stop playing on the swings

hunk and lance friendship hcs
  • Hunk and Lance knew each other before the Garrison and have been bffs since childhood
  • Hunk and Lance didn’t meet in the same preschool nor did they ever go to the same school (until the garrison) but met each other in a nearby playground where they continued to meet up for the next 8-11 years of their life, they usually let off steam about the shit that goes down in their schools.
  • “Like, if you’re going to steal something from the mall -” “Don’t wear your uniform?” “EXACTLY. God, that guy was so stupid.” “Agreed.”
  • “Then… then he KICKED the guy’s nose!!! He was bleeding, Lance! He needed to be taken to the hospital!!” “Oh my God, and then what?” “A girl was crying the whole entire time and -” the stories they share go on and on.
  • Lance’s mom and Hunk’s mom are interested in the same things so their sons r bffs and so r they and their moms drag them off sometimes to do grocery shopping but Hunk and Lance are aways ‘can’t we just stay at hoooommmmeeee?’ ‘no you’re going to help me and hunk’s mom buy groceries for our party’ ‘what party????’ ‘a joint family party!!!!’ ‘??????? !!!! A JOINT FAMILY PARTY ????’
  • Hunk’s family and Lance’s family are really close buds now
  • It’s almost surreal how much the two families are alike to interests???
  • Hunk and Lance meet up after graduating middle school and decide to finally enrol in the same school. Both of them couldn’t have been anymore excited and happy.
  • Hunk is Lance’s only tether to Earth because Hunk is childhood and playground days, fighting off bullies and staying up at night under covers and pillow forts, charting stars while laying on muddy grass after rain, stealing cookies when their mothers aren’t looking, and making stupid jokes together as the sun went down – all of their world, quiet and soft and sound.
  • Lance loves Hunk and Hunk loves Lance. They’re best friends, because water breathes life on Earth and what is water without it’s Earth?

promptis; a quiet corner, a little escape.

Prompto’s the one that finds him, sitting on the roof of some apartment complex, several blocks away from his own building. Noctis doesn’t bother looking up as his friend settles on the edge next to him.

“Hey, buddy,” Prompto says. His tone is no different from usual, only a little quieter. His boots swing back and forth off the side of the building. “Enjoying the view?”

Noctis shrugs. He keeps his gaze ahead of him on the sun slowly sinking behind the Wall. It’s a beautiful sight, the colours shifting from orange to pink like a dream. He’s half-surprised Prompto doesn’t have his camera out, blabbing about the wonderful opportunity this sunset is for his photographer’s eye. Mostly Noctis just wants the day to end so maybe this tightness in his chest will go away.

“Noct,” Prompto says. His boots have stopped swinging, and his fingers are playing with the bracelets around his wrist. “Are you… okay? I mean, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to, but you kind of just… upped and left class today, and Iggy and the rest of the ‘guard are still looking for you, and like, I get you need your space but I don’t know, I just… You know I’m always here for you, right? If you want to talk? Ah, I’m talking too much right now, aren’t I, uh, I’ll—I’ll shut up now.”

Noctis finally glances over. His friend has his hands in his lap, head bowed slightly, embarrassment colouring his cheeks. In the fading sunlight, Prompto looks even softer than he does usually. Noctis sighs. “It’s okay, Prompt,” he says, “I just… needed to get away, is all.”

“Oh. From school? Yeah, I get that a lot. Especially with exam season coming up and all.”

“Yeah. And also, I guess, the whole Prince thing. Even Gladio’s been on my back about it, but it’s not like. There’s nothing I can do about it. My dad’s no help either. I’m just.” Noctis blows his bangs from his face. “Tired.”

Prompto offers a smile. “Being royalty isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, huh.”

“No,” Noctis agrees, allowing his own lips to pull up, too. “Zero out of ten recommended.”

His friend laughs, and the familiar sound eases some of the tension from Noctis’ chest. They fall into silence again, comfortable this time, only the distant sound of traffic below between them. The sun’s almost gone now, and Noctis can’t help but feel like it’s much too soon. Everything’s too soon, and yet not fast enough.

“Hey, Noct,” Prompto says eventually. “You mind if I text Iggy back that you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere? I’m afraid my phone might explode from his voicemails.”


“Cool. You want to go home? Or we can go to that fast food restaurant you like.”

Noctis hesitates. “Can you… Can we—stay? For a bit longer.”

“Okay,” Prompto says without missing a beat. “All the time you need, Noct.”

As the sun fades from behind Insomnia’s Wall, Noct leans his head against his best friend’s shoulder, and breathes.

Southside Girl Part 3 - FP Jones x Andrews!Reader

So here it is part 3 at last! I am so glad you guys are liking this mini series and I have a part 4 planned for you guys with Fred and FP confrontation! That will probably be the final part though. Enjoy!


You didn’t know what to do with yourself after that. You had slept on some serpents couch for a few nights as you tried to clear your mind and figure out what you would do - silently hoping that FP would turn up and take it all back. But no. You had wandered endlessly that morning, a week after everything had gone down, not really knowing where you were going when you found yourself outside FP’s trailer again. And so you went in. You let yourself in with the spare key he had given you and, although you hated every move you made, you left your jacket on his counter, placed the keys with it and collected the very few things you had there. This was your nightmare.
You had to face your dad. After everything that had happened you hadn’t spoken to him since - you hadn’t even seen him since… you had lost the only family you had left now you had no serpents and you didn’t know where to turn. Would they even accept you back? Would your family? With your things bundled loosely and the cold wind making you shiver profoundly without your jacket you walked, and walked until at some point you had arrived home. Your mind was blank as you looked at the house that you grew up in. It didn’t look as lively as it did when you were little but then things had changed drastically and now, after it all you wanted it all to go back to normal with mom home and you chasing a young Archie and Jugheads around whenever they played in your garden. Before you had had to deal with FP and growing up. The only playing you heard now was Archie in his room, his voice that had matured so much and his guitar. It was that that gave you the courage to go up to your door and knock, not even feeling comfortable just walking in anymore. The playing stopped and you heard him bounding down the stairs and the door swinging open, then his giddiness stopped as he saw you. His face dropped a little and he stopped moving, “(y/n)?” his voice was a mix of questioning and a little relief - or at least you hoped it was.
“Yeah… I, um, I came home.” You could barely look at him as you spoke and your feet fidgeted as you stood there and you were relieved when you felt your younger brothers arms wrap around you, you couldn’t even remember when he had grown taller than you and you cried. You didn’t want to but you did, right onto his shoulder when it used to be him that was crying on you.
“Dad isn’t home, but you need to come in.” he said quietly, ushering you in and closing the door behind you grabbing one of his jackets from the hook and letting you wear it to stop your shivering.
“He cut me off, Archie. FP got rid of me after everyone found out. Like I was meant to be some secret on the Northside.” you mumbled, your words not really coming out properly as he thought of what had happened still confused you.  Archie’s fists clenched,
“Yeah, well, it didn’t go down too well with Jughead,” Archie spoke as he sat beside you on the couch, “he came to us, after he saw you this morning and well, we fought. He wasn’t happy and I said things about his dad I probably shouldn’t but now after this it proves that it is a little true.” You didn’t bother asked what was said but you could imagine some ideas, “Betty and Ronnie didn’t know what to make of it but they were slightly uncomfortable.” he continued running his hand through his hair, “Look, sis, I didn’t like it at all but then I slept on it and well, you were happy and that’s hard to come by in this town so as much as I didn’t particularly want to I grew to accept it. I missed you around the house though.” he admitted and you lightly punched his shoulder laughing lightly,
“I missed you too. I’m sorry for all of this, Arch I really am.“
"There is no need to be.”
“You’re back.” You hadn’t even heard your dad come in so his voice started you and you stood, your head bowed a little and your fingers fiddling, like you were a child again and he had sought you doing something you shouldn’t.
“I hope you don’t…” you never managed to finish when he pulled you into a hug,
“I’m glad you saw straight,” your dad mumbled and he pulled away so you were at arms length, using his thumb to wipe away a few remaining tears, “now, what did that man do this time?” And so you told him, and he got angrier and angrier, until at last after confirming that none of it was your fault, he left with his truck keys for a few hours.

FP hadn’t returned to his trailer for a few days after he had let you go, the memories from in there with you made it impossible for him to go in without hurting and regretting every one of his words in that alleyway. He had started going back, only to drown what he could of his sorrows and collapsing on the couch or in the bar so that morning, after waking up again in his messed up bar office and finally going to his trailer to grab a new shirt and saw your jacket and keys there he broke all over again. You had been here and he hadn’t. He could have made it right but he wasn’t there like the damn idiot he was. He took your jacket, letting the spare  keys drop to the floor, and tightened his fist around it as if could hold onto it tight enough to forget he had let you go. Lowering it to his side he glanced around the trailer half heartedly and notice things missing, even more so in his bedroom. Whatever little clothing you had there was gone but so was something else. The picture of you that you had given him once. It was gone and now the only thing he had left of the girl he loved was a worn jacket and the one memory of his white lies that he thought would do some good. How wrong he was. Again.


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Best Friend Series; Woozi/Jihoon

- you met jihoon in high school and you’ve been best friends ever since
- you already knew about him but you never talked to him
- jihoon was known as that gifted kid like he gets straight a’s and wins all the awards in almost every category because he’s super hard-working and a perfectionist
- everyone’s intimidated by him because all he does is work and since he hardly talks people get the wrong impression and label him as cold and snobby
- one day you were looking for a quiet place to study after classes
- the library’s full and your house is loud and like a bunch of classrooms are occupied for club meetings and stuff like that
- you give up searching in that building because it’s always filled with people so you’re like i’ll just go to the other building then it’s a long walk but wtvr as long as you get studying done right
- when you reach that building you’re twisting every doorknob to see if any aren’t locked when you hear BEAUTIFUL piano playing and you’re like??? who’s playing that???
- you follow the sound of the piano and find yourself standing in front of a door left ajar and when you peek inside you see JIHOON PLAYING THE PIANO
- you’re like HOLY CRAP HE’S AMAZING!!! and you’re listening in but somehow you lose your balance and fall forward and the door swings wide open
- jihoon stops playing and looks down at you who’s on the floor and you’re looking at him too and it’s just quiet
- but then you scramble to your feet and start clapping and you pretend that you never fell in the first place
- then you’re like “you play the piano so beautifully!!!! you’re really talented!!” and jihoon just blinks and says nothing and you’re like omfg i shouldn’t have said anything it’s over now he thinks i’m a creep
- but then he smiles and says “……thank you” but then he goes serious again and says “how did you find this place?”
- and you’re like “i was looking for a place to study because everywhere else was fully occupied…. and then i heard you play and followed the sound. you’re really good. what song is it??”
- and jihoon just says quietly “…i made it.”
- you’re like NO WAY YOU COMPOSED THAT BEAUTIFUL SONG??? and he just nods
- he says “i call it adore u. no one ever goes in this part of the building so i just go here to practice. i only have the first verse and chorus down though, i’m still trying to complete the song”
- you compliment him a few more times and then sigh when you look at the time “anyways good luck with practice i have to go look for a place to study now”
- before you go exit the door jihoon says “wait” and you stop to look at him and he says “you can study here…… i hope you don’t mind me playing piano in the background though”
- and you just smile and go like “oh thank you!! and i don’t mind i listen to piano covers while studying anyway it isn’t any different”
- when it’s time to go you and jihoon say goodbye to each other and you’re like…… he’s not as bad as people say
- the next day you go back to the piano room and you grin when you see jihoon there
- you say hi and start studying while jihoon continues to practice his song and tries to come up with the beat for the second verse and bridge
- you guys meet up there every day and eventually become BEST FRIENDS WHOO
- jihoon used to eat lunch alone but now you would sit next to him with your friends seungcheol, jeonghan and the famous booseoksoon trio and you’re happy to see that he’s slowly coming out of his shell
- since jihoon’s a straight-a student he doesn’t mind tutoring you in things you don’t understand
- he’s scary when he’s angry so when he is you know to stay away from him
- when you make fun of his height, he silently sabotages you
- like you’ll tell him “holy crap my textbook was missing a page so i couldn’t finish the class exercise in time!! seungkwan scanned it for me but now i have to finish it as hw ughhh i have so much to do already”
- and jihoon just says “oh…. i wonder why you don’t have that page….”
- cringes at every lame joke you tell him
- but sometimes you actually do manage to make him laugh and he gets so angry
- “laughing hurts my pride”
- when he’s really stressed, he takes it out on you sometimes and it makes you sad
- but then he feels really bad about it afterwards and treats you out to lunch or buys you something
- you do lots of aegyo just to see his reactions and he either walks away or cringes really bad
- remembers every single one of your achievements, and unfortunately every single embarrassing thing you’ve done
- “hey remember when you did—” “I DON’T WANT TO REMEMBER THANKS”
- honest and never sugar-coats anything
- “why would you do that are you stupid???” “thanks jihoon that’s exactly what i wanted to hear”
- he only gives genuine smiles to you and all your classmates are like holy crap how did you do that???
- jihoon teaches you how play the piano and you get so excited
- but then you learn he also knows how to play the guitar and drums and 17394 other instruments and you’re like just wow
- you guys share your favorite songs and artists and you guys sing along to them together and that’s when you find out about HIS VOICE
- he always studies and works until like 3am and you scold him for it because JIHOON YOU HAVE TO GET ENOUGH SLEEP OK
- always buys things for you but never for himself
- like it’d be extremely cold and your ears are freezing and his are too but he’d only buy earmuffs for you
- so in return, you buy him a bunch of random things and he pretends he doesn’t like them but when you meet up with him after school to hang out he’s wearing the wristband you got him and you tease him about it
- he never wears mittens in the winter and you’re like “jihoon i will break your fingers YOU PLAY INSTRUMENTS YOU HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR HANDS”
- and he sassily replies back “if you break my fingers i won’t be able to play either” and you’re like “YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN”
- you buy him coffee whenever he’s feeling down or stressed
- you make an extra lunch for him because sometimes he skips it to study or practice piano
- you ask him how it is and he replies “it’s edible” but he always finishes the whole thing (basically HE LOVED IT AND IT WAS DELICIOUS)
- he may not show it often but jihoon really is glad you’re in his life
- he can’t say it to your face because he gets really embarrassed
- but once when you slept over at his house, you were trying to fall asleep and jihoon, who thought you were already asleep, says “i’m glad i met you, (name). i adore u.”
- and of course you laughed and jihoon couldn’t face you for three days
- finally finishes composing adore u and performs an acoustic version of it on your birthday
- “oh shut up”

hi i just had some very important bokuoi thoughts on twitter and i wanted to share them here

  • oikawa wears bokuto’s sweatshirts all the time and when they stop smelling like bokuto he brings them back like “ok wear this one today” and bokuto’s like k! and then gives it back all refreshed the next day and kuroo is like bro why tf do u always wear ur sweatshirts in cycles
  • whenever oikawa gets sick bokuto tries so hard to be romantic and make him soup and shit but it lasts maybe two hours before he’s like ok im bored stop being sick its time to play volleyball!!!!!!!
  • they go swing dancing and bokuto steps on oikawa’s feet like 6000 times but oikawa isn’t mad at all bc when they go to clubs n stuff bokuto turns out to be fuckin amazing on the dance floor and oikawa’s just watching him like EXCUSE ME THIS IS ILLEGAL??
  • bokuto sometimes throws oikawa over his shoulder and oikawa’s like WHY DO U DO THESE THINGS and bokuto’s like lmao u like it and oikawa can’t even deny it bc its so true he loves how big n strong n able-to-pick-him-up-n-kiss-him-against-the-wall bokuto is
  • oikawa as the #1 member of the bokuto’s biceps appreciation squad
  • bokuto is The Worst at ruining moments like theyll be having breakfast n oikawa is watching him and internally waxing poetic abt how he looks in the morning sunlight w this little smile on his handsome face and then bokuto will suddenly be like “I’ve pooped twice already this morning is that normal” and oikawa’s just like why are you like this
  • it’s canon that bokuto’s smile is contagious so oikawa will sometimes come home upset and bokuto’s like babe is somethin up? and oikawa had been ranting inside all the way home but somehow now everything seems better already, not in the sense that he forgets about it but in the sense that problems always seem a lot more manageable when he’s around bokuto
  • conversely oikawa is SO good for bokuto bc bokuto is gonna have to grow up at some point and oikawa refuses to coddle him, it changes from bokuto bein like “whys he being so mean wtf?!” to “…oh”
  • after that he runs everything by oikawa bc he knows oikawa’s gonna be straight up w him about it… sometimes its deep life decisions sometimes its like “oikawa does my what it means to be an ace shirt look silly pls be honest” and oikawa tells him honestly bc he knows that’s what bokuto needs, oikawa gets how people work and it really helps bokuto to be able to trust someone like that
  • they’re the accidental pda couple bc bokuto’s just like that and oikawa can’t keep his hands to himself, not in a sex way but in the “i need to rest my head against these traps right now” or “god i love how his hair feels in my fingers” way
  • bokuto is always full of energy but when he’s nervous it turns into leg jiggling, darty eyes, pacing, babbling, etc and oikawa will give him an anchor, like looping their pinkies together or pressing his knee against bokuto’s so he can ground himself
  • oikawa curls up in bokutos lap sometimes and just Enjoys… bokuto tries to do the same but he’s taller and like twice oikawa’s weight so oikawa is just like BABE THIS IS NOT WORKING
  • bokuto sulks about this so oikawa lets him put his head in his lap and strokes his hair and scritches his head and bokuto just about melts
Watch on

Jaebum: What’s your name?

Fan: *Says her name*

Jaebum: No, your name is mine


shit i’ve actually said starters.

  • ❝I just didn’t wanna answer the door wearing SpongeBob booty shorts.❞
  • ❝I hate Christmas! I HATE IT!!❞
  • ❝I don’t really hate Christmas. I was quoting the Grinch when I said that.❞
  • ❝Yeah, sorry Santa. False alarm.❞
  • ❝Finding Dory was truly what changed 2016 for the almost-better.❞
  • ❝Your two options are spicy meatball and nonexistent meatball.❞
  • ❝Hurry up and make up your mind.❞
  • ❝I’m not just standing over here doing jumping jacks for my health, you know!❞
  • ❝Wait, that came out wrong.❞
  • ❝No one wanted to believe me when I said I was stupid.❞
  • ❝You need to lowkey stop whatever you’re lowkey doing.❞
  • ❝In all seriousness, you can just play New Jack Swing at my funeral.❞
  • ❝Like, just tell a rousing speech about my life, and then start dancing to “Poison” or something.❞
  • ❝That girl / boy is poison!❞
  • ❝It was Robbie Rotten! HE WAS NUMBER ONE!
  • ❝It’s too cold outside, and it’s raining.❞
  • ❝Why are you looking at me like that? I’ve gotta maintain my “burning in the flames” aesthetic at all times.❞
  • ❝Don’t go chasin’ waterfalls. You should just chase, like, a small babbling brook or something.❞
  • ❝I’m definitely the best at quoting old, random, and obscure song lyrics.❞
  • ❝I’m second only to Satan, maybe.❞
  • ❝We’ve got an ongoing competition going on, so stay tuned.❞
  • ❝Wanna go running later?❞
  • ❝Well, I was thinking we could go sprinting through the Red Light District.❞
  • ❝I took a trip down to a local graveyard once. I thought, “Wow, that’s a lot of dead people.”❞
  • ❝I can’t eat Frosted Flakes. I mean, I CAN, but I don’t want to.❞
  • ❝Me and Tony the Tiger have a long, ugly history, okay? Don’t ask.❞
  • ❝I’m only hugging you because you approached me with your arms spread out.❞
  • ❝I was just like, “Oh. Hey, Satan.”
  • ❝He told me to tell you he hates you and wants you dead.❞
  • ❝Basically, he said he wanted to consume my soul. And then he started quoting Disturbed.❞
  • ❝I wish I was joking. But unfortunately, I’m not.❞
  • ❝Is that Bleach’s third opening theme I hear?❞
  • ❝My dream is to be able to do the screamo part.❞
  • ❝I should keep on dreaming, right?❞
  • A-HA!
  • ❝I have located the vibe!❞
  • ❝Fasten your seatbelts! It’s about to get LIT!❞
  • “I really wanna post extensive documentation of this LIVE BIRTH on Instagram!”——has no sane person ever thought ONCE in their entire life.❞
  • ❝I hate you so fucking much, in the most tender and loving way.❞
  • ❝You never know——maybe they’ll have FaceTime in Hell?❞
  • ❝Please pass the pain and suffering…❞
  • ❝Please pass the happiness and rainbows.❞
  • ❝So… no cummies?❞
  • ❝I love you, dawg.❞
  • ❝Yeah——I love you. I just said that.❞
  • ❝So I chilled with Santa Claus the other day.❞
  • ❝Guess what? You’re getting nothing for Christmas!❞
  • ❝Santa told me he wouldn’t even waste coal on you.❞
  • ❝You have consistently chosen to keep acting the fool.❞
  • ❝Eating food is only important to people who want to continue living…❞
  • ❝I just had the most disgusting canned soup of my entire life.❞
  • ❝Yo, can I get yo’ number?❞
  • ❝Zodiac is life, brah.❞
  • ❝I want to marry an Aries.❞
  • ❝I want to meet a nice, beautiful Virgo man and fall in love.❞
  • ❝Just because you proved via the Scientific Method and extensive research that it’s not true, it doesn’t mean that it isn’t true!❞
  • ❝My kindergarten teacher implied that I had the highest reading level in the class once. It’s been the foundation of my self-confidence ever since.❞
  • ❝Oh. Sorry. Continue on with your marriage proposal.❞
  • ❝Only your taste in music can rival mine.❞
  • ❝Heaven could just be a continuous loop of the Austin Powers series, and I’d be in bliss.❞
  • ❝Awww, that was so cash money of you to say!❞
  • ❝I’ve raised you well, poodle.❞
  • ❝Dude! They’re not even poodles!❞
Jem Carstairs Dirty Imagine: Passionate Love (Requested by Anon)


No one knew. No one knew of your feelings for him. No one knew that you were in love with the silver-haired, frail looking teenager with a mandatory drug addiction. No one knew that you dreamed of a day where he would say three simple, but extremely powerful words to you. The words that would change your life and make your love for him grow stronger. 

And as much as you wanted him to love you back and tell you he loved you, as much as you wanted him to look at you the way you looked at him, you were blindly unaware of one very tiny but important detail.

Jem loved you too.

You didn’t know it until you caught him playing his violin one late night in his room. The hauntingly beautiful notes drifted under his door and out into the hallway. You couldn’t sleep one night and since your room was only a few doors down from Jem’s, you could clearly hear his violin playing through the walls. 

You soundlessly padded down the hall and softly tapped on Jem’s door. Your hair was a mess and your nightgown slightly wrinkled from the tossing and turning, but somehow you didn’t care.

Jem stopped playing immediately and slowly walked over to the door, swinging it open to find you standing in your night attire. 

Jem widened his eyes and gulped at the sight of you in your sleepwear. He blushed a deep red and averted his gaze to the door next to you.

“Hello (Y/N),” he rasped out sleepily, “What brings you to my room at this time of night?”

You tried to move your head so your eyes could meet his, but he kept looking away from you. Jem couldn’t afford to see you like this, not when the feelings he harbored for you would soon overtake him like an animal.

“Em - I couldn’t sleep.” you whispered, “I heard you playing and I thought I’d come talk to you.”

This time, Jem shot a quick look into your eyes before peering his head out of the door and looking around to make sure you two weren’t seen. 

“Come in.” he whispered back, ushering you inside with a gentle hand and shutting the door behind you. 

You shyly sat down on his bed, picking up the violin and admiring the beauty of the instrument. After a few seconds, you sat it back down and looked over to Jem, who was now looking outside of his window.

“So how have you been?” you asked in an attempt to make conversation.

Jem chuckled and placed his hands on his hips. The muscles in his back looked strained and tense, but nevertheless, they had the ability to make you shake whenever you looked at them.

“You should know. We spend every day together.” he replied.

You gulped and continued staring at his back muscles. 

“That’s true. But, I mean, you never know how someone’s really feeling unless you asked them.”

He sighed. “True.”

“So how are you?”

Jem exhaled deeply. “Stressed. Confused.”

You swallowed a little and continued watching him. 

“Why is that?”

Jem turned around and leaned against his window. His shirt was unbuttoned but still open and his face looked tired. It looked like he hadn’t slept in a few days.

You caught sight of the look on his face and furrowed your eyebrows in concern.

“Are you okay?”

Jem sighed and started pacing slowly around his room, a rough hand quickly running through his hair. 

“It’s…a lot of things…”

Now you were starting to become concerned.

“Like what?”

Jem stopped and faced you. Pain was etched on his face but it wasn’t the physical kind. No, that wasn’t the case but it sure as hell might as well have been though. 

“It…it’s complicated.”

You huffed and crossed your arms, suddenly impatient now.

“Jem, just tell me what’s on your mind. You can always-”

“I love you.” Jem blurted, his eyes burning holes into your face for a reaction, any type of reaction.

You stared in shock back at him.

“W-what?” you stuttered out. Suddenly words had become lost for you.

Jem let out a deep breath and in a moment of bravery, he took your hands and gently pulled you to your feet. His hands brought you within breathing distance of him.

“I love you.” Jem repeated, a little more sincere this time.

When he still didn’t get a response from you, he kept going.

“I’ve loved you for a long time (Y/N). And honestly, I don’t know what to do about it. On one hand, I want to hold you forever and tell you how much I love you over and over again but on the other hand, I want to push you as far away from me as possible because I’m literally running out of time and you won’t want me when the drugs finally kill me once and for-”

You cut him off immediately by smashing your lips onto his. Your lips softly but firmly pressed against his in an attempt to get him to shut up. 

Jem was thoroughly surprised at your way of getting him to stop talking, but he liked it nonetheless. 

Jem placed his hands flat on your back and pulled him close to you, so that there was no space left between your bodies. Your hands stroked his silver locks and pulled him closer to you, tilting your head to the side slightly to give him a better angle. 

Jem’s hands silently moved down to your bottom, giving it a slight squeeze before realizing what he was doing and reeling off of you.

He suddenly became breathless and leaned against the wall. He gulped once before looking at you breathlessly.

“(Y/N) we shouldn’t do this. This isn’t right, we’re not married and I-”

You cut him off again by pressing your body tightly against his, making Jem suck in a breath as he stared down at you.

“Jem, I love you too.” you murmured up at him.

Jem suddenly became breathless at your words. Time stopped. The earth stood still. Suddenly, the world became right in his eyes.

“I will always love you.” you whispered at him, desperate for him to understand your words. 

“I don’t care if the drugs kill you. I will always love you. No matter what you do or what happens to you. My heart will always reserve a special place for you in it.”

You exhaled quickly and mentally prepared yourself for what you were about to say.

Slowly, you took his hands and brought them to your waist. His fingers curled against your hips and kept a tight grip on them.

“Make love to me, Jem." 

Jem’s eyes widened.

"I want you to make love to me.”

Jem gulped and struggled to find words.

“(Y/N) I-i do-n’t know if this is a good idea…" 

You shook your head and grazed his jawline with your lips. 

"Everything will be okay. I promise.”

Jem stared into your eyes. Once he saw the love in your eyes and just how much they stared at him lovingly, he kissed you in a passionate heat.

Your lips immediately began attacking each other and Jem’s hands squeezed your hips. Your hands were placed on his chest, feeling the soft muscle laying underneath the skin.

He gently bit down on your lip which caused you to gasp. Slowly, your mouth opened and he snaked his tongue inside, lovingly exploring your mouth and all that he could feel.

You moaned softly in his mouth. Jem backed you up into his bed and gently laid you down on it, making sure that you wouldn’t be hit by anything. 

He hovered over you and continued to passionately kiss you until you pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, making him sit up and tug his shirt off. He threw it off as he kissed you again in a heated daze. Jem’s fingers shakily fiddled with your nightgown and within seconds, it had slipped off of your body, leaving you almost naked. There was still your underwear. 

Jem broke away and became instantly caught up in your body. His eyes filled with love and admiration as they stared you down, taking you all in.

“God, (Y/N).” he said hoarsely, gently running his fingers down your body. 

“You’re so beautiful.” he said, a bright smile spread across his face. You blushed and stared shyly back up at him. His fingers trailed down from your heart to the valley of your breasts, to your stomach, resting just above your panties.

You kept eye contact with him as you slowly pushed his pants down, revealing that he wasn’t wearing any sort of underwear underneath.

You lifted yourself up so you could be eye level with him. Your eyes bore deeply into his as your hands ran down his shoulders, and chest. They trailed down his stomach and rested just above his growing erection. 

“It’s not much…” Jem trailed off but you quickly shook your head.

“I love it.” you whispered, sending Jem’s mouth crashed back to yours as he pushed you back down and hovered over you again. His mouth moved to your neck as he stripped you of your panties and let them fall off of the bed. 

Jem shyly placed his hand over your heat and began rubbing it softly. 

You gasped and moaned slightly as his fingers toyed with your clit. 

“Jesus, you feel amazing and I haven’t even gone inside you yet.” he mumbled into your neck. 

You closed your eyes and let him take control of you. Gently, he slid inside one finger and started pumping, soon followed by another. His thumb rubbed your clit in firm circles, making you rock your hips onto his hand. 

You moaned out as your hand moved to grab his erection and started pumping it at a fair pace, your thumb swiping the tip and collecting the pre-cum that oozed out of it. 

Jem groaned loudly in your mouth and started pumping you even harder. His hips moved so that he was basically fucking your hand and he broke away to pant onto your skin.

“Oh God, Jem.” you moaned. 

Jem started moving his hips faster until he couldn’t take it anymore and immediately pulled out of you, moving your hand away from his throbbing member.

He lined himself up with your entrance and gripped the back of your head with his hand, pulling you up only slightly to kiss you. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jem asked. His voice was laced with concern but you knew he only wanted the best for you.

“I’m positive, Jem.”

With that, he slowly slid inside of you. Moans slipped out of both of your mouths as he slid into you all the way. He stopped for a second, for you to get used to him but when you gave him the signal, he started thrusting in and out of you slowly.

Jem held onto you tightly as he rocked his body into yours. He let your head fall back as he moved faster in and out of you, making you shudder underneath him. 

After a while, he started moving faster. But not so fast so that he was pounding into you. Just fast enough to make the both of you moan in pleasure and have a state of euphoria wash over the both of you.

Your hips rocked together in time until he suddenly sat up, pulling you so that you sat on top of him. You bounced on him in a passionate manner as he laced sloppy kisses all over your chest. 

Then your orgasms started to come to their climax. Making the both of you shudder and shiver in pleasure.

“Jem, I’m gonna cum.” you moaned desperately.

“Now.” he groaned out. 

Both of you came at the same time and collapsed backwards onto the beds. Pants came out of your mouths and Jem slowly slid out of you, rolling besides you. Your bodies were covered with sweat but nevertheless, it was the best night you two had ever had.

Jem suddenly pulled you two under the covers of his bed and pulled you into him. One arm was tightly gripping your waist while your arm was slung over his torso. His hand gripped your arm gently, even though you two were still panting like crazy.

Jem softly pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Stay with me. Forever.”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes and saw him smile. A smile was bright on your face as you leaned up and kissed him, both of you smiling into the kiss. 

Both of you quickly fell asleep like that, tangled in each other’s embrace and tired from the passionate sex you just had.

cute things the signs do on a rainy day
  • Aries: collects all the fuzzy and woolly socks they can find and takes selfies in every pair
  • Taurus: makes super fancy hot chocolate and gets a hot chocolate mustache while drinking it
  • Gemini: puts all their indoor plant friends outside so they can take a nice shower
  • Cancer: builds a blanket fort in the living room and naps under it with all their animals
  • Leo: does their hair up all fancy and puts on their hottest outfit then wanders around the house complimenting themselves in every mirror
  • Virgo: opens every window and dances around half-naked to the sound of the rain
  • Libra: tries to read to their animals but gets frustrated when they won't listen and ends up watching their favorite movie just so they can recite all the words
  • Scorpio: sits on the kitchen floor in their underwear and makes up a thousand stories inside their head
  • Sagittarius: runs outside immediately and dances in the yard under the rain but regrets it later when they get the sniffles
  • Capricorn: tries out every recipe they can get their hands on and invites all their friends over for a rainy day tea party
  • Aquarius: builds little shelters out of things laying around the yard so the neighborhood animals can be safe from the storm
  • Pisces: drives to the nearest park and plays on the swing sets until the rain stops
Cute fall - Yugyeom scenario (Requested)

Originally posted by whyoungjae

@lostsilver93 said:  Hello..Again! <3 I would like to request a Scenario with Yugyeom and his (Gf/Bf) were in the dance studio with him teaching her some moves that she wants to use for one of the talks shows but ends up tripping and then FLUFFY moment? ( or is that tooo much info and specific??)

- HOPE YOU ENJOY ITTT! This was so much fun writing! 

Genre: fluffy
Members: Yugyeom x You
Word count: 1417

“I am coming right over“ you smiled
“I’ll see you… Hyungs and me are in our dance studio as usual“ Yugyeom said trying so hard not to burts out laughing because his members are quietly teasing him about you
He hangs up and boys starts yelling “Ohhhhh whoo is cominggg?”
“Staaaaap” Yugyeom laughs throwing his head back

“I love Y/N” Jackson smiled, boys nodded their head in agreement

Yugyeom nervously waited for you to walk through the door. He was walking back and forth, constantly drinking water, looking at himself in the mirror across the whole wall.
“Yah Yugyeom you look fine” Jinyoung smiled tapping his back

It was an ordinary day in the dance practice room. Yugyeom and Bambam were practicing, except Yugyeom was practicing his dance moves and all Bambam did I dab here and there and jump around.
You as a dancer, love to just go to a practice room and dance, feel the beat the music in your skin, bones.
You carried your workout bag on your shoulder, your headphones in your ears, music blasting. You hummed along the song and open the door and see two guys. They see you in the review of the mirror and turn around and you stood there.
“I.. I am sorry, I didn’t know-“ you said
“No no It’s okay” Yugyeom puts his hands in front of him”
“Do you practice here?” he added looking at you
“Yeah, usually but like if you guys are practicing-“
“You can practice with us!” Bambam smiled
“I don’t.. Know” you were kind of shy
“Oh come on, get in here” Bambam smiled and waved his hand telling you to come in

Yugyeom smiled as he watched you being shy and a little awkward. He thought how pretty you are.
“I am Yugyeom” he spoke up and hands out his hand
“I am Y/N” you smiled and shaked his hand with yours

Bambam smiled looking at you two.
“I am one and only… Bambam” he laughs and shakes your hand

Since then Yugyeom and you would come almost everyday at the dance studio and just show what you got. Do some freestyles together, do a little dance off and end up laughing at each other because it is ridiculous.
He met you with rest of his members. You were good with everyone.
Moment you met them, they would tease you or Yugyeom about you guys. Ask stupid questions like are you dating, did you kiss and stuff like that.

You would laugh in embarrassment, feel shy.
“Guys we only met, like stop” Yugyeom said
“Okay okay.. But still you guys are cute together” Jackson smiled and points at you, you smiled not knowing what to do.
“You can speak you know?” Jinyoung laughs
“Right… I just don’t know what to say” you look at him and lift your shoulders up
“Let’s eat chicken together” Jaebum smiled putting his arm over your shoulder, looking at Yugyeom.
He just looks up and down at him.
“I meant all together Yugyeom, don’t be jealous right away”
“Hyung I am not-“
“Mhmm” Jaebum cuts him off
“Y/N you up for it?” Jackson said
“Yeah sure why not” you smiled

Both of you liked each other. Everyone knows except you two.
Yugyeom and you wouldn’t just dance around, you would take late night walks, go to the kids park and sit down swinging on the swings. Laugh, feeling the air going through your hair as you swing higher.
“Play some music” you said and Yugyeom stops swinging and takes his phone out of his pocket and plays some Chris Brown.
He was obsessed with him. He love Chris Brown a lot.
“You know what I think?” Yugyeom said looking up at the sky, while his feet moved a little to swing himself slightly
“What?” you smiled and stop yourself from swinging and look at Yugyeom
“That day we met, was supposed to happen” he turns his head towards you
“Yeah I feel the same” you smiled
“Yugyeom?” you added and he raised his eyebrows waiting for you to talk
“Freestyle, freestyle” you quietly cheered

Yugyeom laughs and stands up, you hold his phone and he laughs again.
“Come onn”
“I am shy” he said
“Are you serious right now?” you laugh

Yugyeom sighs and listens to the song a little and then starts dancing around. You smiled as you watched him. He had so much passion for dancing and you could see it.
A slow song comes on and you start clapping your hands for Yugyeom.
“That was amazing” you smiled looking at him
“Come” he said softly
“What?” you didn’t get him at all
Yugyeom walks over to you and takes the phone from your hands and puts it on the ground.
“Dance with me”
You look at him and smiled standing up.
He puts his hands on your waist, you could tell he was little nervous, you puts your arms around his neck.
You two kept looking at each other and slowly moved along the music.
“This is weird” you chuckle
“Yeah dancing outside, but who cares?” Yugyeom smiled

You move towards him, your body against his, you gave him a hug. Yugyeom smiled and lifted his hands up on your back and hugged you back. He smiled.
“I love hugging you” you said to his neck
“I know you do” Yugyeom had a small smile on his face


You were walking towards the dance practice room where the boys were at. You open the door and come in.
“Y/N IS HERE!” Jackson shouted and gave you a hug
“Guys I need to tell you something” you smiled hugging Jackson
He moves away and everyone was looking at you.
You look at Yugyeom and smile, he smiled back at you.
“Umm so I will be on a talk show”
“YOU WHAT?” Bambam spits out the water he had in his mouth
“Yah BAMBAM!” Jaebum raised his voice and pushed Bambam and he just laughed hard
“It’s like a dance show, but like there will be interviews and they asked to interview me and stuff” you smiled and raised your hands in the air
“YAS” Jackson smiled
“SO I wanted you to help me” you said
“With what?” Jr asked
“I wanna like look cool and enter the stage with nice dance moves”
“OH do you know who only can help you with that” Jr said
“Yugyeom” he added seconds after and pointing at him

Yugyeom closes his eyes and smiles.
“Can you like help-“
“Y/N what kind of question is that?” Yugyeom laughs and you walk over to him and give him a hug
“Thank you” you said into his chest

Yugyeom and you were in front of the mirror, just trying to think of something good. Rest of the boys were sitting behind on the couch or the floor smiling at you two.
“You do it like… 1, 2 and… 3” Yugyeom shows you the dance move
“Ohhh I like it” you smiled and tried it but failed
“Just little bit more work with legs” Yugyeom said looking at you
“Like this?” you tried again
“Yes, you need to just when, like when you’re going from 2 then you lift your leg up and then bam, 3.” He shows you slowly, you kept looking at his legs
“Damn I thought this wouldn’t be so hard to learn” Mark laughs
“It’s just a small dance move” Jaebum said
“Well I need to get it perfectly!” you look at Jaebum with a serious look

“Let’s do it together” Yugyeom said
“Ouuuuu together” Jackson teased and Yugyeom and you look at each other and shake your heads

You did the little dance together and got it right.
“Okay now you do it alone” Yugyeom said and sits down leaning back on his hands
“Okay” you said

As you did the dance, you trip yourself over your own foot and fall on Yugyeom. Boys reactions were priceless. All of them quiet and mouth open as you layed on top of Yugyeom.

As you fell Yugyeom grabs you by your waist, he held you tight. Both of you kept staring at each other. Faces were so close, you smiled and quickly manage to stand up.

Yugyeom and you were blushing like crazy.
Jackson puts his hand over his mouth.

“Oh ma GOD” he said in a girl voice
“That was soo cutee” Bambam said joining with Jackson
“Yahh stop” Yugyeom laughs and looks at you 

someone get alison hendrix to play an online competitive multiplayer game so she can aggressively yell things into her mic like “STOP CAMPING THE SPAWN, YOU SON OF A BISCUIT!” at both confused twelve year olds and an unsuspecting scott smith who just so happens to be also playing at the same time.

How are the musicians in Just Music?

Cjamm: Genius Nochang hyung drinks alcohol everyday. It’s not that he drinks it in a bad way (t/n: not like he’s depressed or mad or anything like that I guess) its just that he likes beer alot so he drinks it like its water. Giriboy hyung is also a unique person so if he wants to do something, there’s no way you can stop him. I’m also very reckless myself so I play around everyday. Swings hyung went to the army, and I guess Blacknut hyung looks the most quiet/well-behaved so he made him the temporary president

My Son's Name is Jack

Please, please help me. My son’s name is Jack. His name is Jack. He is only five years old. He stands a little over three feet tall and has fair skin and blue eyes and dark curly hair that he likes to hang down in his face. He is smart and he is funny. He loves Captain America and dinosaurs and My Little Ponies. Please think about him; remember him; believe in him. His name is Jack and he is fading away.

It started this summer. He caught a case of ringworm that spread all over him and he wasn’t able to go to day camp with his brother and sister. I don’t know if it is connected, but that is when I noticed that something was going on. When I went to talk to the day camp about withdrawing Jack until the ringworm cleared, they said that it was okay. He was never registered. I thought that it was me being flaky, and let it go. Jack and I would spend the day together while Ava and Evan went to camp.

Ava and Evan are my other two children. Ava is six and Evan is four. Jack… Jack is five. Unlike Jack my other two have blonde hair. Jack is also more introverted and quiet than Ava and Evan.

People often comment on how Ava and Evan look like their dad or each other. They say that Jack looks like me. I think it’s the dark hair. I would have never admitted this to anyone before, but I have always felt closer to Jack than to my other children. Now, I don’t care if that makes me a bad mom. Jack is mine and I can’t lose him. Not my Jack.

When Ava and Evan would come home from camp, they would eat a snack, excitedly tell me about their day and then run off to play together. From the start, Jack seemed excluded. I would see Jack sitting alone, watching his brother and sister and ask why he wasn’t playing with them.

“They forgot me, Mommy.”

I felt nauseated and didn’t know why.

“Sweetheart, they don’t forget you. They just get busy. Do you want me to get out Candyland, and we can all play together?”

“No Mommy. I just want to watch them for a while.” My son looked sad and old. Babies aren’t supposed to look that old.

I went outside to my other two children.

“Hey! Did y'all forget about Jack?” I was kidding.

They both stopped playing on their swing set and looked at me for a moment. It was maybe ten seconds, but I could see in their faces that for that ten seconds, they had no idea what I was talking about.

“Jack, Mommy? Jack is inside.”

And I stopped there. I didn’t push it. I should have.

“Alright my sweetie-pies. We’re going to eat supper in about a half an hour. Y'all are coming in then and I don’t want any fussing.”

“Yes Mommy!” in unison.

I don’t remember seeing the three of them play together since then.

A week later, the ringworm cream wasn’t working and so I tried to make an appointment for Jack to see the doctor to get a prescription. Our doctor’s office has this website where you can just send in a request for an appointment. I had spent an hour inputting us all into the system and setting up passwords a year ago. When I went to request an appointment, Jack’s name was not listed on our page. I sent an email. I even remember the exact wording. I wrote:

“Good morning! I would like to request an appointment with Dr. Harrison for my son, Jack. He has had ringworm for a week and it is not responding to the cream I bought at the pharmacy. When I went to request the appointment in his name, it had been removed. I would also like to request a code key for him, so that I may reenter him into the system. His name is Jack Graves.”

The reply they sent me was:

“Good morning Ms. Helmer. We have processed your request for a new blue card for your son, Evan Graves. You may pick it up at any time. If you would rather, we can also mail it directly to the school, since you have already signed the release.”

I reread their reply and then my original email. Evan needed a new blue card, but I had not submitted a request. I couldn’t make sense of it. I felt a chill on my right arm.

“They forgot me, Mommy.”

I jumped. His hand was the cold spot on my arm. I didn’t even hear him. His hand seemed to have no weight at all.

“What baby?”

“The doctor’s office. They forgot me. Everyone is forgetting me.”

“Sweetie! I’m not forgetting you.” I picked him up and almost sent him over my head. He was lighter. He looked the same, but he wasn’t as heavy. I squeezed him as tight to me as I could. I could tell by the way that he moved, that he was hugging me back just at tightly, but I barely felt any pressure.

“Jack. Sweet boy. You stay with me. I love you. I am not forgetting you. You stay here with me, okay?”

The slight pressure relaxed and he looked at me.



“You’ll forget me too, Mommy.”

“Never! I promise. You are my boy and I am never going to forget you. And I’ll make everyone else remember too!”

I called my husband and asked him to leave work and come home so that I could talk to him.

He looked worried as he walked in the back door 20 minutes later.

“Devon, something is wrong with Jack. He’s cold and he feels lighter, and as crazy as it sounds, people are forgetting that he’s here. That he exists. They aren’t even responding to me when I talk about him. No one even seems to see him.”

“Heidi, it’s okay. We can work it out. Once both Ava and Evan are in school, you should be able to pick up your hours. But it’s also no rush. We’ll be okay with you easing your way back in. Don’t trigger a panic attack worrying about that job.”

“Devon, what the fuck are you talking about? I am telling you that no one seems to be able to remember our son! There is some crazy shit going on, but it’s not me having another panic attack. Jack. Jack is….disappearing. He seems to be losing substance. No one remembers him. You have to help him. Help me!” A cold draft on my leg and a small voice.

“Daddy forgot me, Mommy. He doesn’t even hear what you are saying. He thinks you are talking about something else. You are the only one who knows me now.”

I looked down, at my small, beautiful son. He seemed almost translucent. I noticed the rug underneath him. I had bought it with my first paycheck. I started to worry. How was I ever going to get back into the swing of things at work full time? Part time was overwhelming as it was. Was I cheating my children by picking up hours? They are only four and six once…

And there he was. Jack! My sweet boy. I had forgotten. That quick. He was gone because I had forgotten. I don’t know how I remembered, but it brought him back.

I sat on the floor and pulled him into my lap. I wrapped my arms around him and felt them go almost through.

No, he’s my son. He’s my Jack.

Devon thought I was going to throw up and brought me an anti-emetic. He sat with me on the floor while I cried and apologized to Jack.

“Devon, just say his name for me. Say Jack”

“It will be okay. I love you, too. We’ll get through this.”

Jack just sat cradled in my arms with his head on my chest.

“I’m tired, Mommy.”

“I’m sorry baby, please hang on.”

“You forgot me for a minute.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t forget you again. I promise. Never. Never ever. Mommy loves her Jackie.”

“It’s okay, Mommy. And it will be okay when you forget.”

I just sat there and cried. I won’t forget. It won’t be okay.

This has gone on for weeks now. Everyone interacts with me like I am not screaming “Look at Jack! He’s right here! Believe in him!”

So now, I am alone in my room with Jack. He sits in my lap dozing as I type this. I don’t know what else to do. None of my friends, family, or casual acquaintances remember Jack. I can’t even get them to hear his name.

So here I am.

On the internet.

This is the only place on Earth that I think may be able to understand what is going on. The only place that will comprehend what I am writing and believe. Because I need you to believe.



I know I sound like some stupid speech from Peter Pan, I don’t care. Please believe in my boy Jack. I have a son named Jack. Please think about my boy, Jack. Picture him with his dark curls and serious face. Please. Help him. Help me. I need Jack. He is my little fella and I love him. Mommy loves you Jack. Mommy loves you. I won’t forget you Jack. I won’t forget you Jack. I won’t forget you. I won’t forget. I won’t forget. I won’t forget. I won’t.

My son is Jack.


Please, Jack.


Little Things, 21

~1000 words a day. Unbeta’d. Ten/Rose. College/Uni/Roommates AU. Previous chapters here. 

Amidst the chaos that broke out, Nurse Williams pushed into the room, shouting for people to let him through. He was still wearing the same cat scrubs, which naturally resulted in Rose attempting to break free again. She was caught and returned to her bed, and everyone was told to leave the room.

(Jackie remained, mostly because Rose had her hand in a death grip and she wasn’t able to leave.)

John watched, dumbfounded, as another individual in hospital scrubs shoved past him into the room. “She’ll be alright,” he was told, right before the door slammed shut in his face.

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Drive you mad // Benedict & Karen

Her alarm woke her up at precisely five to seven in the morning. Her first class was an early one. Next to her Geoffrey groaned.

“Can you turn that noise off?” He sighed as he pulled her pillow over his ears.

Karen rolled her eyes, the song wasn’t even playing that loud. Nonetheless she complied, pressing stop on her phone before swinging her legs over the side of her bed. The floor was cold under her toes but she pressed her lips together and somewhat ran to the bathroom, her phone in her hand.

It didn’t take her long to get ready, it never did. She had a routine and she stuck to it. She liked that, routine. But she had to give off a different vibe. This was university, not high school anymore. She was no longer the dumpy redhead with the constant acne problem and skin too pale for summer. Not that it was ever actually summer in Scotland.

But she did everything right this time. She moved to London. She got a hair cut. She learnt how to apply make up, how to dress for her colour and figure. How to accentuate her legs, which everyone said was her best feature. Today, however, she opted for a white skirt that showed just the right amount of leg.

She opened the door to her bedroom, Geoffrey had resumed his loud snoring. Instead of waking him Karen just shook her head and left. She would be late for class otherwise.

Despite the image that she projected, she loved learning. She loved the smell of books and fresh stationary. She loved knowing new things. Film was something that she had always been passionate about, having turned to films to escape from the bullying. So studying it should just come naturally right?

Wrong. By the end of her first lecture she was already tired. She grabbed a coffee on the way to her second lecture. There was only one place that she really liked the coffee from. It was a bit out of the way but she needed it after listening to someone drone on for an hour about a syllabus that she presumed everyone would have read beforehand.

As she was being handed her coffee she checked her watch, almost choking on her breath when she noticed the time.

“Crap!” She swore.

She spun out of there as quickly as possible on her heels and tried to make it across the campus so as to only be a little bit late. In the process spilling some of her coffee on her skirt. But it was worth it. She was only fifteen minutes late. She took a deep breath in, trying to recover from basically sprinting across the campus. Besides, she told herself, this was university, no one would notice if she was late.

Karen walked into the room and everything went silent. She froze for a second before blushing a deep shade of red that she hoped was covered by her blush.

“Sorry,” she apologised. “There was a line at the coffee shop.”

She got a few chuckles as she made her way to the empty seat in the front row. Karen attempted to look as confident as possible, but it was hard when her hair was messy and there was a bit of coffee on her otherwise pristine skirt. Still, she tried.

anonymous asked:

My first kiss was a few weeks ago. I'm 18 years old.. My boyfriend took me to a park after college finished and watched me play on the swings. When I stopped he came up to me and held me for a while. He moved back without letting me go and asked if he could be my first kiss. I said yes and he put one hand on my cheek and the other around my waist and pulled me closer. Oh my heart melted that day. And it still melts each time he kisses me now ☺️☺️


You stopped playing at playtime
because it was childish.
Avoided the swings,
because it was childish,
threw away your Bratz,
because they were childish,
tore down your wallpaper,
because it was pink,
and pink was childish.
And ten years later,
you’re cocooned in your bed, playing one Disney film after the other, 
inside of you a longing
more than anything else in the world
to be childish.
—  Childish, elsawrotethat
Father Knows Best

CS. Sometimes you just need your dad. David’s POV during different moments in episodes 3x10 and 3x11, including a few made up ones.


Part 1

“Emma didn’t listen to us…”

The disappointment is evident in Mary Margaret’s voice. He looks over his shoulder, following her gaze and sees Neil sitting by himself in a booth not too far from theirs. Clearly he’d hoped she’d be here as well.

He can’t help it, but a small part of him is happy that Emma didn’t show up. He’d never tell her – or Snow – but he doesn’t like the idea of her and any man. It feels silly, but he’d always known from the moment he’d held her that he’d never find any man good enough for her. It certainly doesn’t help that there are currently two competing for her affections.

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