still haven't even watched the finale but i had to make this idk

BVB Feiertagsmagazin w/ Erik Durm - English translation
  • Nobby: Here he is! I'm very happy you've found your way to me once again, Erik. So far you haven't won a "Goal or No Goal" game against me, that's why I'm especially happy you're here today and I hope it stays that way. Are you confident?
  • Erik: Yeah, it didn't work out the last two times but I think it's finally time that I kick your ass.
  • Nobby: I'm excited! (laughs) Have you analysed the match against Benfica, yet?
  • Erik: Yeah, we talked about it in the hotel. Obviously, we were all sad about the result. I think our approach and way of playing was very good. I think Benfica only had one shot on goal, that one header, and otherwise we didn't give them any chances. Still sucks to lose 1:0 but we're confident that we'll be able to turn things around at home in front of our fans and proceed to the quarter finals.
  • Nobby: Have you ever experienced such a match? Being so dominant?
  • Erik: I don't think so, I mean I've only been here for 3 1/2 - 4 years and I haven't experienced something like it in that way. We were clearly the dominant team, we created many chances, even top-class ones, but yeah, sometimes the ball just doesn't want to get in. Sometimes there are matches like that. Nevertheless we have created a lot of chances, which was very important for us, for the team, and like I said we'll turn things around at home.
  • Nobby: You played badly in Darmstadt and lost, you played excellently in Lisbon and lost. Which face will we see on Saturday?
  • Erik: Well, I hope the one we showed in Lisbon only this time we of course want to get 3 points, we want to win. It's important for us to continue our home run and yeah, we feel good. Of course Darmstadt was a slip-up. Unfortunately, sometimes there are such games where nothing works out and the opponents surpass themselves and that was the case in Darmstadt. But it's still our own fault as well. But I think in Lisbon we showed a reaction and I think we'll be at the top of our game against Wolfsburg. We had 4 days to take a break and...
  • Nobby: And the spirit/mood/morale is good?
  • Erik: Well, yeah after Darmstadt we all were dejected, Lisbon as well, but looking at how we played I think we can look forward to Saturday with confidence.
  • Nobby: That's what you have to keep in mind and if you play like that on Saturday we won't lose.
  • Erik: Definitely!
  • Nobby: You're up against Wolfsburg. You usually say you don't look at how the opponent is doing. But we should and have to do that: they have won 2 of their last 4 games and lost the other 2. How do you rate/judge the team at the moment?
  • Erik: It's difficult to say something about Wolfsburg. They definitely have improved during the second half of the season, they have played good games, sometimes it's a bit of a surprise/lucky bag but to be honest, I haven't watched a lot of Wolfsburg matches. I'd rather focus on our team so I think if we follow through like we want to and if we play like on Tuesday against Lisbon we will win and we don't have to talk a lot about the others, just about us and then things will work out.
  • Nobby: Erik, you're free of injuries, you're a regular in the starting XI. Apart from the two losses how much do you enjoy your current situation?
  • Erik: Of course I enjoy it a lot. It's important for every player to be free of injuries and get playing time. I get that at the moment so I'm very happy but as I said my health is currently still my main focus.
  • Nobby: (touches Erik's knee) Is everything alright?
  • Erik: Yes, everything's ok. (both laugh) And yeah our manager is satisfied with our current performance as well and of course I'm always very self-critical. Especially after Darmstadt I was very self-critical and wasn't satisfied with myself but nevertheless I'm fit, I'm healthy and I'm happy about every minute I get.
  • Nobby: Currently, you're playing in midfield as a winger. You played the same position in the U23. Do you feel comfortable there?
  • Erik: Well, the midfield postion is mainly an offensive part, I'm still also playing in the back five in the defense. We always shift around a bit which works pretty well. Obviously, Schmelle and I always have to run a lot but I think we both know how to do that. That's why this position fits us well and yeah, being involved at the front is always fun...
  • Nobby: You were a striker originally, weren't you?
  • Erik: I was originally playing as a 9 so not that much on the wings but-
  • Nobby: You know how to score goals
  • Erik: One can hardly imagine, yeah. (both laugh) I had some inhibitions when I played for the Dortmund amateurs, didn't quite work out with scoring but after that I've become a defender pretty quickly, thanks to Kloppo, but it's still a lot of fun to be able to make a difference in the offense.
  • Nobby: The Süd will be empty. That will be a weird picture for all of us, for you as well?
  • Erik: Yes definitely! I mean, the atmosphere here in our stadium is always awesome. The süd being behind us is quite impressive. Especially when we play at home they encourage us and spur us on immensely. Yeah... it's such a shame that the Süd won't be there on Saturday.
  • Nobby: When you score a goal you'll still celebrate toward the Süd...
  • Erik: Yes! (both laugh) Yeah, if I score a goal, which for me doesn't happen that often, I'll still celebrate of course.

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fandom: Haikyuu!!
pairing: KuroHina/OiHina
words: 3485
A/N: yet another one - and last - part of ’searching for your heart’, now only epilogue is left, I hope you’re excited ^u^

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They walked slowly, taking their time, holding hands and smiling, every now and then stopping for a kiss, and to be honest,Shouyou felt like a high school girl in love, embarrassingly so.

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i’ve really been in the mood for writing some polyamory lately, and with what’s been on my dash, i felt like this was a good time to do it. this is my first time seriously writing a pairing with more than 2 people involved, so please feel free to give me constructive criticism on how to improve in the future if i did anything poorly. 

it’s very mercy-centric, just fyi. 

thanks~ 

angela sees fareeha amari for the first time when fareeha’s 12 and she’s 17. she’s been at overwatch for a few months when ana brings her daughter to work–her nanny was sick, and since ana was just doing paperwork for the day anyway, it was easier to bring her along.

angela, long before she became the graceful guardian angel of overwatch, was a teenager with balance issues and insecurity over her weight, who dressed in baggy clothes underneath a lab coat. she nearly bowls fareeha over and spends a solid three minutes stammering apologies and helping her up under the watchful gaze of captain amari. she thinks that little fareeha looks a lot like her mother, but she has softer eyes.

angela scurries off, busy with work, and fareeha watches her leave before ana’s gently pushing her towards her office.

angela sees fareeha for the second time when she’s lying in the middle of the typical omnic-human warzone and wondering if it’s time for her to just. stop. she could heal herself—it’s a gunshot wound through her middle, and if she would just pick up her staff and click it on—

but she’s tired. has been tired since overwatch fell, since no one would take her into their research programs when dr. ziegler was synonymous with “overwatch’s nanotech research department” for years, since she has been offering her assistance to only the most desperate, because that’s all that would accept her help in the aftermath

(she’s been tired since all of her friends scattered to the wind and she was left alone and had no idea where to go or what to do.)

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Oliver’s POV of Connor leaving. Spoilers for 3x02.

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It was funny, Oliver thought, the details people take away from life changing moments. Like how he remembered his mom holding a pink towel when he told her about his acceptance letter into college, or how he was deleting a spam email when his HIV test results came back positive, or how Oliver’s hands trembled the entire time Connor was packing his bags to leave.

It was what he wanted, it was what he had asked for, and yet it wasn’t. Some part of him believed that even broken up, he’d get to keep Connor in his life somehow. That same naive part that kept silent all summer, thinking maybe it’ll be different tomorrow and maybe if I waited a few more days it’ll be okay. And when neither of those things happened, some part of him had still foolishly hoped that the leaving wouldn’t include any actual leaving.

Oliver loved Connor, he loved him so much it hurt sometimes. He loved him so much he couldn’t think past Connor and how deeply Connor loved. Oliver needed to be alone because Connor’s kisses were siren songs, his hopeful eyes would draw Oliver back in, and then he’d breathe Connor in like a man gasping for air and his resolve would crumble.

He watched as Connor moved through the apartment, eyes downcast, movements jerky as if he was tearing himself away from the space as he went. Oliver’s heart ached for him. For them. He wanted to hug Connor, to kiss him again. He wanted so much that his hands trembled with the weight of it. He clenched his hands into fists and held them by his side.

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! For the prompt thing would u do Pimms with my cat keeps breaking into your apartment next to mine so I tied a note to its collar to apologise and you write back so we keep exchanging cat notes and you’re pretty funny. (Maybe where Jack and Kent already know each other but haven't been in touch and somehow don't realize they've been living in the same building and rebuild their relationship?? Or bitty can live w Jack and it can be pb&j if u want! Idk or anything else I trust u!)

ahhh this was in my drafts so long so I’m just putting out into the world. Not shippy, just a Jack n Kent reunion fic. Sorry it’s not really what you asked for orz

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Hi, I’m Kit! The note reads. I just moved into the building and like to explore. I’m not lost. Please don’t feed me no matter how much I beg. 
It’s a pretty simple note, Kent thinks. Direct, to the point. The cat is named Kit, she wanders a lot, and she’s on a strict diet. All anyone has to do is read the note to learn that 1) they don’t need to call animal control and 2) they don’t need to feed her. Which is why he doesn’t understand the messily written addition to the note, the one that appeared sometime after Kent left for the day which says
Your cat is really cute so I gave her some salmon sorry -#401
“Come on, Kit,” Kent gripes. “We talked about taking food from strangers.” He scraps the paper he’d attached to her collar and writes a fresh note, being sure to underline all key phrases. Once certain he’s made his point clear, with an addendum specifically for Mr. or Mrs. #401, he affixes it to her collar again.
With a loud slurp of his coffee he determines his task done and shuffles around his temporary home, a place he found on Air BnB cheaper than any pet friendly hotel room. Though the amenities are lacking, it’s good enough for the five nights he’s staying, but there’s not much to keep Kit occupied. She’s taken to the fire escape, stalking up and down the rails and harassing anyone who might be on her path with pleas of petting and food.
“I gotta get going,” Kent say over his shoulder, searching through the ten different snapbacks he brought for the training camp. He settles on an alternate Aces cap before looking outside and seeing the rain coming down. Fuckin’ New England. Fine, he switches for the standard cap, the one they give him by the box, checking his reflection once more before grabbing his bag and making his way down to the rink.

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Shortfic inspired by this @artofennun Yoonmin art.

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Yoongi isn’t much into clubbing, and to tell the truth, he never has been. Sure, he goes to clubs, but that doesn’t mean it has to be something he particularly likes.

If he had to have any reason as to why he then goes clubbing, he’d have to say it’s the cause of his best friend, because whether he wants to admit it or not, Hoseok is right in calling him a lethargic old man even at the best of times; if permitted, Yoongi could spend his whole life in one spot and be perfectly happy not moving. End of.

This is true, for the most part, as Hoseok found out no later than the first week after moving in with his new roommate. Yoongi would prepare all his snacks in advance, and then he’d root himself along the couch, where he would proceed to drift between dreaming and waking for however long he felt necessary. Practically dead, in Hoseok’s eyes.

It was because of this fact that Yoongi found himself suddenly being dragged left, right, and center with the younger male. Let’s go to the market, he would say, I hear they’re selling some pretty cool stuff - you might like it, and Yoongi, attached to the sofa already, would make a noise protesting the idea. Noises, however, turned out to be a terrible way to protest, because less than a half hour later, he’d find himself stuffed into the passenger seat of Hoseok’s car, on his way to some dumb, cold marketplace. It did suck at first, being dragged unwillingly to accompany Hoseok on his grand ventures, but it wasn’t so bad after a while, and in the end he just quit the whole protesting thing. Hoseok wasn’t giving up on bringing Yoongi into his exciting world, and Yoongi grew more willing to let him try with each passing day.

However, the clubbing thing isn’t entirely like that. Yoongi has been willingly getting up and looking the part for these trips, simply because he realised that Hoseok, after the end of his last term, had seemed less like himself, and had started going to a lot of clubs. He did before, sure, the odd couple every so often, but now it’s getting ridiculous. He goes out at least three or four times a week, and gets skittish when he’s not out. Yoongi has yet to confront his friend as to whether it’s term-end grades putting him down, or if it’s something else. Either way, he likes Hoseok, hell, he cares about the erratic dickhead, so much so that he follows him to clubs, just to take care of him. Which would be easier if Yoongi knew what was actually wrong, that is, because even though he always leaves the clubs with a glow around him, Yoongi is helpless and worried.

Okay, Yoongi doesn’t hate clubs all that much, he can tolerate them, has fun for a good hour or so, but any longer than that and he’s bored is all. He’d rather go home and browse the web. Or sleep. However, his wish to look after his friend keeps him awake until some stupid hours in the early mornings - whether he has lectures or not - and thus he misses out on all those hours he could be having real fun; sleeping.

“This seat taken?” Someone asks, and Yoongi sighs, as audibly as possible, because honestly, he wants to be left alone until Hoseok comes to say he’s tired and ready to go home.

However, upon turning his head to gaze upon some kind of ethereal beauty chiselled by the gods themselves, he decides that responding isn’t the worst - or hardest - thing to do.

“No. Knock yourself out.” He waves his hand through the air and watches the ginger slink down the steps, careful not to let his eyes linger on those damn jeans for too long.

“I would, but I don’t drink.” He places himself down beside Yoongi - on the bottom step leading to the door of the pretty much abandoned fire escape- where Yoongi had been leant against the wall to feel the ever-so-pleasing ripples from the bass for the past hour and a half.

“Then why are you here?” Yoongi asks, voice accidentally appearing more irate than he wishes it to sound. It’s a habit, and although most people don’t mind, it really ruins ’the mood.’

The ginger shrugs. “I was up on the dancefloor a minute ago,“ He carelessly gestures to the crowd above the stairs, delicate arm coming to rest on the step beside it. “And dancing with some fun guys and girls, but I caught something in the corner of my eye, and I was interested in finding out more about it.” He leans against the palm of his hand, nestling his elbow on the step. “So, aren’t you going to ask for my name?”

“Huh? Oh.” Yoongi can’t help but let out a small laugh. Been a while since someone was so forward with him, he feels a little out of practice. “And what should I call someone as pretty as you?”

“Jimin will do just fine.” He leans forward a little, and Yoongi can smell a light cologne from his direction, subtle and inviting. “And what name does someone like you own?”

“Jimin.” He smirks, and it takes a moment for him to understand, but when he does, the ginger laughs and leans back against the wall.

“Damn, that was sly.”

“That’s not even my best.” He grins, leaning against his own wall. “I’m Yoongi.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Jimin smiles and runs a hand through his hair, so Yoongi lets his eyes wander over the slim frame. His outfit is almost fit exactly to Yoongi’s tastes. For a start, he’s always liked chokers. Not in that way, per se, but aesthetically it’s always been a plus- not to mention that, on the right person, or rather the right neck, a choker can fit all too well. Plus, the top he’s wearing is barely hanging onto his shoulders, exposing those porcelain collar bones, which doesn’t make things any easier for Yoongi. At all. In fact, that makes it worse.

He turns his eyes back up and into Jimin’s, and is surprised to find him looking slightly disappointed. “Something wrong?” He raises a brow, unsure as to whether he’d messed up somehow, or if it’s just the shitty lighting skewing his pretty face.

“Well, I’m a little offended; you only checked me out up top.” He gives Yoongi a playful pout. “Something wrong with these?” He teases, turning sideways on the step and kicking one leg out, planting his shoe against the wall, right beside Yoongi’s head. Flexible, Yoongi thinks to himself, I can work with that .

“Absolutely not.” He would definitely take this guy home, if Hoseok wasn’t living with him. He’s not into the idea of Hoseok teasing him for the rest of his life just because he, an adult, brings someone over for a night. “I already saw enough when you were walking down here.”

“But did you really see enough?” He smiles again, showing the top row of his teeth this time. “Well, I’m not going anywhere, you can look all you like.” Jimin’s offer is almost too much this time; and Yoongi almost feels embarrassed. Almost.

“Christ, you drive a hard bargain.” He rests a hand on one of Jimin’s legs, but it lacks intention, and Jimin doesn’t bother to pay attention to it for exactly that matter.

“Well, I can make a lot of things hard.” Jimin folds his arms and relaxes his shoulders, hunching against the wall.

“No kidding.” His fingers idly drum against Jimin’s thigh, matching the beat of the music. Music has always been Yoongi’s comfort zone; if music ever could be seen in such a way, and Jimin happily settles into his silence, enjoying the minute or so as it passes.

After the silence does pass, Jimin starts to speak. “You know, I’m not doing anything tonight. Do you want to–” But he’s cut short when a certain someone calls Yoongi’s name, and the ginger hides his annoyance by raising a questioning brow.

“Just a second.” Yoongi grumbles. Of all the times that Hoseok has been an ass, this is the worst one by far. Even so, he raises his hand to move Jimin’s leg out of the way. “It’s my roommate, can I please go?”

“On one condition.” Jimin keeps his leg where it is, because even though Yoongi has taken hold of it, he isn’t trying all that hard to move anything.

“Shoot.” Yoongi meets his eyes again, and the smirk that follows makes it even harder to leave. Not that he really even wants to.

“I’ll wait here for ten minutes. If you don’t come back, I’ll take the hint and find someone less interesting to take home,” Then he leans forward, showcasing more of his damned flexibility. “But if you do come back, I promise you won’t forget what happens tonight for as long as you live.”

“Deal.” It doesn’t take Yoongi long to agree, and Jimin, lips pulled into a smirk, finally removes his leg from the wall, allowing Yoongi to go find his friend.

Only in good sport, however, because before he even gets to Hoseok, before he stood up and left the stairwell - heck, before Jimin’s leg lifted away to let him leave - his mind was already made up.

And he’s not about to waste those extra ten minutes.

A New Journey (GD One Shot)

It was not a sound or a movement that pulled you from your relaxed sleep in the early hours of the morning, but the absence of it -  no soft puffs of air against your neck, no swish of the sheets or warmth at your side; in fact, Jiyong wasn’t lying in bed with you at all when you finally managed to peel your eyes open against sleep. His spot beside you was bare and cold, the duvet flipped back so that your right knee poked out into the chilled darkness. Pushing yourself up on an elbow, you saw that his slippers were no longer where they should be on the hardwood floor either. Maybe the bathroom, you thought, rolling over to face the ensuite door and listening for a tap or a flush. Nothing. It didn’t appear like the light was even on….

A prickling feeling ran up your spine and rooted itself in the base of your skull. There had only been two other times in your life when you had felt it before, both of which occurred in your childhood and involved your mother checking in on you in the middle of the night after you realized she had been out in he kitchen on the phone. At the time you had pretended to be asleep when she creaked your door open, scared you would be in trouble for being awake so late. But then in the morning she had pulled you aside at breakfast, although not for the scolding that you had been caught as you had expected. “Nana went with the angels last night….”

You were older now though and understood better, not the innocent child of the past; and you knew that this feeling was not one that should be left ignored.

Quietly, you slid out of the bed and reached for your housecoat on the nearby ottoman, pulling it on as you padded out to the kitchen. The apartment’s stillness was disconcerting; it seemed like even the low hum of the refrigerator had run off, too shy to interrupt the pure silence of the night, making the light shuffle of your socked feet seem loud and jarring to your straining ears. You were almost too focused on each of your careful steps to hear the muffled sob coming from the living room.

Rounding the corner, your weary eyes took in the sight of Jiyong’s huddled silhouette in front of the picture window, curtains spread wide to reveal the cityscape beyond. Your breath caught in your throat; it would have been a beautiful scene in any movie but your own….

“Jiyong?”

Your hesitant voice broke the night spell hanging over the apartment and he whipped around, hurriedly wiping his face, but not before you caught the shining trails on his cheeks. “Ji? What are you doing up?”

Wet stars fell from the sky and pooled in his eyes as he watched you for a moment, like a wild animal that had been caught in too vulnerable of a position. There was a split second when it looked like he was willing to fight but it was lost in the same breath and then the pools overflowed. Jiyong didn’t answer, turning away again.

Shuffle shuffle shuffle.

Your arms slid around him, unassuredly at first, but he didn’t resist and you gently pulled him back to lean against your chest. Jiyong was not the type of person to open up until he was ready to, so you waited patiently in silence, resting your chin on his shoulder and looking out through the glass and beyond. Every once and a while he would jolt in your arms with a hiccup.

When they finally died away and his cheeks dried, he spoke.

“Have you ever felt….lost? Not like being lost in a new place or anything like that, but the kind of lost that no matter where you are or who you’re with, you have nowhere to go?”

The two of you sat quietly in thought as you processed his words, but before you could formulate any semblance of an answer, he took a deep breath and continued.

“I don’t know where I’m going, Jagiya. I don’t have anywhere to go. They always say the journey is more important than the destination, but no one ever said what to do once you’re there…. My whole life I dreamed of being famous, of being successful, of people knowing my name and singing my songs….And I’ve made it. I reached my dream. Now where do I go?”

“Ji…”

“Nothing excites me anymore. I’ve traveled and met people, I met you, I could have anything I want and yet….It feels like I have nothing. I feel so…. empty.”

A warm drop landed on your wrist.

“Jiyong, you know that’s not true.”

“But it is true!” He exclaimed, and a few more drops wet your skin. “I don’t know anything anymore, I don’t feel anything!”

You immediately unlatched your hands and pulled away from him, the cold air hitting your chest where his warmth had been. In one swift motion you were in front of Jiyong, blocking his view of the city. The light from the window illuminated his pale, tear stained face, his eyes so usually rimmed in black kohl now circled in red. It hurt you deep in your heart to see him like this but you resolved to get him through, holding his gaze longer than he had been expecting.

“What do you feel when you see me, Jiyong?”

“Jagi, I-”

“What do you feel? In here?” You reached out your hand and pushed it against his chest above his heart, feeling the quick fluttering beneath your palm. He moved to lower his gaze but you caught his chin with your other hand. “What do you feel when you look at me?” You searched his eyes, peering into their melted brown depths that you so adored. Another tear threatened to spill over but you caught it with the pad of your thumb.

“I feel love,” he whispered, his boyish shyness taking over. You smiled and his heart quickened.

“See? You do feel. The problem is, you feel too much, Ji, you feel too much all at once.” You dropped both hands back to your lap but no sooner had they come to rest when he grabbed one with his own.

“I feel the most when I’m with you.”

A quick tug and you were in his lap. The kiss happened before either of you could really account for it, but account for it you did as his soft lips parted slightly against yours and he pulled you backwards onto the couch. His hands slipped beneath your camisole and found the small of your back, pressing you more firmly into him. In answer, you ran your fingers through his soft hair and deepened the kiss.

By the time the sky turned pink, throwing the apartment into a rosy hue, you had settled sleepily into Jiyong’s hold as he traced small circles along your now bare shoulder blades, the stickiness of your skin just starting to evaporate, leaving a smattering of goosebumps in it’s wake. Gently, he pulled the soft cashmere blanket from the back of the couch and placed it over you, still lying across him. Just as sleep was about to claim you both, he kissed the top of your head and whispered softly near your ear.

“I think I found my new journey.”

Rebound (Oneshot)

Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, semi-crack (maybe??) AU
Word Count:4799
Warning: None
Aaayeee look what I do when I’m stuck at a desk at work…I wasn’t supposed to write this but I guess I got inspired OTL I kinda want to write a second part though…a fluffy super preditable second part…uhm



“So this is it.” Jinki grinned brightly as he and Kibum entered the elder’s apartment, letting go of the other’s luggage and holding his arms wide open as if to show the whole place at once.


“Thank you again hyung…I really appreciate it.” The blond smiled, taking off his shoes and shrugging his heavy winter coat off.


“Are you kidding? Kibum we’ve been trying to see each other for years and now I’ve got a chance to have you here? Of course I’m happy about it.” Jinki chuckled, having a hard time believing that it was the same blunt and sarcastic guy he had met in America a few years in the past. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

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An ugly blurb (okay it’s like a thousand words so not really a blurb lmao) I prepared for @hemmocrat & @tragicash‘s breakup!5sos blurb night !! It’s a bit all over the place and I suck at writing angst ok I’m a fluff chick but ??? It’s based on a prompt from here and I’m really sorry this is late omg ok bye enjoy !!

Cushioned slippers provided relief for your aching feet as you groggily climbed out of bed, murmured curses falling from between your tired lips. Whomever decided to knock upon your door at three in the morning was about to get an earful from you; your brain racking against your skull as it throbbed with an aching to sleep.

You were almost certain you were in the midst of a nightmare when you hastily pulled open the door to reveal the one and only boy you thought you had left in the past. Heart stammering and face burning red, you felt your brain avert it’s focus from sleep, sleep, sleep to Calum, Calum, Calum.

“What the fuck is this?” Your eyes trailed to the formal piece of cardboard that was curled between the slender fingers Calum held up before you, the sight enough to make them almost pop from their safe haven inside your head.

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Now for the fun!!
  • So over the ships pretty sure Rucas is happening now on to the "game changing" news that's going to happen in sweet sixteen! So I'm going to try my hand at predictions! Mind you I'm bad at this stuff so bear with me lol
  • So first what we know
  • ~Everything relies on a decision (so the game changer may not happen)
  • ~Topanga has some say in the decision
  • ~Depending on the decision Cory could potentially not be their teacher anymore
  • ~It has nothing to do with money
  • ~it has nothing to do with school
  • ~there is no threat of them moving back to philly
  • ~ Cory was not offered a better job
  • ~ an opportunity did not present itself to Riley
  • ~Farkle dos not get an early acceptance to college
  • ~the game changer makes Riley Auggie and Maya sad and cry but it in itself isn't necessarily sad...it's actually good
  • ~if it happened it will affect EVERYONE including even Shawn
  • ~ Farkle does not know and his reaction should be particularly interesting
  • ~ someone if not everyone is finally going to "explode"
  • ~no one came out as gay bi etc
  • ~ may seem to the "bird watchers" (wtf is that) that it is good for rucas but in fact it isn't
  • ~ no one dies and we already said the game changer was actually good news so this is like common sense
  • ~no one is pregnant (although that honestly would be like the BIGGEST game changer of all time in my book especially if Riley was pregnant but that's like OVER pushing the envelope lol)
  • ~this game changer could potentially affect Rilaya and it seems not in a good way
  • ~Maya is not moving in with her dad
  • ~If they film the show where the game changer does happen,again, everyone will be affected and they could potentially end the show on this ( if need be i.e. Get canceled)
  • ~if no cancellation again everything will change
  • ~there is the potential to lose someone
  • ~in this episode no one is moving
  • okay so with all of this information to me the most obvious predication is that Cory, Topanga, Riley, and Auggie are potentially moving. Really the only thing that will affect everyone and the very premise of the show itself with these perimeters is them moving. Because really nothing would affect Shawn other than Maya and Katy and let's be honest most of all Cory lol. We know Maya isn't moving to her fathers but still if Maya was the one moving why would Auggie be crying and Topanga have a choice in the matter?
  • -So we know Cory didn't get a new job offer and Riley didn't get a new opportunity. I thought about maybe one of their parents got really sickly and they had to move back to be with them but nahh because of the hint the news is good and they are not moving back to philly. So this kind of only leaves either Auggie getting a new opportunity and them moving for him or Topanga once again getting a new opportunity (and I say once again because there's always something going on with Topanga esp if you watched BMW). Also as far as tying into Topangas say in the matter the girl meets world writers already said sometime in this season Riley and Topanga were going to have a huge fight and this might be the catalyst. Also there was a hint at possibly someone realizing they like another person while being in a relationship because reality has a way of making things clear with the potential of losing someone. Let's all be honest and say we now this has to do with Riley and Farkle. and also it was stated the show if canceled could easily end this way (also hinted that it's common. What's a more common way to end a series than the main character moving away). Now there was mention that no one was moving (In this episode). It was real suspicious how "in this episode" was added to meaning probably the decision hasn't been made yet about the move.
  • Well those are some of my thoughts where and why they are moving is a mystery but it might become clear soon.
  • I got all of these hints from a tumblr user who was at the live taping of the episode. I honestly forgot their username so if anyone knows it please link or something 😁 oh found its "girlmeetsherworld" I don't know how to tag people lol but there is probably more hints on that blog
  • Feel free to let me know yalls ideas
  • UPDATE: it's recommended to watch these BMW episodes "A long walk to Pittsburg 1&2" , "Graduation", Angela's Ashes, "Brave New World 1&2" now I JUST finished binge watching all of BMW so I don't even need to go rewatch but if you haven't watched these episodes then wow it's almost completely obvious lol
  • "A long Walk To Pittsburg 1&2": episode where Topanga MOVES AWAY to Pittsburg because one of her parents got transferred!!!!
  • "Graduation": episode where they graduated high school and everyone was MOVING AWAY to college and on to the next chapter of their lives. Topanga had to make the decision to go to Yale or stay with Cory (she stays with Cory lol)
  • "Angela's Ashes": Angela MOVES AWAY with her father to Europe
  • "Brave New World 1&2": last episodes of BMW everyone is preparing to MOVE AWAY and again on to the next chapter of their lives. Again, Topanga gets a job offer from a law firm in New York (hello gmw lol) and Cory and Shawn MOVE with her there
  • I mean idk how much more blatant could this get and multiple people have said watch these episodes. And can we please talk about how basically ALL of these episodes have some shit to do with Topanga? Perhaps a hint? Even though Angela was the one leaving in Angela's ashes Topanga was the one zooming around and interviewing for the New York job so The episode was about Angela but HIGH KEY Topanga.
  • Lol I'm going to stick with this moving away thing but knowing my luck it's not going to be this because it would have been "too obvious" haha
  • Another Update:
  • So after an interesting message today I'm now like 87% sure that this is happening 🙊
  • So I watched True Maya and Jexica again because those are the recommended GMW episodes to watch and let's just say in this theory I'm missing exactly who is moving (I think Riley and fam but I'm not exactly sure), why they are moving, and where they are moving
  • Let's just say that after watching those episodes I see that at least one of those answers is defiantly hinted at 👀👀
  • A hint: something pertaining to one of those three questions will be mentioned 3 times over both episodes. All of the mentions are different but they all have one thing in common. Another hint, after you watch the episodes and think about it, look back over the recaps of my BMW episodes. It's literally written right there.
  • Okay actually...after some things I realized that basically everything you need is in this theory lol just put it all together. like I said isn't there a common theme in the BMW episodes? And watch the two GMW episodes and think about what I said. All of this should answer who, why, and where (:

Ashton Imagine: He Cooks Dinner

Author: Rhine

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He didn’t do it often, and for good reason.

While he was talented behind his drums – twirling the worn sticks of wood around his deft fingers with a careless precision that he somehow managed – he was an absolute disaster behind the stove.

It wasn’t for a lack of effort, truly – he was completely dedicated, like he was towards everything he did for you.

When he announced that he wanted to have a date night with you and that he wanted to cook, you couldn’t help but to laugh.

Are you doubting my abilities?

You were, obviously – you could hardly forget the food poisoning incident the first time he tried to cook or the accidental salt/sugar mix up the second time or the completely overcooked, watery meal the third time – the list went on and on, really – but that wasn’t the point.

I doubt it’ll make a difference, Irwin.

And it really didn’t, because no matter what questionable – masterpiece – Ashton tried to make for you, you wouldn’t be able to truly taste it.

You thought it a little strange, but he thought it rather cute, really – a little challenge for him.

It was just an unlucky mix of vitamin deficiency that led to lack of taste somewhere in your system, and Ashton was on the constant pursuit that if he cooked something just right, he could unlock some magical vitamin cure to your deficiency.

It was sweet, how he put so much effort into his little meals for you – you’ll taste this one for sure, babe!

You don’t have the heart to tell him that a single meal will hardly be a magical cure, but you like watching him bustle around the kitchen with your apron stretched across his stocky torso, hair in a messy bun.

It didn’t hurt anyone – well, so long as he didn’t accidentally poison himself or set the house on fire.

You still can’t quite forget the flaming inferno of masterpiece number eight that sent the firemen over to your house.

He did say it was an accident and apologized, but the firemen were less than impressed and you were less than happy to have to throw away half of the now-burnt utensils around the kitchen.

I think the feeling of smoke clogging up my throat was the closest thing to tasting something in a while – I suppose you’re halfway there, sort of.

Does that mean I have to burn down the rest of the house to reach that victory lap?

You know what, I take that back.

It was a little routine now for the both of you – with Ashton leaving for his sporadic schedules, whenever he returned he’d announce some foreign dish that he heard of from his travels that he wanted to share with you.

And he’d be there in the kitchen – it looked so much more cramped when it was him and all of his broad-shouldered bustling there – with his scribbled recipes that he collected from all over the world.

I had this in Amsterdam, you’re going to love it – tomorrow’s Berlin, okay?

And while you could say with a definite certainty that Ashton was probably butchering these famous cultural foods, you thought it sweet that he’d put in so much effort into bringing something back with him for you, despite the little barrier in your experience.

No matter – you think you liked the process work more than the final result anyways.

You’d perch yourself on the couch, a book in hand or your laptop balancing on your knees, eyes flickering to his figure every now and then.

And you’d find that you spent more time watching Ashton than anything; how his curls fell past his eyes and how he’d hastily brush it behind his ears before resuming chopping with the intense concentration of a little boy trying his best to make everything just right.

You’d jump a little when things sizzled a little too loud – don’t worry babe they told me it was supposed to be like this there’s no need to hold on to the extinguisher for Pete’s sake – or sit up every time you heard a sharp swear from the kitchen, pots and pans clanging accented by the dull thuds of the sink.

You okay there Ash?

Just fine and peachy, love!

Okay but if you need help peeling –

I don’t need help, this is supposed to be for you!

You said that for the eleventh meal and then you nearly cut your finger off!

Nearly, love. It’s still quite attached to my hand, in case you haven’t noticed.

Well I nearly had a heart attack and I’d rather avoid that at all costs.

Don’t worry about me, babe. I’ll be done in ten.

And you’d sigh but settle back down, smiling a little to yourself at Ashton’s persistence.

You’re not even sure how Ashton manages to take a recipe and somehow have it turn out  – well, there’s a wide range of adjectives depending on what he tried to make, but the most predominant one would probably be inedible – but he tries and his effort is commendable despite the questionable outcome.

When he’s finally finished, he sways out of the kitchen with dishes balanced precariously in his hands – ta-da! – a proud smile on his lips despite the smears of sauce on his cheeks and forearms.

You’re not even going to ask about the parsley tangled in his unruly curls, but you make a mental note to comb through his hair when he eventually curls up with you on the couch as his stomach complains.

In all due time though. You know it’ll happen.

He sets the plates down on the table with a proud grin, taking a seat across from you, eyes surveying your reaction carefully.

You’re not sure what tonight’s meal is – noodles? Rice? A type of salad? Could be soup, for all you knew – but you smile back at Ashton nonetheless.

“It looks great, babe.”

“Really?”

“Yeah – I mean, it looks… cooked this time.”

He huffs indignantly, stray curls flying up as he pouts.

“That was one time.”

“Try one plus seven, Ash.”

“I’m still learning, okay?”

He sounds a little huffy, but his childish tone only makes you smile and shake your head.

“That you are, Ashton. And you know, it’s a lot better than the first – “

“We agreed we wouldn’t talk about the first one anymore, right?”

His eyes narrow comically at you – you remember teasing him so much the first time that the poor boy was more traumatized by your pokings than the severe food poisoning.

Maybe it was a mixture of both. You’ll never know.

“Right, whatever you say Ash. But you are getting better.”

“I am?”

“Of course, babe. Thank you for the meal.”

You say the words sincerely because even though the meal was undoubtedly probably mostly edible, you knew the effort Ashton put into making something for you, and that wasn’t something you were going to take for granted – especially when he was away for so long.

He gestures to your plate with a grin, and you pick up your fork with only a second of hesitation.

There’s nothing to be afraid of for you, really – the only thing you had to fear was getting the food to your mouth without making a mess – why was it so slimy?

And it was just like any other meal, despite the unique texture – it all slipped past your mouth without a lingering impression, much like water’s nothingness down your throat.

You didn’t really mind it at this point – it was hardly a setback in life, and food was food after all.

But when you look over at Ashton, you can see he’s having different feelings.

His nose is scrunched up in distaste, lips puckered and twisted, eyes squeezed shut – it was almost a caricature of him, a sour expression to a comical extent.

And you can’t help but to let a few giggles escape your lips despite the extreme pain he seemed to be in.

“Ash? You alright?”

He nods painfully, chugging down his glass of water with the urgency of a dying man in the desert.

“Yeah… I’m just – whoa okay that was not how it was supposed to taste – wow.

“I take it that wasn’t a good ‘wow’?”

He shakes his head like a child, curls flying.

“I’m really glad you can’t taste this, babe. Hardly something to savor.”

“Mothballs or wet cat?”

“A dead cat in the middle of a pigeon-infested field mixed in with last Friday’s trash and sprinkled with acidic rain.”

That bad, huh?”

“I think I made a bomb.”

“A real explosion in your tastebuds, I bet.”

He laughs and you grin wryly at him, poking at the food in front of you.

He downs the rest of the water – and yours too, while he was at it – sighing loudly before slouching back into the seat.

“So… Chinese or Greek?”

His voice is small, coated with a slight layer of defeat at the surrender to takeout.

“I was thinking something with chicken…”

His eyes light up, sudden life sparking him past his stupor from just moments ago.

“You know, I used to work at KFC…”

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more imagines here!

REQUEST 36

REQ FROM ANON: Can you make Sasusaku in hospital? Sakura is tending to Sasuke’s wounds. I don’t really know.. Thanks :) 

A/N: trying to write more lol. Unfortunately I won’t do all the prompts as promised, but I’ll keep them on my list and possibly get back to them someday. I’m not taking any atm since I have so many, but I hope you enjoy what’s coming.

Honestly idek wtf I was trying to do with this??

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The room echoed with the bitterness of solitude as Sakura, wordless, pulled Sasuke’s loose sleeve up to his shoulder and began to wrap thick white bandages around his arm.
His eyes followed her fingers as she strung out more of the tape, holding back his grunts of discomfort so as not to disturb the thick silence around them.
“I still can’t believe how dumb you are,” she muttered. Her words cut sharply through the air, breaking that fourth wall between them. Sasuke glanced up at her, hoping she would finally return his gaze, but the green irises he desperately wanted to see were focused downwards and shielded by thin pink eyelashes.
“Aa.” He knew what she was referring to—the battle between him and Naruto not so long ago, when everything was so wrong in the world. Now, right now between them, they were trying to make things okay. After all, he was home again, and that’s all that mattered…but he knew that wasn’t completely the case.
After successfully looping the tape around him a significant number of times, in a wad so thick that even a kunai couldn’t pierce through, she ripped the ends off cleanly with her teeth and tucked the loose strap over and under the other bandages to secure him.
“All set,” she said. Still, Sakura wasn’t making eye contact, and a sea of thoughts began to whirl in Sasuke’s mind. He wanted to know what she was thinking at this moment while they were alone together, him in a cot looking pitiful and she having all this power over him; over his physical body and his heart that had reopened itself to love. As he pondered over these questions, he noticed Sakura packing up her things and decking her long white coat over her shoulders—the true sign that she was a doctor, and a damn good one at that—and, although temporary paralyzed, he did everything in his power to stop her.
“Please,” he cried. His voice was accompanied by a begging that was almost pathetic, and reminiscent of the pleas he voiced to Itachi as a child, for his brother to stay with him a little longer. “Don’t leave.”
Sakura froze, her body so stiff he was immediately reminded of rigor mortis. Sasuke saw the uncertainty in her steps, her heels trembling and her shoulders shaking. It was exactly how he felt moments before he pierced through her chest in an act of mercy—he had already caused her so much suffering, and didn’t want to prolong her pain by watching her two teammates fight to the death.
“Why?” she breathed. Her back was still turned to him. “Why should I stay with you?”
It was a loaded question; he knew that. And despite her accusatory tone he picked up from her remark, he knew that she wanted very much to stay with him, just so she was sure he would never leave her sight again. But her desires alone weren’t enough for her to remain, and Sasuke knew he needed that extra prodding.
“Because,” he croaked. His voice was weaker than he expected, but his feelings were very much the same.
“I want to be at your side.”

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