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anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm not sure, maybe you've already wrote something like this in other requests (I don't remember all your hc although I love your works!). Maybe you want to write hc about mc and her s/o had a very bad fight. The reason was stupid and it was s/o fault that they fought so badly, but now mc is really mad. How will rfa+Saeran+V make up with her?

Aww thank you! We do have one where the fight is MC’s fault here. So here you go~ Enjoy!


  • He was off for the evening for the first time in a long time
  • But when he asked you to go out with him, you told him you already had made plans with other friends
  • It really shouldn’t have been a big deal, but Zen blew up about it–mostly because the stress of late hours was getting to him
  • “I honestly feel like I’m more invested in this relationship than you are. You can’t even take one night off for me?”
  • All he remembers after he said those words is that you abruptly hung up on him
  • A few days go by and he cools off
  • And he starts thinking more about what he said and how stupid it was
  • You were always supporting him, and it was selfish for him to say something like that
  • You weren’t answering his texts or calls, so he goes to your apartment
  • He’s waiting at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a box of your favorite chocolates
  • You don’t even have the chance to let him in as he’s showering you with apologies
  • You listen to him, but you also say you need to talk it out
  • You assure him that you’ve been pretty busy this month, and you didn’t mean to brush him off
  • In order to compromise, you two set aside one weekend a month that is reserved only for you two


  • You had been wanting to meet your parents, since you’ve already met his
  • He keeps saying he can’t because of his work and school
  • But really he’s just scared he’ll be a disappointment, so he’s avoiding it
  • You keep asking him at intervals, because it really was important to you
  • On top of it, you keep talking about all this stuff you had to do
  • He doesn’t even know why he said, but it slipped out of his mouth, “You’re turning into such a nag, MC.You’re not the only one with stuff to do.” 
  • You recoil and just quietly mumble, “Sorry. Didn’t know I was such a bother”
  • Yoosung is too ashamed to say anything, so he watches as you quietly leave
  • Within the hour, he’s spamming your phone with apologies
  • When you don’t respond, he feels so horrible and guilty
  • He has no idea how to make it up to you
  • He starts thinking about all the other things you were “nagging” him about and realized how much work you were piled with in addition to trying to make time for him
  • He writes down as many as he can and starts getting them done for you
  • As the days go on, you started to notice a lot of those errands you had to do were already done
  • You knew it was Yoosung, so you finally go to see him
  • He hesitantly gives you a hug and mutters another apology
  • He promises to go see your parents that weekend and also asks that you tell him when you’re getting overwhelmed with stuff


  • Business at the cafe was booming
  • Jaehee just didn’t realize how on edge she was, as she was very task oriented
  • She tried to make sure everything was perfect, which meant she was cutting in the middle of your work if it wasn’t done fast enough or in a certain way
  • You calmly approach her and say you’re worried she’s taking too much on herself
  • But she takes it wrong in her stress, “Are you accusing me of being a control freak? Fine. Take all the work if you want.”
  • You get really quiet and leave the cafe to go home
  • You call in sick for the next three days, and Jaehee starts to get nervous thinking she really messed up
  • She realizes you were right about the work load and pull an all nighter trying to set up a better scheule
  • She presents it to you and tries to be professional, but in the middle she just kind of breaks down and apologizes
  • She admits that she really misses your presence, not just while working but afterwards
  • Of course, you forgive her and you two make an effort to always be honest about work and stress and your feelings


  • It had been a little while since you’ve been married
  • And he was against you working, since there really was no financial need
  • This was always a touchy subject, but since he’d been away on business trips a lot, you were getting lonely doing nothing in the penthouse
  • When he gets back from his long, no so successful trip, you bring up the working thing again
  • He takes everything you say wrongly and snaps, “I’m trying to make you as happy as possible. At least try to be grateful.”
  • You’re taken aback a little before you reply evenly, “How can I be happy when you won’t even let me have a purpose besides being trapped in this house?”
  • You storm into your room and lock the door behind you
  • Jumin collapses on the couch in exhaustion
  • After drifting in and out of sleep, he calms down and his head clears
  • And he realizes what an incredible mistake he made
  • He tries to go apologize, but you won’t open the door for him
  • So he sits down with his back against the door and starts giving his apology
  • When he’s done, he just waits patiently against the door
  • You eventually decide to leave the room, and you’re surprised to find him still leaning against the door
  • He looks up at you with these sorrowful eyes and you can’t help but forgive him 
  • But you still want to talk things out
  • He agrees and you two are just sitting on the floor in your hall working things out
  • By the end, you’re crying, he’s holding you, and you two have come to an agreement that makes you both happy


  • You’ve been trying to help him break some of his bad habits and start taking care of himself
  • Normally, he didn’t mind
  • But lately, with everything going on with Saeran, he’d had a lack of sleep and also had been going through a rough time
  • Those self-deprecating thoughts started creeping in again and he felt like dirt already
  • You had found he’d skipped a few meals and hadn’t been getting any exercise to clear his mind
  • So, you gave him some gentle scolding
  • But he took it to heart and lashed out, “If you think I’m that incapable, why do you even bother hanging around? I don’t ask you to come by this often.”
  • There’s a moment of tense silence before you just throw your hands up
  • “Fine. I’m out.”
  • He hears you slam the door behind you as you leave his apartment
  • He gets into his broody mood for a few hours before he cools off
  • He just feels so horrible, and he knows you’re just trying to help him
  • He knows you’re not going to take his calls, so he just goes to your apartment
  • You open the door because you’re not expecting him
  • He’s holding up a bag full of your favorite take out
  • He gives you a sheepish smile, “See…now you can see if I’m eating?”
  • You still give him the silent treatment while you eat, but you feel a little less angry after eating
  • He apologizes and you two talk through some things before you’re back to your normal selves cuddling on the couch


  • He was having a bad few days dealing with his emotions and things resurfacing
  • You try to help by asking him questions about how he feels and just talking soothingly
  • He gets really irritated and just cracks
  • “You’re so annoying. Just shut up!”
  • You’re really hurt by this, so you just kind of fade out and leave
  • He knows right away that it affected you, but he doesn’t bother going after you
  • He thinks it’s probably a good thing anyway for you to get some space
  • But after nearly a week of not hearing from you, he starts to get worried
  • He’s also starting to miss you
  • He tries to call you, but he goes to voicemail
  • He leaves a string of messages throughout the day
  • You legitimately weren’t by your phone, but he just thinks you finally got fed up and left him
  • His apologies are so heartfelt that you forgive him after listening to all his messages
  • You find him right away to work things out
  • He agrees to try to be more sensitive to you, and you try to be more understanding of when he gets into one of his phases


  • He had been putting off eye surgery for quite awhile
  • And you knew he was hiding a reason behind his procrastination
  • So, you kept pushing him to get it
  • He just feels like you don’t understand and he’s getting on edge about it
  • He gives you a lot of silent treatment and subtly makes cutting remarks
  • But this only makes you feel horrible about it, and finally your feelings just burst out
  • “If this is about keeping ties with your past…or with Rika…just tell me instead of keeping everything secret. I thought we were done with that.”
  • You walk out and everything clicks to place in his head
  • He knew you were right about keeping secrets, and he knew his behavior wasn’t acceptable
  • He types out a letter as best as he can with his good eye
  • In it, he apologizes and promises to become a better person for you
  • He also includes some other sweet things
  • He goes to your place and slips the letter under your door
  • When you read it, you can feel your heart melting
  • You guys meet up for coffee and talk face to face about working things out
  • He eventually does get the surgery, thinking of it as symbolic of leaving behind his past

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anonymous asked:

THE RFA BREAK UP POST AH MY HEART!!! Okay. So. What about the MC moving on and finding someone else? And RFA+V+Saeran realize that they still had feelings for her, but it's been a long time(like maybe a year or two) and MC's finally moved on and they just... Don't have a chance? Why am I like this. Why do I want this. I'm awful. (PS I didn't cry when I read the breakup one, no sir, I did not.)

hey i just read your breaking up headcanon and can i ask for rfa+v+saeran regreting their decision but idk maybe its too late or not its up to you

hi can i ask for a sequel of your break up hc like they regretting their choice and trying to get you back

aah these were similar so I figured I could do them all together! hope you like it. A sort of sequel to this


  • It took 14 months for Yoosung to regret everything
  • 14 whole months
  • Once he realises that he does in fact still love you with every ounce of his being, he starts getting weird
  • Like Yandere Mode™ is activated 
  • It starts off with the usual social media stalking, and he even has Seven helping him find out things about your life via what you post online
  • But soon enough he’s becoming obsessive, and Seven stops helping so not to let it get worse
  • But it does
  • Not being able to investigate everything he can about you online makes him jealous of anyone you’re in contact with
  • Talking to the guys in the messenger? Not on his watch
  • He becomes insufferable, constantly inserting himself into your conversations, commenting on everything you post online
  • You’re almost certain you’ve seen him in the corner of your eye whilst out and about a few times
  • But that’s just you being paranoid, right?
  • Either way it eventually reaches a point where he’s on your doorstep, begging you to take him back
  • He’s crying and rambling, and he’s quite possibly has something to drink
  • But you don’t love him anymore
  • In fact you’re unsure if you could ever love him again 
  • So you tell him this, and it sure as hell is not what he wants to here
  • You’re stuck with a blubbering mess at your door, and have to call Seven to come and retrieve him
  • After this things change drastically
  • He knows he doesn’t have a chance with you, you made that extremely clear
  • He stops stalking your online presence, instead turning to the one comfort he has - his games
  • All he ever does is sit at his computer, playing his games, isolating himself from the outside world
  • Because he doesn’t want to be a part of the outside world if he doesn’t have you.


  • It really didn’t take long for Zen to regret his decision
  • Like it was probably about 5 months, if that
  • Even the first night when he went to bed alone he had the seeds of doubt growing within him
  • Unfortunately for him, those 5 months were all it took for you to move on
  • You knew it was all for the best, things just didn’t work out
  • But he didn’t think like that, and he wanted you back
  • He tried to be romantic, turning up at your door with flowers, dedicating his performances to you, leaving you voicemails of him singing love songs
  • But you ignored everything
  • You felt guilty ignoring his efforts so much, but it was the only way you would get him to move on like you had
  • How would he let it go if you let him think he was getting somewhere with you?
  • His attempts start getting more desperate, with more and more drunk voicemails being left throughout the nights
  • One of these nights you hear a thump by your front door, opening it cautiously only to find a passed out Zen on the floor
  • You debate just bringing him in until morning, but that would probably give him false hope, so you grab your phone and call Seven to come and help you
  • The two of you manage to get Zen into the car, and you go with Seven to take him home
  • Once there you take Zen inside, helping him to his bed
  • After fetching a glass of water for him, you see he has start to wake up a little
  • Still drunk and groggy from passing out, he thinks he’s dreaming
  • Crying a little, he reaches his hand out to hold yours
  • I love you so much, please just come back to me
  • But his begging still does nothing for you, so you tell him that things will never go back to how they were, and you quietly turn around and leave to go home
  • The next day is surprisingly peaceful, no calls, no visits, no voicemails
  • This continues for weeks, and althought you don’t hear from him you think he’s moving on
  • But you soon find out that isn’t the case
  • Jumin informs you that Zen is drinking much heavier and earlier than he had been previously, and the reason he hasn’t been contacting you is because he’s usually too drunk to even move, that is of course if he hasn’t passed out
  • You lose count of times you wake up to find him passed out on your doorstep, because no matter what happens or how much time passes, he always finds his way back to you, even when you don’t want him to
  • You are after all the love of his life, and he doesn’t know any different than to go to you.


  • She thought she was doing the right thing
  • She thought she had made the right decision
  • But one night whilst watching Zen’s latest romance film for the 100th time she realises it would have been your 5 year anniversary
  • Had you not broken up two years ago that is
  • She’s been so damn busy with work, she’s barely had time to think about how she feels
  • But here she is, suddenly swimming in memories of the two of you 
  • It doesn’t take long for her to realise she’s full of regret
  • How could she let you go?????
  • It’s late now, so she decides to just sleep on it
  • Waking up she’s hopeful it was just a night of reminiscing 
  • It wasn’t
  • If anything, she feels even stronger
  • She suddenly can’t stop thinking about running her hands through your hair, the glimmer in your eyes, the way your hand fits perfectly into hers
  • Every little detail she overlooked before were now screaming to be seen
  • It also just so happened this was the day of the RFA meeting, and she was going to have to see you
  • She got lost in your eyes as you spoke to the group about the guests for this particular party
  • She doesn’t even know what was said
  • After the meeting she casually makes comment to Jumin about how happy you looked
  • That’s when he says the one thing she never wanted to hear
  • Well it’s probably because of the new girl they’re seeing
  • Her heart literally shatters as he says the words
  • Jaehee doesn’t really know how to handle this??
  • Why at the same time she realised what a monumental mistake she made by ending things with you, did she have to find out there was someone else making you happy
  • Her way of dealing with it is pretending everything is normal
  • Not you or anyone else ever notices, she hides it so well
  • If you had known, maybe you would realised you felt the same
  • But you never find out, so you never reflect on how you feel about her
  • She supports you in your relationship, and seems to get on really well with your girlfriend
  • But when no one is looking, her eyes well up, and the occasional one escapes
  • She cries herself to sleep more often than she’d ever be willing to admit
  • Seeing you and your new girlfriend happy together breaks her heart over and over again
  • She would kill to be the one making you smile like that, just like she used to.


  • He’s always prided himself on his ability to ‘kill his feelings’
  • And when he ended your relationship, he did this easily
  • It didn’t take long for him to revert to his old ways, being stiff and generally unwelcoming 
  • He was civil to talk to, but he was so different to the person who had you inside his head for three years
  • The breakup felt like it had almost killed you
  • It took you a very long time to get over it, because you never had any closure
  • But then you met someone, someone who let you in from the start, who treated you like you were the single greatest thing on earth
  • You still had a lot of hurt in you from Jumin, but this new person was like a breath of fresh air
  • As things get more serious, you start bringing them around the group more
  • Up until the first time Jumin meets them, he had no idea you were even considering dating other people, let alone be in a serious relationship with someone
  • He’s polite, but doesn’t make much of an effort with them
  • He ??? doesn’t ??? know ??? what ??? this ??? feeling ??? is ???
  • It feels like his heart is actually aching, but that’s just illogical, surely?
  • That night he sits with Elizabeth, drinking his wine and trying to figure out what is going on with him
  • The best thing he can think to do is call up the person who knows him better than himself, and he does so, explaining these strange feelings to his best friend
  • V chuckles softly, a hint of sorrow in his voice as he tells Jumin what it is
  • Jealousy
  • He hangs up, shifting Elizabeth and walks over to his penthouse windows, looking out at the night sky
  • V is right, and Jumin knows it, but there’s nothing he can do
  • He is the one who ended things after all
  • He can’t swoop in now and hope to have you back
  • His solution is to obviously stomp out the feelings, but it doesn’t work
  • He cant get you out of his head, you even haunt his dreams now
  • So instead he distances himself from the RFA more and more, only speaking with V on a regular basis
  • RFA parties can’t be avoided, so when the winter party finally arrives, he doesn’t have a choice but to go
  • Seeing you hurts him, but no one could have prepared him for what happened
  • Your significant other proposed, in front of everyone, right in the middle of the room
  • You were so happy and excited you didn’t see Jumin’s tall figure quietly leaving the building
  • But V did, and for a brief second, he almost thought he saw a glistening tear making it’s way down Jumin’s face.


  • About 6 months after that party, you started to feel better
  • To say you were completely over him would be a stretch, but it didn’t feel like the world was crashing around you whenever you saw him
  • As you started accepting the relationship was over and letting go of it, Seven slowly started joining back in with the RFA more
  • It doesn’t take long for the two of you to become relatively close again
  • But it’s different 
  • You still love him, but it just feels platonic now
  • It didn’t seem possible that you would ever get to a place where you could be happy in his presence again, yet here you are
  • The pair of you spend a lot of time together, but you still manage to start dating again
  • A lot of people are uncomfortable with how close you are to your ex, except one
  • They’re so perfect ???
  • You can’t believe it ???
  • If you thought you were happy when you were with Seven, you were wrong, this was genuinely the happiest you had ever been
  • Little did you know that during those months where you were rebuilding your friendship with Seven, it was bringing back more than just platonic love for him
  • Without even realsing he found himself madly in love with you again all of a sudden
  • He just wanted to have you at his side all the time
  • And whilst you did spend a lot of time together, it wasn’t how he wanted it
  • He stalked your new significant other online within an inch of their life
  • Everything they ever posted or was posted about them he found
  • But there was nothing in there to use to get rid of them
  • They were a good person
  • But even so, everday before he went to sleep, he would check again
  • One day he would find something, to keep this person away from you
  • He had to find something
  • Slowly as your relationship progressed, Seven started holding himself back, once again isolating himself from everyone but V
  • He didn’t know how he was supposed to live a life where someone else made you smile the way he used to.


  • A little part of him always harboured some feelings for you still
  • He knew he would never completely move on, but he didn’t expect this
  • It had been a little over a year since he broke off your relationship
  • You were less bitter, so he saw this as a sign of you having moved on
  • But something about that just didn’t sit well with him
  • Had you really let it go?? Did you really no longer have those feelings for him??
  • For a long time it seemed like you would never move on
  • So now that you had, he hated it
  • It didn’t take long for him to realise
  • He was still in love with you
  • The second it was clear to him, he wanted to drop everything and run to you, just to plead for a second chance and tell you how much he loved you, how he had been so stupid to give up such a perfect person like yourself
  • But he didn’t
  • You finally looked happy
  • And if that didn’t make his heart feel light and airy, he didn’t know what would
  • He knew how much he had hurt you, and he didn’t believe he deserved a second chance no matter how much he wanted it
  • So he chose to keep his feelings to himself, never telling a living soul about how much he craved curling up with you every night 
  • How he craved to feel your hot breath on his lips again
  • How he craved to see you smile because of him again
  • He spends his time pretending he doesn’t love you
  • Just seeing you happy and healthy is enough for him
  • Even if not having you by his side physically hurts him
  • Whenever he hears you laugh he has to actively stop himself from daydreaming about a life where you were his once more
  • Unlike the others, it’s not because you’ve moved on that he never gets you back
  • He just thinks it’s for the best
  • But if he had told you how he felt, he would have found out you were still in love with him too
  • Instead you both continue to hurt, both wishing the other would reach out
  • But neither of you ever do, and neither of you ever get over the other.


  • He was wrong
  • He was so fucking wrong
  • He doesn’t even know why he said it
  • Of course he loved you, of course he still loved you
  • But he had said it, and he had shattered your heart into so many pieces he could never fix it
  • So he never tried
  • It took a long time for you to get over it, at least 3 years to be specific 
  • But you got there eventually
  • Looking at him didn’t hurt
  • Being in his presence didn’t make you nauseous 
  • Hearing his voice didn’t make you want to scream
  • What you didn’t know is that it was the other way around now
  • Looking at you hurt 
  • Being in your presence made him nauseous 
  • Hearing your voice made him want to scream
  • He knew he had left it far too long now, and you were finally happy
  • There hadn’t been much if any relationship between you since the breakup, so when he started isolating himself you didn’t even notice
  • It was Seven who reached out to you, telling you something was wrong with his twin but he didn’t know what and he didn’t know how to help
  • So being the person you are, you went over there to try and speak to him
  • It was awkward at first, you had barely spoken in 3 whole years
  • But you wanted to help him so you pushed and pushed
  • Eventually he snapped and and blurts out that he can’t handle his feelings for you anymore
  • You’re taken aback by his confession, which is followed up by a question you dreaded answering
  • With what almost seemed like tears in his eyes, he quietly begged for you to just tell him you still loved him too
  • The only thing he wanted to hear, you couldn’t say
  • He asked you to leave after you told him you didn’t, and you did so without putting up a fight
  • The last thing you wanted to do was make the situation worse
  • For the first time in a long time, Saeran cried himself to sleep
  • He distanced himself from the group slowly, only speaking via Seven
  • But he always kept an eye on you, because even if you didn’t love him, he wanted to keep you safe and happy
  • You were the first person he truly loved, and you would also be the last.

fckboiiseokjin  asked:

" I'm your son's professor. " + "where have you been the whole time" maybe??

I really wasn’t in the mood for Professors!Drarry so here’s some Muggle Everybody Lives AU for you with protective Lily :) I hope you still like it :)

“I’m your son’s professor.” + “Where have you been the whole time?”

“Good afternoon, Mrs Potter.”

Harry froze in his descent of the stairs. That was the last voice he had wanted to hear today but maybe it would be a good idea to eavesdrop on the conversation instead of going back to his room to wait until Professor Davis had left again.

He sat down on the third stair from the top, his preferred eavesdropping spot for hallway conversations and took out his phone to let Draco know he would be late before he focused on the conversation between his mother and his professor again.

“…I’m your son’s professor,” Davis said.

Harry smiled. He was certain he hadn’t missed anything important so far.

“Oh?” his mom said, and Harry’s smile grew as he pictured her surprised expression. He had told her about Professor Davis and his request to be called Professor even outside his university lectures at the beginning of the school year, but she hadn’t completely believed him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” If it was anyone else talking to his mom, Harry would feel bad for them now since she only used her overly polite voice with people she didn’t like but had to tolerate, namely her sister’s husband but he didn’t even have an ounce of sympathy for Davis, no matter the reason he was there for.

“Your son exhibited some indecent behaviour earlier today.”

Harry cringed. So, Davis had seen him kissing Draco after all. That would just be his luck, after all Davis was known around the school for his homophobia.

“Indecent behaviour?” Harry’s mom echoed, and her tone told Harry she didn’t believe the claim.

“Indeed, Mrs Potter. I was as shocked as you are now when I saw your son kissing Draco Malfoy.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand, Mr Davis,” his mom said without missing a beat. “You feel my son kissing his boyfriend is indecent behaviour?”

Judging by the following silence Davis was taken aback by that. What Harry wouldn’t give to see his face right now.

“If that was all, I’d suggest you take your homophobia somewhere else, Mr Davis,” Harry’s mom said when Davis still hadn’t said anything a few seconds later and closed the door again.

“How much of that did you hear, Harry?” she asked a few seconds later.

“Almost all of it?” Harry said as he walked down the stairs because he knew his mom could tell when he was lying.

His mom nodded. “I’m sorry you had to hear that. There’s nothing wrong or-” she scoffed, “-indecent about you kissing Draco, you know that, right?”

Harry nodded because yes, he did know that. It didn’t really make listening to homophobes spew their hate easier though. He was glad Davis had backed off after his mother had shut him down once and not continued to try to convince her there was something wrong with him kissing Draco.

His mom pulled him into a hug and Harry didn’t hesitate to lean into it, once more grateful for his parents’ easy acceptance of both his sexuality and his boyfriend. “Thank you, mom,” he said with his face pressed into her shoulder.

“You’re welcome,” she said and ruffled his hair. “Now run off to meet Draco, I’m sure he’s already wondering where you are and what’s taking you so long.”

Harry snickered. “Yes, probably. I’ll be home for dinner.” He kissed her cheek and then finally left the house to meet Draco.

“So, spill,” Draco said the second they were in his room and he had closed the door. “Where have you been the whole time? You were supposed to be here half an hour ago.”

“Eavesdropping,” Harry said with a sheepish smile.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Right. Stupid question. Who were you eavesdropping on this time then?”

Harry’s expression morphed into a frown. “Professor Davis came over to tell my mother about our quote unquote indecent behaviour at school today.”

“That bastard!” Draco exclaimed. He was always more angered than resigned when met with any kind of queerphobia which Harry could only admire. “I hope your mom gave him a piece of her mind.”

Harry smiled at Draco and pulled him down on his lap, so he wouldn’t run up and down the length of his room agitated. “’Course she did,” he assured him and kissed his cheek. “You know my mom. She can’t let something like that stand.”

“Yeah I know,” Draco said, and a wistful smile spread on his face. If Harry had to guess, he would say Draco was remembering their first pride together and the way Harry’s mom had shut down some biphobic asshole that had approached them and tried to tell Harry he was too straight for Pride. “I was very close to just punching that cumstain and I’m glad I didn’t have to.”

“My hero,” Harry said and dropped a kiss to the back of Draco’s neck.

Draco huffed out a laugh. “I’ll gladly defend you in front of every douchebag in the world as long as you keep saving me from spiders.”

“Sure,” Harry said. “I’ll get rid of every spider I see just to keep you safe from them.”

“Sap,” Draco said and turned around in Harry’s lap to kiss him.

“And proud of it,” Harry added before he leaned in to kiss Draco.

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marauders as things me and my friends have said/done
  • peter: *holding a dollar bill* these things are unrippable! *accidentally rips it in half*
  • remus: it deeply upsets and disturbs me that they feel the need to divide chocolate bars into squares. why do they do that? its as if they're trying to make me feel bad for eating the whole thing to myself, like i'm meant to have it piece by piece, or share it, something ridiculous like that. why do they insist on controlling me like this? can a man not eat an entire chocolate bar to himself without getting grief for it?
  • sirius: *janitor walks into the room* ....i hate to be the one that says it, but that janitor has a nice ass.
  • james: looks come and go with age, but a jawline like this is forever.
  • teacher: now, this exam counts as half of your overall grade, so please take it seriously. i don't want to hear any noise while you're working, okay?
  • sirius: *walks in with headphones in* HEY HOWDY HEY
  • peter: *throws a wet ball of toilet paper onto the bathroom ceiling* don't worry guys i've got this *puts his foot on the soap dispenser on the wall to try and get up and pull the toilet paper down, only for the dispenser to snap off the wall and cause him to fall ass first onto the floor*
  • sirius: i think i need to make an appointment with the school counsellor.
  • remus: why?
  • sirius: because she's the only one who's not allowed to run away when i start talking about dogs and i have so much to say about them.
  • james: guys remember to be quiet when we go down this corridor, there's an exam going on in that classroom.
  • sirius: *goes up to the door of the classroom where the exam is happening* GOOD LUCK IN THERE, YEET
  • james: *on the phone* Hi mum. Yeah. No, sorry about that. I was trying to deep throat a banana and things went slightly wrong. It won't happen again. Cheers.
  • sirius: *looking at a drawing on instagram* jesus, some people are terrible at art.
  • peter: that's not very nice, you're not exactly mozart yourself.
  • remus: do you mean monet?
  • peter: *clears his throat awkwardly and walks away*
  • james: is 'julember' a month? am i going crazy?
  • sirius: *draws a face on a balloon* everyone, meet my new lover *accidentally sits on the balloon and starts screaming*
  • sirius: i want to shove a flute up that teacher's ass
  • james: i'm not gay, but i would happily show you my dick if you asked.
  • remus: *walks into a room without a word and starts flipping tables violently then walks out again calmly*
  • james: im so tired
  • sirius: why did you look at me when you said that?
  • sirius: look, i've already told him that i'm sorry.
  • remus: you threw him a bag of skittles from your bedroom window and it hit him on the head. that's not the same as saying sorry.
  • sirius: if he doesn't see that as a reason to forgive me then there's nothing more i can do.
  • james: *claps hands* right guys, gather round! *they come over and he puts his arms round them* now listen, i fucking hate you all.
  • sirius: here's a tip for next time you talk: do it with your mouth shut.
  • james: *in the library* you know, some people often tell me they're jealous of my moves, and who can blame them? *tries to jump over box of books and falls flat on his face as the librarian starts yelling*
  • sirius: can i have some of your chocolate?
  • remus: no
  • sirius: but sharing is caring!
  • remus: good thing im a stone cold bitch then *shoves the entire bar in his mouth*
  • peter: i do have stubble!
  • remus: you have about as much stubble as a baby on estrogen
  • james: *pulls the fire extinguisher off the wall and shoves it in a random school bag that was lying on the floor*
  • peter: *in gym class* dont worry, i can do this *tries to hurdle over the tennis net but instead knocks the entire thing over so the whole class has to stop playing
  • remus: we're going to the bathroom
  • peter: why?
  • remus: to pee
  • sirius: *at the exact same time* TO FUCK
  • sirius: *slams his locker shut angrily* IM A BITCH, OKAY? IM A BIG GAY BITCH.
  • peter: raw carrots are so perfect, like why would you feel the need to COOK them? they're perfect the way they are. cooking carrots is like taking the mona lisa and pissing all over it.
  • sirius: i'm the dark horse of the friendship group.
  • remus: no, you're the white bitch of the friendship group.
  • james: whoever manages to touch the ceiling gets a signed copy of one of my nudes *everyone sits down and puts their hands on the floor*
  • teacher: there was a tea tray left out for the headmaster's conference and all the sugar cubes are gone. does anyone know who is responsible?
  • sirius: *putting five sugar cubes in his mouth* life is full of mysteries.
  • remus: sometimes, i think im tired, then i realise that im not tired, i just really want to die.
  • teacher: you hit him with a baseball bat!
  • james: well, i guess lying through your teeth is better than lying through your butthole.
  • sirius: *turns on the flashlight on his phone and shines it in a girl's face when she's bitching about his friends* SHINE, JESUS, SHINE
  • peter: there's no 'I' in 'team', but there is an 'I' in 'apple pie' *pulls slice of pie out his pocket and eats it whole*

~ SPN 12x15 coda ~

This is my voicemail. Make your voice…a mail.

Dean pursed his lips and pulled his phone away from his ear. Three missed calls…where was Cas? 

Usually, if he was not back home by this time – Dean tapped his screen. 10:47 pm – then he was at a hotel for the night. By now, Cas would have texted Dean to check in. To let him know that everything was all right. Maybe he was too tired to carry on an actual conversation. Maybe that’s why he sounded off on the phone earlier,

After a moment of staring at his phone, Dean opened it up and found the messages between himself and Cas. No reason he couldn’t text Cas first, right?

10:48 pm // Any more news about Dagon?

He stared at his screen until it went black. Sighing, Dean set his cell down on his nightstand and pulled off his flannel shirt, tossing it on the foot of his bed. He toed off his heavy boots and kicked them away before he tugged off his jeans. As he sat down, he glanced over at his phone.

Still no notification. Maybe Cas’ phone was dead?

Dean slipped under the covers and sat still for a second before reaching under and yanking off his socks. He threw them across the room and rested his arm behind his head. He stared at the ceiling for a long while, watching the shadows from the lamp creep over the popcorn ceiling.

His phone buzzed. Twice. 

Dean jolted up and rubbed his eyes with one hand and grabbed his cell with the other. His shoulders sagged as he rested his phone on his knee. It was only Crowley. If he actually wanted to talk to Dean, he would call him – several times in succession until Dean picked up, judging by past experiences. 

Dean unlocked his phone with a swipe of his thumb and his eyes fell to Cas’ contact picture. It was one that Dean took who know how many moths ago during a lull in a research session. In the picture, Cas was glaring over the top of Sam’s computer at Dean in response to his endless attempts to get his attention. 

“Hey, Cas,” he said, clearing his throat. He glanced up at his closed bedroom door before continuing. “I…I know it’s been a while since I’ve prayed. But that’s because you’ve been here. And, well…you’re gone now.”

He frowned, tapping his phone on his knee. Yes, Dean talked to him today – just hours ago, even – but something was wrong. Sam did not seem to notice, but Dean did. “I don’t know what to do,” he said, though not necessarily to Cas. 

“I need you here, man. You help me, you know? More than I’ll ever be able to say.” His eyes darted up to the ceiling and back down to the phone. “I’m over-reacting, huh?…You’re probably just tired.” Dean gave his phone a half-hearted smile, his eyes drooping in exhaustion. He really should try to sleep soon.

12:12 am, his phone read when he tapped the screen. He hesitated for only a second after unlocking it before he decided to call Cas again. Dean’s fingers tightened around his phone as he raised it to his ear. “Come on, buddy. Pick up.” 

His plea was answered by the trilly dial-tone, which rang three times before there was a soft click on the other end. Dean’s breath hitched in anticipation as Cas said, This is my voicemail. Make you – 

He hung up the phone and tossed it away. It bounced off the pillow next to him and onto the bed. Dean rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. “Where are you, Cas?”

anonymous asked:

'me and daf analysed all of yousef's dialogue last friday and we found out so many new things that just do not add up at all' what things??? I'm curious,please share,Faiza!!

Not really a question: But i feel you with the suspicion on Yousefs story about Even, something doesn’t seem right with how he is describing Mikael and what we have seen from Mikael as of now!!!! Maybe im reaching but i need answers!!!

faiza! hello! please elaborate on the inconsistencies in mikael’s behavior & yousef’s story because i am seeing a ton but feel like i’m going cray because everyone’s talking about the even part and no one’s talking about these! (i really hope they’re not slips in the writing tho lol.)

Hi, Anon!

So, I’ve gotten 3 asks in one go, and me and Daf - @josteninski - are on IM right now, and Daf is literally telling me, “Faiza. Do it.” … So, here we go. 

Me and Daf were on the phone yesterday for like … 3 whole hours? about this. But, urm, yeah, Yousef’s choice of words, and dialogues last Friday. Something’s not adding up.

So 3 lines we focused on were these, particularly the bold bits:

  • You know Even? The guy we used to hang with? I think he’s gay.. Because he tried to kiss Mikael and Mikael is really religious, so he totally flipped out and was really out of it. So it turned into.. Even like trying to cure himself by reading the Quran. And it ended up with him posting different verses from the Quran where it said like.. gay people go to hell. You know he.. tried to kill himself? So I just feel like Islam.. Or religion in general.. Just creates a lot of anxiety in people
  • Sorry, I don’t know. I personally feel like I’ve taken the best of the religion and thrown away the rest.
  • If religion is so good, why does it split society?

And now I want you to focus on Mikael, who “was religious”.

  • Mikael drinks.
  • Mikael wears nail polish.
  • Mikael who is completely okay with being physically affectionate with the boys in the balloon squad, even out open in public.
  • Mikael who talks about polygamy.
  • Mikael who has on a couple of occasions, used sign language.
  • Mikael who still has Even’s phone number.

So, Yousef starts off by saying to Sana, “You know Even? The guy we used to hang out with?” … like, if The Balloon Squad used to hang out at Sana’s place, then … of course, Sana would know Even! She wouldn’t forget Even, she wouldn’t need reminding of Even being “the guy we used to hang out with” … which seems a bit … distant? For Yousef to call Even “the guy we used to hang out with”, because I’m pretty certain he was a lot more than just “a guy they used to hang out with”, they were all friends, part of a circle. Notice how Even called The Balloon Squad, “the boys”, when he asked Sana, “how are the boys”, and Yousef calls Even, “the guy we used to hang out with” … like Even holds them so dear to him, but Yousef seems so distant in calling Even a friend, or a part of them, and instead calls Even “the guy we used to hang out with” … something seems … odd about that.

Then, Yousef says, “I think he’s gay.” He thinks? So, the boys still don’t know about Even’s multiple gender attraction? Yousef “thinks” Even’s “gay”, so … Yousef is assuming here. Yousef is assuming that Even might be gay.

Which then leads onto the next big, perhaps the BIGGEST, most IMPORTANT word in this entire dialogue: “it turned into …. Even like, trying to /cure/ himself.” Notice how, based off this assumption that Yousef’s had that he thinks Even might be gay, Yousef is narrating THE ENTIRE STORY from the point of view OF HIS ASSUMPTION. Not Mikael’s assumption or POV, but YOUSEF’S OWN POV. That Yousef assuming Even might be gay “turned into” Even trying to “cure” himself by reading the Qur’aan. Yousef himself makes these links here, that … well, I think if Even is gay then that must have resulted in him trying to make himself better by reading the Qur’aan. 

Which, to be honest … is that true? Can he really speak for Even here? What if Even wasn’t trying to “cure” himself. What if Even GENUINELY wanted to read the Qur’aan, to gain some understanding? To feel closer to Mikael and the boys? What if Even just wanted to do that for reasons that may not be for “curing” himself? How can Yousef just … ASSUME all these things?, as he again, ASSUMES, when he says “so it ended up with him”. It’s basically Yousef trying to add all the pieces up here from what HE’S seen FROM HIS point of view.

Do you see where I’m going with this? It’s ALL based off, of HIS point of view.

And what is Yousef’s point of view, right now, on religion: that he DOESN’T believe in a religion. He doesn’t BELIEVE in Allah. 

Because “Islam, or religion in general, just creates a lot of anxiety in people”. People? Is he talking about Even here, or somebody else too? “People”,not just 1 person, i.e, Even, who this story is about, but people, more than one person. He means himself. He is the 2nd person here, making “person, into people”.

Do you see the projection here, Yousef is placing into this story? There are little bits, where he is inserting himself into the story, because it’s ALL BASED on what HE believes.

So, of COURSE, when Yousef pauses in between when he says “So it turned into […] Even, like, trying to cure himself”, Yousef is trying to find the best word to fit in and describe the situation, but he ultimately will only, and can only, describe the situation from HIS point of view. And so, keeping that in mind, it’s astonishing (but is it really), that the word that comes into Yousef’s mind to best fit and describe the situation is “cure”. Yousef could have just as easily have said “read”, but no, he used the word “cure”. Again, Yousef is projecting, and inserting himself into the narrative. Because, ultimately, what happened? Yousef became so anxious, that Yousef’s cure to the anxiety was to “take the best parts of the religion, and throw the rest away”, and that’s EXACTLY what “curing” means … curing means to get rid off the negative, and keep and improve on the positive. So, why project that onto Even for, then? 

And also, denouncing your faith. Denouncing your faith, is a HUGE HUGE deal. It’s not something that just happens overnight, or something you do based off of ONE event, especially if you’ve been born and raised within a practising, religious household. So, Yousef MUST have been thinking about this for a very, VERY long time, to the point where he must have been in a conflict of his OWN about religion vs no religion, and him literally trying to see what all the good bits about religion are, against what all the not good bits about religion are. Yousef in HIMSELF was trying to find a cure for HIS anxiety about this whole issue, and I feel like whatever happened with Even, was the final straw, the last nail in the coffin, that thing that sealed the deal for him, that, yeah … i can’t be doing this anymore. 

There is SO much projection here of Yousef, and of HIMSELF and HIS experiences and HIS POINT OF VIEW, that shapes the ENTIRE narrative of the story based on how HE saw it, based on HIS agnostic/atheistic non religious beliefs. So, of COURSE, Yousef would find the word “cure” to be the fitting one here, for him to think it is the best word to explain the situation as to why this made Even do this thing which then made Even do that thing.

But, again, how can he just speak for Even, like that? How does he KNOW? 

And then, perhaps, comes the most contradictory statement from Yousef from the entire night. So, all this time, Yousef’s been saying “he’s take the best part out of religion”, so he agrees, that religion does indeed have some good parts to it, but then, he says “if religion is so good” … which, doesn’t make sense? Because only a while ago, you just said that religion in fact is so good, in fact, the best, in certain key parts, so much so, that you decided to take those parts, which you agreed were in the religion, and implemented them into your life. So now, why all of a sudden, is he saying this, religion isn’t all that good? That religion isn’t so good.

And then there’s that battle 2015 pic …. why “battle” … if both Yousef and Even were friends, or “guys that used to hang out with each other”, why battle over something for?

And then, if we go back to the words Yousef uses, “then then turned into,” “it ended up with” … so what happened in between the points “A to B, from where things turned”? And so if something “ended up” with something happening, then what about the “start and middle” of those things? And how long before or after did the suicide attempt happen? 

So, in short, what else is there that we are not being told? Because we, for SURE, are not being told the full story at all.

Because, I see Mikael now, and …………. I just … cannot understand how he went from, as YOUSEF described, “being TOTALLY freaked out and distant”, to becoming a guy wearing nail polish, who, if he was so insensitive, is shown to be repeatedly using sign language, and still having the phone number of his best friend who made a pass at him that he then “freaked out” from and “became distant” to, whilst going from being so religion, to now drinking openly? To going from being so “freaked out”, to now being completely fine in being openly affection with boys in public, on the road! 

So … where/how/when did THAT happen?

There’s … stuff, not adding up here. Stuff, we’re very clearly not being told here.

anonymous asked:

Hey Sevi, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm feeling really shitty right now and your content always cheers me up. I was wondering if you had any dad might or dadzawa stuff that you could post. Sorry if I'm bothering you during finals season. Thanks

So sadly, I didn’t have the time to come up with something entirely new - but luckily, I still had a unfinished mini-story in my files that I only needed to polish up a bit and change a few things.

I hope this helps a bit, dear anon! May things go better for you soon! =D


He’s late.

The thought came unbidden, and Aizawa could feel that single thought turning his disinterested expression into a frowning one.

“Mic,” he tried not to let his annoyance seep through, even though his friend would probably know anyway. “Which one is the next match?”

Mic whirled on his chair, legs stretched, not heading the fact that the moderator’s booth was open to almost every side and every spectator looking up could see him behave like a child.

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i think one of the ways isak grew during his season is by starting to realize that he can be a positive addition to people’s lives, that he can, in fact, make things better 

things weren’t going well at home for god knows how long, and i can’t help but think that isak took some of the blame for what was happening, because this situation wasn’t something he was able to make better. his mom was going through a very hard time, his parents’ relationship seemed to have fallen apart, his father left, and there was nothing isak could do about it. there was nothing he should’ve had to do about it as their child, at such a young age, but he saw his home become broken, and he saw that there was nothing he could do to fix it. i think isak probably tried as best as he could, by trying to not be an “additional burden” in the household, by remaining quiet and closed off and trying not to add fuel to the fire. but things didn’t work out, and he ended up having to leave home at sixteen, leaving as things still seemed broken beyond repair 

and then you have his friendship with eva, one of his closest friends, and he blamed himself entirely for what happened to her relationship with jonas for over a year. he saw himself as the sole reason why jonas and eva weren’t together anymore, why they weren’t talking, and why the trio of friends they once were had fallen apart. and isak wasn’t innocent here, he did betray eva, but he wasn’t entirely to blame, eva said so herself. but once again, that’s the thing with isak, he blames himself more than he should for things he doesn’t have control over

isak will blame himself, think he’s at fault for other people not doing well. and you see that thinking pattern during the season. you see it in the locker room scene when even tells him he broke things off with sonja, and isak apologizes because he thinks it might’ve made him sad, i’m sorry if because of me you were sad. you also see it in the minutt for minutt clip, when he’s on the phone with sonja, and she has to remind him that it’s not his fault even’s not feeling well, that his mental illness is the reason why he’s feeling that way. he feels a lot of guilt, and sometimes his feeling of guilt is justified because he does mess up, speak before he thinks, and it’s a good thing that he feels remorseful and wants to apologize, it’s a good thing he wanted to apologize to eskild after what he told him in pride, it’s a good thing he wanted to apologize to mahdi after he pushed him, it’s a good thing he wanted to apologize to noora when he thought he might’ve been a little too harsh with her. it shows what a truly good and caring person isak is. but the amount of guilt he feels is sometimes disproportionate, because once again isak would see himself as the guy who can’t make things right, can only make them worse

but i think, or at least i’d like to think that isak has learned to take a step back and see the progress he makes, and realize that messing up is not all he does, see that he can, in fact, make things better, be a good person to others. i like to think he holds himself accountable just enough when he does mess up, enough to apologize and realize he was wrong and learn. but i also like to think that he truly sees what a great friend and boyfriend and person he is, and how it’s a good thing for the people he cares about to have isak in their life. i like to think that isak’s perception of himself is now a far better representation of who he actually is, and the role he plays in other people’s lives

As it’s National Coming Out Day, I’m gonna talk a bit about my coming out. And I’m gonna ramble a lot so it’s be under the cut. But maybe it’ll help someone still closeted in their 20′s like I was feel less alone  :)

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celestialkatsuki  asked:

for the prompt meme: I'm going for the obvious, Viktor/Yuuri and number 52, "Can I kiss you?" :D

52. “Can I kiss you?”

It isn’t unusual for Viktor to wake up in the middle of the night. When he was younger, the culprit was a persistent, encroaching sense of inescapable futility and isolation. Now, five years into marriage, the reason is husband-shaped and considerably cuter.

Viktor doesn’t know what time it is when he’s dragged from a dream about a sexy, familiar-looking bespectacled poodle rancher, just that it’s dark and his almost abnormally reliant internal clock is telling him it’s nowhere near morning. He pats around for Yuuri to persuade him into spooning him back to sleep, then, when his hand finds only cold mattress, sits up and grabs his phone off the nightstand.

He checks the time and scans the room, for the first time noticing the sliver of light leaking from beneath the bathroom door. On the risk of being overly paranoid when Yuuri is just trying to use the room for its intended purpose, Viktor moves from the bed—crossing his arms over his bare chest more from nerves than an effort to preserve the insulated warmth of the duvet.

“Honey,” he knocks on the door, touches the doorknob in anticipation. “Everything okay?”

Viktor hears a squeaky, wet scramble and the murmur of whispered talking. For a brief moment, he entertains the notion that Yuuri is giving himself a motivational speech in the bath—odd but certainly not the most compromising position he’s found Yuuri in—but then his voice is louder, muffled from the barrier between them. “You can come in,” Yuuri says, and Viktor wastes no time in pushing the door open, venturing into the dense cloud of muggy heat.  

He’d expected to find Yuuri bowed over the toilet or maybe curled in the corner of the room—his head resting on his knees, nails clenched in his calves. Instead, Yuuri is shirtless, kneeled against the tub with Makkachin’s paws on either shoulder, carefully combing his fingers through her curly coat.  

“She knocked over a candle,” Yuuri explains, pressing a kiss to Makkachin’s snout when she starts whimpering. “I thought about shaving the wax out, but…” he grimaces.

Viktor stumbles forward and drops to his knees next to Yuuri. “How long have you been in here?”

“Uh,” Yuuri turns his eyes to the ceiling to think, fingers continuing their work of carefully extricating the red wax from Makkachin’s golden curls. “What time is it now?”


“About two hours then,” Yuuri says, matter of fact, wiping sweat from his forehead with his shoulder. “Your bedhead is amazing.”

Viktor starts to run his fingers through his hair to fix it, then changes his mind and scratches under Makkachin’s ear instead. “You should’ve woken me up.”

Yuuri makes a dismissive noise in the back of his throat, glances up at Viktor with a wink and a gentle smile. “I had it handled,” he says, depositing a new clump of wax on the rim of the tub with the fur-laden goopy evidence of his past two hours. He doesn’t mention the fact that the circles under Viktor’s eyes have become indistinguishable from bruises for how purple they’ve grown since taking on another new student a few weeks ago.

Viktor knows he’s been looking tired lately—his updated concealer routine is evidence enough—but Yuuri has yet to mention it. Instead, wordlessly going about making dinner without being asked, doing the dishes when it’s Viktor’s turn, coaxing Viktor into taking naps in his lap on movie night.

It’s kind of incredible Viktor thinks not for the first time—not for the thousandth—how good and right it feels to be the recipient of such selfless love. He knows that’s the source of Yuuri’s actions because he has it, too, clenched around his heart, squeezing hard when Makkachin shakes—pelting them both with rogue water droplets—and Yuuri only laughs, pats her neck to calm her down again.   

Viktor touches Yuuri’s knee. “Can I kiss you?” He asks, the words slipping from his tongue so quickly and easily that even he’s surprised by them.

Yuuri tilts his head. “Do you even have to—”

The question is lost in Viktor’s mouth and a startled laugh.

It’s not the best kiss they’ve ever had. It’s late and they’re damp with the smell of wet fur and intermingled morning breath that Viktor swears he doesn’t have.

The kiss is messy but so are they, and Viktor knows—yelling and stumbling into Yuuri as they chase Makkachin around with the hair dryer—that they wouldn’t have it any other way.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM YOURS TRULY! Here’s a spooky one-shot that’s a part of my Klance YouTuber AU Series (which I’m excited to finally be continuing, as I haven’t written for it in a while)!

Lance, Keith, Pidge, and Hunk decide to film a video using a Ouija Board to celebrate Halloween. Lance is amused, Keith is wary, Pidge is skeptical, and Hunk is terrified. Hilarity (and horror) ensues. I hope you enjoy!

“Hey guys!” Lance waved and, pulling the cape he wore around to cover the lower his face, wiggled his eyebrows. “Happy Halloween! Boy, do we have a treat in store for you today. Don’t we, guys?”

“Not an actual treat,” Hunk said. “Last year we tried to do a Halloween baking video, and we all know how much of a disaster that turned out to be.”

“In my defense, it was a ghost that knocked the tray out of my hands and onto the floor,” Pidge claimed, glancing at the ceiling. “I didn’t drop it.”

“You ruined all of our perfectly good s'mores,” Keith pointed out, crossing his arms.

Pidge raised an eyebrow at him. “Keith, your s'mores looked like they got hit by a bus. Frankly, I did them a favor.”

Lance snorted, which he quickly tried to disguise with a cough. Keith still glared at him. “Right. Well, this year the four of us are doing something even more holiday appropriate! Per popular request, we’re going to be using a Ouija Board!”

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I miss her too// Jughead Jones

The only reason Y/N knew that Jughead’s mom and sister had left was because Jug’s mother had left her a message saying that she no longer needed to babysit Jellybean. She went over to ask what had happened, but didn’t even leave her car when she saw Jughead slam the door on his dad’s disheveled face. He had a bag with him and he didn’t even look around him as he trotted down the streets.

It had been months. Y/N never stopped believing that Jughead had been staying with Archie Andrews, not that she talked with either one. She worried that he was suffering. She was suffering from having lost her sweet Jellybean, but it didn’t even come close to Jughead.

So every Friday afternoon, after school ended, she sat on the swings at the abandoned old kids park near the reserve and the Blossom’s house, and thought about everything. This had been hers and Jelly’s spot, and now it was empty and sad and lonely and hers. Hers alone.

That was until one day it wasn’t. One day she got there, dressed lazily with her headphones blaring songs that made her cry, and when she looked at the swings, Jughead was sitting there. To say she was surprised was a mild understatement. She stared at him and he stared back. His nostrils flared in annoyance and Y/N instantly knew that whatever was going to go down was nothing Jellybean would have approved of.

Regardless, Y/N was committed to her cause. She took her headphones off and strutted to the swings, sitting on the available one. She faced the darkening sky and breathed deeply, suffering from anticipation as to what Jughead would say next.

“What are you doing here?” He said, looking at Y/N in mild discomfort. He’d never had a full conversation with her, but he’d heard too much from his sister. Jellybean never stopped talking about Y/N, the babysitter.

Jughead had opposed to the existence of a babysitter from the start. He enjoyed spending time with Jellybean and had just as much free time as Y/N did. But his mother had insisted. She too was smitten.

“I come here every week. The real question here is why are you here?”

“Well let me see, Jason Blossom is dead, Miss Grundy just disappeared and I’m suffering from a particular case of writer’s block.” He complained, facing the same palette of oranges and she did.

“As if you cared about all of that.” Y/N scoffed. Nobody spoke after that. It was just silence. To her it was comfortable, her mind wondered to the sweet past and the horrifying future. For him it was awkward. He’d come here to see if he could find some sort of divine inspiration from the vague memories of his sister in this park. But now he was stuck with a girl he’d never really cared about and only now truly acknowledged.

“I miss her too.”

Jughead suddenly turned to the girl that had leaned her head to the chain of the swing, away from him.

“She’s missing you, too.” He let out after a while. It wasn’t a lie. Last they’d spoken on the phone she’d buried him in questions about her that he couldn’t really answer. Riverdale had been busy lately.

Now was Y/N’s turn to be surprised. She straightened herself up and looked Jughead Jones in the eye. “How is she? Where is she?” She couldn’t help herself truly. She really did miss Jellybean.

“She’s alright. She wants to go by ‘JB’ now, thinks it’s cooler.” He smiled at the sunset, averting his eyes at her curious innocence. She looked so vulnerable here.

A light chuckle came from next to him. “That’s Jellybean, alright.” Y/N said.

After a second of awkward silence, Y/N voiced her concerns for his wellbeing. “Are you still staying with Archie?” Indeed, she hadn’t been exactly worried with where he was staying. She hadn’t been worried about it at all, but he seemed too broken. He was here, after all. And in her eyes, this was where lost and broken souls went to heal by themselves.


“Yeah. I mean, you’re not staying at home right?”

“Yeah, no. It’s fine.” He said, but it was too late. Y/N found it pretty easy to deduce that there was no Jughead under the Andrews’ household at night.

“Jughead.” She called his attention. “Where are you really staying?”

Jughead sighed and looked away again. The obvious answer was lying, but it was something of a relief to talk about what was happening to an almost stranger.

“Currently, at the school.”

Sitting up, Y/N almost choked “what? Jughead you can’t be serious!”

“Well, I’m not joking.” He said, regretting his decision to tell her. Of course she would freak out.

“Dude, I have an extra bed, you can stay over if you want.”

“No, Y/N, it’s okay. I think it’s time to go back home.”

Y/N frowned in worry. She looked at the ground and rethought her words. “If ever you need a place to stay, my house has a great view of the reserve and the spare room has a window on the ceiling, so.”

Now was Jughead’s turn to chuckle. He looked at the ground and then sideways at her face.




“For what?”

“For talking to me. For caring even though we’re strangers.” Y/N smiled at that.

“You’re the last bit of Jellybean I have.” She said, smiling at him, feeling more comfortable by the second.

“Funny, I could say the same thing about you.”

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

minigranger  asked:

Ok I'm back, (only because I loved my first one so much) could you please do one where your husband Ryan or Jeremy (preferably Ryan) is stuck in the office later than usual and you get worried and it turns out he's just stuck playing a game really late (like UNO the movie)

Welcome back! (:< I’m so glad you’re enjoying the writing! And I couldn’t get this prompt out of my head! As soon as I saw it I had to complete it! Hope you like it love! xoxo - rayann

A/N: Please excuse the title its my terrible attempt at a pun that made me laugh for 8 minutes straight thank you

Title: U-NO!

Pairing: Ryan x Reader

Word Count: 1,600+

TW: none!


You checked your watch for what had felt like the millionth time that night. It was 6 PM, and Ryan still wasn’t home. To be fair, sometimes recordings ran a little late but he would usually shoot you a text to let you know he wouldn’t be home until later, so of course your brain immediately started sifting through the worst scenarios possible.

And anyways, he was supposed to come home early tonight to help you finish unpacking the boxes you’d been struggling to organize all day. You sent him one last, ‘where the fuck are you’ text, before taking a breath, and deciding to resume the work you’d been doing all day.

Another half hour had passed and you had resorted to grumbling to yourself about his whereabouts, now more irritated than anxious.

“I swear to god if this fucker is hiding in that office so he doesn’t have to help me I’m going to repack everything in this house and make him do it again.”

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RFA + Saeran reacts to MC having a dark sense of humour.

RFA + Saeran react to MC having a dark sense of humour.


• He was actually kinda worried
• “MC? What do you mean you want to fall out the window?!”
• “Nothing, it’s just a joke, don’t worry about it Yoosungie.”
• Your self deprecation only increased by the comparisons to Rika
• You start to joke about getting green contacts and dying your hair blonde
• It was actually really bad
• He didn’t even seem to get it which only made it worse
• Even the other members had caught on
• “Urm Yoosung, maybe you should stop calling MC Rika, I don’t think it’s healthy.” Zen was a concerned older bro
• He’s now super confused.
• “I thought they were jokes?”
• Just doesn’t get it.
• At all….
Also kinda sad.
• In his text messages he was bombarded by the entire RFA, telling him to get his act together
• And he did
• The day of the party came and you two met
• Blown away
• And then you pull this one liner.
• “Wow, I’m glad I stayed alive for this.”
• His jaw is on the damn floor and just stares
• “You can’t just say something like that MC! Of course you’re staying alive, I want to be with you and I can’t do that if you’re not here!”
• His words caught up with him and he’s **d.e.a.d**
• “Aww thank you.”
• Let’s just say you were very happy with the outcome of that evening.


• He’s instantly concerned
• Legit before you can even type he’s policing the words
• “Hey Jagi. How are you? I hope you ate already, can’t have my love starving to death.”
• Literally a model boyfriend and you’re shook.
• Although sometimes it slips in.
• “Yeah! Although being beside someone as pretty as you might just make me want to drown myself since I can’t compare.”
• Doesn’t know whether to call that a compliment or not.  
• “Uh thank you, but I don’t think you should do that.”
• You tell him that you just find those things funny
• And he’s just like …
• He soon finds out that the self deprecation comes from insecurity
• So as soon as you meet you’re hit with the highly promiscuous line
• “You’re MC right? You look absolutely beautiful, but you would look more stunning if you were beneath me.”
Que the winking and the blushing. (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
• Obviously the humour never fully went away, but you did tone it down.
• But he never took you to rooftops every again after you did this
• “Hey wouldn’t it be fun if I just jumped off this rooftop? Adrenaline rush much?”


• Obviously there’s the red flag when you entered the chatroom
• And then there’s your humour
• When the fucking bomb was introduced your first reaction was to say
• “Lmao I hope it blows up right now.”
• Bruh
• “MC are you ok?”
• “Just dandy, tell seven I’m leaving the apartment. This’ll be fun.”
• You then proceed to walk to the door, and as you’re about to touch it your phone blares with your ringtone
• “Jaehee, why’re you calling? Not that I mind of course.”
• “Don’t go near the door! You don’t know what could trigger the explosion!” The panic was a shock since she was always so composed.
• “Erm sure, any reason why?”
• “… You said you were going to walk out.”
• The awkwardness is mindboggling
• Once the bomb is diffused, the party came up incredibly quickly
• She looking fine
• “MC? You’re not hurt are you?”
• You’re obviously confused
• She then pulls out her phone and shows a message you’d written
• “Cool, I guess I’ll go and fuck myself with a knife.”
• Pffftttttt
• Legit, you can’t even talk without laughing
• “Why would I want to shove a knife there? I’m crazy but not that crazy.”


• The day he invited you over to his penthouse, you spent most of your time just sitting near the glass.
• “What causes you to favour that spot MC?”
• You just shrugged and looked out before grinning
• “Because I want to know if I would survive the fall.”
• His face didn’t show it but he was like…..
Why you so sad MC!? “ψ(`∇´)ψ
• “Are you ok?”
• “Yeah, I’m fine. How about you?”
• “Just fine.”
• Side eyes her for the rest of the day
• He’s actually very understanding
• -Even though he understands none of it-
• “That’s nice MC.”
• His response to 99% of all the jokes be like
• Does get a little bit like eh when the suicidal jokes up a bit
• “Come now. You’re a radiating beauty that will ascend from the earth with me. No need to belittle yourself with such crude hopes.”
• That was actually hella smooth
• You do start to tone down on the dark humour after he gave you a hard look after you said something about wanting one of the guards to taze you to death.
• Not that they would ever, they’re fucking sweethearts


• He was being a little dick wad
• A huge fucking bastard NGL
• “Stop bothering me damn it. Can’t you understand such simple commands?”
• Of course your defense mechanism is to just shrug it off and make quiet joking jabs at both him and yourself.
• “K then. Mr. IWon'tLetYouLeaveThisFuckingApartmentButIAlsoWon'tSpeakToYouBecauseI'mTrash.”
• The side eye was real.
• You returned the side eye hours later when he still refused to let you leave, but also wouldn’t comply with anything.
• “For fucks sake Seven you’re getting on my damn nerves. Eat something with me you damn imbecilic child.”
• He had the fucking audacity to knock the plate from your hands, sending everything to the floor
• Fucking shocked as shit.
• -Duh!-
• “Alright, I guess I’ll go and swallow some razor blades by myself then, seeing as though you couldn’t care less.”
• You walk to the bathroom and he panics
• “Fuck, I guess no one really does care. Maybe this’ll help me.” It was a whisper and he still heard it
• Legit tackles you to the floor and you’re like ’…’
• He was so shaken up from that that he took every joke seriously before loosening up


• The first time he witnessed your humour was in the infamous 3am chatroom.
• You were running on fumes and you thought you were texting someone else
• “Lmao bitch fuck that. Someone kill me I want to fall into hell already, I hate this life.”
• It was tamer than what you usually said to your friend but then again not to V
• “MC, are you OK?”
• You were instantly energized upon reading that and you actually want to ground to swallow you up
• “Uh, yeah I’m fine.”
• It turned kind of awkward but you turned it around with a Lil Flirt™
• “Hey V, how’s your photography going? I heard you’re quite the master with the lens. Although I doubt they could compare to the fine being that you are.”
• He high key went red AF
• “Oh, thank you MC.”
• But it didn’t take away from the tiny doubt in his mind about your joke
• A few days later you were at the party and you’d convinced V to go.
• You were at the food table when you hit the table corner.
• “Ah shit, if only that hit my heart instead.”
• “That wouldn’t be the best case scenario MC.”
• “Ah, looking as beautiful as ever V. I might go blind from your beauty.”
• You’re such a suave little fuck omg
• “It seems as though your beauty has already beat me to it.”
• …… This guy


• “Maybe if I was dead this wouldn’t have happened.”
• You laughed straight afterwards and he’s baffled.
• Sure his humour is almost the same as yours
• But you crack jokes like that on the daily and he’s just kinda low key concerned.
• “What is wrong with you?”
• “Nothing, I just wish I got stabbed so I wouldn’t be here.”
• “Okay?”
• You were over at the bunker and you were watching a horror film together.
• The cliché began and blood was spraying like a water fountain and guess what you did
• Laugh like crazy
That’s a righta boi
• Saeran’s looking at you like you’re off your rocker
• “What the fuck? They literally just got burned with acid and you’re laughing?”
• It takes him a while to understand but sometimes he takes part
• Of course you tone it down by a lot while he’s in therapy
• He loves it when you make jokes about Saeyoung though
• -Oh look, there’s a Dr.Pepper stain. If only it was blood instead.-
• That earns a look from Saeyoung and stiffled giggles from Saeran
• Over all, he doesn’t mind but you don’t go too over board.

thejokr  asked:

So I have two asks, first, I'm really craving fics with Scott and Isaac, or some Alpha wolf Stiles fics. I also prefer longer stories if you have any magic that can help me.


anchanee said:I was wondering if you could tell us about fics where Stiles is an Alpha, not necessary a werewolf but simply the leader (or co-leader) of his pack. Thank you very much for the time and efford you put into this.


Anonymous said:I love you guys!!! literally my lifesavers! I read way too many fics and cannot for the life of me find them! Anyway.., I was wondering if you could find any fics with Erica and Boyd sort of joining stiles pack? Like he is the human or pseudo alpha? or even that he is a were and they join him? I know they are out there because I have read a few but now can’t find them… :(. Also if they aren’t sterek that would be amazing!!!


Anonymous said:Hello~ Could you please update the Alpha Stiles tag? most of the fics there are omega stiles for some reason. Thank you!

Here’s a tag update! - Anastasia

Originally posted by professionalfangirlvevo

The rock by hisaribi

(1/1 I 1,085 I General I Steter)

So the kid beat alpha-werewolf to death with a rock. Peter didn’t know how to feel about it. 

Welcome to The Big Easy by Therapeutic_Steter

(1/1 I 1,081 I Teen I Steter)

“Hey, daddio,” Stiles said, holding his phone between his cheek and shoulder. “How goes it?”

“Son, I probably don’t want to know what the Pack did to piss you off this badly,” his dad started, sighing. “But Scott came by today to beg you to call the Fae off. He said they’re terrorizing the Pack. Chris has apparently put Allison on lockdown and has outfitted their house in iron and anti-Fae measures. Lydia’s fled the town. Scott and Isaac were shaking so badly when they came to see me…Stiles, I’ve only seen that kind of fear in someone who was almost killed on the job.”

We’ll Paint These Streets Red by Regret Fox (MeLeFangirl)

(1/1 I 1,076 I Not Rated I Sterek)

It seems that those who are sick tend to be drawn to each other. Life was the best it could have been for Derek and Stiles, but the fun never lasts.

Welcome to Supes! by maybaby34

(1/? I 3,147 I Explicit I Sterek)

“That’s the bouncer?” Derek asked, incredulously.

Laura laughed at his expression. “Hey, looks can be deceiving. All the time I’ve been coming here, it’s always been pretty peaceful. I also have a suspicion that everybody keeps the peace because they’re afraid that Stiles will talk them to death if they step out of line.”

Derek shrugged. Who was he to judge? He could scent Stiles from where he was and he smelled human.

“Just think about it though, a human bouncer in a supernatural bar?”

Laura smirked. Derek had the distinct feeling she knew something that he didn’t know. “I’m just sayin’, don’t underestimate him.” she said, cryptically.

Stay (Here) With Me by brandileeder

(1/1 I 3,178 I Explicit I Steter)

Waking up the next morning, warm and content, Stiles feels right. He’s an Alpha now, with his own beta - the beginnings of a pack. Not only that but his beta is incredibly good looking and seems to be just as interested in Stiles’ as the boy is in him.

Sure, his father isn’t happy, but the man will come around.

Convergence by wynnebat

(1/1 I 3,724 I Teen I Steter)

A year and a month after the Hale fire, the Stilinski pack moves in.

Like Roses and Clover by LupusScintilla (inkandblade)

(1/1 I 5,599 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek bit at his lip and extended a fang to stop himself from thinking about it again. There were others in the villages around that he might like far better, but, ever since the first morning he’d woken up with the mate-mark on his arm, he’d promised himself that he’d not think about what kind of Mate he would favor, what kind of person he might enjoy spending the rest of his life with.

Price of Admission by whiskytangofuckfest

(2/2 I 6,629 I Explicit I Sterek I Rape)

“Hi,” the alpha said now, ambling forward with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. He was wearing a flannel shirt over an undershirt, and Derek realized abruptly that he himself was only wearing his boxer briefs. The cuffs rattled as he jerked in an instinctive attempt to cover himself. He was used to being naked, like any born wolf, but now, with a fully-dressed stranger looking over him with interest, he felt exposed.

Intruders didn’t get sent home with a cup of tea and a pat on the head. That would send a signal that the pack was weak, that it couldn’t defend its borders. Even if this alpha wasn’t mad at Derek personally, he still had to do something to make it clear to other wolves they couldn’t just cross into his territory, and Derek was the only intruder they had captured. He would have to bear the message for the whole group.

Derek gets caught trespassing on Stilinski pack territory. Stiles takes an interest.

The one who deserves it by Gabygabriela

(2/? I 10,658 I Mature I Sterej)

Scott bites stiles to save his life but something unexpected happens and Scott is no longer the alpha.

Also Derek comes back as an alpha again and has his own pack with some unexpected familiar faces.

Stiles deals with getting bitten and apparently he is now something more than just a regular werewolf and scott becomes a dick for a little while and he also has to deal with the sourwolf who is recently back in town but it’s just a regular day in BH so nothing new.

Who Are You Really? by hufflepuffmultifandom

(3/3 I 17,143 I Mature I Sterek)

After hiding his werewolf and Alpha status since his mother died, Stiles runs into Derek and they work together to find the Alpha killing people in Beacon Hills.


General prompts;

  1. 1. ”You buried her?”
    ”I didn’t see the point of hanging around with a dead body any longer than I needed to.”
  2. If you are so angry that you shake, you are too angry. Go get coffee or something and come you are calm.
  3. The ones who mourn their inevitable death will be sent to an early grave
  4. And what I am I supposed to do if the thing starts to rip me apart?
  5. At this point it’s just killing to survive. Not for sport, not for habits, not for no other reason to stay alive and survive this mess.
  6. You are not to lay a hand on a wife of the last King of this land, or the guards will be forced behead you.
  7. May I remind you what the last time you left your eldest son in charge, your majesty. It can never happened again.
  8. And just how did you think I could defeat all the demons of hell?
  9. You don’t have the slightest idea what they have see or done. And I for one, don’t even want to think about it.
  10. We have enough shit going on here in one city, why would we expand?
  11. Every time your name flashes on the phone screen, I don’t want to answer it. Because I know you will get me in trouble.
  12. ”Just to clarify, do I lose or win if I choke to death?”
    ”I mean it’d be a personal lose, but…”
  13. Well even after everything… At least you have your door left intact
  14. ”How was I supposed to know she’s a kleptomaniac based on one conversation?”
    ”You caught her trying to take your wallet!”
  15. ”Who invited the fucking pyro! I don’t need to be charged with vandalisms too!”
    ”So assault is fine, but vandalisms goes over the line?”
  16. Stop laughing, you are supposed to be dead.
  17. I knew he had come back to the city when the warehouse was set on fire.
  18. You guys are all kinds of fucked, you know that right?
  19. We could just kick it in, right? If she can’t pick it open, I mean.
  20. Why is it that you are the nicest of us all, but look the shadiest.
  21. ”You cannot win this war!”
    ”I am not trying to! I just want to survive!”
  22. My job is to dig my thumb down your old wounds until you scream out the secrets and lies you hold
  23. ”And if he shoots me to the head?”
    ”Well then we are more fucked than before.”
  24. Betray me, and I’ll make sure I’m your biggest nightmare.
  25. “Why did you do this?”
    “Because you have more than stressful life already, and… I thought you’d appreciate st least the idea of this.”
  26. “Do you know where he went?”
    “Well he said that he was going for a walk, so I can only imagine that he’s outside.”
  27. He felt like a piece of hand me down clothing. That nobody wanted to take a responsibility for, that nobody wanted.
  28. Well, well, now I just know how much of a death wish you have, coming to me for help.
  29. He had woken up screaming for the first time in a long time, sweat burning his eyes, the clothes sticking against his skin
  30. I know she’s the reason I don’t feel the same anymore when I’m alone, the reason I feel like crying when she’s mad enough to not speak to me. She makes me happier than I have never been, happier than I thought I never was going to be.
  31. Even if those were pure intentions, you did do it at the end and in their eyes, it’s the only thing that matters
  32. The knife in your hand is still dripping blood, mate. You need help with the body or something? Or is there a more sinister reason you are ringing my doorbell at four am?
  33. “And how did you obtain this car, mom? And why do you smell like you were drenched in a gas?”
    “What about you mind your own goddamn business? And don’t say anything about this to dad, alright?”
  34. Did you just push a kid with crunches out of the way, just to get the last hotdog?
  35. “Keep your back straight.”
    ”It’s pretty hard when rest of you is gay.”
  36. These things never worked out in the movies, so why did I even think I could pull this off in real life was fucking idiotic.
  37. He felt like a piece of hand me down clothing. That nobody wanted to take a responsibility for, that nobody wanted.
  38. Torture will always produce some false confessions and lies, with our without information.
  39. The newspaper clippings were glued to the front door and the pocket watch tied around the door handle.
  40. ”We are not harboring a fugitive in our house!”
    ”He’s not a fugitive, he’s your godfather!”
  41. What a better way to find out that you are a immortal than wake up after a nuclear blast to find everybody dead?
  42. I know it’s not the healthy way to think about it, but.. To me he’s not dead, he’s just not here at the moment.
  43. Wait, what are you doing? You can’t nail your shoes to a skateboard! How are you going to move, like you need to kick to get momentum to get from point A to point B.
  44. Ignore the fucking stumble on the chairs. I’m still cool as fuck. 
  45. ”Okay, how am I supposed to open this door?”
    ”Just kick it on the middle and push. I think I fucked it up when I slammed it yesterday…”
  46. Stop starting at me, I feel like you will punch me…
  47. ”Hey –”
    ”Don’t spoil the silence, dear.”
  48. Just because I don’t know what I’m doing, doesn’t mean I’m not gonna do it.
  49. You motherfuckers are playing basketball and didn’t invite me?!
  50. It makes me feel so much better knowing you could severely hurt yourself doing this.
  51. “Why didn’t you try to stop me?!”
    “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was my job!”
  52. He has moments of bravery, more than I can say about you.
  53. “The road is ending, what do we do?”
    “Ditch the car! Save yourselves!”
    “Don’t jump out of the -”
  54. The boss wasn’t expecting you to survive.
  55. Is she expecting me to go after her? Because you know, my knee is pretty messed up and.. Alright, I’ll do.

chapter titles;

  1. No Death For The Cowardly
  2. Man With A Purpose Has To Be Feared
  3. Ticket To Heaven Or Hell
  4. The Pain That Happens In Love
  5. We Cannot Change The Past, Time Boy
  6. Loosing Fingers Left And Right
  7. We Will Always Question Did We Deserve It
  8. Don’t Be An Animal, Use The Doors
  9. If Resulting In Slight Stabbing
  10. We Aren’t Who They Think We Are

anonymous asked:

For your 'a softer world' ask meme, could I request either 6 or 40 for Vaxleth?

I laugh along but inside I know that it’s true: Being in love is totally punk rock. (quiet kisses are so hardcore)

vaxleth. 2.1K. modern au. fluff n shit.

“He’s in a what?” asks Percy as Keyleth brushes her hair out of her face and frowns at the paperwork on the counter.

“A band.” She’s pretty sure she’s missing a zero somewhere in there.

“A band,” Percy echoes.

Keyleth hums an affirmative. Yes, she definitely messed up the math. Subtract by ten and carry the… No, hang on, that’s not right.

“I don’t believe it.”

“Plenty of people are in bands, Percy,” Keyleth says patiently, because he’s funny about things like that sometimes.

“No, not–– I know that, Keyleth.”

“Well then what’s so surprising?” Oh, yes, there, she forgot to multiply. Easy mistake to make, just fix that and––

“I can’t believe you’re going on a date with someone you just met.”

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Here’s my aftg summer exchange gift for @sinbinwithfoxesin 

I think i went a little overboard with the word count but i hope you like it :)

It had gone wrong oh so a quickly. They had been driving in the rain down the highway on the way to the next in a long list of motels in their impromptu road-trip then a truck-driver lost control of his vehicle in the rain and Neil, who had fought his way to the driver seat, swerved the best he could but it was too late. The truck hit them full speed at the driver’s side and when Andrew woke up with a headache, a few cuts, and bruised ribs Neil was fighting for his life at the Intensive Care Unit.

Andrew was pissed. He was pissed at the truck-driver for driving when he couldn’t control his vehicle, he was pissed at the nurses for trying to dot on him, he was pissed at the doctors who wouldn’t let him out of bed and into the ICU. Mostly he was pissed at Neil; he was pissed at Neil for insisting on driving, pissed at Neil for turning the car so Neil took the first and heaviest impact, pissed at Neil for lying in the ICU while Andrew walked away with a few scratches; he was pissed at Neil for mattering to him.

When the doctors and nurses had put him through several x-rays and ultrasounds and Andrew was prepared to kill them all he was finally given a green light to go to the ICU waiting room. A nurse met him at the desk and informed him that Neil was still in surgery but he was welcome to wait. Andrew didn’t want to wait but there was nothing else he could do. Andrew had done his fair share of waiting and enduring in his life. He had endured his foster homes and waited for them to change. He had endured Drake and he had endured juvie. He had waited to go back to Cass, he had waited for the right moment to keep his promise to Aaron and get rid of their mother. He had endured Kevin’s endless attempts at converting him to an exy junkie and waited for him to give up. He had waited for his interest in Neil to pass, then he had waited for Neil to run, now he was waiting to see if Neil would stay.

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Life isn’t fair.

Couple: Joe Keery x reader

Warnings: eh

Requested: yes

Tags: @bella-hadid185

AN: ive never written for Joe Keery before, so im excited to write this request because first time for everything.


When you’d gotten the call back, you freaked out, finally able to be on your favourite show, Stranger Things, and get to live your dream. That was a year ago; see, since then, you’ve become great friends with some of the people on set.

Honestly, you were just talking about the kids, Charlie, and Joe. Joe had immediately came to you when you got the job, making you feel right at home and since then, you’ve been inseparable.

You had been casted for an extra roll in the show and they were going to kill your character off, but not if Joe had something to do with it. So, here you are, season two ready to be filmed and you sat in your chair, reading over your lines.

The squeak of a chair caught your attention as someone sat next to you and you had smiled gently, still looking at the script. “Joe, you know, you could speak whenever you—”

When you looked up, blue eyes met yours and you arched an eyebrow. “You’re not Joe.”

Laughter filled your ears and a hand stretched to you, making you glance at it. “I’m Darce, I was actually just casted and you, you caught my eye.” He smiled, hand still out to you and you light grabbed it, shaking his hand.

“Thanks, I'm—”

“Oh, I know who you are. I actually got the job to see you.”

Your brows furrowed before you laughed and you didn’t notice the brown eyes watching you with confusion and hurt before he made his way over, grabbing your wrist firmly. “Hey, can we talk?”

Your eyes shifted from Joe to Darce and you smiled politely at the new cast member before getting up. “I’m sorry, I gotta go.”

Jerked forward, you grunted as Joe walked passed Finn and Caleb’s rooms before he walked into his, bringing you in and closing the door.

“Wanna tell me why you pulled me away from a very attractive man, that’s out there waiting for me?”

“Ya know, I thought, I thought we had something going on, Y/N.” The tone in his voice made you arch your brow and you placed your hands in your pockets.

“We never mutually agreed to be together, Joe. We only agreed to act like we’re together, for the fame. You never asked me to be your girlfriend, man, I mean—”

“I just thought it was common sense!” Joe threw his hands up and you scoffed, backing away from him.

“So what, now I don’t have common sense?”

“Well, I guess not! You were flirting with Dacre like that’s what we pay you for. You’re acting like, like—”

“Like what, Keery?”

He bit his lip before he groaned out, looking at you like you betrayed his trust in the worse way you could as he spoke slowly. “You’re acting like you weren’t scraping for change before you go this job.”

Silence filled the air before Joe looked up at the sound of his door opening and you had turned to look at him, anger lacing your tone. “You’re acting like an asshole, but that’s just who you are, I guess.”

He fell onto the couch when you had walked out, slamming the door on him and he grabbed a pillow before shoving it in his face and screaming.


Zipping up your jacket, you placed a cigarette behind your ear before turning around and looked at Joe. He would usually give you a ride home, but today, you would walk, just to clear your mind.

As you went to open the door, small arms wrapped around you and you looked down, smiling. You shimmied yourself to where you could hug the small figures back, laughing as they hugged you tighter.

You felt the cigarette ripped out of your ear before you watched it get stomped on and you looked at the kid. “You really—”

“Don’t allow smoking, yes.” Millie smiled, grabbing onto your hand.

“She really doesn’t!” David’s voice spoke from across the set and you laughed, looking back down at Millie.

“I was about to leave.”

“I know, but Joe—”

“Joe can piss off, that’s all I have to say.”

“Y/N, come on, he’s a wreck since your fight—” Finn said, grabbing onto your other hand.

“Seems like he isn’t the only one, Finn. I’m sorry.” Gently, you took your hands back before your eyes made contact with Joe’s, but you had turned around and walked out of the building.


Halfway home, you fished your phone out of your pocket and was surprised to see multiple missed calls from the male you had the argument with. Your finger hovered over his name before the words went through your head again, and you shoved the phone in your pocket, grumbling.

Smiling as you saw your house, it fell once you saw the car in your driveway. Joe’s car, and there was Joe, standing outside of it, tapping his foot as he waited for you. Sighing, you walked towards him and watched as he flashed you a nervous smile, but you had walked past him and to your front door.

“Listen, I’m a complete idiot, okay? I didn’t mean that, and, and I get jealous over you, even when you’re not mine. Which is bullshit, because you’re mine every other time, except in real life.” He said, making you turn around and you leaned against your door, allowing him to speak.

“I didn’t mean it, not a single word. You know me, Y/N. You know I wouldn’t say something like that, and mean it. I was just mad at myself, for allowing him to almost have you. I’ve liked you longer, so it wasn’t fair and, and—” he stumbled over the words he was trying to find before he groaned.

“And it isn’t fair that I’ve liked you longer and then some guy comes around to play the asshole of the show, and you’re suddenly flirting with him, when, when it should’ve been me.” Joe spoke quietly, looking down at the ground with sudden interest.

“Joe, life isn’t fair, you know? I wasn’t flirting, either.” You found yourself saying and you had no idea why you were explaining yourself, because you had no reason to. “I do like you, but, I was just welcoming a new member of the team, not flirting with him. You’re the only person that I put those stupid poems in your locker, because they’re basically me confessing how I feel.”

Biting your lip, you heard footsteps approaching as you looked up and lips crashed into yours but you just kissed back, amazed at the sudden gesture. Hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer and you grunted, kissing harder before Joe pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Let’s not fight again. Twelve hours without you was too long, plus, i bet your feet are killing you from walking.” He smiled, watching as you unlocked the door and let him in.

“Well, I’m with you when you’re right, Joe.” You smiled, sighing in relief to have your best friend, and boyfriend back, all before twenty four hours.


AN: my mind sputtered, but i finally finished it, folks!!! I hope you enjoyed, and I hope this was written to your liking. I got a nine hour shift ahead of me.