sorry i had a lot of feels for them

hi hello everyone I would like to talk about Marius Pontmercy

and how he grew up his whole life separated from and hating his father bc he thought he didn’t care abt him

until his father died and he realized that none of that was true once it was too late

he was then kicked out of his home by his own grandfather and had to learn how to do pretty much everything

and then he made all these important friends only to lose every single fucking one of them

but he still found a way to be happy with the woman he loved

bless this boy

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I promise. This started out as just doodling Shiro… and then the idea invaded my brain and held me hostage unless I made bleach blonde Kuron a reality. He is here. You can pry him from my cold, dead hands! 

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Merlin Memory Month Prompt Day 3:
Path III - Emotion/Mood: Passionate
I really should apologize because this time I misused the prompt quite a lot. This is not about the passion between Merthur. This is about my own passion for them. For this I digged out the very first scribble I EVER made of Merthur and put color on it. I thought a lot about why the first scribble I made was a good luck-hug before a tournament? It seems this had been very important to me *sobs* these boys…

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I have something I must ask you. Because I really like you, we build a farm together, have a baby, and want to live as ordinary citizens, would you want to live with me?

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@metalosse asked for my Top 5 SoMa moments in the SE manga and i went a little too extra… ((thank you for asking me friend <3 i missed you!!))

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bonus for the Top 5 favorite Pokemon is in the keep reading below! (sorry i had to make this a separate post from your ask since there are a lot of pictures hehe)

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Why ‘NU’EST MTV Diary’ re-airing after 5 years is actually bittersweet: As it was originally cancelled because no one watched it

When I first heard the news of Nu’est’s diary airing after 5 years, it brought back some bad memories for me. I didn’t have any SNS so back then I didn’t watch it, but even watching it the first time about 4 years ago….the shows ending was very sad.

It was during Hello era, to put it in context because this was Nu’ests third comeback (despite already being 1 year old) A LOT of their young and frankly immature fans left because they hated the image change from Charisma to mature almost-ballad.The public loved it but the young fans weren’t keen. Also the fact that other boy groups had many comebacks while NU’EST were put in the basement with no activity for months, so despite being literally one of the biggest debuts in K-pop EVER, they fell off the map. Of course after that Pledis shipped them to China and Japan making things even worse, but let’s just talk about MTV diary right now.

The worst bit is that the boys were told roughly the show is canceled because no one watched it.

I was mad the staff told them roughly as if it was their fault! Other rookies in 2012 like EXO and B.A.P had surpassed them despite NU’EST selling more than both those groups combined the previous year, because of Pledis’ lack of funds and bad management.

Minhyun and the others joke around and pretend cry, but especially in JR’s eyes, you can really see the pain of no one watching their show.

You need to understand that this was almost 5 years ago, Nu’est have been struggling for so many years. Honestly, what can I say? It was one of the biggest downfalls ever, and none of it was their fault.

 But JR as always probably blamed himself for the show not doing well- although now he is happy, Jonghyun still has these memories of failure as a scar on his heart. 

In the press con. for his 1st variety ‘Night Goblin’ despite being the Maknae he said he’d take responsibility if the show didn’t do well. Making me have serious flashbacks to MTV diary being canceled. I hope he can give himself a break now, not everything is this fault he needs to see this.

It gets even sadder. They still have so much hope, they scream from the top of a hill their wishes to make it in 2013. Knowing how things got even worse for them after 2013 makes this really fucking hard to watch.

I just needed everyone to know that people watching and talking about MTV Diary, the show that was a failure 5 years ago, is a really big deal. I can’t think of another group who had their rise so late into their career.

Honestly, this show being viewed a lot now feels like some sort of symbol for NU’EST’s potential rise.

Dear NU’EST, I’m sorry you’ve been through more pain than most could bear, I’m sorry you didn’t hit the jackpot in 2013, 2014, 2015 or 2016.

But I am praying with all my heart you can finally hit the jackpot in 2017!

Because of this addition on the post by @tinkdw I felt compelled to write a short… thingy. :P 

Watch Over You (1264 words)

When Cas comes back as a human, he has nightmares. Dean doesn’t notice it at first; the bunker is huge and the walls are mostly sound proof and Cas – well, Cas always looks tired.

And Cas does his best to never let it on that he dreams, every night, of all the people he killed, all the mistakes he made, all the knowledge he has lost because his human mind can’t comprehend it anymore. Some days he wakes up screaming, others crying – often both. But he never talks about it because, well, if he’s learned one thing, then this: Winchesters don’t talk about their feelings. And he’s a Winchester now, at least this much has Dean made clear.

Dean notices when they’re on a case in Iowa, sharing the motel room because Sam got the short straw and has to observe a haunted house they’ve theoretically cleared but – better safe than sorry. It’s almost 2am and Dean’s not even remotely tired so he’s just idling around when a soft whimper makes him perk up.

It grows louder. At first it’s barely noticeable but after a while the whimper turns into groans (and not the sexy kind either), then small cries and Dean can hear Cas’ breath hitching before he lets out a shout. Dean’s up before he knows what he’s doing, standing at Cas’ bed. He’s sweaty and his face is distorted into a grimace; without thinking, Dean grabs Cas’ shoulder and shakes it.

Cas sits up almost immediately. “I didn’t -” he stutters. “I didn’t want -”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Dean says softly. “It was a dream.” He’s surprised by the gentleness in his voice and swallows heavily; he shouldn’t turn this into a chick flick moment.

“Dean.” Cas recognizes him and immediately recoils; Dean’s hand is falling from Cas’ shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He sounds tired. “I – had a bad dream.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Dean answers.

“I’m sorry,” Cas repeats. “I didn’t want to disturb you. I can go sleep in Sam’s room if you want.”

Dean shakes his head without even thinking about it. “Dude, no,” he says forcefully. “That’s not a problem. I’m used to it. Sam had them all the time. Me… me too.”

“I – I may have had them a lot,” Cas admits. “In the last weeks. But I didn’t want to disturb you. And it’s not a problem, really. Don’t feel pressured into doing… something.”

“I’m not. Come on, let’s try to go back to sleep, okay? I’ll sit here a bit. Watch over you.” He points at the end of the bed.

Cas tilts his head curiously. “You always said I shouldn’t do this,” he says.

That makes Dean blush. “Well, that was – different,” he explains. He doesn’t exactly know how, but it - well it was. Most definitely. “You deserve it,” he adds as an afterthought.

Maybe it’s because Cas is too tired to argue or because he actually believes what Dean has said, but he agrees and lets himself fall to sleep shortly after. And it seems to help, very well actually – no nightmare in sight. Dean doesn’t fall asleep that night but that’s okay - he can sleep in the Impala, let Sam drive. He’s always happy when he can.

After that, it becomes a habit. Of course, because Cas is Cas, he at first puts up a fight – but after the third night in a row where he needed more caffeine than humanly possible to even held his head up he realized that this is his best option.

So Dean stops sleeping in his room, instead watching over Cas every night. He doesn’t mention it to Sam because – it’s no big deal anyway, and it’s just until Cas stops having these dreams. He sets up a comfy chair next to Cas’ bed and it works. When Cas has a nightmare, he wakes him up, they go back to sleep.

No need to talk about it. Not that they don’t talk – actually they do talk a lot, sometimes for hours at a time. About everything, being human, their last cases, philosophical questions; sometimes Cas tries to lure him into a conversation about mathematical equations because he ‘doesn’t want his skills to get rusty’ but Dean shuts that down pretty quickly.

They do this for a week until Dean’s back and neck starts to hurt. He doesn’t say anything because he has enjoyed their nights together so much that he fears saying anything will threaten whatever fragile thing they have build together but Cas, of course, notices it anyway.

When Dean groans and massages his neck as he sinks into the chair, Cas sighs and pointedly looks at his bed. “My bed is pretty big, you know,” he says.

“Um,” Dean says. “Okay?”

“It’s just – I see that you’re hurting. And I feel bad. Because I – I feel like my happiness comes at your expense. I don’t - I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not, Cas. I’m just old and cranky and shouldn’t be doing this stuff anymore. But if I can handle a wendigo I can handle a fucking chair.”

“Well, you don’t have to.”

They don’t talk about it for that evening but when it’s 2AM and Dean wakes up with the worst crick in his neck that he has ever experienced, Cas wakes up and holds up his blanket as an invitation. “Come on,” he says and it’s not a plea, it’s not a suggestion, it’s an order.

So, of course, Dean obeys. He’s shaking and sweating at the prospect of sharing a bed with Cas, but he obeys. It doesn’t mean anything, he thinks. Cas is Cas. He just wants to be nice to me. It doesn’t mean anything. He doesn’t sleep that night.

The next night, he’s in bed with Cas from the beginning. He almost doesn’t dare to move but he’s tired, so tired, and when he falls asleep he finds himself drifting closer to Cas; almost but not quite touching. They don’t talk about it afterwards.

The third night it all goes down. Of course he’s lying in Cas’ bed and of course he’s trying to keep his hands to himself but after talking for three hours and Cas’ eyes falling shut every few seconds now he just can’t help himself; he raises his hand and brushes a few stray hairs from Cas’ face.

When Cas opens his eyes almost immediately, he stills. “Sorry,” he says and puts his hand back, expecting – whatever, a shout, a ‘what the fuck are you doing you pervert’, a ‘leave my bed and don’t come back’.

Certainly not this. Cas takes Dean’s hand, putting it in his hair again. “It’s okay,” he says quietly. Hesitantly, Dean starts to caress Cas’ hair, watching with fascination when Cas shuffles closer, burying his nose in Dean’s neck. Far too soon his breath starts to even and he falls asleep completely; he doesn’t have any nightmares that night.

There’s no going back from this, and somehow Dean doesn’t want to. Soft touches turn into warm embraces turn into slow kisses turn into eager movements. He doesn’t look back; they don’t talk about it because, well, there’s nothing to talk about.

Except one thing, a few weeks later. “You know,” Cas starts quietly when Dean is running his fingers through his hair again. “I vowed to always watch over you,” he continues. “And then you said you would do the same.” There’s a short pause, then, very quiet, almost like an exhale. “Thank you.”

Cas doesn’t have nightmares again, but they still share a bed.

Jughead Jones | My little Serpent

Count of words: 2567

Warnings: super long, longer than intended, fluff, maybe kind of spoiler about the season finale but I guess you have all seen it. I SWEAR I DIDN’T INTEND ON WRITE SUCH A LONG IMAGINE BUT I’M PROUD!

A/N: this is seriously as good as it could be. It is currently very late at night and while I was trying to sleep I couldn’t cause someone is having a wedding on the next street and there are fireworks, which I’m scared of so heeey I got a distraction…..I swear this is 100% your average big greek fat wedding going on in that house. IT’S BEEN ALMOST 6 HOURS NOW!!! Sorry I rumble about this… Anyway enjoy my late night creation ♥

PS. Let’s pretend that Fred was either not shot or survived the shot…

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Ok so don’t hate me but I had another idea! Could you do one where you are once again Archie’s younger sister and you and Jughead are really close friends so when he became a serpent you were around them a lot and became friends of the serpents and because they take care of there own the offer you a jacket to and Archie and Betty and the gang find out and get upset, they feel like they already lost Juggie and don’t want to lose another friend but you join and idk fluff? Jughead x reader. 💕💕💕


Even with all that crazy stuff following you ever since the death of Jason Blossom, you thought that for once you could have a quiet day. And you did, but not for long. You woke up that morning with your brother, Archie, and his best friend ,and roomate, Jughead jumping on top of you. They were laughing while trying to wake you up to have break fast and go to school with them. As soon as you realised what was going on the two dorks started tickling you and the extreme laughter combined with the extreme ab exersise you were getting by it didn’t really let you talk. “Stop! Stop you are killing me,” you yelled. “DAD! SAVE ME!” You called at him after seeing him standing by the door, admiring the joyfull moment before him. “Hey, boys, enough,” he tried stoping him but the didn’t stop. “Well, you know what they say, Y/N. ‘If you can’t stop them, join them’ .“ “NO!” You screamed as your dad joined the two boys tickling you; more like stabbing you, with their fingers. 

“I hate you all,” you said at the two boys sitting in front of you eating breakfast trying to suppress their chuckles. “She’s right, you know,” your father butted in jokingly. “Oh, you don’t talk,” you grumped and went on with your breakfast as the man let out a breathy laugh.

The day seemed to be rather calm. You know, stupid classes, small breaks, lunch with your brother and his friends; in which Jughead would not stop tickling you. You really had no idea why they were like that today but you liked it. As much as you hated to admit you liked it. But, your quiet day came to an end as soon as you walked inside your house with your brother and your close friend short behind you. 

As you stepped a foot inside you spotted a woman around the age of your father talking to him. “Hey, guys. This is Ms. Weiss from Social Services. She’s, uh, she’s Jughead’s case worker.” Your father declared as soon as he saw you three. You all seemed shocked and you were. While the boys walked towards the small kitchen you followed close behind. “Jughead, I know how terrible and emotional the last few days have been for you. Your father’s facing serious jail time. Your mom’s over-extended and out of state. We just want to make sure that you’re taken care of.” The woman admitted and Archie butted in , “Well, he can keep staying with us, right, Dad?” Your father simply sent him a sad smile telling him that he already offered. At that moment you knew what was coming. You took Jughead’s arm in your hands and held it firmly, while you later proceeded on hugging it close you your body and interwine your fingers together. He turned his gaze on you for a second smile at the sight of you like this. No, you were not together, not that it would bother you. But Jughead was the person you truly fitten in with. He was quiet and so were you. You were the two members of the little group of friends that would never talk, and when you were it would mostly be between you two and you would be just making sarcastic remarks. “Great, so what’s the problem?” You asked even though you knew the answer.  “It was a DUI. After your mom left. Look, we can talk about this later but between that and my cash flow problem, it knocks me out.” Your father explained as Jughead gave your hand a reasuring squeeze. “There is a family on the Southside that’s offered to foster you. They’re good people, they’ve worked with us before.” The woman added while looking at him. “That doesn’t sound completely horrible.” Jughead reasoned, saying that mostly for you to hear. “It does mean you’ll be in a different school district, Jughead, and you’ll have to transfer schools.” That’s when you lost it. The only person you were comfortable around in school was going to tranfer to the southside. Great, wasn’t that just great?

After leaving them and dashing into your room you were completely unaware of anything else that was said. All you could do was stay in your room and try to calm down a bit. There was a soft knock on the door and without having anytime time to answer the sudden visitor opened the door. “Are you ok?” A person you recognised as Jughead asked. You slowly rearrenge your posistion so you could look at him. “Do I look ok?” you replied with tear stained eyes. “Oh, little one, come here. I’m not gonna be that far away,” he said hugging you close to his body. “I’ll tell you what. I will be staying at my dad’s house, ok? And you will be coming over as frequently as you would like, ok? We could even have sleepovers!” He cheered trying to explain to you that it was not the end of the world. “Yeah, ok. But you will not be there with me at school. How will I do that?” you asked, probably acting like a baby but you didn’t care. “Well, uhm, I could give you my beanie but we both now I won’t,” he said jokingly and making you smlie, “but I will give you one of my flannels. You can wear it on school and it’ll be as if I’m there, yeah?” He said giving you a peck on the forehead. “Good. Want me to sleep here tonight?” he asked and you simply nodded as he started getting comfortable in the bed and pulling you towards his body, embrassing yoy and allowing the heat to warm your small body up in this cold night. “The door stays open,” your father called passing by, always destroying the moment.

It had already been a couple of days ever since Jughead moved to the southside and you spent most of your time there.You would finish school and then you would instantly run to FP’s trailer to meet Jug and today was not going to be any different. The thing was that before that Jughead would come over so you all would go to the Jubilee together and as much as he hated it he did it for you. He walked inside and was stunned after he saw you. You were standing by the kitchen island with your brother and mother. A stunning off-the-shoulder tight-fitted black dress, falling down to your knees. You looked absolutely stunning and Jughead could not hide it. “Oh, Jug’s here,” your mother called and you saw the boy looking at you all. “Jug!” You called and walked up to hug him. “Hey little one,” he said hugging back and giving you a forehead kiss. “Are they a thing?” Your mother asked Archie silently that replied with a disappointed no. “I think we should head off,” your dad said and grabbed his car keys as you all walked to the truck.

After the boring dance was over… Well, it was not so boring. I mean you had Betty’s speach and your brother sing with his current love intrest, and your mum being annoying and a lot more things, but let’s stick to boring. So, after the boring dance was over you and Jughead were going to walk to his father’s trailer, watch a movie and you would then sleep here. And that’s exactly what happened, with a little twist. You made it to your destination and walked inside. Jughead offered you a shirt of his he knew would be huge on you and a pair of his boxers as shorts, knowing that his sweatpants would be enormous on you. You were after all tiny in front of him, but he found that cute. Not that you knew. After putting that on you found Jughead sitting on the couch turning on the TV to find a good movie, and knowing him it would probably be some great old one or a scary movie since he was always amused when you got scared. But his actions were stopped when there was a knock on the door. He walked outside but you didn’t know what happened until you got out as well to see what took him so long and he was wearing his father’s Serpent jacket. When he saw you he seemed scared of your reaction but you took it surprisingly well. You even said that he looked like a very dark version of Clark Kent with the hair and all, or like a younger and more adorable version of Damon Salvatore. After that you continued doing what was on your original plans.

Your brother and his friends were devastated when they saw Jughead walk inside Pop’s wearing his Serpent jacket. Betty was shocked to say the least, while your brother seemed angry, Veronica didn’t think much of it and neither did Kevin so they just kept on making jokes and comments like the ones you did when he was given the jacket. The downside of this was that you were going to have your brother talk about this for a long long time, but you would indeed avoid it as much as possible. 

It had been about a week since Jughead became in charge of the southside Surpents, since his father was the ‘leader’ before. But he did have help both from you and a man’s that was second-in-command that took his dad’s place until Jughead came to the southside. Due to that and because you and him seemed to become even closer with everything that happened you spent a lot of time together in the southside, either just walking around and talking, or staying at his house, or some times spending a lot of time in the Whyte Wyrm. Everyone was surprised and you constantly had your brother or father trying to keep you from going there with Jug, but you didn’t seemed to care. The thing is the Serpents accept you as their own, they got your back not matter what. Like that time this girl from your school started calling you names and some of them happened to be around they did everything to protect you from her and make sure you didn’t actually believe everything she said. They even had one of their own stick around you just to make sure you were ok but your brother didn’t know. 

One day you all were going to hang out over at Jug’s so you, your brother and the girls were driving there in Archie’s truck. Just as you stepped outside a bunch of Serpents appeared in front of you. Betty got scared, thinking they would attack you or something, since they were told you to stop walking, and she hurried to get Jughead. He walked towards you watching as the second-in-command came over to you and hugged you. “Look,” he began, “we see your friends here are like family to you, you are one of them. But you are family to us and you are one of us. And you know how we take of our own. So we wanted you to know that we will keep on taking care of you, kid. It’s always good when you stick around and, well, we thought you deserve to have this. You deserve to have this cause, as I said you are one of us.” He finished. It was so sweet how much these people cared for you. I mean you grew up with the idea that they are vicious and bad. But they’re not. They are nice people; different people that are under the influence of the stereotypes. You smiled at the man and reached for the jacked but Archie stopped you. “Y/N, no. Don’t you dare. You are not a surpent. You are one of us.” He said. “He’s right, Y/N. You don’t belong with them but with us.” Veronica butted in, agreeing with the stupidity of my brother. “We already lost Jughead to the serpents,little one, we can’t lose you as well,” said Betty adding to the anger that began to boil inside of you. “You are joking right? You don’t mean this stupid things you said.” You mumble. “No, Y/N we’re not,” replied Archie. You looked down for a second contemplaiting what was going on exactly, and then you did what your friends and brother didn’t want you to. You grabbed the jacket from the surpent and wrapped it around your body. After a long time you felt like home. You felt that you truly belonged somewhere. The serpents start cheering on your decision the one that gave you the jacket even hugged you once again. Jughead stared in aw as the two girls with Archie walked inside.

The serpents left and both you and Jughead walked inside meeting a furious Archie, a disappointed Betty and an annoyed Veronica. “What’s wrong with you guys?” You asked trying to understand why they all were like that. “What’s wrong? You ask what’s wrong? Y/N, you are no serpent. You are my sister. They are no good for you.” Archie said pacing up and down the small space. “Arch are you joking? They are amazing people. At least most of them. They treat me like family, they take care of me. They have on of their own to keep an eye on me and make sure I’m safe with all that shit you guys get yourselfs into and drag me into as well.” You fired back at him. “Wow, Y/N, wow.” Betty said looking at you with a very disappointed, almost discussted look. Tears pricked your eyes as this kept going on for a while. “Just don’t come home until you find a way to explain this to dad,” he said in an angry matter. “That’s it. Get out. All of you get out. And don’t come talk to me or her until you stop being irrational.” Jughead yelled, seeing how these words hurt you. You started sobbing in an instand as Archie said that and Jughead pulled you into his arms. Archie tried to apologise but Jug didn’t let him. “I said leave. Now.” He chanted once more since your brother wouldn’t leave. Eventually he did and Jughead picked you up and walked to the couch.

The whole night you spent on that couch. He would say things to calm you down but your tears would not stop. He wouldn’t give up though. He would hold you in his arms stroking your hair and back in attemts to relax you. “It’s ok Y/N. It’s gonna be alright. You can stay here for as long as needed. You know the serpents love you. I love you,” he said. You stopped crying after he said that and you just stared at his face. “Yo-you love me?” You asked surprised. Jug didn’t reply so you took matters in your own hands and you kissed him. You kissed him with so much love you had never shown to anyone. “I love you too,” you uttered before the boy took you in his arms bridal style and run to the bedroom playfully as you laughed. He seemed so happy you said that, so he threw you on the bed and run to the window and opened it. “My little serpent loves me back,” he screamed repeatingly so every one would know.

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Another year behind oh boy (and I’m still posting reborn stuff oh boy) 
Happy 2018 everybody I hope you all have very nice and fortunate year!

anonymous asked:

How are you feeling? Are you doing okay? I love your Webcomics and noticed on your Tapastic that you'd said you'd had some surgeries? I hope you're okay and that you make a full recovery soon from whatever it is.

Ahh thank you for asking. 

Yes, I had kidney surgery in April to remove (successfully yay!!!) a tumor they found by accident when I went to the ER for side pain August of 2016. It was rough recovering at first, but after a few months I got back into pretty close what my usual routine was before surgery.

I had to go to the ER last night again, however, for abrupt side pain. I was there till around midnight and they had to do blood and urine tests, as well as an xray and an ultrasound. I have an infection, possibly another kidney stone?, and my kidney is swollen. The doctor says he doesn’t know why it’s swollen but he’ll contact my surgeon on Monday. I currently am on medication again and I don’t feel too well, but I’m drinking a lot of water and trying to take it easy.

I’m sorry for the slower updates recently. I’ve been employed to work on a project full time so I haven’t had as much free time to draw. I suspect I will be able to work on “Here it Comes” and “Satan and Me” by the end of July, when I have more free time, barring no more medical things come up out of the blue.

Thank you guys for the prayers and kind thoughts! I really appreciate all of them, and look forward to being able to update the comic again as soon as possible. :~)

Also can I just say that it’s good Magnus and Alec are talking about this right now and not later on? Like in the books Magnus and Alec didn’t have conversations about Magnus’ former relationships until Book Four, until after they’ve been together for a while and have already had sex. Getting this out and talking about Alec’s potential insecurities with never having been in a relationship before is important. It is not childish or stupid of Alec to feel insecure, he is allowed to have those feelings. I think most people do normally feel insecure if they have no romantic or sexual experience while their partner has had a lot of experience in relationships. Them addressing it now is healthy, and obviously their date goes well so it’ll end in a positive manner.

Confessions

A drunk!Dean x Reader / fluff

A/N: Hey, it’s me! Just writing two things in one week. (It’s probably going to snow). This is just something that popped into my head, because I love drunk!Dean/Jensen. I hope you guys like it. Your response fuels my writing. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 1,302

Warnings:
- language.
- implied smut (kind of)

Tags: (at the end)
*if you want to be tagged in future fics, send me an ask.

*gif is not mine.

It was early for you, considering you normally didn’t wake up until at least noon. Looking at your phone, you realized it was only 7 am. Sam wasn’t even awake yet; his bedroom door next to yours still closed. With no windows in the Bunker, it was hard for you to wake up with the dawn anymore, your body used to the sun being your alarm clock. Walking down the hallway into the kitchen, you could hear faint giggling. It was a deep, goofy giggle, and you knew exactly who it was coming from.

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Little witch (Part 4)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2 754

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on?

A/N: I am so so so so sorry for not posting the next part in two weeks. It’s the end of the school year so I had a lot of exams. Most of the times i was too exhausted to sit in front of the laptop and write. I really want to apologize if this part is not that interesting but i will do my best to post new part every day (but do not promise). Please let me know what you think about it ♥ It’s really important for me to know you opinion about the story :) Enjoy!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Originally posted by kimtaeyoen

“That’s how I burned down part of Hydra’s base.”, (Y/N) spoken softly. Tears that she didn’t know was hiding were now rolling down. Nobody said anything. They were shocked by what the girl went though at the age of seven.

“They were trying to program me. Their intentions were to create fighters better than the Winter Soldier and Black Widow.”

“If they can control them we are have a big problem.”, Tony stated as he tried to emphasize how serious the problem was.

“How many are they?”

“I don’t know”, the last events weren’t leaving her mind, “Probably 8 or less. I don’t know how many survived.”

“As far as we know the base is still whole. You may have burnt down part of it.”, Steve declared as he stood up and began walking.

“What did you feel?”, Bruce asked all of a sudden.

“What do you mean?”

“What did you feel right before you burnt the base?”

“Oh. I- um…fire. Yeah, definitely fire, but not literally. I mean, it was -“

“Relieving? Taking you whole, feeling powerful because of the rage built inside you and yet it somehow calms you down?”, Banner finished her sentence.

“Exactly.”, (Y/N) was amazed by this. Mr. Banner wasn’t lying her when he had said he cannot control his anger that easily.

“What about when we found you?”, Wanda questioned as she understood what Bruce was attempting to o.

“Scared. Naked. Exposed. Breakable.”

“Mixed feeling, paranoia overwhelming you?”

“Yes.”, after some seconds Banner revealed his thoughts making them a statement.

“I think I know what your powers are.”

Ten minutes later the whole gang was in the training room waiting to see what the young witch was capable of.

“Are you sure Mr. Banner?”

“Call me Bruce, please.”, her gave the girl a smile and nodded, “Yes, I am.”

“But how can I control the elements? I mean, how did you find this out?”

“Fire is symbolized by rage, anger. It the Greek Mythology Ares, the furious god of war, is always drawn with red paint and flames around him. Also, when you said a great amount of different feeling overwhelmed you, it showed me that you can control earth. When we found you, your first action was to use those spikes to warn or kill the people trying to disturb you. Earth is believed to give humans stability. So basically your powers had tried to calm your mind down by using the ground as a weapon. But when Peter entered you shelter you were again taken by your fears making unstable and unpredictable like the wind.”

“So my emotional condition affects my powers?”

“That’s right. So now we would try to teach you how to use them without letting the emotions taking you over.”, Steve patted the girl on her shoulder.

“What if I hurt you?”

“Do not worry about us.”, Tony smiled in order to reassure her.

Ten minutes later all the Avengers were in a shield created by Wanda with her powers in the second floor of the training room. It wasn’t a whole floor just a part of it from where the instructor could watch or could enter the premises.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present you the great Avengerrrrs.”, (Y/N) ‘announced’ with a sarcastic tone in her formal voice, “Good to know old men and women are scared of a puny girl.”, Wanda who was standing against the girl laughed as she saw her friends trying to protect themselves in the shield she had created.

“Hey, don’t blame us that we value our lives and want to keep them as longer as possible.”, Tony acted as a drama queen placing his hand over  the place where his heart was supposed to be.

“Guys, you must accept it. She is right.”

“Why don’t you shut up and show the girl whatever you are going to show her.”

“As you wish Mr. Stank.”, Wanda retorted back and turned around to face (Y/N). The girl was nervous as she was able to see. Her hands were slightly shaking and she kept rubbing them against her clothes in order to remove the sweat, “So, I am going to attack you. Don’t worry i won’t hurt you. You just have to try to protect yourself somehow by using your energy. Just before that do not panic about the situation, that’s the most important thing you have to do. Breathe and then try to look deep inside you, searching for the power you want. Think about it, think how you want it to look, what and how you are going to do with it.”, the girl nodded but she felt nothing from this instructions was going to be fulfilled.

Wanda’s fingers were moving and seconds later they were shining in red but the woman wasn’t attacking her yet. (Y/N) did her best to follow the advice. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. She had four powers and only one was able to protect her right now– air. The girl remembered the feeling when she had attacked Peter. The air was tickling the tips if her fingers. She looked for that feeling again but nothing happened. No strange feeling inside her, no power felt. She opened her eyes just in time to see Wanda’s magic coming towards her. She kneeled down to avoid it.

“Don’t give up. It won’t happen from the first time.”, Steve said.

The girl inhaled and exhaled deeply this time trying with another power. There wasn’t ground or water her so she had to use fire. This time was the same failure.

“Nothing is happening.”, the girl stated after her seventh attempt, “I feel nothing inside me, only darkness. Guess why? Because my fucking eyes are fucking closed!”  

“Language!”, Steve called from inside the shield.

“Sorry.”, the girl gave the man an innocent smile but deep inside her she was feeling the same way as she had felt in the Hydra base – as a failure, miserable failure that cannot do anything. What was she doing here? Why did she even trust those guys? Why the hell was she thinking the brown haired teenager is attractive? A lot of questions suddenly filled her mind making her feel odd, questioning all her actions since she exploded part of the base. What is she even?

“Earth to (Y/N)! Are you listening?”, Peter’s voice took her out of the trans she had been immersed in.

“Yes…no, sorry! It’s just… I’m sucking. I can’t protect myself by creating a stupid shield from air or fire. I don’t know how to use my powers and how to control them! It’s driving me crazy when I am failing at things. Especially this!”, the girl shouted as soon as despair filled her body. She wasn’t going to give up, no. She was going to fight with teeth until she reached the final but all those events that happened in the last three days…it was too heavy for her to bear.

“(Y/n), hey, you can do it. I know you can. You’ve gone through a lot and this…this stupid thing cannot stop you. You are brave, you are-”, Peter had approached the red shield separating the two teenagers that were slowly falling under the love curse of each other. His voice was soft, his intentions good and it was felt. But the girl was too gentle. Not like a flower that would break under a slightly rougher touch, but like a bomb that was going to explode if the person holding her didn’t know how to defuse it. Peter was from those who were about to get killed because of the wrong actions he made.

“You don’t know me to tell me what I am! I do not know what I am!”, she screamed at the boy. Her body was moving on its own. For a moment (Y/N) felt as a prisoner. She was seeing what she was doing but she couldn’t control herself. The girl felt it, the power that was running through her veins, that was slowly taking control of her hands, mind, thoughts…Her hands were on fire. She moved them towards the shield sending a fire orb. At first the shield swallowed it but then it began swelling and the fire finally was in charge. The shield was now like a cell keeping its victims. The small prison was causing troubles with their ability to inhale. Wanda did something and the small hell torture was gone. The girl was standing there, her feet glued to the ground not letting her move. She was like a living stone – looking unbreakable and hard but this event causing her to crack from inside. When she saw the avengers’ looks she finally felt what she was trying to hide. She was a dangerous weapon, the desired weapon from Hydra that could kill thousands of people without caring at first place. She felt guilt, but more important – part of her felt good.

“I told you we would need a shield.”, Tony stated as he and the rest of the group gave it a try to stand up. Most of them were shocked about what had happened. Of course, not about themselves but the girl. She was shocked – looking at a spot on the wall between the heads of her victims, not moving, pale as snow. Her bottom lip was shaking as her hands did.

“I-I…I am -”, they all knew she was going to apologize but it was hard for her to find the right words.

“Hey, kid, we are used to having our asses kicked. You haven’t hurt anyone, no need to worry.”, Steve rushed towards (Y/N) in order to calm the girl down. He knew what Hydra was capable of and what the girl had gone through was infernal. It would have been unnatural if she was stable.

“But I could have.”, Steve saw the tears forming in her (y/e/c) eyes. Seeing this little girl beside him made his heart shrink. How could he not see the broken, the innocent, the lost girl? He only thought of her as a way Hydra to entice them…He was supposed to be a superhero, to have faith in everything, to see the good in every bad. The blonde man had no idea what to say as though a cat had gotten his tongue. He opened his mouth to say something, to help this little girl who had lost everything in her life but he closed it seconds later.

Wanda came closer as she knew (Y/N) trusted her more than the others. Peter followed her actions but as soon as they were next to the girl she ran away.

“(Y/N)!”, Peter called after the girl and was about to run after her but Steve grabbed him, “She needs help!”, he demanded and tried to  escape the strong grip with no luck.

“She needs to be alone with herself right now, Pete. I think we might have damaged her more rather than helping.”

The next week (Y/N) was distant. She talked only with Wanda and Bruce and trained only with them. The others tried to make her feel as at home she never had but the girl was barely giving in. She was stubborn, that was for sure, but with nights spent at her room with Wanda she understood how wrong her actions are.

“You are not doing anything bad, but how they are trying to help and you should not be scared that you will hurt them. I know how you feel. When I began my training here I wasn’t as good as now, I almost crashed the training room down.”, the woman laughed at the thought that just appeared in her head, “I remember Tony’s face when he came down and saw one of the walls missing.”

“Really?”. The girl laughed along with her new best friend.

“Yes. He made me practice outside even after he repaired it.”, Wanda looked at (Y/N) feeling her as the little sister she never had, “See, no matter what happens they are going to be your family only if you let them. They are strange I can assume, we had out times of division but we came back together.”

It was 8.00 pm. (Y/N) was lying on her bed thinking about Wanda’s words as she tent to do the last three days. The girl felt Wanda as a sister she could trust. She believed her and knew that all the things she had told her were true. Strangely this people were trying to give her a home, to give her a family and she was backing. Why? Was it because it was happening too fast? Maybe because it felt so unreal that it was more possible to be Hydra test than a part of the reality? Only in her first day here she told them her whole story, she was given a private room, they tried to help her with her powers. And what did she do? She almost killed them and ran away crying like a baby…Yeah, a really good first impression. The girl had to accept the information that Hydra was away, not torturing her, not going after her or if they did, she was safe here with people to protect her and teach her how to do the same.

For a week she slightly improved her powers. Well, she still wasn’t able to control them but for now she didn’t need to be so angry to use any of her powers. The girl was trying to use the built in her rage to call her powers instead of letting the anger take control over her. (Y/N) was happy with the results for only one week and this success was one of the things encouraging her to go to the living room where the Avengers were meeting every night to eat and relax somehow.

(Y/N) stood up and looked in the mirror. She was wearing pink pajamas with unicorns on them which was definitely not her style. But what could she do? Wanda was too happy to call somebody a sister… The witch opened the wardrobe. The first time she did so she was amazed how big it was and most importantly that it was full of clothes fitting her perfectly. Now, she was kind of used to it but not at all. The girl took out comfortable jeans and a pale blue t-shirt. After dressing up she exited the room. Taking a deep breath she guided her legs towards the living room which was on the floor below. As she reached the glass door she looked inside. They were all scattered around the room – some on the sofas, some on the armchairs, and some on the floor. (Y/N) inhaled and exhaled deeply and then opened the door. The Avengers didn’t hear it because they were immersed in their conversation but e certain one did with his super senses.

The boy turned around and as the two lovebirds, as Tony liked to call them, saw each other they both stopped doing whatever they were for a moment. (Y/N) looked directly at Peter and for a moment it was only the two of them. The girl hated this feeling but as she had no powers in her emotions, neither on her hearth.

“(Y/N)!”, Wanda exclaimed and ran towards her to give her a hug. The Avengers looked at the girl surprised.

“Ms. (Y/N)!”, Thor came and ruffled her hair, “I am so happy to see you there.”, by his voice, the girl understood he had drank something but his relaxed behavior around her, the fact he was himself made her smile.

“Hello everyone!”, she greeted the gang and sat down next to Wanda and opposite Peter who was now giving her e reassuring smile. She smiled back, “Can I have a slice?”, she asked as the witch pointed at the three pizzas in front of her.

“Of course!”, Tony answered as he poured another glass of alcohol, “But hurry up because Thor is going to eat them all.”

(Y/N) laughed and joined the Avengers that night. At first she thought she wouldn’t fit there but she couldn’t have been more wrong. This was the first time from ages she felt happy again, she felt loved and welcomed. She wasn’t scared anymore, neither in pain. She was feeling young, carefree, free as a teenager should feel. The witch felt normal and for once in her whole life, she forgot about the nightmares that chased her each night.  

Part 5 

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‘ultimate guess who’ anon fic recs

for those who missed it, @mlficwritersanon​ set up a fun guess who challnge. buncha writers wrote fics anonymously and readers are supposed to guess who wrote what! super neat idea.

anyway, i finally read thru all these and felt like reccing the ones that stood out to me =D/ not gonna be as detailed as my regular recs since i read most of these a while ago, and forget a lot of details xD;;;; sorry. i’ll do my best tho ;0;/ 

and for the record, all of these are reveal fics. that was the theme. :]


[listing these in reverse order, cos a lot of the ones at the end got buried by newer fics ;0;]

A Revealing Interview  Alya Césaire uncovers more than she expects to one afternoon when she interviews Chloé Bourgeois for the Ladyblog.
- this is a alya/chloe fic, in which they have miraculous. it’s rly cute ;0; 

We Were Lovers In A Past Life –  Alya’s kryptonite? Blondes and stripes.
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 alya/chloe, with miraculous again. but different! this one ended my life. good shit :’D

Tomorrow’s Troubles – But that was a thought for tomorrow. Those were all thoughts for tomorrow. Melancholy was for tomorrow and so was responsibility.
- ladynoir/adrinette. THIS ONE PUNCHED ME OUT THE FUCKIN SEAT. I HELLA REMEMBER THAT. it was really good. ;0; it’s aged up. that is all i’mma say.

Dredging Up the Past Sabine reminisces about her time with the ladybug miraculous.
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abine + marinette mainly [also adrien and tom are in it~]. THISSSSSSSS FIIIIC IS ALL OVER AN OOOOLD HEADCANON!! previous ladybug!sabine was a really popular headcanon early on! This fic is nostalgic to me cos of that, and it’s a fun read. xD I loved the reveal hahah. this was cute.

i’m like dropping hints that i’m ladybug – “…I’m Ladybug.” (In which Marinette tries to get Adrien to figure out her secret identity. She was not counting on him being this oblivious.)
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 Adrinette. This one is p fuckin great xD i remember cackling a lot. I liked how it ended up panning out too xD well played, anon //salute

If Only It Were That Simple –  Ladybug and Chat Noir have been partners for three long years, growing closer by the day. One night, Adrien argues with Plagg, as he often does, about not being able to tell Ladybug who he is. He just didn’t plan for Ladybug to hear.
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 Adrinette/Ladynoir. Argh I REMEMBER THIS BEING REALLY CUTE.

Premier Amour  It has always been said that you never move on from your first love.
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 adrinette/ladynoir. gfdfkjgjdfk this one is really sweet. it’s got a tiny bit of angst, but it’s good angst.

The Fox is Out of the Bag –  “Could uh, could you maybe forget about this?” she asked, eyes flitting around the room as if looking for an escape route.
"The whole transforming in front of me thing?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
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DJWifi. Lmao this is short and funny. 

Those Freckles on Your Butt – It turns out that Adrien has a thing against modesty and Marinette gets a fateful eyeful.
- adrinette. //sobbing// was this fic written for me? b u t  t s //more sobbing//  no but really this is p damn funny :’D 

My Boss is a Vampire… Well, sort of – There’s something weird going on with the Agreste couple, and Nathalie is determined to find out.That, or she may just be paranoid for no real reason and is coming up with theories that mean nothing. Who knows.
- NATHALIE. MY FAVE BABE. This is another really funny one. :’D [also dem ot3 vibes yaaaaaas]

dropping hints Ladybug asks Chat Noir for boy advice. This goes about as well as expected.
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 ladynoir. THIS IS SOOOO GOOD. i really liked this one. i cackled at how the reveal went down here tbh. smh@lb… [also think i might know who wrote it 👀 … too bad i am not participating in the guessing lol] 

Orion’s Belt – Here, kitty kitty.
- Ladynoir/Adrinette. pfff WHOEVER U ARE THIS DESCRIPTION SUCKS. tryin’a sell ur fic here!!! lmao. anyway yea this fic is super cute! just. really cute and sweet. good shit anon :> …except for that description :’D [but it’s really good so read it lol]

No Matter How You Spin It – They were bound to find out about each other eventually. It just figured that it would happen at a time where privacy came at a personal cost to both of them. (Or that time that Adrien nearly died twice on his 18th birthday.)
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 ok so this is adrinette, but y’all, chloe legit steals the spotlight anytime she steps into the narrative lmfao. i love her :’D bless this fic. bless this fuckin chloe xD

It Had To Be Her… –  Adrien is used to listening to Chloe’s “secrets”. He’s not used to them changing his life… What he thought would be a simple conversation about his friend’s unrequited celebrity crush turns into one of the most revealing conversations he could have ever imagined.
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 adrien&chloe. YOOOOOOOO IS ADRIEN AND CHLOE ON THE FRIENDSHIP MY DAMN JAM? IS IT ALSO THE FUCKIN BREAD AND PEANUTBUTTER OF MY SANDWICH? YES IT IS. sorry y’all i just get a lot of feels about platonic chloe/adrien lmfao. this is really cute ;0; 

I Used To Make You Smile, If Only For A While – She was the first person he’d unmasked for and THIS was her response?
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 alya/chat [+ lowkey ninette]. holy ambitious premise batman. this is…so good??? and i could see it happening? like legit my fave alyadrien ‘how they hooked up’ set up here, but holy heck this was a rough read. like, i mean, due to the situation and just the charas…i just wanna hug everyone, poor complicated bebs ;0;

Mint Two-Lips –  Marinette thought she would never taste anything sweeter than Adrien’s sweet, minty flavored lips…until she tasted the exact same flavor on Chat Noir’s mouth.
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  adrinette/marichat. sjhdfjkhfjkshdjk SOOOO i don’t usually like kiss reveals cos of the whole unfaithful angle [cheating is an instant turn off for me], B U T!! this one does it right! so i was pleasantly surprised :’D i liked how it worked out in the end too. nice play, anon c:

must be love – What’s a girl to do when she finds out her crush and suitor are one and the same? Ladybug finds out that Adrien is Chat completely by accident, and then proceeds to… have something of a crisis.
- guys it’s ladrien, come on … also   a  ng   s t  //laysonface// like i was dead before i even got out the gate on this one lmao 

Just Asking For Some Privacy – “No but she’s right. What the heck could the four of us possibly have to do that’s apparently so important that it needs to be done in private, in an abandoned locker room, and in the middle of an akuma attack?" 
- marinette, chloe, adrien, alya. o m f g. this fic lfdjkfsd these kids. what a mess lmao. i love this

Between The Lines   So he found who she is in the most unexpected way… now what?
- Adrinette. “No, that’s the problem.” FUCKIN CACKLIN’. this is p clever and funny xD  i think the writer’s first language isn’t english, so there are a few places that are a bit off, but it’s p easy to read anyway and it’s p fuckin cute, so it’s worth it xD

Tea and Sweets – When you’re sad, sweets get rid of that salty taste on your tongue. But he doesn’t have any sweets.
- Marichat. AGRESTE. FAMILY. ANGST. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS. my jam. hel lo . this was, like the name, incredibly sweet. and made me want tea lol. thANKS


alright that’s it!! i honestly wanted to add a few more than this, cos all the fics are pretty damn good, but i wanted to keep the list as short as i could xD;; [i managed to fail in that anyway, cos i think i recc’d almost exactly half of them…] 

but yea, pls also go check out the others in the collection!!  =D/

some thoughts I have about Sing(no spoilers)

  • I love how the Pig characters are not depicted as slobs/messy/gluttonous 
  • The characters that are big and/or fat don’t have their bodies used as a joke and any time that Mike made negative comments related to Meena’s or Rosita and Gunter’s sizes it wasn’t seen as a good thing and was meant to be seen as mean and not cool to do. (and they were minimal as well, so there wasn’t this whole running thing of him being gross about that)
  • I gotta say something about Gunter here, I love him. I thought he was going to be depicted as someone the audience was supposed to dislike. The trailer somewhat made him look ignorant/selfish but it was the total opposite?? He was a genuinely nice guy who was energetic and confident and all around really great
  • on the subject of nice characters; SO MANY OF THE CHARACTERS WERE GOOD PEOPLE, they were supportive to eachother and considerate and cheered eachother on! This is all while they’re in a competition. With the exception of Mike, they never made the other contestants feel bad or put them down about themselves and I think that’s one of the movie’s biggest strengths. Had they made everyone super competitive it would have taken away from the film in a big way
  • idk I love how positive and uplifting these characters are, I love seeing nice characters written in a way that feels natural and genuine

I’m gushing here, sorry, I just have a lot of feelings about this movie

BTS Reaction to: You giving them a massage

Author’s note: Hello friends! I know I haven’t really been updating a lot and I’m sorry for that. I’m just trying to take care of myself and to feel better so I haven’t really had a lot of time to write things. So I hope you’ll like this! Gifs aren’t mine. x


Seokjin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

He had been so tired when he came back from practice. His muscles ached and he could barely hold himself up. The moment he let himself fall down on the couch you knew just how sore he was. Maybe a massage could help him? You sat down behind him as you gently placed your hands on his shoulders, trying to remove the tension from his body. Seokjin let his head fall back as a tired smile spread across his faces.

“Thank you for being so sweet Jagi”


Yoongi:

Originally posted by sugagifs

You knew he was tired. Usually he already liked to just relax instead of doing things but today it was even worse. He barely could get out of bed and was able to drag himself to the couch, which he hasn’t left since. A cup of coffee and a massage would probably help him a lot, so that’s what you got him. You made him a fresh cup of coffee before placing it on the table in front of him and gently brushed his fringe out of his face as you moved to sit behind him. You pulled him up a little so you could reach his shoulders and slowly started to work out the knots in his shoulders.

“Hm that feels really nice baby, thank you.”


Hoseok:

Originally posted by jaayhope

Hoseok never wanted you to worry about him. He always wanted to seem okay so you wouldn’t be concerned. Which is why when he came back from practice he put on a bright smile and embraced you tightly. You could feel how tense his body was and could see behind the smile. You knew he was really tired and extremely sore. So you thought a relaxing bath would be a good way to help him relax. You made your way to the bathroom where you prepared the bath before going to the living room to get Hoseok. It didn’t take much to get him to follow you and when he saw the bath he visibly relaxed.

 Not too long after that you were both sitting in the warm water, your hands gently moving down his body in order to make him feel more relaxed. Which obviously worked.

“You always know how to make me feel better Y/N.”


Namjoon:

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

As the leader of BTS Namjoon felt responsible for them which obviously caused him a lot of stress. When he came home and barely said a word you knew he was deeply in thought. You sat down next to him as you gently trailed your fingers over his shoulders. A soft smile spread across his face so you took that as a sign to continue. You moved to sit behind him as you placed your hands on his shoulders. Namjoon smiles when you gently moved your hands, trying to relax him.

“You always know just what I need to feel better baby. I’ve no idea what I’d do without you.”


Jimin:

Originally posted by jjks

Jimin never liked to show you how tired or stressed he was, but when he came back you instantly noticed it. He tried to be happy and smile at things you said but you could see in his eyes that he was exhausted. Jimin let out a deep sigh before letting himself fall back on the couch, laying down on his stomach. You made your way over to him before straddling his back and moving your hands down his shoulders. A soft smile spread across his face as your hands massaged his back.

“Thank you Y/N, you’re always so good to me.”


Taehyung:

Originally posted by piedpiper405

Just like Jimin Taehyung never liked to show you how tired he was, but when he let out a deep sigh and let himself fall down next to you it was obvious how he really felt. You put down your book as you gently ran your fingers through his locks. Taehyung sighed happily as he visibly relaxed. You rolled him over so he was laying on his stomach and moved your hands to his shoulders to massage them. He let out a deep groan before chuckling, just like you did.

“Sorry baby, your hands just feel really good.”


Jungkook:

Originally posted by jkguks

Jungkook always pushed himself to do his absolute best, which cornered you sometimes. Because it often let to him coming home in the middle of the night barely being able to hold himself up. He really deserves a break from time to time. So when you saw him standing in the kitchen you made your way towards him and wrapped your arms around his middle. Pressing a kiss against his cheek as you trailed your hands down his back. Jungkook giggled at the feeling before you started to massage his back properly.

“You’re so sweet Y/N. Thank you baby you’re the best.”

cengiz podcast part two!

sorry for the delay! here are some highlights from the second part of cengiz’ podcast with morten.

first a little side note about part 1: i saw someone wonder why cengiz didn’t get the choice to not kiss when iman had. julie immediately told him to give him that choice. he said yes to it knowing that condition, he didn’t discuss it with anyone but agreed right away.

moving on:

- when it comes to ‘feelings’ on screen, julie tries to get them to improvise a lot to create something more natural. this became easier as time went by for cengiz and iman.
- the swan scene was not yousef but completely cengiz. he hadnt seen it and they were splashing water like ‘yousef and sana’ when suddenly the swan was 2 meters away. the comment about them biting your finger off was natural as well, it was his own scared reaction.
- morten asks him if he knows about “the look”, william and even had it. he asks him if julie had him audition for “the look”. she didnt but she did ask him to express really random emotions “be embarrased, but not too strong”.
- he agrees that in 2017 it sounds weird that a muslim like iman girl cant marry a non-muslim, but he can be together with a christian girl. he doesn’t want to speak on behalf of all muslims so he thinks it’s hard to really comment on it being right or wrong.
- he believes s4 has taught norwegians a lot about islam and that they understand muslim youth better now. he uses the first clip as an example where sana says “i can have sex etc, i just choose not to”.
- if julie had written sana as a muslim who threw away her hijab, got drunk and had sex with yousef he doesnt think it had gone down well. even though he knows there are plenty of muslims who do, it would still seem offensive. he thinks the season wouldve received more hate than love then.
- he’s reveived only postive feedback from religious people, others as well
- nrk got everyone to go see a psychologist. julie was also always there for him in the first few days after he first appeared and he thanks her a lot for that.
- julie could be scary to others sometimes, but to him she was nothing but sweet.
- yousef went on holiday to turkey, he never “left/traveled away from” sana.
- he likes how they ended sana and yousef and thinks it created “after talk”, what could have happened after he got back. skam’s never over. (not a hint to it coming back, keep on dreaming)
- even though yousef wasn’t in the final scene, cengiz went to the filming. the final filming was difficult and people cried.
- “skam is over, but life isn’t”
- morten can’t get over how pretty he is and says he’s even prettier in real life than on camera.
- people havent found his home address somehow so they sent letters etc to his brother. he’s wondered if he should give it so they can send it directly to him (bless this child) and morten goes: some advice, don’t give out your home address
- he’s gotten a lot of marriage proposals on instagram, he sometimes likes those comments and then people go: (cengiz in a high pitched english voice) ahhhh he liked my comment!!!
- he started dancing when he was 12. dancing means so much to him. creativity, motivation, postivity, love, it’s all to do with dance where he can completely be himself.
- he’s 'tasted’ alcohol but has never been drunk.
-he wants to use his social media platform to inspire people.

I’m sorry that I’m busy // Shawn Mendes

Request: Can you make a fanfic about Shawn & a girl where she goes on tour with Shawn, but she feels them getting distant from each other? She stays on the bus and continues to support him & after awhile (lots of talks between them) they make up?

authors note: I’m not feeling too good about this one but I felt the need to post something since its been a while


This was possibly the most boring job I’d been assigned on the tour yet. Shawn had me unpacking possibly hundreds of boxes filled with his latest album and my job was to check that each one had been signed by him. Then, get this, I had to put them all back. 

I was feeling much like one of his crew members rather than his girlfriend. It had been this way for quite a while though, Shawn doing his thing. Going out with the boys to celebrate after his show and somehow ‘forgetting’ to ask me if I wanted to go as well.

He usually claims that he thought I’d rather stay on the tour bus or in the hotel room. Ever since the San Francisco show where two fans had became a bit too obsessive over me, I’d been banished to the bus.

 I sigh, letting one of the CD’s drop back into the cardboard box and I walk over to the mini lounge, flopping back into the smooth leather. I missed Shawn. My mind wondering to what he might be doing right now. He didn’t say where he was going when he left this morning- just saying that Andrew would find me something to do to pass the time.

By pass the time he meant unpack boxes. 

Having enough of the silence, I grab my phone and ID card that were laying on the coffee table and climb off the bus, heading towards the arena. I nod at the security guard standing by the back entrance as he knew who I was-  he’d been travelling with us from show to show.

The next door however, my ID was checked. I could hear a guitar in the distance and I head straight for one of the gates that lead into the arena. I walk out into one of the top stands- a fairly large stadium layed out below me.

My gaze draws towards a figure on stage. Shawn. I make my way down the stairs and find a seat- on the right side of the stage but close enough that if Shawn looked up he recognize who I was.  

I laugh lightly as Shawn dances around the stage, his head bobbing to the beat. I guess my voice echoed because Shawn’s head snaps up to look at me and his strumming stops.

“Y/n?” He calls and I nod. He shouts something else.

“What?” I call, leaning forward in my seat.

He shouts it again.

“I can’t hear you?” I laugh at his disgruntled expression and he places his guitar on the ground before running off stage. Its a minute before I hear his footsteps trailing down the stairs.

He takes one of the spare seats next to me, his knee brushing my thigh.

“Didn’t know you were here,” Shawn mumbles, leaning forward to kiss my temple.

“Thought I would take a break from CD sorting.” I chuckle, shaking my head in distaste.

“So that’s what Andrew had you doing,” He chuckles, chucking an arm over my shoulders yet his gaze stays locked on his guitar on stage- as if he was guarding it.

“Yeah, hey listen I was thinking.” I pause and Shawn slowly looks away to meet my eyes. “Do you want to do something? Maybe go get some lunch or we could go to the park?” I ask, smiling at the prospect of spending time with my boyfriend. He’d been so focused on shows recently that I’d barely seen him the past couple weeks.

“You know I can’t.” He dismisses me, a frown on his face.

“What? Why not?” I ask, eyes widening in surprise.

“I have a lot to do here, besides I’m sure you can find something else to-”

“Don’t you dare tell me to find something else to do.” I move to stand up, his arm falling from my shoulders.

“I’m sorry I can’t spend every second with you Y/n. I’m a busy guy.” his tone is clipped and I feel my anger burn.

“I’m not asking to spend every second with you Shawn.” I snap, shuffling out the isle and back up the stairs. He gets up and follows.

“No need to walk away like this.” He calls and I spin around to face him.

“You don’t even understand do you Shawn?” I shout, my frustration spilling over.

“Understand what?” He growls, fists clenching.

“I’m not some dog that you can leave at home and will still show you love and attention, no matter what, when you arrive back.” I glare daggers at him. “I don’t want to be on the bus 24/7 packing and unpacking CD’s because that’s all Andrew’s got for me to do.” 

He scrunches his eyebrows, confusion written on his face.

“I want to be with you and see what you do.” My tone is so desperate that I sound like I’m whining. I hate that I’m like this in front of him but I was so sick of being treated this way.

“I’m not trying to sound like a kid Shawn but I’m bored. You really wanted me to come on tour with you but now that I’m here, I feel like I’m being tucked away into a small corner and not allowed out.”

“I’ve asked you to go out with the boys and I.” Shawn retorts and I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, the first night, ever since then you barely tell me anything.”

“I’m sorry that I’m busy.” 

I sigh, turning away from him. I reach the top stair when his hand wraps around my arm, tugging me back to look at him.

“What do you want me to do?” He asks, begging me to tell him something to fix the brewing fight. Shawn hated conflict between us and within the two years that we’d been dating, this was maybe our 3rd or 4th major fight.

“Let me come to your show tonight.” I say outright, no hesitation. 

“No.” Shawn says, no hesitation.

“What do you mean no?” I yank my hand out of his vice like grip, my glare returning.

“I don’t want you there tonight.” My jaw drops and I stare at him in disbelief.

What?”

“The fans are being particularly sensitive right now and I just want them to have a good time.” He shrugs his shoulders, not seeming to realise he just dug himself his own grave.

“They’ve had two years to get used to us Shawn.” I frown, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“Some are still upset over it.” He defends, eyes narrowing at me.

“So you’d keep your own girlfriend locked up just to keep a few thousand of girls happy?” 

“I’m not locking you up Y/n. Its just the tour bus.” he says with a faint smile as if he was trying to make me feel better.

“Forget it Shawn. I’ll just go back to the bus. Or maybe not, maybe I’ll just go home.”  His face pales. 

“I don’t want you to go home.” he rushes to say, tripping up the stairs to follow me as I make my way back out the arena.

“Make up your mind Shawn. One minute you don’t want me here and the next you do.”

“I want you here but I don’t want the fans to see you. They get upset- like those girls from San Francisco.” Shawn’s voice argues from behind me but I keep my pace firm, always a couple steps ahead.

“First off Shawn,” I call back to him. “You are always going to have fans around you so if you don’t want fans to see me then we might as well break up because there is no way I’m doing a secret relationship.”

“You don’t mean that?” Shawn’s voice cracks and I stop and face him.

“Secondly, the fans in San Francisco weren’t upset by us. They were asking questions about us and I answered them. They got hysterical because they found us cute. Shawn, they cried because we were cute, alright?” My anger seeps through my words.

He freezes. I cannot almost see my words turning over in his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” He accuses, his own anger coming to the table. 

“You never gave me a chance- just shoved me on the bus and we never spoke of it again.” 

“Y/n,” he whispers, reaching out for my hand. I hold his gaze for a moment, watching the anger disappear until his eyes are the warm brown color I love again. I put my hand in his.

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you explain.” I’m tugged into his arms, my head buried into the crook of his neck. I sigh softly, letting his hands trace soothing patterns on my back and sure enough, my anger is gone as well.

“I forgive you.” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I thought they were upset and I thought you were upset. I thought it was best if you and the fans just took some time apart.” He kisses my forehead softly.

“I love that you tried to protect us Shawn, but you should have asked what happened.” I tell him softly, not wanting to provoke another fight.

“I’m also sorry that I left you alone unpacking CD’s all day.” He chuckles slightly.

“I’m not forgiving you for that, that was torture.” Shawn laughs, pulling back to place a kiss on my lips before slinging his arm over my shoulder and leading me out the door. 

“So about that lunch date..” He trails off grinning at me.

“Sounds like a plan.” I smile back, leaning into his embrace. Its a few moments of a comfortable silence, the bakery only a couple blocks away from the stadium, when Shawn breaks the quietness.

“What did you tell them that made them cry?”