and it was so damn hard for you to focus at first

- “Mc? Look, it’s a very small cut, not deep at all. It won’t even leave a scar, okay?”

- Once the blood was wiped off, it…It really did look small.

- You started breathing a bit easier, your breath hitching a bit, as he pushed the broken pieces of the pot aside and carefully led you to the couch

- He held you against him, peppering your forehead and head with kisses, repeating over and over how it was just an accident.

- It would take a while for you to calm down, but when you did, he gave you such a warm, sweet, small smile

- “Mc, you are the greatest person to ever grace me. I promise, you could never hurt me like that. I love you, okay?”

- “Okay.”

Saeran

- You woke up already in a panic, lingering memories running down your spine

- You already couldn’t breathe. You were trying to suck in enough air but it wasn’t helping

- With constantly shaking hands, you reached out to Saeran, who was laying on his back and deep asleep

- You shook him, one…Two…Three times. He didn’t wake up yet, and you were freaking out so bad you had already started crying

- You gave him a harsher shake, and he groaned and finally blinked a bit. Rubbing his eye he turned to look at you, then froze.

- “I-I I can’t think right I can’t stop shaaking-”

- Without any prompting, he instantly pulled you to him, burying your face in his chest as he just wrapped his arms around you.

- He held your head against him, just trying to make you feel safer and stop shaking. It took a while, but eventually your body stopped trembling so harshly

- “Mc, what happened?”

- “B-Bad dream. Bad bad dream.”

- He didn’t laugh, he didn’t make fun of you. He kissed your head and started rubbing your back, repeating “You’re okay” over and over, until his warmth and voice was all you could focus on.

- He didn’t stop until he knew you were asleep. He pulled away a bit, situating the two of you into a much comfortable position, before kissing your head and going back to sleep with you firmly in his arms.

That buzzing sound in your ear

Okay, so…after a night of thinking and seeing reactions/comments/etc., I’ve gained a bit of perspective on all of this. Also note that this post is more about the fandom behavior and not so much about the issues of representation, because I don’t think I really have a valid opinion in that discussion. 

Also this is the last time I’ll talk about this. I won’t answer asks and I won’t bring it up again because I don’t want this space to become centered on it. 

1. When stuff like this goes down, I should just turn my computer off and play video games for a while because spontaneous reaction is never ever good. I got angry last night and it was dumb and I feel dumb for it. I love this damn show so much and I won’t let something as small as this ruin it for me

2. Do not, under any circumstances, attack Arryn for this. She is a voice actress with no creative input in the series at all. She was looking out for the fans and trying to do a good thing. She’s already timid enough about social media (and rightfully so) don’t scare off someone who openly stated that she was the captain of the ship and supports it whole heartedly. 

3. Stop expecting Rooster Teeth to spoil their most popular show with some kind of statement about the song or the direction they’re going with Blake and Yang. They’re not going to because that would be stupid. If Bumbleby is meant to bee then giving that away in a journal on the RT site would be criminal. Not to mention that we’ve gotten so much more in canon already than just this random song.

4. I understand the caution, but people really need to calm down. It’d be one thing if we saw Sun and Blake kissing or Yang and Blake openly saying “we’re not in love with each other!” in an episode - but we didn’t. This is a song that was put on the soundtrack, that definitely shouldn’t have been, and the bees fans ran with it. I’m not faulting them at all, I was one of them and I jumped right on board the hype train. But even if it’s not directly meant to be about the ship - I highly doubt it was put on the soundtrack with any sort of malice intent.

5. Which leads me to the next point. Stop pretending that Rooster Teeth is rubbing their hands together and laughing like they’re doing this just to spite people. Could they handle some things better? Absolutely, and they’d be the first ones to tell you that - but they’re not mean spirited people. They’re not trying to upset their fans and this notion that they “don’t care” about their fans is ridiculous. 

6. Patience, please just have some patience. Stop living and dying on every small thing that comes across your dashboard. This show has such a long run left in it and to this point romance has been so so small on that spectrum. Volume 5 is not going to suddenly become a big love story. Even if the bees are going to happen it’ll be subtle as hell and probably take a long time. So one song and one response to a song should not suddenly shut you down from wanting to watch the show at all. There’s so much more to RWBY than this.

7. While this does have the potential to be very bad, it isn’t yet - it’s not even close. I’m just asking that you give them a chance to tell their story without constantly looking for a reason to jump down their throats - all that does is make them leery of you. Writers have the right to tell their story and that’s the whole point. We’re here to watch the stories, not dictate them. If they do queerbait (which I personally don’t think they have, I think that can only happen at the very end of a show or if one of the two characters is killed with no resolution), then they will be in the wrong and they will be met with an even larger version of what happened last night. For now though, just let them make the show and quit hunting for reasons to make them the enemy. 

8. Lastly, please don’t stop shipping bumbleby. Don’t stop talking about how much you love them. Don’t stop making arts and fics and long posts about why you love them. This whole thing wouldn’t be a thing at all if the fans hadn’t seen what they saw in these two and turned it into the biggest ship in the fandom that it’s become.

up on heaven’s boulevard

wordcount: 1965

summary: a meditation on nail polish, set march 2017.

genre: kind of thoughtful, mostly sweet.

warnings: nothing beyond mild language.

a/n: i wrote this a couple of weeks ago, and then my boy dan took a selfie and captioned it “post the nail polish fic. it’s time.” happy easter, too. (title from stars by grace potter & the nocturnals)

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A Little Bit of Cinnamon (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You’re the source of Lin’s inspiration.

Word Count: 1,190

Warnings: Probably some In The Heights inaccuracies, actually just overall inaccuracies - give me a break bahaha

A/N: If you think I am above writing you as pre-ITH Lin’s muse you are sorely mistaken. Happy InTheHeightsaversary!
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“You’re late.” Lin commented as you dropped your stuff onto the seat of the booth. You slipped off your coat, tossing it next to your bag before slipping on the seat.

“I know, I know. The train it- what does it matter? You were late on Tuesday.” you accused and Lin’s eyes flickered over his laptop accompanied by an amused smirk.

“I ordered your coffee, I assumed you wanted the same as always.” he slid the cup towards you and you took a sip.

“You haven’t even been here long. My coffee’s still hot.” you scoffed and he chuckled.

“It’s true, but the fact I got here before you is a fact that needs to be acknowledged.”

“At least you got my coffee right.” you rolled your eyes as you took another drink.

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The beginnings of love for the signs
  • If you have a girl in mind check Venus+moon
  • If you have a boy in mind check Mars+moon
  • Check sun if you wish ;)
  • Aries: lots of hand gestures and eye contact and facial expressions whenever you two have a conversation (you'll love it and soak it all up), lots of food dates (they want to make sure you're comfortable around them), picking you up and twirling you around and quick cheek kisses, "you always calm me down"
  • Taurus: they'll show you the secret places they go to chill (this can be anything from a flower garden to Starbucks to an underground club just be ready honestly), they'll let you push them around like no one else dares to, they'll tell you that you're different and special (because in their eyes you're truly one of a kind), "oh, you have to go? Are you sure your don't want to stay around just a little longer?"
  • Gemini: expect lots of chats over the phone (they've realized that they can't hear your laugh or your stutters through text), "looks" from across the room when something stupid happens, just chilling at your place sounds like a good time to them, "hey, you're just like me"
  • Cancer: nose scrunching and suppressed smirks when you say something dirty (you could tell they were thinking the same thing), lots of high fives quick touches, asking lots of questions about you (they'll wriggle out of answering yours, but they're just trying to make sure you're one of their kind) "thanks for being patient with me"
  • Leo: whispers in your ear (they don't have to, but you can feel their grin on your cheek), bodies pressed together type hugs, admitting to stalking your social media (you'll call them a creep but you'll be blushing), "you know, I'd do anything for you..."
  • Virgo: they could listen to you speak all day (they love learning more about you), little things that go almost unnoticed (like putting an umbrella in your car or buying you new headphones when you complain about your others), you'll get to see their silly side (and you'll love it), "don't worry I'll take care of it"
  • Libra: they'll talk about how well you two look together (they'll want lots of pics of you two or just you), introduces you to friends and family, your head rested on their arm or their head in the nook of your neck (you're their safe place now), "I like you, you're genuine. it's really... refreshing, you know?"
  • Scorpio: mixing paints until they find the exact shade of your eyes (even if they're brown, they're a special kind of brown to them), opening their mouth to say something then closing it immediately because they don't want to scare you away, touches that linger a little bit too long to be just friendly, "finally, SOMEONE understands!"
  • Sagittarius: lots and lots of jokes made to get under your skin (throw it back at 'em twice as hard), making lots of plans because they really wanna hang out with you, all Sagittarius's are philosophers just wait and they'll show you, "hey I saw this thing and it sorta reminded me of you so here you go"
  • Capricorn: showing you what they geek about (believe me, it's there), gloating about how much better you two are than everyone else, arms over shoulders and hands around your waist randomly (just to shock you ) "I've always needed someone like you in my life"
  • Aquarius: pinching your cheek (just so that they can touch your face), saying things that the two of you are gonna do in the future, bringing you around their friends (and their face lighting up when you charm their asses off) "I can talk with you for hours and about anything... weird right?"
  • Pisces: daydreaming about running into you (even if it's just between classes), them showing you their secret hobbies, they stare into your eyes just a little bit too long (what even is too long?) "I can't believe you're real"

Title: First Fight
Pairing: Analogical
A/N: i’m…not confident about this one lol hopefully it doesn’t suck and hopefully it’s not complete and total garbage like I think it issss @undertakershairline

It’d been about twenty minutes since Virgil left, and Logan was starting to wonder what happened.  When the anxious side had stormed off, they’d simply been talking about a few of Virgil’s concerns.  Logan, never the one to quite understand Virgil’s immediate emotional reaction to certain things, tossed out the concerns and reminded Virgil how irrational the thought process was.

Which was when Virgil stormed off.  Logan sighed and sunk out to find his boyfriend, having a good idea to where he might have run off.

Sure enough, at the end of the hallway upstairs was a window seat. And that window seat was covered up by a large dark sheet with what looked like phone light being the only thing to shine through.  “Virgil?” Logan called as he pushed open the makeshift curtain.

The anxious side sat in a ball, the stuffed bear he loved so much kept balanced on his calves.  As he locked eyes with Logan, Virgil clicked his phone to sleep and put it down at his side, flipping his hood up and burying his face in his knees.

“Virgil, what are you doing?” Logan asked as he sat down, letting the curtain fall back against them.

Virgil huffed and mumbled into his knees just quiet enough that Logan couldn’t make out what he said.

“What was that?” Logan asked, leaning in just a bit closer.

Which was when Virgil threw his hood off and got to his feet, shoving the curtain away and tearing it down.  “Being irrational, apparently!” Virgil shouted as he stormed off towards the commons room.

Logan sat frozen, unsure of what to make of the situation at first.  What in the world was Virgil talking about?!  As he went after Virgil, he found him once again curled up, this time on the sofa.

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anonymous asked:

I've been thinking about panicky Keith a lot lately because I love,,,panicked caretaker Keith. So what about a situation where lance is trapped in a place where the oxygen levels (or if you'd prefer, a poisonous gas is filling the room) are quickly draining and Keith can't do anything but talk to lance on the coms and try to break him out? Also congrats on the blog can't wait to see you grow :0

Lance had been trapped in the lift for what seemed like hours now, he wasn’t quite sure how long it had been, delirium taking over from the sheer lack of oxygen filling his lungs.

He had just wanted to go for a relaxing dip in the pool on his day off, as if he could get so lucky.

Sprawled out on the floor of the altean deathtrap gasping for breath, tears began to fill Lance’s eyes.

All the missions he’d gone on, all the injuries he sustained in the fight to protect the universe and this was how he was going to go; choking on his own breath in an elevator while his closest friends continue on with their day, not even noticing his disappearance.

He’d yelled for them. Over and over, nobody answered. The pain of being so disposable mirroring the ache in his heaving chest. 

Mind going fuzzy and vision beginning to blur around the edges, Lance was about to let the appealing thought of an endless slumber take over his body when he heard the com crack on above.

“Lance? Lance! Talk to me buddy?”

“K-keith”

The tears began to flow hard and fast down Lance’s face now, they did care.

“Hang tight Lance we’re getting you out now just breath for me”

Keith was a nervous wreck.

He’d spent the good part of three hours searching the ship top to bottom until Pidge suggested that maybe Lance was trapped in the lift. 

Over the coms Keith tried to keep his cool so as not to scare Lance, but truth be told, he was at breaking point.

“Allura get him out NOW!”

“I’m working on it Keith please just try and relax a bit he’ll be fine”

Everyone seemed so calm about the whole situation which made Keith furious.

“How can you say that?! Just listen to him!” Keith screeched before pressing the button to the com so the entire room could hear Lance’s laboured breathing.

Seeing the distress take hold of his fellow paladin, Shiro moved over and placed a hand on Keith’s shoulder.

“I know you’re worried Keith but you’ve gotta be strong for him, okay?”

Sobs now wracking his already shaking form, Keith waited for the affirmative from Allura before rushing out of the crowded room and into the hallway just as the doors of the lift came whooshing open. 

Bending down to the crumpled form on the floor he laced his gloved fingers through the other boys damp hair.

Eyes fluttering open, Lance drew in a shaky breath before launching into a coughing fit. Keith positioned himself behind the trembling boy, rubbing his hand up and down his back in the attempt to comfort him. When the harsh coughs had finally subsided Lance allowed himself to fall back into the warm embrace of Keith’s arms.

“H-heyy” he all but whispered, voice strained from his long since forgotten about screams for help.

Tears began to fill Keith’s eyes once more as he starred down at Lance’s beautiful caramel complexion that had been tinged blue from oxygen deprivation. 

Practically launching himself onto the blue paladin Keith began to bawl.

“NEVER scare me like that again do you hear me? I was so worried I thought I thought-”

“Ssshh”

Keith was cut off.

“It’s okay, I-i’m okay now” Lance reassured.

“Y-yeah?” Keith sniffled.

“Yeah, you saved me, my knight in fluffy pajama bottoms” Lance joked, shooting Keith a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts.

God, he just couldn’t with this boy.

“Yeah. I’ve got you.”


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Here it is!

I’m sorry if it’s really bad and really short this is my first fic :o

Thank you so much and again sorry for the poor quality I am here to improve :)

Flip Phones Are Making a Comeback 🤙
  • iPhone User: How can you even stand it?
  • Android User: Stand what?
  • iPhone User: Your phone's crappy camera. Every picture looks like it was printed from a gameboy.
  • Android User: At least mine isn't an overpriced piece of junk that bends if you put in your pocket.
  • iPhone User: Excuse me? I think all of that extra price goes to making sure our phone DON'T EXPLODE!
  • Android User: It's only the Note 7 that explodes. You don't know anything.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, Moto.
  • *both phone users glance at it momentarily until it stops ringing*
  • Android User: Uhh, anyway. At least our phones aren't made in sweatshops.
  • iPhone User: You didn't need to take this conversation in that direction, but your phone is probably made in a sweatshop too.
  • Android User: Our sweatshops are 100% more humane than Apple's gulags.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, Moto.
  • iPhone User: Is that piece of junk yours?
  • Android User: No, who uses a flip phone in 20XX. I thought it was yours.
  • iPhone User: *picks up flip phone* It's so old, but it seems familiar.
  • Android User: Are you going to answer it?
  • iPhone User: No. You answer it.
  • Android User: Hell no! You picked it up. Why don't you answer it?
  • iPhone User: I don't know. Something doesn't seem right about it. I'm going home.
  • Android User: Don't forget to take your flip phone with you.
  • iPhone User: You keep it, as an android user, you're used to cheap pieces of junk.
  • Android User: Low blow!
  • *at night*
  • Android User: *tossing and turning in bed*
  • Flip Phone: *ringing grows progressively louder* HELLO, MOTO!
  • Android User: *picks up flip phone* Piece of garbage. Why do you keep ringing. I should just answer it.
  • Android User: *gets nervous* Why don't I want to answer it? Jesus, I just need to get rid of this thing.
  • Android User: *tosses flip phone out of the window* That's better.
  • Android User: *attempts to go back to sleep but ringing starts again* Fucking no! Is this some sort of nightmare!?
  • Android User: *notices their own phone ringing on their drawer* Oh. *answers it*
  • Android User: Whom am I speaking to?
  • iPhone User: Hey, it's me.
  • Android User: It's late, what do you want?
  • iPhone User: You know how it's just the two of us that hang out.
  • Android User: Yeah, what about it?
  • iPhone User: Didn't it used to be three of us that hung out?
  • Android User: No, it's been just the two of us since we were kids.
  • iPhone User: We had a third friend that we hung out with everyday. I know this sounds crazy, but somehow both of us forgot about her.
  • Android User: I have no clue what you're talking about.
  • iPhone User: That's the point! Like, she did everything with us, but I can't remember anything specifically about her. It's like someone took an eraser to my mind, but for some reason I have all these faint memories about her coming back to me and I'm freaking out.
  • Android User: Man, I think you just need some sleep. You sound crazy right now.
  • iPhone User: I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if I got to sleep when I wake up I won't remember you. I think something bad is going to happen to you.
  • Android User: I'm fine. My dad owns a gun. If someone tries to break into our house or something, they'll get their heads blown off. I guess we might have to deal with vengeful ghosts, but those usually take a few years to develop. Get some sleep, please.
  • iPhone User: Okay, goodnight... I love you.
  • Android User: Uhh, the feeling's mutual... I guess. *hangs up*
  • Android User: Overemotional, I swear. *attempts to sleep*
  • *loud knock at the door*
  • Android User: Goddammit! Dad'll get it.
  • *banging persists and only gets louder*
  • Android User: Okay, I guess I have to answer it again. *grabs one of their dad's guns and answer the door*
  • Android User: *aims gun into the dark night* Who's out there!? Who was knocking on my door!? ...No one. Fucking neighbor kids, I swear.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, moto!
  • Android User: Of fucking course. *screams into the night* I guess some PARANORMAL FORCE just magically put the flip phone on my porch. How about I just BLAST IT TO PIECES!
  • The Night: *stays silent*
  • Android User: *sighs* This has to be a stupid fucking prank. I bet that iPhone using "friend" of mine is doing this to set me up.
  • Android User: *notices the caller ID on the flip phone* Rebecca? Why is that name so familiar?
  • Android User: *answers phone* Hello?
  • Rebecca: Look below your porch. Look below your porch. Look below your porch. Look below your porch.
  • Android User: Fuck off. *hangs up* If someone really is below my porch, you can crawl out! I'll be sure to blast your brains out! I'm not afraid!
  • Android User: I'm a fucking idiot for this. *peers below the porch* There's nothing. This really is all some prank. *stands up*
  • *the front door is closed*
  • Android User: *checks the door* It's locked! Fuck! Okay, this is actually getting weird, but I'm armed. If anyone tries to mess with me I'll fucking shoot them.
  • Android User: *checks self* Where the fuck did I put that phone?
  • Flip Phone: *rings from the back of the house* ...hello, moto.
  • Android User: *sweats nervously* Okay, stay calm. Remember, you're armed. This is all a prank and they'll feel like fucking idiots when they realize they nearly got themselves shot over this. *walks to the back of the house*
  • *the next morning*
  • iPhone User: *frantically scrolling through phone*
  • Grandmother: What's wrong, honey?
  • iPhone User: I don't know. I'm looking for someone in my phone contacts, but they're not there!
  • Grandmother: Who?
  • iPhone User: I don't know! Ugh!
  • Grandmother: Calm down, honey. I'm sure you'll find them.
  • iPhone User: Grandma, did I used to hang out with anyone? Like, I regularly had friends over, right?
  • Grandmother: Well, I'm going to be honest with you. You've always been a bit of an introvert. But as long as you keep up with your schoolwork, it's no bother to me.
  • iPhone User: No, I had two friends, didn't I? Don't you remember them? You knew both of them by name. They were my childhood friends.
  • Grandmother: I'm not sure. You liked being by yourself as a child. H-Have you been using drugs?
  • iPhone User: No, grandma! It's just... I don't know. I'm lonely and stressed out and I don't know why.
  • Grandmother: It must be your schoolwork, honey. You're such a hard worker and you hardly ever give yourself a break. Remember, you have to take out some time for yourself to relax too. Studying is important, but so is your mental health
  • iPhone User: You're right. Finals are coming up. I guess I've been letting it all go to my head.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, Moto.
  • Grandmother: *takes phone out of pocket* Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? *hangs up* Strange.
  • iPhone User: Where did you get that phone?
  • Grandmother: I've had it for a while now. Is there something wrong with it?
  • iPhone User: No... not anything that I remember.

anonymous asked:

hey! i was just thinking, that i've been listening to the songs harry requested on radio 1 and they've been stuck in my head for so long omg. and like, i'm not connecting the songs he requested to larry, but with each song a little scenario ab them plays in my head! was wondering if you could write little snippets based on a couple of the songs? sweetest devotion by adele and issues by julia michaels!

I got really carried away with this; I combined both of these songs and very subtly put a few of the lyrics into a mess of 3k. I hope this works for you xx



Louis watches the build up and break over a period of months. Years, even. Harry’s tired. They both are, but Harry’s exceptionally so. He’s been working nonstop on his album, his photography, himself, and now that he’s back in the limelight all day, everyday, it’s taking a serious toll. Louis doesn’t say anything or imply that Harry needs to slow down, but he wants to, just isn’t quite sure how. Harry’s been a little moodier, a little more on edge, and the whole time Louis is trying to figure out a way to approach the subject lightly, it seems that Harry has already given it just as much thought as Louis has, if not more.

“I think I wanna take some time off,” he says one night just before bed. He’s in the middle of changing his pants, tripping into them like he always does. “Like, hide, maybe?” The way he says it makes it sound like he’s asking for permission from Louis, just to make sure they’re currently at the same level.

Louis raises a brow from his position in bed and looks up, relieved, worried. “Yeah? Like go on an extended holiday?”

“Mmm, something like that.”

“Care to elaborate?”

Harry crawls into bed beside him, shirtless and shoulders pink from his sunburn. The weather was mild and about 10 degrees today - typical for January - but they spent the majority of the day outside, anyway, Harry lounging in the backyard, ignoring Louis’ request to venture out. Paps, he said simply, going back to shielding his eyes from the LA sun.

“I rented out a place in Maine,” he says, reaching for his reading glasses on the bedside table. He doesn’t really need them, but no matter how much Louis teases him about it, he continues to wear them, squinting without them. Dramatic. “I’m not even really sure where it is, but I know it’s right on a lake, it’s in the woods, it’s secluded, it’s…” He sighs. “Not here.”

Louis’ stomach tightens. “You trying to get away from me, Styles?”

“No, God no.” Harry shakes his head, curls finally grown back in and bouncing. “I’m trying to take a break from everything, but that doesn’t include you. You can come with me, if you want. But don’t feel obligated to. I know how much you love it here. And that you like writing here best.”

I love it here because you’re here. “I’m comin’ with,” he replies eventually.

“You want to?”

“Yes. You’re a bit strange for wanting to fuck off to the middle of nowhere but. I’m used to your weirdness by this point. No judgement here. I’ll come with.”

Harry smirks, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose like Louis always does. Copy cat. “Good.”

“So, when’re we leaving?”

“Thursday morning.”

“Christ, you’re an impulsive lad, aren’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Makes life interesting.”

Harry nods, reaching for the remote for the telly, then setting it back down. “I’m very happy. I really am. I just need a change, yeah?”

“It’s okay to, like, want to step back,” Louis says softly. “You don’t have to be grateful and positive every second of the day. Wanting to escape is probably the most normal thing I can think of.”

He’s quiet for a moment, probably thinking. He purses his lips when he looks at Louis. “Thank you.”

“Absolutely.”

“And you’re gonna escape with me? Until you’re tired of me?”

Louis smiles, turning off his bedside light. “Absolutely.”

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flabbywalruso3o  asked:

I feel like I'm pestering but I just had the worst nightmare I've ever had in my life; and I'm old. I was even horrified to reach over for my phone. I woke up sweaty and my heart beat is crazy and nauseous. The words "three days" kept coming up, along with this horrifying sound and it scared me shitless. I need some comfort from Shiro and Keith, and you. Fucking anybody. How would they react to their s/o in such a state. I'm scared to move. I'm gonna be on tumblr for the rest of the night

OH DEAR PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF U WANT TO !
I had a nightmare as well! So thank you for requesting this and now I will provide for you so that your feel even just a tiny bit better! And don’t worry you aren’t pestering!

[Keith:]

•Keith was wandering the halls, he’s actually a big night owl and no matter always goes to bed super late
•he actually heard screaming and naturally freaked out
•ran as fast as he could because he could tell for a fact that it was you
•the door had no time to react to his motion so he ended up slamming his shoulder into it and breaking it
•door snapped from the top and fell on his back
•he slipped past it pretty quickly and realized what he did and actually became embarrassed
•I mean, he’d think he was overreacting by breaking past alien tech like it’s nothing just for you
•but then he noticed that your voice was slowly giving out and you were thrashing on the bed
•he grabbed your shoulders and sat on you, straddling your waist and just in absolute panic
•you wake up and he dives into you and hugs you
•you’re crying and he’s comforting you
•you say sorry to him, because you thought ‘he didn’t need to do this I don’t need any help’ and ‘I probably woke him up I feel horrible’
•"no really Y/n, it’s okay.“
•this happens a lot more. Not too much but at least once every few days.
•he doesn’t break the door anymore though because everyone gave him looks
•how tf??? keith please control yourself
•ends up bringing you space goo and asks Hunk to make more foods that are….edible
•hello I headcanon that if he were to have nightmares and anybody were to comfort him he’d probably sob or laugh and there’s no in between just thought I’d add that hsjsjsjsjs


[Shiro:]

•Shiro has nightmares himself, so he was most likely awake when you had yours
•he was doing crunches on the floor to distract himself when he heard you moving
•probably thought he was making too much noise so he froze for a few minutes and watched you so you don’t wake up
•you do, but not because of him
•you’re sweating, and immediately breathing uncomfortably heavy
•Shiro panics and he’s stuttering and he’s basically falling over his own feet as he tries to calm you down
•naturally, because nightmares can mess you up, you’re afraid and you’re panicking and you don’t want him that close to you
•and he’s like “it’s okay, it’s me. You’re okay”
•Shiro wraps you up and he’s actually heartbroken
•you were absolutely terrified and he could tell
•he kind of, didn’t know what to do at first? But then he thought
•"oh hey, Im the say way sometimes, and I’ve always wanted to held and stuff”
•so he does that, and now Shiro is holding you and rocking you back and forth, pushing your hair back as he kisses you forehead
•but nightmares aren’t a one time thing, and it ends up happening a couple more times
•and he wants to talk to someone about it but whenever it happens you end up staying in bed all day and refuse to leave the room
•so he has Keith sit with you, and watch you sleep while he goes off and talks with the others (he already talked to Keith)
•and he’s like “hey, she’s been having s tough time is there any way we could go to another space mall soon?”
•they’re like heck yeah omg
•soon enough you end up going to one
•now, it depends if u want to go inside or not if what goes down
——if you do go in the mall with them, Shiro takes you to some restaurant on the east end of the mall. And he’s buying you things and actually gets most of them free because, well, let’s just say that there was a tradition to go out with a loved one before a marriage on their planet. And that’s what they thought you were doing.
——if you don’t go, him and Allura and Pidge go around and he’s like, “hey, you guys, do you know anything Y/n would want?” And next thing you know it ends up becoming a (probably) early Christmas celebration. And everyone bought things for everyone because Lance suggested it and now Allura and Coran are obsessed
•you end up crying either way and yeah let’s just say that Shiro loves you with all of his heart and he never wants you to feel unsafe or scared ever again

ladyroseystuff  asked:

How would you feel about a headcannon of how each of them would react to MC being in an abusive relationship (family or other). Sorry if it's weird, uncomfortable, or you've done a similar one. It helps me to see what others might do in a situation I've dealt with myself. (Btw been safe from it for 1yr & 5m ^^)

This was a bit difficult to write as I have luckily never been in an abusive relationship but I hope I managed to portray the feelings enough.

I’m so glad that you’re safe from it now because no-one should have to be in a situation like that!

I’ll warn here and put the headcanons under the cut because there are mentions of abuse and I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable ~H x

RFA reacts to an MC in an abusive relationship

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I like that (2) - Anything for you, baby girl (FP Jones-Riverdale)

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Summary: Y/N’s Jughead’s friend who works at Pop’s where  FP Jones saves her from a creepy fratboy and that intrigues her.

Summary for part two: Y/N gets a surprise visit from FP at work, and things get a bit heated.  (Somehow smut-ish)



It  was a couple of minutes past 5 AM when Y/N was finished with her sower and all she could do was throw herself in to her bed with her hair still dripping wet but she didn’t care, it had been a long day and all she wanted to do was sleep. Soon she was embraced by soft hands of slumber.

At exactly 7:00 AM her alarm clock went off, making her open her eyes and her hand automatically hit the clock making it shut up.

Y/N jumped out of bead and stretched yawning, as she made her way to her window throwing open the blinded, being greeted by the warm sun rays making their way in to her room.

She grabbed her phone and put on some music before walking in to the bathroom and doing her make up. About 20 minutes later she walked back to her room now with a warm brown eye shadow and a sharp cat eyeliner paired with a soft red, bearably visible lipstick. 

“Hmm,” She tapped her chin as she looked in to her closed and decided on a pair of blue high wasted and  ripped skinny jeans and a white Ramones t shit, tied off at her waist, finishing the outfit off with a small black back pack and black high heal ankle boots.

Nodding herself in the mirror she smiled before making her way downstairs. Where she made some eggs for herself and her mother that greeted her just as the clock on the wall read 7:50 AM.

“Thank you, honey.” The woman, still in her pajamas yawned.

“Buon appetite.” Y/N said as she kissed her mothers forehead. Before starting to eat her own breakfast, thinking about what a mess her mother has been ever since the divorce. She still remembered what a strong and powerful woman she used to be when Y/N was a little girl. But now, it’s almost sad to see her. She works as a secretary for some big company a little outside of town. She worked 6 hours a day, leaving it up to her daughter to work up enough money for both of them to live a normal life.

Y/N let out a sight as her mother stood up and walked over to the living room and turned on the TV, leaving her empty plate on  the table. The younger girl, like every morning picked her and her mothers plate before washing it and walking out of the house a bit after 8:10 AM.

Walking in to her first class of the day about 25 minutes late (like usual) she smiled her sweetest smile at her professor “I apologies, Miss Blake.” And quietly make her way to her usual seat in the middle of the class in between Jughead and Veronica.

“Again?” Veronica whisper-yelled, still stunned at the fact that her friend somehow always broke the rules but never got in trouble.

“We don’t all have cars to get to school on time.’‘  Y/N whispered back with a wink.

’'Why don’t you wake up sooner then?”

“Because your mum likes to be late.” She giggled, “And i get home at 5 AM most of the nights.”

“I really don’t understand how you’re this happy after two hours of sleep.” Jughead joined the girl’s whispered conversation.

“Magic.”

After waiting that all the kids walk out Y/N made her way to Miss Blake’s table with a small note that she wrote during her class and signed as her mother, which some new excuse why she was late again.

“This will have to  end.” Miss Blake said looking up at the girl in front of her.

“Yes, ma'am.” The girl smiled before waking out of the classroom, without waiting for the professor's  reply.

“That was incredibly badass.” Kevin said, when Y/N passed him and Betty who were waiting for her outside the classroom. “You’re like a total angel one second and then an absolute bad girl the second.” He continued narrating, making both girls roll their eyes.

“Dramatic much?” Y/N said before hooking her arms trough Betty’s and Kevin’s as they made their way.

“It’s in his blood, he can’t help it.” Betty said making them both laugh and Kevin roll his eyes.

“Finally the last class of the day!” Veronica almost yells as the whole gang was walking to their last class that they all had together.

“Yes! Ugh I would do anything for a nap right now.” Y/N said wrapping an arm around Kevin’s waist who quickly mimicked her by slipping his arm around her shoulder letting her lean on to him as they waited outside the classroom for the bell to ring.  “So… Still seeing that cute black haired boy with a serious bad boy vibe?” She smiles up at her friend.

“Mhm, We have a date tonight.” Kevin told the gang proudly.

“Ooo will i have the pleasure of being your waitress?” Y/N smiled, knowing that the usual 'date destination’ in River dale was The Pop’s.

“I don’t know, he said he’s planing it.”

“Aww that’s so cute!!” Veronica joined it, making all of us nod in agreement.

“Well have fun.” Betty said just as the bell rand and all of the teenagers walked in to the classroom and took their seat.

“Juggy, going to Pop’s?” Y/N asked her friend as they walked out of the school, knowing that he’ll probably, like everyday, go to the diner to write his little novel.

“Yep.”

“Thank god, then you can carry me, cause I’m half dead.” The girl joked as they started walking.

“Sure.” He said giving her his school bag and lifting her on his back.

“I was kidding!” She giggled, but held on to the boy’s shoulder.

“I know, but you really have been working your ass off so, your lil ass deserves a lil break.” He smiled as she lied her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“FYI my lil ass isn’t that little!” She said proudly.

“I've  noticed.” He said and they both laughed just as they passed a Red truck that seemed very familiar to Y/N. But she just shrugged it off.

About 10 minutes later they could already see The Pop’s in front of them. “Put me down so your arms wont fall off.” Y/N  said tapping her friends head.

“It’s fine really.”

“Put me down mister. Or i will tickle you till we both end up on the ground.” She said, surprised and impressed he even carried her this far.

“Fine fine” He laughed letting her jump off and give him his school bag.

“Have you been working out?” She asked hooking her arm trough his.

“Maybe.”

“Ooo is there a reason?”

“There’s this girl..”

“Oo Archie?” Y/n said making the boy next to her laugh.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Call it sixth sense.”

“It’s Betty.”

“Really? Does she know?”

“Not yet. But she will, eventually.” He said his stare drifting in to the distance.

“Wow, good job making it emo af.” Y/N said  and both of them laughed again, just as they made it to the diner.

“The usual?” She asked and walked away as soon as he nodded a yes. She changed and brought Juggie his milkshake and fries before leaving him to write his masterpiece.

Once again it was 11 PM again and The Pop’s started to look empty again. This was the first time that day that Y/N could take a little break and actually breath a little. She walked over to one of the bar stools and sat down, letting her mind go back to the night before.

“Did i really do that?” She whispers to herself, and without noticing her fingers touched her lip. She closed her eyes remembering how his lips felt on hers and how his beard felt against her smooth cheek. She could imagine him in front of her, she could feel  his presence next to her, hell, she could almost smell his cologne. Musky, mixed with smoke and alcohol. It felt too real.

She opened her eyes slowly and it took her a second to let them refocus, making her let out a high pitched scream as she saw a figure in front of her.

“Hey, hey, it’s me.” The man in front of her said, gently putting his hand on her tight to calm her down.

“FP?” She finally realized who was in front of her. “Damn you! You scared the living shit out of me!” She said catching her breath as she hit his chest lightly a couple of times making him laugh.

“I waited. Thought you would open your eyes.” He said with a chuckle.

“You could of say Hi, like a normal person.” She said grabbing his  jacket to seem more serious.

“I could but the view was just to pretty to disturb.” He said, that smirk back on his lips. “What were you thinking about? You seemed… Content.”

“Cake.” She lied with a small blush creeping on her cheeks.

“You don’t eat cake.” He said shortly, steeping closer to her, making it difficult for her to focus.

“Damn you for actually paying attention to me when i talk.” She let out a laugh.

“So baby girl, what were you thinking about?” He said using his hand on her thigh to push her legs apart and stepping in between them.

“You.” She said without thinking, his presence and the nickname making her melt in to him.

“What about me?” He pressed again.

“Your lips.” She said, her eyes falling down to his lips, both of her hands now lazily resting on his shoulders.

“Is that so?” He said knowing exactly what he’s doing to her.

“Mhm.” she nodded, biting her lip.

Now it was his turn to be at lost for words and she noticed.

“Have you been thinking about me, FP?” She said in a low tone, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck, letting her fingers play with the ends of his hair.

“You have no idea.” He said as she licked her lip, bringing them closer together. That was it he moved in closer, he couldn’t wait any longer but she pulled away teasingly. “That’s how you gonna play?” He said, amusement in his voice.

“Mhm.” She smiled a vicious smile bringing them closer again, bearably letting their lips touch. She bit his lower lip making him groan and squeeze her thighs needing more of her.

“Duty calls.” She said as she noticed a couple of teenagers about to make their way in to the diner so she quickly pushed FP away before jumping of the stool, hoping that no one realizes what they were doing a second ago.

FP realized what’s going on when the teenagers walked inside and sat down on the stool Y/N was sat on before. 'This girl is gonna be the death of me.’ He thought to himself as he watched her make her way over to the table the kids have now occupated. 

“Hello! What  can I get you guys?” She said effortlessly and all of the teenagers acted like they knew her, which they did, she was friends with literally everyone and that just made  FP more fascinated by her.

“I’ll bring you our order  in a couple of minutes.” She said after chatting with the group for  a while.

Walking behind the bar she sent FP a naughty smile that caused him to rise his eyebrow, wondering what she was thinking. She started making the smoothies the group on the other side of the diner ordered and about 2 minutes later she had two trays full of milkshakes and drinks in her hands which she carried around like it was nothing. 

“Here you go guys.” She smiled as she carefully but easily put the trays down on the table full of people.  “That will be 24 dollars.” She told them and talked them for their money before walking back to the bar.

“Beer?” She asked FP who’s eyes never left her.

“Please.” He nodded and she turned around and reached for the glass on the top shelf (even if there were many more accessible  glasses on the lower shelf but she knew that if she stretched her dress will rise and she knew exactly he would be looking). Grabbing the glass she quickly turned around letting him know she caught him looking at her ass with a wink as she filled his glass with beer and gave it to him with a sweet and innocent smile.

“Here you go.” She put  her elbows on the edge off the bar and let her head rest on her hands as she watched him take a drink of his beer. Her uniform already showing off her cleavage. “Is it just me or is it hot in here?” She started as she undid the top button of her uniform. As they were, thankfully facing away from the teenagers, there is no way they would know what is going on with the two.

“I’m pretty sure it’s you.’'  He said taking another drink of his beer, not even trying to hide where his stare was focused.

’'Damn, you’re probably right.” She said biting her lip as she undid another button.

“Keep doing that, baby girl, and i wont care that there are people here. A man like me only has so much will power.” He said taking one oh her hands in his. From far away this could be mistaken for a gesture of love or even an attempt at being romantic. but no. They both knew it was a gesture of showing dominance.

She wiggled her hand free and spun around getting herself a glass of wine as he drank his  beer, buttoning her buttons shut again with a confident smile on her face.

“So would you be so kind and give me a ride again?” She smiled after they both stayed quiet for a minute or two, letting their eyes do the talking.

“Anything for you, baby girl.” He said, judging by the look in her dark eyes that she wanted a different kind of ride as well.

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anonymous asked:

I've noticed Jensen shuts down or says Destiel doesn't exist only when he does panels with Jared. But when he does panels with Misha he gives or tries to give a more honest meaningful answer about their characters relationship. He doesn't shut it down so quickly. Thoughts?

So like I said in the previous post  [x], I feel like this has less to do with the specific question being asked, and more to do with Jensen’s overall personality. Now let me preface this by saying, I don’t think that Jensen loves Jared more than Misha or vice versa—I think they’re both his best friends and he loves them equally. Their friendships are different however, and that makes all the difference in how Jensen acts when he is alone with either of them. Age has a lot to do with it; and I will use myself as an example here: I have (had … one passed away) two best friends who I adore with all my heart. One friend is younger than me by a few years, and the other was my age—older only by a couple months. Although I love them equally, I acted completely different with each one when we’d hang out. My younger best friend is like my little sister. I want to protect her first and foremost. I feel like that’s my job, so even though we can both get crazy and silly when we’re out and about, my first reaction whenever she suggests going on some new adventure, is to be calm, subdued and think “is this a good idea?” because—well, that’s the role I’ve always played in our friendship. I am the older, “wiser”, moral compass of the two and I need to help her navigate the best paths through life.

Now my other best friend … she and I always got into stupid situations together—and I was usually the one spearheading those plans. We would be loud and obnoxious and weird, because we weren’t necessarily “looking out for one another” (although, we did that too) but we were always trying to push each other a little further outside of our comfort zones. We saw ourselves in each other, and therefore, we saw our strengths and our weaknesses for what they were, and we tried to improve our lives—together. Whenever one of us got too “protective” of the other, it usually caused conflict, because neither of us played that role in the relationship. We were “equals” when it came to authority … and I think that is more the way Jensen and Misha see one another. Jensen looks at Misha as that crazy guy with no inhibitions whom he wants to be like; so when they’re together one on one, it’s like he has permission to let down his guard. When Jensen’s with Jared however, he needs to be in that big brother-protector mode. He watches over Jared as the guy explores his own limits.—  and don’t get me wrong, I think Jensen loves that role. That’s a deeply ingrained position for him, not just because that’s what he plays opposite of Jared on the show, but Jensen is a big brother in real life, and he’s used to being that protective watchman for his little brother and sister as well. I know I love being that person for my younger best friend (as well as my biological younger sister). I love being the one she can lean on, depend on, look up to. It’s very important to me and I think it’s extremely important to Jensen. Just look at how he acted when Jared had to leave Rome early because he was having a hard time with his depression. Jensen wanted nothing more than to protect that man, and he was a little anxious since Jared wasn’t within eyesight—he wanted to be able to make sure that he was okay.

So how does this affect the way he answers questions, you ask (to finally get back to the matter at hand) well, everything that I already pointed out, explains why Jensen responds differently in similar situations. When he and Jared are on stage, Jared usually does most of the talking, and Jensen jumps in when he feels it’s necessary. And any question that a fan asks him directly is usually answered in a brief and vague sort of way. Jensen is not long-winded when he’s on stage with Jared because his focus wants to be on Jared. He wants to be able to stand back a bit and “keep watch” and that’s easier when Jared is the one doing all the talking, so Jensen will keep his own answers brief.

With Misha however, he doesn’t need to be the protector (in fact, he might need a protector from some of Misha’s craziness every now and then … which is why Jared and Misha can get along so well).  So he can break into these long winded, deep, enthusiastic answers to questions because he knows that Misha is perfectly fine in the meantime, and probably doing something crazy behind him while he talks. So no matter what question he’s answering, whether it’s something simple or something about ships or what have you—Jensen will speak more, be more open, be more free with his words because he doesn’t have to take things as seriously with Misha around. More likely than not, if things start getting too serious on stage, Jensen knows he can count on Misha to break the tension at just the right time.

With my best friend who was a little older than me—I knew that when I started to get a little too loud, a little too crazy, she would always be there to quiet me down and to distract other people from my awkwardness. I think that’s how Jensen and Misha’s friendship works. Their reactions have nothing to do with any specific question that they get asked, and everything to do with the roles Jensen, Jared and Misha all play in each other’s lives. Each one is vital to who they are, and they all managed to slip perfectly into those places. They each fit together like puzzle pieces, and the final image is that of three best friends who make each other so happy and feel so complete, that their joy becomes infectious and radiates through anyone who sees it.

So we need to stop assuming that one particular action or one particular response is a blanket-emotion for Jensen’s (or anyone’s) life. Every situation is unique, but if you dig deep enough, you can find the real reason why someone reacts the way they do—and nine times out of ten, it’ll be due to love and a feeling of necessity rather than one of hate and loathing.

Jensen is a complex human being, but when it comes to Jared and Misha—his mannerisms become pretty simple. He loves them both. They’re both his best friends, and no one, solitary moment on stage is going to prove otherwise.

anonymous asked:

I'VE BEEN WAITING TO ASK THIS FOR SO LONG But Scenario where Tendou is kinda teasing his s/o about her anxiety disorder and she usually just laughs it off but he accidentally hits really close to home and she just snaps and ends up calling him " a monster"? You can take this wherever you want but can it have a fluffy ending? I dunno I love your blog I've heard from many mutuals that you're the woman to go to for quality Tendou's gah thank you

I’ve actually never written a fight on this blog??? This should be interesting? Also, mdr, “the woman to go to for quality Tendou,” as if Tendou is a drug and I’m a dealer. Well… I mean… metaphorically… I suppose… witty…

Also Tendou has a roommate?? Can he be classified as an OC? He doesn’t have a name? 

Also it takes place in the same universe as this thing everyone loves just to let you know ack I”M RAMBLING SORRY


__ was always patient. Perhaps, Tendou pondered, that was what made them so compatible. She had always been so unwaveringly tolerant of the way he ran his mouth, whether he was over-enthused or over-thinking, Tendou couldn’t think of one time where she hadn’t been calm. Although Tendou knew tempests arise out of the calmest tropical waters, and he swam out too far and got caught in one.


“__, how’s it feel?”

__ barely spared him a glance as her eyes darted between him and the textbook she was studying. Friday nights had become a ritual between them; him wanting to do anything that didn’t involve himself being alone, and her much rather utilizing her time with her nose in a book. She’d come over, study, or at least, try to with him occupying the space next to her on the bed. There had been an odd feeling in Tendou’s gut all day now, and watching her comb through pages made him even more uneasy.

“How does what feel?” She said, albeit absent. Tendou figured he could’ve said anything then and she wouldn’t really pick up on it.

“To be so anxious all the time?”

She had definitely heard him, though. She was used to questions like this, she had to have been, by now, at least. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked up at him, the softness of her face turning downwards.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She pondered, rolling her eyes and directing her attention back on her book. Tendou didn’t fail to notice the way her grip tightened around the edges of the cover, though. Her knuckles were practically white.

“It means exactly what you think it means. Does it suck to be afraid of everything?” He waited for her standoffish, sarcastic remark to come, they usually came flying in seconds after he had insulted her, but there was nothing, silence. The only noise was the sudden dull ‘thump’ of heavy pages closing in on each other.

“I… I’m not really afraid of everything. It’s… it’s complex in the way that-”

“Oh? Are you stuttering?” Tendou laughed, which he shouldn’t have, because the already crooked expression on her face tensed up even more. “Am I making you anxious?”

“Why are you acting like this?” The tone of her voice was broken just above a whisper. She was looking straight at him a minute ago but now she didn’t even dare look up in his general direction. Her fingers slipped off the side of the bed and started feeling around for the straps of her bag. Her eyes never left their place on the floor.

“Acting like what?” Tendou scooted closer to her, only for her to stand up, immediately, and almost topple over. “Oh, __, don’t tell me your social anxiety is getting so bad that you can’t even talk to your own boyfriend, hm?”

The room was silent for a moment, her back turned to his and the only noise to be heard was the soft tick-ticks of his roommates clock. The noise to break the monotony was a sniffle, just loud enough to be heard, and Tendou wasn’t sure it was coming from her or him.

“__..?” Tendou muttered, pondering whether or not he should stand up and reach to her. “Listen, are you really that upset, ‘cause-”

That’s when she turned around to face him, her cheeks ruby red and not in the way he liked. There were tears rolling down her cheeks, not enough to be considered a cry, but enough to express the way her broken eyes glistened in the dim light of his desk lamp. There were very few instances he had ever seen __ cry, once over a hurt pigeon they saw hobbling around campus, and another over the likelihood of him. Although, the other time didn’t break her heart like this did.

“Y’know…” Her voice wasn’t broken like he’d expect it to be. It ran flat, stoic, like a recording of something that wasn’t human. “I think it’s really funny that I’ve put up with every single piece of your shit, but you can’t even accept a little bit of mine.”

“__…”

Don’t” She stated, loud, clear. It echoed off the walls and Tendou was sure it was loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “I think it’s really funny how I’ve actually cried with you over your own mental problems but you can’t even accept the fact that I overthink. Don’t you? That I sometimes actually stress myself out over problems that aren’t even mine but I get made fun of because I can get exceptionally nervous?” Her voice wasn’t flat anymore, it was cracking. It was louder and tainted with the slightest hint of anger, but she wasn’t angry. Not yet.

“That’s petty, __. Don’t use the “I think it’s really funny how” line on me.” Tendou stood up from the bed, and she moved back. Her bag was still dangling from her hand.

“I have every right to be petty. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Well excu-use me for not realizing you wouldn’t take a joke!”

“My mental health isn’t a joke, Satori!”

“Well you treat it like one!”

The room fell silent once again, __’s bloodshot eyes widening. Another tear slipped down her cheeks. She was silent, the lips she had been gnawing on, agape.

You…” She muttered, slinging her bag over her shoulder without breaking eye contact with him.

“__, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Really? What did you mean then?” She cocked her head, taking a few steps away from him again. Tendou didn’t reply, he couldn’t. “You’re so selfish! I actually cannot believe this! Do you ever hear me making depression jokes? Have I ever once put you down for anything wrong with you?”

No, but it’s not like it would be the end of the world if you did!”

“Really? Really? I was fine before Satori. I really would’ve been fine with a little “sorry” and I would’ve cut it. But I’m a joke? Am I just a joke to you?”

“You’re damn acting like one! What’s wrong with you today?”

“What’s wrong with me today?” She was all but screaming now, hands balled into fists and shoved in her pockets. “God, you know what, you really are a monster. Goodnight, Satori.”

She turned around on her heel and stormed towards the door. He wasn’t sure what the plunging feeling in his chest was, but he was honest it was the closest thing to heartbreak. When he saw her tugging at the doorknob with shaking hands, that’s when he knew he had seriously, horrendously, ultimately, fucked up. There was something else in him though, something other than sadness, that made him storm up to her and yank her away from the door.

“I’m a monster, huh?” He spat, his hand tight around her knuckles as he loomed over her, pushing her back into the living area.

“Yes.” She scrunched up her nose and licked her lips, watching him tentatively to make the next move. “You’re a monster.”

“I really don’t get why you have to be so over-fucking-dramatic about this! Why couldn’t you’ve just told me to shut the fuck up! I would’ve!”

“Really? Would you? You don’t work like that, Satori, I know you.” She hissed through her teeth and yanked her hand away from his, her nail accidentally cutting the side of his thumb. She didn’t notice, and neither did he.

“You don’t know shit about me.”

“I don’t? I really don’t? Satori, you’ve told your entire sob story a million times! “Oh I got bullied,” “oh everyone hates me.” I can see why!”

Tendou was at a loss for words at this point, the plunging, surging in his veins making him feel cold. He should’ve known it was a bad idea to pick at her, someone who really did know him better than he did himself. She could disassemble him and put him back together if she wanted, and most importantly, break him down. He didn’t even feel like shouting anymore, if he was being honest. He pushed himself to, anyways.

“You’re being a real bitch, __. Do you even know what you’re saying?”

“I’m well fucking aware of what I’m saying!”

“Then why are you saying it?”

__ paused for a moment, gnawing at her lips again. Tears were still running down her face yet she didn’t let her aggressive facade down.

“God, its because I love you!” She shouted, turning around and heading for the door. “I love you and it really fucking hurts when it seems like you don’t love me, okay?”

“It doesn’t seem like you love me.”

“Well I do. I care about your opinion more than your shitty little brain could ever articulate. That’s why I’m overreacting. That’s why I can’t just tell you to shut up.” She paused for a moment, looking at him from the doorstep, wanting to say more, Tendou knew because her lips were pursed together so tight he was afraid she’d split one.

“Goodnight, Satori.” She spared him one last glance before slamming the door behind her, and her hurried footsteps clambered down the hall.

Tendou felt empty in the void of his dorm. He sat down on the edge of his bed and rested his face in his hands, and much to his surprise, when he sat back up, his fingertips were wet. He had definitely messed up.


 It had been three days since the argument. Tendou really didn’t realize how much he depended on another person until he found himself locked up in his dorm the entire weekend, along with the entire following Monday. He had missed all his classes for the day, but ultimately, he didn’t care. It had been a while since he had felt this disgusting, the last time he could recall was losing his last match of senior year. He couldn’t even classify this feeling as sadness, there were too many other feelings mixed in for him to just be sad. He felt guilty, disgusted, livid, his mood was a cesspool of negativity. His roommate had teasingly pointed out that he looked like shit, to which Tendou had wholeheartedly accepted. The lack of sarcasm made his roommate threaten to call the RA, which he didn’t, just tugged the bed sheet off of him and forced him out of the room to go take a shower.

“Call your girlfriend before you die in here.” His roommate had joked, “Or maybe I’ll just let you die, I’d get a 4.0 sympathy GPA from the board.”

It wasn’t until Tuesday night when Tendou mustered up the courage to send her a text. Usually she responded in seconds, but this response was delayed by hours. She ignored his message of “can we talk?” and jumped to, “I’m coming over.” Tendou didn’t mind, he worked well with confrontation. Though, he was definitely worried another argument would strike, that would be the last thing he’d want. His roommate was spending the night at his boyfriend’s dorm, but if he were to still drop by somehow, he’d hate for him to be caught up in an argument.

At six-thirty on the dot, there came a knock on his door. He figured he must look like a wreck, his last shower was Sunday morning, and he hadn’t slept much since then, either. He dragged himself over to answer her, though. Before he had the chance to open the door, she knocked again, which, for some reason, made his stomach lurch. There was the possibility that he was a bit nervous.

He swallowed thickly, swallowing his pride along with it, and cracked the door open, fumbling with the locks on the sides before he swung it open all the way. __ said nothing, just looked up at him, her eyes just as tired as his. Neither said anything but both could tell it wasn’t a very smart idea for both of them to be away from each other for so long.

“I’m sorry.” Is what broke their silence, and Tendou’s heart was racing too fast to tell whether it came from her or him.

“No, I’m sorry.” __ peeped next, so it was safe for Tendou to assume he had spoken without thinking. “I said some shit I shouldn’t have and I’m really, really, sorry.”

“You wouldn’t ‘ve had to say that if I didn’t start it.” Tendou tentatively placed his hand on her shoulder, pulling her inside and shutting the door behind her. As soon as the lock clicked, __’s weight collapsed underneath him, dragging him down to the floor and up against the wall with her.

“I forgive you…” She muttered into the crook of his neck, her arms tight around his waist. “And I never meant anything I said that night. You’re not a monster, I promise you, you’re not. It was so shallow of me to even mention all of that and I wasn’t even thinking about how you’d feel and… I’m so sorry…” She fumbled over her words, lifting her head up to reveal tears in her eyes.

“You’re forgiven.” He smiled, uncoiling one arm from around her neck to thumb away a fallen tear. “I’ve never seen you cry this much, y’know.”

“The shit I said wasn’t true, but everything else was.”

“That whole caring about me thing?”

She nodded, her eyes breaking away from his to look down at her lap. “It’s pathetic, huh?”

“I don’t think it’s pathetic.” Tendou tilted her chin up with his fingertips, and pressed a soft, forgiving kiss on her lips. “I could say the same about you.”

“We’re fucked, aren’t we? Is this what it feels like to be in love?”

“Mhm…” Tendou hummed, a smile on his face as he kissed __ again.

“Disgusting.” She muttered. “I love it.”

Tendou found himself laughing, pulling __ closer to his chest and holding her against him. The time rolled by, the ticks on his roommates clock filling a comfortable silence instead of an empty one. Maybe him and __ weren’t compatible because of her patience and his unwillingness to ever shut up. They were undeniably compatible, though, and he couldn’t waste his time thinking of why. All he knew was that she was right for him, right in his arms, and everything was alright.


My mom always told me when I was little, that if anyone ever did me wrong, I was to always say “You are forgiven” instead of “It’s alright” or “It’s okay.” Because if you tell them that what they did wrong was okay, they’ll believe it, and keeping thinking that hurting you is okay, and they’ll do it again. Always say “you’re forgiven”, because that shows that you won’t tolerate their mistake again. 

The Three List | Barry & Iris | Script Fic
  • Barry: Hey, Iris?
  • Iris: Yeah, hun?
  • Barry: Do you remember when you were with Eddie & you told me about your 3's list?
  • Iris: My 3's list?
  • Barry: Yeah, you know, three guys you could cheat on Eddie with.
  • Iris: *snorts* oh, right. My 3 list.
  • Barry: You don't still HAVE that, do you?
  • Iris: *blinks* What?
  • Barry: Your 3 list. Do you still have it?
  • Iris: Uh...probably somewhere. Why?
  • Barry: *clears throat* I was just wondering if Oliver was still on it.
  • Iris: *smirks & crawls over to him* Babe, you know that's not a serious thing, right?
  • Barry: what do you mean?
  • Iris: *laughs* even if Oliver had given my fangirl self the time of day when I was with Eddie, I wouldn't have slept with him.
  • Barry: *blinks* you wouldn't have?
  • Iris: *laughs* Who do you think I am, Bear? You think 'he's on my three list!' would've sufficed if Eddie had caught us in bed together?
  • Barry: *blushes fiercely* No, I guess not.
  • Iris: *cups face* Babe, you've got nothing to worry about. *kisses him* You're the only one I want.
  • Barry: *after many kisses & sweet nothings whispered* But is Oliver still--
  • Iris: *rolls eyes & gets off him* oh, for crying out loud.
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, I didn't mean-
  • Iris: You most certainly did. *starts to walk away*
  • Barry: *panics* Iris-
  • Iris: Calm down. I'll be right back. *dashes up the stairs & comes back 10 minutes later* Found it!
  • Barry: *shifts towards her, eyes wide* What did you... *spots piece of paper she's holding* Oh.
  • Iris: *hands paper over* Take a look for yourself.
  • Barry: *scans list of names & frowns* He's still on it.
  • Iris: Mhmm.
  • Barry: This doesn't make me feel any better, Iris.
  • Iris: *crosses arms* that's the original list. I only updated it once, a couple months after I'd moved in with Eddie.
  • Barry: *still frowning* where's that one?
  • Iris: *makes circling motion with her finger*
  • Barry: *checks the other side* This one looks pretty much the same. I don't see-- *jaw drops*
  • Iris: *starts to grin* See something you like, hun?
  • Barry: Am...Am I...? *squeaks*
  • Iris: *nods* Mhmm.
  • Barry: I'm in the number 2 spot!
  • Iris: That's one above Oliver, I believe.
  • Barry: *still gawking* I don't understand.
  • Iris: *comes & sits next to him on the couch* After you told me how you felt when I was with Eddie, I had a lot of feelings that I didn't know how to deal with. Then when Eddie got all secretive on me I started thinking about you even more, and how my best friend would NEVER keep secrets from me the way my boyfriend was doing.
  • Barry: *winces* sarcasm is warranted.
  • Iris: in the past. *waves it off*
  • Barry: *swallows hard & nods*
  • Iris: That night when I came back to my dad's & you were there reassuring me, I felt like that was a safe place to put them. My feelings for you.
  • Barry: On your 3 list?
  • Iris: *nods* On my 3 list.
  • Barry: Did Eddie ever see it?
  • Iris: *laughs* Are you kidding? If Eddie had seen the updated version, he would've figured out what was up right away, even before I did.
  • Barry: And what was up?
  • Iris: *smiles & gently kisses him* I was in love with my best friend.
  • Barry: *has warm fuzzies* Iris...
  • Iris: So, you can keep that if you like. Oliver's name is still on it - BENEATH yours though. I don't have a need for it anymore. I haven't looked at it until today in over two years.
  • Barry: Yeah?
  • Iris: *nuzzles & kisses* yeah. You're all I want, Bear. If I can't have you, there's no one else I want. Not even a one night stand with a celebrity.
  • Barry: *smiles*
  • Iris: Do YOU have a 3 list? *raises eyebrows*
  • Barry: WHAT? *squeaks*
  • Iris: You heard me.
  • Barry: Iris.
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *sighs & then laughs* I have a 1 list.
  • Iris: *eyebrow furrow* What's a 1 list?
  • Barry: *pulls out wallet & digs out tiny scrap of paper inside & hands it to her* Same thing as a 3 list. Except mine only has 1 name on it.
  • Iris: *jaw drops when she reads it* I'M the only name on your 3 list??
  • Barry: *grins & pulls her close* Yep.
  • Iris: But of all he gorgeous celebrities, even SCIENCE NERDS, you only chose--
  • Barry: You're the only one I've wanted since the day that I met you.
  • Iris: *teary-eyed* Barry...
  • Barry: Getting a chance with you? 10 times better than any hook up with ANY celebrity.
  • Iris: *sighs contently & kisses him* I love you, Barry Allen.
  • Barry: I love you, Iris West.
  • Iris: *nuzzles & pulls away after a while* So what are you going to do with my 3 list?
  • Barry: Give it back to you. *hands it over* You decide what to do with it.
  • Iris: *grins* Mmk. *pecks him in the cheek, stands up & heads to the roaring fireplace*
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, what are you doing?! *speeds over*
  • Iris: Getting rid of it. I don't need it anymore.
  • Barry: Well, maybe you should keep it. You know, as a keepsake.
  • Iris: *eyes him suspiciously* Why do you want it?
  • Barry: *I* don't want it. It's yours. I gave it back to you. So you--
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *swallows* I mean, you ranked me ABOVE Oliver, so...
  • Iris: OHMYGOD. *rolls eyes & shoves it into his hand* You keep it. It'll be YOUR keepsake. *walks back to the couch & sits down*
  • Barry: It's not really MINE, so--
  • Iris: *gives him THE LOOK* one more word, Barry, and I WILL throw it to the flames. Not even your superspeed will stop me.
  • Barry: *nods & swallows* Right. *tucks paper into pocket & comes to sit next to her* So...
  • Iris: *raises eyebrow*
  • Barry: Now what?
  • Iris: *irritation fades away & she pulls him close, kissing him* Now I get some one-on-one time with #2 on my 3 list.
  • Barry: *pulls back after a few kisses* I thought you just said--
  • Iris: I swear to God, Barry, if you don't just kiss me--
  • Barry: *speeds them up their bedroom, drops her on the bed & takes off t-shirt, then hovers over her & kisses her, lingering*
  • Iris: *moans* Don't tell my boyfriend about this. He'll be extremely jealous.
  • Barry: *restrains groan* On my life. *mutters & kisses her again*
  • ...
  • A/N: Just did (as of 4/2/17) a bit of an edit, b/c I watched the 1.08 scene & realized it's actually called a 'three' list, not a 'threes' list. So I changed all those & added a short line to something Iris said early on.
I've Got You

Pairing:
Bruce Banner X Reader
Hulk x Reader

Request Prompt:
Idk if you ever got a request such as this, but I was wondering, could you do a reader x Bruce or hulk, the prompt is how would Bruce or hulk reacting and handle if the reader is depressed

Warnings: Mentions of depression, angst and my fave thing gentle giant Domestic!Hulk

I want to thank the beautiful Anon who suggested this. I actually have catatonic depression. So this subject hits home. Remember your feelings are ALWAYS valid.

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